Wine Bottle

I'm a petite woman, so most guys are bigger and stronger than me.      I like even bigger and stronger than that.

He was a college athlete.  I couldn't tell which sport, but I recognized the insignia and I recognized the muscles and quiet intensity.  I followed him around the store for a while, hoping he would notice me.  He was part African-American, part something, all exotic power.  I wanted him to see me.  And take me.  I didn't care how exactly, just so long as it was hard and ended up with him splattering goo in me or on me.

He ended up in the wine section of the store, and he grabbed a bottle of Merlot without even looking at the label.  A few more steps, and suddenly I saw why he was ignoring me.

The girl was gorgeous.  A college coed, I thought, dressed in a navy  blue top and skirt that flowed together to look like a two-piece dress.  She wore matching sandle pumps.  She was blonde and blue eyes, and a natural beauty.  One of those soft, pretty girls, whose eyelashes seem naturally thick and dark and whose lips seem naturally moist and magenta.

I think I'm prettier than her, but I couldn't blame him for being so focussed on her he wasn't looking around for a better option.

She latched onto his arm and he led her to a store room.  I followed, hiding behind a pile of boxes and rubbing my nipples through my shirt while I watched them kiss and grope another.  As their kiss becaame wet and heavy and the smell of her arousal drifted through the air, the opened the wine with a corkscrew in her purse and began drinking.  Sloshing gulps straight from the bottle.

Every time he drank, he looked down her top at her tits.

Every time she drank, she rolled her tongue around the bottle neck and gave the mouth a little head.

Every time either of the drink, I pinched one of my nipples. The left was hers.  The right was his.

When the bottle was empty, he unzipped.  His member was already getting firm, and a few touches from her pretty hands and a few quick brushes of her soft lips, and he was fully hard.  He was thick and strong, and she worshipped his cock as I might have in her position.

Her eyes locked on his as she got on all fours and slurped and sucked, bobbing her head and swaying her body and arched back.  She was there for one thing and one thing only.  To make her man's cock explode.  He grunted and groaned with pleasure, maintaining the eye contact as best he good, but sometimes he threw his head back when her tongue worked some extra special magic.

She was a pretty, perfectly sexual creature, and I wanted a piece of her too.  I crept up behind her.  He saw me and didn't say a word.

When I reached up under her skirt to massage her hips, she gasped and looked back at me.

Her man grunted and poked at her eyes with his cock.  "Let her do what she wants, girl."

She licked her lips, clearly uncomfortable with my presence, but fully obedient to her man.  Opening her mouth wide, she slide him down her tongue, deep in her throat and fucked him hard with her face.  As she did, I pulled down her panties.

Her thighs and ass were glorious, and I tasted with them with delight.  Her pussy lips were soft and inviting, and I sucked and nibbled on them from behind, too.  When my tongue penetrated her, she cried out and began humping back against me.  Her wetness trickled down her legs.

With a swear of satisfaction, her man pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself to completion all over her pretty face.  She looked back at me, cum dripping all over and begged me not to stop.

Thinking quickly, I rolled her to her back, mounted her waist and began licking and sucking his cum from her face.  As the nasty cleanup turned into a pornographic kiss, I grabbed the wine bottle with my right hand, reached behind me, and shoved it up her cunt.

Her man called us both cunts, sluts, bitches, whores, everything he could think off, as he jacked his cock watching.  The girl bucked and squealed under me, sucking on my tongue and biting my lips as I savaged her tight pussy with the wine bottle.

I started begging her to cum.  Her man joined in.  When she did, she screamed and I applied the right sort of pressure to her to force her to spray squirt.  The bottle captured just a bit of that, and I proceeded to drink it as I lay on my back and looked at her man, as if to say, "My turn, and I don't want it in my mouth."

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Gramma's First Lesbian

She was in her late fifties or early sixties.  I'm terrible at telling age of people past their forties.  She was with her husband.  There was nothing sensual, slutty, or overtly sexual about her, but there was still something about her.  She was pretty, blonde, with a body that had help up pretty well.  Her backside was surprising firm for a woman of her age, and she had a casual grace in her movements.

I wanted her.

I'm a pretty good read of people, though, and I was pretty sure she was not only straight, but pretty conservative straight.  I knew I could change that, and open up a new world of pleasure to her, but I would need the help of her husband to make it happen.

I was in in line behind them at the grocery sore, and I snuggled up behind up, pressing my tits against his back.  I whispered, "I know you would do just about anything to play with my firm young boobs, if given the chance."

I took his quiet grunt as a yet.

After a moment, his wife's attention was direct elsewhere, and I reached around and fondled his crotch for just a second.  His body appreciated my touch.

"I need you to do something for me," I whispered.  I rubbed my breasts around his back in small circles.

"Anything," he said tightly.

"I'm going to follow you home."  I waited for his wife to be distracted again and then tickled the nape of his neck with the tip of my tongue.  "I want you to tie your wife to a chair for me."

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes."

I walked off, abandoning my groceries.  I wiggled my but pretty saucily as I went, sealing the unsigned deal.

I hung around outside the store, waiting for them.  I watched them get into their car.  I got into my own.  I pulled up near them and followed them home.

Once they got home, I gave him about ten minutes.  I heard her screaming in protest inside the house.  I smiled.  I knew by the end she would be screaming in joy.

I entered the house.  The beautiful older woman was tied to a chair.  She was wearing blue jeans and a frilly, light tank top.  Her husband was sitting near by with his hand inside his pants.  I smiled with us much  charm as I could muster and stripped down to black bra, black panties, and black stockings.

The husband started complimenting me, talking dirty to me.  I sat on her lap and stared into her green eyes, my arms wrapped around her neck.  "Is that any way to talk to another woman with your beautiful room sitting right here?" I cooed.

I kissed her cheek.  She gasped.

I smiled and kissed her cheek again.  She squirmed under me.

I smiled again, and kissed her lips, softly.  Then again.  Then slid my tongue into her mouth and clasped my hand over her breast, fondling her through her top.  She protested into my mouth, but I'm a very good kisser, and I could sense her resistance weakening as our moths lingered together.  Soon her nipples was hardening in my hand.  Soon she was kissing me back.

At that moment, I broke the kiss and slid off her.  "Take her to the bedroom," I said to her husband.  "And untie her.  I looked into her eyes.  "You don't want me to stop do you?"

Wordlessly, her face crimson with shame, she shook her head.

On the bed I knelt beside her, arching my back, more for the sake of her husband than for her.  I smiled, caressed her face, told her how beautiful she was and then kissed her again. I did not hold back.  The kiss was deep, wet, and violent.

She was overwhelmed, and more than a little scared.  I reached down and squeezed her mature cunt through her jeans.  Her back arched of the bed and she cried out into my mouth.  I did it again.  She did the same thing.  Then again, and this time when she cried out, her fingernails clawed at my face.

I smiled and broke the kiss, lifting her shirt off.  "You are going to feel better than you ever have, in your whole life."

"Please just keep kissing me," she begged, her voice sweet and strong, but well-aged.  "It already feels good. I can't do anything else with a girl."

I undid the front claps on her bra and pulled the cups aside.  The rosy nipples on her small, soft breasts were firm.  "Your beautiful breasts seem to disagree," I told her, bending down to suckle on her.

As with her mouth, I began slowly and gently, but increased my passion and intensity. When I was licking and sucking the hardest, I groped her again.  She arched her back.  She cried out loudly.  She clawed at my neck and face.  Again and agagain.

Until her tits were purpling with bruises.

And until she begged me, "Touch me, please, touch me!"

My smile was seductive and full of mischief as I removed her jeans and panties.  "I'm going to do better than that."

She was confused, scared.  "What do you mean?"

I looked at her pale blonde bush.  I got on all fours, back arched, and began kissing her thighs, my eyes never leaving her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked, terrified.

I circled my tongue around the outside of her her cunt lips.  "I am spiraling in towards heaven."

"What?"

I ran my tongue up her crease and hummed with pleasure.

"Oh my god!"  Her body tensed.  "What are you doing?"

I sucked gently on her lips, slowly working her open.  "Hasn't your husband ever eaten you before?"

"My god no!"

"Silly man," I clucked, licking and lipping her with more enthusiasm.

"Oh god."  She was helpless, squirming, uncertain of the feelings that were spiking in her veins.

I spread her legs further and lifted her closer to my face, stabbing at her warm wetness with my tongue.  She continued to cry out.  When my mouth found her clit, she screamed and clutched at me head, her fingernails sinking into my scalp.

In no time at all she was cumming under my face, begging me to stop, pleading with me to not stop.  She could not make heads or tails the feelings.  When she was so dizzy she felt like she might pass out, she pulled my head away.  She lay there, gasping and panting.

I rolled to my back beside her and pulled off my bra and panties, leaving the stockings on.  I looked at her husband.  "Now give me that cock of yours."

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Quickie in the Freezer

It wasn't my fault. Her legs made me do it. She was a college student. A nineteen year-old volleyball player with the body to go with it, and a baby-faced cute smile that only added to her appeal. I couldn't stop looking at her.

I couldn't stop following her through the store.

At first was I subtle, or at least I tried to be.

I'm sure she see me looking at her legs, though. It was impossible to be subtle about that. It was nearly impossible to avoid drooling while looking at them.

I wanted to worship them. Adore them. Send myself to new heights of arousal with them.

Shortly before the freezer section she looked over her shoulder and winked at me. She was just being funny and cute, but it turned me on. As she turned a corner, she kicked one leg back playfully in my direction. She meant nothing by it. she was being silly. But her legs meant something by it. They were my glorious twin mistresses and they knew it.

I followed her into the freezer aisle and the moment she had the door open and was facing the freezer, I was all over her. I pressed against her body, slamming her into the freezer shelves. My hands caressed up and down her legs. I sucked on her neck.

She clutched at the shelves. "Not here," she begged. "You can have me, but not here."

"Yes here," I corrected her firmly. I slapped her ass through her denim shorts.

"No, not here, people will see."

"I want people to see." I slapped her ass again. "And I don't think I can wait."

My right hand scratched her at thigh and my left groped between her legs.

"God yes," she moaned softly. "But please not here."

I slammed her into the shelves again and crouchsed behind her, licking and sucking all over her legs. Her skin was soft and smooth and perfect. I nibbled. I suckled. I kissed. I tasted. I covered her beautiful legs in purplish lovemarks.

The girl groaned and I smacked her ass again. "I thought you didn't want it here."

"I changed my mind," she panted.

I giggled and reached up insdide my skirt to pull off my panties. I tossed them into the freezer. I watched her eyes and nose follow them with interest. She didn't know what I was going to do, but she begged me for relief. Told me my mouth had driven her crazy.

It wasn't her time, though. It was mine. I snuggled up close to her side, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her face. I spread my legs and straddled her leg, grinding my wet cunt up and down against her.

Groaning and moaning with abandon, I masturbated myself with her beautiful leg. My slit gushed with warm wetness. My clit, red and hard, rubbed against her smooth skin with firm muscle underneath.

Humping her leg like a bitch animal in heat, we began to attract a crowd.

She was whimpering, begging for me to get her off. Begging for relief. Pleading for release.

It's not easy to get yourself off on a girl's leg, so but I enjoyed every moment of the slow, steady buildup. When I finally came, I collapsed to the floor, my body quivering and trembling.

The girl looked down at me, fire in her eyes. She pulled off her shorts and panties, throwing them in the freezer with mine. She straddled my face, pressing her hot, wet cunt against my face. Her pussy lips burned with need. Her trimmed bush rubbed against my soft skin.

"Not here," I begged, prepared to humiliate her in public, but not prepared for the reverse treatment.

With both her hands she grabbed my head and pulled my face up into her roughly. She bounced up and down, grunting and grinding. She used my hair to swing my head up and down, not caring when it occasionally smacked back against the floor. "Fucking yes here," she panted.

When she got close she squeezed her thighs so tightly on my face I thought my cheeks might break.

I screamed into her muff and shoved a finger up her ass.

She cried out and came, slamming my head against the floor in a pure adrenaline surge.

When her spasms subsided, she slid to my waist and grabbed at my face hard, her fingernails sinking in. She bent down and sucked on my cheek hard enough to give me a hickey.

"Fuck," she swore, breathing hard.

"Fuck," I agreed, clawing at her hips and ass.

"Fuck," she said again, her body tensing as her arousal did not ease.

"I live close by," I told her.

"Fuck that, I'm not moving until the cops pull us away," she swore, rolling to her side and pulling my face back to her gorgeous thighs.



All photographs are of strangers, taken in public places, and all fantasies in relation to those photographes are just that: fantasies. No real sex act or encounter is being described and the stranger in the photo inspired the fantasy but is no way tied to the fantasy itself. Unless otherwise specificed, the photos were taken by Sarah, and the fantasies inspired by them were written by her. If you see your image on this site and would like it to be removed, please leave a message and we will gladly comply.