Jessica had just finished getting ready to go out for the evening when Lisa arrived at Jessica's loft. They greeted each other and Jessica offered Lisa a glass of wine. Lisa quickly accepted.nn"So where do you want to go out to tonight?" Jessica asked.nn"Let's hit that new club just down the street. I wanna dance. Have you been there yet?" Lisa replied.nn"Not yet, but I heard it's been packed the last few weekends. All kinds of hot guys go there from what I hear," Jessica mentioned. "Have you hooked up lately, Lisa?"nn"Note lately, unfortunately. The guys have been boring me lately. They're always so self-centered and when they get off, that's it. It's frustrating!" Lisa complained.nn"Don't you ever do anything to spice it up?" Jessica questioned her.nn"What do you mean?

When Tom entered the bedroom he found a nude Ashleigh lying on the bed with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide apart. Her eyes were closed as he entered but opened when he sat on the edge of the bed.nn"OK, princess, I'll try this idea of yours but you have to take it really slow. Just to get started, how about we watch some of my sexy movies? I haven't seen any of them for awhile so it will be something different."nn"Oh, Tommy, what a wonderful idea. You get naked and get the video set up and I'll put on my dildo and have the K-Y Jelly handy for later. Mmmmm, what a delicious idea."nnTom stripped off his remaining clothes and walked into the closet to retrieve the X-rated videos he had there. At the same time, Ashleigh retrieved her double dildo and began spreading some K-Y Jelly on the part that would be inserted into herself, just in case. When she spread her legs and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy, her fingers told her the jelly was completely unnecessary. nnThe dildo slipped into her dripping pussy with ease and she sat up at once to complete her preparations. Standing by the side of the bed, she buckled the strap tightly around her waist allowing the other half of the dildo to stick straight out in front of her. nnShe then applied a liberal amount of K-Y Jelly to the dildo and brought the jar with her as she walked into the living room where Tom was inserting the first tape into the tape player. He had already closed the blinds and dimmed the lights so all was ready for their new activities.nnTom chose a tape that showed some ass fucking scenes, although the participants were guys fucking girls. The attitude of the parties was catching as Tom and Ashleigh lay side by side on the blanket Tom had spread over the carpet. nnAshleigh carefully ran her hands over Tom buttocks and thru the slit between them, touching his asshole only lightly with her fingertips. At each touch, Tom's ass moved as if to invite a deeper insertion of her finger. She rubbed her finger tips in the jelly and began smoothing it onto his asshole.

I called him up.told him I wanted him to come over. Had him drop everything.nnHe came quickly, my voice had made it sound very important. When he arrived, I answered the door wearing one of his dress shirts, one he'd left here before, and a pair of jeans. I pulled him in the door, and kissed him really hard, right away, sliding my body up against his.he could feel my breasts push into his chest, but he could also feel a hardness pressing up against his leg.nnHe looks at me oddly, but he doesn't stop. He responds in kind, kissing me back just as hard.nnI kind of press my crotch into him, letting him know I'm already hard for him without words. I grab him by the shirt collar, pulling you further into the room. "Take of your clothes." My voice is hard and full of authority. nnHe doesn't dare argue, and he starts to undress quickly, throwing clothes left and right.nnI lean back and nod, watching him, my eyes hungrily looking at each body part as it is exposed. Then I reach down as his clothes come off, and rub my hardness, up and down.nnI undo my jeans and step out of them, kicking them out of the way. A pink phallus springs to life, pointing at him as it juts out of my harness. I rub it again, this time, my hand wrapped around it, and I walk closer to him, my face perfectly serious. "Get on your knees.

Harriet Burnside is a luscious black-haired beauty, 35 years old, and recently widowed. Her husband, Ben, had crashed his luxury SUV two years ago and died, along with the three high class hookers that were his passengers. Ben was a very successful heart surgeon, very handsome and not immune to the charms of the many women who find money and power irresistible in a man; many of the staff nurses had been among his conquests. Since he was legally drunk at the time, their insurance company had fought the widow tooth and nail, finally settling for just enough to allow Harriet to pay-off the car Ben had been driving, his funeral expenses, and little else. Unknown to Harriet, Ben was also a degenerate gambler and liked to treat his "lady friends" to the best of everything; this left the young widow in financial straits even though she makes $40.00/hr as an RN. Ben's family had never really accepted her, and except for a trust fund for their 5 yr old, Kaley's, college education, they had not felt compelled to help her with the huge outstanding bills their darling son had run-up. nnBen was a few levels above Harriet's "station"; he was a Stanford-educated cardiac surgeon and she, though a college grad, was a lowly RN; that had mattered not a whit to the pampered, highly-sexed son of privilege: what DID matter was her 42DD-28-40 physique. None of those willowy, pinch-faced high-society brats for Ben; he preferred his women with abundant curves, not the "no hips, flat ass" types like Cameron Diaz or Paris Hilton. Harriett is quite striking besides, and it hadn't taken long for the playboy doctor to woo, then bed, then wed the tremendously-stacked young nurse, much to the chagrin of his family. nnHarriet has been taught the kinkier side of sex by the high-ranking son of a multi-millionaire: light bondage, three-ways (Both MMF and MFF), submission, and, of course, anal sex. The last was his favorite. He delighted in reaming his big-butted wife's back-door with his 10" cock-staff, then stuffing it in her mouth for a thorough cleaning. That had ended when he died; Harriett had been so busy working, taking care of her children, and grieving that she hasn't had a sexual relationship in 13 months, after her fling with a doctor who worked at the same hospital and since the birth of her youngest daughter. nnThe rift between Harriett and the high-and-mighty Burnside's had increased ten-fold when Harriett's fling with a married staff cardiologist had resulted in the birth of an out-of-wedlock daughter, Amanda. The heart surgeon had sworn that he would leave his wife and marry Harriett, and for a few months assisted the widow with pre-natal expenses; then, one day, Harriett had arrived at work to discover that the bastard had finangled a position in France as Chief of Staff in Paris' most prestigious hospital, leaving Harriett in the lurch. The baby was now 13 months old, and though things were a bit tough, the mother of two was managing to keep her small family's head's above water. She hadn't spoken to her in-laws in months, and her many calls to ask for help had gone unanswered. Her tenuous financial situation had taken a dramatic turn for the worse when her newborn daughter had gotten sick six weeks ago and Harriett, battling valiantly to keep the creditors at bay, was reduced to calling her mother-in-law one last time to plead for assistance. Marian Burnside, the haughty matriarch of the wealthy family had told her in the coldest, most un-sympathetic voice possible: "The Burnside's feel no responsibility WHATSOEVER to assist you with the care of your bastard whelp, as you saw fit to dishonor our son's memory with your slatternly behavior.