Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 10

Her name was Betty, and she spoke no French. Originally from Ma.s.sachusetts, she was visiting a relative who lived in France. My dream of finding an American woman was coming true. After an hour of fairly serious drinking, we decided together that one gets most h.o.r.n.y when traveling alone. We found our way to the nearest hotel and checked in.

Betty's shyness quickly evaporated and was replaced with the ambition of pure pleasure. Once we were in our suite, I quickly removed my clothes and slipped under the silk sheets on the bed. Betty stood motionless in the doorway, with light shining in on her from behind. She wore white panties and had a towel draped over her shoulders, hiding her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Dropping the towel, she went to the opposite side of the bed and wrapped herself in the silk sheets.

You could see the faint outline of Betty's erect nipples through the silk. The constant movement of her body allowed me to catch an occasional glimpse of her panties. Shuffling over to her side of the bed, I felt my helmeted soldier starting to rise to a full salute. Yessir! I would do it for good old American glory.

We started to French-kiss-to give France some of the credit! I dug deep into the tangled silk sheets until I found Betty's s.n.a.t.c.h. I pulled her over on top of me and started a foreplay session. I peeled off her panties with my teeth to reveal a juicy c.l.i.t throbbing with excitement. From the beach outside you could hear the waves rolling and crashing in unison with the pulsing of Betty's electrified pubic area.

About a minute into our foreplay, Betty threw her right leg over me and rubbed my soldier with her stomach. My eyes were glued to the moistness of her p.u.s.s.y behind the thin layer of blonde hair. I grabbed her hips, aimed my soldier, and plunged in, soon settling into a rhythm. Betty moaned as her t.i.tties shook in a circular motion.

I slowed my pace, not wanting to disappoint my fellow American lover by coming too fast. But I couldn't hold back. I pumped her for all I was worth. I never knew that two people could have such ecstasy. Feeling my heartbeat quicken, I realized I was about to climax. I exploded. My spurting soldier filled that valley. When we both finally came down, we engaged in another extended, pa.s.sionate French kiss.

Since that day, Betty and I have been partners on our travels around Europe. We have learned of each other's fantasies by trying out new and exciting customs of other countries. But I will never forget how it all started, with the romance of France.

-A.B., Silver Springs, Maryland.

Pool-Table Party for Two.

I am a tall blonde with quite large b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I have a great s.e.xual relationship with my boyfriend of two years.

The bar where I've worked as a barmaid the last two years is a beer-and-wine joint with pool tables, catering mostly to construction workers and bikers. I work the night shift. The men come in hot and sweaty after working all day, and a sweaty body turns me on so bad.

This Friday night the bar was quite busy, it being payday for the construction workers. They were all well on their way to getting drunk. I heard every come-on you could imagine, from "I think I love you" to "I bet I could make you come every five seconds if you gave me the chance."

It was getting late, and I was expecting my boyfriend. As I watched and listened to all those tanned, well-built men, my pants got pretty well soaked. As the night went on, I got hotter and hotter. I thought of how David had sucked and nibbled on me in the tub that morning, making my p.u.s.s.y hot and my nipples hard. Soon my p.u.s.s.y was itching.

I had called the last call and started to clean up the bar when David walked in. I pretended not to know him. He ordered a beer and watched me as I cleaned up. When I had finished cleaning, and everyone was gone but us, I asked the "stranger" if I could get him anything else.

He looked right at me and said, "Yeah, I'll take some of that hot p.u.s.s.y everybody seems to want."

I laughed and he said, "Why not take those shorts off and get up on the bar so I can eat you?"

Since we were the only ones there, and it was time to close anyhow, I ran and locked the door. I took my shorts off on the way back to the bar. When I reached David, he picked me up and sat me on the bar, spreading my legs as he set me down. I lay back and enjoyed his tongue running up and down my thighs. It got closer and closer to my c.u.n.t, which got wetter and wetter.

I was going crazy as David lapped and tongued my p.u.s.s.y. I begged him to stop and f.u.c.k me. I couldn't wait to feel his hard c.o.c.k inside me. He lifted me off the bar and carried me to the pool table. He placed me on the table and stripped his clothes off. I watched hungrily as he peeled off his black underwear and his hard c.o.c.k popped into view.

I couldn't wait to feel David's manhood in my hot, wet p.u.s.s.y. As he climbed onto the pool table, I pulled my knees to my chest. Taking the hint, he shoved his big, hard c.o.c.k into my waiting p.u.s.s.y the way I like it: in a single powerful stroke. My c.u.n.t felt like a glove grasping and holding on tight to his f.u.c.kshaft. I had one o.r.g.a.s.m after another.

David loved hearing me beg him to f.u.c.k me harder. Close as he was to getting off, it drove him crazy hearing me say it. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, we exploded together.

The next day at work, I had a hard time covering up the smile on my face when my boss asked what I knew about the large stain on the pool table. Playing pool can sure be fun, if you use the right stick.

-C.N., Naples, Florida.

She Gives Great Reception.

I work for a courier service that sends me in and out of a lot of high-rise office buildings, picking up and delivering small packages. One afternoon, as I stepped into the reception area of a large office, I was greeted by the sight of a dynamite-looking secretary. She was about my age and conservatively dressed, but even so, it was apparent that beneath her primly b.u.t.toned blouse and businesslike att.i.tude, there was a voluptuous body just aching to loosen up. Behind those gla.s.ses of hers, she was beautiful, too.

"I'm here to make a pickup," I said, a bit suggestively, just to gauge her reaction. She didn't seem to get it. She looked me over briefly and motioned me toward another door.

"What you want is in here," she said coolly, leading the way.

I followed her into a small side office, where she closed and locked the door behind us. I turned to face her, expecting her to give me the package I was there to pick up. I figured out that she had other ideas when she took off her gla.s.ses and shook her long red hair loose.

"I think I have a package you'll like," she said in a husky voice that left her intentions clear.

She moved close and unb.u.t.toned her blouse, revealing eye-popping b.r.e.a.s.t.s that were barely contained by a lacy black bra. She pressed against me and, despite my surprise, I wasted no time in responding. We began kissing urgently. We peeled each other's clothes off in a flash, until she was left wearing only black stockings and high heels.

She bent low and took the big head of my c.o.c.k into her hungry mouth. I leaned back against a desk and watched her head bob furiously up and down as she sucked me off. Reaching down, I took each of her heavy t.i.ts in one hand, stroking and fondling them eagerly. This could have gone on all day as far as I was concerned, but after a minute or two she rose up, mounted the desk on all fours, and aimed a perfectly round a.s.s toward my shaft.

I quickly knelt behind her on the desk and plunged into her c.u.n.t with a groan. Mere seconds later we were pounding hard, moaning and gasping as papers flew off the desk from the s.e.xual whirlwind we had stirred up. I got a good grip on her slim waist and gave it to her with everything I had, which seemed to be just the way she wanted it, judging from her frenzied response.

Her fabulous big t.i.ts slapped back and forth until I leaned forward and gripped them both. We were making so much pa.s.sionate noise that I was sure some executive would try to enter the locked room. But I clearly wasn't worried enough to consider quitting!

Although I wished that this, too, could have gone on all day, she was making me so crazy, and her body was so f.u.c.king fantastic, that I soon felt myself close to coming. She sensed this, and it triggered an o.r.g.a.s.m for her, too. We came together in a convulsive explosion. Then we quickly dressed, and she switched immediately back to her best professional demeanor.

She handed me a large envelope and said, "Your pickup." As I signed for it, she added, "And be sure to see me any time you have more deliveries to make."

I promised her she would be receiving something from me regularly, and then left for my next stop.

-M.J., Oakland, California.

Inmate Is Her Best Ever.

I am a twenty-two-year-old inmate in a state prison. I work in a service department of the prison with two female staff members, one of whom I'll call Carrie.

One day I came in to work unusually h.o.r.n.y and noticed that Carrie was wearing a low-cut, tight-fitting shirt that just about pushed her big t.i.ts (at least 38s!) right up and out! I quickly averted my eyes and went into my office and sat down.

She must have noticed the bulge in my pants, because she came into my office and asked me what was wrong. I didn't answer, and she simply reached down and started slowly rubbing my raging c.o.c.k through the fabric of my pants.

I didn't waste any time pulling those gorgeous, suckable t.i.ts out of her shirt and nibbling on her dark, studded nipples while she jacked my c.o.c.k up and down. She pulled away so she could kneel down and lick my shaft down to my b.a.l.l.s. Then she pulled my c.o.c.k deep into her throat. It had been so long since I felt the exquisite pleasure of a woman's mouth on my tool that I exploded thick white jets of come into her throat.

I laid her gently on the floor while pulling her skirt off. When I looked at her glistening s.n.a.t.c.h-the first live p.u.s.s.y I'd seen in over a year-I almost came again! I proceeded to show her that I hadn't forgotten how to eat p.u.s.s.y, by running my tongue all around her c.l.i.t and sucking on it. I continued to do this, and every now and then I'd throw my tongue as far up her slit as it would go.

I worked her up into a frenzy, and as she thrashed about, I struggled to keep my mouth in contact with her p.u.s.s.y. I felt it contract with her first throes of o.r.g.a.s.m, and the juices started rolling. I jumped up and stuck my c.o.c.k in her p.u.s.s.y and helped her ride out her o.r.g.a.s.m. I pumped furiously, then pulled out and thrust my c.o.c.k up to her face. She grabbed it and swallowed my wads of come. Oh, G.o.d, I thought I'd never stop pumping out fluid.

Carrie told me that no one had ever made her come as hard as I just did. We heard someone coming up the stairs, so we quickly got dressed and went our own ways. I have since been transferred out of her department, but every time I see her on the yard I smile and wink at her, with the promise of another such encounter, someday. d.a.m.n, I can hardly wait until next year when I'm released!

-Name and address withheld.

Fighting Crime Via s.e.x.

I have recently been paroled from prison. So when I walked into a package store the other day, it was the first time I'd been in such a place in twelve years.

When I entered the store, I encountered an angel standing behind the cash register. She was five-foot-four, with long blonde hair down to her waist, a 36-23-36 body, and the most seductive green eyes I've ever gazed into.

She asked me if I had a problem, probably because I could not take my eyes off her. I told her that I had just been released from prison and that she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I told her that she must have been heaven-sent, my reward for paying my debt to society. By the way she looked at me, I'd say that my speech had at least piqued her curiosity.

After selecting a six-pack of my favorite beer, I headed for the register. She stated the cost, and I paid her. I enjoyed another long stare at her. When I reached the door and was about to leave the store, she called me. I turned back and looked at her.

She told me to come back to the store at closing time the next night, and then she would decide whether I had paid my debt to society. So there I was the next night, waiting out in the parking lot a full hour before the store closed. She noticed me through the window and waved.

I sat there and waited for what seemed an eternity. When she finally came out of the store she was wearing a full-length fur coat. She walked in front of my car and opened her coat. Underneath she was wearing a black satin negligee, with matching silk bikini panties trimmed with red French lace. I had to look in the rearview and ask myself if what was happening was real. When she got in, kissed me, and said, "Let's go," I knew it was.

She directed me to a small, out-of-the-way motel. She said she already had the room rented, so we drove right up to the door. After we were both inside the room, she took off the fur coat and told me to get ready for what I had been waiting for the last twelve years.

I was naked before she could blink. She walked over to the dresser and turned on the radio. Next she sauntered over to the bed and stretched out on the pink satin sheets. Ever so slowly, she removed her naughty nightie and panties. After seeing this heavenly body, my seven-inch c.o.c.k had stretched to about nine inches.

She reached over to her purse and took out a chocolate bar. She unwrapped the candy and broke it into little pieces. Then she inserted the pieces of chocolate inside her p.u.s.s.y. She opened a bottle of amaretto and poured it all over her majestic body. With her index finger, she gestured for me to come nearer. I floated over to the bed, feeling as if I was in a dream.

I started to kiss her sweet, tender lips. I kissed my way toward her ears and nibbled them. She started to moan. I started to kiss and lick my way down to the best b.r.e.a.s.t.s ever to be cupped by a bra. I was kissing and sucking her hard nipples until she was no longer moaning, but was instead screaming with desire.

I started licking the amaretto off her belly, working down toward her navel. I kissed and licked until she was bucking like a bronco. I headed my tongue and lips toward her pubic area and she purred like a lioness in heat. I kissed the insides of her thighs and she spread her legs.

I saw the chocolate melting in her tunnel of love. I parted her lips with my tongue and flicked her sweet c.l.i.t. She told me to stick my c.o.c.k in for a few strokes. I obliged her, and my d.i.c.k came out covered in chocolate. Then we had a wild 69. We f.u.c.ked and sucked until the chocolate and amaretto were gone, which took until dawn.

At sunrise, we got dressed and I drove her home. Before she got out of my car, she stuck her finger in her v.a.g.i.n.a and then stuck the finger in my mouth for one last lick. She told me that I had indeed paid my debt to society in full. With that, she left, and I never saw her again. You can be sure that I think of her every time I see a candy bar.

All I can say is that with the thought of her on my mind, I know that I'll never return to prison. Who knows? Maybe my angel really was heaven-sent.

-C.M., Boston, Ma.s.sachusetts.

"Wild Thing" Workout.

I couldn't help noticing her. It was about three in the morning. n.o.body else was in the weight room, but I think even if the place had been packed, she still would have caught my attention.

She was roughly five-foot-five and perhaps 105 pounds. She was wearing a pair of black spandex shorts that stopped right above her knees. Her loose-fitting gray sweatshirt barely contained her generous bosom. Her dark black hair was swept up and away from her face in a French braid.

Usually I'm annoyed by the presence of women in the weight room. But this one was clearly an exception. She had a certain appealing look as her hands reached over her head during her stretches. I could see her flat, tan stomach and her little puckered belly b.u.t.ton. She looked delectable, to say the least.

I was on my last set on the bench and asked her to spot for me. I really didn't need help, but I wanted her in a bad way. She agreed and stood above me with her legs spread slightly. I was within inches of her crotch. She helped me lift off, and as she leaned forward I could see up her shirt; she had a firm set of t.i.ts. I inhaled deeply and did my ten repet.i.tions, slowly.

She was about done with her exercises, and judging from the sweat on her body, she'd had a pretty good workout. She still smelled sweet, though, and she was driving me crazy. When I finished, I asked if she was interested in getting some breakfast with me after we hit the showers.

She smiled and said, "Sure."

We headed for our respective locker rooms. When I was about halfway through my shower, I felt hands running softly down my back. I turned around to find my new friend wearing nothing but a smile. She was studying my body.

"No tan lines," she said, running her hands over my a.s.s and crotch. "I like that. It's very s.e.xy."

Her sculpted, s.e.xy body wasn't marked by any tan lines either. She pulled me close to her, and we met in a pa.s.sionate French kiss filled with desire. My raging hard-on pressed against her flat abdomen as the hot water continued pouring over our hot bodies. The room was soon filled with steam. We continued to explore each other's bodies.

"I want s.e.x," she whispered in my ear. "I need some wild, pa.s.sionate s.e.x."

With that, she lay down on the floor and opened her legs for me. I was wildly turned on by the extreme care she took of her body. It was firm and trim. Her pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a triangle, which pointed to the opening of her sweet p.u.s.s.y.

Her wet pink lips were begging to be f.u.c.ked, so I slowly fitted the head of my d.i.c.k to her wet, eager p.u.s.s.y. I entered slowly and then slid my hard shaft all the way in her. Each time I thrust my piston in, she slid backward on the floor and let out a prolonged moan of unbridled s.e.xual pleasure. Shivers swept over her.

Hard and fast I pounded into her. I could feel her hands tightly clutching my back as I went deeper with every thrust. My strokes were fast and furious. Her a.s.s began to buck out of control in total ecstasy. She nibbled hard and hungrily on my neck, sending an electric jolt of pleasure racing through my entire body, which turned into total rapture.

The water washed the sweat from our bodies as we rocked each other. I knew she was about to let loose, and I also knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I made one final thrust, reaching deeply within her, and arched my back for that extra penetration. I could feel the heat of her juices flowing over my b.a.l.l.s as I exploded deep inside her body.

We lay together on the floor for a moment, enjoying each other's touch. I slowly became flaccid and slid out of her warmth. We enjoyed the afterglow for a long while. Finally, not without regret, I found it necessary to peel myself away from her body.

We washed each other up and meandered into the dressing room. I watched in the mirror as she fixed her hair and started to get dressed. I needed more, but by this time it was pushing five in the morning. We were in the men's room of a semiprivate club, but I didn't care! I approached her from behind and kissed her neck and shoulders. She responded by rubbing her a.s.s against my c.o.c.k, which was hard again.

I guided my d.i.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y from behind, running my hands over her lush yet firm body and watching her face in the mirror as I sank all the way in. We moved together in a slow, steady pattern. One of her hands reached behind and grabbed my a.s.s as she braced herself against the mirror. The slow, steady rhythm changed into a fast, furious f.u.c.king. As her excitement increased, she repeated my name softly.

I felt my o.r.g.a.s.m starting at my fingertips and the soles of my feet. It moved quickly throughout my body, and I shot deep inside her, almost making myself pa.s.s out from an overdose of pleasure. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes wide as she felt me e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e. Her muscles tightened around my c.o.c.k, sucking me dry as she trembled in my arms.

This go-around had definitely topped our previous bout of s.e.x. She turned around and kissed me and said, "That was great."

I had to agree with her about that. As we stood there recovering from our ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.ms, I heard a door open. She grabbed her clothes and hurried out the door. The intruder was a friend of mine. Right away he knew that something was up. He raised his eyebrows and stared at my protruding c.o.c.k, still more than half hard. Then he noticed the pair of white lacy underpants that she had left near the sink.

"Lacy white?" he said in a sarcastic voice. "I always figured you for a black-leather kind of guy."

I couldn't help smiling as I gathered up my bag and the underpants. I met up with my new friend in the lobby and gave her back her panties. We made plans to meet again, then each went our separate way.

-K.R., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.