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The last lady, Bebe, had me kneel on an Ottoman with my ass pointed at the group while she kissed lipstick shaped images on my ass. She then stuck a small flag in my anus and took pictures. Everyone started groping my ass and playing with my dangling blue balls and red circled cock. I looked very patriotic with my red, white and blue colors.

I was told that I had one more duty to fulfill. Tisha brought out liquid chocolate, a can of whipped cream and a deck of cards. They each drew a card but didn't tell me why. Tisha poured the chocolate on my crotch and sprayed whipped cream on the head of my dick. They all enjoyed licking and sucking different parts of my chocolate cock, which stuck straight out a good seven inches.

Bebe had drawn the highest card so she got last licks. She also sucked me off and did it with great energy. She had chocolate, whipped cream and lipstick all over her face and boy, did I come! She took it all in, gave me a big smile, a kiss and my cock a good pull!

I was asked if there was anything I wanted to do. I set Tisha's camera on a tripod and took a group picture of all of us. The ladies all thanked me for being a good sport and they headed home. Tisha led me to the bathroom, washed off all the lipstick, blue makeup and chocolate, then we had great sex. What a party!—
D.E., Fort Smith, Arkansas

THE DAILY SEMINAR MOTIVATES MORE THAN JUST THEIR SALES TECHNIQUE

There are some things that seem to go on forever, like good food or great sex, and then there are things that seem endless, like motivational seminars. Once a year the company I work for decides the staff needs to get motivated, so they hire some business consultant to spout the latest industry buzzwords to instill pride and productivity among us peons. This year the seminar was held at a nice resort so it wasn't all bad, and since my wife made the trip with me the evenings were far more interesting than the days.

The first day the speaker droned on and on about two-hundred percent effort, strategic somethings and planned whatsits in the workplace. This year's Key to Success was “Act NOW!” (you could almost hear the capital letters when he spoke). I was motivated, all right, but my motivation was to get my wife Carol back to our room so we could rut like rabbits.

When the inevitable motivational movie started, I slid my hand onto her thigh and began to play with the hem of her skirt. My thoughts drifted back to the sight of her delectable body as we got dressed that morning. I had put the moves on her to no avail; she's a practical woman and we really did have to show up at the seminar on time. In the darkness of the screening room I envisioned unhooking her lacy bra and sucking on her beautiful tits, then stripping off her pantyhose to uncover her luscious cunt and have an afternoon snack. Hey, maybe the seminar was having an effect on me after all.

The speaker kept stressing a clear vision and forceful action for success in the workplace. Well my vision was clear that morning, when I watched Carol put on her tailored business suit. It looks like a blouse and jacket, but I knew that the front of the blouse was just a dickey sewn into the jacket, so I took action. With my eyes staring blindly at the screen, I slid my hand under the jacket and started caressing her breast. She swatted my hand away at first, but I wasn't deterred. I drew circles over the slippery fabric of her bra cup, zeroing in on her nipple. It wasn't long before she settled back in the seat and shifted her body toward me.

I amused myself by playing with her bra straps and sliding my fingers beneath the soft cups to touch her nipple. Each time I found it I could feel her body stiffen but she remained silent. Just to see how far I could go I slid my hand under the band of the bra and drew it up and over her breast, leaving her tit open to my probing fingers. The film was still running, so I started pinching her nipples. Carol was really enjoying my touch and was starting to squirm as she got more turned on. Just as I was about to get bold and explore under her skirt the lights came up and the film ended, and so did my explorations. Carol quickly tugged her bra into place and we once again became part of the audience.

When the session was finally over we rode the elevator up to our room. As soon as the door closed I pulled up her jacket, again moved her bra cup aside and hungrily sucked her boobs until we reached our floor. When we got to our room we were madly tearing each other's clothes off and racing to the bed. She jumped in and spread her legs, demanding service right then. Now that's motivational speaking for you!

I dived right in and started to lap her supremely productive cunt. She was very wet from my teasing and her pussy gave off a beautiful aroma. As I parted her legs, her appetizing pink lips peeked out from her wiry blonde bush, just begging to be kissed. I took each tender labium into my mouth, tickling the edge with my tongue. She started to wiggle again so I began to lap her slit with long, sensuous strokes. Beads of cunt juice forming on her pubic hair gathered on my face until they began to drip off my chin.

I know what Carol likes most of all, so once she was really flying I spread her bush to expose her lovely little clit. I placed my lips over her button and began to suck lightly. I slipped my finger into her love-tunnel, pressing upward in time with the lashing of my tongue. She really got off on that, and I had a hard time keeping up with her as she shifted her ass around underneath me. Right after she came I crawled up and slammed my prick deep into her well-lubricated hole. We really did fuck like rabbits that night, until I couldn't tell whether it was my come or her juice dripping out of her snatch.

The next morning she put on stockings and a garterbelt. That surprised me because she usually saves them for erotic play. I just love the feel of stocking-clad legs on my back as I fill her with my manhood. She wasn't wearing any panties either. I got the feeling she was trying to motivate me. Then she donned her proper business attire and we went down to breakfast.

Before the session I ran up to the room for a little surprise, just in case it was needed. We both searched the program looking for the next movie, and she smiled as she pointed it out. This time we sat in the back of the theater. As soon as the lights dimmed I pulled up her skirt and began to play with her bush. Then I took out my motivational tool: a long, fat, vibrating dildo. Her eyes grew wide in the darkened theater as she saw my little surprise, then she scooted forward in the chair to open herself to the fullest.

I didn't turn it on at first, so I wouldn't give us away with its telltale buzzing. I played with her cunt by touch while my eyes faced forward. She was as wet as I had hoped and the rubber dick slid right in. I fucked her with the dildo until she reached down and helped me drive the toy into her hungry love-canal. When it was fully buried in her slit I turned on the vibrator. I couldn't even hear it as it hummed away deep in her vagina. I placed her hand on the dildo and started to rub her clit. Even after the marathon screwing we had the night before, she was ready. I rubbed her clit through the wet, slippery hair and felt her tense up once again. The timing was perfect; she came just as the music swelled and the film came to an end. I quickly turned off the vibrator and slid it out of her when the lights went up. I would have to wash my jacket later, but I really didn't care.

Considering that our sexual productivity was well above average, we took time off for dinner before returning to the room. My darling wife left her bra and stockings on to give me something to look at, then lay me on the bed. My hard-on was pointing directly at the ceiling, so she climbed aboard and put me inside her. Her stocking-clad legs brushed against me as she rode my pole, sending soft shivers through my body with every touch. Her dripping cunt enveloped my prick, thrilling me in alternating waves of hot and cold as she bounced up and down. As I bucked up into her and let my come flow, she grinned and encouraged me to keep filling her pussy with all I had. My productivity must have been off, because by the time I filled her with my cream she was starting to get tired.

At last my pecker gave up and slid out of her slippery tunnel. As it did she placed her well-fucked slit over my mouth and begged me to eat her out until she came. I was happy to oblige, so I propped my head on a pillow and plied her with my tongue. I made her wait, blowing into her hair and slowly teasing her clit. Each movement squeezed more of my seed from her love-tunnel and soon I was eating my own spunk along with her juices.

As she leaned over my face she exposed her asshole to me, so I began to explore its puckered rim. Just wiggling my finger at her back door turned her on, and she loudly demanded my fingers inside her NOW (maybe these seminars are good for something after all). I slowly pressed my digit into her tight asshole, sliding it in and out as I sucked her cunt. I didn't get too far because she came before my finger was half way up her rectum. She ground her soaking crotch into my face and loudly screamed, “Yes!” over and over before collapsing next to me.

When I emerged from the shower the next morning I noticed that my underpants were missing. Carol smiled as she told me I wouldn't need them. I was glad to go along with her, but I felt a little vulnerable zipping up my pants. I thought I'd go crazy waiting for the film that morning, but at last it came and the theater darkened.

I felt Carol's hand at my zipper almost instantly. The cool air touched my exposed cock as the teeth of my zipper parted. This time it was my turn to slide forward as Carol's long, soft fingers picked up my flaccid pole and gently stroked it. She wrapped her hand around my softened staff and began to ripple her fingers down its length one by one until she clenched me in her fist. As I felt myself growing under her ministrations, the head of my pecker peeked out of her fist to where her thumb could play with it. She teased me unmercifully, moving her fingers around the head of my swollen member, sliding a fingernail along the shaft, occasionally pulling hard to keep things interesting. She had to work with one hand while pretending to watch the film, but she overcame that handicap very nicely.

That old feeling started to build, and I suddenly wondered how I could explain the come all over my pants when her hand disappeared and I heard a faint rustle. I felt her roll a rubber slowly down my aching pole while her fingers danced up and down its length. I gripped the armrests with all my strength as I exploded. Carol changed her grip and grabbed the root of my prick tightly, then milked the come out of me in slow, steady strokes. I really can't remember how I managed to make it through that climax without letting the whole theater know I was coming, but I filled the rubber with my white spunk and no one glanced our way. At least when I could open my eyes no one was looking at us. I Once again felt her fingers on my spent spike as she removed the rubber. She tied it off and slipped it into her purse with its wrapper, and we sat back to see if there was anything worth watching as the movie rolled on. There wasn't, but by that time I couldn't have cared less. Who'd have known that these seminars could be enjoyable under the right circumstances?—
T.B., Chicago, Illinois

A SUCKER BET PAYS OFF FOR A WOMAN AND HER FAST-COMING LOVER

I always came quickly during sex with my girlfriend Annabel, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. One day she bet me that I couldn't hold myself from ejaculating for fifteen minutes. While I was considering the wager, she went a step further. She said she would not put my dick into her pussy, ass or mouth nor would she use her hands. If I lost, I would have to do all of the house chores for one day. If I won, she would keep those duties. Sounds like a sure bet, I thought. How can I lose?

I quickly agreed and lay back on the bed, naked. She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was wearing a sheer black nylon body stocking. She mounted me and kissed me deeply. Then she began to dry hump me, moving her pelvis against my cock. It didn't take me long to come feeling the soft nylon rubbing against me. In just over six minutes I shot my load all over her body stocking.

Laughing as she got up, she informed me that just because we're playing didn't mean I didn't have to live up to my end of the bargain. Then she peeled off the soiled body stocking, tossed it to me and told me to hand wash it in the sink. After all, I was the one who soiled it.

While I stood bare-assed and in awe at the sink washing the nylon, she put her dress back on and stepped into her pumps. She told me to wring it out real good. When I had all the water squeezed out of it, Annabel told me to put it on as a reminder of my problem. I told her I would not wear women's clothes. She told me to put it on or I'd be a welcher, so I clumsily slipped it on. The moist nylon instantly caused my dick to come to attention and the tight fit pressed it flat against my stomach.

Then she told me to put on my jeans, a shirt and my shoes over it, because we were about to go shopping. With every step the nylon stretched and caressed my body, keeping me hard. Annabel bought lots of things for herself then we went back home.

As soon as we got in the door Annabel told me to shed my male attire. I quickly stripped down to the body stocking. She asked me if I was ready to try our bet again, only this time she told me if I lost she would add two more days to my chores. Once again I said yes. She said that before we played our game I had to satisfy her first. She sat on my face and I tongued her pussy to two orgasms.

Then it was my turn. Annabel started the timer and slowly slid down on me, placing her dripping pussy over my nylon-covered dick. She began to slowly slide her pussy back and forth against my dick. I came even quicker than before. Annabel let me go to sleep, as I was completely worn out.

I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on, but Annabel was asleep and I had to go to work. When I looked over at the dresser I found a Polaroid picture of me in the body stocking along with a note that said I was to wear my outfit under my clothes all day or she'd post similar pictures on our website! I decided to go along, and my cock was hard all day long. I wonder what the guys at the office would have said if they knew the boss was covered from his neck to his toes in sheer black nylon!

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