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Now, here is "Volume II" of my story:

Hi Kristen,

As you probably know, in my last letter, I promised to keep you informed about my continuing adventures now that I've become a full-time sex toy for my husband, John, and his friends. In my first letter, I told you all about how I got into this position and how much John and I enjoyed my first gangbang.

Since that night, it seems my life has become one fantasy fuck after another. John's imagination is unlimited, and I have yet to refuse one of his orders. Since I now spend most of my days nude, I have gone on a diet, trimming my figure to 35c-25-35. John still thinks my legs are my best asset (since I'm 5'8" tall, I do have nice long legs which are emphasized nicely by the stiletto heels I now wear constantly).

In the weeks since I became a sex toy, John and I have established a set of rules which I constantly obey. These rules are:

1. I never, ever wear a bra, panties, pantyhose or any type of pants, unless directed to by John.

2. Whenever I am in our house, I must be naked, except that I am permitted to wear a garter belt, stockings and high heels. John will make exceptions to this for special occasions (for example, a visit from my mother), but such exceptions are rare.

3. My legs and pussy must be perfectly shaved at all times. I am not permitted to have any stubble or other imperfections. I am permitted to retain a small triangle of pubic hair above my pussy, but it must be neatly trimmed.

4. My hair and makeup must be perfect at all times. My hair (blonde) is worn long and loose around my shoulders. My lipstick and fingernails are always to be bright red, and must be perfectly maintained.

5. When I leave the house, I wear only miniskirts, minidresses, or button-down-the front skirts or dresses which must be unbuttoned to a point at least 18" above my knees. Blouses must be either sheer enough to see my nipples, or must be unbuttoned to a point below my tits.

6. I am not permitted to use "cutesy" or "analytical" terms such as "making love" or "vagina". Instead, I must use common terms like "fuck" and "cunt."

7. I must fuck, suck, and/or display my body whenever and wherever John orders. This includes fucking and sucking any of the guys from my first gangbang whenever they want. After all, they helped teach me the joy of being a fuck toy, so they deserve "any time, any where" status.

8. I must obey any order John gives, even if it conflicts with any of the above rules.

I realize that many women would find these rules oppressive and unacceptable, especially in the "Equal Rights" era we live in. However, I have no problem with these rules. I know that John respects my mind and believes me to be his equal in all non-sexual matters. I trust him completely and know that he would never order me to do anything, which might hurt me.

Our rules only provide a basis for a great sex life. Before the rules we had a "normal" sex life--2 or 3 fucks a week, generally just before we both fell asleep. Now, I get fucked 2 or 3 times a day and have experienced thrills that other women merely dream of. For example, let me tell you what I did this week:

On Monday, as usual, I got up an hour before John, showered, shaved my legs and pussy, prepared my hair and make-up, and woke John up with a blowjob. About 10:00 A.M., I got a phone call from Steve. As you may recall, Steve is one of the guys who participated in my first gangbang and to whom John has offered my body on an "anytime" basis.

It seems Steve was going to be in town briefly and wanted to fuck. I invited him over, called John at work to report my situation, and set up our camcorder to record the activity for John's review. When Steve arrived, I greeted him wearing only my stiletto heels and a gold necklace. Since he was in a hurry, we didn't bother with games. Instead, he took me straight to bed, fucking me with his normal level of passion.

After he filled my pussy with his cum, he allowed me to fuck myself to an orgasm with a dildo while he watched. Since this made him hard again, he had me suck his cock, choosing to shoot his load all over my face. After he left, I had just enough time to get cleaned up before John came home for lunch. While John watched the video of Steve fucking me, I sat between his legs, sucking his dick. Eventually, John rewarded me by bending me over the sofa and fucking me up the ass.

The afternoon was relatively uneventful, although one door-to-door salesman got quite an eyeful while trying to convince me to buy an encyclopedia. Had he wanted to fuck me, I would have called John to get permission (which is almost always granted) and then would have given him whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, he never worked up the courage to ask.

On Mondays, we always have a "Monday Night Football" party. John invited the usual gang over for the game, and I filled the role of cocktail waitress (nude, of course). I also provided the halftime entertainment, putting on a show with my dildo collection.

During the game, John runs a pool -whoever guesses closest to the final score gets to fuck the waitress. This week, the winner was Ron, a black stud with the biggest cock I have ever seen. As the others watched, Bob fucked me for almost an hour, coming twice in my cunt and once in my mouth. I must admit, I always secretly hope that Ron will win the pool.

I always enjoy getting fucked in front of an audience, but it's even better with a well-hung stud like Ron. No matter how often I do it, there is nothing that turns me on as much as swallowing his 12" dick and feeling his big balls slap my chin while the others "ooh and ahh" over my cocksucking abilities. I know it also turns on John, because he never fails to fuck me like mad on nights after Ron wins the pool.

On Tuesdays, I am permitted to sleep in because of Monday's late night activities. Thus, John was already at work when the phone rang, waking me up. This time, it was Joe calling. Joe is one of our Monday night regulars, but isn't one of my "anytime" fuckers. He also has yet to be lucky enough to win the pool, and therefore has never gotten to fuck me. He said that he hadn't been able to sleep since watching Ron and me and desperately needed to see me. He asked me to meet him at a local restaurant for lunch and "some fun".

After getting approval from John, I showered, shaved and dressed for lunch. I wore a tiny, white knit minidress, which barely covered my ass. Because it was so short, I couldn't wear any stockings, and so was completely nude underneath. Putting on my 4" white high heels, I went out the door, confident that Joe would enjoy seeing me.

Every eye in the room watched me as I walked over to Joe's booth. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he made room for me to sit down. He kept his left hand on my pussy during the entire meal, letting me know my choice of clothing was perfect. Throughout the meal, I did my best to keep him aroused, sensuously licking my silverware, and making a point of talking about how much I enjoy Monday night football.

After finishing lunch, we then went out to his car, where I asked if he wanted a blowjob or a fuck. "God," he moaned, "I'm dying to fuck your mouth!"

Stripping off my dress, I slid to the floor and freed his cock. Needless to say, he was already rock hard and ready for action. His cock was tiny compared to Ron's, but was a nicely shaped 6" and so eager looking, so he had nothing to be ashamed of. I could tell his blowjob was not going to take long from the moment I touched his quivering dick. The head was already coated with pre-cum from all my teasing in the restaurant, and he moaned softly as I kissed the tip and licked off the delicious fluid.

Slowly, I lowered my head, sucking slightly as his cock slid over my tongue. After a few strokes, I paused to tell him how good he tasted and how glad I was he had called me.

As I slid him back into my hot mouth, I saw him close his eyes and clench his mouth, and knew he was fighting to keep from coming. I also knew that when a man is in my mouth, the only one who can control his cock is me, and I was not going to let him wait. Sucking deeply, I fed his dick down my throat, humming softly as I did so. At the same time, I gently squeezed his balls, encouraging his orgasm.

As I expected, he erupted in my mouth, unleashing spurt after spurt of my favorite after-dinner drink. As his orgasm subsided, I continued to suck and lick his cock, managing to maintain his rigid condition. Once I was sure he was going to stay hard, I slid back onto the seat and pulled his face to mine. As we kissed, I managed to let a few drops of his cum (which I had held in my mouth) dribble onto his tongue.

"How do you like the taste of your sperm?" I asked.

"I-I'm not sure," he stuttered, "Th-that's the first time I've tasted it."

"Well," I suggested, "How would you like to taste a load of your cum as it drips out of my pussy? If you're willing, I'll let you fuck me right now to find out how it tastes."

Without hesitation, he kissed me again and said, "Yes, Yes--anything you want!"

"Do you want me right here where anybody can see us?" I asked.

"I don't care who sees us, I have to fuck that beautiful cunt!" he nearly shouted.

I immediately slid onto his lap and buried his cock in my pussy. As I rode him like a bucking bronco, I whispered encouragement into his ear: "Come on baby, fuck me good. Pound the cock into my tight little pussy. You like that, don't you? Yes, that's it, fuck me hard. You know I like it when a man abuses my cunt. Oh God, you do like fucking me don't you? Oh, I can't wait to tell John what a terrific fuck you gave me. Oh, baby stick it to me... I love your prick... oh, you're going to make me cum... come on sugar, give it to me... cum with me, Joe...make me your fuck toy... fuck me, FUCK ME..."

Between the squeezing of my cunt muscles and the begging in his ear, Joe was going wild: "Yes, yes, ride my cock, bitch...God, I love your pussy...you are so fucking beautiful... oh, oh, I'm coming!"

He shot his second load in ten minutes, splashing my insides with his seed. As he collapsed in exhaustion, I guided him onto his back across the front seat. As he gasped for air, I quickly slid off of his softening prick and moved up to straddle his face. He opened his eyes to see my shaved pussy inches from his mouth.

"Wait," he started to say.

"No way, sugar," I replied, "You promised to eat your cum out of my pussy, and now it's time to pay the piper."

I lowered myself onto his mouth and relaxed my cunt muscles, letting his load pour out of me and onto his face. Gasping for air, Joe knew he had no choice but to swallow his own cum. Surrendering, he swallowed and licked me clean, bringing me to an orgasm as he did.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" I asked.

"I guess not," he answered, "Besides, that fuck was worth it."

I couldn't help but giggle as Joe struggled to get his pants back up and I slid back into my dress. For once, the fuck toy had taken control and been the boss. What a thrill it was to force a man to do what I wanted! Not that I was about to give up my whore status with John (and lose the chance for all this great sex), but it was fun to be in charge for a change... I'd almost forgotten how easy it is to control a man through his penis.

After kissing Joe goodbye (and getting one more taste of his cum-coated lips), I hurried home. I had just enough time to shower and freshen up before John came home form work. I couldn't wait to tell him about my adventure with Joe, and after hearing my story, John couldn't wait to fuck me.

Unlike Joe, John managed to keep his cock from a quick explosion, and slowly worked me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he rolled me over and spread my ass cheeks.

"Since your mouth and cunt have already been creamed today, I think it's time to fuck your other hole." he said.

"Just what I was hoping you'd say!" I answered. "Come on honey, fuck my ass. I've been a bad girl, fucking poor Joe like that... teach my ass a lesson with that big cock of yours!"

That was all the encouragement John needed. Within seconds, he was pounding into my ass, grunting with each stroke and muttering between gasps: "You fucking whore... you slut... take this, bitch... I'm going to fuck your ass until you can't sit for a week!"

Losing control myself, I heard my voice moaning in response: "Yes, Yes, fuck my ass... come on baby... nobody fucks me like you... Oh, God, I'm such a whore... fuck me, use me, cum in my ass, anything you want, baby... oh, yes..."

John's cock exploded, gushing what seemed like a quart of cum into my ass. Totally spent, we collapsed into bed, cuddling together in exhaustion. As I fell asleep, my last thoughts were how lucky I was to be John's whore and how much I loved my new lifestyle.

Wednesday started like most days: I got up early, showered put on my makeup, and returned to bed to deliver John's wake-up blowjob. As I cleaned the house after John had left for work, I couldn't help thinking about my sex life and fantasizing about what adventure I would have next.

I imagined the doorbell ringing and answering the door to find two hunks who said they had been hired by John to work on a plumbing problem at our house. Needless to say, before long my fantasy men were working on my plumbing with their favorite tools.

Unfortunately, my fantasies remained just that, with the afternoon passing uneventfully (yes, there are some days when I don't get fucked by one of John's friends). As a result, by the time John got home, I was uncontrollably horny.

When he found out that I hadn't been fucked all day, John smiled and said, "Well, I bet your in the mood for some fun, then. How about a shopping trip?"

As you know, I love going shopping and showing off my body, but right then I had something more satisfying in mind. "I'd rather go upstairs and fuck you until you pass out." I answered.

Laughing, John said, "Don't worry, you're going to get fucked. But first, I feel like reminding you that you're my sex toy. After all, it's been 24 hours since any of my friends fucked you! Why don't you go upstairs and put on one of your flashing outfits for me?"

Even though he phrased it as a question, I knew it was an order, so I went upstairs, put on a garter belt, stockings, and a cute little red dress we had gotten at Frederick's of Hollywood. It was one of my longer dresses, coming down to about 4" above my knees, but it had two zippers in the front; one ran from the hemline up to the waist and the other ran from the neckline down to the waist.

When both were completely unzipped, there was about 2" of material between them and my pussy and tits were fully exposed. I carefully adjusted the zippers so that I could limit how much was showing (most, but not all, of my tits and just a slight view of the tops of my stockings), put on my red spike heels, and walked down stairs.

"Good choice!" John exclaimed. "You look great! I guarantee that every guy who sees you will want to fuck you!"

"That's fair," I answered, "I'm so horny, I'm going to want to fuck every guy I see!"

We went out the door and got into the car. To my surprise, John drove past the mall where we usually shop.

When I asked why, he only smiled and said, "I have a better idea for tonight. Since you're such a horny bitch, I thought we'd try something special." He refused to say anything else, but continued to drive until we reached an adult bookstore.

The signs outside advertised adult books ,videos, toys, and live peep shows. Despite my sexual appetite, I had never been inside to check out their supplies. As I looked at John for guidance, he said, "Just follow my lead...I think you'll enjoy this."

As we entered the store I looked around and saw that there were two men shopping; one was checking out the video selection and another was looking over a selection of porn magazines featuring women with huge tits. The clerk, a cute guy who looked barely old enough t be in the store sat behind a counter looking bored. At the sound of the door closing, the clerk glanced our way and immediately lost his bored look. As he flatly stared at me, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

It was obvious that they got very few female customers, and even less who were dressed like me. As we walked around the store, John made a point of squeezing my ass and stroking my hair and arms. We discussed the toys on the shelves and John pointed out several items, on the bottom shelves, knowing that I would have to either bend over, displaying my ass to those behind me or squat, which would cause my dress to ride up and expose my pussy to those in front of me.

As usual, I knew that every eye in the room was following my every move, and as I bent and squatted to reach the bottom shelves and stretched to teach the top shelves, I got hornier and hornier. Eventually, the other two customers made their choices and checked out, leaving us alone with the clerk. Picking up a couple of large dildos, John asked the clerk if they were guaranteed.

Obviously confused and embarrassed by the question, the clerk shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know-nobody has ever returned one."

Chuckling, John remarked that I might have to try them on before we purchased any. He then asked about the peep shows advertised outside. The clerk explained that they were short of girls and, as a result, didn't have anyone on duty at the moment. Putting on a disappointed look, John remarked that he had really been looking forward to a show. He then asked if the store was looking for replacements.

"We're always looking," the clerk replied.

"Well," John said, "My wife might be able to use a parttime job. Can she have a try out?"

The clerk's eyes bulged as he looked quickly at me. For a second, I thought he was going to pass out, but he finally managed to say, "The, the manager isn't here right now, but I'm sure he'd be willing to see her---I mean, he'd be willing to interview her."

John looked at me, winked, and turned back to the clerk. "Why don't you just see her and report to your manager what you think? Should she go into one of your back rooms or would you prefer to conduct the interview here?" Gulping, the clerk said, "I, I can't leave the register...I have to stay here."

John continued to press the issue, "What do your girls generally do? Do they just strip, or do they put on more explicit shows?"

"Well, generally they just strip and talk to the customers through the glass wall, but if a customer gives them a big enough tip, they sometimes get, well, more intimate."

"Well, suppose we pretend that you just gave Lynda here a really big tip. Honey, show him how intimate you can get."

Taking my cue, I walked behind the counter and slowly unzipped my dress the rest of the way. Shrugging my shoulders, I let it slip off and fall to the floor. As I stood naked in front of this young clerk, I felt my pussy getting damp and lust taking over my body. My hands wandered over my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my pussy, and rubbing my stockings.

Turning away from the clerk, I bent over, spreading my legs to give him a view of my ass and pussy. I straightened up and walked toward him, saying, "I want you to know these tits are natural, not silicon. Would you like to feel them?"

Nodding, he reached out and cupped each of my tits, his eyes getting even wider. As I backed away, I noticed the dildos John had carried to the counter. Grabbing the largest one, I licked it suggestively, keeping my eyes on the clerk. Hopping onto the counter, I spread my legs and started to stroke my pussy. "Do your girls fuck themselves for the customers?" I asked.

"I, I don't really know," he whispered.

"Well, if I'm hired, you'll know I'm willing to do whatever it takes to please the customers." I cooed. I then started to slide the dildo between my pussy lips. "Don't be afraid," I continued, "Take out your cock and rub it... that's what your customers do isn't it?"

As I slid the rubber cock deeper into my steamy twat, his zipper came down and his dick came out. The sight of that young pecker got me even more excited. I drove the dildo into my cunt, fucking myself harder and harder. Soon I was gasping with every stroke, as I felt myself losing control.

Becoming more vocal, I started babbling, "That's it baby, stroke your cock... look at my cunt... see how deep this dildo is going...I wish it was your hot young dick fucking me... oh, how I'd love that... I bet you'd like to fuck me wouldn't you? How about fucking my mouth, would you like that? I love to suck cock and I love to fuck... oh, baby you look like you're ready to cum... wait for me, I want to cum with you... pretend this is your cock in my cunt... oh, yeah, fuck me baby... shoot your cum all over me... I'm going to cum... come on, baby shoot with me... oh, God... now, honey, now..."

As if on cue, my young spectator obeyed, pointing his cock at me and sending a huge gob of semen splashing onto my tits. The second wad caught me in the face, splashing on my forehead and running down my cheek. As I surrendered to my own orgasm, I managed to reach out with my tongue and catch some of the sperm running down my face. This caused my young stud to send another spurt through the air, this one landing on my stomach and on the hand pumping the dildo into my pussy.

"YES!" I screamed. "Shower me with your cum... come on, baby, give it all to me...I want to wear your cum home!"

Taking my hand from the dildo, I rubbed his cum all over my face and body. As I did, he continued to cum, shaking with every blast. I swear, he must have been saving up for a month... he spurted load after load onto my body and onto the counter.

Finally, his cock quivered and started to soften. Diving to my knees, I kissed and sucked his shriveled dick, telling him how delicious his cum was and how much I enjoyed cumming with him. After we both calmed down, I cooly reached over and picked up my dress, smiled, and asked "Do you think I can get the job?"

As we rode home, John couldn't compliment my performance enough. "You were spectacular," he said, "You were born to be a whore...I love watching you perform. Believe me when we get home I'm going to give you the fucking you deserve. You are going to get fucked until you can't cum anymore."

When we got home, that's exactly what happened-John fucked me longer and harder than ever before. By the time we collapsed into each other's arms, I had decided that we would have to make the book store a permanent part of our sex games. Who knows, maybe I really could get a job there--I bet that would drive John mad with lust! Oooh would that be fun!

After Thursday morning's blowjob (which took quite a while, since John had spent so much energy and cum the night before), I relaxed around the house, thinking about how lucky I am. After all, I have a well-hung husband who's not only terrific in bed, but who enjoys letting me have all the sex I want. More miraculously, he understands my desires even better than I do.

I would never have thought of the circumstances he created on Wednesday night, but once he put me in them, it was great... fucking myself in front of a nice young cock, getting fresh young sperm shot all over my face and body...then going home and getting fucked out of my mind... Before I realized it, my fingers were buried in my pussy and I was moving towards an orgasm as I replayed last night over and over in my mind.

My masturbation was interrupted by the telephone ringing. "Oh," I thought, "Please be someone wanting to fuck me!"

The voice on the phone was John's: "Hi sugar, what are you up to?" Truthful to a fault, I told him I was finger-fucking myself while daydreaming about the night before. Chuckling, John asked if I was interested in some live action instead of fantasy replays.

"You know I am," was my reply.

"OK, here's the story," he explained. "You remember me mentioning I had a meeting with Pat Wilson this morning? Pat's the CEO of one of our biggest customers, and is used to special treatment as a result. Well, during lunch, Pat was hinting about being horny and needing a whore to relieve the stress of travel. After a little small talk, the conversation kept coming back to whether or not I knew any whores. Since you're the hottest slut I know, I ended up recommending you."

He stopped and looked at her intently. Then after a moment she cleared his throat and continyed; "Pat's thrilled, and wants to get together with you right now, so you'd better get ready. There are a few things you should know though. First, Pat thinks you're a whore, not my wife, so play it like you're a pro. Who knows, Pat may even "tip" you. Second, Pat is into lingerie, so put on some clothes. I was thinking your "Merry Widow" and G-string outfit would be perfect. Finally, make sure you turn on the hidden camera in the bedroom--I don't want to miss this!"

After a little more conversation, we hung up and I ran upstairs to get ready. I dug my Merry Widow outfit out of the drawer and pulled it on. This outfit is a black and red bustier; it leaves my tits exposed and ends just above my pubic hair. Long garters lead to black nylon stockings. As John had suggested, I also put on a tiny black G-string; the outfit is topped with a sheer red nylon "jacket" which sort of covers my tits.

As I put on my highest spike heels, the doorbell rang. "God," I thought, "this Pat didn't waste any time." I rushed over to the hidden camcorder, turned it on and ran to answer the door. Putting on my sexiest smile, I opened the door.

Instead of a horny stud, there stood a tall, pretty brunette in a well-tailored blue pinstripe suit. "Oops," I thought, "Wrong doorbell. Well, at least I'm sort of dressed; after all, a few minutes ago I would have answered the door nude." As I started to ask if I could help this stranger at my door, she spoke, "You must be Lynda; I'm Patty." My surprise must have showed on my face because she immediately added, "Didn't John call you? He said he would let you know I was coming."

Fighting to regain control of my senses, I managed to say, "Oh, yes, he called. It's just that when he said 'Pat' I assumed he meant 'Patrick'. I guess I was just a little surprised."

"Is this a problem?" she asked. "I'll understand if..."

"Hell yes it's a problem. I've never even thought about fucking another woman and now I have some damn lesbian bitch knocking on my door expecting me to dive into her cunt!" I thought to myself. Fortunately, though, I was able to control myself and answered sweetly, "No, it's not a problem... I, I just need a second. Please, come in."

As I closed the door and turned to face her, she stepped closer and kissed me. Her kiss was different than anything I have ever felt. At once soft and gentle, but at the same time forceful and passionate. As her tongue caressed my lips and teeth, I found myself responding, sliding my tongue into her mouth almost automatically. Her hands caressed my ass and moved up to my tits.

To my surprise, my pussy started to dampen almost immediately. "Let's, let's go upstairs." I suggested.

"Lead on." she agreed. As we reached the top of the stairs, we paused outside the bedroom door. "You have a beautiful ass," Patty murmured as she kissed me again. "I can't wait to taste it."

Taking her hand, I led her into the bedroom, positioning her where the camera would have the best view. As she slid my jacket off, she whistled softly, "Your breasts are as lovely as your ass--this is going to be fun." Taking a deep breath, I forced myself forward. Kissing her deeply, I used my hands to explore her body. After peeling her jacket off, I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Opening the front closure of her bra freed a pair of huge tits; they had to be at least 38d's I thought.

No wonder John wanted this on film! My hands then found the snap and zipper for her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she moaned softly and stepped back. I was surprised to see that she wore a garter belt also; I would have thought a business woman like this would wear pantyhose. As if in a dream, I knew I was expected to remove her panties. Reaching down, I found the thin nylon and slid them down over her ass. Again she moaned as the panties hit the floor. before I could move, she pulled me to her.

As our tits ground together she french-kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Now it's my turn." Pushing me onto the bed, she bent over me, unknowingly exposing her ass and cunt to the hidden camera. I could feel her breath on my stomach as she gently removed my G-string. "OH!" she groaned, "You shave your pussy, too! I love that! Darling you are everything John said and then some." She crawled onto the bed, pressing her huge tits into mine.

The feel of her nylon encased legs against mine was great, and I could feel the heat from her pussy radiating against mine. As she started kissing me, I adjusted to the feeling and started to accept my excitement. Slowly the kisses changed to tiny bites, turning me on even more. As she got more excited, Pat began to kiss and bite her way down my neck and chest. As she reached my tits, she stopped, paying extra attention to each of my nipples.

She slowly and carefully sucked, kissed and bit each of my nipples, using her hands to fondle whichever tit she wasn't sucking at the moment. No man had ever made my tits feel so alive; I could feel an orgasm approaching just from her suckling. Finally, she renewed her downward travels, leaving my aching nipples for a taste of my stomach.

As she approached my pussy, I tensed, waiting for the touch of her mouth. Instead, I felt her hot breath pass over my cunt and just a brush of her cheek as she instead started kissing my thigh. To my surprise, she ignored my pussy, and continued to kiss, bite and suck her way down my right leg. As she reached my foot, she sensuously tongued my foot and sucked on the heel of my shoe as though it was a cock. Moving to my left foot, she repeated the performance, working her way up my leg.

By the time she reached the top of my thigh, I was on fire--my pussy was dripping and I ached for relief. As she lowered her head toward my pussy, my hips thrust in the air to meet her. The first touch of her tongue on my clit was like a bolt of lightening--an explosion of energy flashed from my burning cunt down to my toes and up through my tits to my brain!

As the orgasm engulfed me, all I could do was moan: "Oh God, Yes! Oh my cunt...my tits...oh God, suck my clit ...eat me... oh... I'm coming again!"

As I finally regained my senses, I realized that Pat had turned to better suck my pussy, placing per hips only inches from my face. Without hesitation, I knew I had to make her experience what I had just felt. Rolling on my side, I buried my face in her soaking wet cunt. I did my best to repeat the things she had done to my pussy, sucking her clit while my tongue knifed deep into her fuckhole.

Her squirming and gasping proved I was doing it right, so I plunged ahead, tongue-fucking her twat as fast as I could. As she exploded into her own orgasm, my eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand where I keep my dildos. Reaching over, I opened the drawer and pulled out the first dildo I got my hands on. Plunging it into Pat's cunt, I fucked her as if my life depended upon it. Sucking her clit, I drove the rubber cock into her pussy.

Now it was her turn to lose control: "Yes, oh yes...fuck me..I'm a whore, just like you...oh, fuck me...eat me...make me co-o-o-o-ome!"

With that she reached another shattering orgasm. For the next hour, we stroked, licked and kissed each other from head to toe. Our pussies became willing receptacles for all of my dildos as sucked and massaged each other's tits. Pat even mamaged to fuck my pussy with one of her rock-hard nipples (which I, of course, sucked clean when she was done). We were like a couple of schoolgirls discovering sex for the first time.

Even our shower turned into a mini-orgy as we ended up 69-ing in the tub. As we dressed afterwards, Patty complimented me on my body one more time and then shyly asked, "Would it be OK if we traded panties? I'd love to spend the rest of the day wearing your G-string."

A tremendously exciting thought struck me, and I answered, "On one condition--when you go back to work, you have to spread your legs and show John what you're wearing and tell him where you got them. I want him to know how much you enjoyed his recommendation." Smiling broadly, she said, "It's a deal."

As she was leaving, Pat reached into her purse and pulled out a $100 bill. "This seems like so little for what you've done. I hope it's OK."

"It's fine," I responded, "Besides I enjoyed myself as much as you."

Looking into her purse once more, Pat said, "I know--do you like rap music? One of my contacts gave me two tickets to this concert tomorrow night and I'll be back in Chicago. Would you like them?"

"Sure," I said, "that's one of my favorite groups-they're very sexual, you know."

"Not as sexual as you, honey," she said, kissing me one more time as she left.

Needless to say, John hurried home after work to watch the tape of the days activities. As I anticipated, he loved the candid shots of Pat's ass and cunt.

However, he was even more fascinated by the sight of me diving into her pussy like a love-starved lesbian. I tried to explain the excitement I felt servicing this beautiful, powerful woman, but couldn't put it into words. I guess it was best explained as we were falling asleep after I had drained John's cock for the third time. In answer to his question about our parting words, I told him that I had made sure that Pat knew I loved every inch of her body and that she was invited back to use me anytime she is in town.