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Excitement ran through the girls as they arrived to the parking lot with a perfect view of Half Moon Bay. They were part of the Debate Team and were having lunch at a fancy hotel for a strategic planning session. Some went inside to explore the building. Others took a moment to enjoy the view.

Emily Whitmore remained outside with the team leader; a sexy and smart hispanic girl named Magda. As they spoke, Emily could hardly believe her ears. She had just received the news she had been expecting.

"You're almost in," Magda said in a hush-hush manner. "We all agree that you should take the vacant spot. There are some hurdles though, but if everything works out, then the official announcement will be made during lunch."

Emily's heart soared and she tried to remain composed. She fixed her thick-framed glasses and tossed her hair back, which had been blown around by a gust of wind.

"That's excellent news," she replied, containing herself.

"All that's left is the traditional Lip Service performance," Magda added. "I'm sure you realize that a Debate Team is a tightly-knit group. We're like sisters, and because we're like sisters, there must be high standards."

"I agree. Although I'm a bit surprised, since I hadn't read or heard about this being part of the official tryouts."

Magda shook her head. "The key word is official. This is very unofficial, and for good reason."

Not wanting to be a prude, Emily held her chin high and pushed her chest out. Being part of this particular debate team had been a dream of hers for many years. One day, she hoped to become a politician and this would help her in so many ways.

And for the past few weeks, she had gone through the rigorous tryouts of giving speeches, showcasing her talents as a debater, and doing numerous interviews with members of the team. Sure, Emily had plenty of friends on campus, but these girls were on another level of amazing. She could have so much joy being on a team with them, and she was willing to do whatever it took to secure that role.

"Sounds interesting," Emily said boldly. "What do I have to do?"

Magda gave a purposeful and overly dramatic sigh. "You might not like it. But then again, maybe you might."

"You see, Emily, teams work best when there's unity and a strong sense of identity. This is NOT an individual sport. It's very much a team sport. Without that unity, each member will be at a huge disadvantage. Why do you think our team is ranked #1 in the nation?"

Emily nodded. "It makes sense. The sisterhood aspect is beautiful and I really, really want to be a part of that."

"You're close to joining. Believe me, you're close."

"I'm glad to hear it," Emily smiled. "Can you tell me what the task is now?"

"Sure you're ready?" Magda asked with an eyebrow arched.

Magda surveyed the area for privacy. "First, you'll need to remove your panties."

Surely, this was a joke. Looking into Magda's eyes, Emily wasn't so sure. Emily was no stranger to the inner-workings of sororities or clubs. Especially at the college level. Her ex-boyfriend from a year ago was in a fraternity, and she had heard all about the strange rituals.

Overall, she wasn't ignorant, despite her goody-goody appearance. What was mildly shocking, however, was that these crazy rituals would take place for a team so prestigious. For God's sake, these girls were the best in the nation!

"Hmm?" Emily mumbled.

"You heard that correctly. Panties off."

Emily clenched her thighs. "Umm... why?"

"I understand you're apprehensive. I was too. We all were. The truth is, you speak well, and you're really brainy. You're ultra pretty too. You have a lot of talent and we want you on the team."

"What does that have to do with my panties?"

"As I was saying," Magda continued. "It's one thing to speak and debate. It's entirely different to debate in front of a much larger audience in a high pressure situation. Basically, we need to know what kind of fortitude you have and that you won't fold under pressure. That sort of thing."

Emily gestured to her crotch. "These panties? The one under my skirt?"

"Yes, Emily, those panties. I know it's scary, but this is a tradition on our Team. Unless of course, you think you're better than the other girls?"

There was a questioning gaze on Magda's face, and it immediately caused Emily to fall back. The Debate Team was serious business. So are the national debates which the team is used to winning. It made sense.

"Just my panties?" Emily asked in a squeaky voice.

"For now."

"Then what? I just walk around pantiless and I'm on the Team?"

Magda winced. "Well..."

"What else is there? Tell me!"

"The good news is that you'll be on the team if you finish your tasks," Magda said happily. "The more difficult news is, first, you'll be expected to do some risque assignments while pantiless."

Emily sighed harshly. "And the second difficult news?"

"The tradition is called Lip Service, what do you think that refers to?"

"Well, we debate using our mouths, obviously. Also, it's a tradition, which means it's probably something weird. So it might mean that I'll have to talk someone into doing something. Or I'll have to say funny stuff to people, like they do on certain reality shows."

"Not quite. Actually, not even close."

"Then? What?"

Magda flashed a mischievous grin. "Promise you won't freak out?"

"It already feels like a long day. Just tell me already."

"Okay, Emily, you're going to suck a dick."

It felt like a slap in the face. Emily was stunned beyond belief. Here she was, so close to her dream. So close to a spot on the Debate Team, where she'd be on a national stage with some of the brightest young women in the country.

Naturally, it was a massive insult that, in order to get on the team, she'd have to take a man's phallus into her mouth; from whoever that may be.

Was Magda serious? The girl's face had no trace of joking... No. This was real. Emily swallowed hard. It wasn't fair. She couldn't degrade herself like that no matter how much she wanted to be a part of the team.

"I---I can't...."

"What's wrong," said Magda. "Not willing to do what it takes?"

The familiar rush of blood colored Emily's cheeks. The old fear had returned. Emily stopped and had flashbacks of the person she used to be; a quiet nerdy girl who struggled to speak in front of strangers. She even remembered the torment in high school from another boy on the team: 'You'll never be a good debater because you won't do what it takes to win.'

"Hey, you alright, did I lose you?" Magda said, peering at her.

Emily snapped back, the memory gone. An unexpected surge of energy straightened her spine. She studied her friend. There had been too much hard work to throw away now.

"Fine, let's do this. What do I need to do?"

Magda's lips parted in a smile. "That's my girl. We'll make a kickass debater out of you in due time. Now, here's what you need to do, or rather, who you need to do."

"Do I know him?"

"Professor Woodruff, who else?" Magda said with a faint grin, referring to the team's organizer and coach.

Emily's jaw dropped. "You're kidding?"

"Nope. Competition to be on this team is fierce. Dozens of talented women are vying for a spot and all of them are equally qualified. How else do you think the Professor makes the final decision?"

It made sense when Emily thought about it, in a sick and perverted way. She was saddened by his moral character, or lack thereof. And she was even more saddened by the thought of all the other girls on the team having to do such a thing.

"I never thought the Professor would be like a certain Hollywood producer that's in the news," Emily said judgmentally.

"Not at all. He's very kind, highly intelligent, and loving. However, the man likes having his dick sucked. Who can blame him? I mean, he's got to make a final decision on a candidate's oral abilities somehow. Catch my drift?"

"So what am I supposed to do?" Emily huffed. "Walk up to him and ask to suck his you-know-what? Because that's degrading."

"If you put it like that, it's degrading. It's more subtle though."

"A subtle way of asking to give a blowjob?"

Magda shook her head. "Don't ask. Offer. That's how it works. For legal reasons, the Professor is going to decline. The burden is on you, the would-be recruit, to offer your Lip Service abilities to him."

"God, what a fucking asshole."

"Fucking asshole? That's a great idea. It'll work. If you let him fuck your asshole, he'll probably mentor you for years to come."

"No way!" Emily scoffed, holding her hands behind her butt. "That area is off limits."

"Then your mouth will have to suffice. Are you good at sucking dick?"

Emily tensed. "I guess so. I've never had a complaint."

"Guys don't complain about blowjobs. The question is, how do they react? How fast do they cum? Are they moaning loudly and do they cum quickly when you suck? Or is it a long process and they watch tv while you're doing it?"

"Ummm... not that it's any of your business, but it depends. I can make a guy finish quickly if I worked hard enough."

Magda smiled. "I knew you had a naughty streak in you. The faster you go, the less chances you'll get caught."

"You mean..." Emily's eyes narrowed as her voice trailed off.

"Yes, that's what I mean. You have to suck him off in a public place. Any girl can suck a dick indoors. The test is if you can do it outside. Again, this is about your confidence and ability to perform under stress."

Emily's throat clenched. "Really?"

"Someplace you won't get caught. Yet someplace where the rest of the girls can see from the restaurant window. I know, it's kind of embarrassing, but some of the girls think you're super cute and they really want to watch you suck."

"But... but... I could go to jail if I get caught."

"Then don't get caught. Emily, there's not many people around. If you suck hard and fast, and choose the right location, you should be fine."

Emily held her chin high again. "If that's what it takes, then let's begin."

"Panties please," Magda said, holding her hand out.

Emily's eyes widened. "Here? Now?"

"Where else, silly? That's the point of all this. Haven't you been listening?"

The extra politeness in Magda's voice was slightly disconcerting to a girl like Emily. Of course this was a big deal. It was a huge deal! This isn't something debate girls are supposed to do.

Yet here she was at this monumental crossroad.

Emily's eyes scanned the area. It was almost noon, mildly cloudy, and time was of the essence. She refused to back down, not after everything she had gone through. All those endless hours of studying and academics were for a reason. How bad would it be to actually do this? If anything, it may even be enjoyable, she thought.

Taking a quick look around the coastal view of the quiet city to ensure privacy, Emily reached below her skirt, hooked a finger inside, and pulled her panties down.

"There," she said, putting the warm panties in Magda's hands.

Magda leaned forward to whisper something in Emily's ear. Emily's eyes widened as a result.

With Emily's panties in Magda's purse, they brisked down the street together for a little adventure.

"Where are we going?" Emily asked with her right hand on the side of her skirt, praying a sudden gust of wind wouldn't expose her goods to any passersby.

"Don't talk. Just do what I say. We still have enough time before lunch starts to complete this initiation. You're almost there."

Emily nodded, but her insides started churning.

Magda placed her hand below Emily's back and pushed her to the door. "It's a good thing that you're wearing an elastic top. It will make this easier."

Downtown Half Moon Bay was not as bustling as usual. But as Magda suspected, some of the local guys were hanging out in the small town square having a beer.

The two girls crossed the street heading towards the square. A blond man in his 30's let out a low appreciative whistle at their direction. Magda hooked her arm into Emily's, leading them to the man who sat in a group of four men.

Magda smiled. "You guys working for Doug's Auto Body?"

"I guess Doug's Autobody on our T-shirts gave it away," laughed the man. "I'm Doug, by the way, and this is my crew. What do you tender young things need?"

The men all wore wolfish grins.

Wide-eyed, Emily clenched Magda's side.

"My sister and I are both artists," Magda fibbed, biting her lower lip to look innocent. "We are chronicling public art in some of the coastal towns for a paper we're writing for a college newspaper. We've been asking locals to help us."

"Well, I guess this is your lucky day." Doug turned to the men. "Sam, Pete come with me. Jason, get back to the shop and finish up that brake job. Follow us, ladies. On the side of this building is a full-size surfing mural."

The men stood and they all went to check out the full scale artwork outside. The mural was massive and only a few cars were in the lot, but the best part was that it sat in plain view of the main street. Doug was droning on about the mural.

Magda pulled out her phone. "I need to take some pictures. Do you mind? I'd like all of you in the photos. My sister too. She goes in the middle."

The men gladly obliged and assembled in front of the mural. Magda, who had her phone ready to snap a pic, shoved Emily in the middle of the group.

Magda pointed her phone at them. "Ok, please get closer to her... that's good... a little more... perfect. Now Emily, pull your top down."

The men shot their glances to Emily's chest, wondering if this exposure would actually happen. And of course, Emily stood frozen for a second. She budged and pulled her top down a bit more to reveal the top of her small breasts. The men grinned at the sight.

"Not like that," Magda chided. "Do it like all the other times. Here, since you're nervous around all these nice men, I'll do the honors."

Magda took a few steps forward and casually yanked Emily's top down, freeing those perky upturned breasts with pink nipples, which seemed to have stiffened immediately from the exposure.

Like a deer in headlights, Emily stood with a dumbfounded expression on her face, even as the group stared at her tits and cars were driving by. Had any of the drivers seen? Emily shuddered to think.

Doug gawked at her. "What kind of picture..."

"I told you, we're art students," Magda explained. "If you don't want to participate in these photos, please step away."

One of the men pulled at Doug's sleeve. "She is fucking fine, I'm in."

None of them moved away. Instead, they all took a long, hard look at those upturned perky tits, then struck a pose for the camera with big grins.

Magda stepped back and instructed, "Doug, cradle one of Emily's boobs for the camera. Emily, try to smile for this one."

As hard as it was, Emily forced the fakest smile imaginable while Doug cupped her tit. It was her first foray into public exhibitionism and already she was swimming in the deep end. If she were honest with herself, and her rapidly beating pulse, this was extremely exhilarating and gave her a rush like nothing before.

Magda against instructed, "Emily, turn your back to me. Put your hands on the mural on the wall. Doug, lift her skirt and pretend like you're going to spank her."

"With pleasure," Doug grinned, waiting for the next move.

Again, Emily was in a state of shock. She had already bared her tits, why not her bottom? But the problem was, she wasn't wearing any panties. Her heart raced faster, and the sooner she finished this, the sooner it would be done.

She turned and put her hands on the wall, bending forward and arching her butt upwards, letting her tits hang down freely. When Doug lifted her skirt, she felt a cool gust of wind brushing against her bare ass and pussy lips. The fact that she was already wet gave a cool tingling feeling with the breeze. It felt... nice.

As she got in position, she heard a few remarks from the guys:

'Shit, the ass on this chick.'

'No panties. My kind of girl.'

'Those fucking pussy lips. There's a bonus too. I can sort of see her asshole at the right angle.'

The remark about Emily's asshole caused her to clench her cheeks together. Luckily, Magda called for the group photo to continue and the men took their places and pictures were taken. Two car horns blasted on the street and Emily was thankful that at least her face was hidden. She took a quick look at the street and noticed that traffic had slowed down. Was this because of her? The shame made her turn her head away.

Doug whispered to Emily, "You know I just love a shaved pussy. Yours is porn star quality. Your tits and ass too. If you ever need car work, let me know, and it's on the house."

"Thanks, I guess," Emily whispered back.

Finally, the moment Emily had waited for had arrived. She heard the magic words.

"Well done, guys!" Magda exclaimed. "We've got all the artwork we need for this area. You guys are the best. Much appreciated."

As the men expressed their gratitude for the free strip show, Emily yanked her skirt back down and tucked her pert boobs back inside her top. She held her head down so drivers wouldn't see her face and she marched towards Magda's direction and pulled her away.

Quickly, they headed back towards the direction of the hotel restaurant.

"How do you feel?" Magda giggled as they made their escape.

"Like I just robbed a bank," Emily sighed. "Jesus."

"You can pray later. Hey, look over there. Right on time."

There was glee in Magda's voice, and Emily could see why; the Professor had just pulled into the public parking lot, near the place where they'd all be eating.

"Oh god," Emily moaned. "I've already showed my tits and p-word to those guys back there AND you took pictures of it! Isn't that enough hazing for one day?"

"Afraid not, Sister. You're solo on this one, by the way."

"No way! Can't you at least, you know, make the introduction so it won't be so painful?"

"Nope. Like I said, this is about what kind of fortitude you have. We need to make sure you have nerves of steel, otherwise how can we rely on you in tough competition?"

Emily huffed. "Okay, fine."

"Great," Magda beamed. "I'll be inside with the other girls to analyze your oral performance. Remember, Lip Service. That's the name of the game."

Emily nearly fainted and she was like a zombie when Magda pushed her from behind towards the Professor's direction.

With newfound confidence, and a very wet pussy, Emily now had the courage she needed to get her first facial. A public one at that. And with the Professor of all people.

As expected, the Professor was punctual, arriving at 12 pm exactly, parking in the lot near the beach. He was your average "cool" teacher, which meant he wore tightly fitted jeans along with a plaid buttoned-up shirt and a thin jacket.

In truth, Emily didn't necessarily mind doing this with him. They always had good chemistry and she found him attractive. Her wet pussy was becoming more drenched by the second as she approached him after he locked the door on his car.

"Hey Professor," Emily smiled, walking towards him with shaky legs.

He smiled and waved at her. "Hey Emily. Glad to see you've made it. Has the rest of the team arrived yet?"

Now, they were face to face in the parking lot, with enough privacy to talk about more important things...

"They're inside," she said. "But... umm.... can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure, anything."

They took a short stroll on the sidewalk. There weren't many people around this time of day. The tourists who were walking either went straight to the beach or headed directly to any of the nearby restaurants. Eventually, they found a path between buildings while they made small conversation.

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This was part of a letter Donna had written to my wife, Becky, describing their latest wrestling match. I knew it had taken place but not how far the both of them had gone afterwards. What started out as a novel entertainment for all of us apparently tapped into hidden aggression or perhaps a deep-seated desire to dominate and be dominated. Becky is so normal otherwise and, as far as I know, so is Donna. These violent and intimate encounters occupy a small and isolated part of their lives. I don't know if they have ever led to anything else. Becky says no and up until now I believed her. The letter, however, is pretty explicit.

Every time they wrestle they seem to up the stakes. They last competed in the company of their coworkers from their respective fitness centers. However, an earlier match remains the most provocative. It was the one where Donna's husband joined in and pinned Becky's arms behind her back while Donna punched her out in a brutally executed finale.

The video of that three-way match is my favorite one to watch over and over again. Maybe what interests me was the way Becky held her own as she took them on individually, being overpowered and knocked out only after they both ganged up on her. The last picture was of both them standing triumphantly over her as she lay unconscious on the floor in her form-revealing monokini. What I did not yet know was how they both had taken advantage of her afterwards.

Becky, after being knocked during the three-way match.

I also suspected, but did not fully know, the extent to which these matches were a way my wife and her friend were dealing with an erotic tension between the two of them. Domination wrestling seemed to be the way they were dealing with these disturbing feelings without actually acting on them directly. But now I was to learn that the latest episode had taken them over the edge.

It all started after a tough and stressful week at work for both of them. Donna had invited Becky over to unwind in their basement hot tub before we would all go out for supper later that evening. I did not want Dave present without me if the girls decided to wrestle and I told Becky this. She said the two of them were too tired to want to do anything of the sort.

When I got home they were both in the hot tub and Dave was yet to arrive. Becky was clad in her orange bandeau topped bikini that she usually wore for sunning or the spa. Donna was wearing her tight white bikini. My heart took a little skip, not only because Donna looked very voluptuous in her brief outfit but I also knew it was her favorite fighting attire.

I asked, "What have the two of you been up to? You didn't...."

Becky broke in, "We wrestled. It just happened, okay? Donna brought her camcorders and she will have a tape of it for you. You'll like it. A few bruises but everything's cool."

We proceeded with our evening out and the girls seemed giddy. That night Becky wanted to go straight to bed without so much as a kiss or a hug. After she fell asleep I looked at her and wondered if this was really the person I thought I knew. Sometimes I almost think there is an alter ego that emerges when she and Donna get together.

Several days later Becky presented me with the tape Donna had given her. I had to admit that it was very enjoyable to watch. But after viewing it a number of times I was left with the suspicion that something had happened that was not shown on the tape.

The next day I asked Becky if there was anything she wanted to tell me. She just said the encounter had been scripted by Donna to a certain extent so I should simply enjoy it for what it was. We dropped the conversation. But not long after, I was home alone and I noticed a bulky letter sticking out of Becky's gym bag. Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled it out and opened it. It was the full account of their latest wrestling match. I was shocked but not all together surprised. It both disturbed me and fired my imagination. Here is the entirety of the letter:

.... Becky, I hope we can remain friends, even after all we have done. I like and respect you. And yet we have this insatiable need to engage in combat with each other. We play our little games, we pretend we are always surprised when it comes to this. But we want it. At least I want it. It sates a passion in me I can't really describe. I won't deny I get physically aroused. I know you do too. You worry that it is lesbian attraction but I never really thought it was that at all, at least up until now. I still think it has more to do with competition, overpowering, and being overpowered, but at the same time feeling safe with each other while it is happening. Too bad it is the one thing we don't talk about.

Becky doesn't know she is about to be sleepered.

I admit I wanted to wrestle when you came over last week. That was my plan all along. I start giving you a hard time, trying to provoke you. You take the bait. You can't tell me you didn't want to do it too. You are just as into it as I am.

So we "argue" back and forth as I say I have a new and even more efficient technique for sleepering someone out. I set up one of my cameras as you protest you don't want to do it, that you had recently been sleepered by your husband and you liked it better with him because he wasn't violent like me. I'm not buying it.

I disrobe as I feel your eyes bore into me… By the way, you look fit to be killed in that yellow tunic cover-up you're wearing. You want to have a go at it. I know you do. Why are you lying to me? Then you turn your back and I slip up behind you and get you in a full nelson. I force you down on the couch even though you twist and turn violently. But I have you in my control and then I sleeper you with my new method of using my knuckles with a hard concentrated pressure.

The technique works beautifully. You go out like a light. You are laying face down, your upper body on the couch while your legs trail out onto the floor. I hope I gauge the pressure so that you will only be out for a minute or two, just what is necessary to get the wildcat in you unleashed. I want you to come back at me hard.

Becky lies insensible after being sleepered out.

I turn you over and swing your legs up on the couch. As you lay there I throw some cushions and mats on the floor and then I turn my attention back to you. I strip you for action by pulling off your tunic. I've never seen the cute little orange bikini you are wearing under it. Perfect. You are dressed for the occasion.

Donna regards Becky with longing and anticipation.

You come to abruptly and sit up rubbing your neck. You try to come across as petulant but I know you love it. Being sleepered turns you on. Let it go kid. Let's see where this will take us. You nod as if you are reading my thoughts and then you explode and are all over me. Down we go on the floor flailing at each other like maniacs. I push you down into a pin position repeatedly but you battle your way out of it time and again. Over and over we roll, first one on top and then the other. Neither of us can gain an advantage.

Donna and Becky are locked together in furious wrestling.

As we grapple I am confident I can wear you down. Finally, I manage to embrace you from behind around your upper torso. I give you a prolonged bear hug as I pick you up. You thrash violently which causes your bandeau top to work down and bunch up under your boobs. When your struggles start to diminish I let you slip through my arms and slide to the floor. You lay still while breathing hard.

But I won't give you the luxury to recover fully. I pull you up to a standing position. I decide to take you for a little ride. I bend down and pull you across my back. I straighten up until you are draped across my shoulders face down. You don't resist much. I feel your hard body and soft heat as I hold you tightly against myself. I spin around several times and then let you slid off. You end up back on the floor, lying there with your arms and legs splayed out in all directions. I back off to admire my handiwork and to let you regain your senses.

Becky flops to the floor after being released from a bear hug.

With some effort you pull yourself together. You stagger slowly to your feet. I gotta' give you credit. Your recovery time is impressive.

But still I am surprised when you lunge at me with fists balled and give me a hard one-two punch in the gut. I'm caught off guard and the impact knocks the air out of me. I gasp and go weak in the knees. Now you swing and connect with my cheek. I really wasn't expecting it. That's more my style. I go "Umff!" spin around and see stars.

But I stay on my feet and manage to shove you away from me. You fall back on your ass. It gives me enough time to get my balance. But you are all over me in a flash. You don't allow time for the pain from your blows to subside. Very good. It's what I would have done. You jump on me while grabbing me around the shoulders and neck and down on the couch we both go. You come down on top of me with a full body press, pushing me into the cushions. I struggle underneath your weight. Nice huh? I know the feeling.

Now you are standing up again. You pull me up and slam your fist into my solar plexus. God! That hurt! I choke. I double over and reel backwards. I can't breath. Suddenly you are around behind me. You embrace me under my boobs and pull me upright. Then your arms are around my neck compressing my pressure point.

Unexpected. But man-oh-man, you know how to do it! At first all I feel is pain. But then the pain abruptly disappears, replaced by a very pleasant tingling sensation that envelops my whole body. I am now helpless but I don't care. There's no one watching this time. So take your time. Make it happen slowly. This is feeling soo' good.

Donna at first resists and then surrenders as she is being sleepered.

I'll admit, it is making me wet. Everything is hazy and warm. I'm drifting out of consciousness. The last thing I'm aware of is sliding to the floor with a deep groan of ecstasy. I feel myself floating as I surrender completely to the mindless bliss.

Becky looks down at her unconscious friend.

I wake up and you are sitting next to me, gazing down at me. You say I've been out for just a few minutes. I'll take your word for it but it seemed like it was longer. Did you kiss me or feel me out? Now it's my turn. My sweet oblivion is replaced by a renewed intense desire to take you down. Being sleepered seems to mellow you. It just makes me more violent. You allow me to lie there until I recover. Your mistake, unless you want what I'm about to do to you.

Donna comes to, feeling aroused and aggressive.

I suddenly lunge at you. We grapple all over the room, sometimes on our feet, sometimes on our knees and sometimes rolling around on the floor. Ah, what delicious intensity! You're breathing heavily now. Your face is red and flushed.

I seem to always be able to outlast you. Your cat-like moves are a compliment to my strength. But you wear down before I do. I sense when you are weakening, when you're leaving yourself open. I can take you out now. It seems like you are surrendering to me. You're standing in front of me, unsteady, your eyes half closed. You're mine to do as I please. Maybe you think I'll just sleeper you. That would be a nice little turn-on wouldn't it? But before we do that I want to rock and roll some more.

Becky is worn down by their wrestling.

My eyes wander up and down the length of your body while considering where to strike. Your little swimsuit looks really good on you. The orange color draws me. I decide to go low and deliberately slam my fist into you right below the waistline of your bikini panties. The nylon offers scant protection. Even though you are superbly conditioned that area seems to be a particularly weak spot for you.

You go "Ughhh!" I feel your solid muscles absorb my knuckles and then rebound.

Donna's fist slams into Becky's bikini.

The impact has a telling affect. You grimace, as your body slams back against the wall. Your knees start to buckle and your eyes bulge as you moan "Ohhh!"

Becky is slammed back by the low punch.

Maybe I'll go even lower with the next blow? A little pussy jab? Nah, I won't do that again. It might make you pee in your swimsuit like you did that time with Dave and me. I'll spare you the embarrassment not to mention the pain.

You look like you are about to pitch forward. But before you go down I pull you upright and out into the center of the room, steady you with one hand and with the other deliver a quick hard smack to your temple. Your arms fly up and your head snaps back as you let out a "Yiii!" Your whole body twists in a wild spin before hitting the floor mattress hard. You lay there sprawled on your back. You can't take anymore; you are all but done in. I stand back to look at my handiwork. Ah, the satisfaction of total domination!

Becky recoils from a punch to her temple.

The blow sends Becky crashing to the mats

I sit down above your head. I grab you under the arms and pull you up into a sitting position in front of me. I smell faint cologne mixed with the salty scent of your exertion. You are mumbling something but it is incoherent. I think you are right on the verge of passing out. You don't offer any resistance.

The time is right. I stroke the side of your face and whisper in your ear, "Are you ready to let me do it to you sweet cakes?"

I don't know whether you can hear me but you respond to my touch, it seems to soothe you. I use my new sleeper technique again. With both hands I feel for your pressure points on the sides of your neck. Then I begin to kneed with my knuckles, grinding harder and harder. You stiffen, throw your head back and let out a "Ahhhh!"

Your legs splay out at sharp angles, kicking spasmodically. Your hands come back and weakly grab for my arms. But your efforts are futile. I feel the intense pleasure that comes from having you completely under my control.

I apply more pressure, but oh so gradually. The longer it takes for you go out the longer we can both enjoy it. You strain against me and arch your back. You manage a short sultry gasp and then you surrender to my embrace. I am loving this. You obviously are too by the way you are squeezing your legs together.

Donna shoves Becky's limp body off of herself.

You sigh deeply as I feel a ripple of small quick convulsions pass through your body just before you go out. I release my grasp. You lean back against me. I get up on my knees and push you away. You roll over once an end up lying spread-eagled on your stomach.

You don't move. I pick up one hand and let it drop lifelessly to your side. I slap you lightly on your butt. No response. I feel exhilarated. I have completely knocked you out!

The unconscious Becky lies sprawled on the mats.

Your breathing is slow but regular so I know you are all right. I stand up and place my foot on your upturned little ass. I feel a heat rising in me as I stare down at your supine figure. I come down beside you. I run my hand through your hair and smooth it down some. I feel all my aggression slipping away, replaced by a desire to be close and intimate. I turn you onto your side. You are so plaint in my hands. I give you a little neck, back, and derriere massage even though there is not an ounce of tension in your body.

Donna enjoys massaging every part of Becky's body.

When I am sleepered I am physically incapacitated. But at the same time I am conscious of what is going on at some level. It is almost like an out of the body experience. I wonder if you aware of anything right now? I speculate on how long you would lay there if I left you alone.

As she looks down on the defeated Becky, Donna feels her sexual tension rising.

I feel a tight tension building in my own body demanding release. Okay, I admit taking you down has excited me. I pull you over on your back and caress you. You don't respond. You are still out. I work a finger up under the leg opening of your bikini. Your pussy is soft, warm, and oh so deliciously damp! I run my hand up your back and without hesitating, unsnap your top. It falls away revealing your cute little boobs. It seems every time I see them your tits are erect.

Donna begins to strip Becky as she is coming to.

Time to wake up; I lean over you and brush the hair out of your eyes. I kiss you gently on the lips. I feel a slight shudder go through you and your breathing increases. But you do not move and your eyes remain shut. I put one arm around the back of your neck and raise your head slightly. I kiss you again, slowly. This time you respond with a long drawn out sigh. Your eyes open and you smile weakly up at me.

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tagInterracial LoveBoning The Trucker's Women

Boning The Trucker's Women

Finding a job these days is damn tough in Hasting, Nebraska. Johnny Johnson, a big, good-natured kid of twenty-three, was applying for every job listed in the "Hastings Daily." He stopped at the Holiday Inn front desk.

"Need the room number of a Mr. Walter Taylor?" he smilingly ask the clerk, an older woman he remembered seeing around town.

"That would be 2607," she replied, without looking up.

"Here to apply for the truck driver position," he softly said to the casually dressed, smiling, short black man who opened the door.

"Hey Man, c'mon in. I'm Walter Taylor. Friends call me, Tiny. Cup of coffee, and a donut while we do some talking here?"

"Yes. Sounds good," Johnny said, as he passed his resume' to Mr. Taylor, who he immediately thought of as Tiny, since he appeared to be about five foot six, thirty, and had a friendly grin.

After a few moments, Tiny looked up at Johnny. "You married, or do you live at home?"

"I live at home with my Mom, and younger sister, Jenny."

"Well, I don't know how this will play, Big Guy. Here is what I have going. My brother, Ben, and I have a contract to come out here to Hasting Corn Processing to pick up corn syrup, which is to be delivered to Hershey Foods, in Hershey, Pennsylvania, where I live. We will be running three trucks. The reason that I'm looking for a driver out here is that I think that I have come up with a way for all three drivers to pocket a hell of a lot of money that they normally would spend for lodging and meals. What I'm thinking is that when we are out here, we could stay at your house. When you are in Pennsylvania, you could stay at one of our pads. Our wives said that they would give it a try. Any idea as to if the idea would fly with your Mom?"

Remembering that the ad had said the position would pay twenty-eight thousand to start, Johnny was determined to sell the plan to his Mom, since money was tight since his Dad had passed away, after that barn beam had fallen, hitting him on the head, when they were repairing the shed. "Tiny, you give me twenty minutes. I'll go run it by my Mom. Be right back. We have an extra bedroom."

True to his word, Johnny was back in twenty minutes. "All set. Mom thinks that it is wonderful that I'll be eating and sleeping with my Bosses' family when I'm away from home."

"All right. This first trip you ride with me so that I can show you exactly how I want our rigs driven. We never speed, or take risks by driving in snowstorms. That keeps the insurance rates low. You can pick up your rig in Hershey. You will be the first truck back. I see that you live just off route 34 on Hansen Road. Is there a turnaround at your place for a tractor-trailer?"

"Sure is. Before Dad died, we had one hundred and forty cows. The milk truck came every day."

"How big is your place, Man?"

"We have fourteen hundred acres. Mom leases out thirteen hundred and fifty to Mr. Bowerman, who has corn and soybeans planted. Gives us enough income to get by."

"Okay. I'll pick up my load at six AM. Should be able to stop at your house about six thirty. That way you can leave your car at home. It is twelve hundred miles to Hershey, so we will be on the road two days, with one night in a motel."

All went according to plan. Johnny was very pleased with the 1999 Mack he was assigned to drive. Tiny's wife, Marsha, could not have been nicer. Johnny had a hard time thinking of her as his boss's wife. She was a sexy woman, who shunned wearing bras.

Johnny took his assigned trip. As fill in work, Tiny took a trip to Newark, and then took his trip to Hastings. Johnny had come and gone by the time that he arrived in Hastings. He dropped his trailer for loading and drove to the Johnson farm.

In answer to his knock, Mrs. Johnson opened the door.

Sweetly, she asked, "Yes, may I help you?"

"Hi. I'm Walter Taylor, of Taylor trucking."

The woman looked at Walter, as a slow smile spread on her face, she slowly shook her head from side to side. "Your not exactly what I expected."

Walter knew what she meant. "Johnny leave out a detail or two when he talked about me staying here, did he?"

"Yes, he sure did." With a full laugh, she continued, "C'mon in. Your bedroom is the one at the end of the hall."

"Is it okay if I take a shower now?"

"Oh, sure. I'll have dinner ready at five thirty. Burgers, corn, baked potatoes sound good?"

"Boy, do they ever."

During the dinner, the phone rang. It was for Walter. After he finished, he turned to Mrs. Johnson. He addressed her by her first name. "Diane, they have a problem at the processing plant. My load won't be ready until the day after tomorrow. Hope that doesn't inconvenience you?"

"God no. I am delighted to have you around. Tell you what. How about if I make you earn your keep?"

"How so?"

"You interested in going to Grand Island to a night spot called "Charlie's Roadhouse?"

"I'll be happy to go," Tiny answered with some reservation.

Diane laughed. "Hey, you will like it. They don't play country. It is Motown, Do-whop, fifties ands sixties stuff."

"Ya, Lady. Now you're talking. Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, those are my guys. Do you dance to that?"

"I can keep up with you. Lets be out of here by eight."

Tiny was very thoughtful as he sat waiting for Diane to change her clothes. His first thoughts were about if he would like to get into Diane's pants. Not a good idea, he concluded. This set up was turning out to be just perfect for he and his brother, Ben. In a year's time, staying at the Johnson's would save each of them fifteen thousand dollars a year in room and meals expense. Did not want to screw that up, Tiny.

Diane flew down the stairs. She drove her Ford pick-up. As they were bouncing along on the rural road, which seemed to have hundreds of repair patches, she turned to look at Tiny, twice. Then she spoke. "Have to tell you something. Everyone hereabouts knows everyone's business, or tries to. There are no guys in Hastings that interest me. If I was to go out with one of the locals, just to get out, the busybodies would think that he was overnight at my place, whether he was or not. If the town folks knew that I was letting two black guys stay at my place, the local phones would get so hot that they would melt. So, I would ask you and your brother to not discuss our arrangement at the processing plant."

"No problem. The workers there are so busy doing their thing, that they don't pay any attention to us. We are just transit drivers to them. "

"That same problem is why I picked Charlie's in Grand Island to go to. Nobody knows me there.

Charlie's Roadhouse turned out to be a converted skating rink set back a hundred yards off the highway, surrounded by a dirt parking lot. Tiny was surprised to see that the interior was remodeled to be an attractive nightspot, with a raised stage. A Deejay, as well as a small band, made the sounds. There was a good crowd, but the place was not packed, so they found a table right away.

Tiny glanced around. No one was paying any attention to him. He saw in the corner some brothers with girlfriends, as well as some folks that appeared to be Mexicans. Diane read his thoughts. "People hereabouts don't pay much attention to your skin color."

Tiny smiled. "Let's dance."

They stayed on the floor for several dances. Then the band took a break. Tiny and Diane sat down. The Deejay picked up the mike. "Okay folks, let's have some fun. Who wants to lip-sync, or karaoke?"

"I love to do this," Tiny said as he leaped to his feet waving his arms.

When he got to the Deejay he whispered to him. "You got Chuck Berry's, "Johnny Be Goode?"

"Sure do."

"Is it okay to used the Gibson Electric Guitar over there?"

"Sure, Buddy."

"Great Man. Here is what we do. You play "Be Goode." I will do the Berry hop across the stage, like the man does it, with one leg out, skipping, while I work the guitar. When the song ends, give me the mike. I'll get the folks in the crowd doing the dance. Then, if you have "Tears On My Pillow," by Little Richard, I'll do that for you too."

"Here we go folks," the Deejay announced as the large speakers boomed out the sweet voice of Chuck Berry. By the time Tiny finished, the crowd was partly dancing, as they crowed around the stage to watch Tiny. When he finished, the Deejay asked, "Do you do anyone else?"

Tiny laughed. "Use your piano?"

To the hard notes of the piano, Tiny could be heard singing. "You know that what I say is true."

The crowd went crazy.

Charlie's closed at two.

"Tiny, I had just the best time. You are something."

"Ah, it was nothing. All the guys in the hood copied the Great Cats."

"Maybe they did, but you actually sound like them."

After the house door was closed, Diane turned to put her arms around Tiny.

"Hey, Lady. I don't think this is a good idea. I really like you. I think this set up is great for Johnny as well as Ben and I. I don't want to screw it all up."

"Tiny, when my husband was alive, three times a week, shortly after dinner, he would come up to me. He would give me a kiss, while his hands would rub me here and there. He would whisper in my ear so that the kids would not overhear him, "Baby, I'm going to pester your pussy tonight." "I need my pussy pestered, Tiny."

"Diane, I still think that we should let that go for a while. Please?"

"For now." With that, Diane kissed him lightly on the lips, turned and went upstairs to her bedroom.

Tiny stood watching her. His cock was hard. "Holy shit," he murmured under his breath.

Twenty minutes later, Tiny was in bed, on his back contemplating how much he would like to be fucking Diane. His hand was around his fully erect cock. The door creaked as it slowly opened. He saw her shadow, as she walked to his bed. She lifted the covers. She was next to him. Naked, her skin was warm against his. Her hand found his cock. She giggled. "You'll fuck me now. I know you will." She said, as she pulled his hand to her wet pussy.

Tiny rolled over to place his head between her generous tits. Her hands were first on his back, than slid to his ass, gripping both cheeks, pulling his ass between her legs.

His cock dangled. It and his balls were much darker then his body skin. The head found her wet slit. An easy shove, and it was in. Her hands on his ass pulled him to her.

"Pester my pussy, Tiny," she whispered.

Her velvet pussy walls made every move of his cock seem like a jazz band of stimulation. Tiny was in heaven as he would withdraw his cock. Then he would push it back into her. As it was near the bottom, he would lower his ass, while thrusting forward, as the cheeks of his ass tightened to thrust his cock that extra inch into Diane.

Diane felt the difference, so at the end of each thrust, she would spread her legs wide as she pulled them back, so that Tiny could play her pussy like he played that Gibson Guitar. On and on it went. Both moaned from the welling sensations

As his cock was swelling before it erupted, her pussy swelled tighter on him as her orgasm came. There was no holding back. Knowing that she was there, about to cum, Tiny let go with a rapid flurry of thrusts to power the cum out of his shaft.

Neither of them said a word, as they lie there momentarily spent. Five minutes later, Tiny was hard again. This time, Diane came within three minutes. Tiny took his merry old time finishing that fuck. Both rolled over and fell asleep.

When Tiny woke up the next morning, Diane was downstairs. He could smell coffee, and bacon. Life is good, he thought. He did not know how good. After they ate, she quietly took his hand. "C'mon upstairs. I need some more pestering."

After Tiny left town the next day with his load, he phoned Ben on his cell phone. They agreed to meet off Interstate 80 in Davenport. Tiny filled Ben in on all that had occurred. "Be ready, Man. That woman likes to have her pussy pestered."

Ben was sharp enough to ask. "What about this sister that Johnny mentioned?"

"Oh, her name is Jenny. She lives with an aunt most of the time while she attends a junior college."

Ben arrived at the Johnson farm just before eight PM. He too rang the doorbell. Diane answered. She let her gaze run from his feet to his smiling face, which towered above her. "You can't be Ben?" "I am. Tiny and I have the same Mama, but his daddy was killed in Nam."

While eating, Ben caught Diane looking at him with a strange frown on her face. "What is going on in your mind, Woman?"

"Your so big. Just how big are you?"

"I'm six foot seven, and I weight two hundred and seventy five pounds."

"Wow. How big is your waist?"

"Thirty one inches."

Ben, being much more direct than Tiny, added boldly, "You know woman, I just love to pester a good looking woman's pussy."

At first, Diane's face went white. Then it turned a bright red from embarrassment, which completely surprised Ben.

Diane sat shaking her head. "I, I, I just don't quite know what to say. My husband was a short man, who weighted one hundred and forty-five pounds, like Tiny. You. Well, you're humongous. The thought of you on me scares me, frankly. What if…"

"What if, what?"

"Your hands are huge. Your feet are huge. Are you huge down there?"

"You won't notice the difference," Ben said, with a soft laugh, knowing full well that he was lying through his teeth. Ben loved to get a woman all hot and bothered. Then he would be on her. His hands would cover each cheek of her ass, which he would pull apart. Her pussy would be there for his taking. Once in, there was no such thing as not driving it exactly where it was designed to go, as fast and hard as he could. Sure she would complain at first. Then her pussy would accommodate him. They always do. She would break out in sweat. Her tits would turn bright red. The telling thing was they all opened their legs when he covered them for the next go. Their hands would pull his ass forward, pulling his cock deeply into their pussies.

Boldly, again, Ben walked to her side. He pulled her to her feet. In moments, she was naked before him. At forty-four, she was older then any woman he had ever fucked. There were the generous tits that Tiny had described. She had a pot stomach of a woman who has given birth twice. Her upper arms and back were solid, like you would expect a farmwoman to be. She had a small tight ass. Ben smiled. It will be easy for his huge hands to control has ass, keep it high so that his cock had a straight shot deeply into her pussy. This was going to be fun. Hell, she was naked. There was no turning back. He carried her upstairs. He left the light on, so that at the last minute she could see him. Know what was coming. He was proud of his package. He would enjoy the sight of her sweating, swelling. She would toss her head from side to side when he invaded her. He stood looking at her as he took off his shirt revealing his chest, which was all of sixty inches. Her eyes went wide.

When he dropped his trousers, her eyes went wider still, as she crossed her arms on her chest. Her legs came together, as she bent her knees. He expected her to say something. She seemed so small. No matter. He would use her pussy. Now!

He crawled onto the bed. Lifting her legs, he pulled her so that she was in the middle of the bed. It took his mouth being on her pussy for several minutes, before she relaxed. Then, in one fluid motion, he slid up, completely covering her body with his. His legs forced her legs apart. His hand separated her pussy lips. With the end of his cock in place, he shifted his hands to the cheeks of her ass, pulling it up, off the bed. His ass shot down, and than forward, as Diane let out a long moan.

Her body was tense. His thrusts got harder, faster. The bed squeaked. Diane moaned, and grunted. There bodies were now literally bouncing on the bed.

At that moment, Diane's daughter, Jenny was quietly walking up the stairs. Diane had told her that they now had borders. She peeked in her mother's door. First, she observed very large feet. Shifting her position, she saw her mother's feet with the heels dug into the upper legs of the man. Finally, she saw the massive ass, with the cheeks tightening at the end of each thrust. Between the legs hung two, huge, black balls, covered by curls of black hair. She had to see his cock. Crouching, she walked forward until she could see the cock. God. It was almost back. It was thick. An almost unbelievable amount of it was disappearing into her mother, again and again. Jenny was no virgin. What farm girl is at nineteen? She was a bold little shit, like too many young girls are.

Jenny tiptoed out and went to her room. At her school, the girls often talked about the guys that they liked to fuck. Some girls would date a real Geek, just to have him fuck them. It was a right of passage.

Jenny waited fifteen minutes after she heard her mother return to her room. She could hear Diane snoring. Naked, she softly walked into the bedroom of this man she had never spoken to. She crawled under the covers, waking Ben in the process. The moment Ben put his hands on her; he knew that this was a much younger woman, with a tender body. Without a word being spoken, he was on her. His cock instantly hard, he placed it at her entrance. No baby has ever passed down this chute, he thought to himself, as he eased it into her. God, she felt good.

No farm boy had ever fucked Jenny like Ben did, with his ass doing large circles as he pumped his cock into her. He had come twice in Diane. It would be twenty minutes of fast action before he would send a load into Jenny's tender cunt. She had seen the pictures of black guys sexing white girls on the Internet. Now, she knew what it was like to have an overwhelming man completely control a woman during sex. Never had she felt more like a mature woman. She would have a story to tell when she was with her friends.

At just after midnight, he whispered into Jenny's ear, "Now, you go to bed, Girl. I've got to drive tomorrow."

As for Johnny, Marsha, Tiny's wife, was friendly, in a somewhat standoffish way. On his third stop in Hershey, Marsha asked him to stay at Ben's house. It was his first meeting with Glena, Ben's wife. You would never think that Glena went with a huge man like Ben. She was short, sort of plump, and had large sagging breasts. Ben was no dummy. He found a gal that loved to fuck, so he married her. This was a new thing for Ben to out of town. Glena was so horny that she was ready to sit on the bedpost. She had purchased one of those balls with a cock attached, which a woman got her jollies from bouncing up and down on. Good, but nowhere near like Ben. Nowhere near.

Shit. Here is this tender, young white boy. Pure as the driven snow, he is. Glena even wondered if the boy is a virgin. As the evening wore on, she fed Johnny three very stiff drinks. He was sitting looking at her with a shit-faced grin. She had hoped that he would come on to her. No such luck. Sitting on the couch, she undressed. Johnny begins to pant. Naked, she walked over to him. She helped him to his feet, then over to the couch. She got him on his knees between her legs. "Eat me, Baby."

As Johnny's head bobbed up and down, Glena closed her eyes. She had her fuck buddy. When she was ready, she slid to the floor. "Put it in me, Baby," she cooed in his ear.

Being somewhat drunk, he was not rough enough for her, so she rolled Johnny onto his back. She lowered that black cunt of hers onto his cock. She would get the action that she wanted. Her pussy shot forward and back. Glena clenched her teeth. Her breath came in gasps. Those brown melons of hers were flopping, swinging, swelling. Her swelling pussy was getting tighter, and tighter. It caused Johnny to swell from the stimulation. Glena came.

She rolled onto her back, pulling Johnny onto her. After pumping his pale white cock into her for another ten minutes, he finally came.

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How to define that the guy virgin?

Each man dreams to be the first sexual partner of the darling, however not each woman will be glad to learn that her guy virgin. Why such injustice? The matter is that experience of the partner is important for a weak half of mankind, after all if the girl and the guy have no experience, it will be more difficult to them to learn to give each other pleasure. The girl with great pleasure to trust in the skilled guy who won't concede to her in skill of love games.
Whether as to learn the virgin the guy? Precisely to answer this question it is worth paying attention to a number of the moments which occur during communication of lovers and, of course, just before sexual intercourse.

How to understand that the guy virgin?
1. Modesty and constraint in the movements. How the guy virgin behaves? Of course, modestly, as if he tried to hide it, the strong desire gets the best of him and if to look narrowly you surely will notice constraint in his movements, a shiver and fear.
2. Extraordinary verbal constraint. The guy virgin very much is afraid to show that he that is therefore he will avoid in all ways talk about "sex". As if it strangely sounded, but even in his jokes you will never hear platitudes.
3. How to distinguish the guy virgin? Of course, on strange questions. Well, for example, such: "And you are sure, what so correctly to do? – And it doesn't seem to you, what not beautifully to do quite so? – And why it in general to do?", etc. And still the guy virgin will surely ask you: "And you still virgin?" Any other I didn't begin to be interested, and simply would take everything in hand and I checked.
4. Full zero in a bed. You at last reached up to this point and, apparently, of that to hesitate now, here you naked before him and it is necessary only to make business, but suddenly you understand that he actually doesn't know, what exactly and how to do. You need only to be shown and told what yes as.
5. How to define that the guy virgin? Very simply, as a rule, the virgin is very quickly overexcited in view of what sexual intercourse can last some seconds. However in it there is nothing terrible, and it doesn't mean at all that now so will be always. Over time he to learn to restrain and your proximity will bring you unknown pleasure.
Dear ladies if you are excited by a question: Whether "How to check the virgin the guy?" reflect, whether it is worth it? Why to check and reveal any defects in the darling? For the first time so it isn't simple to it to overcome the fear and uncertainty in itself, don't create a problem from scratch. The man shouldn't be sex giant with thousands of partners behind shoulders. Everything can learn and with one beloved who will never allow him to doubt the appeal.


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Well, I would have sex with him, but he's a raging Dale and refuses to acknowledge that he has penis.
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tagExhibitionist & VoyeurA Cubicle Conversation Ch. 04

A Cubicle Conversation Ch. 04

byDecayed Angel©

It had been several weeks since I had worked over time, or I should say it had been several weeks since I had worked overtime at the same time Carla did. I didn't expect to spend much more time peeking back and forth through our cubicles after Carla's last performance. Watching her so thoroughly fuck her boyfriend right here in the office, knowing that she knew I was watching her the whole time was an incredible turn on. I mean hell, I was close to coming without even touching myself, the action was so hot.

The whole incredible situation would have left me pining for more except that just as everyone was coming, Carla's boss, the division's Vice President came walking into the cubicle area looking for her. Fortunately I was able to clean up, zip up and head him off just seconds before he barreled into the middle of Carla and her boyfriend as they disengaged from some of the sexiest things I have ever witnessed.

Though I was only able to distract the Vice President for just a few moments, Carla was able to get it together enough so he didn't suspect anything. Returning to my cubicle, I was amazed as she carried on a normal conversation with her boss.

After such a close call, I understood her reluctance to attempt another in office escapade and I really didn't expect anything else to happen. After filing our previous encounters, well I guess really observations, away under fun while it lasted, I didn't figure to have much more contact with Carla.

Imagine my surprise when I saw her hand reach over the top of the cubicle and drop a folded piece of paper. Wondering what was happening, I immediately grabbed and unfolded the paper, reading the note inside:

I've missed our little shows. I don't know what it is, but feeling you watching me just... we'll I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Take a peek and see..."

Take a peek? Damn, it was right in the middle of a workday! I leaned forward, carefully pulled the corner trim aside and peeked in the narrow opening between cubicles. She had worn one of those knee length skirts that had a split in them. Well, the skirt was neatly folded open, her legs were spread apart and her pussy seemed to sparkle with moisture.

I immediately picked up the phone and dialed her extension number.

"Hello," she answered in almost a moan.

"Are you crazy? There are people all around us!"

"Yes I know. Isn't it exciting?"

"Exciting? We could... you could get caught," I answered.

"I know, like last time."

"Last time? If I didn't step in last time, you'd have been caught."

"Yes, that's true."

"They'd have fired you!"

"Perhaps, but they didn't catch me, but I do realize you saved me. You know, I never really thanked you for that."

"Peek back through the opening there and I'll see if I can't show you my appreciation."

"Your apprec....?" I looked back between the cubicles and saw her sink two fingers deep into her pussy, slowly withdrawing them. She then moved them, glistening in her wetness, up to her mouth. Slipping them between her lips, she moaned into the phone.

"Do you like that? I mean when I penetrate myself, or do you prefer when I touch my clit... like this," she whispered into the phone as she moved her fingers back between her legs onto her clit. "You like that?"

"Yes," was all I could say.

"Hmm... It feels so good, especially with you watching. Will you tell me something?"

"Of course."

"Are you hard?"

"Oh yes," I replied, moving my hand down to the tent in my pants and gently squeezing myself.

"Did I make you hard?"

"You made me so hard."

"Immmin...," she moaned, her breath now noticeably harder. "Do you want to come while you watch me?'

"Yes, but I... I..., Wait, someone's..." Before I could finish, Carla quickly fixed her skirt back over her lap an turned, bringing her legs together as Angie, one of Carla's administrative assistants, stepped into Carla's cubicle.

I carefully hung up the phone, adjusted my erection and tried to remember what I was doing before... well before Carla distracted me. I moved my mouse to get rid of my screen saver and waited for the password prompt to appear. As I started typing in my password, my phone rang.

"Take a peek now."

I immediately looked back through the opening and saw Carla's pussy, once again beautifully displayed for me. I also noticed something else, Carla wasn't alone!

"Someone's there," I whispered urgently.

"Yes, Angie agreed to be my lookout, isn't that sweet?"

"Yeah, now I can continue without any distraction," she said sliding her fingers slowly up between her lips. I took a deep breath through my nose, wanting desperately to catch a whiff of her fragrance. "Oh yes, this is good, see how I'm touching myself?"

I noticed how she held her clit firmly at the top with her thumb as she took the fingers from her other hand and slid them over the glistening knob. Her fingers then returned to her wet opening, probing it just enough to pick up a bit of lubrication and then returning up to the clit.

"You like being touched like that?" I asked, feeling the ache between my legs.

"Oh yes, if only... well, if only I could reach it with my tongue."

"Yes," I answered, wishing I could reach her with my own tongue. "My tongue," I whispered.

"Your tongue? Yes your tongue on me, here..." she paused, her index finger touching the side of her clit, "and here..." again pausing, this time with a finger pushed deep inside herself. "Oh yes, yes... I'm coming."

Fuck, she came right there, surrounded by co-workers, all busy with their jobs. She came while Angie and I watched her raise her hips, spreading her legs from one corner of her worktop to the other, her fingers pushed deep into her wet cunt.

Shaking, I hung up the phone, adjusted my cock once again, and tried to get back to work. In a few moments I noticed another slip of paper fall onto my desk. Opening up the noted I read:

"Wow, that was incredible. I talked to Angie and she agreed to act as lookout for you next week if you're game. Let me know, I'll be wet and waiting for your reply."

I gently folded up the paper and put it in my shirt pocket. I then carefully replaced the cubicle trim, adjusted my erection once again and began daydreaming about next week.

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There is always a fun in playing a sexy game of truth or dare. Moreover, if you are one of the craziest couples on the planet, then truth or dare dirty question game can offer a perfect opportunity to make the things exciting and fun. The best thing about this game is that it can be played at the place of your choice and time. There is just a need for gathering some crazy couples, spin a bottle and then enter the world that requires you to utter the truth and perform some bold dares.

For the new couples, it can assist the partners to know each other in a better way. Additionally, it can help in boosting the sex life to a new level for the people who has progressed in their relationship.

The perfect way to play the truth or dare game is by teaming couple against other couples. Knowing about the couple’s crazy truth and watching them perform some crazy things can give some crazy memories.

Rules for the couple’s truth or dare dirty questions game

Truth or dare questions game is known as the couples game for ages and demands all the people in the room to participate in it. Teaming couples with the fellow couples will make the game much interesting than playing individually. The couple who will select the dare option will need to complete a challenge put forward by the fellow players. If they will not be able to fulfill the terms of the challenge, then the couple has to face a punishment that will be finalized by the other participants in the game.

On the other hand, if a couple chooses the truth option, then they have to answer the question that will be asked by the fellow couples. The remaining members in the game will decide whether the couple has spoken the truth or lied. The sole purpose of the truth or dare game is not just enjoyment because it will also give a chance to know better about the other people. There should be a limit on the number of questions that can be answered by a couple in one game.

Things to avoid during a truth or dare dirty questions game

Prior to the start of this truth or dare questions game, always keep these things in your mind:

  • Never try to uncover the details or secrets about the past of the other couples. It may result in hurting someone’s sentiments.
  • It is a fun and light-hearted game so you need to leave your ego and attitude behind.
  • Don’t ask someone harsh and negative questions to the couples. Instead of it, use it as a chance for exploring the unknown and naughty things about your friends.
  • Never try to trick the couples into telling the personal stuff they look hesitate to tell others because it can seriously result in screwing up your friendship.
  • Do use this game as a revenge by asking for inappropriate truth or dares.

25 sexy truth or dare dirty questions for crazy couples

Have a look at some sexy truth or dare dirty questions to ask the couples. You can modify them according to your comfort level and then use them.

  1. Did any of you ever have lovemaking with a person of the same sex? If yes, how was the experience?
  2. What was your most embarrassing moment during a sexual encounter?
  3. Who will you choose if you want a threesome with your partner and a third person?
  4. Mention about your partner’s boobs and nipples in full detail.
  5. Which body part of your partner makes you crazy towards him/her?
  6. Can you tell us about the boldest posture you have ever tried to perform with your partner?
  7. Can you both explain about your deep sexual fantasies in detail?
  8. Give full information about the situation when you both become so horny that you had sex in the public place?
  9. Did you have sex with a person much older or younger than you? If yes, what were the differences between your ages?
  10. When did both of you try anal during a sexual encounter for the first time? How was the experience?
  11. Which type of porn you both loves to see together? Do you apply same acts during the sexual encounter?
  12. Explain the best thing about your partner you love the most during a sexual intercourse?
  13. Which sexual position you both loves the most and why?
  14. What will you do if you found that your partner is having sex with someone when you are not at home?
  15. What is the most embarrassing moment that you had while having lovemaking?
  16. Have you ever cum on the face of your partner? If yes, what was the reaction?
  17. Do you spit or swallow the cum?
  18. When you both have sex for the first time?
  19. What you both like rough or smooth sex?
  20. Mention the worst thing that you both have during a sexual encounter?
  21. Have you ever made a video of yourself while having sex?
  22. How will you feel if your partner strips in front of us?
  23. Do you ever have group sex with other couples?
  24. What you both enjoy the most during the foreplay?
  25. What was the best night you ever had with your partner?
25 dirty dares to do for couples
  1. Pass a strawberry to your partner by just using your lips.
  2. Suck nipples of your partner for at least a minute.
  3. Kiss the favorite part of your partner in front of all.
  4. Unhook the bra of your spouse/ wife and remove it from her body by using your mouth.
  5. Lick the feet of your partner.
  6. Have a lap dance with your partner for 2 minutes.
  7. Act as a slave of your partner for one minute.
  8. Give a back rub to your wife or girlfriend.
  9. Put sauce in the bra of your wife or girlfriend.
  10. Have a topless hug with your wife with her back in front of us.
  11. Lick each other’s ear for two minutes.
  12. Imitate the best erotic act of your wife or girlfriend.
  13. Turn your wife horny without touching her.
  14. Switch underwear with each other.
  15. Bite at least three times on the booty of your wife.
  16. Have an erotic dance with your partner for two minutes.
  17. Explain each other’s nude body in an enchanting manner.
  18. Send a dirty text to each other’s mother in law.
  19. Stimulate two parts of your wife at once by the use of hand and mouth.
  20. Smell each other’s armpit.
  21. Suck the balls of your husband with the clothes on.
  22. Spank your husband in front of all.
  23. Put two ice cubes in the underwear of your partner.
  24. Put hands in each other’s underwear for ten minutes.
  25. Give a passionate kiss to each other on the lips.
Truth or Dare Questions: FAQ

What are some good dares?

“Send I love you to a random number”, “Sit without wearing any underwear”, “Describe how the sky looks like but don’t use the words white and blue”, “Yell the first sentence coming to your mind right now”, “Kiss me for a minute”, “Point some of the unique selling points about yourself”

What are funny dare questions?

“Go on the street and dance for a minute”, “Walk like a model in the sidewalk for a minute”, “Yell I love you from your roof”, “Say Hi to everyone you are seeing on the street for a minute”, “Whenever anyone says ‘like’, you have to say “Yoo-Hoo” for the next two hours”

What are some dirty truth or dare questions to ask?

“How do you want to make love to me”, “Which is the most unusual place you want to have me”, “What’s your favourite sex position”, “How long time have you stayed without having sex”, “What’s your most secret fantasy”, “Make a sex video”, “Order a sex toy online, “Undress me without using your hands”

What is the dare game for Crush?

“Ask me out”, “Kiss me for a minute”, “Seduce me to do anything”, “Write a status saying you love me”, “Put your profile picture with me”, “Send me a picture of yours that you don’t want anyone to see”, “Click a picture in your boxer”, “Dance without wearing any underwear”

What are some good truths?

“When was the last time you lied and to whom”, “What’s your biggest fetish”, “What’s your guilty pleasure”, “Of all the people you know, who would you want to trade your life with”, “Who was your last crush”, “Have you ever peed in the pool”, “Do you think (someone’s name) is sexy”

You need to be careful while playing a truth or dare dirty questions game because it can even destroy the strongest relationship. Play it as a fun for adding some excitement to your life and knowing the secrets of the crazy couples. If played by the rules, this truth or dare questions game can add lots of spice to any moment and can even stimulate a dirty sex talk discussion.

Anna Perkins is a relationship writer who offers her own forthright opinion over the worlds of dating, romance, relationships , marriage and friendships. She loves cats, traveling, spending time with her son and husband.

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