Nocturnal Chat #19

Halloween Fuckery

Imagine this Halloween night that my full mooned ass was ripe and ready for picking. Dressed in bright pumpkin orange pushup bra and thong panties with thigh highs to match. Around my neck, the Pussy Cape of Titillation .

Body covered from head to toe in baby oil, I set out to do my kind of trick or treating at the stroke of midnight, My goody bag full of tricks: double headed dildo, anal lube, clit stimulator, rubber gloves, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and the like.

The first house, " Trick or Treat!"

Naughty housewife replied, "Trick".

I got down on all fours for her and let her dip in the bag of debauchery. She pulled out the anal lube and rubber gloves. For 10 minutes she worked her fingers deep into my sweet hole until I cream her plush velvet carpet. Husband walked in and said, "Nice Trick, but I want my wife's treats".

The second house, "Trick or Treat!"

Dirty old man, "Treat".

He puts on some 70s jazz, drops his drawers and jerks himself off while I dance for him. His geriatric hands alternating between rubbing my girlie parts and pulling ever so hard on his wizened penis. As he sighs and cums on my tits, he says, "What a lovely treat."

The third house, "Trick or Treat!"

Filthy college frat boy with four of his friends, "How about a bit of both?"

These fine young men educated in all the ways of adulterous behavior dumped the remaining contents of my goody bag onto the center of the floor. Handcuffs and blindfold emerged. Hands tied, feet harnessed to bed posts, and eyes shielded from sin, I was taken on sexual journey of a freaky and unusual nature. Each of my holes were explored and terrorized by dicks, dildos, fingers, lips, plugs, tongues, beer bottles, and food of an assorted variety. I came, I cried, I laughed, I gagged, and I came some more.

Hours, days and nights no longer had meaning. At one point there were two dicks in my ass hole, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. It was euphoric. They each moved to the beat of my pulsating pussy drums. My hair was yanked. My ass was slapped swollen. My nipples permanently erect from the pinching.

While I wanted them to stop, I didn't want the pleasure pain to end. I was raw, spent, and dripping with cum all over when the last frat boy dropped his load all over my said, "Thanks Mrs. P, can't wait to do this again next year!"

Nocturnal Chat #17

Sexual Reflections

It had been weeks since she and her lover made that special connection. This time neither she or he would take no for an answer. As he jumped in the shower to freshen up and after she had made sure both kiddies were off to LaLa Land, she slipped on the red silk nightgown he'd bought her weeks before. It lay still in the box and now she had no excuse not to put it on.

The moment she slid the gown over her head and felt the coolness of the silk against her nipples, she felt that familiar heat rise between her thighs. She stood in front of the mirror in front of their bed and marveled at the contrast of her hard nipples against the soft delicate fabric. She ran a brief had along the curves of her breasts, stomach and thighs. It was almost electric. The woman in the mirror smiled as the shower stopped but her hands did not.

The thought of him coming out any second to take advantage of her made her shiver even though it was a warm night. The bathroom door opened, the bedroom door closed, and the ceiling fan was clicked on. Her eyes never left the reflection. She could feel him watching her as her hand continued to explore herself in the mirror. She watched as one hand pinched a nipple while the other lifted a corner of the red gown and slipped a finger in that moist place between her legs. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the butterflies meeting somewhere between her chest and naval, she couldn't. She had to see what pleasure looked like.

She heard his footsteps and then saw him theatrically remove her hand from her breast and kiss the length of her arm all the way to the nape of her neck. She inhaled deeply the fresh smell of soap off his cool body and watched her eyes become small slits as his hand joined hers underneath the gown. His fingers pushing in her fingers making her liquid flow down to both their knuckles, the reflection moaning softly.

His hardness was rubbing matter-of-factly behind her and his breathing was becoming raspy. She pushed back on him ever so slightly to get him to fall on to the bed. Never letting her go, he pulled her down on top of him, using their moist fingers to glide him inside. The instant his warmness met her, she watched as her head flew back in that first moment of sheer blissful contact.

She rode him slowly at first. Head now forward and her focus back on the reflection, she was mesmerized and how the straps of her gown fell on their own off her shoulders and her breasts bounced with the rhythm of their love making. With each orgasm her hands found their way to her hair, pulling heaps of hair off her neck so that he could see the profile of her breasts with each shudder. Rib cage elongated, sweat beading and running down her stomach, and her breath coming in and out in short labored sighs.

The light that danced in her eyes was hypnotizing and she squeezing and pulled him deeper inside of herself. She bucked and arched her back and leaned just enough backwards so that he could pull on her nipples and play with her clit. She felt the undeniable heat of a mastergasm building its way to the top of her skull to the base of her toes and she upped the tempo. She was magnificent. A black beauty riding her stallion. His grip on her tightened letting her know she wasn't alone. The walls of her pussy contracted and sucked every ounce of cum his dick had to offer her. Her hands clasped high above her head now came crashing down to rack his thighs as the climax filled her.

Her hair stuck to random areas surrounding her face, neck, shoulders, and breasts. Her skin radiated this unbelievable afterglow. With her head cocked to one side, she was almost certain she saw her reflection wink just before she turned around to tell her lover, "Thank you."

Nocturnal Chat #13

Working It out - Part One

I thought I was running late for my appointment with the trainer but thankfully she was the one running behind. The gym receptionist told me to warm-up either by taking a walk around the track, riding the bike or elliptical, or stretch until the trainer got there. I opted to warm-up on the bike for a few minutes. I don't know why I made that choice because I usually hate the bike. I can never get comfortable and the seat typically hurts my cooch. Oddly, I was quite comfortable on this particular bike, the seat felt as if it were manufactured just to fit me. I sat up on it real close and pedaled. The friction between the seat and my thighs got my clit to throbbing, so I pedaled faster and faster. I could feel the sweat pooling in my sports bra and I closed my eyes, inhaled, and just when I felt my body start to tense up: my name was called on the P.A. system. Damn. Opened my eyes and went to meet the trainer, but not before I memorized the location of my bike (second row, 5th bike).
The trainer didn't look at all what I expected, over the phone she sounded, well, manly. However, her body was everything I aspired my body to be. She had 10-pack abs, an ass so tight that I silently envisioned trying to stick a finger in without success, toned breasts with these perfectly perky nipples, and her hands (you know I have a thing for hands). Her hands were large (like mine, not freakishly large, but they fit her body), and her nails were manicured with classic white french tips. She introduced herself as Jenn and led me over to the trainer's corner of the gym. Not totally secluded but semi-enclosed. Jenn spent the first few minutes explaining how she was going to work me out with little to no movement which would garnish the desired results.
Our first contact occurred when she asked me to bend at my waist and touch my toes. To show me the correct form she placed on hand on my lower back and the other hand over my abdomen. Her hands were hot but not sweaty. She was close enough for me to smell the cinnamon Altoids she was sucking on.
I shivered.
She asked if I was ok and I played it cool saying I felt a draft. Jenn insisted that she'd get me good and warm in a few minutes. Again, in my head I'm saying, "Yeah, I bet you will".
I shook whatever images out of my mind and focused on my power training. After a half an hour, I was sore and sweaty. "Ready for your cool down? Cuz I'm going to stretch you out".
"Bring it on!" I told her a little bit too enthusiastically.
She had me lay down on my back on the mat and instructed me to lift my right leg. She positioned herself on her knees between my legs with my right leg on her left shoulder. As I pushed, Jenn pushed. First time was brutal, but the second time she was able to get my leg that much closer to me and she let her fingers linger where my thigh branches out to my feminine V. It took my breath away.
"You ok?" She asked.
I nodded my head. Jenn asked me to switch legs and this time her hand rested firmly on my mound with unabashed boldness that made me instantly wet. I'd never been turned on by a woman before and certainly not by a woman in public. The idea of any gym member walking by or another trainer bringing in a client forced me to take a look around. There were dozens of people moving about the gym going about their own daily routines and no one was paying us any mind.
With her hand pressing on my mound, she took her thumb and started to fondle my clit through my sweat pants, all the while my left leg hung on her right shoulder.
"Let me know if I'm hurting you, ok?"
I mumbled an embarrassed, "Um, hm", just as her thumb sunk deeper into my panties. She was pulsing my leg to the rhythm of her hand and I felt myself getting more and more excited. The cum juices were trickling down my backside as she got bolder and bolder, and stuck her thumb in deeper and deeper.
"Just breathe, you're doing fine," she coached me through an orgasm. My eyes were trained on hers, my palms gripping the rubber mat, and my pelvis shifting subtly to meet her probing thumb.
"Hey, Jenn, how's the newbie handling your workout," the gym manager came out of no where leaning over the ledge. From his angle all he would see is my leg on her shoulder, her arm and hand were blocked by her body and my leg.
"She's a trooper, but her muscles are so tight since she hasn't worked out in over a year, you know, new baby and all".
"Why don't you send her down to the sauna? I was just down there and I think there's one open. Let me check."
Jenn began kneading my groin in such a way that it felt as if she were inside of me. I couldn't really enjoy this because she dropped my leg when the manager reappeared with a towel and a key. "Show her where Sauna B is, and here you go, I hope this makes your muscles feel better".
Jenn didn't give me a moment to process what was happening before she led me down the stairs to the locker room across from the saunas. She told me where to lock up my clothes and then I could go into the sauna for as long as I could stand it.
When I came out of the locker sans clothes and just a huge fluffy white towel, Jenn was no where to be found. I let myself into the Sauna B which was small and empty. I switched the sign to say occupied, dropped my towel and laid down on the hot cedar bench. I poured some water onto the coals and let the steam take me away. My hands immediately found their way downtown and tried to reenact Jenn's "training"
I didn't hear her come in. I didn't see her naked body. I didn't realize what was going on until I felt her part my legs and bury her face there...