Thursday, October 21, 2010
Back to University ...
Amelia has been in Vegas for a few days now and is ready to get out and make some new friends. It's her first day in class where she is studying journalism at unlv. Her roomy has briefed her on how to live the Vegas life and one of the rules is never to leave the house without looking hot! So maybe skin tight leather pants and an off the shoulder shirt is too much for school but first impressions are important. Lexy pulls up into the parking Lott and wishes Amelia luck for her first day. She hands Amelia a black leather bound journal and says " this my friend is where the fun begins!" I just picked it up from the people across the street at a garage sale. Amelia accepts the gift and promises she will never document anything boring! She hugs her friend and walks across to the office in her Michael kors multiple strap python ankle boots. Within the hour she has checked into class and takes a seat at the back to enable her a good view of the people she has to spend this semester with. She's delighted that her small group of fellow students seem to be between the ages of 26 and 40. The teacher enters the room and introduces herself as miss Bailey. Amelia looks up and pulls her long brown hair away from her face. Miss Bailey has a husky deep voice and although she dresses like a politician she has the body and face of a high end stripper. She is tall with long blond hair and crystal clear blue eyes. The next ten minutes are a blur. Amelia can hear the sound of her new teachers voice but she's not registering any of the words miss Bailey is saying. She is mesmerised by the movements of this ladies full pouted red stained pair of lips gently releasing from each other whilst she is giving a speech. Amelia comes back to reality and finds the teacher standing alongside her desk asking her to introduce herself to the class. Amelia stands up and is immediately embarrassed as she notices her off the shoulder shirt has slipped over her silk bra and is revealing the tip of her left voluptuous breast. She straightens herself up and gives the class her name. She explains to them that she is interested in writing erotica and enjoys meeting new people and experiencing exciting opportunities which is why she has moved to Vegas. Miss Bailey is looking deep into her eyes and asks Amelia to stay after class to collect some useful documents.
Amelia takes a seat back at her desk and starts to clock watch urging the minutes to tick by faster as she awaits some alone time with her new tutor. She opens the leather bound book which her roomy had given her and notices there are pages of writing filled in it. Scanning the pages sexual words are flashing before her, erect, labia, lubricated. It's clear that whoever owned this journal previously enjoyed noting their sex life. But was it written from experience or fantasies? The sun is shining through the window and pounding onto the back of Amelia's neck, she becomes aware of the warm leather material from her pants clinging to her bare pussy which is now slightly wet from the excitement of the book that lays before her. She glances up at her teacher and flings her hair back, pouting her lips and catching her eye. Amelia then looks miss Bailey up and down slowly not missing an inch of her body. Miss Bailey glances at the clock and smiles. She dismisses the class and Amelia heads to the front to take a seat closer to her tutors desk. Amelia bends down to collect her purse from the floor and imagines for a split second that her leather pants clinging to her tight arse would rip and enable easy entry for miss Bailey to slowly touch her bare skin from behind and force two fingers into the opening of her welcoming vagina. Again she takes a look at the smouldering beauty and sits on her seat. Miss Bailey and Amelia make small talk and it becomes apparent that the teacher goes by the first of sandy. Sandy pulls up a chair and puts a neatly manicured hand on Amelia's thigh and asks her to read a section from her journal. Too embarrassed to decline and seem unprepared for the semester Amelia opens the journal , turns towards her teacher and starts to read a random paragraph.
" Her jet black hair glistened in the light and I stared straight into her eyes willing for her to notice me. I wanted so badly to touch her, smell her and taste her.
The sound of miss whites voice as she spoke to the crowd echoed through me and as the people applauded I gently tapped on my thigh with a soft hand sending vibrations up my leg and under my dress bouncing off of my bare naked pussy. As her heavenly voice filled the microphone I closed my eyes and sensed my lips urging themselves apart wanting to let my wetness flow freely"
Sandy slides her hand underneath her students top and urges Amelia to continue reading whilst she takes a grope of her firm breast and slowly teases her hardened nipple. Amelia's body is aching for more attention from miss Bailey so she continues on.
" Her sweet vocals were belting through the halls I turned to take a glance at her man. He was also mesmerized by his wife. I imagined them making love and the lady humming seductive melodies whilst he was fucking her, entering her gently as she sung and pumping her harder until she screamed."
Sandy takes the book from Amelia and places it on the table. She lifts her skirt and straddles the brunette grinding her hips and kissing the students neck whilst lowering her pelvis towards Amelia's lady area. The two ladies are kissing like crazy and their womanly hands are wandering everywhere, over each others curves, through each others hair and in between garments. Miss Bailey unhooks the button on Amelia's leather pants and reaches for her vagina. It feels warm and her labia is beckoning to be rubbed. Her clitoris is prominent and as Sandy's finger slips into Amelia's hole she feels her students body tighten. Amelia is thrusting on Sandy's finger , breathing deeply and moaning quietly she grips the bottom of the chair and .........
To be continued ............. ; )
Amelia takes a seat back at her desk and starts to clock watch urging the minutes to tick by faster as she awaits some alone time with her new tutor. She opens the leather bound book which her roomy had given her and notices there are pages of writing filled in it. Scanning the pages sexual words are flashing before her, erect, labia, lubricated. It's clear that whoever owned this journal previously enjoyed noting their sex life. But was it written from experience or fantasies? The sun is shining through the window and pounding onto the back of Amelia's neck, she becomes aware of the warm leather material from her pants clinging to her bare pussy which is now slightly wet from the excitement of the book that lays before her. She glances up at her teacher and flings her hair back, pouting her lips and catching her eye. Amelia then looks miss Bailey up and down slowly not missing an inch of her body. Miss Bailey glances at the clock and smiles. She dismisses the class and Amelia heads to the front to take a seat closer to her tutors desk. Amelia bends down to collect her purse from the floor and imagines for a split second that her leather pants clinging to her tight arse would rip and enable easy entry for miss Bailey to slowly touch her bare skin from behind and force two fingers into the opening of her welcoming vagina. Again she takes a look at the smouldering beauty and sits on her seat. Miss Bailey and Amelia make small talk and it becomes apparent that the teacher goes by the first of sandy. Sandy pulls up a chair and puts a neatly manicured hand on Amelia's thigh and asks her to read a section from her journal. Too embarrassed to decline and seem unprepared for the semester Amelia opens the journal , turns towards her teacher and starts to read a random paragraph.
" Her jet black hair glistened in the light and I stared straight into her eyes willing for her to notice me. I wanted so badly to touch her, smell her and taste her.
The sound of miss whites voice as she spoke to the crowd echoed through me and as the people applauded I gently tapped on my thigh with a soft hand sending vibrations up my leg and under my dress bouncing off of my bare naked pussy. As her heavenly voice filled the microphone I closed my eyes and sensed my lips urging themselves apart wanting to let my wetness flow freely"
Sandy slides her hand underneath her students top and urges Amelia to continue reading whilst she takes a grope of her firm breast and slowly teases her hardened nipple. Amelia's body is aching for more attention from miss Bailey so she continues on.
" Her sweet vocals were belting through the halls I turned to take a glance at her man. He was also mesmerized by his wife. I imagined them making love and the lady humming seductive melodies whilst he was fucking her, entering her gently as she sung and pumping her harder until she screamed."
Sandy takes the book from Amelia and places it on the table. She lifts her skirt and straddles the brunette grinding her hips and kissing the students neck whilst lowering her pelvis towards Amelia's lady area. The two ladies are kissing like crazy and their womanly hands are wandering everywhere, over each others curves, through each others hair and in between garments. Miss Bailey unhooks the button on Amelia's leather pants and reaches for her vagina. It feels warm and her labia is beckoning to be rubbed. Her clitoris is prominent and as Sandy's finger slips into Amelia's hole she feels her students body tighten. Amelia is thrusting on Sandy's finger , breathing deeply and moaning quietly she grips the bottom of the chair and .........
To be continued ............. ; )
Monday, September 6, 2010
Miss White
The theatre was dimly lit with small candles burning at every table, their flames flickering and swaying as people were rushing by ready to take their seats and experience the angelic voice of the artist that was about to perform this evening.It was warm in here and I couldn't quite decide whether it was from the temperature of the venue or if it was because I was so eager to catch another glimpse of the mysterious singer I had laid my eyes on earlier that evening. Either way I was feeling hot under my figure hugging dress that was clinging to my womanly curves. Being a young lady alone I was lucky enough to be appointed with an amazing view of the stage. As I sipped on my beer from it's glass neck an aroma from a high quality cigar filled the air and it's trail of smoke led my eyes to a well dressed gentleman with thick white hair swigging on a large tumbler of scotch which was almost certainly fine and mature. Judging from the conversations that were taking place behind me this was the ladies husband.The band came on stage and silence fell as the crowd eagerly awaited for the beautiful goddess to grace the room. I saw her again. Miss white was wearing black leather trousers which fit perfectly on her tight apple bottom and a comfy but smart tight tee that smoldered her voluptuous breasts hungrily. Her jet black hair glistened in the light and I stared straight into her eyes willing for her to notice me. I wanted so badly to touch her, smell her and taste her.The sound of miss whites voice as she spoke to the crowd echoed through me and as the people applauded I gently tapped on my thigh with a soft hand sending vibrations up my leg and under my dress bouncing off of my bare naked pussy. As her heavenly voice filled the microphone I closed my eyes and sensed my lips urging themselves apart wanting to let my wetness flow freely. But I had to concentrate and come back to reality, I wanted to enjoy her for as long as i could.Her sweet vocals were belting through the halls I turned to take a glance at her man. He was also mesmerized by his wife. I imagined them making love and the lady humming seductive melodies whilst he was fucking her, entering her gently as she sung and pumping her harder until she screamed. He was letting nobody distract him and he's eyes did not move from the same spot. Maybe he was deciding how he was going to remove the leather trousers from her shapely legs after the performance. I too thought how I would do it and imagined myself taking them from her thighs with my teeth and tasting the leather. Would her mound be hairy or shaven? And how wet would she become at the feel of another woman's lips on her lady bits.?Finally as she opened her mouth to sing another note she made eye contact with me. I smiled. And the sight of miss whites glistening tongue made me want her more and more. I wanted her to eat me until my cunt was sopping wet from my love juices. I again stopped daydreaming and realised my hand had slipped under my skirt and up my toned thigh. I tensed my muscles as I took a quick gaze around the room to make sure nobody had seen me. Luckily the table was covering my voyeurism but I noticed Mr white too had a bulge in his trousers. Surely he was reading my mind and taking in the view of his stunning soul mate that was being adored by fans before him. I removed my hand from underneath the table and gently caressed the inside of my neck. It was time for the singers last song and again I noticed my other hand had strayed underneath my skirt.only this time i was using my fingers to tease my hard clitoris. I knew they had both clocked me and hoped for an invite backstage after the show. I did not want to bring my self to orgasm, I just wanted to play and prepare myself. The show ended and Mr white sent another alcoholic beverage to my table. I thanked him with eye contact and a smile and blushed when he winked at me back. As I took a gulp from my fresh drink he rose from his chair and started to approach me..........To be continued
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The latex dress
I hurried back to my room and took a shower. Covering my lady bits in foam I shaved off every single pube leaving myself with a smooth hairless cunt. I blowdried and curled my hair and covered my eyes in thick black make up. I looked like a different woman from earlier that day and was ready to get down and dirty as bad ass whore who was curiously addicted to anything or anyone attached to latex.
As I waited for the elevator down to the dining room I noticed a sign on one of the hotel room doors across from where I was staying. It read “ enter to be pleasured”. Should I go there now or wait until later? The ping of the lift distracted me from my thoughts and I entered. And then I exited before pressing any buttons. I knocked on room 608 and opened the door. I saw a familiar face standing by the window. It was the lady who sold me the dress. She too looked entirely different. Her skin was pale and she was dressed in nothing apart from a pair of leather shoes and long shiny latex gloves that covered her arms. Her name was Alexis. Alexis greeted me and complimented my outfit. She led me to a chair by the bed and told me to take a seat. We both took a shot of whisky and I heaved as I felt the burning sensation of the poisoned liquid in my throat. It certainly helped though.
Alexis stood above me and positioned her legs either side of my thigh. I could feel myself perspirating from the clingy rubber attached to my skin and swept a single hand over my brow.
She took hold of the nape of my neck and with her other hand traced a rubber finger from my cleavage slowly tracing over my midriff and down to the hem of the latex dress. Rubber catching rubber and jolting on the journey to my awaiting sopping pussy. The sound of latex rubbing latex caused me to let my juices flow away from my vagina and the ladies latex covered finger mopped it up and put it to my lips for a taste. I took the shiny digit into my mouth and feasted on the taste of my sweet sex juice mixed with rubber. I grabbed hold of either side of the dress and peeled it from my hips exposing my bare mound and enabling myself to open my thighs and feel the cool air on my legs. Alexis took a step back and took in the view of what was sat before her. She asked to be excused and entered the bathroom.
As she returned Alexis had strapped a bright blue rubber dildo around her waist and told me she was going to fuck me hard in the ............................................
To be continued
As I waited for the elevator down to the dining room I noticed a sign on one of the hotel room doors across from where I was staying. It read “ enter to be pleasured”. Should I go there now or wait until later? The ping of the lift distracted me from my thoughts and I entered. And then I exited before pressing any buttons. I knocked on room 608 and opened the door. I saw a familiar face standing by the window. It was the lady who sold me the dress. She too looked entirely different. Her skin was pale and she was dressed in nothing apart from a pair of leather shoes and long shiny latex gloves that covered her arms. Her name was Alexis. Alexis greeted me and complimented my outfit. She led me to a chair by the bed and told me to take a seat. We both took a shot of whisky and I heaved as I felt the burning sensation of the poisoned liquid in my throat. It certainly helped though.
Alexis stood above me and positioned her legs either side of my thigh. I could feel myself perspirating from the clingy rubber attached to my skin and swept a single hand over my brow.
She took hold of the nape of my neck and with her other hand traced a rubber finger from my cleavage slowly tracing over my midriff and down to the hem of the latex dress. Rubber catching rubber and jolting on the journey to my awaiting sopping pussy. The sound of latex rubbing latex caused me to let my juices flow away from my vagina and the ladies latex covered finger mopped it up and put it to my lips for a taste. I took the shiny digit into my mouth and feasted on the taste of my sweet sex juice mixed with rubber. I grabbed hold of either side of the dress and peeled it from my hips exposing my bare mound and enabling myself to open my thighs and feel the cool air on my legs. Alexis took a step back and took in the view of what was sat before her. She asked to be excused and entered the bathroom.
As she returned Alexis had strapped a bright blue rubber dildo around her waist and told me she was going to fuck me hard in the ............................................
To be continued
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A new york minute
Miss Marie was feeling romantic and decided to exit the park in search of some inspiration. She found herself wandering the busy streets that echoed car horns through passages of tall skyscrapers. Crossing 41st street she noticed the library in front of her and decided to enter and see what could be discovered inside. The architecture was stunning and books of different choices filled the halls. The silence was golden compared to the hustle and bustle outside and to endeavour a New York minute in here was extremely relaxing. Marie felt the coolness blast her face instantly as she trailed through the halls of this periodic fortress. She savoured the dusky smell of old books and stone walls and trailed her fingers across shiny plaques nailed to the supporting frames with famous quotes embedded into them. Marie stopped to read them and was engrossed in the fine literature when she was suddenly startled by a voice behind her. She spun around and came face to face with an assistant whom in Maries opinion was standing just a little too close. The assistant had unruly brown ringlets that clumsily framed her face and neck and her cocoa coloured skin glowed, seemingly reradiating the light that shone through the the library’s windows. Her face was unblemished and unpainted, free of all the traps and trimmings of a modern New Yorker female. The assistant mirrored Marries stare as they both checked out each other’s bodies and smiled coyly at each other. Marie kindly asked if she could be pointed in the direction of some erotic literature and the assistant lead her to the desired destination. She thanked the librarian and watched her leave.
Marie rustled through different books, hardbacks, paperbacks both small and large and became obsessed with all the dirty words and pictures that were filling her mind. She sat on the floor and produced a rather large mountain of material that had to be studied. She read about voyeurism, swingers, bisexuals and just seeing the print on the paper made her feel moist in her underwear. Pictures of beautiful women wearing expensive, classy stockings without lingerie appeared before her eyes and she envisaged the librarian once again. Marie had yet to experience a woman sexually, she was hungry for the taste of another female’s pussy juice now and needed to attract the assistant’s attention before she left the building. Would she be interested? From the way their eyes met Marie knew they were attracted to each other and decided this unplanned trip to the library could make a lonely evening eventful. Marie thanked her new lady friend on the way out and slipped her a business card containing Marie’s cell number. They smiled at each other once more and Marie knew instantly that she would not be spending the 4th July celebrations alone.
Marie arrived back at her appartment overlooking the harbour and poured herself a large glass of wine. Her cell beeped and 3 saucy text messages and 90 minutes later................
Saskia stood before Marie wearing a silver pure silk knee length dress that sat perfectly over her small pert mounds. She looked beautiful with long eyelashes and a sweep of nude gloss over her lips. Marie was mesmerised by this figure of beauty and wanted to explore her body and compare her womanly features. She offered saskia a glass of wine and they made small talk for a while. The music from the harbour outside kept them entertained and they shared stories about previous relationships and failed dates. They laughed alot together and Marie felt a growing bond between the two women. As saskia approached the the balcony Marie followed her from behind and decided to make the first move. She swept saskias hair from her shoulder and kissed her neck softly. Saskia did not turn around but placed a hand on the side of Maries thigh. They both liked what was happening and were desperate to tear each other’s clothes off and taste one another. Marie lifted the straps from saskias shoulders and the librarians dress slipped passed her boobs and fell straight to the floor. She was presented in full now. Naked in front of Maries eyes. Saskias body was perfect, her toned back and peachy shaped bottom looked very appetising. Marie traced her finger down her friend’s spine and between the ladies arse cheeks. She could lead her finger to saskias wet hole but passed it and spread the lubricant of her wetness over her clit. Saskia obviously felt horny by this and pushed her arse towards Marie whilst stabling herself on the balcony railing. Marie closed her eyes and had a good feel around with her soft fingers. The flaps were tidy and petite and her her vagina lips were swollen which meant she would be eager to gush her cum all over Maries hand. Marie wanted to satisfy her new friend and lost her fingers inside saskias opening. She thrust them in and out slowly whilst the librarian grinded against them , sliding her cunt rhymitacally up and down. The librarian beckoned to receive a harder pumping so Marie .................
To be continued
Marie rustled through different books, hardbacks, paperbacks both small and large and became obsessed with all the dirty words and pictures that were filling her mind. She sat on the floor and produced a rather large mountain of material that had to be studied. She read about voyeurism, swingers, bisexuals and just seeing the print on the paper made her feel moist in her underwear. Pictures of beautiful women wearing expensive, classy stockings without lingerie appeared before her eyes and she envisaged the librarian once again. Marie had yet to experience a woman sexually, she was hungry for the taste of another female’s pussy juice now and needed to attract the assistant’s attention before she left the building. Would she be interested? From the way their eyes met Marie knew they were attracted to each other and decided this unplanned trip to the library could make a lonely evening eventful. Marie thanked her new lady friend on the way out and slipped her a business card containing Marie’s cell number. They smiled at each other once more and Marie knew instantly that she would not be spending the 4th July celebrations alone.
Marie arrived back at her appartment overlooking the harbour and poured herself a large glass of wine. Her cell beeped and 3 saucy text messages and 90 minutes later................
Saskia stood before Marie wearing a silver pure silk knee length dress that sat perfectly over her small pert mounds. She looked beautiful with long eyelashes and a sweep of nude gloss over her lips. Marie was mesmerised by this figure of beauty and wanted to explore her body and compare her womanly features. She offered saskia a glass of wine and they made small talk for a while. The music from the harbour outside kept them entertained and they shared stories about previous relationships and failed dates. They laughed alot together and Marie felt a growing bond between the two women. As saskia approached the the balcony Marie followed her from behind and decided to make the first move. She swept saskias hair from her shoulder and kissed her neck softly. Saskia did not turn around but placed a hand on the side of Maries thigh. They both liked what was happening and were desperate to tear each other’s clothes off and taste one another. Marie lifted the straps from saskias shoulders and the librarians dress slipped passed her boobs and fell straight to the floor. She was presented in full now. Naked in front of Maries eyes. Saskias body was perfect, her toned back and peachy shaped bottom looked very appetising. Marie traced her finger down her friend’s spine and between the ladies arse cheeks. She could lead her finger to saskias wet hole but passed it and spread the lubricant of her wetness over her clit. Saskia obviously felt horny by this and pushed her arse towards Marie whilst stabling herself on the balcony railing. Marie closed her eyes and had a good feel around with her soft fingers. The flaps were tidy and petite and her her vagina lips were swollen which meant she would be eager to gush her cum all over Maries hand. Marie wanted to satisfy her new friend and lost her fingers inside saskias opening. She thrust them in and out slowly whilst the librarian grinded against them , sliding her cunt rhymitacally up and down. The librarian beckoned to receive a harder pumping so Marie .................
To be continued
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