Business and Pleasure

My goodness, it has been an embarrassment of riches since the turn of the new year! Which has put a smile on my lips – both sets!

It looks like the Fan Fiction page has generated a good amount of interest right out of the gate. We’ve already got several excellent contributions – all of them just the kind of thing I was hoping for. I’m more than a little embarrassed to admit that I’ve made myself cum several times reading and editing these stories written about me, but where’s the fun in being an undercover smut peddler if you can’t indulge your narcissistic perversions now and again? I’ve also gotten several “promises” from readers eager to give the fan fiction thing a try. I’d love to see this experiment continue to roll after the shine wears off, but it’s up to you guys to keep it going. Oh, and ladies – no need to be shy! I’m anxiously awaiting my first contribution from one of my down and dirty female readers. It’s fun, it’s easier than you might think, and you’re sure to get a couple of great orgasms out of it along the way – I promise!

I’ve also posted a couple new stories from our esteemed guest authors. First up, we have Neveronce with his debut submission here at the blog. Like many of us, he is a Lush refugee who lost all of his stories there when the Incest Fantasy category was summarily eliminated and he deleted his account. Luckily, the benefit of having a perpetually dirty mind is that you can always create new tales of taboo depravity to share with fellow connoisseurs of kink. “A Mother’s Lust” follows the exploits of a single mom who becomes intimately aware of her son’s transition into maturity and lets her maternal curiosity about his sexual development get the better of her.

I’m also excited to present the third chapter in Annie’s ongoing sexual saga, “A Hotwife and Her Kids.” Things heat up at Annie’s house after her daughter walked into the living room one night and saw her Mom bouncing up and down on a friend’s big, black cock while her naked Dad watch the whole thing with a smile. Annie has to face a lot of embarrassing questions from her kids as she becomes increasingly enamored with exposing her most private parts to her son, even while she tries to deny the shameful fantasies she’s having about her own boy.

I also have a several more stories from guest writers waiting for me to find the time to edit, format, and upload them. When it rains, it pours! But, like my momma used to say, “It’s better to have too much porn than not enough!” Okay, she really didn’t say that, but I wish she had. If having all that on my plate isn’t keeping busy enough, the filth factory that is my brain has ramped up and is producing more debaucherous (yes, I know that’s not a real word) story ideas than I can keep up with. I had a 3-chapter, non-incest, cheating wife story pop into my head the other morning. The stories that aren’t based on my own personal masturbation fantasies are usually inspired by the flash of a naughty image or bit of dirty dialogue, but this one appeared almost fully formed out of nowhere in my twisted imagination. Gotta love it when that happens.

Since then, I’m also being nagged by a story that involves a man turning his mom into his sex slave, and another about a widowed MILF who goes off to the family cabin with her two grown sons and ends up…well, I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but I’m sure you can guess where it might go from there. With all that’s going on in my secret porn life, I don’t know how I find time for sex in my real life, but I somehow manage it. For example…

I spent all afternoon anxious for my husband to get home so I could let him know what I was planning to do with him after the girls were tucked in and asleep. I woke up with the desire to give my man a very sensual, full-body massage. This desire only became more intense as the day went on. I’m usually more eager to be on the receiving end, but for some reason I had an urge to run my hands all over his oily muscles (and other parts). I also wanted to try something I’d never done before, but I would wait until he was at his most vulnerable before I brought it up.

Dave got home from work, hugged the kids, and gave me a kiss – the usual routine. I stood on my tip-toes, put my lips close to his ear, and whispered, “Tonight I’m going to get you naked, oil you up, and massage your entire body until I get every drop of cum out of that gorgeous cock of yours.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and left him standing in the kitchen with a stunned look on his face as the girls rushed in and surrounded him, fighting for Daddy’s attention.

I wasn’t surprised when he offered to tuck the girls in that night…about half an hour before their usual bedtime, I noticed. He came down a little while later, obviously keyed up but trying to play it cool. We watched TV for about forty-five minutes, then I told him I was going to go get ready and he could join me in the bedroom in about fifteen minutes. He couldn’t resist grabbing my butt as I went.

After checking on the kids to make sure they were sleeping, I got myself freshened up, lit a few requisite candles, dug out the body oil, and spread some extra sheets on the bed. Precisely fifteen minutes later, Dave was there and couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough.

“This isn’t one of your tricks where you give me a massage for two minutes, then we switch and I do you for twenty minutes before you fall asleep on me, is it?”

“Keep it up, smart ass, and you’re going to talk yourself out of the happy ending I have planned.” I dropped my robe to reveal that I was already naked and oiled up. From the way he rubbed his hands together in anticipation, I could tell he liked what he saw. Nothing feels better than knowing your man still lusts for your body after so many years of marriage. I had him lie on the bed face down and went to work.

I started with a normal back rub – well, assuming you consider having a naked lady straddling your hips and grinding her pussy against your ass as she massages you normal. I moved to his legs, working my way down to his feet. I tried to take my time, but I was just as impatient to get to the good parts as he was. I went back up and spent some quality time massaging his glutes. Damn, I love that boy’s ass.

Before I got too carried away, I had him roll over. Mr. Happy was glad to see me, standing at full attention and drooling just a little. I went through the motions of rubbing his chest and his thighs, but we both wanted me to get to his cock sooner rather than later. Thirty seconds of foreplay was usually more than enough for this lover. I drizzled oil over his erection, then began working it over with my slippery hands. I was careful not to set him off before I was ready, alternating soft strokes with light touches and occasionally abandoning his cock all together before coming back to it a few seconds later. When I sensed he was getting to the point where he couldn’t tolerate any more teasing, I made my move.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” I said as seductively as I could.

“Yeah?” He sounded receptive, but wary. He knows me too well.

“I want to give you a prostate massage.”

He looked a little confused. “You’ve done that before.”

“No.” I continued toying with his slick cock with one hand, while I tickled my fingers down under his balls with the other. “I’ve put my finger in your ass, but I never gave you a full-on prostate massage.”

“Meaning what?”

“I want to try to make you cum without touching your cock.”

He didn’t seem overly thrilled with the prospect. “Where’d this idea come from?”

“They were talking about it on one of the daytime shows,” I lied. I didn’t want to tell him the day before I’d been watching ass-play videos on the internet while I masturbated.

“Geez, is that what they’re putting on TV in the middle of the day?” He looked down at my hand wrapped around his hard cock. “I guess I shouldn’t complain.”

“So,” I teased a finger into his butt crack. “Can I?”

“I don’t know that it’s going to be all that you think it is, but you can go ahead and give it a try if you want.”

I knew I’d get him to agree to it one way or another, but I still got a thrill out of being given the green light. I pushed his legs out wider and had him bend his knees. He shifted his hips to give me better access. I applied some more oil to the target area, delicately spread his cheeks, and located his asshole. I circled my finger around, waiting for him to relax. When he did, I slipped my finger in. He clamped up at first, which I liked the feel of, but then he eased off as I gently worked in and out.

“How’s that?”

“Feels great, hon.” He moved his hand closer to his unoccupied cock.

“No you don’t,” I scolded, taking his wrist and putting it at his side. “No touching.”

I could tell he wasn’t enthused with this arrangement. Usually while I was fingering his ass I was also sucking his cock. He was obviously uncomfortable with me just focusing on the butt stuff and nothing else. I almost gave in and started jerking him off, but I stayed the course.

“Just relax,” I said soothingly. “Don’t think about your dick, just concentrate on the feeling of my finger in your ass.”

He nodded and rested his head back. I slowly eased my finger in and out, twisting it every few strokes. When I thought he was getting into the groove of it, I started doing a little exploring. It took almost a minute before I was fairly confident I had found the right spot. I worked my fingertip in circles around what I was hoping was his prostate as I slightly pumped my hand.

After another minute I was starting to worry that he might have been right. Maybe this didn’t really do anything for the guy. Or, maybe I wasn’t even doing it right. I was about to give it up when I heard him make that sound he makes when he likes what I’m doing – something halfway between a moan and a sigh. Okay, maybe I did have something here. I renewed my efforts, moving my finger a little faster and applying more pressure.

“Yeah?” I checked in.

“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed.

I kept going and a few seconds after that his cock jumped. It made my pussy twitch in response. Was this really going to work? My forearm was getting a little tired, and I wanted to switch fingers, but I kept with it. I could hear his breath quickening. His hands curled into fists, and he was clearly fighting not to grab his cock. I didn’t know if he’d be able to resist. I wasn’t even sure I could resist!

“This is so weird,” he mumbled, and lifted his feet a little ways off the bed, slightly changing the angle of everything. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

His cock jumped, then jumped again. On the third jump it started. Dave let out a long, breathy moan and just like that cum started flowing out of his cock. My mouth literally dropped open as I watched it happening before my eyes. I was annoyed that the candles weren’t brighter at that moment, but I still got a pretty good view of the action.

“How fucking cool is this?” I asked aloud, not expecting an answer.

I kept working my finger in his asshole attempting to milk him for all I could get. His cock continued to bob, and with each convulsion more jizz would flow out and spill down along his shaft. I was used to seeing him spurt most of the time, so this was a fun change. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but it looked like his load was bigger than it normally was. Of course, it was usually in my mouth, in my pussy, or splattered all over my chest or ass, so there was no way for me to be certain. Still, it looked like a lot!

My husband lifted his head and watched the last few pulses of spunk ooze from his flexing cock. His dick continued to jump even when the cum stopped coming. I let my hand go still, then slowly withdrew my finger.

I gave him a minute for the haze to clear. “So?”

“That was freaky,” he said. His words came slow and had a dreamy quality. “How is that possible?”

“Did you like it? What did it feel like?”

“To be honest, it felt kinda gay at first.” He paused, thinking about what just happened as I played with the puddle of cum seeping toward his pubic hair. “But it was just okay. Then…then I don’t really know. It felt good, but in a way that didn’t make sense.”

“Was it like when you cum the normal way?”

“Sort of, toward the end, but not really. I can’t explain it.” His hand found his cock and gripped it tightly. “It was like something was missing, but it was still really good. Maybe not better exactly, but just different.”

I wanted to know more, but I was too worked up to waste any more time jabbering.

“Are you okay to fuck, or should I grab one of my toys?”

“If you want it, you better hurry up. He’s not going to hold out much longer after all that.”

I quickly climbed on top of my husband, slipped his cum-covered cock into my very juicy cunt, and began to ride him. I leaned over his face, tickling his lips with a stiff nipple until he began sucking it for me. God, I loved that! Even though he was slowly losing his hard-on, there was still plenty of man meat there to get me off on. The image of his gooey sperm pouring out of his untouched cock played over and over in my head as I humped away. It didn’t take long before I was cumming. I came so hard, in fact, that I forced his semi-hard dick out of my pussy before I was completely done.

I rested on top of him for a few minutes, then slithered back down between his legs. Dave was in the twilight zone at the verge of sleep, but I didn’t care. I took his limp cock in my mouth and began sucking it. I could taste my pussy, his cum, and a hint of the body oil. I fingered my pussy as I sucked, already thinking about when we’d be able to try the whole prostrate thing again.

My dozing husband’s cock stayed soft as I masturbated and sucked, which was fine because it allowed me to fit the whole thing in my mouth (which I can’t do when he’s hard). I had two more quick orgasms, one on top of the other. I just managed to rouse myself before dozing off as well, and went about cleaning up as best as I could and blowing out the candles. While I was in the bathroom toweling off as much of the oil from my body as I was able, I started getting horny all over again. I’m going to have to start taking reverse-Viagra or something!

When I went to put the bottle of oil away, I reached into the back of the drawer to where I kept my butt plug hidden. Even with all the ass action tonight, I still needed just a little more. I squatted down next to the bed and worked the toy into my asshole. I rotated it around with one hand, occasionally pulling it out and re-inserting it, while I fucked myself with three fingers of my other hand. I almost lost my balance a few times, but I was able to get myself off once more as I gazed at my husband’s bare ass just out of reach.

I put my toy away, promising to clean it in the morning, and climbed into bed. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep, but as I was drifting off I couldn’t help wondering if my dear husband could be lured into letting me have my way with him using a strap-on. I’m still not sure myself if that’s something I really want, but it sure turns me on to think about it.

Okay! I now have the overwhelming urge again to massage something, and it sure as hell isn’t my husband’s back this time! You’ll have to excuse me while I go rub one out…or two…or maybe even three…

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Cumming Clean

I knew my daughters were close, I never realized how close until my wife showed me this photo. I just stared at the image of my naked girls as my mind tried to make sense of the situation. “How did you get this picture?” was all that I managed to say, unable to take my eyes off their naked bodies. “It was easy since I’m the one who took it.” I tried to surreptitiously pull up the blanket to cover the quickly growing bulge in my boxers. With a sly smile, my wife moved the blanket aside and pulled my now hard cock out into the open. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ve seen the way you look at the girls.” She nuzzled my ear, still holding the picture where I could see it. “You’ve probably jerked off to thoughts of them countless times. And I’m sure there are nights when you’re fucking me, but thinking of them.” She was totally correct, but I was too embarrassed to admit that she was right. “But…this photo…?” My wife lightly stroked my cock as she explained. “About two years ago I found the two of them naked on their bedroom floor rubbing their pussies together like there was no tomorrow. We talked and they confessed how they’d been masturbating together since they were in middle school. I asked if they were having oral sex, and they said no. They thought it was gross until I showed them otherwise.” It was almost impossible to concentrate on what she was saying as she pumped my dick. “Showed them?” My wife nodded with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I had them strip, then I ate Megan’s pussy first until she had a screaming orgasm in my mouth. Then I did the same for Allie.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “But…you’re their mother…” She gripped my cock tighter as she worked it up and down. “That’s right. I figured if they were willing to play with each other, they’d be willing to let me in on the fun. I’ve been having sex with our daughters ever since. What do you think of that?” It was then that I finally gave in and a geyser of cum shot straight up out of my cock. Some of it splashed down across the photo covering my girls’ faces. “I guess I think I’m jealous,” I said weakly, still not quite able to wrap my mind around what I’d just heard. “Why are you telling me about this now?” She set the picture aside and kissed me. “Because the girls asked me to.” My wife turned to our bedroom door and called out, “Megan, Allie! He’s ready.” The door opened and my two daughters came into the room. I was worried for a half second that my cum-slicked cock was still exposed, but when I saw that they were as naked as in the picture, that didn’t seem to matter. “Go ahead,” their mother prompted. The two of them looked at each other shyly trying to get the other to speak first. Megan, being the older one, stepped up. “Mom said it would be okay if we fucked you.” Emboldened by her sister, Allie chimed in, “We’re both still virgins, as long you don’t count Mom’s dildo.” I waited for a few seconds. When I didn’t awake from this being the most epic wet dream I’d ever had, I smiled. “If Mom says it’s okay, then I guess the answer is yes.” The girls instantly brightened with joy. “Me first!” Allie yelled and jumped into our bed and grabbed my cock before her sister could react. My wife beamed at me with salacious lust as Megan joined us and she slipped her hand between our older daughter’s legs. This had “best night of my life” written all over it!

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