Bitches N Hose - Sexy Austin

Austin’s Teasing Stockings Pictures

I gotta admit I was a little bit fooled by Austin when she came into the studio. I pegged her as all sweet or innocent that really had no idea what she was doing in an adult modeling studio. I kept waiting for her to back out. Luckily, I was wrong because this cutie has a tight teen body and long luscious legs that look great in stockings. Austin had never done adult modeling but she was very sexual by nature and a natural in front of the camera. I wish all the girls I photograph could be as easy to work with. I didn’t have to tell her how to pose, I didn’t have to tell her not to cover up her tits or pussy etc. Man, I can’t get over how good her legs looked in those stockings. Delicious. And just to prove how wrong I was, check out her pierced clit. She’s definitely not the angel I thought she was.

Check out all the pictures from Austin’s photo shoot at Bitches N Hose. Check out all her sexy body and of course her sexy legs. If you have a fetish for babes in pantyhose, nylons or stockings this is the site for you. Trust me, I definitely have that fetish and I love Bitches N Hose. But don’t just take my word, check out the free tour for yourself.

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The Housesitter

Kim Burns was in the process of feeding the two Springer Spaniels when the front door to burst open and a female voice called out, “Hello, girls, mama’s home, come and give kisses!” The two dogs hearing their mistresses voice literally tore out of the kitchen on their way to the front of the spacious house. Kim smiled to herself as she trailed off after the happily barking duo and laughed out loud at the scene she found in the foyer! Both pups were happily bouncing up and down around the smiling woman who managed to offer, “My goodness, I guess they’re glad to see me!” “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow,” Kim said while grabbing a suitcase. “I just got tired of all the traveling and decided to come home a day early,” the middle aged woman replied. “Did everything go okay?’ she asked the pretty young blonde. “Just fine,” Kim replied. “I had some good company!” Rhonda Marks hushed the excited animals and picked up her over night bag while motioning Kim to follow her up the stairs. “Thanks for taking care of everything when I was gone,” the older woman said over her shoulder. “It’s not easy to find someone with the time to watch these two little monsters!” “I was happy to do it, Mrs. Marks,” Kim answered quickly. “Well, it certainly put my mind at ease knowing that you were minding the store, so to speak,” Rhonda replied with a smile. She tossed her bag over the back of chair an sat down on the edge of the bed and began undressing. “You don’t mind sticking around for another hour or so, do you?” she asked while kicking off her shoes. “Uh, no, not at all,” Kim replied. “Good,” Rhonda replied, “now be a dear and start me a bath.”

Kim entered the well appointed bathroom and started the water running in the oversized whirlpool bath. “How do you like it?” she called out. “Very hot!” came the reply from the bedroom. “And put in some bath oil, my skin feels like leather!” Kim finished readying the bath just as Rhonda Marks slipped up behind her and asked, “All set?” “Yeah,” the surprised young woman answered. “All ready to go!” “Good, help me in,” Rhonda ordered as she dropped her terry cloth bathrobe to the tile floor. Kim’s cheeks turned a shade of bright red as the older woman casually stood naked before her, but she gamely took her by the arm and helped her into the swirling bubbling waters. “God, does that feel good,” she sighed while lounging back and letting the water do its thing. “Be a dear and scrub me with that wash cloth,” Rhonda said while closing her eyes. “Y-you want me to wash you?” Kim asked nervously. “Of course I do,” the older woman replied a matter of factly. “Why, do you have something against it?” “Uh, no, not at all.” Kim stammered. “It’s just that, well, I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Like what?” Rhonda asked softly. “You know,” Kim replied, “I mean I’ve never washed a grown woman.” “Well don’t worry,” Rhonda chuckled, “I promise not to bite!”

Kim dipped the dry wash cloth into the warm water and picked up a bar of lilac scented soap before rubbing them together to form a frothy suds. “Okay, where do you want me to start,” the young woman asked softly. “Land sakes, child!” and exasperated Rhonda replied. “”Just do it, I don’t care where you start!” Kim made audible gulp, and then with quite a bit of trepidation slid her rag covered hand under the swirling water. “Ahhhh, that feels nice,” the older woman sighed while Kim began working around the round tummy. “Maybe this wouldn’t turn out to be so bad,” Kim said to herself as she worked her way down Rhonda Burns’ full thighs. “Are you sure that you haven’t done this before?” Rhonda asked dreamily. “You have a wonderful touch!” “T-thanks,” Kim stammered, “you have a very pretty body.” Rhonda opened her eyes while at the same time cupping her immense breasts before replying softly, “Why thank you, Kimberly, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s every said to me.” Now turning a deeper shade of red the young woman offered no resistance when Rhonda guided her hand to her heavy bosom. “I think these need a little attention, don’t you?” she asked huskily. Kim couldn’t even look the older woman in the eyes, but without a word of protest began gently washing and massaging Rhonda’s incredible chest. “Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy!” the older woman moaned. “I-it’s been so long since anyone’s touched me this way!” Kim couldn’t understand what was happening to her! Never in her entire life had she ever even contemplated having sex with another woman, let alone a woman old enough to be her mother! But as incredible as it seemed, she was unmistakably drenching her panties while caressing Rhonda Burns’ massive chest!

Rhonda’s head rolled from side to side as the young woman used her wash rag covered hand on her floating breasts. “W-what are you doing with your other hand, dear?” Rhonda stammered softly. “Nothing!” Kim whispered in return. “I’ve got a good idea where you can put it,” the older woman sighed. “W-where!?!” Kim asked nervously. While her eyes grew to the size of saucers, Kim watched in utter disbelief as Rhonda Burns grabbed her left hand and pulled it directly to her red hot vagina! “W-will you please help me!?!” Rhonda Burns pleaded. Kim licked her dry lips once or twice, and then after swallowing hard, answered Rhonda’s question by letting her finger press insistently into the older woman’s gaping organ! “Ohhhhhhhh, you sweet little girl!” Rhonda gasped. “T-that’s it, ohhhhhhh yesssssssss!” “Do mama’s big fat clitty!” “Mmmmmmmm, make her feel like a real pussy!” In only a matter of several seconds Kim had the older woman begging for release! With her right hand pinching and twisting the dark pink nipples, her left hand worked feverishly on Rhonda Burns’ overly deveopled clitoris. “D-do you like by breasts?!?” Rhonda moaned. “Oh yes!” Kim replied urgently. “They’re absolutely beautiful!” “Oh god!” she gasped. “I-I’m on the edge!” “S-so close now!” “Do it faster!” “Oh yessssssss, faster, faster!!!” “Ohhhhhhh fuck!”
“I’m cumming so fucking hard!!!” With those words Rhonda Burns hips lurched forward as an orgasm of brutal intensity slammed into her cunt like a freight train out of control!
With her hips bucking around like a wild animal, it was all Kim could do to keep her finger in contact with the incredibly distended clitoris!

Then it was over! Rhonda lay relaxed back in the water with a satisfied smile on her face and a small sigh escaping her lips! “That was wonderful!” she said with a smile. “Thank you ever so much.” “It was my pleasure, ma’am,” Kim replied with her face again turning red. “If you’re anything like me,” the older woman said softly. “I can just about guarantee that you’re pussy is literally dripping.” “Isn’t that right?” “I-I don’t know what you mean,” a totally embarrassed Kim replied. “I think you do,” Rhonda replied softly. “Now I want you to stand up, and take off your shorts and panties!” “I-I just couldn’t!” Kim answered with her eyes cast down. “Oh but you can!” Rhonda replied evenly. “now do as your told!” she replied with a bit of edge to her voice. Now completely humiliated, the young woman slowly stood up, and with her back turned, dropped her shorts to the floor! Her tight bottom was encased in a pair of white cotton panties, that even though were totally utilitarian, couldn’t hide the fact that what they were covering was an incredibly sexy ass! “Now the panties!” Rhonda ordered. Kim rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and then after taking a deep breath, shoved the white cottons down around her ankles.

“Oh myyyyyy,” Rhonda sighed. “You have a very pretty bottom, young lady!” “Thank you,” Kim answered softly. “Step closer so I can feel it!” the older woman demanded. Now unable to resist, Kim stepped backward until she felt a soft damp fingers caressing her firm yet supple cheeks. “Simply incredible!” Rhonda intoned while gently cupping the two perfectly shaped globes. “Okay, child,” she said, “now turn around and show mama what you’ve got.” With her face now the color of a beet, Kim slowly turned around, exposing her partially shaved vagina to the eager eyes of the older woman! “Sweet jesus in heaven!” Rhonda gasped. “Y-you’re lips are huge!” “You are so ready!!!” “May I ask you a question?” Rhonda intoned softly. “What?” Kim replied in obvious distress. “How often do you masturbate?!?” “I-I’m not sure,” she replied with her head down. “Don’t give me that!” Rhonda snapped. “When was the last time you touched your clit?!?” “L-last night,” came the soft reply. “Did you climax?” the older woman pressed on. “Y-yessss, I came very hard!” “Good,” Rhonda replied. “Because do you know what we’re going to do now?!?” Kim shook her head from side to side and waited for the older woman to reply. “Well, you and I are going to masturbate in front of each other, that’s what we’re going do!” Kim’s legs buckled slightly at the very thought, and without even thinking, her left hand slipped between her thighs and sought out her erect little clit!

“Ohhhhh, Mrs. Burns!!!” Kim gasped as her finger tip flicked over her hard little nub.
“My goodness gracious, child!” the older woman sighed while staring at the young woman’s bulging labia. “You are indeed a wonder!” “I-I love to touch myself,” Kim stammered. “I just can’t seem to stop doing it!” “Do you have a boyfriend?” Rhonda asked while cupping her huge chest. “No!” Kim replied with groan. “Have you ever seen a man’s penis?” Rhonda pressed on. “Just daddy’s,” the young woman replied. “One night I came home early and saw him having sex with mommy through a crack in the door.” “Did it excite you?” “Oh, yesssssss!!!” she replied. “Mommy was on her knees sucking daddy’s penis!” “Was he large, I mean did he have a big erection?” Rhonda asked softly. “I think so,” Kim answered, “mama kept saying how she loved it when daddy stuck all nine inches inside of her pussy.” “D-did you see him fuck her?” the old woman gasped. “After mommy sucked him off, daddy lay back and mommy climbed on top of him!” “Then what happened?” Rhonda begged. “S-she sat down on his penis!” Kim managed to stammer. “It went all the way in and mommy had a huge orgasm!” “Then daddy rolled over on top of her and rammed his erection in and out of her like he was going crazy or something!”

By now both Kim and Rhonda’s fingers were flying over their hot clits while images of Kim’s father fucking her mother danced in their heads! Kim overtly opened her legs even farther giving the old woman a perfect view of her pussy as a stunning climax wrenched her over heated cunt! “Good lord in heaven!!!” Rhonda screamed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her unabated. With her legs now the consistency of jelly, Kim slowly slipped to the floor with a satisfied smile covering her face. “Wow!” the young woman sighed. “That was more than wonderful!” “Mmmmmm,” Rhonda hummed, “so very much more.”

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Aphrodite Notte - Lesbian Vagina Licking

My friend, Marina Mendoza came over to do a photo shoot with me last week. She also has her own naughty photo and video site. The photographer planned it just to be a boring, softcore posing together. Marina and I definitely had some other plans.

Click here to see the photos of Marina and I putting on our own naughty lesbian show! As soon as the camera was on, we were all over each other. We were kissing, caressing each other's boobs and lots of licking. Marina surprised me, I was close to a climax from just her tongue and fingers when she took out a white vibrator. She put it on my clit and quickly made me cum more than once!

Visit my website, Aphrodite Notte to see all of the sexy photos from our wild lesbian adventure.

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Beautiful teen pinches her tiny nips

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18 year old Toma has a cute pussy

Toma knows exactly how to get our dicks hard and she loves to dress up in her old schoolgirl uniform and tease us like crazy. In this video she explores her own body and makes sure she has a nice orgasm while playing with this vibrator. How cute is her little pussy?

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Movie Gallery From Fuck Party

Two blonds at his cock is a dream come true, but two blondes with big pussylips is more than simply icing on the cake ... it was the makings of a fuckfest to rival all fuckfests! He takes on both of these bombastic babes and suckles upon the lush lips of their pretty privates like an infant at a teat!

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Toolbox Fuckers - Sexy Isis

Check out these pictures of a horny Asian teen, Isis riding a Sybian sex machine. Isis is pretty adventurous sexually, but she’s never seen a Sybian, let alone rode one before. But it’s safe to say after three orgasms, it won’t be her last time. This teen slut loved it more than a real cock fucking her. But don’t worry guys, I asked this barely legal teen if she was done with men - "not a chance."

I’ve seen other fucking machine websites, but Toolbox Fuckers is my favorite for a lot of reasons. At Toolbox Fuckers you can see girls really orgasm. There’s no faking of orgasms like you see at our website. You can hear these girls moan, squirm and turn red as they climax. For many of these teens it’s their first orgasm. Toolbox Fuckers also has the greatest variety of fucking machines - from the classic fucking machine to the Sybian Sex Machine to my favorite the Drilldo, a dildo attached to a high speed dildo. Toolbox Fuckers has hours of uncensored videos and thousands of machine fucking woman pictures videos for you to enjoy. And the best part might be that you can check it all out for just a dollar right.

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The Dentist

“Who’s next, Sunnie?”
“A Mrs. Page, she’s a new patient,”
Sunnie Muren said, then glanced at the clock. “She comes in at
2:00 o’clock, doctor.”
“So?” Doctor Jim Hyde said as he tossed
his used dental tools into the stainless steal sink. They would
be sterilized in the autoclave later. He washed his hands and
turned to face his assistant.
“I leave at noon today, did you
forget?”
“Yes, I did. See if she minds not having
a female nurse present. Most don’t care one way or the
other.”
“They obviously don’t know you,” Sunnie
giggled.
“True. Give her a call now.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Sunnie said, picking up
the phone.

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“She doesn’t mind. And get this,” Sunnie
said with a twisted smile, “she wants to be sedated.”
“I don’t think that’s wise.”
“Normally I’d heartily agree, but I
remember her, I talked to her before. She wouldn’t even make an
appointment until I told her you have sedation on hand.”
“Well I’m not exactly a sex maniac, I can
get all I need from conscious women.”
“You certainly do. It’s a good thing
that you take home a doctor’s salary, otherwise you couldn’t
afford them.”
“Hey, I don’t pay for it.”
“The hell you don’t. I paid the bills
for that redhead you dated, Miss Baylor.”
“What bills?”
“Taxi, dinner at Andre’s seven night in a
row, a charity dinner at the playhouse for 100 dollars per
plate… should I go on.”

“No, I get the picture. But I’m worried
about a general sedation, there should be three people
present.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t get out of this.
School play. I would recommend that your rape the hell out of
this patient, then get sued. It would be cheaper than most of
your dates.”
“Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
“I’m going. Have fun,” Sunnie said,
grabbing her purse and pushing through the glass door.
Dr. Hyde puttered around the office,
checked the mail in the cluster of white boxes on the corner,
then sat and read a golf magazine. He got up in disgust and
began putting his dental instruments in the metal tray used in
the autoclave. He twisted lever and turned on the machine. He
turned and looked at his offices. He had three treatment rooms, no
waiting. He could prep two patients and work on a third.
Also, Sunnie was more than qualified to
do cleanings, so the three chairs were just what he needed. He
was doing well. He was happy, Sunnie was happy, and the
community was happy with the job he was doing. Of course it
wasn’t hard, when he had such a memorable name as Dr. Hyde, and
his only competition was Dr. Willoway, aka “the butcher”.
The last thing he wanted to do was mess
up his happy life with a law suit.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, miss…”

“Mrs. Page, Anne Page. It’s nice to meet
you,” she shook hands quickly. Dr. Hyde tried to shake off his
astonishment and compose himself. Anne Page was one of the
hottest blondes he had ever seen. She exemplified the word
“cute”. She wore her hair lose, it cascaded down her back and
shoulders and shimmered when she moved. She was wearing a thin
summer dress of a chiffon type material, that came down to just
above her knees. Her slender legs ended in black high heeled
shoes. He was stunned.
“Sunnie said I could be sedated,” Anne
said quietly. “I’m afraid of dentists,” she whispered.
“Me too. Do you want to be aware of your
surroundings, or wake up when it’s through?” he asked, trying to
sound casual. Half of his mind was screaming, “NO SEDATION”, the
other half was equally loud in proclaiming “GO FOR IT”. He
waited in horror, dreading the answer.
“I don’t want to feel a thing. Put me
under and wake me when it’s over,” she said with a nervous
smile.
“Ver… very well,” he stuttered.
“Is that a problem?”
“It’s risky, without an assistant to
monitor your vital signs, but if you don’t mind, I can manage,”
he said airily.
“Oh, wonderful,” she gushed, laying a
hand on his arm. He tried to smile, while escorting her to the
chair.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked, leaning
her back in the chair and repositioning his light.

“Right here,” she pointed.
“That would be the right upper molar,
either the second or third,” he said, looking closer.
“Please, can you sedate me now. I’m very
frightened.”
“Sure,” He pulled the bottle of nitrous
oxide closer, placed the mask over her face, and turned it on.
She began to blink. He retrieved his stethoscope, parted the
upper part of her blouse, and listened to her heart. When her
eyes fluttered open he turned the gas up slightly. She was
deeply sedated in seconds.
“Well,” Dr. Hyde said nervously. He
looked up at the clock, then down at his patient, before turning
quickly away. He took a paper bib and laid it over her chest,
then retrieved his syringe which was prepared with pain killer.
He hated to use it on a generally sedated patient, but it was
better that way. In case she woke up, she would not be in pain.
He hooked an aspirator to the corner of her mouth, opened it wide
and began injecting sedative into the gums.
Dr. Hyde smoothed out the filling with
his pick. He laid his tools on the tray and surveyed his work,
before pressing the stethoscope to her chest. She was breathing
slowly and easily. Her heart was strong, if a bit sluggish. He
had taken a calculated risk and won. The patient was safe and
happy. Now if the board never found out about his little breach
of procedure with the general sedation…
Dr. Hyde watched the slow intake of
breath. Her ample breasts rose and fell beneath the thin
material of her dress. They looked soft and beautiful, he
noticed, licking his lips. Hell, it wouldn’t hurt to look. She
would be out for at least 15 more minutes, if he’d read her
vitals correctly.
He went to the front door of his office
and locked the front door. He took one last look around the
rooms, and closed the door to Anne’s room.
“Well,” he muttered. “What now?” He
wiped his hands on his pants and advanced toward the sleeping
woman. Shaking, he reached out and touched Anne’s left breast.
It was soft and pliable against his hand. Her flesh felt
abnormally warm to his shaking fingers.

He grew suddenly afraid. If those lovely
blue eyes flew open his cushy lifestyle would end in disaster.
It just wasn’t worth it, he decided, withdrawing his hand.
He checked her heartbeat one more time,
then went to the sink to retrieve a wet towel. He slowly wiped
her sleeping face of saliva and blood. What an angel, he thought
to himself. He cupped her chin in his hand and leaned down to kiss
those cherry red lips. Her lips were marshmallow soft. Of
course this was partially due to her relaxed state during
sedation. All muscles turned soft when sedated. Still, it was a
very memorable kiss, even if it was one-sided. He lifted his
lips and turned to look down her sleeping body. He could almost
see her nipples. He had an excellent view of her ample cleavage.
She wore a lifting bra which did wonders for a woman’s
figure.
Unable to resist the temptation, he
lifted the material of her dress, then slid a thumb under her
bra, pulling it up until he could see the wonderful pink nipple.
It was abnormally large. The small pimple-like bumps around the
nipple, betrayed the fact that she had children. He hadn’t been
aware of that. Only breast feeding could give her such distinct
features. Of course, if her husband had half a mind, he would be
breast feeding on a regular basis.
“My God,” he whispered, then quickly
looked back to her sleeping face. It was still asleep. He took
his stethoscope and checked her heart once more. He watched the
rise and fall of her breast. She was still well sedated. She
had fifteen or twenty minutes of sleep left. He started to turn
and leave the office, but his curiosity wouldn’t allow that. He
just had to look. Any man who was a man, would have to look.
Dr. Hyde hurried down to the foot of the
chair. His skin prickled on the back of his neck, he could feel
a thousand eyes watching him. It was his imagination, of course,
three were no windows in the office. Taking a deep breath, he
reached down and folded back the hem of her dress. Folding it
several more times reveled a silvery pair of slender panties
which looked like they belonged to a fifteen year old girl. They
hardly fit her, but it must have been the fashion. It was a
thong, if he remembered right. Yes, that was it. It looked
wonderful on her, but this one was pinched between the lips of
her pussy. He looked for several minutes. His cock was raging
hard, his hands shook like a schoolboy’s. He wanted to touch
those dark, magnificent lips so badly. But he was so afraid. If
he went that far…
“Mrs. Page you have a lovely pussy,” he
half sang, and half mumbled, taking the tune from a beatles song
and mangling it beyond all repair. He looked at her long slender
legs, now fully revealed. She had the most amazing body he had
ever seen, and as Sunnie had observed, he had seen many. Of
course he didn’t fuck every woman he ever dated, but he did fuck
most of them. None were even close to Anne.
“Oh shit, what am I doing?” he gasped,
looking at the sweetest pair of legs on earth, which ended in an
absolutely perfect blonde pussy. He leaned closer and inspected
the wrinkled lips of her pussy. She was shaved, which left a
dark area around her pussy. The only actual hair was far above
it. He knew this was the fashion too, it allowed a woman to wear
a bikini. He hesitated only a moment, before he reached out and
lifted her thong out of her pussy. It looked delicious, and Dr.
Hyde was a firm believer in eating pussy. It was the only form
of foreplay he enjoyed. He wasn’t big on kissing, but he loved
to eat a good pussy. And she certainly had a good one. He
leaned closer and sniffed.
“Oh my God,” he whispered. Suddenly he
remembered Sunnie’s words, and his conversation. He saw himself
with his nose in a patient’s pussy, as if he was seeing it from
outside of himself. What the hell was he doing? his mind
screamed at him.
He pried open her pussy lips with his
thumb and looked inside. There was half an inch between her clit
and the top of her pussy. The pee hole was located between the
clit, and the vulva itself. He had not noticed that before. Now
that he thought of it, he had always believed that a woman peed
from their clit, since it looked like a small cock.

Her aroma was delicious, exactly as it
should be. It was all he would expect from the pussy of a
healthy young woman.
He pried open her vulva and found it to
be juicy. In fear he looked up at her face, then her slowly
moving chest. She was still asleep, but turned on all the same.
Was she having a wet dream? No, patients didn’t dream under
heavy sedation. She must be unconsciously reacting to him.
Dr. Hyde sniffed again, then felt his
lips being magnetically drawn to the glorious blonde pussy. The
first contact was electrifying. He felt an electric shock
through his lips, or maybe it was his imagination. He kissed
them again. Her pussy was so warm. He sucked it gently, then
opened her lips and licked her liberally. He half expected her
to moan, but she didn’t. She didn’t move at all.
Dr. Hyde licked his lips in appreciation.
He was shaking so badly that it was hard to hold her pussy open.
He pushed the thong aside. It slid into the crevice between her
leg and her body. He concentrate on her magnificent womanhood.
God, what a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. He no longer
asked himself what he was doing, or why, it was beyond his
control. He would eat her sweet sleeping pussy and be thankful
for the opportunity. Starting now.
He gently pried her legs open, spreading
her knees, and laying one foot on the floor to make room for his
body. He leaned on the hard cushion inside his dental chair and
moved around until he was comfortable. Anne’s pussy was pressing
against his nose.
He lunged forward and engulfed her pussy
with his open mouth. She tasted so delicious. She must have
taken a bath just before she arrived, or used a douche. Maybe
she anticipated his breech of protocol. Maybe she didn’t mind,
he thought, trying to assuage his conscience.
He slid his tongue up inside her and
wiggled it. He then slid it in and out, tongue fucking her while
sucking gently. He got a wonderful abundance of curiously
flavored juices, which he savored, then swallowed. His eager
tongue flashed through her sleeping pussy lips, finding every bit
of sweet flavored moisture. He had eaten over a hundred women,
but Anne was unique. She was sweet and flavorful, where other
woman had been slimy and a bit fishy, in some cases. Anne was
wonderful.
“Uhm, yes,” he heard her say in a sleepy
voice. He licked her diligently for a moment, then remembered in
horror that she shouldn’t be moaning. She should be sleeping.
He jerked away in horror and looked up at her face. It was
sleeping, but animated. She was licking her lips. Her closed
eyes were fluttering rapidly.
Dr. Hyde pulled her thong back into place
and closed her legs gently. He rolled down her dress and brushed
it so it looked more natural. In haste, he bolted around the
chair and hurried to the restroom. He closed the door and locked
it, before dropping his pants. He took his penis in hand and
began stroking it. He could still taste Anne’s unique flavor on
is lips. He held his hand to his nose, sniffing Anne’s scent,
where her pussy juice had run down it. He flailed at his cock
with a desperate fist, with visions of Anne’s sweet pussy in his
mind. He visualized her open legs and the dark skin around her
pussy. He remembered the golden gleam of her crotch, in the
harsh neon lights of his office. She somehow sunbathed nude, he
realized, remembering the uniform area around her pussy, where
not one tan line marred it’s heavenly surface.

Moaning in anticipation, he felt his ball
churning with a liquid heat. He stiffened and moved faster as
his orgasm neared. In sudden passion, he clamped his hand down
around his cock, then jerked spasmasticaly as his cum began
spurting from the end, and into the toilet. He gasped, trying
not to shout, until his cock finally stilled and began to wilt.
He pulled out a handful of paper towels, wet them and washed his
cock. He pulled his pants back up and washed his hands, then
hurried to the front door and unlocked it. A quick check of the
parking lot showed only his car and Mrs. Page. He sighed in
relief.
Whistling happily, he went back to the
examination room, to see Anne feeling her pussy. She looked up
in embarassment and closed her legs. Dr. Hyde could only watch
in horror, waiting for the accusations.
“I’m sorry,” she said, coloring. “I made
love to my husband just before I came here, and I can still feel
the effects,” she whispered in embarassment.
Dr. Hyde nodded in relief, then his eyes
bugged out as he remembered Anne’s strange taste. Now he knew
why it tasted so strange. He grabbed his throat and turned
quickly, running from the office. He made it back to the
bathroom just in time. He vomited for several minutes. He
stood, feeling miserable. The memory of her words made him begin
vomiting all over again.
He finished, washed his face and took a
drink of water. Trying to compose himself he returned.
“Are you alright?” she asked in
concern.
“Oh sure, I’m fine. Just a touch of the
flu.”
“I thought you were gay,” she said with a
nervous laugh. “You ran out when I mentioned… well never mind.
Do I need another appointment.”
“No, you’ve had quite enough,” he said,
trying not to vomit again. She nodded, brushed her dress down
and left with the click of her high heels echoing out of the
building.

“I will never eat another pussy again,”
he swore as he angrily tossed dental instruments into the
stainless steal sink. “Never!”

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Pantera XXX - Blowjob And Facial

One of my guy friends came over last night. We had never fooled around before, but that was about to change. We had been friends off and on for a couple of years. We would’ve fucked a long time ago but one of us always seemed to be in a relationship when the other one was single. However, he broke up with his girlfriend a couple of days ago and I invited him over to see if he needed anyone to talk, etc. Well, it was pretty obvious that he had already gotten over his ex and had other things on his mind. We skipped much of the conversation and went straight to my bedroom. It wasn’t long before I was laying on my bed, him standing over me and I had his cock in my mouth. He told me his ex never gave him blowjobs so I gave him one that would hopefully make up for some of the lost time. It was probably one of the best blowjobs I’ve given, his cock just turned me on so much. He told me that his girlfriend never let him cum on her face and a few minutes later he was cumming all over my face, giving me a messy cumshot facial.

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Taste of Love

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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Miami Lesbians

I like my apartment, it has a great view.

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expected to see the view I was treated too this morning. I
have
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