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When we are at home we started doing phone sex, we found that we totally enjoy having sex while someone like you, are listening to us. Knowing that we are turning you on, at the same time we are getting turned on, is really hot. I love having Shannon, lick me and finger my pussy while you hear us. I know it gets your cock so hard, and you are stroking to our calls. We are real and we really get into our calls, so don’t be afraid to ask us if you like to hear us doing something naughty for you.

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It was finally my turn.

That tiny pecker I chose in the auction was all mine for a day.  I couldn’t wait.

I had him meet me at a hotel, and from the moment he showed up at the door until the minute he walked out, I didn’t allow him one stitch of clothing.  If he covered his teeny peenie for any reason, I gave him a good, hard smack with a ruler I had brought along.

I made him service me completely, but just with his mouth and hands … I told im that penis didn’t deserve to touch me.  He had to lick my pussy, then my ass, and the whole time I was telling him how lucky he was to have a real woman to play with, because his little twig didn’t belong on an adult.

Once I caught him trying to jack himself off while he was tongue-fucking my asshole.  I stopped him right there and whacked his knuckes for being in the wrong place … I wanted his hand to be masturbating me.  I made him stand next to the window facing the door when room service arrived, and warned him that he would get extra spankings if he tried covering up that tiny dick.  It pleased me to see the maid smile as she glanced at him while setting up the meal.  Of course the meal was specifically chosen as well … baby carrots, little gherkin pickles and celery stems.

Finally, fifteen minutes before it was time to go, I allowed him to masturbate for me.  Even while he plucked at that little growth of a cock, I made fun of him.  He got it as stiff as possible, growing to maybe three and a half inches, before popping off his load.  I couldn’t believe what I saw - his jizz shot the whole way across the room and was still coming out when the first glob hit the curtains.  There was still cum seeping out when it was time to get dresssed and get out.  Poor little pecker didn’t even have time to clean up properly.

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   The day finally came when I thought I would find out who bid on me in the auction, but I wasn’t to find out.

  The morning he was supposed to pick me up I got a phone call, and I was instructed to put on a blindfold.  Being ready to play the part, I made sure I had a nice blindfold - able to fit snug, yet comfortable, and absolutely no way for me to do a cheat-peek.

  Less than ten minutes after the blindfold was in place, I got another phone call … this one telling me to step out front.  I did so, and felt strong arms direct me out toward the street.  After a bit, I was stopped, then the hands that belonged to those strong arms ran over my body, quickly removing my clothes … right there on my front lawn!  I started to protest, but a whispered voice next to my ear told me to be quiet and obey.  I allowed my clothes to fall from my body until I had only the blindfold on.  I was helped into what seemed to be the side door of a van, then I heard the van door slide shut, followed moments later by another door closing, the engine starting, and the feel of the van moving under my naked ass.

  Once the ride stopped, I was led through the same sliding door, then walked a ways over a grassy area and then inside a large house … I could tell it was large from the echoing effect that noises made.

  For the rest of the day, I was assigned menial chores, constantly blindfolded and naked.  Sometimes I could hear voices close to me, and other times not.  After what seemed hours of this, I was directed to a certain spot, and ordered to masturbate.  I stretched out on the carpet I found under me, and started playing with myself.  As I masturbated, I started hearing more and more voices around me; some male, some female.  This got me more and more worked up, and I started reaching my climax point.  Just as I was getting there, I felt something brush my cheek.  Reaching up, I found it to be a cock … attached to a person.  As I started sucking the cock, I felt a mouth close onto my wet pussy, then more mouths and hands started caressing other parts of my body.  I accepted each touch greedily, and felt myself boiling up toward a tremendous climax.  When the dick that had been in my mouth was removed, and replaced by a female breast, I couldn’t take it anymore, and started bucking on the floor from wave after wave of unbridled orgasm. 

  This obviously did not conclude my session, though.  Even through my climax, and for quite sometime after it, I kept receiving new touches and body parts rubbed all over me.  The whole experience was amplified by the fact that there was hardly any sounds more than steady whisperings and some heavy breathing.  Finally things quieted down, and less & less new sensations were aroused.  As the last cock pulled away from my body, I heard the whisper that had been directing me for most the day now tell me to get up.  As I stood, I felt what seemed to be a large towel placed over me, and I was led back outside.

  I felt the grass under my feet again as I was led back to that same van sliding door from earlier.  Once the van stopped, those same strong arms helped me out of the van, and the familiar voice whispered “you’re now free”.  I waited just a few moments, and heard the van drive away.  Taking off my blindfold, I saw a dark van that looked like any other van disappearing around a corner.  I was on my front lawn in a poncho with my clothes neatly folded at my feet.

  Hurrying inside, I was overwhelmed with the events of the day and just collapsed into a deep sleep in the living room.

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  Well, this week it was the guys’ turn for the charity auction.

All that meat on display just waiting to be examined, and examine I did.  I had so much fun sticking a finger up this guy’s ass, then checking out how low the next guy’s balls hung.

  The most interesting part to me was that guys can’t hide how they feel on display.  Some guys’ dicks just sat there limp as anything and no matter what coaxing went on, they were refusing to get hard.  Those were tyhe ones that didn’t like the indignity of it all.  Others started out limp, but as they got fondled more and more, they started getting stiffer and stiffer.  This was the majority.  A few, however, started out at attention and just couldn’t seem to go down for shit.  These guys loved exposing themselves.  One of them was so big I thought he was going to pass out because all his blood had left the rest of his body just to give him a massive hard-on.

I had fun poking one guy in the ass, then fondling the next one’s balls.  Moving on to the next one and stroking his cock for a bit just to watch it rise under my touch.  I finally came to one that I fell in love with … this guy’s cock was as hard as I have ever seen a cock … he loved being on display, but the amazing thing was how small it was.  I mean, I’ve seen boys in my kindergarden class with bigger dicks.  I knew I HAD to have this one as my slave for a day, so after pretending to check out a few more packages, I went and sat down, ready for the bidding.

Most the girls bid like crazy on the bigger cocks, and the hard ones went quicker than the limp ones (no surprise there).  When it got to pee-wee’s turn, I figured I’d have no competition … boy, was I wrong.  It seemed like every girl that hadn’t bought a cock yet wanted Mr Snausage.  Maybe they figured he would be an easy slave with so little meat, I don’t know … all  I know is that I ended up spending almost twice as much as I had planned in order to win him, but win him I did.

Well, next week is my slave day, but I’m already looking foreward to the week after, when I get to play with that tiny pecker all I want.

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I have to admit that although I am an exhibitionist at heart, I also enjoy a healthy amount of voyeurism as well.  I walk my dog in the late evenings just looking for prospective windows to peep into.  I take strolls in the park watching for interesting couples.  It was on such a walk that I did notice a cute couple groping quite a bit.  I saw them scuttle off the main walkway into  some bushes, and figured I found my chance to get some naturist viewing in.

  I hurried to a spot near the bushes that I figured I’d get a good eyeful, and slowly parted the branches in my bush cover to see what I could.  What I did find was the guy facing the very bush I was hiding behind, zipping down his pants.  I also noticed the girl squatting nearby as she took a whiz, but just as I saw her, here came the golden showers - a hot, steamy blast of male pee right into my face almost, splashing everywhere as it hit the leaves.  Unable to control myself, I let out a gasp and stood up, only to get the piss all down my front as I stood.  No wonder they snuck off - this guy could piss like a stallion.  He hardly even flinched, and I think he even directed more at me as he just kept pissing.  His girlfriend stood up rather quickly, and I noticed a bit of piss running down her leg from trying to stop a bit too soon.

  Well,  after Mr Stallion finally stopped pissing on me, we got to talking a little bit, and I ended up shedding my clothes right there in the bushes to let them dry while the three of us had a wild fucking time.  By the time we got done fucking and sucking, my clothes were definitely dry enough to wear home.  The whole experience, although shocking at first was very intriguing.  I think I’m going to have to do some more research into the golden showers thing.

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  There’s something very erotic standing almost completely naked, exposed to dozens of men, and helpless to do anything about it.  I say “almost” because I did keep my stockings on, and each of us women were blindfolded during the event.

  Before the bidding, each of us were on display for the men to approach and examine us carefully, one at a time.  They were allowed to poke, prod and spread whatever they wished as they examined, and we were supposed to be obedient “slaves”.   I suppose I wasn’t too slave-like (is that a word?) when I climaxed all over one man’s prodding fingers … I’ll never know if he’s the one that bid on me.   By the time the auction was complete, I was so fucking horny I didn’t care who won me.  That’s the flip-side of the auction, though … I won’t find out for two weeks.  Winners aren’t released until after next week’s auction on the men.  THAT should be very interesting … my chance for revenge, poking and prodding them. hehe

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First Swingers party after the New Year is always a grand event.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to hang around and enjoy the party.  Frank and I hooked up early on, and he had ideas that required we start that evening.

We headed toward the inner city from the party, and found a dead-end alley that was pretty much empty, and he started setting up his little plan.  As he set it up, he talked about it.

First off, he had a VW bug, one of the small vintage ones, not one of those modern bubble ones, so he had plenty of room to back it up in the alley.  Once backed in place, he popped the hood … I mean the trunk.  I can never get over those cars with their trunk in the front.  He pulled out a large canvas … I mean real large.  It looked like a painters dropcloth for an entire room.   He went to the front of the alley and attached one side of the dropcloth to one side of the alley up near the top of the building, then attached the other side to the other side, also kind of high up.  He had used a trash can and a box to get it as high as he wanted, and the whole time he was talking about the history of movies, and black-and-white films and alot of other stuff like that.  Well, Once the cloth was in place, he hurried back to the car and brought out a boom box, and set it on the trash can that he had put to one side in the alley, almost like setting a stage.  Rushing back to the car, he flipped on the headlights, then went over to the boom box.  As he turned on the music, he bowed low and offered out his hand for a dance.  An old, somewhat familiar waltz came on, and I courtsied.  We approached each other and started to dance.  The hazy bright glow from the headlights reflected back from the canvas filled the sky with an ethereal light, making this dirty back alley come to life and become our own magical world.  One song after another filled the air, each song a different genre … there were tangos, salsas, rock, country, jazz and hip-hop … all the songs seemed familiar, but not quite what I was used to.  That didn’t matter - we danced the evening away, and between songs Frank would do other little things he had prepared … one time he brought out a small chair that he sat near the trash can.  Another time he brought out a wine bottle and two wine glasses.  As the evening wore on, I noticed between songs murmers and voices from the other side of the canvas, and I started realizing that the other side could see our silhouettes as we danced … almost like old black-and-white movies, only in shadow form.  It all started piecing together what he was accomplishing.

By the last couple songs, our dancing was no longer about our own little world that Frank had magically created, but was about the show we were putting on for the hidden audience.   As the last song came to a close, Frank grabbed the chair, I grabbed the boom box, and we both ran back to his car.  We drove off out of the alley to the cheers of dozens of onlookers, leaving that magical canvas and alley behind.

Lovemaking that night was so beautiful.

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