There were 2 booths 3 on each side of the hall way. I opened the door on the middle booth on my right and walked in. there was a dim light above and I put my $10 bucks in the machine. I found a video that was okay and sat down. I looked around, I had seen cleaner booths but this one wasn't bad. Then I noticed a piece of plastic on the right wall just below waist height. Then I saw one on the wall opposite it. I touched the one on my right and found it was a little plastic door. I smiled a huge smile, it was a gloryhole. I had heard about them but never seen one. I open both of them but saw the door on the other side was closed. I scanned through the videos trying to find a really goo one. Then I heard the door to the booth to my left open and close. I could hear a voice then another in the booth and then the video form the booth. Suddenly the door opened and I heard a voices say "you there".

I was shocked but said yes, who are you. The voice said you want a blow job. I was like from who you. The voice said no my girl is here. I asked how do I know she is a..... girl. Then a female hand came thru the hole and retracted. I was like why can't she talk and he said cause I am her master and she doesn't talk till I want her too. Then he asked again, do you want a blow job from my girl? I thought second and next thing I knew I was unzipping my shorts. I said if I find it's a guy suck me off I will kill you. then I heard a laugh. As I stuck my cock through the hole I hear him say "Suck that cock whore!"...

When I arrived at my seat, it was occupied by an elderly lady who was convinced that she had the right seat. A flight attendant came over and escorted me to a seat up front. To my surprise, it was next to a handsome guy who was dressed in jeans, boots, a white t-shirt and leather jacket. To make more room for me, he took of his jacket and boy did he look great.

We had no problem flirting with each other because I was all ready for a hot weekend. Of course, I left all my inhibitions back home. Even though the flight was short, he had the nerve to ask me to join him in the bathroom for a few minutes. I couldn't believe it. I thought he was joking. However, I was pretty turned-on by what he had in mind and I followed him to the rear of the plane.

We made sure no one was watching as we both darted in to the tiny bathroom. We started making out and soon it was on. I mean really on. He sat on the toilet and I sat on his lap and all I can say is it was absolutely incredible. He made mention that joining the mile high club was a fantasy of his and I said I had never heard of it, until now. We walked off the plane together and had a good laugh. My friends were waiting for me and to this day, they don't believe my story.

She sighed. It was only moments later that I realized that she was wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of cotton panties. Her legs were bare and she rubbed them against mine as if she was trying to warm herself. I was only wearing a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. Her chest was pressed again my upper belly (that’s just how tiny she was) I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts against me. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tiny arms held me against her and I felt goose bumps spread over my skin. She was turning me on and I was desperately fighting against it. My cock would have poked her right in that soft little belly of hers. I closed my eyes and thought of something less pleasing.

She let out another soft sigh and breathed against my chest. Her breath fanned across my skin and I felt my cock jump to attention. I moved my pelvis away from her; I couldn’t let her know that I wanted her. It was just, weird. She grasped me and pulled me against her again. “No, don’t pull away. You feel so good Jake. I forgot what it felt like to be in a man’s arms. Hold me some more. You’re so hairy…”she giggled as she ran her legs along mine. Little did she know that’s about the only place I had hair, aside from my arms and jaw. She hadn’t felt my erection just yet because I hadn’t gotten close enough...

S asked if I'd like to see around the place and announced that they'd just bought a new water bed so naturally began with the bedroom. I'd never been on a water bed before, so S suggested I "give it a try". I lay back on the bed, sort of bouncing around to try it out. S joined me, bouncing around herself and inviting R to join in too. So there we all were ... Mr. Horny and two drunk lesbians on a water bed. What to do?

Oddly enough, S started talking about R's legs and how they would argue about who had the better legs of the two. I swear this is not bullshit ... they wanted me to judge. I told S I really couldn't tell as I couldn't really see their legs (they were wearing jeans). Expecting merely a snide comment back, I was shocked when S said instead "I'll show you R's!" and began unbuttoning R's pants. "Holy Crap!" I thought - "I'm going to see my friend's big sister in her underwear", and sure enough R laid back to allow S to take them right off.

So there she was, R after all those years of pubescent fantasy not more than a couple feet away wearing only a T-shirt and underwear. I recall being able to see right through them, a dark patch of fur nicely visible to top things off. R continued looking at S, kind of ignoring me as S stroked her thighs a bit and played around the edges of her panties. "See", S said, "She does have nice legs!". I agreed, complementing R and goading S to see if perhaps hers were even better. Sure enough, S didn't hesitate to pull of her own jeans, exposing similarly translucent panties and a most generous dark bush peeking well around the edges. I could feel my cock hardening by the second.

I took my groceries inside and put them away and I laid my new outfits out on the bed and then I waited anxiously for time to start supper. I had nothing else to do and it was still early afternoon.

Well, I thought that I had nothing else to do. It turned out that I had something to do after all. My doorbell rang at a little before two in the afternoon and when I opened the door, there was Mr. Kennedy!

My legs immediately got weak, but I smiled and stepped aside to let him in. He put his arm around my shoulder and led me into the living room and said, "Jan, I must confess that I have been looking forward to this for a very long time. I could not possibly wait another moment. I was starting to fear that your husband would say no to our offer. I assure you that I would have been very disappointed."

When we were in the living room he stepped back and looked at me, or I suppose leered at me is more appropriate. He managed to raise his gaze up to my eyes for just long enough to say, "That's a beautiful car that you picked out. You have excellent taste."

I smiled and thanked him. I asked him he would like something to drink and he declined. Instead he asked me if I would lead the way to my bedroom.

I said, "Right this way sir," and turned to go to the stairs...

I got my Thursday spanking this week, which was nice once it was over. :) Nick made me pick out an implement, which I hate having to do, and I came to the conclusion that we need to have us a big old bonfire. We have way too much wood! I finally settled on the Lady Elizabeth bath brush, an implement I remembered somewhat fondly, mistakenly it seems. It really, really HURT! It may have been because I didn't get a whole lot of warning before the spanking happened (okay, he might have mentioned it earlier in the evening, but I was sure he'd forget!). Or it way have just been because he used it really thoroughly! He gave me 70 swats I think, and I was still nicely pink today...

John yanked the front of my coat open ripping all the buttons off as he did so, then he pulled at the side of my thong until they gave way, then he turned me so that my back was towards him and used my torn thong to tie my hands behind my back. John pulled the vent at the back of my coat open and tried to use my bottom for sex but couldn't actually get in as I was so tight, I was pushed forward over the bonnet of a strangers car and John fucked me violently from behind.

I was so shocked and off balance that I was actually terrified and crying as John raped me, I could feel that John was nearing his climax when there was a shout from the direction of the footpath at the side of the pub. "Keep playing the game!" John whispered into my ear before he ran off into the market place. The man who had shouted out came over and helped me to gt to my feet, he untied my hands and began to phone the police, even though I was still shaking and found difficulty in standing on my own I managed to stop him phoning the police.

My 'rescuer' introduced himself to me as Tony, it turned out that I was actually being fucked on his bonnet, there was a small dent in the mettle-work and a few small scratches in the paintwork but that went out of his mind when he realised that I was finding a lot of difficulty in keeping my coat closed and he kept getting flashes of my tits and hairy bush as I tried in vain to keep covered...

"Daddy, I want a dance. From that one, the one with the glasses. I want her to dance for us, and then I want you to watch her grind in my lap."

Up close the tease becomes a different creature. As a dancer you have all the control, how close you want to get, how much you want to touch. As the client you can do nothing but sit.
Honestly, I remember little of her dancing for both of us. What I really want is for him to watch.
To see her touch me, and to see my response.
I am leaning back in the booth, legs spread, high heels planted firm into the floor. She straddles me and her breasts are so close to my face I have to struggle not to open my mouth. Her hair forms a curtain around my face, and I can smell her skin. She slides from this position, turns around, her ass covering my lap, the small of her back in an arch as she grinds. I have to put my hands on the wall of the booth to either side of me to keep from touching her.
I want to dig my fingers into her flesh.
She would mark beautifully...

First let me tell you about my wife Jennifer. She is a gorgeous blonde with a hard, sexy body. She has nice firm tits and an ass that turns heads wherever she goes. Jennifer also has an extreme passion for showing herself off whenever the mood strikes her.

Being an exhibitionist, she likes to wear short skirts and low cut tops without anything on underneath; that way she can flash herself to anyone she wants to wherever she wants to. Ever since she started flashing herself to strange men she has had a desire to engage in threesomes with another man. We have fantasized about this many times while we have sex, and even participated in a couple, but have still been pursuing the perfect situation.

That all changed when Tom, a good friend of mine from school, called and wanted to come up for long weekend visit. Jennifer has always found Tom attractive so I decided to see if I could turn the weekend into our wildest sex adventure yet...

I met a girl at a bookstore about a month ago. One would think that girls that hang out at bookstores aren't the wild type, but she was. Is. We started by talking about the book that she was reading which quickly turned sexual. We left after having some coffee and made out in my car a little in the parking lot. This quickly transitioned into her telling me to drive to her place which was just a few blocks away. She rubbed my cock through my jeans the whole way there. Got there, went into her small, messy, very college-girl apartment with another roommate present. She led me to her bedroom, peeked back out to whisper something to her roommate who laughed and gave a brief cheer before she shut the door. We had some amazing sex. I came twice, she must have came at least five times. Twice by my hands, once by my tongue and twice by my cock pounding inside of her. Once with my fingers was just on her clit and once was my fingers in her pussy and my pinky in her ass (man she loved that). After her first orgasm while riding me, she hopped off and sucked my cock till I had one and then sucked me back to hardness with her ass and pussy in my face....

I went to art school. Now art school is not like regular college. Tai chi was a required course, we had a circus class taught by a bearded lady, and clothing was optional everywhere but the cafeteria. Similarly, the students there are of a different grain. They're very deep and introspective, really open to experimentation of any kind, and they have weird haircuts. In my case, the first year there was fraught with exploration. I learned a lot about the inner workings of me. I learned how to become "a clean sheet of paper"; I learned how to breathe through my coccyx; I learned that pretty much anyone would have sex with me. This at first I thought was because I was "so talented" or "so creative." Later, of course, I realized I was just easy. So I capitalized on it.

Exploring my newfound sexuality, there was, of course, the girl-on-girl action, the crazy threesome with the afros and whips, and the surreal 'shrooms experience where I thought the tree was fondling me but it turned out to be my creepy male roommate with calluses on his hands... gross. You get the picture. I developed this (possibly misplaced) sexual pride, based solely on the quantity of penetrations of my vagina... and not necessarily the quality of the acts therein...

I retreat and return to my bedroom with coffee in hand. I lock the door behind me, and turn to him waiting, sporting a towel and nothing else.

“Ooooh, look what we have here,” I exclaim as I place my coffee down, making my way to him at the foot of the bed. I stand beside him and rub his cock through the towel, his hardness growing instantly under my touch. He looks almost maddened as he reaches out under my robe to rub my pussy. I’m already aching and wet and ready for him.

“And look what we have here,” he responds instantly, his fingers slipping into me slowly. I gasp and try to slap him away, but this only eggs him on. He grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves his fingers back inside me, small moans escaping my lips and filling the air with each thrust of his hand. He withdraws from me and smears my wetness all over my lips. I greedily take his fingers in my mouth...

DAY ONE
10:15 a.m.: Last full day in St. Barthelemy with a man we’ll call U.K. He is the heir to a fashion company. He’s also a drinking, gambling, whoring man. He proposed to his third fiancée at a dog race. He has a baby mama, a Chelsea football tattoo, and repeatedly refers to Asian people as “Orientals.” I like him. He’s the first person I’ve met who’s as awful as me.
10:30 a.m.: I blow him while we’re on the terrace of our villa, in full view of the yachtsmen and beachcombers. I guess British girls don’t swallow.
2:30 p.m.: Sunbathing topless. I notice a man staring at my tits. He thinks his sunglasses obscure his gaze, but his wife notices, and promptly removes her own top, allowing her pendulous breasts to fall from the bikini's cups. I smile inwardly.
10:10 p.m.: Dinner with U.K. He says, “You’ll never meet anyone who treats you as well as I do,” not unkindly. It scares the shit out of me, because he might be right...

He’s pretty. Wow, his eyes are green. I remember thinking. And then, I don’t remember thinking much at all. The hormones and instant play chemistry had pretty much short circuited my higher reasoning functions.

Moments later, he dragged me into a corner of one of the play spaces, tied me up, and did all sort of wonderfully evil things to me. There was negotiation somewhere in there too, but I was mostly focused on the rope and the evil. I was a very happy Sascha.

I was also a very busy Sascha that night. Over the course of the evening, in addition to this wonderful distraction, I had done a takedown/struggle scene, had my back singletailed, and ended the evening with a suspension.

By 3 AM, I was an incoherent puddle of endorphins. Enter the knight in aviator sunglasses from earlier that evening. Cannon, I learned he was called. He saw that I was shaky on my feet, and in gentlemanly fashion, escorted me back to my room. He dropped me at my door and went to his own room. Somehow, I ended up with his sunglasses.

The next evening, I returned to the dungeon, this time in a pvc coat with fur trimmed sleeves and Soviet inspired detailing. I hung Cannon’s glasses on my coat’s cleavage-revealing neckline and tapped him on the shoulder. What can I say? I’m subtle...

We wanted to have an alternative wedding after our vanilla wedding. It would be about our sexuality and love. It took a few months and many postponements to get around to having a proper time and due to this, about four couples could not attend. When we finally had it we had two other couples attend: P & M and T and K. This just fine with us as both are very attractive and hot. Our philosophy about our parties is quality over quantity. Why have a lot of couples when many are not really hot? No “filler”.

We had asked them to dress as if attending a real wedding. P wore a beautiful dark purple gown and K wore a lovely blue dress. The men wore jackets and ties. Alice had an impressive wedding gown that we got specifically for this party as she worn a less showy dress for the vanilla wedding.I wore a black suit. It was great to see everyone so well dressed.

After everyone arrived and we had chatted and caught up we decided to take some picture. I had Alice sit on the sofa and hike her dress up to reveal her pussy...