Woman ticketed for appearing naked on Internet
By Kevin O’Hanlon, Associated Press
LINCOLN, Neb. — It may be legal to appear naked in cyberspace, but police ticketed a Lincoln woman Monday for posting nude pictures of herself on the Web that were taken in downtown bar.
“It’s unlawful to be naked in public in Lincoln,” said police chief Tom Casady.

Melissa J. Harrington, 21, was ticketed for violating Lincoln’s public nudity ordinance by posting pictures on her Web site “showing her naked at one of our downtown bars and in several other locations around the city,” Casady said.

“They’re not going to stop me from doing what I’m doing. I enjoy what I do and they really don’t have any grounds now to go off of,” to prosecute the case, she said.

Harrington, who works as a Web designer at a local bank, says on her Web site that she likes “being naked in public … even more when there’s a lot of people there to watch.”

Her Web site is linked to another which shows explicit pictures of women who purportedly are college students in Nebraska.

Casady said no one has been ticketed in connection with those pictures because it is not apparent where they were taken.

“Some of them are clearly stock photos that someone has gotten from some place else,” he said. “Some of them, you just can’t tell where they are.”

In Harrington’s case, Casady said it is obvious that the photos were taken inside the Marz Intergalactic Shrimp and Martini Bar.

Repeated phone calls to the bar Monday rang busy.

Casady said the police department planned to send a letter to the state Liquor Control Commission to see if the bar violated any state laws.

Harrington was to be arraigned in Lancaster County Court on Jan 29. If convicted, she faces a maximum penalty of six months in jail and a $500 fine.

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After going to bed, showered and, of course, naked, Anton had lain awake for some time. Then he got up again and fetched the hand towel from the wash station. He placed this by his hips when he lay down. His intention was obvious. He was lying on his back, with his left hand caressing the inside of his thigh, and nuzzling up against his balls. His forefinger began stroking the adjacent testicle. His other hand was flat on his stomach. His penis lay where it had flopped, the glans between the other ball and his thigh. It was clearly stirring.

The upper hand began to migrate south, stroking the sensitive skin of the smooth area between the navel and the pubic hair. He had a thick forest, but low down and with a clean upper line. When they reached the root of his phallus, he parted his forefinger and second finger, and ran this vee down to embrace the thickening shank. A few pushes, with the fingers curving down to engage with the upper scro tum, and the glans looked distinctly heavy.

He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank, and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his hand, the shaft supported itself.

He switched on the bedlight, and lay admiring the growing weapon. By now it was no mere stiffy, but a tree in full flare. He watched the taut skin pulling slowly back across the glistening plum surface of his close textured glans. There was no quick flick of the fingers this time: he was taking his time. When the skin finally caught up on the flaring corona, the upturned rim of his glorious helmet, he pressed down with both hands on his pubic lawn, stretching the skin on the shaft enough to clear the rim. The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth.

Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvi ous reaction in his tool.

He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod of iron. His technique was obviously practised, but unsophisticated. Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under thigh. As the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting.
Relaxed pumping not stopped, but much slowed, and the hand pres sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress the point below the glans with the side of his finger. Some fluid had formed at the eye of his shaft and he slicked it down over the point as a lubricant. He began to pump once more in this higher position. His sweat dewed face, mouth wide open in rictus of excitement; between the tun nel of his legs, the balls, now pulled high and close as orgasm neared. His shaft was indeed now bending back over his belly as he left the plateau for the summit. Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book, placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could stare at it. And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time.

His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would come! He would come! Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too, but this time nearly dry just a wide working of the glistening eye of his dick. Then the pent up breath was released. Completely still, with his eyes closed, for about a minute, then wiping the spunk from his stomach and hand. He began to milk the re maining juices from his dying cock, pulling upwards with the tip of his forefinger pressed hard into the underside of his organ. He wiped the gland carefully, so that the foreskin, now beginning to bunch be low his glans, wouldn’t stick too painfully when it had return to the protection position. Finally he cleaned the mirror, before folding the towel under his prick’s tip to mop up any last weeping.

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over on his side to sleep.

Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip, but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. An ton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated ex pression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away inside his trousers? But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistake able gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request still the friendly doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him pa tiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The pa tient was tensed for the cut of the knife! But Klaudio gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared. He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement the lower hand a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobbly flat platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft be tween them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface.

Anton’s eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it. Klaudio quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Anton’s forehead. At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Klaudio cupped his hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning, “Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?” Klaudio changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus; even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm.

Slowly Klaudio worked. This had to be a good one a better one than a quick hand job but he could use only limited resources for fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Anton groan ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear. His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Anton’s face now looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real. Five times did Klaudio make his loins rear up and hold him there, until he was crying out to be allowed to come. Then he came shooting high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton’s glans: he was too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again, Klaudio had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

As Anton entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He was about a year older than Anton, though he looked perhaps a little younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive skin the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, ex cept for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The per fect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasise his good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair. He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins’. His voice was as smooth as his skin and as dark as his hair. Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed read ing. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton had then removed all but his underpants. It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body, and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have some one to sleep with himself if he desired.

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his pe nis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy him self as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more plea surable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over An ton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus tickling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger entered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spas modic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him com pletely clean ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now accept to share his bed for the night…

On a personal note I will confess to my benign fetish, I love red heads. I love real red hair, it is rare, it is beautiful and I admit I am so very attracted to red heads. I am not certain where this odd lust came from but I am painfully afflicted. In my surfing yesterday I stumbled across a web site dedicated to natural red heads. If you share my fetish I think you will like my find.

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I don’t often do film reviews and I am not going to start a trend but I wanted to introduce our readers to the lovely Melody. An American of Iranian decent she moved from swim instructor to porn star and she is lovely.

I put together a store link of all of her films because she is well worth seeing.

Here is a little information of Melody from an interview she did on rogreviews,

Melody Interview – Melody’s Bio & Movies

“Before we get started, I just have to say that this box cover shot for “Lewd Conduct 16″ is just sunning, you are gorgeous.

Well thank you.

Let’s introduce you to the readers.
My name is Melody.

How long have you been in the business?
Just about seven months now.

So you’re fairly new.
Very new.

What were you doing before?
I was giving swimming lessons. I’m a certified swim instructor.

How do you go from teaching swimming to porn?
I’m a very sexual person and after a while I got to the point where I was getting bored. I wanted to try something new. Porno is fantasy and it was a way for me to do something I hadn’t done before. There was no real planning to it, it was just something I did when I moved to L.A.

Where are you from?
I had lived in San Francisco my whole life, but for the two months before I got into porn I was living in New Zealand.

What were you like growing up?
When I was younger I saw super quiet. I was also a Tomboy. When I got older I started having boyfriends and kind of went nuts.

If someone you went to high school with were to pick up one of your videos, do you think they would be surprised?
Yes and no. All of my friends knew that I was sexually active and crazy. Everyone in my hometown actually does know and a lot of them are shocked. A lot of the girls are half-jealous and look at me like I’m a slut.

What was the first movie you did?
I did the traditional Ed Powers movie, breaking into the porn industry movie.

How was that?
If you want me to be really honest, it was the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. I walked into his house, he showed me his movies and told me he wanted to shoot me. I said “cool, who am I working with?” He was like “me” and I laughed. I thought that porn guys would be buff and good looking. My first experience was quite shocking.

How tall are you?
5’4″

And your measurements?
I don’t really know all of them. I’m a 34c, 115 pounds.

And natural of course.
Yes, all natural.

Are you going to keep them that way?
Completely. I have no tattoos, no piercing, nothing.

That is two girls in a row with real breasts and no tats, so girl can make it in the business this way.
Absolutely. A lot of people like it to be honest.

Do you have a web site yet?
Not yet, but I’m working on one.

Are you doing it yourself?
I have some help, but I am trying to do most of it myself.

I want to stay in this business as long as I can. After that, who knows?

This is a link to all of the Movies Melody has appeared in.

Maria has told me I have forgotten her; I will never forget Maria! I have known this lovely MILF for years. When we first met she was the Queen of Livecam, a woman of many talents who has always enjoyed demonstrating them to the the world. A lovely so relaxed with exhibitionist sex she can squirt for the camera and her lover.

Maria has been on Dreamnet for several years, she is one of the original Dreamnet ladies and over the years we have met many times, been at many parties together and she has always shared her life with all of us on her website. If you enjoy a lovely sexy woman who has a depth of content, good pictures, great videos and true dedication to her members you need to check out this lovely morsel.

Maria’s club has a ton of video and every changing content. If you want to see her evolve over the years she has an archive CD and DVDs also. I enjoy them and I am sure you will also. I consider Maria a dear friend so I am a little biased in my review but I suspect after you get to know her you will find yourself feeling the same way about her.

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I think more than half of the world’s population is is asia; maybe that is because Asian women are some of the hottest women. These movie clips really go a long way to demonstrate that thought!

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This young mother and wife is really looking cute in this photo. It was taken on her first trip to Vegas in front of a Hotel Room window. Do you think maybe she just it the jack pot .. LOL! It’s that sweet innocent smile that comes from just being a happy person So go meet Brianna Ray , I know she has a good time getting naked .. hehehe!

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Mistress Monica escorted her four clients down to her dungeon. She wore a black bustier and girdle, with red trim, designed to highlight rather than reveal her feminine attributes. Her black mask, designed by a friend who was a professional costumer, gave her a vaguely sinister appearance. Monica was a trained actress and stage director, but she found working in the brothel dungeon more lucrative and less difficult than professional theater. Although she was one of the few non playthings licensed to accept money for sex, she viewed her primary job was arranging for playthings to provide sexual enjoyment rather than do it herself. Only when she had a submissive male client who needed a dominatrix would she force herself upon him.

Tonight, she wanted her sluts to entertain these men. Playthings are people genetically engineered and trained to focus on sexual pleasure. About two thirds of playthings are female. Sluts are playthings for whom sexual pleasure is tinged with pain and submissiveness. Monica deals with sluts carefully, because she has the responsibility to keep them from being seriously injured.

When she and the clients entered, four sluts, named Amy, Betsy, Cindy, and Donna were waiting from them. They were naked except for a polyester collar, plastic bracelets, and plastic anklets, all with rings to be used for tying them in certain positions. In addition, Amy and Betsy had leather belts with straps which wrapped around the inner thighs and Cindy had straps which crossed in front of her breasts. Amy and Cindy had rings through their nipples. Only Donna, who was the youngest and prettiest, was totally naked except for the bracelets.

Like all playthings, sluts receive room, board, complete medical care, and incidentals, but no salary. However they also receive a generous contribution to their pensions. Because of the stress of their jobs, sluts usually retire earlier than ordinary playthings. Donna received a slightly lower pension contribution than the other sluts, because she did not use belts to manipulate her body and limbs. However, because of her good looks, she was likely to have a longer productive career than the other sluts, and eventually as large a retirement fund.

Monica said, “Gentlemen, these sluts exist solely for your pleasure. You may use them as sex slaves for the evening in any way you want. You may poke them and prod them, as long as you don’t draw blood. All I ask is that you do nothing to diminish their value. These remote control devices can be used to raise or lower ropes to move these sluts into any position you desire. ”

As she passed behind them, she gave each slut a sharp whack on the ass with a whip. Amy and Cindy protested, as they had been coached by Monica, but Betsy and Donna accepted the punishment meekly.

One of the men, Bob, asked, “What do we wear when dealing with the sluts?” Monica answered, “Any thing or nothing. It’s up to you.”

Another man, Harold, added, “I generally just wear a short jacket. That way I can toss it out of the way when I’m ready for action.” Harold was the only one of the men who had used the dungeon before. He had paid an extra fee for a first class membership in the brothel. Two others, Tom and Steve had used playthings in the brothel, but not the sluts in the dungeon. The fourth man, Bob was new to the brothel. Harold was hosting all of them in honor of Bob being hired as the new production engineer of his video monitor company. Tom , a physician, and Steve, an artist, were just good friends of his.

Monica left the dungeon, with the sluts standing there, waiting. The men went to a changing room. At Harold’s suggestion, Tom and Steve opted for thin jackets. Bob, however, stripped totally naked. He was getting excited by the prospect of using the sluts and his prick extending several inches from his body.

Bob walked up to Betsy and said, “I’ll want to fuck your monster tits, but first, I want to fuck your mouth. Kneel down and take me. ” “Yes, sir,” she said quietly, and kneeled on a carpet. She opened her mouth to accept his tool. She licked all around, making Bob more excited. He grabbed her head to control her movements on his rod. He wanted to extend the pleasure as long as possible. Each of the other men seized one of the sluts and forced them down. Harold sat on a chair and pulled Amy between his legs. Tom was enjoying Cindy, while Steve had Donna playing with his penis. Soon the room echoed with the sounds of slurping tongues and moaning men. Harold said, “Let’s tie Amy down and gang fuck her.”

“I want to fuck her ass,” Bob added. They had already agreed that whatever Bob or Harold wanted they would do, because Bob was new and Harold was paying for it. However, Tom said, “There is not enough room for four on Amy, and I want to continue with Cindy.”

Tom dragged Cindy to the middle of the room. He tied ropes to her wrists and straps enabling him to lift her off the floor. He also tied ropes to her nipples, pulling her breasts up. He raised her until her cunt was even with his face.

Cindy tried to protest, but Tom replied roughly, “Shut up and take it, cunt.”

He pulled her shaven pussy to his mouth. She felt the stirrings of carnal tension boiling in her cunt. He grabbed her ass, kneading it like dough. He found a slender rod and used it up her anus. As he continued to lick her pussy, Cindy yelled as her tension broke through with her first orgasm.

“You like that, cunt?” Tom asked her.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, out of breath. “Do you want more?” “Yes, sir.”

“Then here is more.” Tom clipped more ropes to Cindy’s legs, stretching them open. He then lowered her until she came in contact with his hard prick. He knelt enough to come up inside her wet cunt. Again, Cindy moaned with pleasure and pain as he pulled on her breasts and penetrated her channel. He tried to support more of her weight, until he was deep inside. He had enough leverage to thrust up rapidly and roughly. He no longer cared about her pleasure, even though he knew she could take care of herself. Now, it was just him. Cindy bit her lip to keep from yelling again, but it was no use. Her pelvis exploded with multiple waves, while he jabbed at her. Soon, he was grunting from the continued effort of thrusting into her. With several mighty lunges, his fluid surged out, filling her until it dripped onto the floor. They were both temporarily drained by the experience. Tom lowered the ropes, until Cindy crumpled onto the floor. The other three men tied Amy to a platform. They pulled her tits until she was staining against the ropes. “That hurts,” she complained.

“I know, but you like it, don’t you.” Harold opened her legs and used a thick cylinder to play with her cunt. Amy reacted rapidly. “Yes, play with me some more,” she said, her voice rising to a squeak. Harold wanted to climb between legs and fuck her, but Bob and Steve complained that they were being left out.

Harold said,” I’ll lie on the bed and you can lower her on top of me. Then you can do what ever you want.” They turned Amy over and tied her legs and belt. They lifted her up until Harold could get into position. Then they lowered her onto his rigid prick. This gave Bob the opportunity to climb behind her until he could align his prick with her tight ass. Steve stood next to her, offering his prick to her mouth. Amy was thrilled to be penetrated so thoroughly in three holes. She had to call on all her experience as a slut to concentrate on the men while indulging in her own pleasure.

Steve pulled at her head, moving it over him. Bob shoved into her ass, until he was deep in her bowels. Harold thrust up into her cunt, covering her with pleasure. They rapidly set up a rhythm of coordinated thrusts and pulls. The men pulled on her tits, until they glowed. Amy let herself be inundated with pleasure, indulging her body with repeated orgasms. Her yelps joined Cindy’s, filling the room.

Betsy and Donna watched quietly with a mixture of apprehension and envy, waiting their turn. Monica also watched through a video monitor. She found the scene exciting enough to plan on visiting a stud, or a male plaything, for her own encounter later in the evening. Because almost all playthings are sterile, there was no fear of getting pregnant.

Harold pushed up, until he could no longer bear the tension filling his prick. He yelled at Steve and Bob, “Let’s see if we can cum together, to fill Amy with sex.” “I’ll try, let me know when you’re ready,” Bob said, breathing heavily. “I’m ready now,” Steve grunted. “Let’s go. Bombs away,” Harold yelled, pushing up hard. Amy helped him by bearing down on his prick. Harold then released several pulses of pumping pleasure.. Steve let a fountain of cum fill her mouth, dripping onto her chin. Bob took another few seconds until he poured a flow of semen into her ass. Amy was soaked in semen, sweat, and her own pleasure fluids.

Bob and Steve pulled out of her. They then used the ropes to let Harold crawl off the platform. They then let Amy down and untied her. She lay there, breathing heavily.

Harold ordered Donna, “Give us something to drink.” Tom told Betsy, “Give Cindy and Amy something to drink, too. We might not be finished with them yet.” Donna and Betsy poured special beverages designed to restore bodily energy and electrolytes. They then offered moist towels to clean off the sexual fluids.

Harold and Steve pulled on Donna, while Tom and Bob grabbed Betsy. The men sat side by side, drinking, with a slut between them. They each encouraged their sluts to move between them, cleaning their pricks with their tongues. Gradually, the pleasant excitement returned to their penises.

Steve got up and moved behind Donna. He said, “Lift your ass, Donna, so I can get you from behind.” When she did so, Steve easily penetrated her pussy. Excited by the surge of pleasure emanating from her rear, Donna energetically addressed herself to Harold’s prick. She opened her mouth to engulf it. She used her hands to feed herself on Harold. At first, Harold let her have her way, but he pulled her head toward him. Harold said, “You are a great cock sucker, Donna. I’m just going to feed you a little better.” She moved actively over his penis, covering it with her lips. She applied increasing suction, trying to pull out Harold’s white seed. He was not quite ready for that, so he grabbed her head to set her pace. She bobbed up and down on him, occasionally changing her rhythm, but not loosing contact.

Behind her, Steve moved steadily. He pulled on her tits, and used them for leverage. Steve and Harold used Donna as a see-saw, moving her up and down. Steve thought that Donna was the prettiest slut, and privately vowed to look for her again soon, even if he had to pay extra. He wanted to fill her with pleasure. But Donna was reaching that objective on her own. As Steve fucked her, her pussy popped like a fire-cracker. She wailed as Steve assaulted her glowing slit. She briefly released Harold in a rush of orgasmic convulsions, but he did not let her avoid her duty to him. He resumed control of her head to maintain the pressure. As he pulsed within her, Steve’s prick expanded until it was ready to burst. He banged against her savagely, his prick so big, it was painful. He yearned for release within her pussy. Suddenly, his prick popped open, letting forth a gush of cum. He pushed into her repeatedly. His prick sent shocks through his body even after he thought he had emptied himself into her.

Harold felt he could delay his orgasm to further wallow in the pleasure Donna was providing him. She renewed her vigor, making him moan. Soon, Harold could delay himself no longer. She sucked his cum through her firm lips. “Drink it up, slut. Swallow the whole thing. Don’t miss a drop, ” Harold commanded. Donna eagerly drank him up. She enjoyed to sweet taste of cum. She felt good that she could please him. On another table, Bob and Tom were mounting Betsy. “This is my chance to fuck your luscious tits, Betsy. Lie back on the platform.” All sluts had greater than average breasts, but Betsy’s were like soft oval melons pealing off her body. Bob tied her hands to the platform and climbed onto her body. Tom stood behind him, and opened her legs. He pulled her down until her legs were handing down off the platform. That gave him easy access to her pussy. Bob first kissed breasts and then he bit on her nipples. He then placed his prick in the crease of her cleavage. He pulled her breasts together and pressed them down on his dick. Betsy loved the pain from her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes to let orgasm engulf her body, even before Tom touched her. When he rubbed her pussy with his prick before trying to enter her, she climaxed again. She released a stream of expletives while her body exploded.

Bob rocked between her tits, letting the head of his prick touch her chin. She tried to grab it with her mouth, but could not reach it. His weight pinned her to the table. He envelop his prick with her breasts, almost burying it. He had complete control of her body. She lay there, letting him and Tom do what they wanted. Tom jammed his prick into her hot pussy. As he pistoned her slit, she released another stream of cum. Her body convulsed with abdominal spasms. Tom’s hips rocked like a jack hammer as he knocked against her body. He changed his rhythm to prolong his pleasure. He pulled on the strips around her thighs, making her labia compress against him. He loved the way it made her feel tight to increase the friction. Bob continued rocking until the pressure was too much. He released her tits and pressed his prick against her lips. “Drink my cum, Betsy,” he ordered. He knelt above her and she could not avoid him. She either had to drink him or let it pour all over her. Like the good slut she was, she chose to drink.

When Bob climbed off her, Tom was able to grab her tits again and pull himself into her. With Bob finished, he wanted to finish too. He increased his speed until his ass was vibrating like a pneumatic drill. His cum erupted like a fountain. It continued to surge forth until Tom, too, was drained. Amy and Cindy had crawled over to the other sluts to observe the action. They hoped that the men had strength for more. Monica also hoped that the sluts had strength for more. She was glad they maintained their peak conditioning. The men hoped they had strength for more, but they were not sure. Harold signaled the brothel’s robot to get some food for them. The men used the single urinal. Amy and Cindy found time to pee. Bob walked up to Cindy with his prick in his hand, indicating he might pee on her. However, Harold stopped him because they might want to fuck her later. Amy and Cindy then helped Betsy and Donna take turns using the single toilet.

The room did not provide any privacy for the toilet, but the sluts had no reservations about letting the men see them pee. Food consisted of cake, fruit, and candy rich in high energy simple sugars. The men consumed eagerly, trying to replenish their energy. Amy and Cindy also took some fruit and candy, but Betsy and Donna resumed their place on the platforms. As they had been instructed by Monica, Amy and Cindy flirted with the men, bumping into them, rubbing their penises, and displaying their sex. Cindy even jumped onto a table, opened her legs, and thrust her pussy at them. Tom said, “Take it easy Cindy, we’ve already seen your cunt.” “No we haven’t,” added Bob. Steve asked Donna, “Do you want any cake?” “Yes, sir.” she replied, quietly. He offered her some cake, but tried to stuff it in her mouth.

After the men had had enough food, Bob suggested.”Let’s tie Donna and Betsy up and feed them.” They did so, presenting them with pieces of cake and sections of oranges. Inevitably, some fell on their bodies. After being fed, Betsy’s breasts were covered with crumbs and Donna’s pussy was filled with orange juice. Bob said, “Amy, suck the juice out of Donna. And Cindy, you eat Betsy’s crumbs. We have to be clean.” Amy and Cindy bent down to their work. Amy licked the juice and crumbs off Donna’s tits, and then sucked her pussy. Cindy gobbled the pieces from Betsy’s sensitive nipples. They knew how to pleasure their fellow sluts. Betsy opened her legs to give Cindy better access. Cindy began licking the edges of Betsy’s slit. Amy sucked the entire thing. “Do it faster. Make her cum,” Bob ordered Amy. He slapped her hard on the ass. Harold grabbed a small paddle and slapped Cindy. Cindy liked being paddled almost as much as she liked fucking. She found additional energy to apply to Donna’s clitoris, sending first Donna over the edge, and then herself. Amy followed suit with Betsy, but she did not get off herself. The men enjoyed the sight, and absent mindedly rubbed their pricks back to full attention. After everyone had cleaned up, Harold said, “We have the energy for one more round. But this time, let’s pair up with a slut you did not have before. Tom, you have to take Amy, since you were the only one who didn’t join her gang bang. I’ll take Betsy.” Bob said, “I want Donna.” “That leaves me with Cindy,” Steve said. Amy knew what Tom had done to Cindy. She wanted some of that for herself. She said, “I am your dirty little slut. Use me in any way you want.”

Tom grabbed her roughly and tied her nipple rings to some rope. He raised them until she had to stand perfectly straight to be comfortable. He poked her pussy, but she had to stand with her legs together. He inserted a thin rod into her pussy, so he could rub her while stood at attention. He then went behind her so he could play with her ass. He rubbed his dick against her ass, until it expanded to full strength. He then pushed her against a wall and tied her down by her tits. He pulled on the straps on her thighs to open her labia, so he could jam a wooden bar into her pussy. He said to Amy, “Okay, slut. I’m going to fuck your ass until you beg for mercy.” Amy was already breathing hard. “Yes, fuck me. Make it hard. ”

Harold pulled Betsy onto a platform. He tied her spread eagle, with the arms and legs open wide. “I am going to explore every inch of you, Betsy,” he said. He started on her cheeks, kissing them. He then moved down her left side, kissing her large breast. He went down further, but he missed her cleft. He kissed his way down the left leg, and moved to the right. He then moved up her leg until he arrived at the right tit. He kissed and fondled her breasts, getting more aggressive as he went. Betsy sighed as he continued his assault. Finally, he left one hand on her breast as he kissed his way down to her pussy. He inserted a finger, and tried to kiss inside. By this time, Betsy let the body react to the wonderful assault. She groaned as she strained against the ropes, trying buck against him. A small convulsion roared over her body, but she tried to save a big one for what was coming. “Now I am going to fuck your body,” he said.

“Hurry, fuck me,” she said breathlessly. Steve moved over to Cindy. Somehow, he did not like her. He said, “Cindy, you are good for nothing else, but fucking.” “I know. I am a slut. I don’t want to be good for anything else.” He threw her on another platform and tied her nipples. He tightened the rope until she was almost pulled into the air by her breasts. “You’re hurting me,” she complained. “I know. But admit it. You like to be hurt.” “I do. Just fuck me.” “Not yet.” The pain in her breasts was getting her very excited. She wanted to relieved of the tension. But Steve wanted her to suffer some more. He untied her nipples, rolled her over onto her stomach, and tied her arms. He grabbed a paddle and whacked her ass. She winced. “Did you like that?” “Oh my,” was her only reply. Steve whacked her several times, until her ass was burning red. “Now, I am going to fuck you.” Bob pushed Donna to the floor. He grabbed her legs and tied them to ropes. He pulled her legs apart, until he had clear access to her pussy. He rubbed her sensitive clitoris with a rough cloth. Donna reacted almost instantly with another orgasm. Bob then rapidly on top of her, and penetrated her pussy. He pulled the ropes until her legs were almost over her head. He said, “I have complete access to you, Donna. I can do what ever I want.” Tom had Amy on her knees, tied to the wall with a rod up her pussy. He attacked her ass savagely, penetrating up to her bowels. He found the friction of her tight ass wonderfully stimulating. His prick expanded even more until he had filled her entire rectum. His prick was so full it was almost painful. “You have the best ass, Amy.” “Shut up and fuck it.” she yelled. She squealed with ecstasy as her continued to jam his prick into her. Harold climbed onto Betsy thrust his prick into her moist vagina. She strained against the ropes, which increased her frustration. He moved inside her, while pulling on her tits. Because he had already had two orgasms, he was able to take his time. He moved fast and slow. Betsy was able to release her tension with several orgasms. “I’m cumming!” she yelled. But Harold had no intention of stopping.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he replied. Steve pulled Cindy off the platform. He tied straps around her tits and pulled them around her back. He pulled onto her knees on the floor. “Lift up your cunt, slut, so I can fuck it. I want to fuck you like a horse.” When she did so, he pushed his prick inside. He then used the straps as if they were horse reins. He used a whip on her legs. He slashed at her thighs and back. “I’m going for a ride on you, Cindy.” “Ride my ass,” she said, letting her body climb to another climax.

Bob continued to fuck Donna. Like the other men, he was in no hurry to cum. Donna almost lost consciousness from the pleasure surging from her pussy. She lost count of the number of orgasms she was able to hit, due to Bob’s fucking. Soon the whole room was filled wailing women yelling, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Hard. Hard.” and the slaps of body hitting body. Tom was the first to feel his prick bust its cum. He filled Amy’s tight ass with burning hot liquid. He grunted as he pounded home his last squirts. Amy was overcome by her passion, and was almost exhausted. Harold yelled, “Betsy, I am going to cum in your wonderful pussy.” “Yes! Yes!” she exclaimed, her body wracking with pleasure. Harold did not have as strong an orgasm as before, but it was even more satisfying. Steve grunted as he savagely banged Cindy’s pussy. He could think of nothing but releasing into her. He pulled her to him, using the straps to control her. He almost choked her as he pushed his prick has hard as he could. His prick erupted like a volcano. It sent electric shocks through his body, as his semen flowed like lava. He remained inside her until he was sure he was empty.

Bob was the last to make it. He wanted it to last with Donna, but he finally lost control, especially since she was finished. He closed his eyes and let himself wallow in the pleasure of his ejaculation. The men pulled slowly pulled out of their sluts. They lay there for several minutes. Then, they released the women from their ropes, and Tom removed the bar in Amy’s vagina. The women were too tired to move. Suddenly, the lights got brighter. Monica entered and pulled her sluts to their feet. She offered them something to drink. She removed the straps, belts and bracelets. She gave each slut a brief robe, which was their usual dress around the brothel. She said to the sluts, “You all did very well. I know you gave and achieved maximum pleasure. Now go to your room, shower, and relax. I will talk to you tomorrow.”

The tired sluts smiled weakly. They completely agreed with Monica. They quietly left the orgy room. She said to the men, “Thank you for having your orgy with us. If you want to use any of the sluts again, please let me know. Please keep our brothel in mind for all your future orgy and sex needs.” Harold was not allowed to give more to the sluts themselves, but he gave Monica a generous tip. The men were still covered with sweat and cum They rapidly showed and dressed. Bob said, “Thank you, Harold, for inviting me. That was the best sex I’ve had in a long time.” Tom added, “Yes thanks. That Amy was terrific. I want do it again, soon.” Steve said, “Yes. Donna was good, but I don’t want do it again. I realized that I like playthings, but not sluts. They bring out the sadist in me.” “I don’t mind the sadist in me, as long as my wife doesn’t see it.” added Bob. Harold replied, “To each his own. Anyway, you are all welcome. Any body care to join me for a final beer?” They all agreed.

After the men left, Monica changed out her dominatrix costume and put on an ordinary short sleeve shirt and slacks. She crossed over to the stud side of the brothel. There she found one of her favorite studs, Sven. She visited a stud several times a month, especially after an intense session with the sluts. Sven was waiting for her in his room, wearing tight briefs and the same robe used by he sluts. He said, “How are you, Monica? It’s good to see you again. What can I do for you?” “You know what you can do for me, Sven. I have just watched four of my sluts engaged in kinky sex for over two hours.” “Do you want kinky sex, too.” “No. It does not have to be kinky, at least not this time.” “What do you want me to do?” “Undress me, Sven.” He pulled off her shirt and undid her slacks. She pulled on him to embrace him. She tossed his robe on the bed. “Undo my bra and panties,” she said. She turned around so he could unhook her bra. He fondled her breasts, squeezing them gently. Then he sat on the bed to he could pull her panties to the floor. “Your panties are damp from that kinky sex, Monica.”

She turned to face him, pushing her pussy to his mouth. “Make me even damper, ” she said. Sven pushed in lips onto her slit. She opened her legs to give him more room. He used his tongue on her clitoris. “That feels so good, Sven, ” she sighed. She let him explore her pussy until she was very excited. Then she pulled away and lay on the bed. She pulled him to her body, rubbing his back and arms. “Do you want me to remove my shorts?” he asked. “Let me do it.” she said. She yanked his briefs down to his ankles, and then tossed them to the floor. His prick immediately responded in anticipation of what was to follow. She sighed when she saw his penis. Like most studs, Sven was considerably larger than an average man. “Fuck me, Sven.” “Do you want to turn over?” “No. Fuck me the old fashioned way.” Climbed on top of her and easily inserted his oversized prick into her moist pussy. He slowly drove it all the way in, giving her some time to accommodate herself. “Fill me all the way,” she urged. Sven moved in her slowly, giving her time to build up to a peak. But Monica was already so excited, she was soaring almost immediately. She thrust her body at him, and then put her legs on his back. She used them to pull him into her. “Fuck me. Make me cum.” she urged. He thrashed at her pussy. She started to scratch his back with her nails with passion. Soon several waves of passion crashed over her body like surf in a storm. She was crying.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sven asked. “No please don’t stop. Fuck me harder.” Sven was able to control his ejaculation. He continued pulsing into she released another storm of ecstasy. “More! More!” she yelled. Sven pounded her. He grabbed her tits like rubber balls. She screamed, “Fuck! Fuck!” As the orgasmic fury surged over her.
Finally, she was able to let the fury abate. “Finish me, Sven.” He took that as a cue to release himself. He moved rapidly until his semen poured into her. When she felt the surging liquid, she let another final convulsion roar through her loins. Sven relaxed inside her. “Do you want me to pull out, now?” “Yes, Sven that was terrific, but that will be all for now.” She lay next to him, resting. She almost fell asleep. “How do you feel?” he asked. “Very good. Very good, indeed. Thank you.” “Your are very welcome.”

For Sven, a satisfied customer was more important than his own physical pleasure. After a few minutes of just lying in each other’s arms, Sven asked, “Monica, what do you want to do now?” She yawned. “Just take a shower, go home, and go to bed.” “Do you want me to take a shower with you?” “If you want, but don’t touch me.” “Why not?” “My pussy is a tiny bit sore from the drilling you just gave me.” “Don’t your sluts get hammered worse?” “Sometimes. But they’re used to it, and most of our clients don’t have a schlong as big as yours.” “Is it worse than normal?” “No. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” She used the shower in his apartment. He joined her while she soaped herself off, but did not touch her. When they were finished, she gave him a big embrace. She then quickly dried her self off, and dressed. “So long until next time, Sven.” “Until next time, Monica.” She gave him a light peck on the cheek and then summoned her robot car to take her home.

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You may think me a kinky girl; I guess I am. I love it when a man takes control and I love hot sex with strong forceful lovers. I am on the verge of exploring my dark side and the editor has asked my to share my adventures with you over time.

I should say I met the Sex3 editor a few years ago on his trip to Moscow. I was working in a bar that catered to western men, a way to earn money in bad times. I learned English and my friend, the editor asked me to post here.

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