Fantasy Fulfilled!

We took the highway early in the morning to our weekend's destination. My slave girl and I in a nice rental car. Our costumes were in the trunk, the fresh coffee was aromatic in the car, and we shared a muffin while Mina drove. My private property...

She was wearing white lacy garters under her pants. I passed my hands along her smooth neck and through hair every once in a while and she would turn around to give me a pleasant smile of deep contentment within...

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way to New York -- the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and then inserted a butt plug -- gliding it against her clit -- nice and smooth while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly... Then kissed her bum and gave her a slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs. They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud. Mina's beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissed me on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.

Our journey continued... and we eventually reached destination. As the doorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn't help but notice him staring at Mina's exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was a funny feeling. I am a woman after all...

The day was turning into late afternoon -- Friday night in New York City. I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached the marbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuously decorated room.

She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressed one another's naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them ... When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orifice primed for my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her open hole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with her sensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas.

When I had had enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded to manacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn't resist awarding her at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat coming out of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, and while drinking I rubbed some on her bare breasts and then tasted the alcohol. A little more spanking, and she was even hotter.

It was time for me to tease her some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit. She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only to arouse me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body was quivering, and then she released a golden shower.

I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. I ordered her to put three fingers into my pussy as she lapped my juices away. I was in Heaven... I called her sweet names. She was my "Candy Teddy, my Sex Kitten, my Slut", whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm was tremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face -- tasting myself.

We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant "thank-you" to my slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautiful Victorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. She thanked me and then expressed that her existence was only for me. That was a great satisfaction for a Mistress.

After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men had admired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianist playing the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.

The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangled bodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met and exchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were also shared our interest in S&M.

That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with our royal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for a Princess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girl going to her Ball Debutante.

When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyone turned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather. However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement.

The whole night we danced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we went to Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it's own way. Many commented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a few others there.

Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love and then fell asleep in each other's arms until the check out time. I woke up earlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she was beautiful...

-Anonymous

Rubber Love Duet

I have always had fantasies of making love to myself with a dildo under the watchful gaze of my husband, yet shyness usually kept me from turning this fantasy into a reality. My husband, Sean, is very sexually open-minded and loves to please women, so I don't know why I would feel so intimidated telling him about my fantasy. Blame it on Catholic guilt, I guess. One evening, however, I steamrolled over my silly sexual repression and got up the nerve to ask my husband to use a dildo on me. I can’t believe I wasted time keeping this fantasy to myself.

Sean has quite a collection of adult magazines, and sometimes when he’s not around I like to take a look. The pictures of the women pleasing themselves with big rubber cocks always got me so wet. Sometimes I would page through the photos as I fingered my own pussy, imagining what it would be like to have a big thick dildo going in and out of myself. I would cum hard. Yet part of me still felt like dildos and vibrators were only for gals who couldn't get the “real thing.”

Finally I gave in to my better judgment and bought two dildos through a mail order company. I picked out a fairly small one, about five inches long and an inch in diameter and a ten inch super-thick cock that looked very lifelike.

One Saturday afternoon, while Sean was out playing softball, I brought out a few of his sexy magazines and the two dildos. As I got myself aroused, I tried out the small one first. It felt very nice and got me over my sex toy guilt, but soon I was hungry for something bigger. So I eased the head of the enormous plastic prick into my wet pussy.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all, and the feeling of being spread really wide open was a total erotic rush. It took a while to be able to fuck myself with the dildo with one hand and rub my clit with the other, but when I finally got the rhythm down, I had one of the most earth-shattering orgasms ever! Luckily, I tucked away the toys and the magazines just as Sean walked in the front door.

I kept my fantasy to myself for quite some time, and actually enjoyed the fact that Sean didn’t know everything about my sexual proclivities. On the other hand, I also fantasized about him watching me get off with the huge dildo. Another favorite head trip was letting him use the dildo on me. I toyed with the idea of telling Sean about my new desire for latex love, but I wasn’t sure if he’d be into it. What if I suggested it to him and he rejected the idea? I'd be devastated and my private jam sessions would be forever tainted.

But in the end I decided to bare my soul (and other parts of my anatomy) one night when Sean and I were watching an X-rated video tape. I was dressed for the occasion—wearing only a pair of sheer pink panties and matching push-up bra. Sean's smooth, slightly muscular body was covered in nothing but his faded blue jeans. We were cuddling on the bed like two teenagers at a drive-in, watching the screen and anticipating the action. The glow of the TV was the only source of light.

We fast-forwarded through the first scene, a rather boring fuck-and-suck scene with two apathetic participants, but stopped on the solo masturbation scene. A gorgeous long-haired blonde with big breasts and nipples that popped out like ripe berries started to masturbate with a jumbo black dildo. Slowly, she sucked on the dildo as if it were a real cock, making it shiny and wet with her saliva. I noticed Sean unzip his jeans and take his cock out and begin to play with it. Then the blonde got on all fours and with her juicy cunt to the camera, began pushing the dildo inside herself. She started moaning as the “cock” slid deeper and deeper into her slit. As the scene got hotter so did Sean's state of sexual arousal. He was rubbing his cock in rhythm with the dildo, as it slipped in and out her slippery pussy.

Meanwhile I was getting incredibly fired up too, so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Does seeing a woman fuck herself like that make you crazy?” Of course the answer was yes.

“Would you ever put on a show like that for me?” He smiled, and put his hand down the front of my panties.

“I’d love to entertain you,” I giggled coyly. Then I put my plan into action. From underneath the bed, I pulled out the ten-incher. Sean’s eyes were suddenly as wide as saucers, as he watched me begin to lick and kiss the enormous love tool. Up on my knees, I clutched the rubber dick with one hand, circling the head of the dick with my tongue, then plunging it into my mouth, swallowing almost the entire shaft. With my other hand I reached down to touch my pulsing clit.

I watched Sean watching me, jacking off his cock very slowly, savoring every moment. He was awed and amazed, and told me how good I looked sucking cock.

"It's like watching you suck another guy’s cock," he said, under his increased heavy breathing.

Deftly, I slipped out of my panties and spread my legs so he could see how aroused I was. I lightly rubbed my pussy, moving the wetness around the soft folds of my lips. Then I turned over on all fours, and gave him a good view. Very slowly I began shoving the sizable cock into my cunt. I sucked in my breath and let it out in short gasps, as I filled myself up, inch by inch.

Looking back over my shoulder, I could see Sean’s rock-hard cock getting a good stroking and tiny beads of sweat beginning to cover his chest.

“Tell me how it feels, baby," Sean ordered.

“It feels so good fuck myself in front of you," I responded in between deep breaths. “I love ramming this dildo in and out of my hot cunt, while you stroke your big cock. It just feels so, so good.”

I flipped over onto my back, so I could be in a more comfortable position and also be able to look directly into Sean’s delighted eyes. I spread my legs as wide as I could and Sean kneeled in between them. Then I reached out for his hand and put it on the base of the dildo.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” I gasped. Obediently and eagerly he took control of the toy and worked it in and out of me.

“Like this?” he asked.

"Faster.”

He fucked me hard and fast with the dildo while I furiously rubbed my clitoris. I could see the voyeuristic enjoyment in his eyes and the physical arousal in his body. And knowing that this dick would stay hard until I came finally sent me over the edge.

I was shaking and writhing uncontrollably, nowhere near recovering from my explosive orgasm, when I felt Sean’s cock slither inside me. He held my arms down on the bed, while he pounded me in a total erotic frenzy. He drove his warm, beautiful tongue into my mouth and kissed me with unbridled passion. Then he ran his tongue down the length of my neck, driving me crazy with his forceful licks and feeding my still-hungry pussy with every taste of his savory cock. I could feel the pressure beginning to creep up my thighs, into my pussy and spread out to every corner of my body.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair as a pink flush spread over his chest, his skin straining over his tense muscles. I knew he was on the verge and so was I. With a cry, he came deep inside me and at the same instant I came all over his cock. We rode out our simultaneous orgasms for what seemed like hours, tumbling through the clouds of ecstasy.

Moments later, he collapsed on top of me and I gently ran my fingernails up and down the length of his back until our breathing finally slowed down.

Resting his head on my chest, he told me how I had just made one of his biggest fantasies come true. "No, no!" I contested. "You made one of my biggest fantasies a reality!" Then I proceeded to tell him the whole story of my secret afternoon dildo adventures. We both laughed at our own reluctance to tell each other about our desires. Now that We’ve let our fantasies out of the Genie bottle, there's no telling when our dreams will stop coming true!

—Lainie Q.

My Dildo!

I like to call myself bisexual because I’m attracted to members of both genders. However, though I’ve had one long-term relationship with a woman, a few casual affairs and some one-night stands, I’m primarily drawn to men. This is undoubtedly due to my fascination for and adoration of the primary male organ—cocks pull me like magnets into their electric orbs. I love sucking them, rolling my tongue around them, and I love having them inside me, throbbing until they explode, filling me with ecstasy. Recently I learned that engaging in sex with women, though, does not necessarily mean doing without cock. The wide array of sex toys available makes it possible not to "throw the baby out with the bath water," so to speak. I had played around with dildos—I've owned one for years—but it was just recently that I discovered the dildo's full potential.

A lot of people are baffled when they hear about lesbians using fake cocks, wondering why, if they want to get fucked, they don't go for the real thing. But loving women emotionally and sexually does not necessarily preclude the desire to be forcefully penetrated. Those who can’t grasp this concept tend to view lesbian sex as a world of soft flesh against some corny backdrop of fields and flowers. The truth is, many lesbians can get downright raunchy. Laurie was that kind of lesbian. She was ten years my junior, and thus a member of a more liberated generation. Dark hair, dark eyes, a compact petite body with gorgeous firm tits, Laurie went after what and who she wanted with a vengeance. I met her in a women’s bar, and, overcome by her open lust for me, took her home. That first night we were all over each other, sucking, touching, bumping and grinding. Laurie was so aggressive I almost felt like I was with a man. She would spread my legs and hump me wildly, sticking her fingers in my cunt and rooting them around so that I felt I was being fully fucked. At one point we paused to rest and she asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"I’ve got a vibrator and a dildo," I told her.

"Let’s see the dick," she said.

I took out my dainty five-inch lavender plastic dildo and shyly presented it to her like a flower. She held it in her hand and regarded it disdainfully. "You call this a dildo? Christ, it looks like something you'd use to stir the soup!"

I was embarrassed. Clearly, I was lacking in some vital sexual knowledge, though I had no idea what that might be. "Tomorrow you come to my house," she said when she left.

The following night found me on Laurie’s doorstep, my heart pounding and my pussy wet and twitching in anticipation tinged with fear. I had visions of some monster-sized fake cock, or maybe some vibrating machinery. Maybe she was into whips and chains. I wasn’t sure I trusted her enough for that kind of scene. What would she do to me? Whatever it was going to be, I knew it would be exciting and my pussy was dripping. She greeted me at the door wearing a low-cut T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. When she grabbed me and held me close, tonguing my mouth, I felt a discernible bulge in her pants. Intrigued, I rubbed my crotch against it, getting myself hot, moaning and groaning and thrusting my tits against hers. After a while Laurie released me and led me to her many~mirrored, candlelit bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently pushed me to my knees, my face in her crotch. Slowly she unzipped her jeans and out popped a seven-inch, totally life-like penis. It had an authentic looking head, a simulated vein, and little ridges all along the shaft.

"Suck my cock," she ordered.

I took the thing in my hands and tentatively licked the head. It tasted a little weird—it was in fact made of silicone—but the visual effect was so real that my taste buds yielded to the more powerful psychological nuances. I took it into my mouth as I would a real cock, bobbing my head up and down, letting the head touch the back of my throat. Laurie wrapped her hands in my hair and humped her pelvis. "Yeah, that’s it, girl. Take it all. Suck my dick."

I licked it all over, oblivious to the strange taste, stroked it lovingly, and gazed up to see her eyes smoldering. Soon she made me take off my clothes and rub her cock between my tits. All the while she watched us in the mirror; every so often I glanced over and saw myself in the classic position, on my knees with a mouthful of cockmeat.

After awhile Laurie removed her clothes, and I saw that the dildo was held by a leather harness wrapped around her hips. I’d never seen this before, and I laughed with delight. Displeased that I’d broken the mood, Laurie began to slap my face with her dick until I was whimpering, my pussy dripping wetter than ever. She laid me across the bed, spread my legs and mounted me. Grasping her dick in her hand, she eased the head into my sopping cunthole. I thrust my hips to get more, but she held back.

"You want it? Huh? You want my cock?"

"Yes,” I gasped. "Please, Please fuck me."

She plunged it in and then slowly slid all the way up to the hilt, shocking and thrilling me at once. I squeezed my pussy muscles around it. Closing my eyes, I swore it felt just like I was being fucked by a man. But when I opened them, there was Laurie, her big tits bobbing over my face as she thrust herself in and out of me. I grabbed hold of a tit and sucked, lifting my legs higher to allow deeper penetration. My cunt unfolded more and more until I was nearly fainting with pleasure.

I was on the verge of cumming when Laurie rolled over and placed me on top of her. I sat up on her cock and bounced up and down, reaching a frenzy of excitement. My tits bobbed, the nipples standing out like bullets, and my hair flowed down my back as I arched my body, straining to take in more and more of her. "Oh yeah," she said approvingly, "look at you go!"

She reached up and squeezed my nipples with her fingers, so hard that they hurt, and then the pain changed to pleasure. I leaned forward and she took my left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it.

Encouraged, I fucked that cock like I’d fucked scores of cocks before. Laurie put her hand on my clit and pressed it steadily, until my whole body began to tremble and shake. My cunt palpitated and I had the biggest, noisiest, most drawn out orgasm of my life. My cunt sucked on that dick for dear life. I was so lost in ecstasy, I didn’t realize that Laurie came at the same moment, her clit stimulated by my weight pressing down upon her. She rolled me over and fucked me good and hard, just the way I like it after I cum, pounding herself into me until I was weak as a goldfish. Afterward we laid side by side, the dildo still inside me, and still, of course, hard as a rock. I was totally awed. Not only could a dildo provide the same pleasure as a cock, there was no problem about maintaining an erection. I saw a whole new world opening up, and felt a rush of exhilaration. This was truly women’s liberation; who needed men?

Well, now, guys, don’t panic. As I came to realize, there are still some things a dildo can’t provide, such as the taste and feel of real flesh, a spurt of hot cum, and a pair of balls (which I love to fondle and suck).

And there are all those other delightful male characteristics, like hairy chests, powerful muscles and the ineffable male energy that drives me wild. My lust for real cock hasn’t diminished a bit; rather, my lust for women has increased now that the possibilities have expanded.

Laurie and I continued seeing each other for several months. At one point we took a trip up to Canada. We were afraid that if our dildo was discovered at customs, it might be confiscated, as pornography regularly is on the border. So we came up with an ingenious solution: we put a doll's head over the top, and dressed the dildo in a doll's frilly dress. Naturally, thereafter we always referred to our cock as “Dolly."

After Laurie and I broke up I went out and got myself a quality dildo and harness, and the next time I took a woman to bed, I "wore the pants." I loved the sensation of fucking a woman senseless, tapping into my own strength and power to please her. I also discovered that some men like being fucked up the ass, and I’ve been able to accommodate them nicely. As I said, the joys of dildos have been liberating to my sexuality, with both men and women. And I’ll continue to roll around in bed with whoever turns me on.

-M. R.

Amateur Night

Not too long ago I decided to have my wife, Marsha, put on an exhibitionist act at the local strip club. Since Marsha is also my slave, she listened intently as I laid out the plans of her act.

The night came a week later, and there were about 20 guys in the audience. Marsha was the third contestant. As she walked onto the stage, she was clad in a floor-length red evening gown that zipped down the front from top to bottom. She had on long white gloves and three-inch high-heel shoes. As she danced around the stage, her long blond hair would flip from back to front and spill down over her shoulders and lovely breasts. She slowly peeled the gloves off and soon begun unzipping the gown, as she moved seductively around the stage. She had to bend all the way down to release the last catch of the zipper, and as it released, she snapped to a full, upright position, letting the gown drop to the floor around her feet. The crown roared approval as she began to glide around the stage, clad now in a red-and-black-lace garter belt, bra, panties. The pale whiteness of her upper thigh stood out in vivid contrast to the tops of her sheer black nylons. The other two contestants had not worn nylons of any kind, and this added feature seemed to turn hte audience on, as their shouts of approval increased.

As the second song began, Marsha knelt down on the stage and asked one of the fellows in the front row to reach behind her so he could unsnap her bra. He put his arms around her, and in a second the bra fell away, exposing Marsha's lovely white 36-inch globes. As the bra hit the floor, Marsha grabbed the man by the ears and pulled his face into her breasts. She let him suck, bite, and lick her luscious tits for quite a while as she began to rub her clit through her sheer lace panties. She then moved from one guy to the next until eight or ten guys in the front row had sampled her wares with their tongues and mouths.

For the third number, Marsha sat on the stage, facing the audience. She leaned back on her arms, lifted her ass, and stuck her legs out spread-eagled into the face of yet another front-row patron. He was literally drooling with expectation as she instructed him to remove her panties. When he had completed this welcome task, Marsha pulled his mouth into her cunt. He eagerly began to lick and suck her box while she leaned back on the stage with her eyes closed, asking the two guys on both sides of him to suck her tits. The crowd was wild as she moaned and squirmed to the triple eating she was now enjoying. Again, Marsha moved from one guy to the next around the front of the stage. I could hardly keep from coming as I watched from the second row.

What a turn-on to look over a complete stranger's shoulders as he wildly eats your wife! Marsha's ass was bouncing up and down to the music, and as I looked around the theatre, I could see newspapers bouncing up and down on at least a dozen laps, as these second- and third-row patrons could only watch for now and beat their meat under their homemade tepees. I must admit that I was one of them and was beginning to wish I had taken a front-row seat. I'll bet as least half of the audience came during that third song. They waited with hand on cock, ready for the next number to start.

As the lights came on for her last scheduled number, Marsha walked onto the stage, carrying a large quilt and a box of dildos and vibrators. She laid down the quilt and positioned herself spread-eagled on it. Still clad in just her garter and nylons, she began to explore her body with her fingers. She pinched and caressed her nipples with one hand as the other slowly traced up and down her inner thighs and along the lips of her beautiful pink slit. Slowly she inserted a finger into her glistening snatch, then two fingers, then three. She reached for a large 12-inch dildo and began licking up and down the side of it. She suck the rubber cock in her mouth with long, slow sucks that matched the rhythm of her finger fucking and the song. The crowd was really going wild as the 12-inch dick disappeared down her throat.

Marsha then played a switch, shoving the enormous tool into her dripping cunt while licking the sweet juices from her fingers. She began to roll around on the quilt while fucking herself into a frenzy. She moved seductively from one position to the next so the entire audience would have a chance to see her shoving that huge cock in and out of her cunt. She began moaning as she pinched her nipples and kept time to the music with her ass. She grabbed for a small mini vibrator and proceeded to lubricate it with her mouth. Then she rolled onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and with one gigantic shove pushed the small vibrator deep into her ass. What a sight she was as she shoved the two tools in and out of her ass and cunt at the same time! As the song came to an end, Marsha had an orgasm like I never seen before, which left her lying exhausted on the floor as the lights went out. From the moaning I heard around me in the audience, I suspect a few of them came also. The crowd started yelling, "More - more, we want Marsha! Bring back Marsha."

Then the MC came on stage and yelled, "Start the music and lock the doors." When the doors had been locked, the music began and Marsha danced into the audience. She started sitting on everybody's lap and stroking the dicks of the guys next to her. You could hear them come as she ground her cunt against their cocks. Soon four of the other five contestants (three of which never did get to dance) came out into the audience and started taking patrons up on the stage as they changed amateur night into audience-participation night. All five girls took on at least five guys each during the next hour. There were threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. I saw one guy come at least three times, and I equalled the same number with three of the other four girls.

The best of the three was a girl named Lynn. Lynn was about five feet two with a slim, neat figure. Her tits were about 34 to 35 and very well shaped. She had long blond hair like Marsha's, but her face was more pronounced due to her high narrow cheekbones. She was ever so slightly cross-eyed, but it added to her school-girlish charm. Anyway, Lynn had been the first contestant of the evening and was now back for as many encores as she could get.

I had just finished with a brown-haired fox named Patty when I looked over on my right and saw Lynn on all fours. She was sucking on one cock while another was hammering at a staggering pace in her cunt. I rested while I watched her lovely tits hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of the fuck. She was nearing her peak when the guy suddenly pulled out of her cunt and squirted his load all over her ass. She started moaning, "Don't stop - don't stop. Oh, please, somebody, fuck me, fuck me!" By this time I had a hard-on again. I moved in behind her, sticking my fingers into her snatch. I fingered her in rhythmic strokes as I spread the come on her ass around her puckered little hole. With no warning, I shoved another finger into her ass as the first finger slipped back into her cunt. She cried, "No, not in the ass, please." But her ass told another story as she shoved it back onto my fingers. With the middle finger in her cunt and my index finger in her ass, I began to move at a faster pace. She matched the rhythm by increasing the pace at which she was sucking the guy in front. I spread some of the extra come from her ass on my dick and moved in close behind her. Again without warning, I pulled my hand away and shoved my seven-inch tool into her ass. She screamed as it forced its way in, but she continued to shove backwards onto it. Her scream died into load moaning as she neared orgasm. She came at the same time as the guy in front, and I was not far behind.

The show had started at 11:00 p.m., and it was 3:00 a.m. when the last of the patrons had left. We ask Lynn and her husband, Mike, if they wanted to come over to the house for a drink or two. They readily accepted. By 1:00 p.m. the next afternoon we had totally drained ourselves. I have never seen Marsha so turned on before. She and Lynn gave us some very vivid and fond memories as they kept us hard by performing lesbian style whenever Mike or I said we were tired.

This was the best fantasy night Marsha has ever given me, and now she and Lynn are regular lovers - only when I allow it, that is. Lynn has now become Mike's slave too, and he and I are now forming plans for their next exhibitionist act. Mike and I can hardly wait!

-submitted by Anonymous