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Its hard for me to describe....the hot steamy sex that I had last night! It started so slowly...I never knew what hit me. I was visiting my Aunt Kates apartment building in Brooklyn , a large brownstone in a attractive location, when she asked me to help her with a tenant's water supply problem. Seems her sink was dripping underneath where the hot water pipes connected. Even tho the tenants were quite affluent the prices plumbers in NY commanded made fixing things yourself worth the inconvenience! Being a slim muscular man with a can do attitude I jumped at the chance to return Aunt Kates hospitality! ]]> pure latin cherry
Its hard for me to describe....the hot steamy sex that I had last night! It started so slowly...I never knew what hit me. I was visiting my Aunt Kates apartment building in Brooklyn , a large brownstone in a attractive location, when she asked me to help her with a tenant's water supply problem. Seems her sink was dripping underneath where the hot water pipes connected. Even tho the tenants were quite affluent the prices plumbers in NY commanded made fixing things yourself worth the inconvenience! Being a slim muscular man with a can do attitude I jumped at the chance to return Aunt Kates hospitality! ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/pure-cherry-latin-girl/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-cheerleader/ http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-cheerleader/#comments Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:16:05 +0000 Administrator latina porn movies naked muchachas latina teen pictures hot latina sex free latina sex clip http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-cheerleader/ It was Nancy, a slim brunette that told me to ignore Terry. Nancy was very pretty, with a slim figure and legs that were perfect, especially when they extended out from beneath a pair of our purple shorts. Nancy had introduced me to Kim and Lori, and we ended up as a foursome whenever we practiced or travelled. It was after our first week of practice when Nancy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a swim, and some relaxation. It really did sound fun, especially since Kim and Lori were both going. I followed them to Nancy's house, some forty minutes away from the gym. It wasn't much, but it was nice. Nancy had gotten the house after divorcing her husband, which surprised me, since Nancy looked only about 23. In fact she was really 26. Maybe it was her blue eyes that seemed to sparkle all the time that made her look younger. The house sat on a hillside, and she had no real neighbors to speak of, and the pool was large, surrounded by a nice wooden deck. I mentioned to Nancy that I didn't have a suit, and asked if I could borrow one. "Suit?" Nancy laughed. "None required in my pool, unless you're bashful Karen." I'd never considered skinny-dipping and I stared at Kim when she boldly walked out the back door and dropped her clothes, shorts and a blue t-shirt then dove into the pool naked. Lori followed suit, peeling off her spandex racer-back top and showing off her full breasts. She too dove into the water, stark naked. Nancy was pulling her top over her head and I started to do likewise, figuring "when in Rome...". The four of us swam around, splashing each other and generally having fun. Lori crawled out an spread herself out on the deck, letting the warm sun dry her. Nancy and Kim raced back and forth, and I just loafed along. After about thirty minutes we all got out and sat around in Nancy's backyard, stark naked talking about Terry and the other three bitches in our squad. Kim produced a couple of joints and we smoked them both, getting a pretty good buzz. Nancy said we should grab something to drink. We went in, picking up our clothes on the way. I was going to get dressed, but the others dropped their clothes in a heap on a chair inside the door, so I did likewise. I felt a little odd, walking around someone else's house nude, especially with three other girls there. But it was all so easy and free, I went along with it. Lori was telling us about one of the guys she went out with, and the size of his prick. She made him seem like a super-stud, with a monster of a prick and able to fuck all night. Kim kept squirming around on the bar- stool, making the seat swivel back and forth. Each time she swung around, her large breasts brushed the cold counter top, and I could see how hard her nipples were. I was getting aroused by it too. Then, without any hints or suggestions, Lori made an announcement. "Let's all take a shower." She said with a playful look in her eye. Kim and Lori were dashing for the bathroom, and Nancy told me to come along, walking behind them. I followed, unsure of what was about to happen, but I had visions of four naked girls crowding into a shower. As it turned out, Nancy's house had a shower big enough for about eight or ten, with two shower nozzles and controls on opposite walls. Kim and Lori were already soaping up, and Nancy climbed right in. I was a little unsure of this, and carefully climbed into the shower. I wanted to rinse the chlorine smell off of me and out of my hair. Nancy volunteered to wash my long hair and I didn't object. My hair reaches down almost to my waist, and I keep it braided most of the time. Pretty soon, I was standing with my head back and Nancy was massaging my scalp. "Shit! Can you take over a minute Lori?" I heard Nancy say, "I've got soap in my eye." Lori began washing the lower part of my hair, telling me that she'd had hers long in high school, but loved it shorter now. I heard Kim say she was getting out, and then Nancy said she was going to make some tea. I relaxed and let Lori finish my hair, and then rinse it out. It felt nice to have someone else do the work for a change. "You've got a nice figure." Lori said. "I bet guys go crazy over your tits though." Guys did actually. I have 35C breasts, which are just big enough to be fun, not as big as Lori's 38Ds. Lori kept hers wrapped up in tight spandex so she didn't jiggle too much in front of the fans. After rinsing, Lori said she was getting out too, and I soaped up and rinsed off quickly. I stepped out and used a towel that Nancy had left and then headed out of the bathroom. Hands grabbed my arms and I was scooped up and carried towards the back of the house. "Hey! What's going on? What're you doing?" I yelled, struggling but not too hard. I was dumped onto the bed, and Lori sat on my legs, tickling me, while Kim and Nancy began tying my hands to the headboard. I was laughing and struggling, and a little bit goofy from the joints. I didn't notice anything really weird until I realized both my legs were also tied up, to the bottom bedposts. Nancy picked up a bowl of fruit, and fed me a strawberry. It was cold, and sweet, so I ate it. I figured this was some sort of "rite" that they were doing to me, so I didn't resist. Nancy sat next to me on the bed, as naked as I, feeding me orange slices, apple pieces, strawberries, grapes and the like. "Hmmm, now this might be interesting." She said, picking up a banana. I giggled, then laughed at the age-old idea of special uses for a banana. I watched as Nancy peeled it. She looked down a me, playfully. "How far down d'you think you can take it?" She asked. "Hmm," I said, giggling too, "Eight inches!" That was the size of my last boyfriend and I'd taken him all the way. Nancy fed the banana too me, and I arched back letting it slide into my throat. She pressed it deep, and then withdrew it. I gagged a little, but not much. Lori showed up with a tape measure and ran it from Nancy's finger to the end. "Jeeez, pretty good." Lori said. "Nine and three-eighths of an inch." "Really?" I said. "I'll bet you're a pretty good cocksucker." Lori said, leaning over. "Among other things." I said, giggling. "Watch this!" Kim said, taking the banana from Nancy. I raised my head and watched Kim take the long banana into her mouth, and surround the end with her lips, then push it back out. She sucked it in, then closed her lips again, then pushed it back out. I was amazed at the sight of it, and I felt both envious, and aroused thinking about her ability. "That's a ten inch banana too." Lori said. "Try this." Nancy said, reaching into a drawer and tossing Kim a very long dildo. "It's fourteen inches long." Kim arched her head back like a sword swallower, and we watched most of it disappear. All but one or two inches which she held on to with her fingers. She pulled it out, and bowed. "Gawd, girl!", Nancy said, "You're incredible." "I have other talents too you know." Kim smiled. I had been aware of being aroused, but now I realized that Lori was drawing circles on my right breast with her fingers. I was about to say something to her, when Kim interrupted, without saying a word. Kim stuck her tongue out, and held it out a full five inches from her lips! It was the most incredibly long tongue I'd ever seen, still is! She flicked it up and down, and around, then pulled it back into her mouth and smiled. "Ohhh Jeeez-us!", Nancy said, "You'd better show us how that works." "Glad to." Kim said. Kim crawled up onto the bed between my legs, and I shifted a little bit, uncomfortable with her closeness, and frightened by my own arousal to her oral abilities. Kim bent down towards my pussy. "No. Kim, no!" I pleaded. She stopped, far enough away from my pussy, or so I thought. I felt the tip of her tongue graze my clit, and I jumped. "She's too far away!" I thought wildly. "How?!" I wondered, then remembered her tongue. Then "IT" happened. Kim slid forward, putting her mouth fully over my pussy, and slid her tongue up inside me. Rockets, bells, whistles, horns, everything went off in my head. I arched up and thrust against her invading tongue. I orgasmed for several long seconds, and then fell back on the bed. But Kim had just started. She wiggled that snake-like tongue inside my pussy, and I felt it starting up again. Expertly, she fucked me with her tongue, which was both stiff, and soft at the same time. I squeezed it with my pussy, feeling it slither past in or out. Then she sucked my clit, her tongue flicking rapidly over it and circling it with the most beautiful rhythm. I arched again, coming hard and moaning. I pulled at the ropes on my hands and feet, frustrated by not being able to move much. When I opened my eyes, Kim was sitting up and smiling at me. Lori and Nancy were fingering each other's pussies. Kim looked right at me and her long tongue snaked out and licked my cream from her chin! "Was that all me?" I asked, shocked at the wet mess on her face. "Um-hmmm!" Kim replied, "You cum a lot hon, and you taste good too." I couldn't believe I was doing this. Naked in bed with another woman eating my pussy - and enjoying it! Nancy leaned over and licked the length of my pussy, tasting me and making me arch up. "You're right, she does taste good." Lori repeated it, and then they all took turns, each taking only one lick of my pussy. It was driving me crazy, and I wanted to cum again. Kim leaned down and shoved her tongue inside me, and Nancy sucked my clit, humming as she did. The vibrations set me off, and I climaxed with a loud moan, clenching Kim's slippery tongue in my pussy. "God girl!", Kim cried out. "You almost sucked my tongue into your pussy!" Kim slipped up over me, and bent down. Our eyes met, and she turned her head, coming closer. I responded automatically, and we kissed. Her tongue entered, then filled my mouth, passionately swirling all around my tongue, licking the roof of my mouth, and under my tongue. I could feel my own wetness becoming a flood. Kim was turning me on! A LOT! I pulled a trick of my own, and sucked her tongue into my mouth, treating it like a cock, and sucking on it. Kim let me, then began to fuck my mouth with her long tongue. We did this for long minutes, and I could feel her pussy dripping onto my belly. Now, for the first time, I wanted, really wanted to lick a girl's pussy. "Let me eat you." I said breathlessly when she sat back. Kim gave an "ohhh" sigh, and moved over me, lowering her blonde bush to my mouth. Her musky, fragrant smell was erotic, and I licked her pussy lightly. Her taste was what I expected, much like mine. I began licking her pussy up and down, then circling her clit. In no time, Kim was rocking her hips back and forth over my mouth and tongue, her cream soaking my lips and chin. She squeezed her full breasts, moaning loudly. Kim soaked my face, then Lori climbed on while Nancy began licking me. Over and over, I ate each one of them until my jaws ached. Nancy was the wildest, rubbing her pussy on my tits, then fingering Lori's dripping cunt and smearing her juices all over my face. While Lori ate me, Kim and Nancy lay next to me, in a very torrid 69, and Kim got off and rubbed her pussy all over Nancy's tits. Nancy made me suck her tits before I came, and Lori licked Nancy's cream from mine. When we finished, they untied me, and we all made a circle, sucking each other's pussies. From then on, we were inseperable. Especially since Kim and I loved to get each other off. I loved her long tongue in me, and she loved the way I could suck and flick her clit just right to make her cum hard. At several games, Kim and I were the last ones out of the locker room, so we could spread each other's juices on our tits before the game. We were even on television, with the cameras zooming in on Kim and me as we cheered the crowd on. How many hard cocks or wet pussies would there have been, if they'd known that Kim's tits were sticky with my cream, or that her juice was running down between my tits along with sweat? It was after the sixth game of the season, and we were out of town, staying in a hotel. The only reason we were there was that the game wasn't that far out of town, and lots of our fans were there. After dinner, Kim, Lori, myself, and Ann returned to our room. Ann was staying with us since Nancy had come down with the flu. Ann was sweet, but seemed very straight and innocent. The four of us crowded into the elevator with two men, a tall black man who was nice looking, and a white guy who kept glancing at our bodies. I winked at Lori and Kim, but it was Ann who started things off. "You guys watch the game today?" Ann asked. "Yeah." The black guy said. "We dumped 'em good." We'd lost the game, but by only two points, so we were all a bit irked by his comment. "Two points isn't 'dumping them good'." Lori said sharply. "And besides", I piped up, "it was a lucky throw that won the game." "She-it." The black guy said, "You gals really are into it." "I know who you are now." The white guy said. "Your the..." Ann put her hand over his mouth. "Be nice now." He told the black guy who we were, and he smiled. "Well, I always wanted me a cheerleader, now I've got four to choose from." "If you're MAN enough." Ann challenged him. "Oh! Baby, I'm man enough, beleive me!" He said with a grin. "How about you, Mr. Know-it-all?" Ann said, looking at the white guy. "M-me?" He asked. "Sure." Ann looked at us, and we laughed with her. We were game alright. We took the guys to their room, since they were staying together on business, and the six of us quickly got down to business. The black man had a nice cock, about nine and a half or more inches and thick. The white guy wasn't a disappointment either. We each took turns sucking them, with Kim going last. She got the black cock last, and sucked the whole thing down, then snaked her incredible tongue out and licked the man's balls. "Ohhh shee-it!" He cried and moved back. His sperm gushed into Kim's mouth, and she let the rest splash into her face. Ann grabbed it quickly and drank down his last squirts then swallowed noisily. Kim sat there, smiling with her sperm-soaked face and neck. When Ann turned around, Kim showed her the thick pool of cum in her mouth, then swallowed it just as noisily. The white guy moved behind me and slid his cock into my pussy. He pumped for a while, then Lori demanded some. The Black guy pulled Ann over and slid his still hard cock into her pussy and began fucking her from behind. Kim got on her back and sucked Lori's clit, and Ann motioned me to suck hers. Pretty soon, we were all switching around, and each of us got fucked good and hard by both men. Lori was riding the black dick, and sucking the white one, with Kim and I in a 69 and Ann sucking Lori's big tits. The black guy wanted to fuck Lori's tits, and she let him. She pressed her tits around his big cock and opened her mouth to suck the head each time it got to her lips. He spray her face with his thick cream, and then pushed his spurting cock into her mouth. Lori drank his cum down and I licked some off her face, then sucked the last drops out of him for the night. The white guy hadn't come at all, and now he wanted a special arrangement. Ann had the smallest breasts, and he wanted to come on them. But he wanted her to lay between Lori's legs, with her wide open, and Lori to reach around and cup Ann's breasts in her hands. The rest of us sat back and watched, toying with our pussies and the soft black cock. Ann sucked and sucked on the white cock, coaxing his cum to spurt. The guy finally backed up, straddling her waist, just above her hips. He jerked his cock hard, making his big balls bounce around. There's something about the way a man handles himself that's incredibly erotic, to me anyway. He leaned forward, pointing his cock at Ann's chest. What happened next got "oohs" and "ahhs" (awe?) from all of us, even the black man. The man's cock turned purple at the head and seemed to swell up and get rough looking. Then he fired a long, thick stream from his cock. It spurt a white gout of cum for three seconds solid, the cum splashing onto Ann's chest and covering her with sperm. The man bent, then straightened again, and another long spurt came out, arching through the air and splat- tering Ann's face. Thick streams of cum ran down her face, dripping off her chin, running down her neck. She opened her mouth, getting only part of it. He fired again, and this landed mostly into her mouth. Ann's face was soaking wet with his gel-like sperm, and we could see a thick white pool of it on her tongue. He came again, spraying more, this time aiming over Ann's shoulders and hitting the top of Lori's tits. Lori leaned over and opened her mouth, getting a face full of cum. Then he turned his hose-like cock on Kim and me. Kim scrambled right up the streaming cum, her mouth open, droplets spraying about her face, until she took his cock in her mouth. The man shook and came again, and Kim flinched, moaning around his spurting cock. He pulled out and spray my face and tits down again, then began milking the last drops out onto my tongue. I swallowed it, and it was slightly bitter, but good. Kim turned around and kissed me, a flood of semen entering my mouth with her tongue. We savored it while we kissed and then I gave it back, most of it anyway, and she repeated the kiss with Lori and Ann. Kim sat up and swallowed his jism, then rubbed her stomach, as if it "hit the spot". We can't wait for another game in that town, because we have a new girl on our squad who orgasms when a man cums in her mouth! ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-cheerleader/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/bondage-studying/ http://www.latinaspices.com/bondage-studying/#comments Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:26:01 +0000 Administrator latina sistas latina anal sex free latina sex clip mature latina sex http://www.latinaspices.com/bondage-studying/ One wall of the room was mirrored floor to ceiling. It made it seem as though many more women there, seated at the extremely large, dark wood conference table. The opposite wall was mostly windows; tall, wide ones with long heavy curtains. The curtains were drawn open to let the summer morning light plunge in, soft- ened by ivory sheers. The enclosing walls were paneled. I was learning a lot watching them in action. Their minds were keen. They worked together solving group problems, plan- ning, scheming, creating. Discussion covered widespread topics, from personal business accounts to how much salary raise to pay the cook here at 'the estate'. When the last item on the agenda had been addressed, Christine, president and leader of the clan, opened the floor to any additional items. Veronica stood up, "Yes, I have a bit of business to be considered by the Sisters. As you all should be aware, our newest trainee has contributed a man to the cause. Or should I say a boy? For he certainly has been behaving as one. As a very naughty one. It's only fair that he be present to hear of his offenses and to face his accus- ers. Agreed?" The table agreed with nods and low voices. Some of the more lax women eagerly sat up in their chairs, with slight smiles on their faces and bright glances to their sisters. They were looking forward to this surprise agenda. The door opened and one of the many female estate servants led David, by a leash attached to his wrists, into the room. It had been almost a full day since I had last seen him in the office with Constance and Veronica when he had agreed to their proposal. I almost gasped when I saw him. His lovely dark hair had been cropped very short, as a little boy's often is at the onset of summer. He was naked to the waist, except for the wide, black leather bands cuffed around his wrists. Each had two rings securely attached to them to be used in such instances as now, when his wrists were bound together in front of him. He was wearing loose, drawstring, black trousers and his feet were bare. Though clearly on the losing side of this battle, he walked in pridefully, and stood brazenly looking at the women in the room. If he wanted a fight, the Sisters would give it to him, and THEY'D win. I knew. "Ladies, this young man fully consented to the training here. He also agreed to obey the rules. In only one day I have found him idle a number of times. Not only that, he has willful- ly disobeyed the first rule, that of not touching himself to the point of orgasm. We all know that idleness leads to such behav- ior and he has made it apparent that he can't be trusted with his own private parts. Besides the mandatory physical labor, should he be further punished? What says the council?" Unanimously yeses circled the table. When it came to my vote, I tried to get David's attention, but he kept his stare ahead and ignored me. I knew I could show no mercy because of how I felt for him, so I agreed. Veronica then grabbed him by the chin and talked close to his ear, "Yes it is then. All these women feel you should be punished for idly playing with your own body. You know the rule, your body is for their use only. Now, what should the punishment be? Hmmmm? Maybe your little friend should decide since she brought you here and you're being such a disappointment to her." Veronica turned her cruel glance to me, "And how do you feel this naughty boy should be punished?" "Why," I stammered, suddenly aware of the spot I was in, "I believe naughty boys should be spanked." "Just spanked?" she threateningly questioned. "A good paddling then? Councilwomen, what say you?" Again, Veronica controlled the crowd. They all agreed to a thorough paddling. Then she did something I never expected. Gripping the leash tightly, she jerked David to face away from the conference table, pushed him forward so that he almost fell and had to lean his hands on the edge of a bookcase against the wall for balance, and then abruptly pulled his pants down. His naked buttocks was totally exposed to the room full of women. Veronica looked at me again, "I trust you'll do the honors?" "NOW, Veronica? Do you think this type of a behavior prob- lem can go unattended to? Spare the rod and spoil the brat. The council is waiting." I looked about at the beautiful faces waiting to see David punished. I was embarrassed for him. They all seemed so delighted to see him in this position. I stood and approached them. Naturally, Veronica had a paddle ready. I took it from her and was surprised at its lightness though it was very solid. I knew I had to scold him as he received the blows, and so I began, "David, you know you deserve this. I'm disappointed that you couldn't control yourself for even one day. I hope this teaches you a lesson." Then I lifted the paddle and swung, hitting his cheeks with a loud crack. The second hit was even stronger. He withheld any kind of emotion and didn't cry out, but his ass began to turn red. My strokes were slow and deliber- ate. Every once in a while I would add a comment about how naughty he had been. Finally Veronica's impatience got the better of her. She snatched the paddle from my hands. "Don't you realize he's a man? He behaves like a little boy, but his body needs much, much more than those love taps you've been giving him. You can't discipline him that way. He'll walk all over you. Sit down, I'll deal with you later. I thought I had taught you better than that by now." Veronica stood with her hip at David's waist, gripped him secure with her left arm about him, and began paddling unmerci- fully hard and fast. In the position she was in, we all had full vision of his posterior's increasingly angry proof of his disobe- dience, and Veronica's more than confident capabilities. Over and over she hit his bare bum. Her disapproval was apparent, "Who do you think you are? Did you think you'd get away with breaking the rules? Boys that misbehave get punished and you deserve everyone of these spanks. You're a very bad boy David and I'm going to teach you how to behave properly." The women at the table giggled and chatted to one another, remarking about the lovely shade of red his ass was acquiring. When Veron- ica had paddled David to the point that he squirmed in her grip and swayed his behind back and forth in front of the group, some of them cheered her on, telling her that he needed more. He finally reached the point of verbalizing his discomfort which seemed to incense Veronica's fury even further, for she renewed the energy in her strike. He begged and sobbed for her to stop. "Stop? Stop David? Did you stop when you felt your come rising in you though you knew it was wrong? No, you kept on playing with that nasty cock of yours. So why should I stop now?" She smacked him. "Why? Oh, please, please stop." I could tell that Veronica reached down to his genitals to grip him in this last disciplining effort. He groaned and bent his head. "What a terribly naughty boy you are. Turn around and show these women just how bad you are." He straightened up, his ass marked with welts from the paddle and turned, head bowed. I was shocked. He had a wonderfully engorged erection, but no pubic hair. The transformation to well disciplined little boy was complete. I remembered the embarrassment I faced as a new trainee, denied my adulthood amongst these powerful, erotic women. Naked as a child. I had never thought they'd do the same to a man. Then I recalled the other embarrassments I had to endure that first day: the shaving, the complete bathing and scrubbing as my body was inspected by a stranger, and finally and most embarrassingly, the most thorough enema of my life by an unmerciful older woman who insisted on the holding of the liquid for intermittently long periods of time. I flushed to think that David had endured it all too. Veronica then asked Christine, the lovely auburn-haired petite president to assist her. Christine fondled and masturbat- ed David as he stood in front of everyone, in front of me, while Veronica inspected and tested the sensitivity of his backside. Many comments were made about his body, about his lustfulness and how "easy" it would be to have him. More than a few mentioned that they were sure to take advantage of his trainee position for their service in the next few days. In no time at all, he was ejaculating all the come that was in him onto the conference table. The council laughed out loud as his body convulsed and shot white gobs onto the smooth wood surface. "Well David, I think you've sufficiently embarrassed your- self for now. You can go back to your room." She pulled his pants up from around his ankles and lead him to the hall for a servant to see him to his quarters. When she came back to the conference, she thanked the women for their assistance. Seeing as there was no more business on the floor, the meeting was adjourned. Veronica turned to me as everyone stood, "Clean up his mess. That's the least you can do with your pathetic weak- ness." ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/bondage-studying/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/menage-a-trois/ http://www.latinaspices.com/menage-a-trois/#comments Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:58:29 +0000 Administrator mexican porn latina porn movies free latina sex clip sexy latina sex latina sex woman http://www.latinaspices.com/menage-a-trois/ She released her grip and started shrugging off her dress. Since she was seated she could only get the top part off, and pushed me away to stand and shed the rest of it. She pulled the dress over her hips and stepped out. I was greeted by a muffled muff. Her panty hose flattening the curls of her pussy. The aroma of horny bitch permeated the air. I immediately walked over and pulled out the couch. I untied my tie and disrobed to my briefs. When I turned back, Sheila had one hand under her panty hose, frantically sinking her fingers into her cunt, glistened with love dew. She had pulled her tit up to her mouth with the other hand and was busily sucking. She knew that the sight of her sucking her tits drove me crazy. So I paused and admired the show. Her eyes were closed in concentration, and she had managed to get a large part of the breast in her mouth. I walked over to her and started massaging her other breast. It was firey hot and it only took a few seconds for the nipple to stand to attention. I poked the nipple in, then rolled it between my fingers, The tip grew moist. I massaged the areola and pushed in with two fingers and was rewarded with a glistening drop of milk which I eagerly licked up. This brought back the days after she had weened Sherrie, I had been her "second" child and nursed hungrily every night. To this day, I get the benefit of mothers milk in my coffee, ambrosia of the gods. Sheila seemed not to notice my hungry ministrations of her unoccupied tit, so engrosed was she in her own self-satisfaction. This peaked me a bit, so I released my cock, and started beating my self off in time to her fingers sinking into her pubes. Her pace picked up and I followed right along, trying to keep up with her frenzied pace. Soon she layed back in the chair, eyes still closed, and her other hand joined the fray. She spread her pussy lips and alternated between sinking her fingers deeply in her hole and violent rubbing her clit. I started cheering her on, "Rub your pussy honey. Thats right, work on your love box. Make the juices flow!" I lost myself in the description of her masterbation, she looked up to me and smiled. She spread her cunt lips so I could see her flaming box glistening through her hose and said, "Look at my love box, It's hot for you dear. I have warmed it up. Do you want to ram your hot tool deep in my cunt?" She then resumed her pummeling of her pubes, her fingers literally flew in and out of her box. The juices of her pussy making them shine. I noticed a thin stream running down between the cheaks of her ass. I pounded away on my cock. She flushed in imminent orgasm and raised her hips from the chair. Her efforts re-doubled her one hand on her clit and the other sinking up to her knucles into her hole. As she orgasmed, the shaking made her ample brests shake like jello and her whole body writhed in delight. I moved closer and aimed my cock at her hole. The pressure building in my balls had grown too much, and shot great jets of cum on her hose, more sperm than I thought possible. She collapsed onto the chair, breathing hard, and pulled her hands from beneath the hose, and started massaging my cum through them into her pussy. I bent down and removed her hands and started licking the sperm covered hose trying to get at her box. Her juices mingled with my cum was a heady mixture. She spread her legs even further so I could get at her clit and soon I hit the spot and licked her clit through the hose. The combination of sperm, spit and pussy dew ozing through the hose had me crazy, I lifted her from the chair,and threw her on the bed. I pulled her hose, and went to the top where she allowed me to tie her hands to the bed securely. I took my pants and tie from the floor and soon had her strapped spread eagle to the bed. I went into the bedroom to get the toy kit and picked up a razor from the bathroom. I was in the mood to really do it up right tonight. I selected a dildo from the assortment and turned it on. The head gently rotated and sounded like a bucnh of angry bees. I teased her by rubbing it along her thighs. I kept this up until I had her begging for more with her body. She strained against her bindings and tried to scoot down to get the object on her love spot. But I would have none of that, I teased her further my rubbing it on the hair of her pussy. Keeping the vibrator just scant millimeters form her dripping snatch. Every time she made an attempt at raising her steaming box to the dildo, I took it away for the count of fifty. It didn't take long for her to accept her torment and settle down for whatever would happen. As soon as I saw her relax, I just touched the vibrator to the lips of her pussy, her whole body turned to on mass of goose flesh. I very slowly moved the vibrator on the lips trying to keep the motion erratic. I worked my way down and when I reached her hole, started circling it. Her cunt flinched and became wetter. I spiraled to her hole and inserted the instrument slowly until it was buried to the hilt, deep in her box. Sheila began to moan and rotate her hips in time to the motions of the rotating phalus. Now for the next part of my plan. I reached over, opened a jar of joy jelly, and liberally smeared a double finger full over her pubes. I massaged it in, and soon had her writhing with delight. I then took the razor and worked purposefully at denuding her snatch. I had the top done I think before she even knew what was up, I carefully worked on her cunt lips and in no time I had her pussy naked as the day she was born. I then selected the jar of peppermint jelly, my favorite, and dribbled it on her naked pussy, then started to lick it off. There was a knock on the door. Damn who could that be, I thought. I got up and went to the door, and opened it. A woman was looking at her notes and automatically started, "My name is Nellie and I represent M.A.D.D. We are going door to door tonight asking for dona....." She had stopped talking and was standing there with her mouth open staring at my erect prick, she then looked up and saw Sheila trussed to the bed gyrating to the vibrator buried in her pussy. She looked down at my cock one more time, then surprised me. She took my prick in her hand and led me into the apartment, closing the door behind her. "It has been a long day and my feet are killing me, mind if I take a break and rest a bit here?" I didn't get a chance to answer as she quickly went to her knees and popped "Fester" in her mouth. "Tastes like you've already popped once," she said and plunged her head on my cock eagerly. I reveled in her artistry for a bit then glanced back to see if Sheila had noticed the visitor. She was lost in her own private bliss, still writhing on the bed, the tone of the vibrator had dropped a notch, the batteries must be losing it. The visitor stopped sucking me off and stood looking at Sheila's hairless pussy. Stripping as she walked over to the bed, she arrived nude and burried her face in Sheila's snatch. "Peppermint, my favorite. I love the way it makes my pussy tingle," she moaned, and re-burried her head between Sheila's thighs. I walked over and raised her hips and massaged her now dripping box. I spread her thighs a bit and inserted my prick between the lips of her pussy. As soon as she felt contact she backed furiously and impaled her snatch on my cock, burying it to my balls. I started an even rhythm, allowing her to better concentrate on Sheila's cunt. The vibrator now sounded like it was on its last legs, the batteries about drained. I watched as Nellie removed it, and inserted her hand. Slowly it disapeared into her cunt, Nellie working it in, until her hand was burried to the wrist. Sheila's eyes popped open in amazement, her mouth silently urging Nellie on. I then leaned forward to better fondle Nellies swinging tits as I fucked her hole methodically. Her breasts were not as large as Sheila's, but firm and ample none the less. When I started gently pinching them she started moaning into Sheila's snatch, giving her a great humm job. Sheila stretched to the limit by Nellies hand, was hummed to a violent orgasm, succeeding in ripping her arms loose from their bindings with her thrashing around. I pushed Nellie down onto Sheila, arranging her so I could alternately plunge in to her pussy and then Sheila's drenched snatch. Nellie involved herself in deeply kissing Nellie and massaging her tits, Sheila wrapped her now free arms around Nellie and returned the kiss. I was revelling in the difference between Nellie's and Sheila's cunts. Sheila's was fist streached, and super lubricated allowing me to sink quickly to the hilt, deep in her box. Nellie's, on the other hand, was virgin-like in it's tightness, and it took a little effort to plunge into her. Nellie's tightness finally was my undoing. It milked my cock and I finally blew my load, cumming deeply in her steaming bush. I untied Shelia's feet then, and she immediately wrapped them around Nellie's back, grinding her pussy into Nellie's as drops of cum ozzed from her box, and dripped onto Sheila's abused cunt. I left the room to their squeals of delight and got the Poloroid to record this, just to remind me that it wasn't a dream. I got some great shots of both Sheila's and Nellie's heads burried between creamy thighs, Nellie rubbing her tits on Sheila's shaved snatch, and a great shot of Sheila spraying milk onto Nellie's clit, instantly bring her to a violent orgasm. To this day, Nellie stops by regularly and we go through the album of that night, and always before the end, colapsing into each other's body, trying to top the last menage a trois... ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/menage-a-trois/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/treated-like-shit/ http://www.latinaspices.com/treated-like-shit/#comments Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:13:48 +0000 Administrator latina porn movies free latina sex movie latina sex vids sexy latina sex mature latina sex http://www.latinaspices.com/treated-like-shit/ In January of this year, I was transferred to San Diego. Since I only anticipated being here for two years at most, I decided to rent an apartment rather than go through the hassle of trying to buy a house and then re-sell it two years later. I found a place in a fairly new apartment complex in Point Loma which suited my lifestyle superbly - a third floor unit with a big kitchen, a big living room for entertaining, and a balcony that overlooked the complex' swimming pool. I'm very voyeuristic, and looked forward to being able to enjoy the human scenery at the pool when the weather warmed up. My work kept me fairly busy my first few months here, finally in mid-April things began to slack off and I found myself with a little more free time. I hadn't had the opportunity to meet many people in my apartment complex yet, so I spent a lot of my free time at home alone gazing lustfully at the many "girls next door" who began to frequent the pool. Two girls in particular always showed up at the same time each day, arriving together and leaving together. They were very friendly with each other, always talking and joking, but I never saw them converse with anyone else. One was a short brunette, with well-padded hips and thighs - a little overweight and stocky, but not flabby. Her boobs were large for her height of about 5'2", and were usually totally exposed, except for her nipples which she tried to keep covered with the skimpiest string bikini top I've ever seen. Her closely cropped hair permitted a clear view of her monumentous breasts from all angles. The bottom of the suit she usually wore was cut extremely high on the sides, barely two inches of nylon fabric came down through her crotch, covering the crack of her cushiony ass and most of her bushy pubic hairs. Whenever she turned over on the chaise lounge, or spread her legs wide enough, the sweaty pink fabric of her suit rode right up into her crack; making her pussy lips, labia, and anus plainly visible to me through the almost transparent cloth from my vantage point. Her friend, a petite Oriental girl, had almost no tits at all, but her nipples, which must have been at least an inch long, constantly protruded and looked like two dark thimbles stretching the white knit fabric of the one piece swimsuit she usually had on. Her long black hair reached down to her ass, although she usually kept it pinned to the top of her head. Her feet were very tiny and unblemished, she kept her toenails closely trimmed and always painted a bright, tasty, eye-catching red. Her olive skin was an immense contrast with her suit, making her look like a miniature geisha goddess. The two girls were obviously very friendly, as they massaged suntan oil on each other from time to time, they did it oh- so-gently...much more of a caress than a functional move to apply the oil. The Oriental girl, especially when massaging oil on the fat girl's back and thighs, always lingered a little longer than was necessary on those delicious globes of the big girl's ass..and at least once, I was sure, slipped her dainty index finger under her friend's suit and diddled her anus oh-so-lovingly. Although I didn't know anything about either girl, other than what I had seen from my balcony while playing with my cock, I convinced myself that they were probably dykes. They were never with any guys, and seemed to be too friendly to be mere acquaintances. This went on for several weeks, each day I spied on those two tasty creatures while sitting on my balcony, a beer in one hand and my dick in the other. I was too nervous to approach them; after all, they were probably gay, and I didn't want to risk a rejection. Anyhow, I was enjoying my solitary fantasizing, and I guess I didn't want to risk having my fantasies shattered either. One Saturday in mid-May, I finished work unusually early, went out on my balcony and started drinking beer a little earlier than I usually did. My two fantasy girls showed up at their appointed time and planted themselves in their usual corner of the pool area, showing me a perfect view of their gorgeous tits and asses. A little more tipsy than I usually was this early in the afternoon, I decided to go for broke and introduce myself to them, fuck the rejection...Who cares? In my semi-inebriated state, I decided I could make a better first impression if I dressed as revealingly as they did. I pulled on my white Speedo Bikini bathing suit. My cock, balls and ass cheeks were plainly visible through the thin material; my wiry pubic hairs created a dark shadow in the front of my suit. No shirt, no shoes...I went downstairs. "Hi there, my name's Greg. I just moved in a few months ago." Both girls looked up, I thought I detected a half smile and a gleam in the eyes of the Oriental girl as she looked at my face, glanced at my crotch, then quickly away. The fat girl eyed the bulge in my bathing suit steadily and unabashedly, then looked me square in the eyes. "Get lost!" she said disgustedly. I'm generally a very cooperative guy, and don't like confrontations. Usually, I would turn around and walk away if I found myself in a position like the one I was in now. But today...I guess the brew and the fantasizing about these two dolls had emboldened me. "Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly. No need to get rude." "Sure you are," retorted the fat one. "Waving your penis in our faces, advertising your wares. You're looking for a quick fuck, just like every other guy in this city. Well, you're not going to find it here. Go back to your balcony and masturbate if that's what gets you off...and don't say you don't do it, we see you every day." I was flabbergasted. I had no idea they had seen me. I must have turned twelve shades of red. "I-I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I-I-It's just that you're both so gorgeous...Your ass...and your friend's feet...I didn't know you could see...I-I-I guess I'll go now." I could tell the Oriental girl was trying hard to suppress a smile. She reached for the fat one, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear. They conferred briefly, then both started laughing. I turned to leave. "Wait!" called the fat one. "Are you really sorry?" "Yes," I hesitantly replied. "Will you do anything to make it up to us?" "Yes," I answered, a dim light beginning to flicker in my mind. "Will you do anything we tell you to...no questions asked...no matter how vulgar or dirty?" I suddenly realized that this was probably a sexual proposition. So, they were into a little master/slave play? A little S&M perhaps? I was definitely game. "Yes, I will," I asserted. "Okay," said the fat one, "my name is Gina, my friend here is Susan. We would like to have a servant to abuse - both physically and verbally - tomorrow when we go to Black's Beach. You'll do. We're not going to let you get your rocks off - your duty will be to do exactly what we tell you to do...and we're going to make you do some pretty nasty, vulgar things...all for our enjoyment. We're going to fuck you - like you want to fuck us - maybe with a dildo, or maybe we'll find some gay guy and tell him he can fuck you while we watch. At any rate, you're not to speak at all, and you must do everything we tell you to. Is that clear?" Listening to her talk, my cock had grown to it's full six inches. The bulge in my suit would surely have been visible to everyone else in the complex...thank God I was facing the girls with a wall on either side. Only they could see. I really wanted to do this. Yes, I would grovel at the feet of these two nasty creatures and do anything they said. I would gladly play the subservient role for them "Yes, Miss Gina, I'll do whatever you say." "Okay then, you wimpy asshole. Get out of here. We'll be by your apartment to pick you up at 9 o'clock sharp tomorrow. Make sure you're ready! Be prepared for some pain, you prick! Oh...come here." She motioned for me to bend my head close to hers. Assuming she wanted to whisper something nasty in my ear, I did so. I saw stars as the full force of her open palm cracked across my left cheek. "That's just a small sample of what you can expect," said Gina. "Get out of here." Rubbing my stinging face, I turned and walked away. Behind my back, I heard Gina and Susan breaking up in guffaws of laughter. My hard-on had rapidly disappeared, although a drop of pre-cum stained my bathing suit. "Wait!" Gina yelled. I turned. "Do you really want to be treated like shit?" "Yes," I responded. "Tell me you want to be treated like shit." "I want to be treated like shit." "Louder!" "I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT!" "Okay," purred Gina, "we'll treat you like shit." Back in my apartment, I ate, showered, and set my alarm for 8:30. I wanted to be sure not to miss the knock when Gina and Susan came by the next morning. BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - I reached up, hit the alarm, and parted my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30. I'll sleep a little more. Suddenly it hit me - this is Sunday! Today is the day! I jumped from bed, quickly showered, and pulled on my cut-off jeans. At 9:00 exactly there was a knock at the door. I unlocked the door, turned the knob, Gina and Susan came bursting in. "On your knees, slave!" shouted Gina. I dropped to my knees rapidly, more surprised than frightened. Susan quickly darted behind me, and planted her sandaled right foot for such a little girl. I fell forward. Gina grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. "Who told you to put on shorts, slave?" I started to reply, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Gina shouted, "Silence!" Pushing me onto my back, they pulled off my shorts, then stood me up. "To the bathroom you dirty pig!" For the next hour or so, things happened so fast I was in a daze the whole time. The girls manhandled me easily, although I made no attempt to resist. I was enjoying myself - even the humiliation and pain they subjected me to. First, they blindfolded me, put me in the bathtub and washed me with cold water...I was thoroughly clean when they finished, but my cock and balls were as shriveled and small as a prune. The next thing I know, I was bent over the side of the tub and felt a greased finger entering my asshole. I didn't mind - it felt great - suddenly, it was removed and replaced with something much harder...and longer...it violated my rectum, and as my bowels began to fill with warm water I realized that they had brought an enema with them. I was very bloated when they finally removed the nozzle, they made me hold the liquid in until I was grimacing with the effort, at last I was allowed to expel the fluid. Finally considering me clean, they removed the blindfold. Gina produced a rubber butt plug - only about 3 inches long, but about 2 inches in diameter. After making me such on it for a while, she inserted it in my anus and made me put on a pair of tight, french-cut nylon panties - which rode right up in the crack of my ass - to hold the butt plug in place. Gina announced, "That will stretch and prepare your asshole for what's to come, slave. You are not going to cum at all. If you touch yourself, or ejaculate for any reason...there will be hell to pay. Do you understand?" She punctuated her question with a firm squeeze on my shriveled balls, I meekly nodded in the affirmative. With that, I was ordered to put on sneakers, gym shorts, and a T-shirt; and was led downstairs to their waiting van for the drive to the beach. In the van, I was immediately ordered to remove all my clothes again...except for the butt plug and panties. Gina drove, while Susan removed her shorts, spread her lovely legs while lounging on the sleeper in the back of the van, and ordered me to chow down. Quickly obliging, I reveled in the taste and texture of her tight, pink lipped Oriental cunt. Her pubes were closely trimmed, very dark and wiry; her clit was large red nodule which protruded from the thin lips of her labia. I tongued and slurped her delicious cunt the entire 30 minute drive to the beach, very pleased to be able to make Susan orgasm at least three times that I noticed. Whenever I slowed, or didn't lick in the right place, Susan would reach down and paddle my ass with a sandal, or push on the butt plug; which now had performed it's function by loosening my sphincter muscles significantly. Gina watched the show in the rear-view mirror, from time to time telling Susan to give me an extra slap for her or ordering me to slap myself. By the time we pulled into the sandy parking lot at Black's Beach, my ass was a nice shade of red, my anus was very loose, and my cock was as hard and as stiff as a pole. "So, you enjoyed that did you, you worm?" said Gina, squeezing my cock. "Put these on." She proffered a pair of flimsy women's jogging shorts, with no lining, which were too small for me. Pulling them on, I found myself with half of my reddened ass cheeks hanging out, my engorged cock plainly visible through the thin material. Susan then fastened a leather dog collar around my neck. "You will wear this all day," she stated, "everyone will know that you are our slave. Put on your shoes and let's go." Feeling like a fool wearing only the tight shorts, shoes and dog collar; my two mistresses led me down the steep trail leading the the beach. As soon as we hit the beach, Gina and Susan shed all their clothes and ordered me to do the same. I was finally able to remove the panties and the butt plug, only the dog collar had to stay. The beach was sparsely populated this early in the morning, Gina and Susan ordered me to stand with my hands at my sides while they fingered each other's pussies in front of me and watched my stiff cock bob in the breeze. Tiring of this amusement, Susan said to Gina, "Let's find a good spot to set up for the day." "I know just the place," replied Gina. "Let's go." The two girls began walking north along the beach, whispering to each other and occasionally glancing back at me mischievously. Trailing them, I was enjoying the sight of those two delicious bare asses and the sensation of the sun and the breeze on my skin. Gina led us to a spot about one-half mile up the beach where big rocks came down the side of the cliff to the sand. During high tide, the surf lapped right up to these boulders; during low tide, like it was now, the rocks created convenient alcoves for people to lie in and not be seen by passer-by until they were directly in front of them. This was also the area where many of the gays who came to Black's Beach liked to hang out. Spreading their beach towels on the sand in one of the alcoves, Gina and Susan ordered me to lie on my stomach with my feet toward the ocean and my legs spread. With a bottle of baby oil, they thoroughly oiled my backside from neck to toe - paying particular attention to my enlarged anus. "You're almost ready, slave. We just need to make one more preparation," giggled Susan. Picking up one of her sandals, she began to paddle my already glowing backside. When she was finally satisfied that she had attained the right color, my ass stung. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that it was a bright, fiery red; glowing with baby oil. Gina and Susan then positioned themselves on either side of me, sitting and facing the ocean. "Now all we do is wait," said Gina. I was facing the side of the cliff, and was not allowed to turn around or look behind me. With my legs spread, my stretched asshole and bright red ass facing toward the surf, I felt very vulnerable...but very excited. I didn't know what these two crazy girls had in mind, but I was sure it was going to be fun. A few minutes later, I heard some people approaching along the beach. As the voices came nearer and nearer, Gina and Susan each placed a hand in the crack of my ass, and pulled my cheeks apart as widely as they could. As stretched as my anus had been by the butt plug, I knew it must look as big as a juice glass to whoever was passing by. With my face in the beach towel, I realized that my cock was hard...I was going to be a faceless exhibitionist who would be ogled by strangers in passing! The voices suddenly stopped behind me. "Hi," shouted Susan, "nice day for the beach." "Sure is," replied a male voice "Nice ass you have there," giggled a female voice. Gina and Susan both laughed. Gina ran her finger around the rim of my asshole. "This is our slave. We're showing him off." The two voices laughed, along with Gina and Susan, then moved on down the beach. The girls resumed their vigil. This went on for a couple of hours, about 15 times my cheeks were stretched wide while people passed by; male, female, singles and groups. If the passer-by didn't say anything, Susan would shout a greeting to them, making sure that each one lingered a little behind me to look at my ass. In between people, Susan would paddle my ass a little more to retain it's color or apply more baby oil if necessary. Gina had brought a cooler of beer, they both sipped beer while having their fun and even allowed me to have a few sips. My cock remained hard the whole time - I found that I was really enjoying this unusual exhibitionistic game. Someone else was approaching, again the girls stretched my ass cheeks apart so wide I could fee the ocean breeze in my anus. "Hi," said Gina, "nice day." "It's getting better by the minute," replied a deep male voice. "What have you two girls got there?" "Oh, this is just our slave," answered Susan. "We're showing off his ass to whoever wants to look. See how nice and red it is?" "That is nice," said the voice, "and such a tasty looking asshole, too. I think it's probably big enough for this." I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but I definitely heard the sounds of some guy flogging his dong. Gina and Susan were in hysterics. "I don't know," said Gina. "That's pretty big. Our slave needs a good fucking, though. Why not give it a try?" I was about to jump up and leave, but thought better of it. I was really turned on by the conversation that had just transpired, but I had never been fucked by someone I didn't know. What about disease? Apparently sensing my hesitation, Susan withdrew a condom from her bag. "You'll have to put this on that big monster," she said. "We have to make sure we keep our slave clean." Gina and Susan stood up and moved in front of me to get a good view of my face. "You'd better enjoy this slave," said Gina. "You wanted to fuck us so badly yesterday...let's see how much you like being fucked." Rough hands spread my legs apart even further, and parted my cheeks. I felt the tip of his cock being rubbed against the outside of my well-oiled asshole, suddenly he thrust the full length of his manhood into my rectum. I bit my lip. His penis was no bigger around than the dildo that had already loosened my anus; but the length! He must have been at least 8 inches long! After a few pumps, I no longer felt any pain, and began to enjoy the sensation of being fucked immensely. And I didn't know who he was or what he looked like! My cock was as hard as the one in my ass, with each thrust he drove my cock into Susan's beach towel which was supported by the soft sand. Gina and Susan seemed to be enjoying the show immensely, they began to kiss and fondle each other's tits and pussies while watching the stiff dick being pushed in and out of my ass. Watching the girls, I realized that I was about to cum. The combination of seeing those two beautiful creatures fingering their twats and having a hard cock filling my ass was more than I could bear. Suddenly, my visitor stopped thrusting, and let out a load groan with his dick planted up to his balls in my asshole. As he came, I climaxed simultaneously, spurting puddles of creamy white jism all over Susan's beach towel. Susan and Gina, fingering each other's clits furiously, also began to squeal with pleasure as they orgasmed along with us. Our male visitor withdrew his rubber encased appendage from my anus with a slurping sound, thanked the girls for their generosity, and departed the way he had come. Susan scolded me severely for having cum on her beach towel, with a sandal she again began to slap my ass cheeks vigorously. "As punishment for what you have done, you slime," said Gina, "we're going to find a bigger cock to fuck you...you'll really feel this one. And this time, we won't even let you hear his voice so you won't know when it's coming." With that, she withdrew a Walkman Radio from her bag and placed the headphones over my ears, turning the volume up load on a Rock station; I could no longer hear anything or anyone behind me. My cock began to stiffen again in anticipation of what was to come. Shifting my head to get more comfortable, I bumped the radio and lost the station...the static in my ears was very loud...BUZZ-BUZZ- BUZZ BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ- I reached up, hit the alarm, and parted my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30. I'll sleep a little more. Suddenly it hit me - this is Sunday! Today is the day! I jumped from bed, quickly showered, and pulled on my cut-off jeans. At 9:00, I was waiting breathlessly by the door. Nothing happened...9:30...10:00...10:30. I realized I had been stood up. I went out on my balcony and began to sip beer while watching the pool. At about 11:30, on my way to the kitchen to get another beer, I noticed an envelope that had been slid under the door. Picking it up and ripping it open, I read: Greg, Susan and I decided to make other plans for today. You said you wanted to be treated like shit - now you've been treated like shit. Hope you enjoyed it. ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/treated-like-shit/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/repairmans-treat/ http://www.latinaspices.com/repairmans-treat/#comments Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:27:56 +0000 Administrator mamasitas naked muchachas free latina sex clip latina maid sex http://www.latinaspices.com/repairmans-treat/ "Would you like a cup of coffee" she asked. "Not right now -- maybe later." She directed him to the dishwasher, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table across from him. As the man worked she noticed his small ass and broad shoulders. While he wasn't extremely tall, he was well proportioned. She thought about how she had awakened her lover Bob the night before and how he had eaten her for hours. How she loved to have her pussy sucked. Just thinking about it made her begin to get wet between her thighs. She wondered if the repair man could tell what was happening to her... wondered if he could smell her animal odor as she became aroused. The dishwasher repair man was sitting on the floor working on the broken appliance but couldn't help notice her long tanned legs. She had crossed her legs and her robe had parted up to her thigh. She knew what he was thinking. Their eyes didn't meet but she knew what was going to happen. She decided to sit Indian-style. Pushing the robe between her legs, she watched as the repair man tried to continue repairing the dishwasher. The thought of an early morning fuck was always a turn-on for her. The thought of fucking a complete stranger excited her even more. So she let the robe ride up on her legs. "Can I take you up on that cup of coffee now?" the repair man asked. "Certainly," she said, rising out of the seat she letting her robe climb even higher towards her waist. As she walked close to him he could smell her musky female odor. She saw the bulge in his pants. He's getting hard, she thought. She poured the coffee and bent down to give it to him knowing her robe would part and he'd have a lovely view of her breasts. "Thank you," he said smiling and looking at her breasts. She smiled back and said, "Oh I'm sure it'll be worth it." He put the coffee down on the floor and pulled her towards him -- his hands grasping her ass cheeks under the robe. He kissed her lips..kissed her neck..kissed her ears. He lifted the robe and slowly touched her wetness. He moved down to kiss her breasts. Opened her robe and let it fall off her shoulders. Moved his face further down passed her stomach to her cunt. "Oh," she whispered, spreading her legs so he could taste more. They moved to the kitchen table. She still had her robe on but it was hiked above her waist and her tits were hanging out. The repair man was massaging them as he continued to eat her. "Oh, that feels so good!" she said as she reached for the front of his pants. She unbuttoned them, pulled them down and started slowly pulling his cock up and down. "Stick it in me. Fuck me now," she said. The repair man obliged. He had a thick cock -- thicker than her lover's and about the same size. But since the repair man was shorter than Bob, his cock looked bigger in proportion to the rest of his body. "Oh you're big, aren't you," she said as he inserted his cock into her juicy cunt. She had spread her legs wide on the kitchen table to accomodate his cock and now he was slowly moving in and out of her hot twat in a circular motion. "Oh god, that feels so good," she said. "And so do you," he whispered. She reached down to her clit and rubbed it as the repair man started moving faster. "I'm close," she said. And then, "Now, I'm coming! Oh, I'm still coming! More!" The repair man was starting to breathe harder and she knew he was getting close. "Make me come again!" she yelled as her body moved with the same circular motion the repair man had been using. "Now!" he yelled. The repair man started licking her tits. She was still ready for more fucking. She grabbed the repair man's limp cock and started sucking it. It didn't take long and he was hard again. She continued sucking and soon the repair man said, "I'm gonna come. Take it all now." She started making circular motions with the guy's cock in her mouth and he yelled, "Here we go!" She took it all, smiled at him. He moved over to the kitchen sink and found a paper towel. He cleaned himself off and zippered his pants. She felt wonderful. "About the dishwasher..." He smiled back and said, "You just had a spoon caught in the rotor. Its fine now." She insisted on paying him the service charge -- $25 -- and as she wrote out the check he put his hand under her robe. "You've got to stop now," she said. He smiled and just keep rubbing her clit. Pretty soon, she started moaning and he brought her off again-- this time just with his hand. "I've got to go, but if you ever need me again, here's my number," he said as he handed her a receipt for the check... ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/repairmans-treat/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-chicks-in-rope-bondage/ http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-chicks-in-rope-bondage/#comments Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:08:14 +0000 Administrator mamasitas latina sex movie free latina sex clip latina maid sex sexy latina sex http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-chicks-in-rope-bondage/ Fernando was the last thought from Stacy's mind at the present. As she stumbled down the jungle road, she tried to look over at Katrina, being pulled along beside her with her own hands tied tightly behind her back, but Katrina, too, was paralyzed with fear, and was afraid to look over at her fellow captor for fear of reprimand from her captors. After several hundred yards, and after a bend in the road, the quartet approached an army jeep. One of the men took a knife and cut the cord that joined their throats, and allowed the noose around their necks, and the cord attached dangle as a handle. The elegantly clad Stacy and the simply clad Katrina were helped in, with Stacy in the back seat and Katrina in the front seat. The man who had done the tight tying drove, and the man with the gun took the back seat with Stacy. The girls' ankles were tightly lashed together in a crossed position, in a manner that any excess movement would cause pain, but they were not gagged. With their bound hands and tied legs and no seatbelts, Stacy and Katrina found it difficult to maintain their balance in the open roofed jeep. They each feared that they might be thrown from the speeding jeep while rounding a turn. They were driven for mile after mile. The mountain wind blew against their faces and through their hair. Their captors were silent. In the back seat, the man who sat with Stacy kept a respectful distance from her, and in fact even once steadied her by holding her elbow as the jeep rounded a particularly dangerous curve. The driver was too busy with the mountain road to bother much with the tied Katrina, who had to cope the best she could, by turning her legs toward the driver, and sitting sideways with her bound hands toward the outside of the jeep. They approached the top of one of the many small mountains, smaller cousins of the great Rocky Mountains further north, and Stacy and Katrina both saw a city below with lights over a wide area. The driver stopped the car. The man in the backseat pulled a ball gag out of his bag and pulled Stacy over by forming a ponytail of Stacy's hair with his hand and pulling her over. He was rather rough with her, although she showed no signs of non-compliance, and he lifted the ball up to her mouth. She opened wide to receive it, and he placed it behind her teeth. He then pulled both the leather straps around her head and buckled them under her hair. Then he handed a gag to the driver to affix on Katrina. Knowing she had no choice, she leaned over toward him with her mouth open. He strapped the gag around her face and buckled the strap under her long dark hair. Katrina gnawed on the gag to adjust it in her mouth. The jeep slowly started and began driving at a slow speed through the outskirts of the city. There were not many people on the street, and those that were did not really seem concerned about the four figures on the jeep. If they had been able to see that the two girls were thoroughly trussed up and gagged, they did not so indicate, either out of fear or indifference. They pulled up to a warehouse-type of building, and the two men got out and went inside, leaving their two prisoners in the jeep. Katrina looked back at Stacy desperately, and Stacy returned her panicked glance, but thus trussed, there was nothing that either of them could do. The street appeared deserted, and they could not have called out even if there were anyone on the street. A few feeble attempts to move to a position where she could get at Katrina's wrist bonds left Stacy with sore wrists and ankles, frustrated, and breathing heavily through her nose over her mouth-filling black ball gag. Katrina tried to say something in Spanish through her gag, and Stacy tried to say "What," but even if they were not gagged, they could not effectively communicate with each other, and since they were, they could not effectively communicate with any potential rescuers. Three men came out of the warehouse, different from the men who had taken them in the wilderness and delivered them so effectively restrained. One man, reaching into the backseat, grabbed Stacy roughly and with quick hands and evaluated the manner in which she had been trussed up. Seeing that her legs were tied, he pulled out a knife, and expertly cut the thin cords that had been knotted so many times around and between her ankles. He pulled her from the jeep, and seeing that a thin cord hung as a convenient handle from her throat, he wrapped the cord around his fist as a throttle. Katrina was subjected to much the same procedure, and the two were lead into the warehouse. As the prisoners were lead through the building, business-like office hallways gave way to cavernous darkness, and then to a dingy small storage area. They were taken through a door, and both Katrina and Stacy were shocked and terrified to see a space of prison cells. They could not tell how many, but there were more than five, there maybe were ten or more. As they were lead past, Stacy caught a glance of another young woman, with long dark hair, in an evening gown, with black kid leather gloves, lying hogtied and sobbing wildly on the floor of a cell. She imagined that this unfortunate woman had been taken at some formal affair. An evening of glamour had become for her a lifetime of hopeless bondage. Wanting to stop and see, she turned her head and was rewarded by a stinging tug on the thin cord tied to her neck. Both women, in their bonds, were photographed. First they were photographed with their gags in place, then the gags were removed, and they photographed without them. About twenty pictures were taken of each woman, from different angles, with close ups and full body shots. ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/latin-chicks-in-rope-bondage/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/mind-controlling-slutty-latina/ http://www.latinaspices.com/mind-controlling-slutty-latina/#comments Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:53:44 +0000 Administrator latina sex mexican porn free latina sex movie latina oral sex latina sex woman http://www.latinaspices.com/mind-controlling-slutty-latina/ She wore a halter top, which could barely halt her. Her saucy midriff was exposed for everyone to see and her navel was cute. Her shorts were tight enough to reveal the V-shape where her flat tummy tucked up between her legs. She had straight sun-bleached hair that rested gently on her back and also fell forward onto her chest. She would often fling it over her shoulder to get it out of her eyes, or would nervously twist a strand with one hand. When she would stop to look at something, she would place one foot pointing forward and place the other far away and at right angles, pointing to the side, then she would shift her weight back and forth as though she were fidgeting. She did this absentmindedly. It came naturally to her and girls like her. She did not realize that it was sexy: that he could enjoy a frontal view of one leg while admiring the other at profile, and that with her legs thus widely separated, he could spy the creamy insides of her thighs. At other times she would stand with her feet close together under her, then randomly roll one or both of her ankles out so the weight was borne by the outside edge of the foot. Had she known it, each time she did this, her smooth knees parted and the light-colored wrinkly soles of her feet could be seen. Her face was not cute; actually she had done her face up in a sassy way. It was quite bold of this woman to wear such a haughty expression. She was shopping with her mother. The two did not seem to be getting along. Her mother was dressed conservatively and looked uptight. The girl looked impatient, as though she longed to get back in the company of her peers. The girl somehow sensed that she was being ogled. She whirled around and caught him staring at her. Then she gave him a sharp cold look, tossed her proud head, and minced away down the aisle. His tiger eyes followed the flouncing hair and sandal-strapped legs, and he decided then and there that he wanted her in the worst way, and that he was going to get her. He was going to stop the world, and have his way with her. He did not know anyone else who could do it, nor did he know why he was gifted with it. He had discovered and performed it on a small scale when he was a child, and he had practiced it often since then. He hadn't done it in a large public place before but he felt confident that day. He squinted his eyes, clenched his fists, and concentrated. He visualized his chest as a sponge that should be squeezed and released according to a certain pattern he'd discovered. Over the course of the next three minutes, while she moved on with her mom, looking idly at things on the store shelves, he collected tons of pressure in his chest. Then he stuck out his arms and spread his fingers in all different directions, and let go. A bolt flashed down his arms and rayed out from his fingers. The world stopped. There was complete silence. People stood like mannequins, frozen in the midst of action, with open but unseeing eyes. The aisles, the check-out lines, and the parking lot were all populated with statues of people in suspended animation. Water squirting from the drinking fountain stood perfectly still as though a strobe had captured the image. He had stopped everything, but he had purposefully excluded himself and the girl. He had left her conscious, but in a daze. It did not occur to her to be surprised or to rationalize the strange dream world. She was looking around at the frozen figures of people. He walked to her and faced her. In her eyes, he appeared to be a handsome lord of power and magic. He did not speak to her, he just looked into her eyes, and she understood. She was to swoon and allow him to penetrate her, as any girl would. He considered being really sweet to her; taking her to some comfortable nest and giving her a back-rub and cuddles before making love with her. But her sassy attitude had changed his mind about that. He got the idea to pork her right there in the store. It seemed outlandish and terribly exciting. He decided to just do it right away. He came forward and squeezed her tits through her top, then he put his hand right down her pants to feel her pubic (public?) hairs. She gazed into his face and endured his handling. He helped her take off her clothes. He had fun untying the ribbons from around her ankles and removing her sandals, exposing her dainty feet, while she popped off her top and released her pert breasts. He helped her wiggle out of her shorts, then he lowered her panties and slipped them one at a time over her slender ankles. He caught a slight scent of young cunt and he was instantly hard and erect. He asked her to help him get undressed. She was willing to do all the work taking his clothes off, and soon they were both standing naked right there in aisle 15B, the one with the cosmetics and the feminine hygiene products. He wanted her doggy-style because that was the most animalistic. He told her to wait there in the aisle by her frozen mother. He walked naked through the crowds of silent people, waving a stiff boner in front of him. He found two folding chairs in the outdoor furniture department and carried them back. She was blushing with embarrassment at having been left alone, naked in public. He set up the chairs side by side and arranged the nude teenage girl on them. He placed her left knee on the left chair and her right knee on the right chair, so her legs were spread wide. He showed her how to hold onto the chair-backs with her hands, and how to lean forward so her pussy stuck out. She waited nervously in that position. She felt like a child in a doctor's office, who must take off her pants and hold still "like a good girl", even though she knows the bastard is planning to stick something in her. Before he plugged his boner into her, he stood back and admired the whole scene in his mind. This was a memory to cherish. He was fully erect and horny, and this teenage babe with the tan legs and cherry ass was propped up on chairs, obediently waiting to be stuffed. Her lacy sandals were strewn on the floor nearby, and he anticipated fondling her small two-tone feet during the time he was plugged into her. Her stodgy mother and some frozen strangers were looking on with blank expressions, and the room was completely silent. He licked his finger and stuck it in her. She was very tight; probably a virgin. She was giddy with his finger being in her, and she was trembling and breathing hard. He lubricated his shaft with some saliva because he wanted to completely penetrate her with one thrust. He approached her and placed the head of his cock at her slit. He pushed hard, and his cock slid just barely beyond the inner lips. Both of them were extremely excited, and he could feel some slight pinching contractions in her pussy as it gripped his tip. He pushed harder and looked down to watch with delight as his sensitive instrument disappeared into that most private area between her lovely buns. The store was so silent that he could hear small glicky- sticky noises as her pussy stretched open and his meat went in. When it was sunk to the hilt, a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment overwhelmed them both. She felt like a popsicle on a stick, completely stuffed, and she never wanted the feeling to end. His sensation was extreme: as though a blow-torch of pleasure was playing up and down his cock. They wallowed like that in perfect bliss for two or three minutes, but he knew he wasn't going to last. His orgasm approached, and he gave up trying to hold back. He pumped quickly several times to put maximum emphasis on it, then he came like mad, depositing ribbons of sperm deep within the young girl. He stayed inside her for several more minutes, pumping gently. Finally, when he started to go soft, he pulled out. He lifted her off the chairs and stood her up. There were tears on her cheek and imprints on her knees from the chairs, and sperm leaked down her thigh, but she looked happy. He hugged her and held her for awhile. He stepped back, swirled his hands in front of him like a fast swim-stroke, then suddenly spread his arms wide. There was a flash, then the world returned to normal and continued on from the point when he had stopped it. There she was, dressed and uneffected, doing her absentminded foot-dance while looking at items on the shelves. Her mother was there, lecturing her about her grades, as usual. It was as though nothing had happened. She did not have any sperm in her. But as he passed by, he caught her eye and held it. She gave a little gasp of apprehension. This stranger she had caught staring at her legs moments before: she now felt that she knew him in a secret and nasty way. He stood right next to her and she did not move away. He reached out with one hand and fondled her ass gently for four whole seconds. She did not flinch, but instead she actually took the touch as a caress. Her mother was furious, but was too confused by her daughter's reaction to speak for the moment. He turned and walked away, but before he disappeared around the last corner, he looked back and gave her an evil grin. She waved good-bye with a yearning and bewildered expression on her face. ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/mind-controlling-slutty-latina/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/latina-slave/ http://www.latinaspices.com/latina-slave/#comments Thu, 19 Jun 2008 11:07:52 +0000 Administrator latinas teen girls naked muchachas latina teen sex free latina sex movie latina maid sex http://www.latinaspices.com/latina-slave/ She told the others to just sit back and relax awhile while the others would demonstrate all their fantasies out on me. She wanted them to fully savor every moment that was next on the agenda, and at the same time see what their fantasies looked like being lived out. "Ready girls?", she asked, looking at the other women. They both nodded, and all three of them began stripping out of their clothes. When they had removed their outer garments they were all dressed in black lace bras and satin garter belts and hose. The women walked back and forth amongst themselves and their own breasts rubbed up against each others backs, causing each of their own nipples to harden. One of the women reached up and squeezed her own tit and she let out a "Oh!". I knew this woman was already aroused. They were already wearing their black five-inch spiked heels, and they all looked like three She-Devils to me! "Oh - first off let's get that tube out of her and get her down from there", she instructed. She walked up behind me and I could feel her grab the end of the tube. I felt it turn and then she pulled with one firm solid jerk. But it came and it felt like part of me did also! I tried hard to scream, but it turned out to be just another muffled groan because of the gag. She told the other two bitches to let my legs loose and one of them to get the spreader bar that was leaning in the corner. When my legs were loose she got the one with the spreader to help her fasten it with straps up between my knees. It was about thirty inches or so wide, and it was enough to keep my legs spread wide apart. At that point, she untied the rope and lowered me to the floor. Hell, it felt good to have both my feet touch the floor again! She didn't let my arms completely hang down, just enough for me to be on the floor. But after hanging there for that long I appreciated even that little bit of rest for my weary body. Looking over at her husband, the Mistress of the House asked, "Honey, would you like to see anything in particular?" "Yes", he said, "I've always wondered what it would be like if I had you like that with a thin belt in my hand whipping your bum until you begged for me to stop." "Whatever you want, Honey", she said, "After all, this is your party." The Mistress of the House then said, "And you Slut, call him Master from now on!" She reached up to the back of my head and unfastened the strap that held my gag. She walked over to her husband and took the belt he had removed and walked back to me. Looking me straight in the face, she said, "You'd better make this good for the Master!" Stepping behind me, she started to whip me with his belt. It was thin and every stroke she made felt like it was cutting into me. She kept it up, hitting me a bit harder each time. Finally I had to ask her to please stop, but she kept on hitting me on my bum and whipping me until I knew what she wanted. I again begged her to stop! When I finally agreed to what I knew she wanted she finally stopped. She laid the belt down and drew her finger through her vulva as she fingered herself at bit. She inched over closer to me and stuck her pussy in my face for me to service. I could smell the musk of her slit as to moved in front of me and pressed her clitoris to my mouth. Her clitty was hard as I moved my tongue up and down the length of her entire hairy pussy. She began undulating her hips as she shoved her vulva up harder against my mouth, almost choking me in her bid for a climax. Then, she reached down and started rubbing my titties as she squeezed my nipples roughly. My breasts hurt after all the rough treatment she had given me. The descenitizing gel she used earlier had long since worn off and my breasts were really starting to hurt. I could tell that she was getting ready to climax by the way she was pulling my hair was pushing her clit into my face. I kept running my tongue and flicking her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore and as she climaxed her orgasm. I tongued her more until I saw her juices running down the length of her thighs as she stepped back. Then she moved over to her husband. She began by sucking his hairy balls running her tongue all over as she sucked them one at a time in her mouth. She grabbed his ramrod and held it back as she placed her hand beneath his balls. Taking one ball at a time while squeezing his sac and fully to mouthed each one with a zest. As her sucking continued her hand began to massage his cock until she he got an erection. Now his cock was totally hard as she let go and got up. "Anything else, Honey?", she asked her husband, as she wiped off her lips with her hand. "Yes, just call me Master from now on," he said. "Yes Mistress", he replied, "Now that you've been serviced, may I also get my cock sucked a bit more from the Slut?" "By all means, Love!", she answered, and began letting the rope down all the way. My hands were still bound together as she walked me over by my ropes over to the Master. Standing, he said, "No, not like this. I want her over there, where everyone can watch!" "Where Master", his wife asked. "Move the table out in the middle of the room where it was this afternoon, and I'll show you what I mean", he said. The other two women helped slide over the table. "Now what Master", his wife asked. "I saw this in a X-rated movie once", he said. "Put her on the table on her back, with her head hanging off this end." They lead me over and got me up on the table with my head leaning and jutting backwards off the edge so it was hanging down. "Now, tie her hands to the bottom of the table legs, and pull her head and shoulders down as far as they'll go", he instructed. They did just as he said and I was now on the table with my head bent down as looking up at the ceiling. He walked over to me with his erection high up in the air bringing holding his huge cock. He stood there and glanced down at me! As I looked up at him, past that monster of a dick he had, he said in a deep soft voice, "Bitch, I am going to Fuck your tonsils out of your ass." That's when he told me to open my mouth wide and he started to shove that huge thing in past my lips. My head was bent so he was actually pushing his shaft down and into my throat and I couldn't get away from it. I had to take every motion that he made as I held it between my lips. I started to choke and I couldn't breathe. Rhythmically, he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth until I felt his strokes starting to get longer and faster. He kept it up until he started cumming. He pulled his cock out and started jerking himself off by hand and was going to pop off right in the air when one of the other bitches yelled out. "Not on the floor, it will stain, that's what the Slut is for!" So he stuck his cock back in my mouth and with his finger tips he milked his cock head back and forth until every last drop of his hot jism spurted forth in my mouth. He kept his cock head just inside my lips until I swallowed every last drop he erupted. Damn, I hated the taste of his cum, but he knew I had to swallow it or not even breathe at all. I finished him off by cleaning off the tip of his penis with my tongue as I savored all his cum. He walked back to his chair with his dick soft now, muttering to himself that I had just given him the best head he ever had. His wife, or "The Bitch", as I will call her from now on, asked the other two men if they wanted some good head. One of them said, "I would like to try it with her upside down," and the other woman said, "Sure, why not?" So the other one came over with his zipper down, cock in hand and I went through it one more time. Sucked him off and I swallowed every drop before he would let me breathe. After he went back to his chair the Bitch said to me that so far I was doing just fine, but the good stuff was yet to come. I didn't know what she meant, and really didn't want to, but I knew that I was quickly going to find out. Hell, the Bitch popped off and said, "On with the show", then the Master got up and came over to her. He said, "Hey why not wait about an hour or so...I mean let her loose and let her roam around to sort of loosen up. After all we have her all night and there is only the three of us." "Well my Dear", she said, "If that's what you want - but I want her hands fastened behind her at the least." "O.k", he replied, "But she needs some sort of a break or we'll quickly burn her out." At that point she looked over at the other two women and told them to fasten my hands behind me and let me loose and put me down. When I was standing on the floor I looked over at the Master never saying a word, but trying to thank him with my eyes. I didn't feel so bad about giving him head now after what he just did for me. Maybe he wasn't that bad of a guy! ]]> http://www.latinaspices.com/latina-slave/feed/ http://www.latinaspices.com/a-sexy-necklace/ http://www.latinaspices.com/a-sexy-necklace/#comments Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:38:30 +0000 Administrator latina porn movies latina teen pictures free latina sex clip latina sex woman http://www.latinaspices.com/a-sexy-necklace/ "Can I help you?" It was Sue Austin, jewelry designer, and she was certainly dressed for the hot day. "Alex would like that," I thought. I felt a mix of annoyance and envy as I noticed how little she wore, just a pair of very short and very frayed cutoff jeans and two small triangles of leather over her breasts. "I'm Elizabeth Arnold, we talked on the phone," I said. I'd gotten her business card at an art fair a year ago after I noticed the ankle bracelet she wore. It was the stuff of my fantasy, an unbroken gold hoop, welded closed. It had taken me most of the past year to get up the courage to dial the number on her card. "Ah," she said, and motioned for me to follow her. The shop was small, with a neat display of her somewhat eccentric jewelry on the walls and in one large display case. I followed her into the back room, a cramped combination of workshop and storeroom. We talked about what I wanted. She showed me the different sizes of stock we could use, told me the costs, and discussed the methods. A chill went through me when she explained silver soldering. It wasn't welding, but it did involve a flame that could sear flesh held only inches from my body. She demonstrated how she could do the soldering safely by building a heat shield on her bare thigh and playing a torch over it. The shield was surprisingly simple, a dry cotton towel over her thigh, then a sheet of heavy aluminum foil, a vapor barrier, she explained, then a wet towel, and then a sheet of copper. After I selected the stock I wanted, a half-inch oval tube, I watched while she bent it into a circle of the right size using some kind of rolling machine, then cut and dressed the ends and fit a splint made of silver into the joint. We cooperated in the job of springing the gold circle over my head, and then I pulled my hair up and sat on a chair, leaning forward while she worked the layers of a heat shield into place between the back of my neck and the gold ring. While she worked, she explained what she was doing. It took her longer to arrange the heat shield than to silver solder the joint in my new necklace, but she spent even more time afterwards, working with a file and then some kind of power tool to polish the newly soldered joint. And then she was done; I looked at my watch, and saw that I'd been there for less than half-an-hour. The best way I can describe my feelings as she removed the towel from over my head is to say that I felt high. I tossed my hair back where it belonged, and then we went back to the front half of the shop so I could look at myself in the mirror. The still-warm ring of gold around my neck weighed more than a few ounces, but it felt good hanging loosely at my collar bone. I couldn't see any evidence of the newly soldered joint until she pointed it out to me, and then I paid her the fairly steep price we'd agreed to. Driving home, I couldn't help fingering my new necklace. The feel of it around my neck fascinated me to the point that it was almost erotic. It had started as a private fantasy of mine, but now, it was very real. What would Alex think? What would the kids think? I asked myself these questions for what seemed to be the thousandth time, but this time, I didn't have to remind myself of the answer. It didn't matter. I'd done this for me, not for him! I'd fantasized about permanent jewelry for years. The idea had grown on me from just one fantasy among many to the point where I couldn't resist it. There were times when I wondered if it was an appropriate fantasy for a middle-class housewife, but I knew that my doubts were silly. I'd finally decided that the whole question was wrong. There isn't any such thing as an inappropriate fantasy, as long as it's just a fantasy, and the social norms that dictate what a middle-class housewife should wear are silly. Now, I'd declared my independance from those norms; it was time for me to lead my life the way I wanted. I drove up the driveway to our empty house, parked the car, and walked up to the door. Alex was at work and the kids were away, so I had the place to myself. As I came inside, I saw myself in the hallway mirror and stopped to look. The gold ring around my neck was pretty, resting lightly on my collarbone, just inside the neck opening of my T-shirt. I looked pretty good in the mirror. Somehow, the ring around my neck made me look at myself in a way I don't think I'd ever seen myself before. I saw myself as almost a stranger; I saw a woman such as I'd imagined but never dared imitate. I liked what I saw. My T-shirt and shorts showed off my arms and legs nicely, but something bothered me, my bra. I could see it outlined through the fabric of the T-shirt, and even though that's how I've always looked when I wear a T-shirt, I realized that I didn't like it. It would be better to see bare nipples outlined through the thin fabric than to see the marvel of engineering that is a bra. I walked to the bedroom wondering about my bra. I was so used to the feeling of a bra that I hadn't thought much about it. Why was I wearing it? I was so used to it that I didn't notice the discomfort, but it wasn't really comfortable. It was supposed to support my breasts, but my breasts don't need supporting. They'd always been too small, even when I breastfed the kids. I was wearing a bra because my mother had started me wearing a bra back before my breasts started growing; I wore it because social convention dictated that middle class housewives always wear a bra and because I'd never wanted to be identified with the hippies and feminists of decades ago who didn't wear bras. In the bedroom, I took off my T-shirt and bra, then looked at myself in the mirror and admired the gold ring around my neck once again. It looked good against my bare flesh, far better than it had looked with my T-shirt next to it, and it seemed natural for me to slip off the shorts and panties I was wearing to see what I looked like posing nude. I stood in front of the mirror, hands on bare hips, then cupped a breast in my hand and grinned at myself. I don't think I've really taken a hard look at my naked body since I was in junior high, and again, it was as if I was looking at a stranger, a new woman. She looked OK. The woman I saw had breasts that were small, but not too small, she was thin but not skinny. I saw a woman who I suddenly realized had the potential to be beautiful. I couldn't remember really feeling beautiful, not ever, and it was almost a shock. What kind of clothing should this woman wear? I wasn't sure, but the thought struck me that she was the kind of woman who might sometimes wear nothing at all. I was inside my own house, the kids were away for a long weekend, I didn't expect visitors, and it did feel rather nice to feel the warm summer air against my skin. The phone rang as these thoughts ran through my mind, and I ran into the living room to get it. It was a salesman trying to sell some new lawn- care system, so I hung up quickly enough, and only then realized that the curtains were wide open and that I was standing there by the picture window wearing absolutely nothing. Part of me wanted to do something about it, to close the curtains or run for privacy, but another part asked why. What would this new woman do? I realized that the answer was nothing. I turned to face the window and looked outside. It was a clear day, and the view out across the valley was spectacular. Nobody was on the lawn looking in, and the street was empty. Even if there had been someone there, I don't think the new woman would have cared, though. Somehow, she wasn't the type to let that kind of thing bother her. I sat on the couch and felt the smooth hard surface of the ring around my neck as I looked out the window. I'd never sat on the couch in the nude before, and the leather cushions felt cool and sensuous against my skin. I fingered the circle of gold around my neck, and then leaned back on the couch, overcome with what I'd done. What would Alex think? I wanted Alex. I didn't want his approval, I wanted him, I wanted his male body. I wanted him to touch me, to finger my new jewelry, to stroke my body with his big hands, but he wasn't home. As I relaxed on the couch and looked out the window and across the valley, I slid my fingers from the gold ring around my neck down my chest. My nipples had always been large and sensitive, decent compensation for the small size of my breasts. As I fingered them, they hardened and sent their signals of desire to my groin. It had been fifteen years since I'd breastfed a child, but I'd never forget the near orgasmic pleasure of breastfeeding. As I remembered, my other hand slid to my thigh, and then I spread my legs, parting my lips to gently slide a fingertip into the space between. My world closed in until I was all nipple and clit, and then I came. I felt the blush spreading over my body, I felt my new jewelry cool on my skin, and I continued to stroke myself, sliding a couple of fingers into the moist crevace between my legs. My body was eager for more, my nipples ached to be touched, my vagina wanted to be filled, my clit wanted to be squeezed under the base of my thumb, and I came again. I lay there, looking blindly out the window for some time, relaxing in the calm limbo that follows orgasm, and then I smiled. What had come over me? What was I doing? I don't think I'd ever had two orgasms so closely spaced, not in my life. I'd never masturbated much since my teenage years, and even then, I'd always felt a bit guilty about it. Why didn't it bother me now? Why wasn't I rushing to wash my hands? This thing about the new woman in me, I knew that it was nonsense. I was still Elizabeth Arnold, wife of Alex and mother of Kim and Nathan. The thought of the kids jerked me back to reality. What would they think if they saw their mother naked on the couch masturbating? Somehow, the question made me laugh. A day earlier, and I think it would have made me jump out of the couch and scurry for cover, but now, all I did was chuckle. Kids always seem to have a horrible time understanding that their parents have any sexual feelings. It's almost like, deep in their hearts, kids believe that they are the product of virgin birth, and they believe it deeply enough that even if you told them in graphic detail how they were conceived, they wouldn't believe you. My stomach grumbled, and when I glanced at the clock, I was surprised to see that it was after one. I'd eaten an early breakfast with my family, and I was hungry. I got up and went to the kitchen, still thinking about what I'd done. Who was this new woman I'd found in myself? She was part of me, that was clear, but I was acting in a way I'd never acted before. What had come over me? Why should a gold neck ring make such a difference? As I sipped at a glass of milk, washing down a cream-cheese and jelly sandwich, I continued to think about what had happened. Back when I was in college, a good twenty years ago, I'd been pretty conservative, but looking back, I most of it seemed like a reaction to what I saw going on around me. The problem was that I'd let the reaction continue for far too long. Now, it was time for me to stop reacting and start living. While I picked up after myself in the kitchen, I wondered what to do for the rest of the afternoon. It was awfully nice to have kids who were old enough to take off on their own with friends; this time, they'd gone as a group to visit a Renaissance festival. With the drought, the lawn didn't need cutting and the weeds in the garden were dormant. There was laundry to do, however, so I went down to the basement to start a load. The cool basement air felt refreshing on my bare skin, and I realized that I'd completely forgotten that I still had nothing on. Along with the sight of some of my own clothing among the dirty laundry, that turned my thoughts to how this new woman I'd discovered should dress. Some of my clothes were purely practical, decent clothes to wear for work or play, but so much of it seemed downright frumpy. After I started the load, I wandered back up to our bedroom wondering what had possessed me to buy some of that stuff. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't practical, but it was the kind of clothing a middle-aged mother of two was supposed to wear. I was half tempted to spend the afternoon trashing my way through my wardrobe, but common sense got hold of me and I realized that I needed to know what I really wanted to wear before I started tossing things out. I certainly didn't want to dress like a grown up version of my daughter Kim; she's no Madonna wannabe, but kids her age can't escape the influence. For that matter, I didn't want to dress like I had when I was her age. I'd been as influenced by the silly fashion trends of that age as anyone else, dressing because that was how you were supposed to dress instead of dressing the way I really wanted to look. I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror again, fingering the beautiful gold ring around my neck, posing and trying to critically evaluate my body and the clothing it called for. What use is clothing? It protects from the weather, it provides a clean surface to sit on, and it can be modest. I didn't feel particularly modest. The laundry machine buzzed, signalling that I'd spent half-an-hour in front of the mirror, so I went down to the basement, moved the load to the dryer, and then went back to my thoughts about clothing. What I wanted was something that frankly exposed what I had, and if not that, something that didn't so much hide as draw attention to my body. I had a few sheer blouses, the kind that's meant to be worn under a coat or over a camisole; when I tried one on over nothing, I liked what I saw. It was the wrong time of year for turtleneck sweaters, but I tried one on and found that, once I pulled the neck of the sweater inside the hoop around my neck and turned it down, it looked wonderful. The hoop looked good resting on the red knit cloth, and without a bra on under it, the sweater clung to me and clearly showed the shapes of my breasts and nipples. By the time I heard the car pull into the driveway, I'd taken a bath, put away the clean laundry, and gotten dressed. As Alex came walked up the driveway, I walked to the door to meet him wearing a long denim skirt and a big silk scarf. It had taken a bit of inventing to figure out how to wear the scarf. I tried a few ideas before I hit on the idea of pulling the scarf around behind my back and then bringing the ends up under my armpits and loosely clipping them to my new necklace. I used a pair of small gold hoop earrings as clips. The scarf hung open between my breasts, and I tucked the bottom edge into the waistband of my button-front denim skirt before buttoning just enough buttons for minimal modesty. I kissed Alex on the cheek as he came in, then stepped back and posed. "Wow," he said, after a long pause. His eyes were on the shadows of my breasts, barely visible through the almost sheer scarf, and I liked the attention. "Like the new necklace?" I asked. "Yup," he said, and I could see his eyes rise to the gold ring around my neck. "Gold?" "The real thing," I said, and then kissed him, pulling him to me and giving him a bearhug as I forced my tongue between his lips. He seemed surprised, but he responded. Alex pulled back, still hugging me. "You're acting pretty horny," he whispered, and then knelt to kiss between my breasts. I didn't need any foreplay, it was as if my entire day had been been foreplay. I wanted him now, and as his lips touched the soft skin between my breasts, I knew that I wanted to feel his lips lower on my body. I pushed him down and away from me, and he sat down on the living room rug, looking up at me with a puzzled look on his face. I knelt behind him and began to massage his shoulders, and then let him lie back against me, cradling his head on my thighs as I leaned forward over him, sliding my fingers up and down his shirt-covered chest. I bent down to kiss him, chin to nose as he lay in my lap, and his hands reached up to finger my breasts through the thin scarf I wore over them. My loins ached for his kisses, and without thinking, I spread my legs behind his back, letting his head fall to the floor between my thighs. If I'd planned it, I couldn't have done better. My unbuttoned skirt spread to each side as I knelt straddling his head, and then I leaned forward, spreading my legs farther, parting my lips as I lifted myself over his face. Wordlessly, his hands took my hips as his lips met mine. I felt his tongue gently touch my clit, but it wasn't enough. I bore down on him, grinding his chin into my clit as he drove his tongue into me. Time seemed to stretch as I knelt over him on the living room floor, my clit and nipples were everything, my tension mounted, and then I felt the release, the contraction deep in my groin, and I relaxed, no longer intensely excited, but still enjoying Alex's dreamy attention. After a while, I pulled myself off of him and smiled down at him as he lay with his head still between my thighs. He looked stunned, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at the expression on his face. I'd certainly given him nothing in the way of warning about what would hit him when he came home. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. "Does it matter?" I asked, smiling down at him. "I don't know," he said. "It's just, nothing you've done since I got home matches anything I expect from you. I mean, that get-up you're wearing, you're not wearing any underpants, making love on the living room floor, my God!" He looked towards the picture window. "The drapes aren't even closed." "So what was there to see?" I said. "I mean, we didn't undress, and the fact that we make love isn't any secret." He sat up and turned to me with a troubled, almost angry look. "What do you mean?" I couldn't help but laugh. "I mean, we're married. That means people expect us to make love. I mean, we've got two kids and they sure aren't the products of immaculate conception." "I guess nobody could see in the window anyway," he said, glancing out. "Come on," I said, "as long as the kids are away, let's go out and celebrate." I kissed him, and suddenly it hit me, I'd never before kissed him so soon after oral sex. I could taste myself on his lips, and I could smell myself on his skin. Alex went to the bathroom to wash up while I sat on the couch wondering about what had happened. The thought of kissing right after oral sex would have disgusted me only days before, and wondered why it hadn't bothered me. On the other hand, I wondered why it should have bothered me in the past. Did I taste bad? Did I smell bad? The brief taste of myself on Alex's lips didn't seem bad, but the experience had been so brief that I wasn't sure. As the sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom, I realized how little I knew about myself. Alex and I rarely had oral sex, and when we did, it was always his lips on my vagina. He certainly knew what I tasted like, but I didn't know how I tasted. I knew it would be easy enough to find out what I tasted like, but in all my life, it had never occurred to me to find out. As I sat on the couch, I slid a finger between my thighs and into myself. I was still very wet, and it felt good as I explored myself with my finger. It felt good enough that, after I licked and smelled my finger, doing my best to critically judge how I tasted and smelled, I slid my finger back in, curling my fingertip around my pubic bone and pressing on my clit. The taste wasn't terribly different from sweaty skin, less salty, a bit more acid. The musky smell was a bit strong, but it suddenly hit me that the musk reminded me a bit of some perfumes I'd run across. Are those scents attractive because they smell like a woman's crotch? I chuckled at the thought, but my attention was focused on the feel of my fingers as I stared blindly into the yard. Touching myself was such a simple pleasure. Why had I avoided it for so many years? When I came, it wasn't a big orgasm, but it surprised me, being so soon after Alex had satisfied me. Just then, the water stopped running in the bathroom and I heard the door open. "You want to go out?" Alex said as I stood up. "Where? And do you really want to be seen dressed like that?" I turned to him. "Do you want to see me dressed like this?" He looked at me, then the expression on his face softened. "Well, yes, I'm surprised, but I guess I like it. You really don't mind if other people see you dressed like that?" "Nope, come on. Got money? How about that place in the old factory building by the river, I forget it's name." Dinner turned out to be pleasant, but Alex acted shy and didn't have much to say. Considering the way I was acting, I don't blame him, but it was something of a letdown. I asked about his day at work, and he told me, but that was about all we had to say while we ate. The way he looked and acted as he sat across the table from me reminded me a bit of the way he'd been on our first two dates, a cute but awkward guy. Things came to a head in the car on the way home. "All of a sudden, I feel like I don't know my own wife," Alex said as he drove. I didn't really know what to say. "I mean, I come home to find a woman who's dressed like nothing I've ever seen before, beautiful but so sexy I'm almost scared of you, and then you just about rape me ╔" I hadn't seen what I'd done in that light, and the word "rape" bothered me. "I hope you didn't mind," I said, lamely. He glanced briefly at me and smiled. "No, and I hope I did a good job, but it left me a bit frustrated. I hope you're in the mood for more." I reached over the gap between the seats and rested a hand on his thigh. "Don't worry, I am." The occasional bounce on the ride home drew my attention back to my neck ring, and I reached up to finger it as thoughts of Alex's body ran through my head. My fingers slid down over the thin scarf that covered my breasts, and I was horny again. My long skirt was still unbuttoned almost to the crotch, and it was a simple matter for me to drop my hand to my lap and slide a finger into the warm moisture between my legs. As I began probing myself, I idly wondered what I was doing masturbating with Alex sitting right there beside me. Would he notice? Would it bother him? Would it turn him on? Somehow, instead of inhibiting me, t