Secret fetish bondage

It all happened on a unusually warm night for December, in
1988. I work for a law office in the Capitola area, as I work on a computer
much of the time I often come in to work in the middle of the night. This
particular night was just one of the many that I spend sitting in my private
office tapping away at the keyboard. I was working on a secret project of
mine when I heard a noise, and it didn’t sound like any I had ever heard
before. I left my office. The atmosphere was quite sinister, I used all my
years of Chuck Norris films to make my way to the source.

I peeked around the last corner and saw quite a sight. Julie, a secretary we
had just had to fire was on her knees carefully sawing the legs of her ex-
boss’s chair. She was cutting carefully so that the first time he sat down it
would break and drop him to the floor with a mighty thump. I cleared my
throat with a carefully measured “Hrumph.” She immediately bolted
upright, quite surprised by my intrusion into her little game of revenge. Continue reading Secret fetish bondage

Hot wife

I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little
over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just
had my 32nd birthday, and Jane’s is in a couple of months.
Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost
everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the community
center. He body is firmer and tighter, now, than it was when I
met her. She is 5’6″, weighs about 110-115, and measures in at
an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes, a great
complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob.
So, when I tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart
go pitter-patter, you know why. Continue reading Hot wife

I Fuck My Own Mouth

I have often wondered whether I am more or less unique in the ability to
suck my own cock, and would be interested in hearing from others with this
ability. The following post is intended both as a description of my own
method and as a primer for those who would like to try.

Here is my method: First, I lie on my back on the bed,
usually with my ass at the bottom edge of the bed so that my
head is just about in the center of the bed. Next, I lift my
legs up and above my head so that my feet are resting fairly
high on the wall behind me and my cock is positioned above my
head several inches away. This much is easy, and any
reasonably flexible person should be able to replicate it. Continue reading I Fuck My Own Mouth

Sex Fantasy Of Lisa

Since I started using this board my biggest fantasy
revolves around Lisa Thomas. I want to meet Lisa on a corner.
She will be dressed like a common whore; wearing a low cut red
top which is cut just above the nipples, and a short , short
dress. She is wearing high heels and her legs are clad in black
fishnet stockings which attach to a black garter belt. she is
wearing crotchless silk panties and a matching sling bra. Her
shapely ass is accented by the shortness of her skirt. She is
attracting the attention of every one who walks by , however,
she stands there acting aloof. As I walk by she reaches out and
grabs my tie and steps out in front of me and gives a sly
smile. Continue reading Sex Fantasy Of Lisa

Swinger Sex Story

Our parties are usually nothing to be laughed at and this one
turned out to be no exception.

We didn’t have as many people as we expected but we did get the ‘core’
group of people together so we had a quality party rather than a quantity
party. On the whole, it was a WONDERFUL occasion. Steve, as usual, brought a
gorgeous woman along to introduce to the crowd.

Shelly was incredibly cute. A little short, 5’4″ or so, and a little
heavy, but, for some reason I was immediately attracted to her. I walked over
to Steve and whispered in his ear Continue reading Swinger Sex Story

Job Interview

Archive-title: Job Interview

It was nearing graduation and soon Rick would have his engineering

degree. He was deep in the job search trying to find something,

anything, in todays poor economy. He thought he was a resonably good

candidate for a job as he had fairly good grades, some experience, was

willing to relocate, and had nothing tying him down. He did not even

have a girlfriend. With all the studying he had to do for engineering

he never had time to date which meant he also had never gotten laid. He

had not even made out with any girls in a long time. The girls where

certainly interested enough in him but he just did not have the time for

them. As the semester was coming to a close the pressures were

lightening up on him and he was beginning to take more notice of the

girls on campus. He would notice girls in class in shorts or short

skirts and fantasize about them in bed at night while jerking off.

Since he had no experience he did not know how to talk to the girls to

get a date.

He was waiting for his interview with some dinky little company he

had never heard of. The wait outside the interview office always made

him nervous and uncomfortable. Finally the door opened and the

interviewer came out to greet him. He was a little surprised. Untill

now all his interviewers had been stuffy old men and women in bland navy

blue suits and no realy distinguishing features. This interviewer was a

little different. She was in her mid to late forties but looked pretty

hot for her age and Chuck had been fantasizing about doing it with an

older lady lately. She had on thin white blouse, a blue mini skirt,

white ankle length tights and blue pumps. She had beutiful long red

hair, fair skin and Chuck could see a considerable amount of soft brown

freckles down her neckline towards her chest inside her blouse.

“This is not what I was expecting, I don’t think a massive hard on

would be a good first impression here!” Chuck thought. The interviewer

introduced herself and told Chuck to come in and have a seat. The

interviewer sat across the desk from him and Chuck figured he was saved

as he could not see most of here body because of the desk. The

interview started off ok but things started getting tougher for Chuck.

not only were the questiones getting more difficult and more personal but

the interviewer leaned back in her chair, kicked her shoes off and put

one leg up on the desk. “Oh great, now she’s flashing her legs at me…

I’ll jusy count the wrinkles on her face, that will save me…. Hmmmm no

wrinkles, I’ll count freckles.”

As his freckle counting moved on down her neck the interviewer

reached up and scratched her shoulder causing her blouse to shift just

enough for Chcuk to get a clear view straight down the cleveage between

two rather large tits. Chuck was starting to sweat and looked away

quickly. As his gaze returned to the interviewer to answer the next

question he saw that her skirt had ridden up and he was getting a

perfect crotch shot right between her legs and to make matters worse

there was a wet spot on her white tights right between her legs.

Chuck froze, words failed him. The interviewr looked at him for a

minute then realized his attention was on something else. She looked

down and saw that his eyes were pinned on the wet spot in her crotch.

She looked at him for a second and as thoughts slipped through her mind

the wet spot began to grow. It turned her on tremendously to realize

that this young college kid was getting hot over her. She looked at

Chuck and pretended not to notice what he was staring at. Instead she

said to him “It’s awful hot in here and we have much more to discuss,

why don’t you take off your jacket and tie and make yourself more

comfortable. Chuck complied and she watched with pleasure as he removed

his jacket and his tie. As he turned around to place his jacket on his

chair she took a good look at his ass and she liked what she saw. As

Chuck sat down he noticed that the wet spot had gotten a lot wetter and

a lot larger. He licked his lips in nervousness. At that point the

interviewer decided what she would do. She had never even considered

such a thing before but she was going to seduce this boy right here in

this office.

She spread her legs as much as she could and then said “Do you like

what you see?” Chuck looked up and thought “oh shit, the jigs up, this

job is history.” “Maybe I can make this easier for you.” she said as

she stood up. She walked around the desk till she was right in front of

him. She reached up under skirt, grabbed her tights and pulled them

down and off. She sat on the edge of the desk and pulled her skirt up

to her waist spreading her legs. Chuck looked down at the first bare

pussy he had ever seen. He had never even bought a dirty magazine in

his life. She took his hand and placed it on her mound. He could not

believe this was happening but he could not resist it either. He bagan

probing his finger around her hairy red pussy till he found her opening.

He slid his finger all the way in her wet hole and slid it in and out a

few times. “would you like to eat me?” she asked. “well, um, I uh, I

mean I never, um…” he tried to respond. “you mean you’ve never eaten

a girl before?” she asked. he looked at her a little embarassed for a

second and she realized “you’ve never done it at all have you?” she

asked. “Well, no” he said. “well I will just have to teach you she

answered.

She pressed his head gently down till his mouth was on her pussy.

He kissed it once, then licked it. It was a little musky but the taste

was better than he expected. He bagan probing deeper and deeper with

his tongue until he tasted her jiuces dripping into his mouth. She

moaned and wiggled on the desk for a while holding his head against her

crotch.

After a few minutes she stood back up, dropped her skirt, removed

her shirt and bra and stood before him totaly naked. Chuck took in the

view for a minute and then she pressed her tits to his face. He grabbed

hold of them and felt them and started licking and sucking the nipples.

She reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. She tugged it off of him and

then pulled him up standing. She undid his pants and pulled his pants

and underpants down and off in one quick motion. His shoes popped off

with the tugg of the pants and she pulled the socks off. Now they were

both naked. She pushed him down in the chair and then realized that it

would be a good idea to lock the door. She reached over him and locked

it. Then she knealt down in front of him. “Now it’s your turn” she

said with a smile.

She took his dick in her hand, stuck her tongue out and swirled her

tongue all around the tip of his dick. Then she ran her tongue up and

down his shaft. She saw a drop of precum on his tip and she touched her

Tongue to it licking it up. She opened her mouth and slid his dick all

the way. She began sucking, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth

letting him fuck her throat. She took his whole dick as deep as it

would go. It did not take long before Chuck starting squirting the

largest load she had ever tasted in her mouth. She pulled his dick part

way our so that she capture all his come on her tongue and savor every

drop. He filled her mouth with his hot white cream. She looked up at

him, opened her mouth showing him all his cum in her mouth. Then she

swirled her tongue around her mouth swishing the cum around and

swallowed it all.

She climbed up on the chair and stradled Chuck. She grabbed his

long pole and guided it into her pussy. She got the tip just inside her

and held it for a second and then dropped herslef down on it in one

quick motion. Chuck moaned in ecstasy. She started sliding up and down

his pole and loved every millimeter of it sliding in and out of her. It

was average length but much thicker than other dicks she had had inside

her. She bounced in his lap and fucked him madly. She clenched her

pussy muscles and squeezed his dick as hard as she could. After a few

minutes she could feel him squriting deep inside her. She had never

felt anyone squirt so hard in her before. The heat and the squirt made

her cum as well. She had a tremendous orgasm and her juices started

dripping down Chucks pole and onto the chair. Chuck had blown his load

but she did not let him stop there. She kept bouncing up and down

riding his pole. Chuck thought his dick was going to explode she was

fucking him so hard. She would not even give him a moment to rest.

After a minute she had him cuming in her again. He was squirting even

harder than before and this made her cum even harder than before. She

never new it was possible but she came so hard her juices started

squirting out of her all over Chuck and all over the chair. She stopped

and just held his dick in her. They hugged each other and relaxed for a

minute. She sat there and felt his dick as it slowly softened and

shrunk. She did not let go of it till it went totaly limp and slipped out

of her.

She stood up kissed Chuck long and deeply and said “I would like to

make you an offer, you are definately the type of man I want working

under me!” They got dressed and Chuck left the room with an offer in

hand. Not only was he getting a decent job he was gonna get to ball the

boss every day as well. Sounded good to him.

She decided she better switch the wet chair with another one before

her next interviewee arrived. After a few minutes there was a knock on

the door. She opened the door and greeted Susan, the next candidate for

the job. Susan came in, had a seat, sniffed the air and said

questioningly “It smells like fish in here?” The interviewer smiled and

just said “So tell me Susan? how do you feel about older women?”

The End

tortured by ticking

Are You Ticklish?

“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re ticklish or not? You’re
18 years old!” Bob had been dating Angela for about 2 months. She was
perfect – 5’5″, classic Italian looks, great body, great personality.
She was also the only child of a very wealthy car dealer in town, so she
was spoiled rotten, but had also been lonely most of her life.

“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?'” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!