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In the back of my mind, I was still pissed at Jill for ditching me, but the truth is that I wasn’t really thinking about her right then. Instead, I surveyed my surroundings — two naked, horny men, and one sexy young lady who I was quite eager to see in the nude as well. Sometimes I can be a bit bitchy, I admit; even though I was quite sure that I was going to fuck one of the guys, I decided to make them work for it.

May looked at me, waiting to see what I was going to do. “We’ll keep playing if you let us watch you stroke your cocks.” I knew that most guys don’t like masturbating when there are other guys around, but I also knew that these guys were going to do whatever I instructed. They were obviously a little self-conscious, but they did as they were told.

May and I resumed our game. I wanted to win, but I wanted to make the guys work first. I decided I’d throw a few hands and give May a nice advantage, and then try to take her out as well. I giggled a bit at myself — here I was, trying to get naked for a couple of guys I’d never met. Somehow, a bottle of the Patrón had arrived next to the table, though, and my inhibitions went away as i sipped the glorious tequila.

I lost, first a couple of hands, and then my top. I could feel their eyes upon me; I decided to make my next move. “Would you like us to keep playing?” I asked. When they nodded, I continued. “Kiss each other on the cheek.”

I heard May squeal gently; I think she liked the idea a lot. Certainly, she liked it a lot more than the guys did. However, when I reached for my blouse and threatened to leave, they gave in. “Nobody’s saying you’re gay,” I told them. I thought it sounded reassuring, but that may have been the liquor. Anyway, they pecked each other on the cheek and looked at me impatiently.

I smiled, and May and I continued our game. She could tell I was losing on purpose, so she helped, making sure that I wouldn’t be stuck winning when I was trying not to. I quickly lost my pants as well. (I could have tried the old strip-poker trick of counting shoes, socks, etc., but the truth is that I was really horny and was looking to get through this foreplay and into bed...)

Again, I could see the guys look at me, and I felt the heat of their gaze upon my pussy. I saw the reaction in their cocks, too, as it was getting to be very difficult for them to beat off without shooting their load all over themselves.

I bent down and licked the sweet taste of precum from both of their dicks, then gave my next bit of torture — if either one touched his cock again before I gave permission, he’d have to leave. I’ve often found that restraint is very erotic — I knew that by telling these guys they had to keep their hands to themselves, I was going to make it almost impossible for them to leave their pricks alone.

In fact, I watched them squirm as May and I continued to play. Now that I’d been reduced to my underwear, I figured it was her turn to take something off, and I tried to try to get her top off... but she was playing to win too. I couldn’t do it. Instead, I found myself reaching down and pulling off my favorite black bra, revealing my breasts to the three of them. May was staring, just like the guys. I hadn’t picked up any vibes from her up to this point, although I realize now that the tequila may have dulled my senses. Anyway, I leaned over and kissed her squarely on the mouth.

She returned my kiss. It was deep, passionate, and even more satisfying with an enraptured audience. I wanted to keep going, but I think she was enjoying the game too much; she pushed me away slightly and I took the hint. I looked at the two guys. They were dry-humping the air, their cocks at full attention trying desperately to dig themselves inside a pair of imaginary pussies. I could tell it was a serious strain for them to keep their hands at their sides, but somehow they did it.

“You want us to keep playing?” I was startled to hear May’s voice break the silence, but I was quite happy; clearly she was having as much fun as I was. “OK, boys,” she continued. “You watched us kiss. Now we watch you.”

More about my weekend, coming soon!

Posted by Me on December 11, 2008 22:30 | Permalink | Comments

What a weekend! Sorry I haven’t had a chance to write about it until now, but it’s been absolutely crazy...

It’s going to take me a while to list all of the crazy shit that went down, but let’s just say that I haven’t had this much fun since I was in high school. It started, like most of the great weekends of my life, with tequila – in this case, Gran Patrón. I’ve loved tequila ever since I first tried it. I remember drinking it as a dare – my friends thought the taste would make me puke. That was some cheap José Cuervo; I’ve since found that my tastes are slightly more refined. The good stuff isn’t cheap, but some things are important enough to be worth the investment. 

Anyway, platinum tequila goes down much more smoothly than the more common gold variety, so it wasn’t long before I’d sipped my way into a nice little buzz. I didn’t know a lot of people at the party — it was one of those “friend of a friend” deals, and my “friend” Jill was busy making out with some guy she knew from work and leaving me to fend for myself.

As usual, I was attracting more than my share of attention from the guys at the party. A few of them tried to hit on me, but there wasn’t enough alcohol in the place for me to find them attractive.  I’d just brushed off a particularly clumsy line when a girl turned my way and spoke. “He needs some new lines,” she said.

I didn’t know her. “Excuse me?” I looked her over. Cute enough; nothing spectacular, but better-looking than the guys had been.

She laughed. “Your eyes sparkle like the sun, rising over a white sand beach, right?”

I guess she’d heard him. “Yeah...?”

She laughed again. “He used the same line on me and on one of my girlfriends earlier tonight. I just think he needs a new one.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“My name’s Marisol,” she said. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I’m Rochelle. I don’t really know anybody here; my friend Jill invited me.” I nodded toward the bedroom where she and her new beau were deep in the throes of passion.

She smiled. “One of those, huh? Well, why don’t you come meet my friend May? I promise she’s more interesting than these losers.”

I nodded my assent and followed her into the next room. The party was in one of the suites on top of the Mandalay Bay; elegant, yet playful — this is Vegas, after all — and expensive as hell. I hadn’t quite caught the story from Jill as to how she’d managed to get invited; she’s one of those girls that just gets invited to things... and so far, nobody’d ever minded my tagging along. I doubted that would happen any time soon.

May was sitting around a table playing cards with three good-looking, muscular guys. Marisol nudged me. “Three of them, three of us,” she said, and winked.

I wasn’t entirely sure what she was suggesting, what with us only having met a minute earlier, but the Patrón helped me feel at ease. Marisol introduced me to May and she invited the two of us to sit. “What are we playing?” I asked, and, after a moment, “and what are the stakes?” I hadn’t come to a party two weeks before Christmas to gamble my savings away, after all.

“Texas Hold ’em,” said May. “As for the stakes — put your purse away,” she commanded. “We’ll start with our tops.”

Oh. It was that kind of game. Marisol simply beamed, and I could tell the guys were quite excited about seeing some titty. I looked at May, and it struck me that she was very, very pretty. Like many girls, she tried to hide it, wearing loose clothes to conceal a sexy figure and using dark makeup to try to blend into the background. However, looking past that, I could see a stunning beauty waiting to be discovered. Suddenly I liked this game.

I don’t want to claim to be an expert, but I’ve played cards once or twice, and I had a pretty good idea what to expect. In fact, having played strip poker before, I knew exactly what to expect; the guys would be so horny they’d be super-aggressive, taking big risks to try to get us girls naked as soon as possible. I had a feeling I was going to be taking a look at some nice cock pretty quickly.

The first couple of hands were uneventful; we were feeling each other out, so to speak.  I started teasing the guys, asking if they were “scared” to play. I had a feeling none of them liked having their manhood questioned in that way.. and, sure enough, they quickly decided they were going to try to get me naked.

Ha! They never had a chance.  I was biding my time, waiting to make my move even as I goaded them into playing more and more hands. One of them lost a shirt, then another. Most men believe that women can’t play poker; these guys were in the midst of a lesson, and I was really enjoying teaching it. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that there’s nothing sweeter in poker than being bet against when you’re holding a hand that can’t possibly be beat, unless maybe it’s an opponent who refuses to believe he’s outclassed and continues making the same mistakes over and over again.

I got my first look at dick about ten minutes in, when Brian, a tall white guy, made a bluff that cost him his tighty whities. What a cock! I have to admit; I actually gasped out loud. I don’t know where he was hiding it in his briefs, but when he sheepishly removed his underwear, I got a glimpse of a massive man-monster that I couldn’t wait to enjoy. He must have been a solid eight inches long and (more importantly) about as thick as a baseball bat. I looked up and Jill and May were both salivating.

The other guys looked at it too. I watched their eyes for reactions. The smallest guy, Eric, was Korean, and I could tell from his glance that he was embarrassed; presumably his endowment left something to be desired. Derrick, though, didn’t react at all. I had high hopes for him; a muscle-bound, handsome, black man who played running back in high school and looked like he’d hit the gym every day since — seriously, what’s not to like? If Brian’s gigantic penis didn’t intimidate him... there was a hell of a thought.

At this time, May and I were both completely clothed, but Marisol was in her lingerie. It was intentional — I’ve played enough cards to know that she was clearly losing on purpose. I think she enjoyed the attention she was getting.  Among the guys, Eric was going to be the next guy to finish stripping; Derrick was going to take a little while.

Brian kept watching as the game continued. Eric could tell his day of reckoning was getting closer, and, finally, as he was about to lose his final hand, he got up and ran out (still in his boxers, I might add). May, Marisol, and I looked at each other; we hadn’t meant to upset him, but none of us wanted to break away from what we expected to be a good time. Finally, Marisol took one for the team. Whispering to me not to tire the guys out too much, she chased after him, presumably to give him a blow job and ask for forgiveness.

I told Marisol I owed her one and turned my attention back to the game. With just the three of us, May and I actually had an even easier time controlling the action than we did before. She and I never went up against each other; we concentrated entirely upon getting Derrick’s meat out of his pants.

It took a while, but finally he was able to convince himself that I couldn’t possibly have the only hand that could beat him. In fact, it was a special hand, as I will always remember the first time I ever had an orgasm while playing cards. Seeing his bet, knowing that I couldn’t be beat, I felt that familiar spasm from deep within. I don’t think I moaned...

Derrick did not disappoint. He was hung like a horse and hard to boot. This hadn’t been a secret for quite a while, actually. Unlike Brian, who had somehow managed to conceal his size, Derrick was hard throughout the game; as soon as his pants came off, his underwear came up like a tent resting upon his amazing pole. Still, it’s one thing to know that such an instrument exists, and quite another to see it within easy reach.

“Game over; we win,” I said.

“Oh no you don’t!” said Derrick. “You two gotta keep playing.”

“We do, do we?” I asked mischievously.

“Yes! Yes!” added Brian enthusiastically. His cock had hardened and he was trying desperately not to grab it and start to beat off.

I winked at May. “Well, you guys have to do something for us first...”

To be continued. 

Posted by Me on December 10, 2008 21:45 | Permalink | Comments

So, I tend to get a lot of questions when I’m on CamContacts; everything from the most basic (I’ll be 25 on New Year’s Day) to the most personal (90% real, 10% surgically enhanced ).

One of the most common things I get asked is whether or not I swallow when I give head. Of course, the answer is yes - I can’t imagine denying myself the satisfying pleasure of a hot, sticky load running down my throat. But there was a time, before I knew the sensation of cum-swallowing, when I would let it go to waste. Of course, the last time I did that was my junior year in high school...

My boyfriend at the time, Aaron, drove a restored 1967 Corvette - damn I miss that car (not him, so much — just the car! ). I used to love flying around town in that thing; if you’ve never heard the roar of a true Sting Ray, well, go find one... and then imagine me lying underneath him on the roof while he pushed his personal "hot rod" deep into me. I don’t think my back cared for the experience, but my pussy loved it.

Anyway, he was a couple of years older than already enrolled at a nearby university — I’ve always had a thing for older guys. I loved the looks I got when I rode up to school in that car — driven by a college student, no less! — so I made him drive me at least a couple of times a week.

One of those days was also the last time I ever spit semen. My parents had gone out of town for a couple of days and left me home alone; naturally, I wasted no time getting Aaron over and into my bed. It was a good solid night of fucking, but the great thing about college guys is the stamina. He probably emptied his load three or four times, all over me (not to mention inside!)

In the morning, I got up and started getting ready for school, letting Aaron sleep. I carefully washed my sore pussy and made sure to remove any trace of the scent of recent sex — no sense calling attention to myself at a place like St. Ignatius. I put on my school uniform and was checking myself in the mirror when I saw Aaron’s stiff cock issuing a morning greeting.

He had just woken up. “Baby,” he said, “you look great in that uniform. How about coming over here and giving my little man a kiss?” He wasn’t exactly shy.

I smiled and told him to stand up, and then I positioned myself in front of him, kneeling to take his meat in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the two of us in the mirror, knowing that the sight of a hot Asian chick in a school uniform giving a blow job from her knees would drive him nuts. “I’m taking your car today; I can’t be late for school,” I told him as I put my lips around his erect dick. He moaned his assent, and I began in earnest.

At the time, I was a novice cocksucker, but already I had learned to love the sensation of a man’s hard cock in my mouth, begging to be pleasured by my tongue. Knowing that I’m in total control always heightened the excitement — and my arousal. I licked the head of his cock, searching for the first precious drips of precum, knowing the sugary taste would be my reward for giving good head.

Even with the four rounds the night before, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long. Aaron was never very patient, and neither were his balls. I felt the precum on my tongue and savored the sweetness; then, I turned my attention to the shaft, pulling it deeply into my mouth and applying just the right of pressure to make my mouth feel a little like the wall of my slit.

I continued to take his member deep into my throat for a minute or two, then moved to a technique I had learned from one of the movies in Aaron’s collection. Very gently, I took his head in my teeth and closed my lips around it, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge at its thickest point. Then, I reached with my hand and started stroking his cock, knowing I’d pull his cum right into my waiting mouth.

Unsurprisingly, it worked. It was only a few moments before I was treated with a full mouthful of his semen, shooting against the back and top of my mouth. I finished jerking his load into my mouth, then slowly withdrew, making sure he could see how he’d filled me up. I then spit it out, letting him watch his cum drip down my chin while I watched his face flush with horny pleasure and his cock try to stand back up.

Just then, I noticed the clock — I must have spent a little longer on my morning head than I thought, because I had about 9 minutes to make the 10-minute drive to school. Luckily, I had the ’Vette... I kissed him and ran out the door, wiping my chin on the way.

I think it was second period when my friend Andrea noticed. “Rochelle, I think you have a toothpaste stain...”

Needless to say, starting that evening when I returned home, I haven’t spit once.

Posted by Me on December 05, 2008 23:30 | Permalink | Comments

Missed parts 1-6? Read them here: I, II, III, IV, V, VI.

I could hardly believe my luck. Here I was having dinner with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, her vibrator in my pussy, and now she’d just ordered a gorgeous dessert before I’d even finished the appetizer. I was staring at our new friend when I felt a jolt between my legs — Lisa had turned the vibrator up, and quickly.

Startled, I looked at her. “Don’t tell me you were going to stare at her for the whole ten minutes!” She laughed, clearly teasing. I smiled. I probably would have stared, but that’s not why I smiled; the smile was due to the orgasm that came with the increase in vibrations. “Besides,” she reminded me, “it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

We were still playing? “Truth.” I was a little nervous about doing another dare; I didn’t really want to end up singing “I’m Too Sexy” while stripping for the rest of the restaurant. 

“Have you ever put a vegetable in your pussy?”

I blushed. “Um... well... no...” I said. “I had a cucumber, one time... I... It didn’t really fit, and I was afraid to push it.” I was a little embarrassed, but the memory of that day made me more horny than ever. I may not have been able to get the cucumber to fit, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t cum. Hard.

She smiled. “I bet you’d like me to make it fit, wouldn’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even really know. Her words made my pussy flow with fresh juice; at that moment, I don’t think there’s anything she could have suggested that I wouldn’t have wanted.

“Your turn.”

I wondered how she was able to keep her mind on the game. I couldn’t think about anything except my vibrating pussy and the taste of Lisa’s flesh that was to come. I double-checked to make sure her ass vibrator was on the highest setting. It was; I decided maybe it would help to vary the power, so I started turning it from full power down to ¼ and then back.

It worked — her eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew she was having another orgasm. Naturally, my body responded in an identical fashion — it’s every bit as wonderful to watch a woman cum as to it is to watch a man, and I don’t have to worry about cleaning up afterwards, either.

“Your turn,” she repeated. Somehow, she’d kept her composure.

“Truth or dare,” I asked her.

“Truth.”

I think she was taking it easy on me; I wasn’t really sure how to top the last dare I’d done anyway. But what to ask? “Have you ever... cheated on a girl with her sister?” It was the first thing that came to mind.

She laughed. “Cheated? No.”

Something about her eyes... “Not cheating, then?”

She smiled. “You remember me telling you about Vanessa, my ex?”

I nodded. I’d seen pictures of Vanessa. She must have been a serious bitch, because my girl Lisa did not leave her ’cause of looks. For a white girl, she was fine.

“Did I ever tell you why we broke up?”

Could she read my mind? “No, baby, you didn’t.”

She laughed. “Vanessa has a sister, Sara. She’s about 2 years older, but they could pass for twins. They’re both gorgeous. And.. they have a rule.” Her voice changed pitch and timbre; I could tell she was mimicking Vanessa. “Sisters share and share alike.” She winked.

“You fucked them both?” Somehow this made me very, very wet.

“Honey, they shared me... took turns with me... doubled up on me... I liked it best in the middle, with Sara’s strap-on pumping my cunt and rubbing up on my clit while I ate Vanessa’s sweet pussy.”

I would have given a month’s salary to see that... and then I realized that, with our hostess coming over, I might just be in a similar position by the end of the night. My aching pussy gave another spasm.

“But, why did you leave?” I asked.

She gave me the most seductive smile I’d ever seen. “They fought over me. ‘Share and share alike’ turned into ‘Whose turn is it to get Lisa?’ and ‘No fair! She ate you out last night!’ I got fed up.”

A slight sound snapped me out of the warm orgasmic feeling her last confession had given me, and I looked up to see our waiter, still hard (or hard again?), and still blushing. Stammering, he asked if we were ready for our bill. Lisa asked to see a dessert menu; something told me the waiter was going to get yet another gratuity when he returned with it. As he walked away, Lisa nodded to the door. I saw the hostess look around, wink, and blow me a kiss. Oh. My. God. 

Posted by Me on December 04, 2008 23:00 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

Seeing Jen in that letter jacket brought back a lot of memories from high school... She was always getting away with things; none of the rest of us could figure out how. I remember one time, Sister Rose caught Jen in the boys’ bathroom. Jen told her that the girls’ room was full of smoke and she was coughing, so she used the boys’ room. Somehow, the Sister believed her! All of the students knew that if the girls’ room was smoky, it was probably Jen who’d filled it up. We also knew that the reason Jen was in the boys’ room was that it was a good place to give a blow job. Some girls might complain if a boy was in their bathroom, but no self-respecting boy would complain about a girl being in theirs. But somehow, she was able to lie with a straight face and get away with it completely.

Then there was Brother Henry... Ah, Brother Henry, or Brother “Horny,” as we all called him. He must have been about 24, straight out of seminary, where he seemed to have missed the lessons on the sins of the flesh.. or, at least, he ignored the ‘sin’ and concentrated on the ‘flesh.’ Brother Horny must have had quite an impressive package... or he may have been the only Catholic school teacher to pad his shorts. Either way, he wasn’t the least bit shy about showing affection toward the female students. The possible punishment — getting fired, and then excommunicated — didn’t seem to bother him in the least. He lusted openly and without shame.

Jen wasn’t the brightest student in the school, but she never had any problem passing Brother Horny’s class. She’d sit in the back and lean back in the chair, spreading her legs and letting him look. I have to admit, I was torn — I spent half of the class looking up her skirt and the other half watching Brother Horny try to keep his composure while dreaming about her pussy. I think I may have left class as wet as she did...

After school, she had special “tutoring” sessions with the good Brother. Jen knew a lot of the other girls were pissed, but she was enjoying herself far too much to care. She didn’t even try to hide it — in fact, she made him buy her a charm.. an angel, with a halo. She wore it on her waistband, right next to her pussy — I guess he was more skilled in bed than he was in class.

I actually asked her about his massive bulge one time. I still remember the look upon her face — I think she was reliving an orgasm. She was lost in her memory as her eyes rolled back inside her head and her lips came slightly apart. I heard a faint gasp and then, to my amazement, her hand reached towards her pussy as if to stroke her clit. I was mesmerized. I was no virgin, but nothing I’d ever experienced had been anything close to what I was seeing on her face.

It was at that moment I decided I had to have him. Of course, that’s a story for another day..

Posted by Me on December 03, 2008 21:30 | Permalink | Comments

Need to catch up? Click for parts I, II, III, IV, & V.

I watched as she walked away and approached the hostess. We both knew that the girl who had seated us was straight; more than that, she obviously didn’t care for displays of lesbian affection. Lisa knew that she risked a slap in the face or worse, but she accepted my dare without hesitation. Briefly, I considered calling her back, worried about the amount of humiliation I was risking for both of us.

The time for hesitation came and went, and I stayed silent. I tried not to fidget, but the truth is I almost forgot the sensations rising from my pussy. Apprehension was clouding my arousal, and it was at that point — more concerned about her well-being than my own, and nearly oblivious to the otherwise overwhelming feeling deep inside my body — that I was pretty sure I was in love with her.

Watching carefully, I saw the hostess’s reaction to our proposal. Her face turned bright red — a lot like mine when I’ve had a few too many to drink, in fact — and she ran out of the room. I tensed, fearing the worst, until Lisa caught my eye and winked, licking her lips. I had no idea why, but she was clearly confident. Then I realized that she was waiting for the girl to come back. Surely, Lisa would have returned unless she felt there was a reason to wait... I was sure I had misread the situation somehow, so I resolved to wait as patiently as I could. I relaxed slightly, at which point I suddenly remembered the vibrator, still going strong deep inside me.

I lurched, startled. I had no idea how I could have forgotten it, but the sudden return of the intense vibrations pushed me immediately back into an near-orgasmic state. I gritted my teeth and refused to give in to the desire to cum... at least, until Lisa had rejoined me and could watch up close.

The sudden call for attention by my pussy pulled my attention away from the door, so I didn’t notice immediately when the hostess returned. I looked up just in time to see them clasp hands as they exchanged a broad smile. Lisa winked at me again, and I knew the significance of the hand-clasp; she’d just handed the girl the vibrator. I felt an ache between my legs — she was amazing. I had no idea how she’d pulled it off, but I was certain she had.

I was treated to the sight of Lisa returning to her seat, her breasts riding high as her long legs took step after exquisite step. I checked the other diners; several of them were clearly following my girl as she walked, their heads turning as she passed. I smiled; it felt awfully good to be with a girl who was the center of attention.

I opened my mouth as she sat down, but she pressed her finger to my lips. I waited, my pussy throbbing both from the continuing vibration as well as from the anticipation of Lisa’s news.

“Her name is Misaki, she thinks you’re the most beautiful creature on the planet, and she’s absolutely straight.”

My face, which had risen with a glow at the compliment, fell slightly. I was confused; why did she take the vibrator unless...

Lisa caught my eye and winked. “She’s absolutely straight,” she repeated. “Her father is the manager on duty and he’s very conservative. She’s terrified that he might be watching. He would whip her if he ever thought she was ‘like us.’ But, you’re so beautiful... Keep an eye on her. Her next break is in ten minutes, and she promised to put the vibrator in then. She gets off work at 11. And, if we promise to leave by 10:30, to give her cover with her dad, she’ll meet us on the casino floor at 11:30.”

“Oh, and I almost forgot. She says she’s 18, and a virgin.”

Posted by Me on December 02, 2008 20:15 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

I ran into Jen at the Bellagio earlier today; she was hanging all over this middle-aged guy, playing kissy-face and basically making an ass out of herself. It seemed fitting. In high school, she’d always been such a slut; now, here she was, whoring herself out for some sugar daddy, presumably living the good life down in LA or maybe out in New York.

The part I couldn’t believe, though, was that she was wearing her St. Ignatius letter jacket, complete with a full set of charms on her waistband.

I should explain. You’re probably familiar with the high school letter jacket — you earn your varsity letter (for sports, cheerleading, academics, or whatever) and then your parents can shell out $300 for a nice jacket to put the letter on. They were immensely popular at my high school (and, from what I could tell, the rest of the schools in town as well). Most of us stopped wearing them after graduation, of course, but...

Anyway, what may not have been as common was a little tradition that began about the time I was a sophomore. I’m not sure how it got started, exactly, but some of the guys started buying up these little gold charms — lapel pins, really — and giving them out to their girlfriends. St. Ignatius is a conservative Catholic school, and we weren’t allowed to have any jewelry except for a class ring or a religious piece (like a crucifix on a chain). Most of the girls qualified for a letter of some sort — and, the lapel pins didn’t count as jewelry, so they started showing up on girls’ letter jackets.

This went on for a little bit, but I suppose the outcome was inevitable. Some of the more adventurous — and uninhibited — girls started collecting the pins, while the guys quickly changed the meaning from “girlfriend” to “sexual partner.” Also, a code started to appear: a charm on the left wristband meant mutual masturbation, the right wristband meant oral sex, and the waistband meant intercourse. Some of the girls, including Jen, even used the stripes on the waistband to indicate how good of a fuck he was — the closer to her pussy, the better it felt.

By the end of senior year, Jen was the undisputed champion of the letter jacket; as nearly as we could tell, she had collected every single charm any of the guys gave out — some several times. All of them were on her waistband, and all were carefully categorized to give the world her personal review. Girls turned to Jen — or, more accurately, to her jacket — for advice on which guys were the most satisfying. More than one fight started after a new pin was added, particularly if she gave a bad review.

As I walked away, I couldn’t help laughing. I knew Jen well enough to know that there was no way the guy had any idea what his prized young piece of ass was advertising every time they went out together... and I knew she was loving the extra attention too.

Posted by Me on December 01, 2008 21:45 | Permalink | Comments

[Catch up with parts I, II, III, IV]

Our main course arrived.  Since I hadn’t ordered it, I didn’t know what it was; Lisa was too far gone to take time to share. I’d finally had to ask her to turn my vibe down for a bit, but she was still going strong. I noticed she was grinding in her seat, presumably letting her toy explore her ass. I suddenly started to feel very jealous of a little piece of metal.

Lisa kept popping pieces of sushi into my mouth, staring at my breasts a little longer each time. I needed two bites for most of the rolls, so sometimes we’d trade back and forth, until finally she dropped one.

Right between my tits.

She didn’t hesitate — the chopsticks immediately chased them. Naturally, this was at exactly the same time as the waiter arrived to refill our water. He was quite hard, so if he’d blown his load earlier, he’d had time to recharge. He didn’t say a word — he just poured the water, bowed, and walked away.

She rescued the food from my cleavage and ate it herself, moaning softly with pleasure. “I’ll lick up the rest of it later,” she promised, and once again my clit pulsed.

“Truth or dare?” she said.

“What?”

“Truth or dare?”

In a public restaurant? “Dare,” I said.

“Show me your tits.”

“What?” I asked, incredulous.

“It’s not like nobody’s ever seen them before. Hell, you’ve been showing them off all night.”

The girl did have a point, but there’s a big difference between a one-on-one show from the privacy of my bedroom and the kind of exhibitionism that she was requesting. I guess I could have switched to a truth, but I took one glance at the look of pure lust etched upon her gorgeous face and thought “What the hell.” I looked around, and nobody seemed to be paying us any particular attention. I reached for the last couple of buttons, released them, and opened my shirt.

She licked her lips. “Without the petals.”

I didn’t even argue; I closed the shirt, turned away from the crowd, and slid my hands inside. I put the petals back in my bag — at this point, I didn’t give a shit about anything except Lisa. Indecent exposure and a criminal record? Who the hell cares? I turned back around to Lisa and gave her an eyeful.

Her face flushed, and I could see her lips purse as she sucked my nipples in her mind. She smiled. “Your turn,” she said. “I want a dare as well.”

I buttoned my shirt back up and tried to think. How could I up the ante? After all, she worked at the Crazy Horse; she was used to having people see her naked.

“Do you have another vibe in your bag?” I asked.

“What do you think?” She winked.

“The straight girl — the hostess. Give it to her and ask her to join us. I dare you.”

A beautiful smile came over her face; she turned my vibe back up — all the way. “You’re a bitch,” she said. “You’re a horny, naughty, nasty bitch, and I think I love you.”

She walked toward the front, bag clutched in hand, squeezing her ass together to keep the toy from vibrating itself out...

Posted by Me on November 30, 2008 14:00 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

I saw him again last night... He was standing by the window, drinking out of a martini glass. He was dressed like James Bond, immaculate in his tuxedo; I swore I could even see a glimmer of light off of his cuff links. I’m sure he saw me...

Over the past couple of days, it’s become almost a routine. Each night, as I’ve headed to bed after a long night with my friends online, I’ve done one last show for my most secretive fan, walking naked from the hot shower to the cool comfort of my sheets, watching carefully as he pleasured himself to his voyeuristic fantasy.

Last night, though... it must have been the passionate session with Lisa that ended my night; I came out of the shower quite aroused and determined to try something different. I hoped that he was ready to learn that I’d been a willing participant all along... I went to my closet and found the best match for his tux; a little formal number that I’ve worn when the occasion seemed right. I brought it over to the window and presented it for his approval. He nodded, almost imperceptibly. So far, so good...

I completed my ensemble with panties, stockings, my favorite clutch — I even grabbed a bracelet and a pair of nice sparkly earrings that I figured he’d be able to see. I skipped the petals, though — I doubted he’d get much of an effect from them. I didn’t intend to wear the dress long enough for my nipples to itch.

I tuned away from him, and, showcasing my legs and ass, slowly put the clothes on, savoring the occasional glance over my shoulder. I’m always amazed that guys love to watch me put clothes on almost as much as they love to watch me take them off. He was riveted; I saw him gulp down his martini and light up a cigarette. I wondered, briefly, if semen came out of tuxedo fabric — I turned away, suppressing a chuckle at the idea of some dry cleaner somewhere stumbling upon what I imagined would soon be his stained trousers.

When I was fully clothed, I adjusted the lights to the point where I thought he might have to struggle to see me — I felt a little mysterious. I started to dance, making sure to let my jewerly shine in the light that remained. I let him see all angles, knowing the silhouette I cast would be greatly appreciated.

I saw him begin to masturbate, and I began to undress. Now that he knew I saw him, he was making his affection clear, and I knew soon his orgasmic spray would erupt from that wonderful penis. I undressed faster, watching intently for the moment when his muscles would tense and the semen would fly. I thrust my exposed breasts at the window and got the response I wanted — he tensed, then went limp, with his hand at his side, and I knew he’d reached his goal.

As I gathered my clothes and headed for bed, though, i was already thinking — now that he knows the truth, what’s in store for tonight...?

Posted by Me on November 29, 2008 14:30 | Permalink | Comments

[Need to catch up? Read parts 1, 2, and 3]

My pussy exploded. Somehow, the vibrator stayed lodged inside, even as rivers of my sticky love juice flowed to either side. My panties were soaked, and I was starting to wonder if I was going to have a mark on my skirt as well. I could smell the scent of woman as it wafted up from between my legs. Or maybe it was from hers — her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and I knew she’d had an orgasm the very instant that I did. I wanted to jump on top of her and fuck her brains out — but, naturally, the waiter arrived with our sake and an appetizer course. Fucking waiter!

I think he smelled me, too — I saw it on his face, and I saw it in his pants. Of course, that might just have been my tits, which were lined up perfectly for him — again. Either way, I was sure we were going to get much more than our share of attention from the guy — which didn’t exactly bode well for my ability to fuck her. At least, not in the restaurant.

Lisa poured us both a drink. “To tonight,” she said, and raised her glass. “To tonight,” I agreed, and completed the toast. I poured down the sake without a second thought, and chased it with a big gulp of water. To hell with When Harry Met Sally, I’d just had a real orgasm at a restaurant table, and I wanted more.

Lisa was a born tease. She knew I was very capable of having several orgasms, one after the other — but she had every intention of making me work for them. As soon as we both came, she turned the vibe way, way down. Not off, of course — on just enough to tease me, but not enough to make me cum.

She asked for my hand again, and I wondered what other treat she might have stored. She gave me a small plastic wand, and I put it in my lap to examine it. It appeared to be the remote control, so I immediately turned it up to about 50%.

Nothing happened. Or, to be more precise, nothing happened to my pussy. I looked down to make sure I hadn’t done something wrong, then looked back up when I heard Lisa gasp. I looked over at her, and her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing very heavily. How silly of me! She was obviously wearing one as well.

“Thank you,” I said to her. “May this fill your pussy as well as you’ve filled mine.”

She laughed — as much as anyone can laugh when simultaneously being stimulated with a high-powered vibe, that is. “It’s not in my pussy, honey,” she said.

I felt another involuntary pleasure spasm. “Ohhhh,” I said. “In that case....” I turned the dial all the way up — full blast. “I didn’t know you liked it in the ass.”

The sensations were clearly too much for her. She just nodded. The vibrations seemed to be traveling all the way up her body; I was sure I could see her breasts shake inside that dress. Of course, it may have been my imagination, or it may have been the fact that the last thing she was able to do before having a second strong orgasm was to dial my vibrator up as well.

We sat there across from each other, each lost in our own world of orgasm. Me, with my pussy stuffed full and vibrating; her, with a toy shoved hard up her ass. Both of us were completely overcome by our own pleasure and oblivious to the world around us.

We had forgotten our appetizer, sitting succulently upon the table... and we had forgotten our order. I don’t know how long the waiter had been standing there when I finally took my eyes off of Lisa to acknowledge him. His face was bright red, and he was clearly very, very horny. Ahhh.. if only the hostess had felt that way. “I-I-Is everything satisfactory?” he stammered.

To my surprise, it was Lisa who answered, in a deep, throaty voice, “Yes, thank you very much.” Her voice was magical (or maybe it was just the vibe, still going nuts inside me). Either way, I got the distinct impression that he shot his wad into his underwear just from the sound of her voice. I know I did.

“Open up,” she said to me, and she picked up her chopsticks. I did as I was instructed, and she picked up a piece of — I think it was calamari — and held it toward my lips. I thought she was going to place it in my mouth, but she didn’t — she made me reach forward for it, giving her a full view of my breasts. Did I mention that I was falling in love with this girl?

I’ve always learned well by example; I picked up a piece and fed her the exact same way. Of course, that damned tape was holding her clothes on, so my view wasn’t quite as lovely. With the second piece, I gave her a message as well — “No more backless dresses.”

She understood and smiled. “Sorry about that; I wasn’t thinking. I’ll make it up to you.” She winked. I gave her the only response that seemed appropriate — I came.

By this point, my pussy was starting to feel rubbery and sore, and I was sure her ass was probably doing the same. I turned her vibe down, wanting to ease her off of it gently.

She kicked me right between the legs. Hard.

OK, kicked is probably the wrong word. After all, her leg was already in my lap; all she really did was straighten out and push the vibrator up against my clit. Still, it felt like she’d kicked me.

I looked up, hurt. “Don’t stop,” she said, through clenched teeth.

I knew better than to argue. I turned the vibe back up and let her ride the wave. I sat back and watched her; I had heard how intense anal stimulation could be, but, until now, I had never known anyone who had experimented with it. I was learning quite a bit about my girlfriend, and I had a feeling I still had more to learn that evening...

To be continued...

Posted by Me on November 28, 2008 20:30 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

I first noticed him, sitting on his balcony and smoking a cigarette. I had just finished a long evening of play online; I was ready for a shower and a nice day’s sleep. I didn’t pay him much attention; it might have been a little early for most people to be enjoying the fresh desert air, but this city runs all night. I moved to the bathroom, took my clothes off for the final time of the night, and got in.

After my shower, feeling fresh and eager to hop into bed, I walked back to my bedroom. As i walked back by the window, I noticed he was still sitting on the balcony, and suddenly I felt my clit starting to swell. I wasn’t even sure he could see me, but I decided to try it anyway. Impishly, I dropped my towel, leaving myself fully nude, completely exposed, and very aroused.

Rather than make it obvious that I was performing for him, I decided to play it cool. I walked by the window a couple of times, bending down to pick some things up off of the floor — and to give him a better view of my ass, of course. I turned around to face the window, raising my arms to show off my breasts at their absolute perkiest. Without being obvious, I checked to see if he had noticed my performance.

I almost came. He was still sitting on his balcony. His cigarette, long forgotten, lay smoldering in his ashtray. And he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. Calmly, in full view of the world, my neighbor was stroking himself in response to my show.

I pondered my response. Somehow I knew — he didn’t think that I’d seen him. That made my decision easy; I put my arms back down, walked away from the window, grabbed my vibrator, climbed into bed, completed the orgasm I’d just missed a moment earlier, and went to sleep. I wonder if his dreams were as sweet as mine...

Posted by Me on November 27, 2008 22:00 | Permalink | Comments

Did you miss parts one or two?

I got up and walked toward the restroom. As I walked, the vibrator buzzed briefly — Lisa’s way of letting me know what I was in for. She obviously had the remote control in her purse. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her motion to our waiter and order. She held the menu out in front of her and kept pointing to things and asking questions as though she didn’t know the choices... and each time the waiter leaned down to see what she was pointing at, he got another view down her dress. I felt my panties cream — Lisa was amazing.

I entered the restroom and found an empty stall. I lowered my skirt and put the vibrator into my pussy. It was perfect for the job — small, like a bullet vibe, but with a wide base which would prevent it from going all the way inside and getting lost. (The last thing I needed tonight was a trip to the emergency room, after all).

I thought for a moment and undid my bra. I always carried nipple petals in my purse, just in case — and this seemed like a perfect time to use them. (Guys, I can hear you wondering why I even bothered with the petals. Two reasons — (1) I wasn’t sure if Nobu had a decency code, and (2) the fabric doesn’t always rub me the right way; sometimes it tickles). I thought about removing my panties as well, but I realized that I’d probably want them to hold the vibrator in place.

I pulled my skirt back up and left the stall, flushing the toilet as a cover. I checked my tits in the mirror; my cleavage was evident but I wasn’t risking an arrest. I pulled my lipstick out of my purse and leaned toward the mirror to touch it up. (At least, that was what I was hoping anyone who saw me might think; in actuality, of course, I was making sure the shirt opened up properly for Lisa). I frowned at myself and undid one more button. Scandalous in Wichita, perhaps, but I felt like I’d be OK in Vegas. I leaned down again — perfect. My shirt parted gently and I could see an awful lot of flesh, and the petals were doing their job — My nipples were rock hard but my shirt didn’t betray my excitement.

I walked back to my table, unsure what to expect. I got an idea as soon as I got into range of the remote control; it felt like my pussy had exploded. I almost tripped, and I thought the buzzing noise was evident to the entire restaurant. I looked around to see if I was about to have handfuls of sticky rice thrown at my head, and I was shocked to find no particular interest in the faces of the nearest diners — at least, nothing out of the ordinary for me.

I smiled and walked confidently over to our table. Lisa was adjusting the intensity of the vibrator every time I got near somebody; I think she was trying to make me moan, but I’d heard great things about the food at Nobu and wasn’t going to get kicked out before I’d tried any of it. I sped up a little bit and slipped into the booth.

Immediately I felt her foot back upon my thigh, and this time I knew she had no intention of stopping there. We benefited from the relatively small table for two and from her height; she didn’t even slouch as she ran her toe up toward my waiting pussy.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my bra, passing it to her under the table; I then leaned over to show her the results. She smiled and put it into her bag — a trophy, perhaps; I’m no slouch, at 36C, but Lisa wears a 34DD. I checked. And, yes, they really are real. I inspected them thoroughly, believe me. Briefly, I wondered if she had an underwear collection like mine — I had a pair of underwear from nearly every man or woman I’d been in bed with. I didn’t yet have any of Lisa’s, but I was hopeful — maybe even whatever she had under the dress. Well, her panties, anyway — you don’t wear a bra with a backless dress.

Of course, putting the bra in her bag gave her an opportunity to turn up the heat on the toy that was fit snugly inside me. And, of course, she took full advantage of that, and my pussy started to shoot juices into my already cream-filled panties.

“Can’t you hear that?” I asked.

“Hear what?” she asked, with a naughty smile.

“Hear the vibrator, silly!”

“No, baby, don’t worry. It just seems louder because it’s inside you. Besides, don’t you hear the music playing? It’ll cover it up.”

In fact, I hadn’t heard the music. At all. It had probably been going since we arrived, but my attention had been elsewhere. I relaxed.

The vibrator apparently had another speed, and my visible relaxation told Lisa that the time was right. I couldn’t help it; I let out a soft moan. “Oh...”

Lisa was like a woman possessed. She hammered the vibrator up to its top setting and left it there, then whispered “cum for me, baby.” It wasn’t a plea — it was an order. And, from the look in her eyes, I wouldn’t be the only one.

I struggled to keep from yelling out. “Yes, Lisa,” I said, as gently as I could. “Yes......”

There’s still more to come...

Posted by Me on November 26, 2008 21:15 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

A couple of weeks ago, I was waiting at the departure gate for my flight from Chicago to Las Vegas when an Asian chick caught my eye. She looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t place her. She didn’t seem to recognize me, so I ruled out high school or college. “Maybe elementary school,” I thought — I’m sure there are some girls from elementary school that would give that kind of vague feeling of a relationship dimmed by time.

I didn’t think any more about it until I was boarding the plane; she was sitting about three rows ahead of my seat. As I passed her, I looked down and suddenly it hit me. She was a fellow CC hostess! I’ve been known to check out the other beauties from time to time, and it had been one of those times... it was a slow night online, and I was feeling a little anxious. Ever since I learned how much fun it can be to play with other naughty men and women, I’d started to anticipate my shifts, looking forward to the possibility of arousal and orgasm. This night, the only guests I’d had were insincere, and in a rush... and there’s nothing I hate more than an insincere guy in a rush.

Anyway, I decided to peek through the listings of online hostesses, seeing who caught my eye. It wasn’t long until I stumbled upon this beautiful Asian girl about my age. I went into her chatroom and started making small talk, curious more than anything. She invited me into her videochat, and I was just about to accept when one of my regular guests entered my room. I bid my new friend goodnight and hurried back to play, knowing that my slightly-damp panties were about to get a whole lot wetter.

To this day, I’ve never made it back. I look for her every now and then, but she doesn’t seem to be on except when I’m busy. Still, it’s quite an amazing coincidence, being on the same flight these many months later. I thought about sitting with her and introducing myself, but I could see she was with a boyfriend and figured she wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.

Of course, this also got me thinking... I wonder if I’ve ever been the subject of this kind of recognition...

Posted by Me on November 25, 2008 20:15 | Permalink | Comments

Did you miss part one?  Catch up here.

Momentarily lost in the memory, I didn’t notice her hand until it was firmly upon my ass.  She squeezed, playfully, and I knew I needn’t have worried about her reaction to a public kiss.  I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek, fully losing myself in the sensation.  I felt a warm rush of juice to my pussy.  I pulled away from her face, smiled, and licked my lips in anticipation.  I could feel the stares of the room, and I knew Lisa did as well.  I felt sure we both enjoyed them immensely.

We continued through the casino area, her hand seemingly stuck in place on my backside; I wrapped my arm around her waist to return the affection.  We reached Nobu — located in the HRC’s dining area — and I gave my name to the hostess.  She was rather cute, but I saw the stifled distaste on her face our appearance had caused.  She obviously didn’t approve of our lifestyle, but she led us to our table anyway — a cozy booth in the dim light of the corner.  “Your server will be right with you,” she said.

As soon as she left, Lisa turned to me.  “She’s hot; too bad she’s straight.”  She winked, and I again felt relieved; she clearly wasn’t the jealous type.  I don’t mean to suggest that I was looking to pick up another girl; the times I’d been with Lisa were incredibly intense, and I was very much looking forward to more. At the same time, if the opportunity arose — well, clearly neither one of us were going to turn it down.

I put my napkin in my lap and looked across at Lisa.  “Too bad indeed,” I agreed.  “Well, her loss.”  I winked as well.

Our waiter came by and took our drink orders.  Naturally, we asked for a bottle of sake.  Not that I like sake — in fact, I prefer something with a little more kick.  But, we were at Nobu, so — sake.  He stepped away to give us a moment to study the menu.

I picked the menu up and gave it a glance.  I was just trying to decide between the California roll and the eel when I felt something on my thigh.  I looked down.  Lisa’s shoe was in the floor, and her foot was in my lap.  I giggled.

She leaned over towards me, offering me the best view she could of her cleavage.  (Damned backless dress!)  “Is something funny?” she asked.

“No... no, sweetheart.  You’re just... cute.”  I hoped it was the right thing to say; the truth was, my pussy was pounding and my thigh was tingling where I felt the warm touch of her foot upon it.

She smiled — score one for saying the first thing that came to mind.

I smiled back, then turned away briefly.  I’m not a big fan of evening gowns, so I’d worn a button-down tight red shirt and a short black skirt.  When I turned back, I’d undone a couple of buttons; just enough to return the favor for the view she’d given me, but not enough to get us kicked out.  I positioned myself so she got a clear view of my black bra.  Of course, the waiter probably would too, but I didn’t think he’d complain.

She smiled again, then motioned for me to hold out my hand.  I leaned closer — again, a better view for her — and put my hand on the table. She placed something small and metallic in my palm, then clasped it tightly. Could it be...?  I was about to pull away so I could open up my hand and look at it when our waiter came back.

He noticed our hands, and he noticed my breasts as well.  I saw him turn bright red, and my pussy got another little jolt.  “Would, um.. would you ladies like a little more time?”

“Yes, please,” I said, as sweetly as I could manage.  He walked away, and Lisa winked — she’d timed it that way intentionally.  I was beginning to fall in love with this girl.

She released my hand, and I drew it back into my lap to look at it.  It was, indeed, a small vibrator.  My clit started to pump with excitement, and I could feel my nipples starting to get hard.  She smiled.  “Go put it in,” she said.  “I’ll order for us both.”

To be continued... don’t worry. 

Posted by Me on November 24, 2008 22:30 | Permalink | Comments

Hey, guys — we know, OK? We feel your eyes at Victoria’s Secret. No matter who you’re there with, or who that naughty little number is for, we know you’re checking us out. We know you’re undressing us and trying the various pieces of lingerie on our waiting bodies. Hell, we see it in your eyes, or the way you look away after a particularly satisfying visual image.

Of course, it turns me on immensely. Yesterday I was looking for some new gems for my collection when a Japanese couple walked in. He wasn’t bad looking — but she was amazing. Perfect skin, gorgeous curves, and the nicest, poutiest mouth a girl could ever ask for. Sure, she was somewhere between a B and a C cup, but it was perfectly proportioned, and I enjoyed every second of my stolen glance.

You know where this is going, don’t you? I was looking at a couple of rather nice bras (come take a look sometime ) when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Japanese chick checking out a purple corset that was just about perfect for her. I was starting to get a little wet when I noticed her boyfriend. Despite the beautiful presentation, he wasn’t looking at her. Nope, he was staring right at me, trying those bras on my big babies with his eyes. It was the perfect triangle — I wanted the girl he had, and he wanted... what I had. I couldn’t help chuckling — and winking — as I felt the familiar rush of fluids below my waist. Even now, though, I’m still not sure which of the two of them I was winking at....

Posted by Me on November 23, 2008 15:15 | Permalink | Comments

Last night I was having a particularly arousing experience with a very special friend of mine when my thoughts started to wander.  I’ve been attracted to her for some time, but last night she was absolutely radiant, and I started to imagine...

(I’ve changed the name and a couple of other details out of respect.. but you know you who are, sweetheart.. )

I call this “Rochelle and Lisa Go to Nobu.”

I’ve got to admit it; it’s a lot of fun to be a bi exhibitionist. Unless we stay within the gay scene, going out with a girlfriend is sure to draw a lot of attention.  Sure, some of it is good attention and some bad — that’s why a lot of girls stay in the closet, after all. But I thrive on it — from the disapproving glances of middle-aged housewives to the unabashed, horny stares of young men, I get off on attention.

Lisa and I had gone on a couple of dates — Gipsy, Girl Bar — but this was our first trip together outside of the protective walls of the gay society.  Of course, in Las Vegas, anything goes — but it’s not just enlightened socialites from New York who come here to lose their shirts at the tables.  As far as the casinos are concerned, Alabama money is just as good as any other kind — so you still get some stares.

For those of you who don’t know, Nobu is the sushi place in Las Vegas.  It’s off the strip, at the Hard Rock.  And let me tell you, as we walked past the slot machines and blackjack tables, there was more than one hard rock in the crowd, if you know what I mean.   I like to think of myself as pretty hot — these looks weren’t free, but they were worth it — but Lisa is a fucking knockout.

She’s about 5′7″ — very tall for a Japanese girl — with long, silky black hair and a model’s figure.  She’d moved from Japan to LA with her parents when she was 16, and had come to Vegas at 19.  It’s an old story, particularly for those of us from traditional Asian families — her parents refused to accept her lifestyle, so she packed up and left.  The funny thing about Vegas — you can be too young to drink and too young to gamble, but at 19 she was plenty old enough to be a headliner at the Crazy Horse. Now, two years later, she was the star; the other dancers pleaded with her to work extra shifts, as she could warm up the crowd like nobody else they’d ever seen. Finally, though, she’d taken a night off — for us.

That night, she was wearing a low-cut, backless black dress, hemmed right below the knee.  (BTW, guys, just so you know — it’s a fucking pain in the ass to wear those things!  We’ve got to glue them to our tits to keep them from falling off.  The things we do to turn you on....)  As usual, she was wearing heels, to further stand out above the crowd.  I was wearing a comfortable medium heel — I would have needed platform shoes to be on Lisa’s level, and those went out with disco.

We walked through the slot machine area, past the table games, and I felt the glances of the (mostly young) crowd.  I wondered how she’d react to a kiss.  Kissing some people is no big deal; it feels good, sure, but you move on with your life.  Kissing Lisa, on the other hand, was an experience to be savored.  One touch of my lips on her sweet skin and the rest of the world would cease to exist; my eyes would snap shut, my ears would block out all sound, and my brain would be focused entirely upon the sensations of pleasure flowing from my lips.

To be continued... promise.

Posted by Me on November 22, 2008 21:15 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

Earlier I wrote about my first time watching a viewer watch me. I had another wonderful surprise a few weeks after that. I’d started asking for cam-to-cam with many of my friends, and I was loving every bit of it. Most guys have cams these days, although it wasn’t at all unusual for a guy to turn my request down. I was intrigued, though, by one response.

“Are you sure you want to see me?”

“Absolutely...I love to watch.”

“Well... you should understand... Chris is short for Christina.”

I felt a rush in my pants, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced with a viewer before. At that time, I didn’t really talk about my bisexuality; I always thought there was something a little wrong with me. Certainly, in my conservative family, sleeping with each other was just not something that girls did. Despite the fact that I’d had more than a few very passionate encounters, I never expected to come across a likeminded lady in my chat room.

Hesitantly, I assured her I wanted to continue. She appeared on my screen, and at that moment, she was quite simply the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. She was topless, and I could see her perky nipples standing at attention. I could see her light blue vibrator at her side, ready for further action.

Quickly I matched her toplessness. I wondered if she was feeling as much heat as I was. I imagined her sweet breath on my nipple and her moist tongue about to pounce; I could feel her teeth as she gently bit down upon it. Sorry guys, but it’s true what they say — women are just better than men at knowing how to make each other hot.

The feeling was intoxicating. Everything I’d learned since childhood said that I shouldn’t be letting this young woman watch me... but everything I felt told me that this was so incredibly right — so perfect — it was almost overwhelming.

We made love for hours that night, coming over and over and over again. When I simply couldn’t take it anymore, she gave me one last shot of her sticky wet legs, spread wide to show her still-pulsing clit, before finally blowing me a kiss goodnight; her vibrator lay spent at her side in a now-silent salute to our mutual pleasure.

I knew at that moment that my life would never be the same.

Posted by Me on November 21, 2008 21:45 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

Oh, what an afternoon! My girlfriend Jill and I (no! She’s not my type... and, anyway, I’m pretty sure she’s straight) were heading south down the strip, riding low in her convertible with the top down.  She needed to pick up a couple of things over by the airport, and I never pass down an opportunity to ride the droptop. Most of the year, it’s too damned hot! Anyway, an SUV pulled up on our right. Jill slowed down to let it past, but it slowed down as well, matching our speed.

I looked up at the driver — he must have been about 19, skinny, and very, very obviously checking the two of us out. From the height of his seat and the cut of my shirt, I was pretty sure he was looking right at my tits.

Naturally, I felt a little tingle down below. I always love being the center of attention, and — no offense to Jill — I was pretty sure I was the star attraction again. We pulled up to the stoplight at Tropicana, and I noticed there was a passenger in the back of the SUV; he was staring down my shirt as well. We were in the left-turn lane, heading onto Tropicana; our new fans were headed straight, presumably hitting the Luxor or Mandalay Bay.

I told Jill to make sure she accelerated quickly when the light turned green. She looked at me, then at our audience, and smiled. I think she had an idea what I was about to do.

I smiled at the boys and gave a nice little wink. Then, keeping an eye on the traffic, I waited until I knew the light was just about to change, and then... BAM. I tugged on my shirt and bra, popping my breasts out and giving the boys a clear view. I just had time to see their jaws drop before Jill peeled out, we made the left turn, and I dropped my boobs back into place.

I turned and waved at the SUV. I could tell that the driver desperately wanted to follow, but there was way too much traffic and he was forced to sit there, not knowing if they’d ever see us again.

At this point, Jill and I were both howling with laughter. I was dripping wet, and I’m pretty sure she was too. Believe it or not, it was the first time I’d ever shown off my prized babies in public, and I have to say... it was one hell of a rush.

Posted by Me on November 20, 2008 20:15 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

So, from time to time I get to watch my guests as they enjoy my show. I have to say, it’s a real thrill. I didn’t have a lot of exposure to sex growing up; masturbation just isn’t something that we talked about at home, and most of my friends thought that boys who did it were gross.

I guess I knew that my high school boyfriends played with themselves when I wasn’t around, but I never really thought about it. Whenever we were together, his hands were all over me, not himself. So, it wasn’t until I started hosting that I really became exposed to the enjoyment of watching a good-looking man pleasure himself.

I was actually surprised the first time it happened. A guest invited me to watch him during a particularly intense session. I brought up his camera and.. damn! About 9 inches of pure, hard meat stared me right in the face, and he had it gripped in a titantic struggle as he stroked up and down the powerful shaft. Suddenly, unconsciously, I moaned. I realised I’d let loose a big flow of juices — one of my first orgasms while playing online.

I was completely overcome. I wanted that cock; I could almost taste it. I imagined myself wrapping my lips around the big head.. then, as i watched him continue to work the shaft, suddenly it was my other lips that I could feel gripping it. I could feel the point deep inside where he’d reach if only it were me instead of that hand bouncing up and down on his magnificent dick. I came again.

So did he. I watched the first wonderful dose of that milky-white fluid shoot out of his head and up onto his chest; another landed on his upper arm. Then, some of the leftovers started running down his hand. I was so turned on I actually came a third time as I imagined taking the sweet, sugary semen onto my tongue.

Ever since then, I’ve always looked forward to one-to-one video time when I’m chatting. Now, don’t get me wrong — later I found that I prefer starting the video a little earlier in the show, as the anticipation is overwhelming. But, that first time will always be a little extra magical.

Posted by Me on November 19, 2008 19:45 | Permalink | Comments

I love hanging out online with my friends and getting to play with myself at the same time.  A few days ago, I got really hot during a particularly intense session, and I found myself taking some pretty damn naughty pictures.  Naturally, I just hadto share them. Come take a look... 

Posted by Me on November 18, 2008 20:30 | Permalink | Comments

Dear Diary,

I’ve got years of secrets to share... oh, I can hardly wait!  But some stand out more than others... this happened, oh, three or four years ago now...

I don’t know if this really counts as a threesome, but one night at a club this hot girl hit on me. I told her that she was beautiful, but I wasn’t into that.  Later that night, I was kissing my date, when all of a sudden she shows up beside us and joins our kiss! It was weird at first, but I got caught up in how GOOD it felt. It didn’t seem to bother my date either, so I went with it.

We had to have been kissing and touching each other for about 10 mintues in front of the whole club! WOW! What a place to have my first threesome, huh? Since then I’ve always wondered how far it could have gone and how good it might have felt...

And wouldn’t you know it?  I’ve been back to that club from time to time since then, and I’ve never seen her since.  Ahh.. tourists in Vegas.

Posted by Me on November 15, 2008 17:11 | Permalink | Comments

Hi everybody! Welcome to my first-ever blog.

I’m Rochelle, and I’ll be your hostess today. ;-) I’m building this blog because I love to share everything about my life with friends like you. Check back often for my latest news, pictures, stories, ... and fantasies. I hope you like visiting my page as much as I like writing it!

Posted by Me on November 14, 2008 22:27 | Permalink | Comments