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Anjou - 1
by MrMortonMorton (mrmortonmorton@yahoo.com)

***

Anjou's employer refuses to promote her until she gets 
a 'proper fucking', so Anjou begins her lessons of 
life, sex, and much more. (MMF, exh, oral, anal, rom)

***

CHAPTER 1 

I still don't know whether I'm grateful, angry, 
confused, fulfilled, relieved, and the list goes on and 
on. Maybe you can write back to me and give me some 
feedback to help me sort out my feelings. 

In the meantime, here is how it all began: I was 
unhappily married to Mike, an attorney who was quickly 
moving towards his goal of full partner. We met as 
seniors while at Berkeley and Mike went on to law 
school and I completed my Masters in Art History with a 
concentration in the history of costume design. 

When we began our relationship and even throughout 
Mike's law school and my grad school, we had many 
friends; dinner parties, tennis club and country (golf) 
club engagements, and generally a very active social 
calendar. Mike just loved golf and we joined the 
country club when Mike was in law school because he 
thought it would be good for him to meet, greet and 
entertain friends and potential new clients when he 
began his practice as an attorney. 

Both of our families were more then comfortable so 
there was always enough money and neither of us had to 
struggle or work our way through... to this day I don't 
know whether that was a blessing or a curse. At any 
rate, we married when we both finished Grad school. 
Mike was recruited straight out of law school by a 
prominent Bay Area law firm (with a little help from 
his family) and became an associate when he passed the 
Bar on his first try. 

Everyone was elated. Although Mike was never a great 
lover from the outset, I truly cared for him and was 
willing to overlook some minor incompatibilities 
because all other aspects of our relationship seemed to 
mesh so well. Our families even got along and both 
sides approved of the union which meant a great deal to 
me. 

As time went on, I volunteered with a local amateur 
theater company, consulting on costume design to occupy 
my ever increasing loneliness. Mike was putting in 
nearly 80 hours a week and sometimes slept over at the 
office. I understood and tried to be as supportive as I 
was able to muster, but I must admit that was a poor 
actress and didn't hide my feelings well. 

I felt abandoned and said so... mistake #1. No, I was 
not willing to get pregnant so that my time would be 
occupied... mistake #2. Nor was I willing to become a 
lonely sole parent with a workaholic husband who didn't 
know his own child. 

I tried the ladies who lunch social scene, along with 
memberships in all the prominent clubs and joined many 
fund raising committees... and I loathed every moment 
of it. Most of the women on that circuit were blue 
haired old biddies who plaintively cackled about their 
incompetent household help and the concerns regarding 
to whom they would leave their amassed estates. I hated 
it. So I confided in an acquaintance from the theatre 
company who appeared 'normal' to me. 

Valerie, that was her name, had a friend who owned a 
fashion company and he needed an executive assistant 
with a fine arts background. Valerie was probably near 
my age (27) and was obviously well educated. She and I 
were quite similar in our appearance, both about 5'9", 
both blond, both shapely and both athletic. I'm sure we 
could have shared our wardrobe if we had similar taste. 

I wore a size 4 dress to cover my 34C's and 37 ½" hips 
and I don't really know exactly what my waist measured 
but I was slim and fit from playing tennis almost daily 
now. Although I was quite demure in my approach to my 
attire when acting the role of socialite, I was one or 
two notches below blatantly sexy yet always 
sophisticated when I attended the theatre company. Not 
only did I enjoy feeling sexy, but the stolen glances 
and at times, latent stares, lubed my libido; not to 
mention the positive feedback from my confidant, 
Valerie. 

And so it was that Valerie called her associate on her 
cell and made a comfortable luncheon appointment for 
the three of us this very day. I did ask Valerie how 
she knew Mr. Benjamin, but somehow we were distracted 
and never did come back to that topic.

"Mr. Benjamin, I'd like to present my friend Anjou 
LaTourette" as Valerie and I rose to greet Mr. Benjamin 
I wondered why she was so formal in her introduction.

Br. Benjamin was probably in his mid to late 50's with 
well groomed grey temples and mostly salt and pepper 
hair on top with little hair loss. He appeared to be a 
healthy, fit gentleman of about 6'2", and well tanned 
with a swarthy complexion. He was not handsome but was 
boldly striking; it was evident he was the boss before 
he ever spoke. 

Yet, when we sat down to get to know one another; he 
also, strangely at the same time despite his deep basso 
profundo voice, appeared to be boyish. I do know one 
thing for certain, I was glad I put my panties on today 
because my garter alone would not have been proper; I 
was wet between my legs. How strange, I thought... I 
was 27 and this gentleman was in his 50's... the old 
enough to be my father cliché... and I was turned on; 
well, no matter.

Ultimately I consented to a three month assignment with 
the agreement that if the assignment worked out and we 
were both comfortable with one another and satisfied 
with our working relationship, that we would re-
negotiate and make this a more permanent arrangement. 
And we were, and we did and I joined the executive 
staff as Senior Director of Art History. 

The company was much larger then I thought and had 
several divisions. I became impressed with Mr. 
Benjamin's ability to appear so personable and present 
with each and every individual he encountered. He 
certainly made me feel as though he cared that I worked 
for him, in his organization.

And then the divorce came. Michael sat me down. 
Although he still loved me, he was not willing to alter 
his work goals; he wanted children. He had a 
girlfriend. He offered me a check for two million 
dollars if I would consent to an annulment. I took it.


CHAPTER 2

Perhaps it was three months later, I'd been on the job 
a total of about nine months and Mr. 'B' called me in. 
I had done well in the short time I'd been with the 
firm and gained the respect and support of my 
colleagues. There had never been an Art Historian in 
the firm and at first I was looked upon with 
skepticism. As time passed, however, my presentations 
to the design teams became much anticipated events and 
they, including the art directors and creative 
directors for each division, looked to me for direction 
and leadership. I was quite proud that I had found a 
well paying position outside of stuffy academia.

"Is everything OK?" he queried "You seem to have shed 
some baggage and taken on some other stresses in the 
past few months". Observant I had to admit to myself.

"Well, yes," I paused. "I have," I admitted. "I mean, 
I've divorced and..." 

"Oh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I just wanted to see 
if you would be fit for a challenging assignment I had 
in mind for you. If now is not a good time for..." 

"Wow, Mister!" I interrupted, putting my hand in front 
of my chest in the stop position! "I'm up for any 
challenge you throw at me! I'm actually happy I 
divorced and I'm itching for something into which I can 
sink my teeth."

He chuckled. "Why not 'something I can sink my teeth 
into? I know in academia you might eliminate the 
preposition from the end if the sentence, but this is 
the fast and loose fashion world. You are potentially a 
big talent. You have the education in the arts, art 
history, costume history, fashion history. You have a 
natural flair for this business." 

He continued, "My big challenge with you is to remove 
the prim and proper stick from your ass and shove it up 
your cunt and send you into orgasmic orbit."

I was shocked. No one ever spoke to me that way before.

"Your mouth is open. You're gonna catch flies."

Tears were leaking out of my eyes, I couldn't help it. 
I closed my mouth and could feel my blushed face. I 
couldn't speak yet.

"Instead of this assignment, I think I'd like for you 
to take a vacation alone in Italy and find a romantic 
Italian..."

"You said cunt!" I spoke.

"Yeah, I said cunt... find a romantic Italian and get 
fucked until you orgasm endlessly... and then come back 
to work" He finished and I had missed the first part.

"What was the first part of 'find a romantic Italian'?" 
I needed to know what he said.

"What I said was that you need a really good fucking. 
The kind of fucking that sends you into orbit. The kind 
of fucking where your orgasm doesn't really stop until 
you're finished with your love making session which 
might last for hours or all night. That's what I said."

"Oh." I was dumbfounded. Should I sue? Cunt, fucking, 
orgasm, a stick up my ass!

"What is the assignment?" I wanted to know what he was 
threatening to take away from me.

"A new division, bridge to couture, with you as 
president; but not until..."

"I want it. I'm ready for it. I have..." he interrupted 
me again.

"You can't have it. You can't have it until I know 
you've been properly fucked."

"How would you know?" How could he know when I've been 
'properly fucked' as he calls it.

He took some time to construct his answer. He was 
wearing a sardonic grin on his face. Almost chuckling 
but no sound.

"Anjou, how was sex with your husband?"

I felt humiliated yet I also felt compelled to answer, 
"Unsatisfying."

"That's it? Just unsatisfying? How about before your 
husband?"

"I was not that experienced when we got together." This 
fucker is probing too personally, yet I feel mesmerized 
to answer.

"Anjou, have you ever had an orgasm during sex with a 
man?" He was asking this softly and kindly.

"I've felt tingling all over."

"Anjou. You have never had an orgasm with a man during 
sex." He made a matter of fact statement.

"I cannot give you a division presidency until you have 
been properly fucked. Go on vacation. Go to Europe. Let 
your hair down so to speak, and find a lover if just 
for one night, and get really fucked. Then, we will 
give you a division."

I walked out of his office dazed with tears streaming 
down my face. I was wearing a pastel mint cashmere 
sweater which now had black mascara smears. My nipples 
were erect. My crotch was wet and would have been 
dripping if not for my panties.


CHAPTER 3

It rang in my ears; over and over. "I cannot give you a 
division presidency until you have been properly 
fucked." And he was so right. I'd never been properly 
fucked. I had a college freshman boyfriend when I was a 
junior in high school and he squirted his load no 
sooner then he'd put it in me; I'd given him my 
virginity and he never called me again. 

As a freshman in college I had a tall, handsome 
boyfriend starting around the end of January. We slept 
together from time to time but he was 'small'. I took 
my sophomore year off from boys. I met Mike in my 
junior year and fell in love, I thought. 

I guess he had an average dick but he always wanted me 
to give him head, which he said I did really well. He 
never ate me out and when we made love, he never really 
spent much time other then getting me wet enough to 
stick it in and when he was ready to cum, he'd push a 
little harder and his cock would get a little bigger 
and squirt into a condom, and that was it. 

I raged back and forth in my own mind from wanting to 
sue that S.O.B. to knowing in my heart of hearts that 
he was right; I've never been properly fucked. I 
showered and shaved carefully, not just my legs, but my 
bush to, so I was trimmed and oiled and raring to go!

I went and got an hour and a half massage at the health 
club with the male masseur and insisted on no covering. 
Even though he was gay, he did his job well and after 
teasing my nipples to painful erection brought me to 
orgasm with his fingers. Then I went to Union Street 
and bought a dress. 

It was Friday and I was bound and determined to get 
properly fucked this weekend and get my division Monday 
morning! I called the concierge at the Clift Hotel and 
tried to make a reservation for tonight at The Redwood 
Room, but she said it was impossible, it was booked 
solid. I was not willing to be denied so I booked a 
room at the hotel for the night... the only thing 
available was a suite at $900 per night plus tax, two 
night minimum. 

I packed for two nights and taxied over to the Clift. 
The Redwood Room was packed when I made my grand 
entrance at about 10 PM, but I felt quite confident as 
I perused the room checking out the competition. I'd 
bought a front and back low cut black dress I was able 
to proudly sport with no bra which ended six or seven 
inches above my knee. I'd also purchased lacy black 
thongs which were really just a triangle patch. No 
hose. Strappy 4" heels, Manolo Blahnik. I strode 
towards the bar.

Funny how I checked out the competition as I entered 
and every male eye in the room did the same for me. And 
I was right because I felt like Moses as there was a 
parting of the crowd to allow me to move towards the 
bar. Until Yanik that is. "My I get you a drink Madame? 
My name is Yanik."

"Yes, thank you Yanik, I'd like a white wine spritzer." 
I guessed he was 6'6" as I stood about 6'1" with my 
heels. His friend Boris was more likely 6'8". They were 
both blond and both ruggedly handsome. Both were 
doctors who had emigrated from Moscow and were now 
licensed to work in California. Both had Russian 
accents. Yanik was a radiologist and Boris was a 
pediatric anesthesiologist. 

We made small talk for about ten minutes until I felt 
my juices begin to flow. "Gentlemen, I would very much 
like to invite both of you to my suite. I would like to 
be properly fucked by each of you. I will insist on a 
lot of foreplay before sex." 

They were shocked and looked at each other for a moment 
and then me, and we all burst out laughing. I laced one 
arm through each of theirs and we walked out three 
abreast. As we were leaving the bar Boris asked "do you 
have condoms and lube?"

"No, I didn't think of that! Damn."

"I will go across the street to the Walgreens," Boris 
replied.

"Here, you'll need this to get back in. 1401," I gave 
him my room key and Yanik and I continued to the 
elevators.

"How will we..." Yanik was concerned about getting into 
the room.

"They gave me two when I checked in."

As we made our way into the living room Yanik whistled. 
"Are you rich? When Boris and I go to conferences we 
share a small room with two beds and we are both 
doctors." 

I had to laugh. "Well I'm comfortable, but I had a goal 
in mind for this weekend which I have already shared 
with you and Boris and this was the only room available 
at this hotel, so I took it."

I was dying to strip off my dress and have Yanik suckle 
my breasts but I thought it unfair to his friend to 
start the festivities without him so I waited, as 
difficult as that was becoming.

"You say this weekend, not just tonight?" Yanik's eyes 
lit up with the prospect of more than a one night 
stand... an all weekend tryst!

I chuckled coyly, "Well that depends on how well you 
two can properly fuck me."

I picked up the telephone and dialed room service and 
ordered a bottle of white wine, a bucket of ice, a 
large bottle of club soda, and three glasses. The boys 
had been nursing beers downstairs so I knew the mini-
bar would have their refill. I turned on the stereo and 
handed the music guide, which also contained the adult 
movies to Yanik. He read through the entire guide quite 
quickly, I was impressed and simply said "322." As I 
turned to pick up the phone I asked "What is it?" to 
which he replied with a smile "Its time for YOU to be 
surprised." So I ordered the DVD.

Boris finally arrived and knocked lightly on the door. 
I walked over and opened it and said "finally" and gave 
him a big hug and kiss. As Boris walked into the room 
and closed the door I turned to both men and grabbed 
the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head. "I 
didn't want to start the party without both of you 
present," I smiled. They smiled and in unison cat 
whistled at me. 

"Thanks for waiting for me." Boris began. "Here are the 
goodies I got us for 'the party'." He began to remove 
the articles he'd purchased from the small white 
plastic bag with the Walgreens logo. "Here is the 
Astroglide, the KY, the flavored extra large condoms, 
and the box of flavored dental dams and massage oil."

By now both boys had begun to shed their clothes and 
throw them on the chair. I was going to ask about the 
extra large condoms when Yanik removed his briefs... no 
need to ask. Flaccid, he was larger then any man I had 
ever had erect. By the time Boris removed his boxers he 
was already hardening but it was no small present. Both 
boys walked right up to me and claimed their own nipple 
with lips, tongue and teeth. 

I gasped as each massaged my tit with their hand while 
working over my nipple with their mouth. Neither was 
none to gentle and I was going to complain but then I 
could feel the direct connection between my 'cunt' as 
Mr. B would say, and my nipples. I just breathed it all 
in. That's when there was a knock at the door.

"Whose there?" I asked.

"Room service" muffled through the door came the 
response. I was starting to say just a minute to go and 
look for a robe in the bedroom closet, but since I 
still had my thong and my Manolo Blahnik's on and I was 
feeling really feisty, I was still dressed, so I opened 
the door. The boys saw what I was doing and sat in 
chairs immediately to hide their erections. The room 
service server was a woman of about my age, probably 
Latina, perhaps somewhat overweight but with a pleasant 
face. She took a quick look at the circumstances, 
smiled and said "Where shall I put the tray?" Obviously 
practiced in hotel diplomacy.

"There is fine," I pointed. "Shall I leave you with the 
corkscrew, or would you care for me to open the 
bottle?" I couldn't pass up the line and I didn't know 
whether she was being my straight man on purpose or not 
but I responded "I don't think I'll have any problem 
this evening with the screw part as I have two, but you 
my go ahead and open my bottle." 

To which she replied, and I now knew she had played 
this scene before "I'd be honored to come back later 
and clean up any mess. My name is Maria and I can be 
accessed through room service. I work until 2AM."

We, all four of us, got a good chuckle from that and I 
left a nice tip as I signed the tab. "I've left you a 
nice tip on the tab, maybe not the kind you had in mind 
but we'll see about cleaning up the mess later." The 
repartee was over and she left quickly. I made myself a 
spritzer and invited the boys to use the mini bar for 
their beers.

I wanted dick. So I kneeled in front of Yanik and began 
sucking. His pre-cum had already begun to lubricate the 
eye of his cock and I liked the taste. It didn't take 
long for me to get his flagpole back to upright and 
now, for the first time I was able to see it in all its 
glory and I was in shock and awe, just like the 
President wanted Saddam to be. Yanik's erect prick was 
most likely nine inches long and thicker than I 
imagined a good cock would get. 

The President would be jealous. I crawled on my knees 
from Yanik to Boris and began to suck Boris to 
attention as well when there was another knock on the 
door. This must be the video, I thought. This time I 
just walked right to the door and flung it open. The 
young man delivering the video was wearing a suit and 
had a badge which said Asst. Manager and his name. 

"Devon!" I squealed as I threw my arms around him and 
just about pulled him into the room.

"I saw your name and decided to relieve room service of 
this delivery and handle it myself." Devon was an art 
history major who graduated with honors with my 
class... and I had lost track. And he was definitely 
gay.

"You look wonderful Anjou! Great tits anyway."

"Really."

I grabbed his other hand, the one not carrying the DVD 
and placed it on my tit.

"If I ever decide to try girls Anjou, if you're still 
available, and you'll still have me..."

We all laughed in unison including the boys. Their 
erections were not lost on Devon. 

"OK, Anjou, it was really great to see you and I also 
see you are doing to these boys what I would like to be 
doing to these boys... so I guess I shouldn't keep 
you." Devon knew how to speak in the gayest way when he 
wanted.

"Shall I insert this for you or would you like to put 
it in yourself?" He said with innuendo looking me in 
the eye.

Boris stood and Devon just about fainted. Boris had not 
lost his erection and he was even larger then Yanik. At 
6'8" with a massive flagpole sticking out, he was truly 
impressive. "Perhaps you should show me where and how 
to insert it, and when I'm ready, I will." Boris said 
to Devon.

"I should only be so lucky," Devon Replied.

"You never know, maybe you will be..." Boris assured 
Devon in his thick Russian accent.

"If that happens this room will be comped for the 
weekend." Devon really wanted to get fucked by that 
monster dick.

"I guess we'll see," Boris replied. Devon inserted the 
DVD and hit play, turned on his heel, headed for the 
door and winked at Boris as he exited.

"Oh, I love fucking faggots. I don't think you will pay 
for this room this weekend!" Anjou was at least curious 
about that exchange but had a goal... to get properly 
fucked so she went back to her knees in front of Boris.

And properly fucked Anjou was. First Yanik ate Anjou to 
orgasm while inserting one finger into her vagina to 
stimulate her G spot. Then Boris used a dental dam to 
lick Anjou to her first ever anally induced orgasm. 
Boris alternated between applying generous dollops of 
KY to his condom covered finger and inserting the probe 
into Anjou's virgin asshole while licking or digitally 
stimulating her clit, and using his tongue covered by 
the dental dam to eat her asshole. She had her second 
shattering orgasm. 

Over the next hour, Yanik fucked her with his 9-incher, 
while Boris stuffed his enormous meat down Anjou's 
throat. Although Anjou cried at the rough treatment 
that Boris was using to face fuck her, and the enormous 
stretch and cervix pounding Yanik was providing, she 
managed to swallow a lot of Boris' prick and the boys 
rewarded her with massive eruptions in her pussy and 
mouth. 

Anjou had given blowjobs before where the boy came in 
her mouth where she was in control, but she had never 
had sex of any type where she had to relinquish total 
control. It was frightening and exhilarating at the 
same time. Her vaginal orgasm was a first where she 
came from fucking. She was radiant. The boys were just 
warming up.

They rested; she drank some of her spritzer and lay 
down on her tummy. The boys poured some of the massage 
oil into their hands and began in unison at Anjou's 
feet. Neither Yanik nor Boris put oil on Anjou's toes, 
just her soles and the tops of her feet, and they 
carefully massaged the oil in and she moaned. Again in 
unison they worked up her ankles and calves giving a 
thorough feeling therapeutic style massage. Now more 
oil and onto her thighs, inside and out and Anjou began 
to leak fluid from her pussy. 

The boys noted their accomplishment and returned to her 
feet. Now they each lifted her leg flexed at the knee, 
and began sucking one toe at a time. She was out of her 
own control and under the aegis of two men. They had 
now made her into their rag doll to do with as they 
pleased. As Yanik moved around to offer his stiffing 
prick to Anjou's mouth, Boris covered a finger with a 
condom and coated it liberally with KY and began to 
work it into Anjou's asshole. 

She was much more relaxed and less resistant now then 
she was earlier. Boris adjusted the condom to 
accommodate his index and middle finger and with 
additional KY worked the duo into her ass.

Anjou spread her legs further apart to accommodate the 
increased invasion and the boys knowingly smiled at one 
another, she was almost ready. Anjou had only been 
tasting Yanik and now he forced more cock into her 
throat. She accepted what he gave. The boys changed 
positions; Yanik at Anjou's side and Boris offering his 
massive meat to her face. 

Yanik put on a condom and lubed it with KY and mounted 
Anjou form the rear with his knees between her thighs. 
Now Boris grabbed Anjou's head and began to force feed 
his massive member down her throat. She had at least 5" 
of his prick in her face. Yanik pushed at her back door 
and as Anjou tried to expel Boris from her mouth and 
escape the back door invasion, Yanik penetrated the 
head of his cock through the sphincter ring and stopped 
pushing.

"Yanik is going to fuck your ass. If you concentrate on 
relaxing all you muscles, and allow him in you will 
enjoy anal intercourse for the rest of your life. If 
you resist him and demand that he stop, we will leave. 
What do you want?" Boris was direct and knew Anjou 
wanted to be forced to submit, but would not rape her 
to accomplish the task.

"Go slow," Anjou managed.

Yanik continued to feed his entire 9 inch monster up 
Anjou's ass until she was writhing in pain and ecstasy. 
Soon the pain faded and her continuous orgasm trigger 
had been released. Now she knew what Mr. B wanted from 
her. 'Why do I have to think of him at a time like 
this?' she thought to herself. 

Soon Yanik rolled Anjou on top of him and Boris began 
the double penetration. This time instead of resisting 
Anjou decided to allow the feelings to overtake her and 
not resist. There was no point in wondering if Anjou 
achieved orgasm, it was just a matter of how long the 
men were able to hold out with Anjou's insides milking 
their organs like a farmer milks a cow's udder. They 
didn't last long and exploded. It was only 12:30.

"I want to fuck your friend so you don't have to pay 
for the room. I also want to make him fuck and suck you 
1st. And aside from the room charge, I want to fuck 
him. I want to top him."

"What does that mean, top him?" Anjou was unfamiliar 
with this terminology used to describe specific roles 
within sexual orientation classes.

"Ah, it means I want to be the man and he wants to play 
the role of pussy. His asshole is his pussy, his cunt. 
He wants to suck my prick and he wants me to fuck his 
pussy. I want to exercise my power and domination over 
him and I also want to humiliate him. I want to top 
him, which also makes him a bottom. I'm a top, he's a 
bottom."

"Oh. But aren't you a straight man?"

"Yes, mostly; but sexuality need not be so narrowly 
defined. I also like to fuck men who enjoy being fucked 
by a great big dick. I also like to suck dick and have 
a dick cum in my mouth, just like enjoying a pussy cum 
in my face. I also like to get fucked by a nice big 
dick one in a while; it puts me back in my place. I 
like sex. I am a sexual being. I mostly prefer women, 
but I like men too."

"Do you want me to call Devon? Do you want me to invite 
him up here?" Anjou was so relaxed and radiant; she 
wasn't going to try to figure any of this out right 
now. 

"Yes, but I'm going to prove to that sissy boy that he 
wants to suck you nipples, eat your pussy and fuck you 
before he gets it from me and my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Yes, don't we look like brothers?" 

"I guess so. But why do I have to fuck Devon if he 
doesn't want to fuck me?" 

"Because I don't think he knows he can have his cake 
and eat it too. I think the American culture is too 
extreme when it comes to human sexual expression. Many 
young men and women too, begin to feel that if they 
like other men that there is something wrong with them 
and they take on the label homosexual, gay, faggot, 
lesbian, dyke. Really many of these people would like 
to continue to have intimate sexual relations with both 
sexes but are pushed to extremes by the sexual politics 
of the society so they identify as one or another." 

Boris realized this was likely too much for Anjou for 
one night of lovemaking, but he saw a glimmer of her 
not only understanding what he was talking about but 
accepting it too. He wanted to befriend Anjou.

"That's a little too heavy for me tonight, but if you 
want Devon to give me pleasure, I'm all for it!" Anjou 
stretched out her limbs on the bed and exhaled. "Ok he 
can start by licking me from end to end until I tell 
him to stop."

"Your wish is my command my dear. Front desk please," 
Boris was speaking into the phone. "Hi I was trying to 
locate Devon, your Ass... Oh hi Devon, This is Boris 
with Anjou in 1401. You are invited right now to 
actualize your hearts desire... Ok we'll see you in 
five then."

"He's coming."

To be continued... 

1. What is a dental dam? 

The dental dam is a square piece of thin latex, much 
like the latex in condoms, that is used to prevent the 
transmission of sexually transmitted infections (STIs) 
when oral sex is performed on an anal or vaginal 
opening. When used, the dental dam is stretched across 
the anal opening or a woman's vagina to prevent 
exchange of bodily fluids. 

Unlike condoms, the dental dam itself is not 
lubricated, but using a water-based lubricant on the 
vagina/anal side of the dental dam may be useful in 
helping to keep it in place, and to increase sensation. 
Dental dams come in plain and flavored latex squares or 
a flavored water-based lubricant may be used to enhance 
the taste during oral sex. If you do not have a "dental 
dam", it is also possible to use plastic wrap, or a 
cut-open condom to cover the vulva or anus. 

Dental dams help to reduce the risk of HIV virus 
transmission during oral-vaginal and oral-anal sex, in 
addition to other diseases which can be transmitted 
from mouth to vagina/anus or vice-versa, including 
herpes and genital warts. 

How effective is a dental dam? 

When used properly, dams provide an effective barrier 
to the exchange of bodily fluids during oral sexual 
activity. Dental dams can significantly reduce the risk 
of coming in contact with a sexually transmitted 
infection, but are not 100%. Only abstinence is 100% 
effective. 

How much does it cost and where can I get one? 

Dental dams run from 50 cents to around $3 per dam, 
depending on size, color, flavor, etc. Buying a multi-
pack makes them cheaper. 

Since dental dams can be made out of condoms or latex 
gloves (or Saran Wrap), you can get the makings of one 
almost anywhere. If you are looking for the real thing 
though, they are pretty much only available at local 
erotic shops and online. Dental dams are not yet 
available in many drug stores or pharmacies. 

How to use a dental dam:

When using (or making) a dental dam be certain that the 
dam covers the entire vulva or anal opening and that it 
can be held at both edges. Be careful not to turn the 
dam inside-out during oral sex, as this defeats the 
purpose of not coming in contact with your partner's 
bodily fluids. Dental dams can also be used for oral-
anal and oral-vaginal sex by both men and women, to 
help prevent transmission of sexually transmitted 
infections. Finally, never re-use condoms or dental 
dams! 

To be continued...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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