Hey boys! What’s up? It’s Kitty Karsen here. Earlier today, I had my photographer over to do a photo shoot for my website. This one was supposed to only be me doing a strip tease. As you can tell, it got a lot more interesting than that. My clothes started coming off and I got so wet and horny with the camera watching my every move, checking out all of my tight teen body. Then I stared thinking about all the guys that would be checking out the pictures and watching the video that I got so worked up that I had to take care of myself. I grabbed my dildo from one of it’s hiding places in my dresser and got to work. I pushed as far as it would go into my tight pussy and started to fuck myself with it. I imagined it was a hard cock fucking me, harder and faster. I was so horny that it didn’t take me long to get off. Click here to see the naughty video clips from my afternoon in bed.

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Meet Gretchen. This hot blonde works a regular job in the office and she's driving everyone with a cock mad with lust. Todd got lucky one day and caught her in a hot mood. Oh boy, this chick really got what she deserved. It's as if the load of a dozen horny guys was dumped all over her face. She swallowed some of course.

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When Ksusha has her boyfriend over for a little fun she never expected her best friend to come strolling in during the action. But that is exactly what happens and her boyfriend has the time of his life. Both these eager girls suck him and offer up their tight lil twat to his hard cock!

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Wow there is a lot of natural beauties out there that look good but this amateur really stands out. She has got nice little titties and very pretty pussy. Now if she would just stop teasing and let us see it full on.

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She wanted to locate the best fucker in the state, and she found him. He and his friends were all ready to take her on, but she wanted only the Tyrone ... the best. She'd heard of his reputation and, when he finally rammed his rod up her rear, she knew that no one had been exaggerating!

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It’s been a while since we had the pleasure of looking at this little hottie. Previously we’ve seen her getting busy with Dafney, getting some rock hard dick in her tight little oyster and a full load facial. This time she is as hot as ever. Check out her perky little apples with puffy nipples and watch her spread those gorgeous thighs showing us, once again, that sexy tight pussy.

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This cute teen girl will make you drool all over youself. Her tight young body and hairless pussy are so hot it will make you want to cry. Watch what she does when she wakes up feeling horny.

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Dear Maggie,

Got your e-mail last night and just now found some time to answer you! It’s pretty warm in Chicago today, about 80 degrees F and not a cloud in the sky, unlike London, I’ll bet, with the fog and all!!! Couldn’t believe what you told me about your folks!!! If my dad tried to paddle mom, that would be it, she’d brain him with a frying pan!!! You say your mom really digs getting spanked??? Wow, I can’t imagine wanting to get whacked, I have too many memories of mom tanning my hide when I was growing up, that was enough for me!!! Glad to hear that you and Andy are back together, I’m still seeing Roy, and I have to tell ya, Mags, he’s hung like a horse!!!
He doesn’t act like he’s god’s gift or anything, he’s just so sweet that I love him to death!!! We haven’t gone all the way or anything, but he always sucks my boobs an fingers me!!! Last week my mom questioned me about how far Roy and I had gone, it was so embarrassing!!! After going over the usual birds and the bees stuff, she actually related to me the virtues of oral sex!!! My head was spinning let me tell you, thinking about her sucking daddy, holy shmoly, what a thought!!! I know they “do it”, but thinking of mom on her knees with daddy’s cock in her mouth is a little too much for me!!! Anyway, she is right, sucking is so much safer than intercourse, and you can still feel close to your partner without worrying about pregnancy etc!!! Well, I’m gonna sign off for now, looking forward to your next letter!!!
Bye for now,
Landri

Dear Landri,
It sounds as though your mum really cares about you, I know mine loves me, but she and I could never have the kind of talk you and your mum had!!! Oh, just another tidbit of info on the spanking, here in England it’s almost like a normal part of foreplay!!! I just happened to be going to the loo at three AM, and I heard poppa giving mum some hard ones on her bare bum!!! Believe me, she was loving every second of it, cuz I could hear her moaning, and it wasn’t from the pain!!!{hehehehehehehehe} When I came back out of the loo, the spanking had stopped and poppa was fucking {can I use that word in an e-mail???} mum like there was no tomorrow!!!
I stood in the hallway for five minutes or so getting all worked up listening to mum get the fucking of her life!!! I’d never heard them cum before, but mum acts bloody slutty begging for poppa to give it to her harder!!! After she came, she took daddy into her mouth and sucked him off!!! I practically ran to my room where I wanked myself off in about five seconds!!! You talk about a wet pussy, I was dripping like a hatter!!! I know you think we Brits are a little daft, but
sometimes when I do myself, I’ll take two of those springy clothes pins and clip them to my nipples!!! At first it hurts like the dickens, but the longer I rub my clit the more the pain turns to pleasure, kinda all mixed together, it’s hard to explain, but when I do it that way I cum a gusher!!!
Gotta go now, and you’re right, it is foggy in London town!!
Love ya,
Maggie

Dear Mags,
That clothes pin trick sounded brutal, are you nuts, girl, I much prefer Roy’s warm mouth and lips!!! I hafta tell ya about the other night!!! Roy and I were parked and making out, and he was trying to get my bra off, but couldn’t undo the clasp!!! Men are just so helpless!!! He was getting more and more frustrated and I though he was gonna rip it off me, but finally he begged me to help him!!! I teased him a little, but I was sure glad I took it off for him, cuz he sucked my nipples so hard I had an orgasm without him touching my pussy!!! I didn’t even know I could do that, but it was wonderful, like almost being out of control, kinda self induced, almost like if you cum in your sleep, it just happens, bang, out of the blue!!! That was something, you getting to hear your folks fucking {yes, Virginia, you can use that word in an e-mail!!!}, I’ve never done that, but my dad drives a truck and is gone a lot, and my mom has a vibrator she uses when he’s away, I know, cuz I’ve heard her using it, because I think my mom is very sexual, and needs a lot of orgasms to keep her happy!!! You know how it is late at night when everything is so quiet you can almost hear a pin drop, well, that vibrator sounds almost like a buzzer on an alarm clock at two in the morning!!! One time she had it on for over and hour straight!!! She must have had it inside of her, cuz once I tried it when she was gone, and believe me, two minutes with that little hummer on your clit and it’s over, climax city, baby!!! It’s time for me to go to work, so I’ll seeya!!!
Landri

Dear Landri,
You mum must have had the extra long lasting batteries in her vibe, but let me tell ya, hon, those little plastic shakers can be an absolute life saver!!! I picked one up in Soho last summer and use it at least two or three times a week!!! In fact, it came in a kit with two of them, a bigger one to do your clit and fuck yourself with, and a really small one that you can put inside you and just leave it there!!! Just the other day I put it in just before supper!!! I had a orgasm right at the table with my whole family around, it was hard to just sit there and have this huge explosion going off in your cunt while at the same time passing the pudding to mum!!! My hand was shaking like a leaf but she never even noticed!!! Andy took me to the cinema last week end, and of course I had my little “jewel” in my cunt!!! I kept stiffening up when I’d cum, and the poor dear kept asking me if I was cold or something, and I’d say, no, hon, in fact I’m a little on the warm side!!! In the car afterwards he was begging me to wank him off, but I turned the tables on him and pulled out my big vibe!!! He thought right away he was going to get to use it on my cunt, but I made him take down his trousers and take it up his little bum hole!!! He squealed like a little oinker, but his pecker got really hard and spurted all over with my hummer up his ass!!! I don’t mind getting my bum smacked a little bit, but I’m afraid that I really have a lot of domination in me, and any man that has me will have to pay the price!!! I felt so powerful when I fucked Andy’s ass with my vibe, and seeing him being made to crawl for me, it was heaven!!! When I got home late that night, while slipping up the stairs to my room, I could see a light through the crack in mum’s bedroom!!! I was going to reach in and shut it off, but she was laying on the bed with her vibe stuck inside of her pussy!!! She has big boobs, and had a nipple in her mouth while she fucked herself!!! I still had my little hummer in my pussy, so I got incredibly hot watching mum do herself!!! When she finally got off, I was right there with her, feeling my chest up under

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my sweater, and having a big one in my wet cunt!!! Is that crazy or what, having a simultaneous orgasm with my mum!!! Okay, that’s it for now, this is Maggie signing off, bye!!!

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Shark is just sitting at home relaxing to a naughty magazine and stroking his cock when his straight friend Finn stops by for a visit. Shark hears his buddy come in and hides his cock and grabs his camera because he has a plan! Finn can’t kid himself any more… he likes cock!

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Taste of Love

by

Alicia Night Orchid

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(Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved)

(This story originally appeared at Oysters and Chocolate. It was runner up in their "Hot Tamales" contest of 2006).

We begin with an amuse bouche—a delicate round of seedless watermelon floating in a ginger-shallot cream sauce, surrounded by emerald green cilantro oil. The watermelon round hosts a spoonful of sashimi tuna marinated in soy, ginger, garlic and chili, topped by a pale yellow mango crisp.

Wallace observes that he enjoyed a similar dish earlier in the summer. That sauce, however, was an anis emulsion, which he believes offered better balance. You have to respect Wallace, because he’s eaten everything and carries the paunch to show it.

Camille complains that her mango crisp isn’t really that crisp, having suffered the unfortunate fate of absorbing the tuna’s marinade. She finishes her second glass of champagne and prods Wallace for another. She’s wearing more jewelry than I own, but is unable to hide the look of someone whose age has caught up with her all at once. There’s a looseness to her flesh, as if she’s wearing her wrinkled skin as a body suit. It’s rumored that she once slept with Bill Clinton, or was it Newt Gingrich? Camille can be indelicate, but her palate is unmatched—so long as she remains sober.

It’s Laci’s reaction I’m interested in. I watch as the watermelon melts in her mouth. Her warm brown eyes, set wide apart in a tan, boyish face, flutter sensuously. “They should have sautéed the ginger and shallot in higher-fat butter,” she concludes. “The butter they used caused the shallot to caramelize and burn, overwhelming the delicacy of the dish.”

She’s an ex-chef at a three-star restaurant in Los Angeles and has been food critic for a major east-coast newspaper for the past ten years. Even Wallace is impressed with her observation and his loud harrumph confirms it.

“What do you think, Alana?” Laci turns her whole body toward me in a sweeping motion.

I think she’s the most self-assured woman I’ve ever met. I think her taste is impeccable. I think how wonderful it would be to kiss her, run my tongue across her perfect teeth, smear her red lipstick. It’s hard to resist the urge to lick the smudge of cream sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth.

“What makes the dish is the tuna,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I am. “Let’s face it, this is the most delicious tuna any of us has ever eaten and each cube is as perfectly diced as its sister.”

“No denying the tuna,” Wallace agrees.

Laci smiles condescendingly. We both know I’m a token at the table, the food critic for the local paper, while my table companions are international gourmands with a global following. “This is good tuna,” she admits. “Too bad the sauce overwhelms it.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Camille says, stifling a yawn, “OK, OK, I’m ready to move on. What’s next? Are we having the Sauvignon Blanc or have we decided on that overpriced Pinot Grigio?”

Laci winks at me. “I could probably teach you a thing or two.”

I wish she would and I tell her so.

* * *

For our first course, Camille and I have selected Pacific prawns on a bed of fire-roasted tomato risotto. The shrimp is sweet and tender with a hint of the open sea, the risotto creamy and rich. Fresh peas dot the dish’s surface, varying both the appearance and texture. A pinch of micro-greens adds interest and a surprising burst of flavor.

“Oh my God,” Camille tilts her head back and stares heavenward theatrically.

“It’s wonderful,” I say. “I love the peas. Crunchy on the outside. Like velvet on the inside.”

“The shrimp is perfect. And, there are even bits of lobster in the risotto,” Camille reports to the table. “Delicious, just delicious.”

Wallace and Laci have opted for scallops. A pan-seared cylinder of flesh resides on a bed of sautéed leeks. A beet juice reduction, a dazzling crimson concoction, criss- crosses the plate, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollack painting.

“Yes,” Wallace says. “Very nice.”

Laci nods. “My scallop is slightly overcooked, but otherwise it’s wonderful.”

Camille shoots her a glance. “Ah, yes, but you like it pink on the inside, don’t you?”

Laci smiles naughtily. “I’ve been known to.”

“I remember only too well.”

“Ladies, please,” Wallace intervenes. “It’s more than an old man can contemplate.”

Laci rolls a bite of scallop in the beet reduction, spears a leek round, and offers me a bite. “How do you like it?”

The scallop is like butter from the sea, the beet and leek earthy and sweet. I lick lingering juices from my lips. “Incredible,” I breathe.

Laci downs the rest of it in one bite. “Scallops should quiver on the inside,” she instructs, pointing her fork at me. “Otherwise, this is excellent.”

“Next,” Camille waves for the waiter. “It’s time for something more robust. We need a white burgundy or a chardonnay.”

Wallace fills her glass with the last of the Pinot Grigio. Camille takes a sip and leans near him, her mouth at his ear. She whispers something while looking directly at me. Wallace stifles a chortle, before sliding his arm around her shoulders.

“You are such a vamp,” he tells her, to which she merely nods in agreement.

* * *

Laci and I choose a butternut squash soup for our next course, while Camille and Wallace settle on the field greens salad augmented with poached quail’s egg and lamb’s tongue.

The soup, the color of autumn itself, exudes a tangy aroma of star anise, its texture smooth as the underside of your lover’s tongue. As the soup coats my throat I am sated and filled with longing at the same time. I consider discarding my spoon and drinking from the bowl.

Laci’s lips close around the spoon as if she’s sucking a nipple. She nods approvingly. “Oh, my. Now, that is just right. Simple, elegant, ripe with flavor.”

Under the table, she rests a hand on my knee and shoulders up, as if we are co-conspirators in a grand scheme. “Wouldn’t this be nice in front of a fire? I just had a wood burning fire place installed on my patio, next to the Jacuzzi.”

I blink to a fantasy image of naked flesh, dappled with goose bumps, backlit by a flickering flame. She’s a large woman, not obese, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. I imagine her ass—broad, white, and inviting as an unmade bed.

“Maybe you’d like to try it sometime?” I feel her fingers tighten.

“I’ll bring the wine. You make the soup.”

“Something like that,” she says coyly.

Across from us, Camille and Wallace are increasingly chummy. They’ve linked arms to share a sip of the California chardonnay Camille settled on. They’re laughing heartily at who knows what at this point. Camille quaffs her glass. “Watch out for her my young friend,” she tells me. “When she eats a peach, she doesn’t leave the pit.”
“Camille,” I feign embarrassment.

Laci is undaunted. “How’s the salad, Wallace?” she asks.

“The lambs tongue,” he says thoughtfully, “reminds me of a young man from San Diego.”

“He’s such a whore,” Camille says.

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Wallace replies.

Laci’s touch rides a little higher on my thigh. I adjust the napkin on my lap and stroke the back of her hand with my fingertips.

* * *

Between courses, a dollop of lemon sorbet arrives to cleanse our palates. Someone, Wallace I believe, has ordered a peppery Zinfandel. A white wine leaves me edgy and wanting more, but the Zin warms me, fills me.

Once in high school, before declaring myself a lesbian, I allowed a boy to fuck me in his car, a used Ford Expedition that smelled of leather and cigarettes. As a precaution against any and everything, I was on the pill. Because he was a nice boy, I let him come inside, my legs spread wide, feet straining against the back of the front seat. The feeling of red wine hitting bottom reminds me of the sensation of his warm semen bathing the walls of my pussy.

For their main course, Wallace and Camille enjoy a veal loin swimming in a silky demiglace and accompanied by a parsnip puree and an assortment of wild mushrooms and truffles.

Laci and I have chosen the rack of lamb. The scent of rosemary and garlic rising from the medium-rare chops is like coming home from the woods on a winter’s evening. The pink of the flesh is like the pucker of a lover’s ass.

Wallace raises his glass in a toast. “To the chef.”

“To the chef,” we all repeat.

We watch as he inhales a bite from the tines of his fork. His expression is pure bliss. He chews once, twice, and then rinses it down with another sip of wine. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,”

“Now, who did that remind you of?” Camille asks. “The young man from New York or that married fellow from Boston you seduced last week?”

Wallace shakes his head. “Neither, my dear. More like the tender loins of other boys when I was but a boy myself.”

“Tender loins, my ass.” Camille waves a hand over her dish, inhaling the fragrance of the mushrooms. “Oysters, porcini, chanterelles. Black truffles. It’s fucking sex on a goddamn plate.”

The folds of the oyster mushrooms glisten in the dim light and the entire restaurant is suddenly redolent with the truffles. I can’t look away and Camille reads me for the wanton little slut I am. She offers a taste from across the table.

“Oh, I can’t,” I stammer.

“But, you must,” she says. “Never pass up a chance encounter with a fat, black truffle.”

It’s like eating your lover’s pussy for the third time in the same evening, musky and familiar, and no sooner do the juices release in my mouth than they release in my satin panties. Oh, I’m slippery down there all right, slippery as an oyster in its shell. An oyster ready to be shucked and swallowed whole.

“This lamb,” Laci says, “is outstanding. Domestic for sure, not gamy like the Australian lamb Wallace and I had in Philadelphia last week.”

Her measured tone belies her surreptitious movements under the table. I’m still recovering from the truffles, when her hand takes mine and pulls it deep into the crotch of her wool blend slacks. “What do you think, Alana? Have you tried the lamb yet?”

Wallace and Camille are too engaged in their tenderloins and truffles to pay us any mind. “Not yet,” I manage, barely able to speak.

“You really should,” but when I try to withdraw my hand, she clinches powerful thighs together. “Here, I’ll cut it for you.”

Laci reaches across to my plate and slices a bite of lamb. As she feeds me, her forearm brushes my nipple through the silk of my blouse and she might as well have tweaked my clit. Thankfully, she and I are against a wall, and no one can see my hand caressing the fabric between her legs. She’s wet too. I can tell by the way the fabric glides across her slit.

Her eyes are on fire as she watches me devour the lamb. It’s strong, chewy, filling.

“You two, you two!” Camille snaps her fingers at us. “You can take the girl out of the bedroom,” she confides to Wallace, “but you can’t take the bedroom out of the girl. Look at these two lovebirds.”

I pull my hand away from Laci. “You have such a dirty mind,” I tell Camille.

“You wouldn’t have a clue,” she replies, “but you can find out anytime you want.”

“How’s the lamb?” Wallace asks me, saving the moment.

“Luscious, delectable, scrumptious. All these things and more.”

“You’re drunk to boot,” Camille says and tilts her wine glass in my direction. “Short ball hitter” she concludes contemptuously.

“I’ll bet she can go the distance,” Laci says.

‘But can she take you the distance? That’s the question,” Camille replies pointedly.

“Bitch,” Laci breathes into my ear. “Her, not you.”

* * *

Dessert arrives in a flourish of waiters and plates and decaf. Laci and I share a chocolate chocolate raspberry torte decorated with chocolate Grenache butterfly wings that remind me of freshly shaven labia. Some much fucking chocolate. I want to eat it off of Laci’s breasts. I want to melt it on her belly and drink it as it drips from between her legs.

Camille and Wallace are sharing an old standby, the Crème Brule. Camille feeds it to him as if he were a baby. His face has grown heavier, his voice more gravely over the course of the evening. “The cream," he mumbles between bites. “I love the cream, love it, love it, love it.”

“There, there,” Camille pats his back, rubs his shoulder. “Of course you do, of course you do.”

Laci grips my forearm. “We’re off to the Ladies,” she announces, pulling me after her.

“Sluts,” Camille calls after us. “You’re both sluts.”

It’s late and we’ve overstayed our welcome, even for food critics. The restaurant, including the Ladies, is deserted. Laci kicks open a stall, towing me along. Once inside, she kisses me, gives me a swirl of tongue, before pushing me against one wall and flattening herself against the opposite.

“Show me your breasts,” she demands.

And, of course, there’s no denying her now. I fumble with the buttons of my blouse, the front snap on my bra. My tits spill into my hands, white and firm, but no larger than passion fruits. “Milk them,” she orders me.

How did she know I’d do anything she asks? I squeeze and pull, gently at first, then more aggressively, watching her watch me. Her mouth is a perfect “O,” her eyes glassy. I’m dizzy, floating, suspended like an egg about to be poached.

“Feed them to me,” she breathes into my ear.

I cup a breast in each hand and offer them up, kneading as if I’m making bread. She graces first one nipple, then the other with her mouth. Sharp teeth nibble and nip. “Suck me ‘til I bleed,” I gasp. My ass thumps the toilet wall like a pulsating blender.

She steps away, face flushed. “Show it to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

I lift my skirt, push pantyhose and panties down, step out of one leg. Below the stripe of curly brown hair, I open myself. I’m ripe and red as a blood orange, oozing juice.

“Fuck,” she says. “Turn around.”

I face the wall, panting like a bitch.

”Spread your cheeks. Show me everything.”

I’m beyond any semblance of modesty. This woman owns me. I thrust out my ass, rotating it, beckoning her. I spread myself for her like a cheap whore. She’s down on me that fast, her nose in my butt crack, her tongue in my cunt. While she laps at my opening, I finger my clit.

I feel it building, bubbling like a pot about to boil. “Oh shit,” I’m almost there already, sooner than I want to be.

It’s her clue to withdraw. She leans against the far wall again and wriggles out of slacks and a thong. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs. I love it that she’s natural, bristling with fur. The residue of my own syrup shimmers on her cheeks as my fingers find her groove. She’s so wet, it’s like dipping into a finger bowl.

Inside, her pelvic muscles tug and squeeze at my tentative digit. She pulls away and lifts my nectar-coated fingers to my mouth. “Taste me,” she says.

She’s salty and sweet at the same time, like Junior Mints and popcorn at a movie, and I want more. I drop to my knees, burying my face in the fur, kissing thighs and lips, running a tongue inside her crease. A strong hand on the back of head pulls me closer.

I penetrate her with two fingers, while the flat of my tongue circles her clit. This girl knows what her lover needs. This girl knows how to get her off. She’s rides my fingers, grinds against my face, whimpers out her fuck noises. I flick her fast and light with the tip of my tongue until a sudden sharp intake of air tells me that I’ve got her. Her come starts with a Yes, yes, yes, continues with a long spasm of her belly, and ends with the walls of her cunt rhythmically clinching my fingers.

When she’s seen it home, I nuzzle my way up to her throat. She holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, what a wonderful lover I am. I sink into her arms, those large, firm breasts. She pushes a thigh between my legs and I begin to hump while her hands clinch my ass. I’m beyond lust, in the fuck-drunk zone where the only way out is to come and come and come.

“Oh god, oh god.”

She’s kissing me and I’m grinding against her. Our nipples duel like swords. Our bodies undulate like batter in a blender. And, then I’m there and there and there, my face in her shoulder, my pussy slick and swollen and twitchy against her greasy thigh. When it’s over and she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, she kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. “This is just the beginning,” she whispers.

“I want to crawl inside you.”

“I’ll tell you when.”

* * *

Camille and Wallace have departed by the time we return. The busboys have cleared the table and the head waiter explains that Wallace has paid the tab, courtesy of one of the several periodicals for which he writes.

“Wallace always picks up the tab,” Laci says. She pulls a fifty from her wallet. “Our compliments to the chef.”

We hold hands on our way to the door. “I can’t wait to make you breakfast,” I tell her. Breakfast is something I can do. I’ve had plenty of practice on myself.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Eggs benedict, Bananas Foster, French toast. Anything you like.”

“An omelet with Gruyere cheese and chives works for me.”

“Strong hot coffee.”

“Definitely, and maybe a Danish,” she says.

“Maybe bagels and lox,” I counter.

“With capers, mascarpone, and diced red onion.”

“Definitely.”

Laci smiles and squeezes my hand. She flags a cab by twirling her panties in the air. We both laugh, giddy with the meal, the wine, the sex. I think this woman is going to like me—at least as long as the food lasts.

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Fred had only heard about the “dungeon” through the grapevine, the talk being that boy toys were there to take care of all your
sexual. desires. Well tonight he was going to find out because he had been invited to attend a party at the underground gay sex
parlor by a friend of a friend. He was supposed to meet Pete at a down town bar after work and go from there. At 6:30pm Pete
strolled into O’ Fallon’s and told Fred that they might as well grab a bite to eat because the “dungeon” didn’t really get going until
10:00pm. Dinner consisted of getting acquainted and the usual small talk new friends go through when getting to know one
another. There was an undercurrent of excitement as the clock crept towards ten.

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The “dungeon” was located in a run down warehouse district over by the river, and except for the unusual number of cars, you
would never know that a night club was anywhere to be seen. The entrance was in an alley in back of an old meat packing plant
that led down a steep flight of stairs. At the inside door were two of the biggest bouncers Fred had ever seen. Pete flashed what
appeared to be a laminated pass of some kind and they were allowed to enter a dimly lit room. As Fred’s eyes became adjusted to
the light, he was stunned at what he saw!!! Over half the people were entirely naked, while much of the other half were in various
stages of undress.

At least 90% of the patrons were male with a goodly number being under twenty five. All the waiters were nude with the exception
of leather studded collars around their necks! As he gazed around the room Fred saw many of the men with hardons as they
danced and played with each other. A stage at the far end of the hall had a five piece rock band playing a mix of heavy metal and
hard rock. After a few minutes Pete suggested they go rent one of the lockers and get rid of their clothes. Within minutes they were
wandering through the crowd with bodies rubbing and touching, especially their cocks. Now Fred could see why most everyone
had a boner, it was just a given you could feel up any one you wanted to. A young man with a nine inch hardon asked Fred if he
wanted to suck his dick. He took Fred by his cock and lead him over to an empty table next to the wall and Fred sat down and the
smooth young stud stuck his erection up to his lips. It was intoxicating to say the least! As his mouth slipped over the velvety head,
he felt his own dick begin to throb. After several minutes of hard sucking, Fred felt the huge pecker begin to jerk uncontrollably in
his throat and a huge load of cum was filled his mouth! It was unbelievable!!! With cum dripping down his chin Fred reluctantly
released the softening dick, and the young man thanked Fred and disappeared back into the crowd.

By now Fred was on fire with lust and his own cock was throbbing for relief! A thirty year old woman and her husband wandered
over and asked if the man could blow him. The woman said her husband had never sucked a cock before and wanted to try it, so
Fred motioned the man to go ahead and he took to it like a duck to water! The woman sat down and fingered her own pussy as her
cocksucker husband eagerly sucked and licked Fred’s meat. Fred moaned as he edged closer to his orgasm, and the woman’s
calling her husband a cocksucking pussy only made Fred more excited! Out of nowhere another woman dropped to her knees and
began eating the woman’s hot cunt! The whole oral scene became too much for Fred and he erupted down the throat of this eager
cockhound!!! The woman also came in a smashing cum as she blew her own load into the mouth of her eager cuntlapper! The
woman on the floor was still in need of relief, so the young wife lay on the floor and let the woman settle her cunt right over her
mouth. The woman was totally naked, and she had a large pair of heavy hanging boobs that swayed from side to side as she
ground her pussy into the young wife’s hungry mouth. The cocksucker husband got down next to the woman and took a nipple
into his mouth and sucked on her gently. This was a true tag team affair, with the wife taking care of her pussy, and her husband
doing a number on her big nipples! Since the wife was laying there with her legs wide open and her pussy was so available, Fred
slid between her thighs and stuck his rapidly rising pecker into her hot snatch. She moaned loudly into the cunt of the other
woman, and soon all three of them were on the verge of another orgasm! Fred was now pounding his cock in and out of the tight
cunt of the young wife, and she in turn was getting her face slathered with the juice from the other woman’s dripping cunt. It was
the face rider that erupted first, her loud scream signaling that she was cumming hard in the young wife’s eager mouth. Fred was
now over the edge himself, and his own cum was soon filling the young wife’s pussy full of freshly spent goo. The young wife’s
vagina contracted hard, and wrenched another orgasm out of her wilting body, sapping her of every last bit of energy she had! All
three of them lay together, with twitching cunts and retreating dicks numbed from the series of climaxes they had just gone
through!!!

Later on Pete found Fred at the bar and laughed when he saw how spent his new friend was! On his way home, Fred could only
hope that he would be returning to the “dungeon” soon!

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Boys, check out these pictures I did for Marina Mendoza. They were some of the very first photos I ever took for the website. The photographer came over to just do some “test photos,” however we ended up having so much naughty fun that day and the photos came out so sexy we had to use them for the website. I was wearing just a sweater and jeans, just my street clothes because I thought we were just going to be doing a practice shoot. However, I got into it and my jeans and sweater started coming off. I felt so sexy posing for the camera in just my bra and thong. I felt even more sex when I took off my underwear and showed off all of my curvy teen body. It was my first time every being completely naked in front of the camera. I ended up surprising myself and the photographer when I started to finger myself. It was totally not part of the plan but he wasn't complaining.

Make sure you come check out all of my photos inside my website - Marina Mendoza.

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He fucked her white ass as if doing so would give him eternal youth or something! Fucking Brenda almost always seemed supernatural to him. She was a whore but she knew how to make all the right moves to make his horniness level increase by at least ten-fold!

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Some girls, whether they know it or not, really need to have 2 guys fucking the shit out of them! Melanie's boyfriend happens to think she is one of those girls even if she doesn't know it yet. So they hatch a plot and on one quite Saturday morning they surprise her with two hard cocks and no change to turn it down. They fuck her mouth, her pussy and even her ass with no mercy! Finally blasting both their hot loads of cum all over this surprised slut.

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Valeria is one of those girls that when she comes over to your house goes straight for a snack. I don’t mind at all since I have snacked on this sweet girls pussy more times then I can ever hope to count. This time I decided to let you see how she really is in kind of a behind the scenes thing. This girl wants to constantly be rubbing her pussy and play with her really nice tits. Check it out and she shows off on the couch because she is always so horny!

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At first glance, Lisa looks so sweet and innocent. She really is the girl next door, amateur than she is a porn actress. I was kind of surprised when she answered the ad in the local newspaper for adult models wanted. She was a little nervous when she came into the office, but when she heard about the fucking machines, we knew we had her. She said, she had heard of the website Toolbox Fuckers before and said it looked like fun.

We showed her just how much fun it could be. That afternoon we had her lay on the bed in the studio and set up the fucking machines. We started out gentle at first. But she’s the one that said she wanted more. We turned it up to medium speed. She demanded it harder, faster. We turned it up to full power. She started to moan and squirm.

Come check out all the action at ToolBox Fuckers today. See real girls like Lisa fucked by machines for the very first time.

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