Rob had been naked for almost 2 hours. It was beginning to feel almost natural, standing there in the kitchen helping Lulu load the dirty dishes in the washer. They were enjoying an innocuous conversation when Kathi came flouncing into the kitchen brandishing money in her upheld hand.

"You, my dear were a big hit!" She waved the bills around. "The girls wanted to leave some tips. I think you could actually make a living at this.' Kathi slid the bills into the back pocket of the pants he had draped on the back of a chair in the pantry. "Now," she said, patting the top of the butcher block island in the middle of the room, "come over here and sit down."

Rob hoisted himself onto the table. He laid down, as Kathi instructed. It was wide enough that with his ass against one end his shoulders were at the other so his legs hung down on one side, his head on the other. While his head was upside down he saw Lulu at a weird angle. She was just standing there about 4 feet away. He noticed her eyes stared intently in his direction. Her large, firm breasts were moving noticeably beneath the cotton of her dress in the rhythm of her labored breaths.

"I wish I had been closer to your cock when you came," she said, cupping his flaccid dick and soft balls in her warm, soft hands. "There's one more thing I want you to do..." read the rest now...

    Some years ago  I was working at a vacant house near a college campus  doing some clean up and maintenance work. The house was right behind one of the boy's dormitories and had previously been occupied by students. A few of the days my wife had come along to work with me since the kids were in school. It was springtime and we were finally having some nice warm weather after a long winter.

    Since the house was empty, and the back yard was fenced in, my wife decided to lay out in the sun a to get an early start on her tan. By the
second day of her doing this I noticed that every so often some of the boys would be looking out their windows, enjoying the springtime warmth
and also looking at her. The third day she decided to get some sun was the warmest we'd had that  year, as the high was near 80 degrees. I noticed that she had settled into her lounger to soak up the sun and looked very content. She had slipped her arms out of her suit so she wouldn't have tan lines from her swimsuit straps.  I had been working inside, but came out to sit by her for awhile in the sun. I helped her put on some lotion and eventually pushed her top down to expose her breasts. When I rubbed her breasts she... read the rest now...

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another feminine products advertisement. 'Not if she was mine' he thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.

Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch against the window as a storm raged outside.

A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind, however, would have shown a completely different story.

He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back, clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her. Then she stood quietly.

For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had come to serve him.

She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.

Finally, he broke the silence with a single word. 'Disrobe', he said with a voice that was not a request, but a command. read the rest now...

 Rob was a competitive swimmer with only one more chance to make the Olympics. At the age of 24, he was getting too old to compete with the "kids" that were coming up to challenge him. That's why he took the lunchtime waiter gig at this restaurant. The clientele was primarily affluent, forty-something women. Rob flirted heavily, they tipped heavily, he made enough cash in only 3 days to live on all week giving himself more time to train.
 
"Swimmers have great bodies," said one of the 4 women in the party at his table, "I'd love to see this one in a speedo."  
 
Maybe this makes me a horny old broad," said Kathi, another of the 4 women, "but I'd prefer to see it without a speedo." All 4 women giggled like schoolgirls then Kathi added as she handed the check and her credit card to Rob, "do swimmers really shave, ah, everything like I've heard?"
 
"I've never asked all of them, but I do..." he grabbed the card from her hand and moved off quickly to process her payment.
 
On his return Kathi spoke as she filled in the totals and signed the slip. "Tomorrow is my birthday and we're having a little catered brunch at my home. The caterer told me she has no one to serve the food. Rob, you are a fantastic waiter and pretty to look at too. It will be all women at lunch. I'll pay you...," she wrote a number on a napkin and showed it to Rob. It matched what he had made already that week, quite a bit of "extra" money. "All I ask is, since it's my birthday, you wear your birthday suit."
 
Rob blushed when he realized what she was really asking and stammered a bit, "ah, geez, ah...I don't know...."
 
"Call me and let me know. Just consider it, ok?" Kathi placed a business card in his still opened hand and watched his tight buns quickly retreat from their table.
 
"Look at him talking with the manager," said one of the women as they all stood to leave, "I bet he's asking to have us barred from the place."
 
"You think? I'd bet he's asking for tomorrow off," said Kathi. They all laughed and left the restaurant. 

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Aliela and I had known each other for a couple of years. We had had a rather flirtatious relationship but she had never dated a white guy and I had never dated a black babe. We were good friends, but just friends none the less.

She had been to a party at my house one night with a bunch of people and the drinks were flowing pretty heavily and, as often happens with folks our age, the conversation turned to sex, oral sex to be precise. Some of the girls began comparing their techniques for sucking cock. They were getting pretty graphic too. Aliela chimed in with her special technique then I blurted out..."Black chics don't do oral." I was quoting something I had heard once and had taken as fact.

"They tell you that at your last KKK meeting?" she asked. "Ever think maybe that's just what Black women tell you 'cause they ain't into you at all?" That hurt. I guess I blushed. I stammered some sort of explanation but no one was buying it.

"We better go," one of the other girls said, feeling kind of uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. Everyone started moving to the door.

"I'm gonna stay here for a bit," Aliela said, "I think Bobby here has a few misconceptions about Black Women in general we better clear up before it ruins our friendship."

"Don't you find Black Women attractive?" she asked once we were alone.

"Sure I do," I assured her.

"Don't you find me attractive?" I assured her again I found her terrifically attractive. "Then why haven't you ever made a move on me?"

"I never knew you'd be receptive."

"You are a stupid little white boy ain't you," she said with a smile on her face. "I have done everything to give you the signal short of stripping off my clothes, falling to my knees and pulling your dick out and sucking on it."

"I guess I'm just not good at reading women's signals. Sometime they're just too subtle. I guess I am stupid," I said, wondering if I had blown any chance I would have had with her.

"Guess I'll just have to be a little less subtle," she said, stripping off her clothes, falling to her knees and pulling my dick out and... read the rest now...

"Your asshole roommate just dumped me," Sara hissed angrily as she waltzed into my room unannounced. "Can you believe that shit?"

"He's fucked up, what can I say?" I answered. Sara and Tony had been dating for a year or so. She had introduced me to a couple fo her friends during that time and we had double dated but I had always told her "if Tony gets stupid and breaks it off, come see me - I know how to treat you right".

"Jenny said you were great in bed," Jenny was one of the babes Sara had hooked me up with. "So I'm thinking maybe I've been fucking the wrong roommate. You interested?"

"I've always been interested, " I confess. Sara pulled my sweats off effortlessly then read the rest now...

I was commited to remaining a virgin until marriage. Not that I had anything against sex. In fact, I LOVED Sex!!!! I read everything erotic book I could find imagining myself as a character in them. I masturbated when I read. I gave myself my first orgasm at 16 and loved it so much I got myself off with stories and pictures and my own imagination daily.

I had a boyfriend. He was very understanding and never really pushed me to go further sexually than I was willing to. He loved playing with my tits, almost as much as I loved him doing it. My pussy would get so wet as he sucked and tweaked my nipples. While he was playing with my tits I would stick my fingers inside my panties and masturbate while he jerked off. Masturbating together was as far as I was willing to go and he was cool with that.

One night a girl in the dorm my freshman year invited some of us to her room to watch some porno flicks. It was the first time I had watched a woman go down on a man. I was enthralled. She licked and sucked his cock, kissed and squeezed his balls, wrapped her fist around his shaft and stroked while sucking on the head of his dick then made him cum all over her boobs. God, I wanted to do that. Back in my room that night I made myself cum repeatedly while fantasizing about sucking Roger, my boyfriend, off.

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I'm a mechanical engineer. I spent the first 6 years after graduation designing machines that automated car assembly lines. One night a friend and I were drinking a little too much at our favorite waterng hole. When the waitress finally asked us what we did for a living, I replied rather somberly, "we design machines that replace men in car assembly plants." The waitress replied, "geez, if you could design one that would replace men in my bedroom you could become a millionaire." I took that as a challenge.

Just two months later I had a design I thought could work and set out to build it. During a one week vacation from work, I collected all the parts and assembled a working model. It seemed to work as it should. The variable speed motor moved the dildo fastened to the end back and forth in varying rhythms. I knew that it worked, but I needed to find a woman to test it out to see if it "worked".

Lila was a junior member of my design team. when I returned to work she was  anxious to know what I had done on my time off. We had a rather flirtatious relationship, often talking about things sexual, so I had no qualms explaining to her I had designed and built a fuck machine. That brought a wide smile to her face. "You're shitting me!" she exclaimed. "Have you tried it?"
 
I think I actually blushed at the connotations of that question. "No," I assured her, "I think it would be more appropriate to have a woman test it out."

Have anyone in mind?" she asked. "No, you know anyone who would be interested?" I asked, throwing the ball back into her court. Now it was her turn to blush. "Well, if you can't find anyone else..."   read the rest now...

Jenny was due to arrive at my dorm room any minute now and I was feeling a bit nervous about it. Only 8 hours ago Jenny's mom had berated me for being a lousy lover and taught me the techniques she thougt I could use to ensure her daughter had an orgasm when we made love. Jenny knocked and I answered the door. She stood there looking just as nervous as I felt.

"Are you pissed that I told my mom about us?" she asked.

"Not at all," I assured her.

"I was worried that mom would say something that would piss you off. I'm glad she didn't, but what did she say?"

"It wasn't so much what she said....." I proceeded to tell Jenny everything her mom had me do. I went into great detail too, I must admit. I recounted every detail of my encounter with her mom earlier that day and reliving those details was making me hard as a rock. I finsished my story but Jenny said nothing. I couldn't tell by her expression what she was feeling, I began to fear she was pissed that I had eaten her mom's pussy and made her cum.

"Did you fuck her?" she asked. I emphatically assured her I had not fucked her mom. "In that case, I bet you'd really like to fuck me right now." read the rest now...

My girlfriend Jenny had just turned 18. Her mom threw her a big birthday bash. We all had a great time and when it was over
Jenny and I went to my dorm room and had sex for the first time. It was wonderfulso when she invited me to her house the next afternoon for more, I couldn't wait to get there. My classes finally ended and I ran to her house but it wasn't Jenny that answered the door, it was her mom.

"Hi Tommy", she said in a friendly tone, "Jenny is at the store. I sent her out for  a while because you and I have to have a talk." Suddenly her voice took a more serious tone. I followed her into the family room. "Jenny says you two had sex last night." I  blushed and began to stammer an apology. "The only thing you have to be sorry for  young man is a lack of concern for my daughter's enjoyment. She told me she didn't
have an orgasm. If you are going to fuck my daughter, you damn well  better be sure to make her cum."

"Jenny asked me to give you a few pointers", her mom said, pulling her sweater over her head. "C'mon, don't be shy. Get your clothes off. I want to read the rest now...