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  She stops his protests with her mouth. Kissing him gently until his yells become moans. Then she guides her nipples to his mouth and tells him to suck her gently removing them suddenly when he nips her. ‘No, Master I’d prefer you to suck them.’ Then she lifts up his T-shirt and she trails her tongue down over his stomach. He is desperate to grab her hair to force her face onto his cock. But she turns her back on him and holds her dripping pussy over his face. ‘Suck on my clit, Master.’ As she kisses the tip of his cock she lowers her clit towards his mouth. She lets out a low grateful moan as his lips close around her swollen clit and she begins to push back his foreskin with her lips. Usually he would be raking his fingers over her body and pushing his fingers into her pussy. But he can’t, he is at her mercy, she is using him. He is desperate to cum inside her pussy not her mouth. But he doubts that he has any control over his own cock even.

  Suddenly she stops sucking him and lifts her pussy off his face. She turns around to face him and stares defiantly straight into his gorgeous eyes as she sinks her pussy down over his thick cock. She pushes down onto him, then places her hands on his chest and lifts her tightening pussy off his cock before pushing back down onto him. He throws his head back moaning that he is going to cum. ‘No, Master, you must wait for me!’ She pinches her nipples and her clit, fucking him faster. He is holding on so hard for her that she can feel his body shaking.

  She feels her pussy begin to spasm as the orgasm she has been held on the edge of for three days begins to surface in her body.

  ‘Now, Master, cum with me NOW!’

  He opens his mouth and yells her name as he pumps into her tight pussy. She scratches her nails over his chest and throws her head back as she cums over his soaking cock.

  Exhausted she falls onto his chest. She wants his arms around her but they are not there. So she turns away from him again and resumes her place as his sub. She laps at his wet cock, cleaning him up. Enjoying his twitching body as his cock begins to stiffen again. She wonders if she should leave him there to play with and tease?

  Probably not … her punishment for this will be harsh enough.

  Show Home

  by Landon Dixon

  When Jen suggested we spend another Saturday house-hunting, I was about as excited as a guy preparing for a colonoscopy. But then the headbangers in the upstairs apartment cranked up the Sex Pistols, and I said, “Let’s go.”

  We drove around checking out houses and vacant lots where there could be houses, using a Homebuyers’ Guide as our map. And by the time we finally pulled up in front of a show home for what was supposed to be a new semi-rural development, it was already late afternoon. The area currently consisted of the two-storey, red-brick show home, a pair of houses next to it, and a whole lot of bald, empty prairie.

  I followed Jen up the flagstone path of the house, not the least bit excited about the development in question, but very excited, as always, by the girl’s wrapped-tight, clenching and unclenching butt cheeks. It’d been eight long hours since I’d sexed it up with the blonde, green-eyed beauty in the hot-pink summer dress, and I was hard as the masonry by the time we walked through the front door of the house.

  An estate agent was lying in wait, and she gave us her spiel as she showed us around the vacant home. Then, when she had to answer the call of her cell, she left Jen and me alone to explore an upstairs bedroom.

  “Oh, look!” Jen yelped, pointing out the window.

  I was looking, all right – at my girl’s firm, handful tits and taut, round bottom, her wicked body showing spectacularly in that thigh-slit shorty dress. I walked over to her, wrapped my loving arms around her waist and squeezed her tight. Then I followed her finger downwards, into the backyard of the house next door, and got a whole new appreciation for the term ‘Neighbourhood Watch’.

  An attractive young couple was getting busy with each other right out there in the sun-drenched open! The guy was on his knees in the newly laid sod, hands gripping the redheaded babe’s ass, face buried in between her long, slender, visibly shaking legs. She was up against the wall of their dream home, one hand riding the guy’s blond head, the other feeling up her big, bronze tits, rolling her jutting, mocha nipples. Bathing suits lay abandoned on the lawn; I guess the lusty pair had intended to go for a dip in their swimming pool to cool off, and never made it.

  They must’ve thought they were hidden from public consumption by the eight-foot-high cedar fence that surrounded their backyard, and I guess they were – from ground-level, at least. But not from where Jen and I were standing and watching, and getting way excited.

  I pressed my steel-hard cock into Jen’s plush derriere as I ogled the sexy scene below, saw the busty redhead’s mouth open and eyes close and body jerk as her lover turned up the tongue-torque on her pussy. I squeezed Jen even tighter, breathing in the girl’s sweet, sweet body spray, feeling her heat. Sexual electricity surged through me, lighting a bulb over my head.

  “Let’s do what they’re doing,” I proposed, brushing Jen’s hair back and kissing her neck, nibbling her cute, little ear. “It’s the neighbourly thing to do.”

  She giggled. I dropped to my knees and shoved up the hem of her dress, grabbed onto her big, bold butt cheeks and licked the cotton crotch of her pink panties, turning them and her wet at the same time. She moaned and spread her legs wider apart, clutched at my hair.

  “He’s really licking her,” she breathed, staring out the window. She fumbled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, cupped one of her boobs and squeezed.

  I tore the girl’s panties apart and speared her exposed sex with my tongue. Her butt cheeks jumped in my hands, and I dug my tongue deeper into her dripping puss, wriggled it around inside her.

  “Yes!” she groaned, legs quivering, working her tits.

  I lapped hungrily at her pussy, hard-licking her from her arsehole to clit over and over.

  “Now he’s finger-fucking her!” Jen squealed.

  I ploughed two digits into my girl’s pussy and sawed away, tonguing her clit as I pumped her.

  “She’s coming! She’s coming!” Jen wailed, her sun-kissed, sweat-dappled body shaking out-of-control as I relentlessly tongued and furiously finger-fucked her to matching orgasm. She came in my mouth, drenching me with her juices.

  Then it was my turn to provide the play-by-play, Jen to act it out. The busty redhead was on her knees in the grass now, her man’s thick cock in her mouth. She slid her cherry lips back and forth on his shaft, expertly blowing him.

  I popped my jeans open and Jen yanked them down. She tugged my stiff-as-a-board prick out of my shorts and stroked it with her hot little hands. Then she popped my mushroomed hood into her warm, wet mouth and started sucking.

  “Fuck!” I groaned, watching the carnal couple next door, watching Jen earnestly bob her blonde head up and down on my pulsing prick. “She’s deep-throating him!” I hollered.

  Jen swallowed my lie, swallowed me, inching her lips down my shaft till her nose was all but buried in my pubes. My legs turned to jelly and my knees buckled, my throbbing cock locked in Jen’s wet, tight mouth and throat. I grabbed her hair for support.

  Then the babe next door suddenly pulled her guy’s greasy rod out of her mouth and cranked it with her hand, jacking him. Her hand became a blur on his slickened pole, and he yelled out and jerked around and sprayed hot cum all over her pretty face and tits.

  I ploughed my raging cock back and forth in my girl’s mouth, going faster and faster. Then my balls tightened and my muscles locked and I blasted sizzling semen straight down Jen’s throat, emptying my balls with such force and length that I almost passed out.

  Someone coughed. I twisted my head around and saw our long-forgotten estate agent standing in the doorway, studying her shoes. Jen and I bought the property directly north of the redhead’s house. Then, when we were driving away, we were surprised to see the agent shaking hands with our soon-to-be new, now fully clothed, neighbours.

  Spying On Audrey
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  by Eva Hore

  I wrote a while back telling you about my neighbour, Audrey, the school teacher, who used my pool when I wasn’t there. Well, I thought I’d fill you in on what’s been happening since. You’ll remember that I took advantage of her, fucking her from behind when she thought I was her boyfriend.

  Well, not long after this, I found myself constantly thinking about her. I knew she was home alone as I’d been watching her house all day, all week for that matter. It was the school holidays and she hadn’t left the house since I’d fucked her.

  That night I saw her bathroom light go on. I ran up my stairs to peek down from the upstairs window. I only caught glimpses of her though, the steam from the shower fogging up the overhead window. My persistence paid off though when I saw her enter her bedroom, clad only in her towel. She didn’t even bother closing the drapes which was strange as she was usually so strict about that sort of thing.

  Running back downstairs I sidled up to my dining room window which was adjacent to her bedroom. She was lying on the bed, still naked, flipping through some magazines. I wondered if they were porn magazines, if she was getting herself in the mood for some masturbating.

  I hoped so.

  The fact that she’d left the drapes open meant to me that she was inviting me in so I thought I’d take the chance and see if the back door was open.

  It was.

  Opening the door and closing it firmly behind me I crept down the passage. Her bedroom door was also ajar. I could hear the rustling of the pages as she flipped them over. As quietly as I could, I inched my way forward until I was at the edge of the doorway. A low buzzing noise confirmed my suspicions. She was using a vibrator to get herself off.

  I licked my lips nervously as I peeked around the door. She was lying in the centre of the bed, her dark hair spilling over the pillow. She was pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy, her hairless pussy. I nearly gasped when I saw it. I wondered if she’d done it for me, if this whole business about leaving the drapes open was to lure me over here.

  I most certainly hoped so.

  I peeked back in. She was running the vibrator over her clit, moaning softly. She needed more than a vibrator. She needed me in there to give her a good fucking. I shucked out of my clothes, standing there naked as my cock throbbed and pulsated, eager to sink into her hot cunt.

  ‘Come on,’ she moaned and I wondered if she was speaking to me, if she knew I was there.

  A peek through the crack in the door and I saw her pulling the hood back from over her clit. She was rubbing furiously, obviously unable to orgasm. Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her rubbing became more focused. I knew it was time to make my presence known.

  Without any hesitation I threw myself between her open thighs and sunk my cock straight in. Her eyes opened wide, for a second only, and then her legs were wrapping themselves around my back, her heels digging into me as she encouraged me along.

  ‘Harder,’ she demanded. ‘Fuck me harder.’

  I slammed into her. Her tits and flesh jiggled all over the place. I lowered my head trying to latch onto a nipple but wasn’t able to. She lifted a breast up towards my eager mouth and I sucked deeply, biting down on the nipple as saliva pooled in my mouth.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ she moaned. ‘Yes, yes.’

  Fuck, she was like a madwoman, kicking into me while her fingers clawed at my chest, raking the nails down to tug at my pubic hair before grabbing painfully at my balls.

  ‘Flip over,’ I demanded.

  She didn’t hesitate. I grabbed hold of her hips and my cock found its way back in easily. Now that she was up on all fours it was easier for me to grab her breasts. I crushed them cruelly, enjoying her screams of pleasure as her arse ground back into me.

  I thrust further forward, slapping at her hips, her thighs. Her juices gushed around my electrified cock as she screamed her release. She went crazy then, grabbing me and throwing me on my back. She straddled me, impaling herself upon my mighty cock.

  Grinding her pussy down hard into my pelvis she bent forward, squashing her breasts against my hairy chest. I ran my hands over her back, her arse, then further over her crack to tantalised her puckered hole. She wiggled against my fingers and I inched on in, then another until I was finger-fucking her arse.

  She came in gallons all over me, her juices pooling down to run over my balls before saturating the bed. Pinching my nipples firmly between her fingers she demanded I come. I was happy to oblige and shot my load high into her pussy.

  We lay there together gasping for breath. She had the stamina of a hundred women and in no time was pulling me off the bed and into her shower, our hands slipping crazily over our lathered skin. Her fingers were cupping my balls, then stroking my cock before she kneeled on the floor, the water washing over her hair and face as she sucked me off.

  Never in my life have I ever been so deliciously fucked. Now whenever I see her drapes open I know it’s time to come over. And, to tell you the truth, in the last month they’ve only been closed once and that was when she had her mother staying over.

  I must say though, her mother’s extremely good-looking for her age and the thought of a threesome is most appealing.

  Who knows, perhaps I’ll be writing to you again.

  Watch On The Danube

  by Donna George Storey

  ‘You’ll never believe what that man just did to that woman over there.’ Pru meant to whisper, but the excitement in her voice seemed to echo through the grand hotel dining room.

  Adam glanced over his shoulder toward the couple at the table by the window, the one with the best view of the river.

  ‘Don’t stare at them,’ Pru hissed, blushing.

  ‘You’re staring at them,’ Adam said, taking another bite of his roll.

  Pru was about to argue that she was only gazing wistfully at the Danube and the couple happened to be in the way, but she didn’t want to cause any more of a scene. She dropped her eyes to her own plate, still a foreign vision in itself with the crusty roll and slices of ham and cheese. It was a typical Central European breakfast, although it would be lunch back home and gave her a stomach ache so early in the morning. Still, Pru believed an enlightened traveller did her best to adapt to local custom.

  ‘So, what did he do?’ Adam asked, still chewing.

  ‘He kissed her hand,’ Pru said in a low voice, feigning interest in her breakfast.

  Adam arched an eyebrow, his ‘yeah, so?’ expression.

  ‘Well, it wasn’t a joke. When that woman walked in to the dining room he stood and took her hand and bowed and kissed it, or let his lips hover an inch away and pretended to kiss it, or whatever they do when they know what they’re doing. Which he obviously does.’

  ‘It’s a castle hotel. Rich, pretentious people stay here. Lucky for us we got an off-season discount.’

  ‘They’re not just rich,’ Pru insisted. ‘This is breeding. She’s probably a baroness. Maybe the last of the Hapsburg line.’

  Adam rolled his eyes. He had a small blob of jam at the corner of his mouth. Pru dabbed at her own mouth with her napkin to alert him, but he was too busy pouring more coffee to notice.

  She resumed her engrossed-in-the-view-of-the-Danube pose so she could study the couple further. They were an unusual pair. The woman was at least forty, painfully slender and pale. By contrast, her jet-black hair was glossy and full, cut elegantly to graze the jaw line. Her wide-set eyes suggested Jackie O. She was not pretty, but there was something about her – centuries of refinement steeped in her bones – that made Pru long to climb into her fine wool suit for a moment to be her.

  The man was obviously several years younger and powerfully built beneath his Armani jacket. He was also very good-looking – blond, sportsman’s tan, chiselled features – and Pru would have described him as L.A. if it weren’t for his flair for kissing ladies’ hands which put him in a very different class altogether.

  The couple leaned toward each other, caught up in th
eir conversation. They spoke in German, but Pru couldn’t catch any of the words she’d memorised from the Berlitz guide. She noticed, too, that after that hand kiss, they never touched.

  Suddenly, the man glanced up – perhaps she had been staring? – and for an instant their gazes locked. That’s exactly how Pru felt, bound fast by his chilly blue eyes. She was accustomed to admiring looks from men, but this was different. His eyes merely passed over her as they might a butter knife or a pot of coffee, an object to be coolly dismissed.

  To her dismay, Pru realised she felt warm and tingly between her legs. But before the warmth reached her cheeks in a blush, the man had looked away.

  Later that morning, Pru and Adam hiked up to the ruins of the medieval fortress where Richard the Lionheart had been held captive on his way back from the Crusades. Pru wanted to linger and contemplate the same view Richard himself had gazed upon 800 years before – the dark blue river snaking through the vineyards and villages of the Wachau – but Adam argued that the best way to honour the king’s memory was to escape back to town for a hearty lunch.

  As Pru followed him grudgingly down the path, she mused that while they got along quite well back home, their first overseas trip was presenting new challenges. Adam’s software engineer’s skills were useful when it came to navigating strange cities and rattling off facts from the guidebook, but he always seemed on edge, even defensive, in spite of his constant jokes about the local customs. He couldn’t see the magic that enchanted her: the history pulsing within castle stones, the ghosts lurking in the moss greens and greys of the late autumn landscape, the breathtaking thrill of watching a man actually kiss a woman’s hand.

  Sometimes she wondered if they’d gone on completely different trips altogether.