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Disclosure: Faith is a real sweetie and I’ve known her for some years now.

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Hoping not offend ladies from around the world I am becoming convinced that some of the most beautiful women in the world come from the land of Dixie. Jewel is a young, brunette model who started by modeling bikini’s. On her own web site she dares to show what is beneath the few square centimeters of cloth.

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It’s a pretty calm day here, so I thought it was a good time for just a nice, simple photo of a ravishing blonde with long curly locks, great green eyes, and ummm cleavage that you could get lost in. Who’s with me?

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By Brandon Tanner

Hose off the patio or deck, set up the Hawaiian torches, clean up the barbecue and stock up on food and drink. Winter is history and it’s time for a serious swing-party! Good plan and it makes you want to get down big-time!

Some of our readers are experienced in hosting a swing-party. However many are not and they are the target audience for this article. Those of you who’ve ‘been there, done that’ might learn something new.

Loren (my wife) and I have done articles on swinging, but geared to intimate sessions with just two couples. The focus of this discussion is on a much bigger event. We’ve been there, done that, and our experience can help you plan and enjoy a great swing-party at your house.

Yes, folks, it takes advanced planning and a real desire to pull it off. Good. Loren’s here and she can give us a lot of great information. You should see the sexy outfit she’s wearing.

LOREN: Just for you, Dear. What did I miss?

TANNER: “Nothing, we’re into planning a great swing-party and understanding what it takes to make it happen.”

LOREN: Okay, let’s look at few small things not-to-do.

TANNER: “Ordering three kegs of beer before the RSVPs come in would be one of those.”

LOREN: We’ve been that stupid.

TANNER: “My point exactly. We also wound up with a week’s worth of finger-food stuffed in the fridge.”

LOREN: Regarding the matter of alcohol be advised: if you provide booze, beer or wine you cannot charge for it, it must be free. The cops can get you for selling alcohol without a license.

TANNER: “There’s the key; you charge a reasonable fee per couple to cover your expenses (not to include alcohol). Guests bring their own booze. An acceptable fee is about $30.00 per couple, $15.00 for singles. Loren will get more into that aspect later.”

LOREN: Right, I will, but a word about singles should be covered here. Think about it if you allow single men to attend your party they can and will out number your other guests. Allowing single females seems hot, but it usually backfires.

TANNER: “That applies to private, home-parties. The commercial Swing-Clubs are another story and we’re not addressing those here. Why do single females cause a problem at a private swing-party?”

LOREN: It all depends on the attitude of the other females who come to the party with male partners.

TANNER: “Are we talking jealous here?”

LOREN: Yes, but it’s basic really. The couple, especially, if married, has been together for a while. They have a rhythm, a feel for each other. Swinging with another couple isn’t a problem. Introduce a slinky, sexy single-female and sparks may fly.

TANNER: “That can kill a swing-party real quick. Okay, single men at the party, what’s your take on that?”

LOREN: It’s a little different animal. Every time we’ve placed an ad to have a swing-party and clearly stated NO SINGLE MEN! We’ve been overwhelmed with single men wanting to attend the party, can’t they read? Loren shakes her head.

TANNER: “That pisses you off, please be specific.”

LOREN:The mail from the dudes who can’t understand, NO SINGLE MEN! Seems to indicate they’re above the rule, they’re something special! They offer security service, a fantastic addition to a threesome. They fail at both offers and if you allow single men to your private swing-party prepare for trouble.

TANNER: Okay, the idea here is to have a nice swing-party in a private home and have it be successful and pleasant for all involved. There are guidelines that work and rules to make the party flow smoothly. Let’s sidestep for a moment and cover a couple of, what I would call professionally organized, private, swing-parties.”

LOREN: You’re meaning California and Texas?

TANNER: “You got it; lay it out for us.”

LOREN: I’ll start with California, but remember your party doesn’t have to be on such a level.

TANNER: “The difference is obvious.”

LOREN: This is in the area of the top-ten swingers-parties. The setting is a sprawling ranch complex about twenty-five miles east of San Diego, California. Weekend swing-parties there are well known in adult circles and you have to be in those circles to be invited. It’s couples only and the fee is $500.00. That charge covers all accommodations, food and drink for the entire weekend. You have access to a pool, sauna, and complete bar and catered food service for the weekend. All booze is provided upon request. That was the downfall of the great swingers weekend. The local law couldn’t get the operators on anything else but selling booze without a license!

TANNER: And they shut them down.

LOREN: Fast and the law gained nothing; fines all around and not squat more!

TANNER: Tell us about Texas.

LOREN: Sorry I just can’t stand the bullshit that headline-seeking politicians try to dump on us every day.”

TANNER: “Texas, Loren, what can we learn from there?”

LOREN: We spent three years there and learned a great deal. I mean Dallas specifically.

TANNER: “It was great!”

LOREN: A friend of ours has established a rock-solid swinger’ club in his own home. It’s high-end, organized and very successful. Get this; the charge per couple is $35.00 and they bring their own booze. There’s a special singles-night for men and women, usually in the middle of the week. These folks pay half price, bring their own booze and mix together as they will.

TANNER: “Okay, back to reality. What about the novice couple who would like to get a swinger’s party going?”

LOREN: Usually a couple has done some swinging or has attended a swing-club. You should have a good idea about swinging before you decide to open your home to several couples you don’t know.

TANNER: “What’s a good way to get educated in the art of swinging?”

LOREN: Go to an adult club that’s well known and observe. If you feel the urge, get involved. Another way is to get involved with a foursome and see how it goes.

TANNER: “I think you’d know if it’s your thing right away.”

LOREN: Exactly. You’ve heard the phrase; ninety percent of sex is in the mind.

TANNER: “I thought that applied to men.”

LOREN: It does, dear. However, some couples get a hot idea in their heads because they’ve seen pictures or videos of group sex and or swing-parties. They fantasize about it and build it up in their mind. Sometimes fantasy should be left at just that.

TANNER: “You’re scaring the readers.”

LOREN: I think I’m offering a fair warning. Give the idea some serious thought before you jump in with both feet.

TANNER: “Sounds kinky.”

LOREN: You’re impossible. What I’m saying is; look at the whole picture. Do you really want six-to-ten couples drinking, smoking, eating and having sex all over your house?

TANNER: “Rules, love; you have to have a set of rules everyone understands before they come to the front door.”

LOREN: Excellent point and it’s really necessary if you want to have a great party.

TANNER: “Tell us from your experience.”

LOREN: Gladly. Once you’ve decided on having a swing-party, start promoting it at least a month in advance and avoid Friday night.

TANNER: “What’s wrong with Friday night?”

LOREN: Nothing, I love it, but most couples have worked all day, it’s already six o’clock, they need some time to wind down. Considering an 8:00 or 9:00 PM party twenty or more miles away can take the spark out of it.

TANNER: “So Friday night is out?”

LOREN: Not altogether, but our experience indicates less response for a Friday night swing-party. In fact, the clubs we’ve attended have cut prices and allowed singles on Friday nights just to get more people.

TANNER: “Two of them have stopped operating on Friday nights.”

LOREN:There it is, apply the facts to your own party plans. Don’t try for a Friday night bash, make it Saturday. And, unless you’re really established as a great swinger’s host, don’;t even consider week-night parties they fail every time.

TANNER: “What about the other rules? We’;re running out of space here.”

LOREN: Decide if you’ll allow smoking, if not, make that clear. If cameras are going to be allowed, make sure you say so up front. Many swingers don’t want pictures or video and they will not attend your party. If you do allow photos or video, respect the wishes of those who decline.

TANNER: “What else? We need to move on.”

LOREN:Don’t allow drunkenness, fighting, arguments, or forced activity of any kind NO IS NO! That must be respected. Over book right, just like the airlines.

TANNER: “We learned that the hard way.”

LOREN: We did indeed. Post your party message in as many personal ad places as you can. Be specific on how many couples you want to attend. Ask for an E-mail so you can send more information. Your response is where you lay out the rules, the date and time of the event and any theme you might have in mind. This is where you request an RSVP and a MUST phone call (give your phone number in an E-mail only) NOT in the ad you place. If fifteen couples respond and you can handle only ten let it go; you’ll only get about five couples to actually call you to get directions and two of those won’t make it. That’s how it is, people go on and on about being swingers, but when you get to the bottom line, they’re full of beans!

TANNER: “We’re being up front here because we’ve ‘been there, done that’. We don’t mean to put a wet blanket over your swing-party, just understand what you hope to undertake. As Loren suggested, themes work, we know that first hand.”

LOREN: Holiday themes are obvious, make costumes optional (some people won’t go to the trouble). For a non-holiday bash come up with something kinky and plan on decorating to reflect the theme.

TANNER: “Sweetheart, we have to wrap.”

LOREN: I suggest a month of posting ads before the event. Post to as many personal ad sites as you can. We know Sexy ADS works. We hosted a fantastic swinger’s-party last October with a Halloween theme. We followed that with a Thanksgiving theme and both were a great success.

TANNER: “The Halloween party was a major blast. However, the Thanksgiving theme proved to be an absolute turkey fest.”

LOREN: Funny. There’s a lot more to show and tell in regard to swing-parties. Plan your party with care and attention to details.

TANNER: “Thanks, Loren. I’m sure our readers will be much better prepared now that we have had this little chat.”

Take care,
Brandon Tanner

He likes me to stand, waiting for him. In a dark room, usually. Wearing something not too expensive, but definitely sexy… whatever was a bargain at Frederick’s of Hollywood. Sometimes I wear street clothes I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing on the streets, sometimes it’s lingerie, something lacy. Yesterday was typical.

I decided to be a little daring. I wore a black mini-dress, cotton, with an oh-so-low cut that showed off my best features. And I didn’t wear any underwear; the dress would’ve made that pretty obvious up front if I didn’t wear my old friendly leather jacket over it. I’ve had it for three years, now, and I guess, really, it’s my best friend. My armor against the world, especially if otherwise I’m dressed like a two-bit whore. In my gym bag I had sensible clothes: bra and panties, boots and jeans and a t-shirt.

I took the bus down, ignoring the occasional looks I got from people. My legs were showing, but they aren’t that attractive… not bad, just okay. The jacket stopped people from noticing me too much. When I got of the C-4 and walked the three blocks to his house, it was a different story. He lives in a very nice neighborhood, and I looked a little cheap, I guess. Maybe more than a little.

Still, he’s never told me to take the back entrance or anything. I strolled up to the gate, and let myself in with the key, the largest one on my ring. It’s one of those old fashioned kind, like way old-fashioned, a big iron . It always gives me a little quake when I close the gate behind me, Îcause it shrieks something awful, and it’s no secret why. Lots of rust.

I should offer to do something about that, I guess, but when I arrive I can’t wait, and when I’m on my way out I don’t feel like doing any work. I could sneak by some day that we don’t have an Îappointment’, I guess. The walkway to his house has one of those trellis like things, that means the whole thing is kind of shadowed over with ivy. This is where I get my most nervous, but the gate is shut behind me; there’s no sense in me having come this far if I wasn’t going to go the whole way.

I walked up to the door of the house itself and it wasn’t locked. It never is when I come, I think he does that because he can’t let me in himself. Or maybe it’s just that he won’t.

I slipped inside. The foyer was dark but that’s not where he likes to take me, it’s always the special room. I walked down the long hall, opened the second door on the right, into a black black room. No windows at all. There was a little light shed in from the hallway, and I shrugged out of my jacket, letting it lie on the floor outside, the keys that I stored in the right pocket making a clunking sound as the jacket hit the floor.. It wasn’t lack of value that stopped me from hanging it up properly, it was trust. That jacket would always be around for me, it could take a little lying on the floor. And I wanted it with me Îtill the last possible moment. The gym bag joined it on the floor.

I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. I knew, from past experience, that the room had no furniture, nothing for me to bump into while my eyes adjusted to the the lack of light. He likes me to stand, so I stood there in the middle, balancing on three inch high spikes. I don’t usually wear them, but he asked. It’s something I can do for him, so I do it. Still, it’s hard. I didn’t know how long I was going to wait, sometimes it’s been two minutes, sometimes an hour.

An hour can be a long time to stand and wait on heels. I wasn’t wearing a watch, and time doesn’t mean a lot in a room in which nothing happens except slowly feeling your joints start to stiffen and your ankles getting sore from abuse.

There was a side door to the room, that I never looked towards. The first few times, I glanced over, but now, I just made a point of looking towards one of the other three walls. Not that I could see much, anyway. The door opened. I heard it, just a few instants before I felt him on me, his claws on my shoulders, his weight pushing me down to the floor instantly. His strength was overwhelming, the suddenness intoxicating. I stumbled, hitting the floor hard, rolling a little to take the fall on the flesh of my thigh rather than my knee or my hip. His claws bit into me, just a little prick here and there, as he ripped my thirty dollar dress to shreds.

The air on my naked body was cool, but that wasn’t all that was making my nipples harden. It certainly had little to do with the wetness that was growing between my legs. I tried to crawl away on my hands and knees, but my moves were so very slow compared to his. I felt his cock, hard, touching the lips of my sex and poised to enter me. I knew I was supposed to be prey, let him chase me, but at that touch I no longer felt the strength to pretend I could get away.

Those instincts failed me, and others took over, as I tried to settle on to him. But he was having no settling, and came in hard and fast. A gasp was forced from my lips. This was how he always took me, how I always dreamed about it afterwards, satisfying his own passion first, using me. He fucked me hard, forcing be down the the floor, and all the sensations flooded me, the ache in my knees on the hard floor, my breasts squashed and cold, his claws on my back, the hot wet feel of blood flowing from where they bit into me, and most of all the cock inside me, rubbing against my walls.

It wasn’t that it was huge, or long, or thick. It was that he was so god awful strong, his thrusting so violent, that I felt I was going to be ripped in two. In a good way. That was just the beginning, as his movements became faster, more animal. I almost never came this way, but all the problems, all my thoughts went away. My head was spinning and there was only the immediate present, all of life was physical, all of it centered on my cunt and the inhumanly fast thrusting and the balls bouncing against my clit.

Each time he took me I was provided with a memory that combined with my fingers later to provide enough orgasms to satisfy anyone.

His sharp fingers held my ass cheeks apart, exposing my asshole to him. The first time he did that, I was horrified, afraid that his claw would be inside me and I would be torn apart from the inside… and later, that was the stuff of fantasies. But he just held me open, exposing me at my most vulnerable, and his cock started to shake like a high-powered vibrator. Soon, hot seed was pouring into me, filling my pussy and dripping wetly down my leg as he gave me a gentle push so that I came off him. A moan escaped my lips, of frustration and need.

“Take what you need,” came his voice, very low. It was all he said anymore, all I needed to hear from him. I slowly gathered myself off the floor, wet with my sweat and other juices too, and turned towards him, kneeling even as he was kneeling. My cunt ached, claiming it’s need to come, but I knew better. That wasn’t what I really needed. I held myself from him for just a moment, waiting for him to do what needed to be done, and then leaned forward, on my hands and knees again, moving to kiss his neck. There, his claws had punctured his own skin, and hot dark liquid was starting to flow from the fresh wound. There was no color in the darkness, only shading, dark blood on pale skin, and my lips bent to the taste of him.

My tongue touched the hot salty dampness, licking along the trail until I reached the source. He tasted of steel and salt and fire, and this was all I needed. I clamped my mouth around the wound and let it flow into me, let it drip at its own pace onto my gum and tongue, swallowed as it welled up inside my mouth. I nursed the hot blood from him, making it run down my throat, and felt alive.

He would not push me away from this pleasure. I gave him the illusion of the hunt, and he gave me the life, the blood. I drank until I had my fill, and he was weak on the floor, spent and tired.

The next month I would come back, drawn by the blood that meant that I would never grow old. Drawn by the drug, and the memories. I kissed him, gently, on the lips, with my bloody mouth, and he responded slightly. I didn’t like to see him this way, so weak. I always wanted to imagine him strong and vital. I got to my feet, my body sore from the pounding it had taken. “Love you,” I said, and walked towards the door, the heels clicking on the floor.

There was no response. I didn’t look back, it would cost me too much when I was alone and remembering later. I opened the door as little as I needed to, and slipped out naked and messy into the hall.

It seemed almost bright in the pale light there. The bathroom was across the hall, and I washed up as quickly as I could, splashing cold water on my face to get rid of the blood. I got dressed in the hall. It felt good to be in sensible clothes again, it felt damn good to toss those ridiculous spiked heels into the gym bag and slip my feet into my nice well worn boots. Still, small price to pay for immortality. My jacket on, I ran out into the light to catch the C-4 home.

Next time… oh. There was an aching between my thighs that still wanted to be satisfied. But I sure didn’t want to be around when he started moving again. I hoped that I could find a secluded seat on the bus.

©1997,2004 SIC CORP.Used with permission

Reviewing Elli is a challange for me. Elli is a close friend and I have known her since she first appeared on the Internet years ago.

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fetish – Part of Speech: noun – Definition: obsession
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Well, this is my first sojurn into the world of WordPress. I have been appointed as one of the reviewers here, so please send all bribes to elli@dreamnet.com, thank you muchly. *wink*

Ok, just kidding. A little bit about me: I am 28 years old, living in the suburbs of Vancouver, Canada with my dog, Missy. I am dating a rather wonderful fellow at the moment, and he’s a good cook besides everything else, so I think I’ll keep him. I have been running my amateur website since February 1998, and I still enjoy it as much as the first day I sent those test photos in. The site is what motivated me to teach myself HTML and so over time I’ve been able to take over the design and daily update and upkeep of it. Of course the back end techy stuff is professionally handled by the crew at Dreamnet.com, and I hope they know how much I appreciate them for it. I love to read and write, and I try to do a bit of both every day. I love to travel, but I love to come home to my own bed.

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By Paul Dent

An old friend of mine (we’ll call him Luke here because he said he wanted to remain anonymous) was tired of being single and sick of having to hit the bars and clubs every Saturday night in an attempt to meet women.

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Luke agreed to give it a try. He said he was looking for something long-term, but if he got laid in the process then so much the better.

Every now and then, Luke and I meet up for a drink at Michael’s (if you’re ever in the Knoxville area of Tennessee, drop by for an ale) and he tells me about what’s been happening in his life, particularly his sex life.

He’s usually fairly blase about that sort of stuff, but one particular night I could sense that he was genuinely excited. I knew there was something he wanted to tell me but was holding out for some reason or other.

What is it? I asked and Luke gave me a puzzled look.

What’s what?

What is it you want to tell me?

Luke took a sip of his beer and grinned. It’s just funny how sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way you expected.

What do you mean? I asked.

Well, a few months ago, I started emailing this woman on your site. I guess I found her interesting because her ad didn’t mention sex in any way, shape or form.

That doesn’t sound like you! I joked and Luke laughed.

No. But seriously, we’ve been sending messages back and forth ever since. Just for fun, you know. And in the end curiosity got the better of me and I asked her out on a date.

And?

Well, at first, she seemed kind of quiet and really coy. She seemed uncomfortable even talking about sex. And I was thinking she’s lovely and all but a bit conservative for my tastes.

Who isn’t? I joked again.

Luke simply smiled. Yeah, but here’s the thing, he said, giving me that sly-dog look of his. I wound up taking her back to my place and it was the best goddamn sex I’ve had in my entire life.

No shit?

Nope. I’ve gotta tell ya, man. She was awesome. Absolutely incredible.

Truth is, I wasn’t exactly surprised by Luke’s supposed revelation. It reminded me of a time when I was in my mid-twenties and had just started dating a girl by the name of Courtney. She was very cute but, I thought, not an overly sexual person.

Courtney and I went out two or three times before the subject of sex even came up, but once it did, she seemed as eager as me to get between the sheets. I guess she had just been waiting to see if the chemistry was right.

I still wasn’t expecting much from the act itself, but how wrong I turned out to be.

Courtney was, to use Luke’s expression, absolutely incredible and completely uninhibited in bed. She barely said a word while we were fucking, but she didn’t need to. She was one of those people who gets lost in the moment and is totally absorbed by the intensity of it all. I remember lying there afterwards and thinking that whoever came up with the line about not judging a book by its cover sure got it right.

Even after we’d done the deed, Courtney rarely talked about sex when we were out. Yet, as soon as we were back at her place, things just seemed to happen naturally. I didn’t need to ask if she wanted to be on top. I didn’t need to ask if she wanted to do it doggy-style. And once, without so much as a word of warning, she blew me right there on the balcony, in full view of the neighbors in the apartment block across the way (I hope they got off on it because I sure did!)

I guess that’s the point of telling you all this.

Some women like to send out the message that they’re sexual dynamos some deliver on this promise, others don’t and some keep you guessing. It’s not that they’re consciously trying to be mysterious. It’ just that they believe actions speak louder than words.

It may take a little extra charm and effort to get these closet sex kittens to open up to you. But believe me, once you’ve made them feel sexy and desirable, they’ll sure make it worth your while.

Phillip’s secretary called me from his office around five. A client had come into town unexpectedly and my husband had been given the duty of seeing that Chad, (that was the client’s name) got settled at his hotel. I hung up the phone and thought how odd it was that my husband hadn’t offered to have Chad join us for supper.

As I sat at my dressing table, I reflected on the conversation I’d just had. Something wasn’t right. Then the phone rang again. “Hello?” “Hello, Kris? This is Phillip Blaine.” “I know who you are! What’s going on down there?” Something was up. Phillip never calls me Kris, just as I never call him Phil. Years of living with him, however, have taught me when it doubt, just play along.

He continued the conversation with this “Kris” person. Finally I understood. Chad must have been sitting right across from him and for some reason, he didn’t want the man to know he was talking to me. Phillip continued. “Kris, I’ve got a friend in from out of town, and I was wondering if you’d be available tonight to help him unwind. You know, show him a good time. Of course, the company will pay your standard fee.” “Phillip, I don’t have a clue as to what you’re doing.” “Eight o’clock? That will be fine.

We’re going to have dinner and then go to the Sheraton for drinks. Why don’t we meet there?”

“Do you want me to meet you at the Sheraton?” “Good. That will be fine. Oh, and Kris, why don’t you wear that black outfit you were in last week when I saw you in Lufkin? That was absolutely stunning!”

“Phillip,” I asked, not quite sure what he wanted me to do, but intrigued by the fact that my conversation was not matching up with his, and starting to catch on, “Do you want me to meet you but not let on that we’re married?” “Oh yes,
that’s a great idea. That’s very good.” “Is this going to be a game?” “I believe it will be. You are available, aren’t you?” “I understand. This is a fantasy isn’t it?”

“Yes it is. You mentioned it to me not long ago if memory serves.” “Oh, sweetie, memory isn’t the only thing I’ll be serving tonight!” “Then it’s a date, right? Eight tonight at the Sheraton.” “Eight it is. Oh, and ate it will be!” I hung up the phone. I understood exactly what my husband was doing now.

He was fixing me up with Chad, but not as his wife. Tonight I was going to be a call girl, a woman who fucked for money! How exciting! I spent the next three hours getting dressed for the part. I’d just gotten out of the bath when
Phillip called. Sitting at my dressing table, I wore only my black lace robe whichwas opened, revealing my body in the mirror in front of me. I was so excited at the prospect of what laid ahead for the evening!

Phillip and I have a very open sex life, we both fuck whoever strikes our fancy. Many times I’ve fucked or sucked a total stranger in a restroom of a club, while my husband watched, or in the back seat of our car while my husband drove, watching me in the back seat through the rear view mirror. We have a perfect relationship, he and I. I love to show off, and he loves to watch me do it.

My biggest thrill is sucking off a man while my husband
feeds that man’s cock into my mouth, often pumping it faster and faster into my waiting lips, knowing that soon the stranger will shoot a load of hot cum on my tongue. Phillip loves to watch men touch me, watch their dicks as they disappear inside my hot pussy. Now he was arranging for me to fuck his client, but instead of this being a regular night of stuffing my pussy with strange cock, my husband was setting me up to be a whore! No wonder I love him so! I wanted to be special tonight. Usually, I would have gotten dressed, gotten ready to go out and meet this new man, this man I knew full well would be pumping his cock inside my cunt
before morning.

But first, I wanted to do something I don’t usually do. I
reached inside my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. I started cutting my pussy hairs. I usually keep my cunny trimmed very close, close enough for men to see my clit as it pokes past my lower lips. But tonight, I would have
a totally shaved pussy! After cutting as much as I could, I stepped back into the bath, razor and cream in hand. When I was done, I admired my work. My pussy looked like it did when I was ten years old! I knew that in the next few days as
the hair grew back I would pay for this little bonus with constant irritation. But for tonight, it would be well worth it.

My pussy was already soaking, and I hadn’t even made myself come yet. Reaching down, my hand caressed my now nude pussy. It felt so strange to touch myself there and not feel the light coat of downy softness my husband loves to
stroke. But he wasn’t home right now, no one was, so it was up to me.

My middle finger on my right hand started to flick across the clit I knew so well. A shudder went through me as my hand worked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slipped lower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. My finger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reach that place that Phillip always touches. As I continued to sit on the edge of the tub, my hand masturbating my cleanly shaved cunt, I lost myself in reflection.

My mind was a montage of mental images, of men who’d fucked me, of men I’d sucked and fucked. I thought about Phillip, how he loved to lick my pussy, especially when it was freshly fucked… especially when it was freshly fucked by someone other

than him. I was on the verge of coming when the phone rang. Fuck it, I thought. I continued to finger fuck myself as the phone fought for my concentration.

Finally, with my hand still stroking my cunny, I picked up the phone. It was my husband. “Kristi, did you understand what I was trying to say?” “Yes,” was the only word I could muster. My orgasm was just seconds away.

I wanted to come so badly, but I knew my husband wanted to tell me something. “Okay, listen, I don’t have much time. Chad is in the foyer talking to Linda. I told him I’d fixed him up with a very high class hooker. He’s really excited about meeting you. If you don’t want to do this, just tell me, and I’ll get Linda to fuck him. Okay?” I was breathing harder now, and couldn’t find the words to say to my husband. In my mind, I was screaming…no, don’t give him to her. He’s mine! But in reality, I was lost in the orgasm which was about to overtake me. Phillip understood my silence.

He spoke again. “Are you fucking yourself? Is your hand inside your pussy right now?” “Yes.” “And are you thinking about tonight?” “Yes.” “Are you about to come?” “Yes.” “Then do it. Do it now! I want to hear you come over the phone. Come like the slut you are. You are a slut you know? Only a slut would meet her husband’s client and fuck him for money.” “I know.” I could barely whisper. It was time. I was about to come, two fingers now inside me, my husband on the phone telling me I was a whore, and mentally thinking about the man I was going to fuck. I came like a waterfall!

“Oh, baby! I’m………” “Come, bitch! Come now! Come like the whore you are! Or would you rather I put this call on my speaker phone so everyone in the office can hear what a slut you are?” That was all I could take. As my husband listened on the other end, I lost all control and came like I hadn’t been touched in months! Afterwards, there was silence. I wasn’t sure how long I’d taken to cum, nor if Phillip was still on the other end of the line. When I could speak, all I said was “Phillip,” is a very soft, quiet voice. “I’m here sweetie. Was that a good come?” “Oh, yes!” “Well, hurry now. You don’t want to be late. Kristi?” “Yes?” “I love you.” “I know!” I set the phone back in the cradle and thought about what I would wear.

We don’t usually go to the Sheraton. That’s probably why Phillip picked it for the meeting. I arrived at 8:15. When I made my entrance, there were few who didn’t notice. Wearing the dress my husband requested, I glided across the floor. My four inch heels made me appear taller than my 5’5″ frame allowed. The dress, a satin and silk affair is split up the side, about five inches beyond the knee. The casual observer would think I was wearing panty hose. I wasn’t. Tonight called for garters and stocking, and little else. I had foregone wearing a bra. I don’t need one and besides, in that
dress, I couldn’t really wear it without it being obvious.

My breasts are 38DD, ride high on my chest, and are capped with what my husband affectionately calls bullet nipples. Those bullet nipples were sticking straight out! The dress had no back, and precious little front. Cut very low, my
breasts were displayed to their best advantage. The only way I could have exhibited them more would be if I was topless. For now, this was as good as it could get. The dress has a small troubadour type jacket which allows it to be worn in a more modest setting. I wore the jacket, but didn’t buttoned it.

When I entered the room, I immediately spotted Phillip. But he was alone. He looked right at me, but made no attempt to hail me or indicate he wanted me to join him. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. This was Phillip’s party, and I would wait until he moved it along.

As it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait. Before the bartender could fix my drink, my husband’s client returned to the table. He was absolutely gorgeous! He must have been 6’6″ Phillip is a bit over 6′, and Chad was a head taller. And built! He was wearing an open collar shirt, unbuttoned to the third button, allowing his smooth chest to contrast against his white shirt he was wearing. It made his blackness seem all that more dark, more sinister. Did I mention that
Chad was Black? His sleeves were rolled up about three turns, and his forearms were pure sex! His face looked like it had been chiseled out of black granite, clean shaven. And I mean clean! He didn’t have a speck of hair from his chin up!

I had never been so turned on by the mere sight of any man that I could remember. But this guy, looking like a black Mr. Clean, had my pussy wet! His chest sort of tapered into his pants, pants that by this time I was examining rather closely. I knew I was imagining it, but it looked like I could see the outline of his cock as it ran down his left leg. And imagination or not, I was excited!

Phillip had pointed to me, as if he had just spotted me, and motioned me over. The games were about to begin! “Hey, Kris! Glad you could make it.” My husband extended his hand to me, as if I were there on a business deal. Well, I
guess, after a fashion, I was. “How nice to see you again, too, Phillip.” I shook his hand with my best Vassar girl manners. “Kris, I’d like you to meet my friend, Chad. Chad, this is the woman I was telling you about.” “It’s so nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you too. Phillip has been telling me all about you.” “All of it nice, I hope.” Phillip entered into the conversation at this point. “I hope you don’t mind, Kris, but I told Chad about your hopes of becoming a teacher, and I explained to him that after your husband left you, you
decided to pursue your education.”

What a crock! I understood why Phillip had said those things. I am a teacher, by profession. I teach political science at the university. By telling Chad just a partial bit about me, Phillip had deftly explained why I didn’t seem to be your average call girl. Talk about smart! My husband had already provided me with the perfect cover. Just as I was about to take a seat, the band started up. Chad reacted with style and class. “Before we sit, would you care to dance?” “I’d love to dance!” was my reply. “Shall we then?” Before I knew what happened, I found myself with Chad’s arms around me,
moving me as if I had no substance, no form. I fit into his arms like I’d been made just for that fit! I could feel his muscles as he led me, gently but with a firmness I would come to appreciate before the night was over. I seemed to melt into him. And I felt the hardness running down his left leg. No, that wasn’t my imagination. I felt a hard cock! He seemed aware of my recent discovery.

“I’m sorry if I’m pressing you too hard. It’s just when a woman as soft as you comes against me, I’m afraid I forget my manners. Is it hurting your leg?” There it was. He was referencing his cock, as if it were just something pushing against me. I looked up at his face and replied. “No, it isn’t hurting me. I like the feel of a man as he gets excited.” With that, I pushed myself closer to him, and I swear, I could feel his dick harden even more against the softness of my legs.
When the dance was over, I could feel he didn’t want to let me go. But he did! Damn, I was ready to fuck him right there, on that dance floor, in front of a room full of strangers. And in front of my husband. My pussy was leaking with anticipation. We made our way back to the table. “Where are you staying?” I asked my new friend. “Right here.” “How convenient.” I smiled. As I sipped my drink, I exchanged looks with my husband. I was ready to get this show on the road, and wondered how I would know when it was time to move on, when someone would suggest that the three of us go up to Chad’s room.

I was looking forward to sucking that huge cock, to having it enter my tight cunt, and I was looking forward to watching the expression on my husband’s face as this huge black man fucked me. Phillip answered my unasked question. And he answered it with a statement which shook me to my very pussy! “Listen, it’s getting late, and I have an early day tomorrow,” my husband said looking at his watch.
“Why don’t I just call it a night. I hope you too won’t mind if I leave?”

Leave! Wait a minute, I thought. Where was he going? He wasn’t going to leave me alone, was he? We’ve been swingers a long time, but only rarely did we ever swing alone, and certainly not before discussing it at length! Now my husband, who had already set me up as a prostitute for this stranger, was about to leave me alone. I would be on my own. He wouldn’t be there to watch me fuck…and get fucked! I started to panic! But suddenly, I knew I’d be okay. Phillip loves me; he’d never put me in any kind of danger. If it was alright with him that I go upstairs with this black man, if it was alright with him that I get fucked by his client, than it would be okay with me. Still, I thought I should make at
least a token effort to include him in the night’s festivities.

“Oh, don’t rush off. I was hoping I could entertain the both of you tonight.” “Ordinarily, Kris, you couldn’t get me to leave without a police escort, but I do have a rather busy day tomorrow. I’ve told Chad that you said you’d have to be back at your place by two and he understands that.” “Well, can’t you at least stay a little while?” I was almost begging. I couldn’t get over the fact that my husband wasn’t going to be with me. “No, I really can’t.” “You’re not afraid to be with
me, alone, are you Kris?” Chad asked. “Oh, no, it’s not that. It’s just that…” I really didn’t know what to say. Chad smiled at me and reached inside his jacket that was lying over the unoccupied chair. He withdrew an envelope and handed it to me.

“Phillip said your usual rate was three hundred dollars for four hours. I hate to sound so business like, but maybe that will make you feel more comfortable.” I looked inside the envelope. There were five one hundred dollar bills! I looked back at Chad. “I don’t mind being overcharged,” he said with a grin. “Well, then, that settles it. I’m off.” With that, my husband stood, shook hands with Chad, winked and said under his breath, “Enjoy yourself, pal. And don’t wear it out!” And he was gone! I watched my husband walk out the
door and then turned to Chad. I had no idea what to do next.

“Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes. I suppose so.” I was still a bit shaken, but I put on a good front. I stood, picked up my purse and smiled at the man who had bought me for the night. “Yes,” I said, “I’m ready.” As I turned to go, Chad
touched my arm. Nodding toward the table, he softly said, “Ah, Kris, you forgot the envelope.” I felt like an idiot. Here I was, supposedly a high priced whore, and I’d left five hundred dollars sitting on the table! “Sorry. I’m just a bit nervous.” What a stupid thing to say! But Chad didn’t comment. After I put the envelope in my purse, he took me by the arm and led me out the door of the lounge, the same
door my husband had taken a few moments ago. Only I didn’t turn right, out the other set of doors and to my car as my husband had. Instead, I turned left, out toward the elevator, and toward the room where I was about to be royally fucked!

While we waited for the elevator, Chad seemed to be the perfect gentleman. He chatted about the humidity, and the heat. I was sort of relieved that he didn’t carry the hooker/trick routine on in the lobby. But still, a white woman such dressed like I was, standing next to a black man like Chad was enough to cause a lot of heads to turn. Just as the elevator bell rang, indicating that the door was about to open, Chad reached his arm out and pulled me closer to him. He leaned down to me and whispered, “Grab my dick!” I don’t know what came over me, I mean, we were in a public hotel, people walking all around, looking at us, and…to this day I don’t know why I did it, but I did. I reached down, between his legs, and gave his cock a s-l-o-w rub, running my hand down the full length of his now steel hard dick! I felt so absolutely wicked! The door opened and we entered the elevator. I didn’t look up, half afraid someone had seen my whorish behavior…and half afraid they hadn’t! I was a whore for the night, I told myself, to act like slut. If this guy wanted to fuck me in the lobby, well, I guess I’d just drop my panties right there!

But Chad other plans. As soon as the elevator door closed, he turned to me and said, “Take it out.” “Take what out?” “My cock, bitch. Take it out of my pants.”

He spoke so matter of factly, that I wasn’t sure if he meant right then, or in the room. I hesitated for a moment thinking about his order. I guess he didn’t care for that, because he reached over and pushed the stop elevator button. It did, and he repeated his command. “I said, take my cock out of my pants. You have a hard time hearing?”

“I didn’t know you meant right now.” He didn’t reply. But he didn’t push the start button either, so I figured, what the hell. I stepped in front of him and unzipped his pants. I don’t remember a zipper ever being that long before. I know it came down instantly, but at the time, it seemed like several seconds elapsed from the time I first found the zipper tab and the time it was totally down. “Now, take it out.” I did. Reaching inside his pants, I wasn’t sure if I had hold of his
cock or a snake. Whatever it was, it was big…and it was moving! When my hand came out of his pants, so did the biggest, blackest cock I can ever remember handling. And somehow, I knew it wasn’t fully erect yet. I soon found out how unerect it was. By the time I fully experienced him, I’d know what a cock could really be like. But at that moment, I was still to find out.

Once it was outside his pants, I looked up at his lust glazed face. “You know what to do.” I did know. Dropping to my knees, still inside the elevator stopped between the ground and the first floor, I took his dick into my mouth!
My jaws were open wide, but not wide enough. The head fit inside my cheeks, and unceremoniously, he pushed another two inches in after it. I thought I would die from lack of air. But I’d sucked big cocks before, and I made myself relax. Soon I was sucking him without difficulty, but the damn thing was growing, growing between my lips. I had just established a rhythm to my sucking when he leaned forward
a bit. And the elevator starting moving. He had pushed the start button again. I figured he wanted me to stop, and began to back off his giant cock. I figured wrong. Using his two huge hands, my black master just held my head in place as the elevator continued its journey to the sixth floor. Within a few seconds I heard the door open. And I heard a gasp from the couple standing in the hall in front of us.

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