From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mistress Part One Date: 26 May 1996 15:48:18 GMT Mistress Part One "I came just as he did that. My head was spinning and I knew I was too far gone to stop rubbing my clit, so I clenched my thighs around my hand and started grinding my bare ass into the seat until I felt the hot contractions of orgasm race through my cunt. "When it was over, I was a mess. There were beads of come still oozing out of my hole and seeping down my legs. The seat was so wet that I had to sit side-saddle to stay dry. Then the substitute teacher dismissed the class right after that, about fifteen minutes early. "As the kids filed out of class, I felt the teacher's eyes burning a hole in my dress, and he wasn't smiling at all. I was the last one out, and I was sort of hoping he would call me back for one reason or another. Instead, he followed me to the door and closed it after me. I was waiting outside the classroom, thinking about what I had just done, when I heard faint moans coming from the class. "I cracked the door open a tiny bit and looked in. The teacher was crouched beside my desk. His pants were bagged around his knees and he was holding his somewhat awesome prick in his hand, pumping himself furiously. He squeezed the hard rod just below the rim and rubbed its purplish smooth head along the edge of the chair. Oblivious to the world, he craned his neck like a contortionist to sniff the spot where I had creamed myself. "He threw back his shoulders, lifted his straining cock, and laced the desk and chair with a stream of white liquid that splattered almost halfway across the room. I'd never seen a guy who had that much spunk to unload, and I wanted to see him do it all over again. "I blushed and said, `Why sir, you must learn how to lock these doors.' I quickly locked the front and back doors and walked towards him. `Do you like my body, sir?' I asked teasingly. "He pushed me down on my desk and lifted my dress from behind. As my tits pressed against the gooey desk-top, he let his pants fall open and tried to shaft me from the rear, but he couldn't get it up. The guy had just shot enough cream to fill a glass and I don't think he was very pleased with his timing. Just as his cock turned to hard rubber again,the bell rang. " * * * Barbara's sorority years were flecked with minor flashing incidents, though she restrained herself to one or two "outings" per year. In her final year of college, the streaking fad swept through her campus and Barbara was a front runner, but she found little satisfaction in this spectator sport. For Barbara, exposing one's private parts in a public place is a private affair, a one-on-one encounter. It is easy to draw a parallel between Barbara's deviant behavior and the antics of a male flasher, but the motivation is sightly different. At a gut level, the male exhibitionist displays his naked body in an attempt to convey this message unconsciously: "Reassure me that I have a penis by reacting to the sight of it. Reassure me that you are afraid of my penis, that is that you fear me; then I do not need to be afraid of myself." Hence, it has been argued, the typical exhibitionist is also a practicing voyeur because he hopes to witness, by exposing his genitals, a show of emotion in his victim whether that emotion be corresponding pleasure, shock, or confusion. In Barbara's case,the reassurance sought is positive only. Her desires are, strictly speaking, not so much a deviation from the norm as a flamboyant way of expressing what most females wish to express. What Barbara shares with her male counterparts is a definite lack of discretion. She is an incorrigible flasher, and nothing will stop her from doing what comes naturally to her. * * * "By the time I was twenty, 1 realized how much pleasure I felt by showing my charms to a strange man," she said. "Fortunately I was living with Art, the only man I ever really loved, and his love kept me pacified for a long while. Then, when he jilted me to pursue a former girlfriend, I was shattered. "Almost immediately I reverted back to my old tricks. I used to spend hours in front of the mirror, playing with my hot love box and stretching it every which way. I was becoming desperate and I knew it. "There was a tall gawky kid working in my office as a gopher, not much to look at, but obviously well-hung and ready. He was a cretin, so I figured I could shock the pants off him and nobody would believe him if he decided to tell. "Sure enough, I caught him poring over a copy of Penthouse in the back room. He was so enthralled by the glossy photos that he didn't notice me. I sat on the order desk. pulled my skirt up, and yanked my panties to the side. `Yoo-hoo,' I called, `look at me. Do you think my cunt is nice enough to be in a magazine?' "Well, that really did it! The gopher took one look at my hanging cuntlips and almost fainted. He became very red in the face and his tongue slobbered outside his mouth. I figured that mine was probably the first `live' cunt this gopher had ever seen, and the thought brought me closer to a shivering climax. "I kept rubbing myself and getting hotter. I knew the guy was too shy to try anything, so he was the perfect audience and I was hoping the moment would never end. I looked around for something to ease up my pussy, but there was no time for delay and I let my cunt explode in one or two hot flushes. "As I lay on the desk to catch my breath, the bastard snuck up on me. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my thighs. He parted them with his clumsy, clammy hands and dropped to his knees. His nose was about six inches from my throbbing pussy, yet he made no attempt to bury his mouth in it. "Relishing each moment, I pretended to be giving myself a thorough vaginal examination. I stretched the lips of my cunt wide open and probed the inner folds with my pinky. By this time. the gopher was cooing like a baby and rubbing his stubbly cheek on my thigh. "When I'd finished inspecting myself, the dewy moisture was all over my pubes. I pretended to discover the joy of touching my clitoris, as if it were the first time. With wild abandon, I let out a few obscene grunts as I came off right against the guy's chin. "After that time the gopher avoided me like the plague, but he had a kind of permanent smile on his mug whenever I saw him. "When I visited the therapist last year to find out why it was becoming very difficult for me to reach orgasm with my new boyfriend, the doctor put me under analysis and I told him the whole story. The doctor suggested I wear more conservative clothing which has helped helped, but just the fact the fact that I see him regularly to report my progress has curbed my kinky urges." * * * Barbara's case is far from unique. There are millions of female exhibitionists stalking our cities, but you have to keep your eyes peeled and remember the flasher's motto : "Now you see it, now you don't." * * * "But while my kinky urges are curbed; they're not entirely _under control_. I still rarely wear panties and often find myself unconsciously spreading my knees on busses and park benches. But I'm trying." From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mistress Part 2 Date: 26 May 1996 15:49:32 GMT Mistress Part Two Don R. was a wealthy executive with a wife and three children. His wife had asthma and spent a good part of the year with the children in the southwest, so he was alone much of the time. He was intelligent, wealthy - and a spectacular lover. * * * "I met Don on the train into New York City one day," Alison explains. "I knew him by reputation and sight, although we'd never met. After talking to him for forty-five minutes on the train, I knew that he was just the man I was after. I found him very attractive physically, and I guess he felt the same way, because before the train rolled into New York we were sitting with our thighs glued together, and he kept staring into my eyes and forgetting what he was saying. "We met later that same day for lunch, and after lunch we agreed to meet the following Thursday. As it turned out, Don had an apartment which he kept in Manhattan because he had to be in the city so much and he often slept over... We agreed to meet at his apartment. I had reasons for wanting to postpone things a little, to make him wait so that he'd appreciate it more. but I spent most of the two days before that Thursday masturbating. I wanted him so badly that it was like I had this dull ache in the pit of my stomach. "When I got to his apartment that day, Don was already waiting for me - wearing his dressing gown and nothing else. I took off my coat and Don fixed me a drink. I had on a very low-cut clinging dress without a bra, and I took every opportunity to bend over and let him enjoy the view. My nipples were fully erect and my breasts arc still my best feature, still as firm as they were when I was eighteen, so L was pretty sure that he'd enjoy what he was seeing. "We didn't get more than halfway through our drinks. Don kept eyeing my breasts, and a couple of times when his dressing gown fell open I caught a glimpse of his cock, which was very thick and almost fully erect. The first kiss was a real dazzler. I knew immediately that this man was an accomplished lover. His hand slipped down underneath my dress and began fondling! my breasts, and his touch almost touch almost took my breath away. "All his movements were so gentle. He was so sure of himself. so knowing. He was the first man I'd ever been with who didn't make me feel like my breasts were grapefruit in the supermarket. "And his cock! It was so much nicer than those of the younger men I had been with. It felt so thick and solid when I touched it. The head was beautiful, very round and pink and inviting. I hadn't planned to, but I went down on him immediately. I have always been told that I give very good head, so I wanted to show him that I could do it better than anyone he'd ever been with. The thing was, going down on him was so good for me. It made me feel just perfect. having his cock inside me, feeling it deep inside my throat with every stroke as I worked on it with my hands, sucking him and licking him,completely happy as he leaned back and tangled his fingers in my hair and begged me never to stop. "1 quickly realized that he was going to come, and I desperately wanted him inside me, but it was too good to quit. I began sucking harder, cupping his balls gently in my hand and finally inserting my little finger in his anus as I felt him start to come. The hot sperm flooded my throat, and I opened wide to take him down as far as I could as I gulped one full swallow of his come after another "When it was over and I pulled my mouth away. I looked up to see him still leaning back with his eyes closed. He told me then that I was the best, and1 think he meant it. "We made love for two more hours that day. The first time he took me, with me on my hands and knees on the carpet, I knew that he could fill me as no other man ever had. He began fucking me so slowly, drawing it out, teasing me by pulling his prick out almost all the way and leaving it there while his knowingly fingers toys with my clit and then easing his prick back in so slowly that I "As lovers, we're perfectly attuned to one another. For the first time in my life, 1'm fulfilled sexually. But there's a lot more in it for me than just that. Don is very generous with the little gifts that can change a woman's life - the things my husband never has money for, like jewelry, fur coats, nice dresses. Luckily my husband is so dumb he either doesn't notice at all or he accepts it if I explain that I got these things on sale out of my savings. "As far as I'm concerned, every woman should be some man's mistress if she can swing it. It's a great way to get over the boredom of marriage." * * * Alison's attitude is fairly typical of the thousands of married women who now find that they're happier if they're the mistress. of another man. And because of her attitude, Alison makes a perfect mistress. Her "sugar daddy" knows that she is getting all she wants from him. She isn't demanding that he divorce his wife, or commit himself to a long-term emotional relationship. She offers good, steady sex , classy companionship,a break from the routine. All for a cost, which of course varies from mistress to mistress. Some want nothing more than the chance to get away from it all and perform for another man for a few hour's a week. But most expect something, ranging from little gifts that Alison receives to regular payments made directly to a personal bank account. For men who can afford it. however, it's the perfect relationship. * * * Rex D., for example, is an insurance executive with a more than ample salary. He is married, with one child. And, he admits, he loves his wife. But he's never been able to accept sexual monogamy as a lifestyle. After several unsatisfactory solutions including an affair with his wife's sister left him frustrated, Rex met a married woman at a party one night. Within a month he had set up a luxurious apartment for her within walking distance from his office. Her husband was away a lot on business trips, and when he was gone she would stay in the apartment for two or three days at a time. Among other factors, Rex says he gets a little extra satisfaction from the arrangement because she is married. * * * "Let's face it," he says, "for every guy, it's a kind of a turn-on if you can make it with another man's wife. It's like she's saying you've got something he doesn't, and of course there's the excitement of doing something forbidden. You're not taking the risks you take with a prostitute, the worst of which is that she won't satisfy you at all. "And having a mistress like this is a lot better than getting involved in some crazy kind of affair, where you have your emotions at stake and where things tend to get very crazy. You have to make up your mind , at some point in every affair, as to whether or not you'd leave your wife for this woman with a married mistress; at least in my case, there's no question of dissolving either marriage. I've picked up some nice stocks and bonds for her, so she's very happy. She doesn't want more than that from me. And I get everything I want from her. "The biggest thing I wanted out of this was variety. My wife is what I've always called the earthy type. She's short, with enormous breasts, a little heavy in the hips. She's a great lay, but after you've been bouncing on the same body for so long, you get to wanting something different. "That's what Midge is for me. She's blonde, while my wife has black hair. She's tall, with gorgeous legs and a pert little ass. And she's absolutely mad about fucking, whereas my wife can take it or leave it most of the time. "The first couple of times I went with Midge, the sex was pretty ordinary, mostly because I was kind of nervous. She was really beautiful, and a hell of a lot younger than I am, and she was very aggressive. Like she'd just look me in the eye and say, "Fuck me," and I'd get all nervous and sort of embarrassed. "Then her husband went out of town and we got to spend the evening together. I took her out to dinner, and we had drinks and wine, and then we went to a discotheque and drank some more, and finally we went back to the apartment and had a double nightcap. "By that time I was pretty well plowed. She put on some music and started taking off her clothes for me, doing a real bump and grind. Once she got down to her panties she came over and knelt down in front of me and took my cock out and started to rubbing it over her nipples." From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mistress Part 3 Date: 26 May 1996 15:50:09 GMT Mistress Part Three "Then she just lay down in front of me and whipped her panties off and started fingering her clit. She was holding herself wide open with one hand and touching herself with the other, something had never seen a woman do in my life. What she was doing made me feel uninhibited enough to jerk off, which I'd never been able to do in front of a woman before. "By the time I got my clothes off we were both as horny as rabbits. We did make it as far as the bed, though, which I had wanted to do because I'd equipped the room with half a dozen mirrors, including a giant mirror on the ceiling, and I wanted to be able to see what was going on. "She had me lie down on the bed and went down on me. I watched in stereo - because I had a perfect view from the mirrors on either side I could watch her beautiful, wide mouth sliding up and down my cock and I I had a clear view of her playing with her breasts and her cunt as she sucked me. "Then she climbed up on top. Midge showed me then that she really knew how to take charge. She rubbed my prick up and down through the cleft in her buttocks, and then used it like a vibrator, rubbing it against her clit. Finally she held she lips of her pussy wide open and sat down on my cock, slowly, and then bent down to rub her nipples on my chest. That gave me a perfect view in the overhead mirror of her round ass poised over me. "We switched positions and she lay flat on her stomach with her legs wide apart. As soon as I got inside her, her buttocks tensed and I felt her coming again. She reached down between her legs to play with my balls, and the combination of her touch on my balls and my prostate and the incredible massage my groin was getting from her ass was too much. "I rammed her down hard on the bed and started coming, pumping my sperm into her with a vengeance as she begged me to keep on fucking. I felt her starting one last climax as mine finished, so I kept on pumping until she was finished too. "Since that night I've been a lot more relaxed, and we've turned into great lovers. The only thing is that when her husband is out of town I wear myself out to the point where I'm not much good at the office. But I've lost fifteen pounds that I needed to lose. and I'm living like I never lived before. I'm taking good care of Midge, and she's taking good care of me. Isn't that what relationships between men and women are all about?" The End