Daydream Rendezvous

     Jonathan made his way to his window as he did every day at noon.  It was time for his daily dose of the hot blonde that lived across the courtyard.  Her daily showers were is live-action porn snippets.  He often wondered why her friends had never encouraged her to use curtains, but it was his gain.
     He sat under the cover of his barely open blinds, barren of pants and fully erect as she slid her blonde goddess-like body into her shower.  As the water trickled down her breasts, down her navel and swirled past her vagina, he began to drift into a porn worthy daydream.
     Jonathan pictured himself entering the shower behind the hot co-ed feasting his eyes upon her supple bottom just before lathering soap upon her body.  Just as she would become completely engulfed in suds, the blonde would take to her knees and inhaled his manhood as he began to wash her hair.  The hot tension created by the water and her mouth would increase the pornographic level of the moment.
    His penis would throb as saliva began to drip from her porn caliber lips causing him to lift her by her shoulders and place her against the back of the shower.  As the steaming hot water caressed his back, he spread her ass checks and slid inside slowly.  After a few moments of feeling her ass clap in his penis, he turned the water off and took her soaking body into the bedroom.  He would spread her legs onto his back and began to feast upon her plentiful blonde buffet.
     Her legs tightened on is back and her hands became entangled in his hair as she began to grind dutifully on his face.  Jonathan felt himself being showered by her hot woman porn juice.  He moved from between her ample legs and placed is love stick deep inside her throbbing vagina.  She swooned as he thrust deeper and harder as if he were auditioning for a starring porn role.  The sounds made from their flesh colliding was music to his ears while the passion became hotter and hotter with each passing moment.
     Her blonde tresses became affixed to her sweating face as her porn star breasts jiggled each time he pressed into her. After an hour of pounding the blonde exhibitionist, Jonathan began to feel the heat of his climax reaching his tip.  He pulled out and straddled her face and unleashed his pleasure onto her blonde shaded face.
     Jonathan was jarred out of his porn themed daydream as his hot blonde seductress made her way out of the shower.  His hand was brimmed with his semen and his brow was flush with perspiring exhaust.  His porn fantasy moment had him yearning to drum up the courage to bring it into reality with the hot blonde porn magnet across the courtyard.  He desired more than ever to feel her curves for himself while tasting her succulent nectar.
     As he stood to close the blinds completely, he noticed that hot blonde was looking across at him.  She now knew that he was been pleasuring himself to her.  What was to be his next move?

Lunch Break

   Tammy was the type of adult woman that say sex in everything.  No one would ever guess that the average looking blonde would be obsessed with fucking.  No one except her co-workers.  Each one of the adults in her firm had taking a turn on Tammy’s fuck wheel.  Male…..Female…she did not discriminate.  There was but one adult in the company that knew that her blonde curtains matched perfectly to her carpet.  That one was the new hire, Adam.

     Adam, a fellow fair-haired blonde, was quiet but brimming with physical sex appeal.  Broad, chiseled shoulders and the face of a Greek God.  Tammy was finding it increasingly hard to off-set her adult urges towards Adam.  So today would be the day that she invited him to lunch…to one of her epic fuck fest lunches. 

   When he arrived at her office, she asked that he close the door.  As he did, she sat on the edge of the desk closest to him and exposed her warm, salivating blonde pussy to him.  At first, Adam seemed afraid and began looking about the office almost expecting someone to jump out and tackle him. 

     “Relax.  Lunch is now served,” said Tammy as she slid two fingers down the opening of her fuck box. 

     “Is this okay?” asked Adam as he removed his short and moved towards his adult themed feast.

     “We are both adults…….aren’t you hungry?”

      That was all Adam needed to dive right into his appetizer.  He crammed his tongue deep into Tammy as she coached him on with her moans and hands in his hair.  He was beyond ready to fuck her like an adult rabbit, swift and effectively. 

    As he reached up to take hold of her breasts, Tammy enquired of him, “Are you ready to fuck me?”

     His answer came in the form of dropping his pants and bending her over the desk.  As his thrust his fuck pole into her blonde box, he was consumed by her tightness and moisture.  Ever in his wildest dreams did he ever think that as an adult he would be fucking his blonde boss on his very first day of work?  Who does this happen to?  How did he get so lucky? Little did he know that her pussy was like space… often travelled and rarely empty. 

      As Tammy’s back dipped, Adam grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and began fucking her so deep, she felt his dick in the base of her stomach.  Climax came shortly after, leaving Tammy will a pussy full of creamy adult dessert.  She never thought that there would be one that raises the bar when it comes to her lunchtime fuck fests…but Adam took her to new levels within his hour. 

     She was sore and drained, but yearning for another round.  She wanted more time.  Her mouth wanted so much to wrap itself around his dick.  His dick that lay dangling by his thigh covered in her juices.  Maybe…just maybe she would give him the rest of the day off simply to please her over and over.  

The Fetish Shoot

  When received an offer from one of the top photographers in London to be his muse for an upcoming gallery collection of pictures, Celeste was more than ecstatic.  She was a bit hesitant about the fetish theme of the pictures, but she could not pass up the opportunity to be immortalized by London’s finest.

   She arrived at his studio with no idea just how far they would delve into the realm of fetish, but a quick scan of the room let her know.  There was black rubber everywhere.  Chains hung from the back wall and there were whips, ball gags and nipple clamps strategically placed about. 

   Hanging on a rack towards the middle of the room was a black faux leather lingerie set with thigh high black boots with a pinstripe thin stiletto heel. Once changed into the ensemble, Celeste noticed that the photographer had been standing in the far left corner watching her.  Was this his fetish?  Is this why he had not greeted her? Is this why there was no staff for hair and make-up?

   As he unveiled himself from the shadows, it was made clear that he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and his camera about his neck. 

     “Not only was his a great London photographer, but he is one of the most eccentric that London had to offer,” Donna thought to herself as she wondered if agreeing to these pictures was a mistake.

     “Place the gag in your mouth, grab a whip and step into the light.”

       His tone was unwavering, but his penis was at full attention.  This unnerved Donna a bit, but it also made her lady pond ripple as his London accent danced upon her ears and rippled across her breasts. 

     She followed the instructions given to her and began to pose as he snapped picture after picture after picture.  The bulge beneath his boxers continue to grow and harden, letting Donna know that this fetish theme was based upon his own fetish and nothing more.  But at this moment, she did not care.  Her vagina throbbed like a base drum in a marching band. 

     Something came over Donna and she removed her faux leather panties exposing her salivating goodness to him.  She was beckoning the London artiste to fulfil his fetish inside her.  He placed the camera down and began to take mental pictures of her on all fours on his floor.  Never in his career in London had he tasted the sweetness of a model.  Today was his day to slide his engorged manhood deep inside her as she bore down on the gag and permitted his fetish to play out.

     Donna braced herself as his healthy London bred penis crammed into her ass and not her pulsating vagina.  She wasn’t prepared but she didn’t object.  If only someone was taking a picture of her rocking her ass back onto his London dick like a porn star in a profound fetish flick.  She wanted to scream, but the gag forbade that and before she could get a grasp on the good pain he was inflicting….she felt the whip smack across her ass.