May Ling Su

The first time I paid for sex was in Las Vegas. Jay and I called a company and asked for a petite brunette to come to our hotel room. We were quoted $300 on the phone. She showed up, blonde and about 5 ft. 10″ in heels. That was fine, I was just glad she didn’t have fake boobs. She immediately asked for the $300 cash up front, then said that that was the fee for the company she works for, and that it only covers getting her in the door. If we wanted to “do something,” we’d have to pay her. She said she’ll do anything, she’s amazing at it, and “full service” costs $3000. The first half hour of our meeting was all negotiation. I was impressed by her business savvy. She called her company from our hotel phone, to let them know she made it here, and that she’s staying with us.

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Continued from Camera Foreplay…

The three of us stripped naked and got into bed. She laid back and let me explore her body. I took the thick pouting lips of her labia into my mouth and sucked, licked, alternately, insistently. I felt Jay’s hands working on my upturned butt as I worked on her. She hardly made a sound. She looked bored again.

Maybe a little bit of dress-up would liven up the menage a trois, I thought. Jay stepped out, and I opened my closet, trying on various pieces on her. Her breasts overflowed out of my tightly hugging clothes. I managed to find a sundress I bought that was two sizes too big on me. She looked beautiful. We ran out to the garden to take more photos before the sun left us for the day.

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By now, Skred’s juicy bedtime series need little to no introduction at all. Continued from May Meats Skred, Part 2, here is the latest panty-soaker:

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Continued from May Meats Skred Part 1.

I’ve been anxiously waiting for this, my sweeties. Part 2 of Skred’s red hot bedtime story…

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I love ebay. I bought a bunch of clothes from China, including this black and white dress the merchant called an office dress. I beg to differ, however. I think it’s more of a cosplay outfit. It’s slightly gothic lolita. It will work as a maid uniform if I added a white apron, a hat and a feather duster to the ensemble. What else do you think this dress could be?

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It was a hot sunny day. We had worn out my little toddler playing frisbee at the park, and an afternoon nap came easily. I suggested to Jay that our guests move from the kitchen to the living room, further away from the bedrooms, to keep the sudden sound of raucous laughter from rousing my sleeping child. My kid naps better with music on so I went into my studio / guest room to turn itunes on.

Sam followed me in saying he wanted to see my Mac. We made some small talk about my computer. I really did honestly believe at first that he just wanted to see my laptop. As I stood to return to the party, he was in the way of the door, his arms open toward me. In a split second I had to make a decision. I had never been alone with another man since I’d gotten married. Jay and I played with other lovers in threesomes and foursomes, but I always had him present.

I remember early in our marriage, when we were still roommates with Mitchell, Jay was at work and Mitch and I were alone at home. He wanted to play and I refused to. Not without Jay, I said to him. That remained my position for the next ten years of our marriage. I did not want to entertain any thought or fantasy of having a relationship that did not involve Jay.

At this particular moment, while Jay was entertaining in the living room, I walked into Sam’s arms.

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It had been almost a year since I was with Tom Cooz. Back then we barely knew each other. We shared an interest in making movies, an appetite for sex and an afternoon of both. After that we kept in contact while he lived far away.

Last night I kissed him with desire that for a year only my fingertips on a keyboard could express. I reached for the growing bulge in his pants, unzipped him, got him out for a taste. He took deep breaths, said something that had my name in it, I can’t remember. My kid was in the living room playing trains with Daddy, and I was distracted, afraid of being caught. I asked him to wait. It’s the worst thing to demand from a hard cock, but waiting is the torturous plight of parents. (Let this be a lesson to the childless but reckless.)

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It’s time once again to raid my email box for content. Here’s a conversation with LingLing:

“My FTF (friend that fucks) has this complex about having a 3some or 4some. He wants to experience that but, at the same time he has a complex about having another male there. Then with a 3some, he would love that but, feels he is not ready because he wants to work on satisfying me. It’s just that it takes a long, long time for me to orgasm. I actually don’t remember when the last time it was that I orgasmed from vaginal intercourse. I’ve only had anal sex once and I really, really, really enjoyed it but, didn’t orgasm either.”

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