Abbas has always been pretty fond of his very good friend Simon, so much so that he has jerked off many times imagining what it would be like to have sex with him. Only this time Simon is more than willing to let his best bud suck on his cock and stuff Abbas' asshole with his firm barely legal meat! The cumshot on the end of this one is beyond hot, check it out now!

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Even more of our man on the street cam capers as when spot another young couple kissing and fondling each other. I may be mistaken but isn't his hand moving up and rubbing her pussy? It doesn't matter because They Didn't Know we were a block away and watching it all through the all seeing lens of our cameras!

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I know there’s a lot of guys that like to see me playing with balls other than their own. This photo shoot was actually a request from a couple of weeks ago….so I hope he’s still around and gets to see these photos. But even if he isn’t I’m sure there’s lots of other guys that are into watching girls play with balls. LOL. Anyways, check out these photos of me playing w a big pink ball! I really had no idea it was a fetish before he made the request. If you have any requests, I’d be interested to hear them.

And guys, you had better visit my website or I’m going to be mad. And I may look all sweet and innocent but trust me I can get naughty!

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Hell no guy could resist the temptation to get their hands around big juggs like these and this horny bitch never stopped any guy from playing and fucking. While her husband was hard at work at the office she was often hard at work on some other guy’s cock. Just like you see happening here, he came, he got the offer and he fucked her brains out.

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Jenna is one hot squirter. She hasn't squirted in a week, which makes this stud either lucky or really unlucky. He might just get scorched drilling this hot chubby house princess like he's doing know. A scortched cock can get less pussy and he knows it.

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This lil cutie right here is Donna and she has to be one of the cutest girls to walk through our doors in a long time. When I first saw her I knew I wanted to see what was under this shy girl's clothes. But once she was naked there was absolutely no shyness at all as she fucks herself with some pretty big toys.

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A member of the Cabal who wishes to remain nameless had met a girl partying named Helen and the two of them hit it off really good and started dating. But then he found out that this girl had been getting drunk and fucking other guys using the excuse that she couldn't help herself. Little did she know about his membership in the cabal and that she was about to be his next victim. He thought long and hard about where he was going to put the camera the weekend she was going to spend with him and after placing several, this one was the best of the videos he got. This is him surprising Helen in the tub and fucking the hell out of her and even gives this teen cutie a sweet facial. He knew the camera was there but she Didn't Know!

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Damn this slut had big pussy lips and you could feel them as they slid along your cock when started to fuck her. That wasn’t all the bitch had either … she had a hunger for hard cock that was insatiable and when she turned up at a party every guy who wanted one was guaranteed a hard fuck. The best times though were when we took her back to the apartment and took turns to fuck the shit out of her.

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I was an ugly duckling as a young woman: tall, clumsy, nearsighted, and shy. My personality matched my appearance. I was an accountant, and I dressed and looked Ms. Dowdy.   

At age 33, my sex experiences had been as uninspiring as my person.  A one-year affair at college, (he dumped me) and a marriage that lasted ten years (he dumped me), and two wonderful out-of-character one-night stands, which should have tipped me off to the delights of variety.   (I’ve learned that lesson — more than 100 men have spilled their seed in me since then.  Wine is not the only thing that improves with age.)

I was still looking for the perfect relationship when I ran into Jack.  He was a decent fellow, a few years older than me, and had never been married.  Like most unmarried men approaching middle age, Jack was old-maidish in his methodical habits and too attentive to his mother but, hey, I had modest expectations.  I had been divorced for more than a year and had gone months without sex — except one memorable sweaty night in Thailand.  See “Beach House Bingo.”   

Jack and I followed the script for conventional romances.  On our third date, I invited him to my apartment “for a drink.”  He didn’t set off any sparks in bed that night, but we became a couple and I was happy to have a man and the security of a relationship. 

We went out a couple of nights a week. I stayed over at his place once, but in the morning he was in a hurry to see his mother, it being Sunday — and he always, always spent Sunday with his mother.    

We were one-trick ponies — missionary sex after a brief warm-up.  He just climbed on and hunched himself to climax and I usually climaxed about the same time.  And that was it.  It began to get just slightly weird when we had been going out for three or four weeks.  I was lying on my back, my legs spread and waiting for him to mount up and ride, when he asked, “Would you masturbate me?” 

I said, “Sure.”   I was nothing if not compliant in those days.  I made a feint at his penis with my mouth, but he didn’t respond.  A hand job was what Jack wanted.  I gave it to him.  I enjoy masturbating men — and I hadn’t done very much of it during my unadventurous sex life.  So, jacking off a man was new to me.  We had enough light in the room for me to watch cum spurting out and pooling up on his chest. I stuck my finger in the pool and tasted it.  I got the impression, however, that Jack didn’t like me tasting his cum.  Maybe his mother wouldn’t have approved.

Jack got up quickly and said he had to go home and I was left lying there on the bed wishing that at least he had finger-fucked me. Well, sex isn’t always satisfying, I told myself, and, in fact, the next time we went out he missionaried me adequately.  But then  next time he asked again for a hand job (you get the idea why I am calling him Jack, don’t you?) and after that we rarely fucked.  Our dates sometimes began and usually ended with a handjob for him and nothing for me.    

I consoled myself that Jack was presentable, had a good job, and didn’t molest children.  Most of all, it pampered my tiny ego to have a boyfriend, inadequate as he was in the care and feeling departments.  Things went on this way for six months until I got a job with the State Department and was told to report to Washington in a month.   Suddenly, I had a bright shining alternative to Jack and my built up resentment against his sexual selfishness came to the fore.  I was looking forward to saying sayonara. I didn’t plan, however, to do it in the spectacular way that it happened.      

On our next date Jack wanted to be jacked off before we went out.  I acceded to his wishes, as usual. He just pulled his shirt and pants off and laid down on my bed and I stroked him to completion.  I didn’t even take my clothes off — and he didn’t care.  Then, we went to a restaurant to eat.  The dining room was full, but we saw several friends at a large table in the bar and sat with them and drank margueritas and ate nachos.    

“Sly” showed up.  I had gone to high school with him.  He was tall and handsome and slick and a notorious lady’s man.  Sly had never paid the slightest bit of attention to me. Until then. “Becky,” he said, kissing me on the cheek.  “You’re looking good.”   That was an exaggeration, but I had been working on my appearance, and I’m a sucker for a compliment.  Sly pulled up a chair and joined us, sitting by my side.  Jack was on the other side of the table, talking about football with another guy. 

To make a long story short, I ordered another marguerita and drank too much too fast.  Then, I was sick.  Sly helped me out of my chair, saying to Jack, “Stay where you are, Jack ol’ boy.  I’ll take care of this.”  Jack looked at me with a puzzled expression, but he didn’t offer to help.  Football was more interesting than my gastric distress.    

Sly half-carried me to the parking lot and I vomited all over the boxwood bushes.  He helped me into the front seat of his car and wiped vomit off my dress with a paper towel. I was alert enough to notice that my dress was hiked up way over my knees, and my legs were splayed.   I didn’t care.  He sniffed my breath and clothes and recoiled. “I’d better take you home. You’re a mess.” he said, “and so am I.”  I muttered my address, and went to sleep.

Sly hauled me up to my apartment and found the key in my purse and opened the door.  I staggered into the bedroom. The bed was still stripped down to the sheets where, two hours before, I had jacked off Jack. I toppled over onto the bed; I was waking up and feeling better. I could still smell Jack on the sheets.  

“You want to take a shower?” Sly asked.

“Yes,” I said.  And I sat up and began taking off my clothes.  Sly helped me unzip my dress, and pulled it over my head.  Sitting there in my panties and bra I had a twinge of romantic feeling.  I put my arms around him and started laughing hysterically.  Or maybe I was sobbing as I contemplated the bed where Jack had been, thin penis upright and quivering, as my hand stroked him.  “Jack and the Beanstalk!”  I shouted. “Hit the Road, Jack!”  

“Shhh,” Sly said. “You’ll bother the neighbors.”  Quickly, he slipped my bra off and I sat there dumbly surprised, my breasts hanging free.  I didn’t protest when he pulled my panties off and led me to the shower, turned on the hot water, and pushed me inside.  “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick” I shouted.  “Jack me off with a hockey stick.”  I continued my loud recitations until, suddenly, Sly was in the shower with me, naked, and he put his hand over my mouth.  He handed me a bottle of mouthwash.  “You need it,” he said.  I took a swig, swirled it around, spit it out, and then he kissed me, his soapy finger finding its way to my clitoris.     

I was as hungry for sex as a bear is for honey. I was still noisy.  “Fuck me gently, fuck me slowly,” I sang.  “Take it easy, don’t you know, that I have never been fucked like this before.”  I was so, so out of character.  Sly and I dried each other off, headed for the bed, and reclined together.        

That was when Jack stuck his head through the door.  He had a key to my apartment and had come looking for me.  It must have been a sight.  I was lying on my back, my hand on Sly’s penis, his body half covering mine, his finger inside me and his mouth on my breast while I tunelessly sang “Fuck me gently, fuck me slowly.”  It was a mortifying moment — but Jack turned soundlessly and left.  For just a moment I froze in the bed.  Sly paused, but he didn’t look over his shoulder at the retreating Jack.  He looked at me, and I smiled, and we continued.  Jack was history. 

Sly was into Tantric sex or something that gave him enormous staying power, and I hit all four opening notes of Beethoven’s Fifth with booming orgasms.  I should have called Jack the next day to apologize, but in the sober light of day I couldn’t — and I was leaving town anyway.   I never had another encounter with Sly.  I hear that he got married, got religion, and became a perfect family man.  I hope his wife appreciates him the way I did.

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Jeff and I had been dating only a couple of months when I met Brian, his brother. We met in a bar. I was enjoying a Manhattan and a cigarette when this stranger walks up to Jeff and claps him over the shoulder.

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“So who’s the new girl here, Jeff?” he asked.

Jeff playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Kate, this is my brother, Brian. Brian, Kate.” Brian held out his hand and, after putting down my drink, I took hit. His grip was strong and confident and sent sparks throughout my body.

The three of us spent the evening together. Now, Jeff is great in bed, and I love him very much, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off his brother. He was a little bigger and moved with a grace that just exuded sexual prowess and self-assurance. He was fine and sexy and I knew I wanted him. It was a shock to me, because I’ve never cheated on a boyfriend before. I’ve never even thought of cheating. But Brian looked like a better version of my boyfriend: a little more handsome, sexy, and alluring. I knew if I didn’t have him, I would just die.

We were all drinking, and I found out that Brian lived in my area of town. I also learned that he was a medical student in his internship. He was working for a hospital doing night emergency care. So he was cute and smart too. Jeff is studying history in school and I work as a receptionist for an architecture firm. We laughed and drank and had a thoroughly enjoyable night. Brian kept telling us stories about some of the weirder things he’s seen working in the emergency room: a man who had two d-cell batteries stuck up his ass and a woman who had forceps in her stomach left there from a previous operation. He also told this story about a guy who staplegunned his own testicles. His stories were so funny. And he kept touching me and eyeing my body. I figured he was as interested as I was.

Well, the next day all at work I couldn’t keep my mind off of Brian. As I answered the phone, I kept imagining his face between my legs, sucking me down south. I imagined taking his hard dick in my mouth and then in my pussy. I imagined him settling his weight onto my body, wildly thrusting his tool in and out of me.

I was wet the entire day. More than once, I took my cigarette break in the bathroom, masturbating myself to orgasm.

Finally at about three in the afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked Diane, my boss if I could leave early. I blamed it on cramps, and she said that she’d cover for me the rest of the day.

I had butterflies in my stomach and aches a little lower as I got in my car. I was possessed. I drove straight to Brian’s apartment. I couldn’t help myself. I needed him that bad.

I got out of the car, walked to his door and rang the bell. No one answered, so I tried again. I was about to leave disappointed when the door opened. Brian stood there, his hair wet, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His body was beautiful, tanned with sculpted shoulders about a mile wide. I almost creamed my panties right there.

“Hi,” I stammered. My mind couldn’t think straight to talk. My mind was focused solely on the ache between my legs.

“Hello,” he replied. “This is kinda a surprise. Come in, I was just in the shower.”

He held the door open for me and I walked into his apartment. He closed and locked the door and stood there, holding the towel around his waist.

“Well, you’re here,” he said. I’m sure he knew why.

I approached him. “You won’t tell Jeff?” I asked.

Brian laughed softly. “What my brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

The towel twitched. I knew he was hard under the cloth, but didn’t want to show it.

I took one of his nipples in my mouth, biting it firmly. I needed him to fuck me. I needed raw hungry sex to satisfy my aching pussy. I looked up at his dark brown eyes. “No,” I replied. “It won’t hurt him at all.” Then I dropped to my knees and pulled the towel away from him.

His cock sprang up right into my face. Like the rest of Brian, it was just a little bigger and better than Jeff’s. I sucked it into my mouth, and Brian really knew how to enjoy it. He gently stroked my face and hair as I bobbed my mouth up and down his wonderful fuck-stick. I grabbed his ass, cupping his cheeks with my hands and pulled his cock into my face. He groaned and I felt a spasm pass through his body. I released him, licked up and down the side of his shaft, then took the head into my mouth again. I was rewarded with another groan from Brian. Swirling my tongue back and forth over his flesh, I took as much into my mouth as I could, bit a little rough with my teeth and held myself still. Brian moaned and the grip on my hair grew tighter.

I moved back out, releasing his cock from my mouth. “Fuck my face, Brian.” I said, desire plainly heard in my voice.

He responded by firmly grabbing both sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair for a better hold. Then he started thrusting back and forth into my mouth. As he entered, I would bite and suck at the head of his cock. And when he withdrew, I gave the tip a little nip with my teeth.

“Oh God,” he said. “Yes. That’s it.”

I reached down under my skirt. My underwear was drenched. I slid my hand underneath my panties and started finger-fucking my clit. Brian continued to fuck my face.

Suddenly I tasted the saltiness of his precum. He was groaning and I knew he was going to shoot his semen into my mouth. I wanted it. I wanted every drop, but just before he was going to cum, he pushed my head away.

“No,” he said. “Not yet. I want to fuck you first.”

I died and went to heaven when he said that. I looked up at him. His face was wet from sweat. He got down on the floor next to me, urging me over onto my hands and knees. I wanted him to fuck me from behind; it’s the most wanton and uninhibited way to have sex. I looked behind and saw him kneeling there with his cock in his hand, aiming it at my hole.

“Go ahead,” I said, my voice coming direct from my throat. “It’s ok. I’m on the pill.”

He looked relieved and then plunged his hard meat into me. His thrusts were hard at first and then slowed up for the long haul. This guy knew how to fuck a pussy good.

“Yes, Brian,” I said as he thrust into my wanting pussy from behind. “Oh god. Do me, Brian.”

Brian slowly pounded into me, and I pushed back against him as much as I could. Then I felt something cold and wet on me. Brian had wet his thumb in his mouth and was pressing it against my back door. Nobody had ever played with my ass like that before and as his thumb slowly penetrated my rectum, my pussy exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. I screamed his name over and over as I came.

He continued fucking my cunt with his dick as he thumbed my asshole. Another orgasm rocked through me, and I felt like I was going to collapse and die. I had to have him, every way I could.

Suddenly the thrusting stopped and I was aware of nothing but the vacancy between my legs. He’d pulled completely out of my pussy. I felt open, needing something to fill me. I was confused, and turned my head to look behind me. Brian was kneeling there, holding his cock. Then I felt him push it slowly against my virgin asshole.

It went in slowly, and I felt like I was being torn in two. But I knew there was no stopping. I needed to be possessed by this man, my boyfriend’s brother. “Do it,” I cried. “Fuck my asshole,” I said repeatedly as he slowly entered me. When he very slowly started thrusting in and out, it was all I could do to say his name over and over.

His thrusting grew harder and more insistent. I reached between my legs, rubbing my pussy from side to side. I came again and again and finally felt him pulsing deep within my body like I’ve never felt before. We were exhausted, and he slowly withdrew from my ass. I felt his come running all over down there.

I excused myself to go clean up in his bathroom. As I was in there I heard the phone ring and Brian answer it.

When I got out, Brian said: “Well, that was my brother. He wanted to congratulate me. He was going to stop by for dinner, and when he got here, heard some woman screaming for me to fuck her in the ass. He said that obviously somebody was getting lucky and that we’d do dinner some other time.” He grinned sheepishly at me.

“Well,” I replied. “Like I said before. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

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This big-boobed blonde is a genuine cock gulper. Marla can swallow man meat like no toher blonde in the business. All this guy's got to do is get his hog fat and hard and the rest is up to Marla.

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Hey guys! How’s everybody this weekend? A little too quiet here, but maybe that’s a good thing because I already have tons of homework! Anyways, since I don’t think you want to see pictures of me studying - I thought I’d post this gallery of me posing naked. I had so much fun during this photo shoot - I felt like a model for playboy or something. I just got so turned on, my pussy started to get wet and I just had to satisfy myself. I didn’t care that the camera was on me, I started rubbing myself.

Check out all of my high resolution pictures at my website, Kitty Karsen. There you can also see all my naughty videos. If you think the pictures are hot, wait until you see the videos.

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Shy barely legal teen girl Cveta was not expecting her boyfriend to bring a friend with him and she is certainly to shy to let him see her tiny titties. But her boyfriend and his buddy manage to talk her into fooling around with both of them and she even gets her very first DP EVER!

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Hannah is trying to earn enough money to go to L.A. She's a small town girl with big city dreams and with a body like hers she might just get what she wants. Right now what she wants is for a guy to fuck her and pay.

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I drove up to the gate of a huge estate where I had been sent for a job; it looked a little overwhelming until I remembered I would only be one member of a whole houseful of servants. Up until this point, I had only been sent on jobs at smaller houses where I was in charge of making the entire household run smoothly.

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I pushed the button on the intercom and a man’s voice said, “State your name and business.”

“Elena Marceau. I’m the new maid for the west wing.”

I heard a buzzing noise and the gate began to roll open. I pulled in and drove around to the back as instructed by my employer. I had been warned that this was a tough position and that I would be asked to do many things above and beyond the call of duty But I also was informed that if I worked 5 years and served them well, I would be given a bonus large enough to make it possible for me to retire early. I could then travel and do all the things I’d ever wanted to while I was still young enough to enjoy it.

It was my understanding that this substantial bonus was offered due to the fact that it was hard to get and keep good help; and it was also due to the fact that many personal and odd requests would be made of me over the 5 years. That last part had me worried a bit, but I was determined that nothing would make me lose this job. I had no family to speak of and no money. The one thing I had was this opportunity, and I intended to make it work for me.

I parked my car and walked in with 2 suitcases and a toiletry bag. The servants’ entrance led into a kitchen area where I saw 2 cooks bustling about with the pots & pans and 2 helpers peeling vegetables and chopping & dicing.

“Where do I report for work,” I asked, to whoever was willing to answer.

No one would look at me except for the young maid peeling the vegetables. She looked around and then said quietly to me, “Go through that door and down the hall until you see a door marked ‘Mr. Coleman/Head Butler’. Knock and wait until you hear an answer. When you go in, you will see Mr. Coleman, the Head Butler. He will scare you, but you look like you can handle it. Go ahead.”

I thanked her and walked through the door and down the hall. I swallowed hard and knocked. I waited and waited, and just when I thought no one was in there, I heard the voice of evil, deep and commanding, “Enter.”

I wanted to turn and run, all of the things I had heard from my employer and from the maid in the kitchen had my imagination racing, but I hadn’t come this far to run away at this stage. I stood up straight, turned the handle and walked in through the door.

A man of about 45 or 50 sat behind a huge oak desk, pouring over papers, signing things, etc. I watched for a minute or so before approaching the desk.

“Elena Marceau. I’m the new maid for the west wing,” I said bravely, and stuck my hand out for him to shake.

“Well, maybe you are and maybe you aren’t, my dear.” He looked up at me and I felt the blood drain from my face. His dark, beady eyes bore into me as he smiled coldly. I feared him unreasonably, and I could tell the liked and expected that very reaction.

“Well, Marie from the agency told me…”

“Yes, I’m sure she told you that you got the job. On certain conditions.”

“Yes, I understand a lot will be expected from me above that of a normal servant, but…”

“But nothing. Your first day will be a series of tests and they will begin right here in my office. I have been with the Bemertons for 18 years. When my original 5 years were up, I planned to leave, just as I’m sure you are planning to do. But my services were so valued that they told me they would double my salary and my bonus if I stayed another 10 years. After that 10 years was up, they offered to double it again. I will leave here in 7 years a very wealthy man - that is if I continue my unparalleled service to the Bemertons.

“It is my responsibility to see to it that this house runs smoothly, and that includes the weeding out of unsuitable staff. If I do not do that particular job particularly well, that is when I am in the most danger of losing my position here. Mrs. Bemerton insists upon her home running like a well-oiled machine.

“Weeding out undesirables and keeping the staff in line is not as easy as just being strict and scary. I have to keep in mind that not everyone who is right for this job will take it, even with the large amount of money offered. So I have to go about this the right way.”

I nodded, taking this all in, my mind racing at the prospect of not only being a servant to the Bemertons, but having to answer to this man as well. I hadn’t imagined this job would be a piece of cake, but this was starting to sound like a more than I could handle. “Don’t give up just yet,” I thought to myself.

He continued, “Here is a notebook with the rules and the uniform. I will be up to your room at 9pm sharp to see if you pass muster. I want you bathed, in your uniform, and ready to follow every rule in that book to the letter. Do you understand?”

I nodded as he pressed an intercom button. “Janet, come show Ms. Marceau to her room.”

A tall brunette came through a door in the back of the office that I hadn’t even seen before, dressed in a tight black uniform, but was not wearing the frilly apron and cap I had seen the others in the kitchen wearing.

“Come with me,” she said, and led me out through the door where I had come in. We walked further down the long hall and to a door which led to some steps. We walked down the steps and through another door.

“This is the tunnel that leads from the house to the servants’ quarters. Mrs. Bemerton does not like to see any more people milling about on her property than absolutely necessary, so the only one’s allowed outside are gardeners and maintenance people unless it’s your day off. Then you are allowed to go into the servant’s garden. Your car will be stored for you until you quit or are fired.”

I just nodded. I had heard that these were requirements and was ok with them, as I said, I had no family to speak of. My interests were in travel, so I didn’t care if I went anywhere or not until my 5 years were up.

We arrived at the stairs that led up to the servants quarters and I put my hand on Janet’s arm.

“Stop for a minute. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said, “but make it quick. No one should see us lingering here.”

“Ok. What is the most important thing I will be tested on tonight that I should be ready for?”

Janet looked at me for a long time before answering, “sex.”

I had considered that that might be what was behind all of the money, but my jaw dropped anyway. I thought Mr. Bemerton might want something like that every now and then, and I was actually ok with that. But when she said I would be TESTED on the sex, I was definitely take by surprise. And the thought of that scary Head Butler, Mr. Coleman, putting me through my paces, I almost hyperventilated!

“Look,” Janet said, “it’s really not that bad. If you can just get through tonight then trust me, you will be able to handle it here. I made it through and look at me, I’ve only got 3 months to go and I am free! And rich! You can do it, trust me.”

“But let me tell you a secret,” she continued. “It will not be just Mr. Coleman you have to worry about; it will be Ms. Cramden as well. She is the next highest in power after Mr. Coleman and she is personal valet to Mrs. Bemerton. No one is more trusted than she is except for Mr. Coleman. And since you will be working as a maid in the west wing, Mrs. Bemertons’s wing, you will be expected to serve her sexually as well. So Mrs. Cramden must test you too.”

I stood in stunned silence. I had never been with a woman at all, not even experimentally, and now I was supposed to service a woman sexually! And be tested on it no less!

“Let me give you a tip,” Janet said, “and then we have to go. Take a short nap when you get to your room. Maybe an hour or so, and I will wake you up at noon and bring your lunch. After that, pour over the notebook and learn everything you can. Pay special attention to how to dress, when to report to which station throughout the day, and the likes and dislikes of the Bemertons. Then, at about 8pm, take a leisurely hot bath. It will relax you. Then get dressed in your uniform & put your hair up. About 5 minutes before 9, begin to masturbate…”

“What?!?” I thought she had to be crazy!

“No really, it is for the best. Don’t climax, just get yourself nice and loose and horny. It will make your eyes shine and in your heightened state, you will be more open to the sexual demands made of you and will be better able to perform them!”

What she said made sense.

“Ok, let’s go.”

I arrived in my room, dropped my things, and sat on the edge of my bed. I stared into space as all these things went through my head. The thought of leaving crossed my mind several times. Then I thought of London, Greece, Egypt; all the places I’ve always wanted to go and the things I’d wanted to do. I don’t know how long I sat like that, but I was soon exhausted mentally and I laid down.

I must have fallen immediately to sleep and slept hard, because the next thing I remember was Janet waking me up. She knocked and entered, bringing a tray which contained a wonderful lunch. Fresh canteloupe, a small salad, grilled chicken, rice pilaf and orange sherbet.

“How do you feel,” she asked.

“I must admit, I feel a lot better! My head is clear and I am ready to take on this notebook.”

She smiled back and me and I felt like we had begun a friendship.

“AND,” I added, “I’m starving. Thank you for this!”

“No problem. I’ll be back around 6 and see how you are doing and bring you your dinner.”

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When I first met Mitchell, he told me he would like to fulfill a bondage
fantasy and asked me to write one for him. He provided me with one from
his view point, but MY aspect of bondage was a little different.
Obviously, I was going to be the one in control not him. Here’s a
scenario I’d like to explore with him:

The kids had gone away for the weekend so I had the apartment to myself. I
called Mitchell at home:

“Hello?” He answered.

“Get over here right now.” I ordered.

“Yes, mistress.” he replied.

As I waited for him during the 20 minutes it takes to drive from one side
of town to the other, I went around the house lighting candles and turning
off the lights, trying to create the mood for the evening. I slipped into
my red satin negligee and sprayed cologne in my “special” places. As time
shortened before his arrival, I displayed my “toys” for easy access upon
Mitchell’s arrival. Soon there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door, standing in full view so Mitchell could see I was
wearing my negligee with nothing beneath. His eyes widened, but with a
look, he lowered his head, knowing he was not permitted to stare at me in
the eyes. I took his hand and pulled him inside the apartment and shut the
door, locking it behind me.

“Did you wear it?” I asked.

“Yes, mistress.” He replied

“Take your clothes off, I want to see it.” I ordered him.

“Yes, mistress.” He whispered as he began to undress, eyes lowered all the
while.

“Fold your clothes and lay them on the chair as you remove them.” I
ordered.

“Yes, mistress.” He continued to undress and began to fold his clothes,
starting with his shirt, then removing his socks and shoes, and finally his
jeans, revealing the leather strap he wore beneath. It was a black harness
wrapped around his ass and thighs, leaving his penis and balls exposed. As
he bent over and folded his jeans and put them on the chair, I couldn’t
resist touching the smooth skin of his ass. So beautiful, his cock half
erect in anticipation.

“Do I please you, mistress?” He asked, eyes still lowered.

“Let me look at you a while. Stroke your cock for me.” I commanded.

He took his cock in his hands and began to stroke it slowly.

“Caress your balls too.” I requested.

He stroked his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. I
reclined on the couch and began to rub my pussy as I watched him stroke
himself. As he slyly watched me playing with myself, his cock began to get
rock hard. It was beautiful. His hairy chest only accentuated the beauty of
the vision.

“Come here.” I ordered. “Put your hands behind your head and keep them
there.”

“Yes, mistress.” he replied as he positioned himself in front of me.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”

“Yes, mistress.” he closed his eyes and tried to keep from smiling. He
knew what was next, we both did and were both excited but tried to contain
ourselves the best we could.

I took his cock into my mouth. It twitched at my touch, pre cum slithering
down the underside of it. It tasted so delicious. I loved seeing him in the
leather strap with only his cock and balls revealed. It looked so
restraining, yet so inviting. I wrapped my hands around his ass and held on
to him as I sucked hungrily on his cock, flicking my tongue and nibbling
lightly alternately. I licked down the shaft of his cock to his balls,
which I took into my mouth one at a time, licking and sucking. Mit chell
swayed on his feet, almost collapsing in ecstasy. I took his sac into one
hand, and began stroking his cock as I sucked on the tip of it a little,
flicking my tongue in and out of the urethra, then taking it into my mouth
as deeply as possible, almost gagging on it. I sucked slowly, slowly, then
wanted to taste his balls again, so moved once more to caress and make love
to his balls as his cock rubbed against my face.

The hardness of it excited me and I wanted . to make him cum in my
mouth. I moved back to the tip of his cock sucking, licking, nibbling
taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth moving slowly, slowly then
increasing my speed sucking tightly and moving a little faster, tighter,
faster, faster until he spilled his love juice into my waiting throat,
where I eagerly swallowed it and reveled in the culmination of this the
most intimate bond.

He took my head into his hands, knowing I was finished with this part of
the ritual and drew me up to his mouth where he kissed me deeply and
passionately, tasting himself on my tongue.

“Now we can rest up for more later, okay?” he asked.

“Yes, my love……you’re going to need the rest, believe me!” I replied.

We headed up to the bedroom, where the toys awaited the next session of
lovemaking.

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