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The Newest Inductees to The Match Book Club – Two MILFS and a Daughter
We have a very special treat for all of you today. Not one, not two, but three inductees to The Match Book Club.
First, we have Lisa-Anne. A beautiful MILF, twice divorced with two kids. A son in his twenties and a daughter who is a preteen. Lisa-Anne just loves to be admired and complimented. She also loves a good, smutty read. You can find more of Lisa-Anne HERE.
Lisa-Anne gets her reading materials ready
The beautiful Lisa-Anne
Lisa-Anne getting off after reading Match, Cinder & Spark
Lisa-Anne loves Lo
Lisa-Anne quick selfie
Lovely Lisa-Anne and Match, Cinder & Spark
A double or triple feature: We have the lovely, 51 year old MILF, who goes by Tinkergirlmilf, and her 21 year old daughter, Bunny. The two of them play together. Bunny is in college and apparently loves to read mommy’s dirty books – together with mommy! Mommy is dedicated to her daughter, so much so that she made a loyalfans and onlyfans account in order to raise money to pay her daughter’s tuition. Bunny doesn’t think that mom should shoulder all that on her own and so, to help raise funds for her education, Bunny joins in on occasion. You can imagine how the tuition dollars go up when she does! Don’t you want to cumtribute to their joint account?
TinkergirlMILF and her daughter Bunny read Match, Cinder & Spark together
Mom & Daughter together reading Match, Cinder & Spark
Daughter Bunny stole Mom’s Match, Cinder & Spark
Hey Bunny, some help please!
Mom and Daughter show their love for each other after reading Match, Cinder & Spark
“Bunny, do you like my shaved pussy and thong?”
Mother’s Day gift from Bunny
“Daughter, will you tell me if my princess plug is all the way in?”
Masochistic Masturbatory Melee
At the party
Masochistic Masturbatory Melee – Off the Record with ‘S’ Continued
Lola had to take a break and pull out her Magic Wand after the last segment of the interview was over. Something about it got her engine revving and that, in turn, meant that Mr. Hitachi’s engine was also buzzing away. I found her there, in the bed, naked, her computer to one side, her legs up in the air, bent at the knees, her right hand holding the giant white instrument between her legs. But, unlike her usual use of the upside-down white ice cream cone, where she just applies it to her sopping pussy, this time she was using it like a cudgel. She was violently pounding the bulbous head of the thing against her pussy as if hammering a nail home. It was vibrating, but, so it seemed to me, her sexual stimulation was from the repeated strikes of force. I feared she was going to bruise her lovely, delicate labia. Instead of bright pink, they’d be violet and mauve! I stood in awe of this masochistic masturbatory melee until, as if breaking down the wall of a dike, she suddenly sprung a huge leak and she pressed the spherical bulb of the vibrator against her gushing pussy as if to stop the broken dam. But her blocking the source of the river only caused it to flood more until she finally ran out of energy and the mysterious fountain of youth went temporarily dry.
She was panting in bed and I slowly slid in next to her.
“What was that?” I asked in a whisper.
“What was what?” she asked, her pupils still dilated.
“The new pounding technique with your slick sledgehammer there.”
“Punishment.”
“Punishment? For what?”
“For liking what I shouldn’t.”
It was then that she passed me her computer to read the “off the record” part of the interview.
“I don’t think we can post this,” I said.
“No, we can’t. It’s off the record,” she said, as she slowly returned to the land of the living.
“I meant, it’s – well, it’s. . .” I was searching for the words.
“A touchy subject?” Lo suggested.
“To say the least.”
“You should hear what else she told me.”
“I’ve got time.”
It was Saturday and I was still in my pajamas. Lo turned toward me, her breasts seeming to demand my attention.
“Well,” she began, “I couldn’t transcribe the story fast enough.”
“Because you were typing with one hand?”
“Daddy. Please.”
“So, I’m right.”
“Do you want to hear her story or not?”
“You have me – a captive audience.”
She grabbed me by the balls and said, “Very captive.”
“Stroke my cock as you tell me the story and I’ll be completely captivated.”
She complied.
Here’s the gist of the story.
The events of the ‘boys being boys in the basement’ had happened toward the end of the school year. Then it was summer vacation and S has an inground pool that kids who are too old for high school but too young (and rich) for a summer job congregate to on hot days. The added benefit of seeing S suntanning by the pool was certainly an incentive for those young, horny boys to flock to her house and do belly flops and cannon balls into the cool, blue pool in a pathetic, but cute attempt to get her attention.
Though the boys came by regularly and there were a lot of scenes which S could describe for your lurid and prurient entertainment, three days of the summer stand out as extra perverse.
The first was Memorial Day. S and her husband, let’s call him Dale, threw a party for their friends, neighbors, and their son’s friends, as well as the kids’ parents. Dale was very excited to man the grill on the backyard patio while his guests enjoy the pool and other amenities. S and Dale live in the southern U.S. and, though Memorial Day is in May, it is warm enough to want to swim in their part of the country by the end of April.
The party started off fine with some of the friends and neighbors arriving in small groups of twos and fours. A couple of S’s son’s friends arrived and they were the first in the pool. S, herself, was wearing a white t-shirt (no bra, no bikini top under it) and her Daisy-Dukes jeans shorts as she flitted from one small group of their guests to another. Her rather provocative sartorial choices were not so provocative among this crowd of church-going, boob-job revealing, shorts and cowboy boots wearing MILFs in their thirties and early forties. In fact, it was more of the rule than the exception. The only difference was, S had been in porn posted on the internet and her son’s friends knew that, though the parents supposedly didn’t.
Dale was wearing his cargo shorts and a button-down, patterned, short-sleeve shirt and flip-flops. He was prepping the steaks, burgers, dogs, and the marinated vegetables he was going to fire up on his enormous Weber grill. He had a wide grin on his face, flashing those large white teeth of his, as he carried his cold beer from place-to-place, greeting his guests in between taking the food out to the chef’s station on the patio.
All was going well until S went inside to use the master bath to pee and caught one of the boys rummaging through her panty drawer in the bedroom.
“Now, what are you doing in there?” she asked, without judgment and with a little amusement in her voice.
The poor kid turned around and a more guilty face had never been seen. His entire complexion was scarlet and he was near trembling, even as his right hand grasped tightly a red lace thong.
“I, I, I – I,” he stammered, not saying anything more.
“Were you looking through my panties?”
“Yes, yes ma’am,” he managed to say through his dry mouth.
“You like my panties?”
Again, he was only able to answer monosyllabically, “Yes.”
S shut the door and said, “Well, now. If you don’t want to get into trouble for stealing my undergarments, take down that bathing suit and put on those panties you’re holding and then put your bathing suit back on. You may have them, but that’s the only way to get them out of here.”
The boy’s complexion deepened from scarlet to near purple. But he didn’t say anything in response. He just slowly removed his boxer bathing suit, exposing his small, but rigid penis to S, who looked on in a supervisory sort of way, and then he slid the red lace thong up and over his hard penis.
“Now,” said S, “how’s that?”
The boy just looked down in silence.
“They look a little big on you, but then again, you’re small,” she said. She reached forward, pulled the elastic band of the panties with her left hand, put her right hand down and fondled the boy’s parts to get them even more riled up.
“Maybe,” she said, looking at him, “we should put one of my dresses over you and send you back out to the party like that.”
He looked positively petrified that she was in earnest.
“Oh, I’m just kidding with you,” she finally said, laughing. “You can’t wear that. You have to grow up some more to fit into my panties. Take them off and put your bathing suit back on and get going.”
The poor punished thief did as she said and he skedaddled right out of the bedroom to be back with his friends, including S’s son.
S laughed about it to herself.
Much later in the day, after the guests had eaten, drank a lot of beer and other, stronger beverages, swam, and drank some more – all under the hot sun of the clear sky – S changed into her bikini and got in the pool. Her bikini was skimpier than the other MILFs’ swimwear at the party. It was two small white triangles on top, barely covering her areolae and transparent when wet, and a similarly small white triangle, pointing in the opposite direction down below, held in place by strings no thicker than shoelaces.
The boys’ jaws dropped when they saw her. She smiled at them and slowly descended into the pool. She swam exactly one lap and then emerged out of the pool like Venus emerging from the sea. All three tiny white triangles were transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible under the thin fabric and her shaved slit could be seen through the lower triangle, dividing it into two equal triangles.
She ignored the stares of the boys and their parents and walked over to bar and grabbed herself another drink.
A while later she noticed that none of the boys were outside. She figured they had gone inside and were playing video games in the basement again. She was worried they’d sit on the leather couches with their wet bathing suits. She went inside and down to the game room. No one was there.
She was surprised. Where could a gaggle of teenage boys disappear to?
She went back out to the party. She looked around. She walked out front. She could hear the boys’ voices. She looked in the two-car garage window and saw them. They had stolen a bottle of whiskey or brandy or something and were daring each other to take a swig. In between dares, they were talking.
“Did you see Mrs. P–?” said one of the boys.
“Damn, she’s hot! Hotter in person than on the videos.”
“Hey, that’s my mom you’re talking about!”
The boys ignored him.
“All dripping wet.”
“And that bikini!”
“You could see every-thing.” He pronounced the word slowly, emphasizing each syllable.
“And I liked what I saw!”
“You did, did you?” said S as she walked around the corner of the garage and caught them red-handed and full of braggadocio. Suddenly, they weren’t so bold anymore. In fact, they were quite craven.
“Mrs. P–!” said one of them, as another tried to hide the bottle.
“I saw what you did,” she said.
Guilty faces all around. So guilty, in fact, S wondered if maybe they did more than just steal a bottle of booze.
“Give it here,” she said to them, stretching out her arm.
Her son placed the bottle in her palm.
“Fuck! Really?! The Johnnie Walker Blue Label? You couldn’t just take the Wild Turkey?
“Sorry,” said one of the boys, shame faced.
“Sorry?! That’s not gonna cut it. Turn around, all of you,” she said commandingly, as she walked to the big blue plastic bucket in which they kept their game stuff. She pulled out a Ping-Pong paddle. “Pull your bathing suits down,” she said.
“What?!” asked one of the boys, turning to look at her.
“Turn around, pull your suits down, and bend over. Now!”
She sounded mean, like a drill sergeant, but she was laughing to herself.
The boys complied.
She first looked at all their cute little butt-cheeks lined up in a row. Then she started paddling from the left to the right. It was only one paddle each, but it was a hard, firm whap! Each one let out a little cry as their turn was up. Then she said, “Now, turn around.”
One of the boys began to pull up his suit.
“Did I say to do that? Keep your trunks down around your knees.”
They obediently complied and turned around awkwardly. Some of them were soft, others hard. She looked them over.
“I should call your mothers in here and tell them what you were up to – that I caught you having a circle jerk. How would you like that?”
“No ma’am,” said one of the boys, almost in tears.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do that. But don’t let me catch you drinking again! There will be no underage drinking under my roof!”
She turned and began to leave. She stopped at the threshold to the garage, put her right arm up on the side of the entrance, lifted her right leg, and looked back over her shoulder at the boys, all of whom were staring at her ass in the itsy-bitsy, tiny white thong.
“If you’re good, when we have our annual Fourth of July party, maybe you’ll get something special that will make your bottle rockets pop.” Then she walked away.
Three white triangles
[To Be Continued]
Off the Record with ‘S’
A while ago, Lola conducted an interview with a hotwife, MILF, amateur porn-star named ‘S’ (you can probably figure out who she is). During the interview, S’s story took an interesting turn that was, then, off the record. Since then S has given up the porn production (because certain family members found out and pressured her and her husband to stop) and so now we bring you the part we had to leave out then, but we won’t be saying who exactly this is for, well, obvious reasons.
Artist’s rendering of the story
Lola to ‘S’: “Your son’s friends don’t know about your porn?”
‘S’ replied, “I didn’t say that. Is this off the record?”
“If you want it to be.”
“Please.”
“OK.”
“Like I said, one of our friends found out about the homemade porn we were making and posting. They thought it would be. . . I don’t know what. . . funny to tell our other friends.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah. So we had to tell our sons. They would find out from someone sooner or later and it was better to be from us than from one of their friends at school.”
“Of course.”
“So we told them. The oldest didn’t want to know anything more. He’s out of the house and was like, ‘Whatever Mom.’ But our younger son. He had just started high school, so it could have been devastating for him.”
“Of course!”
“To our surprise, he had so many questions!”
“Like what?”
“Why? Who? How often?”
“Did you tell him?”
“Yes. Of course. We wanted to be honest.”
“How did he handle it?”
“He eventually accepted it – all of it.”
“That’s amazing!”
“Well, he’s pretty mature for his age.”
“I’d say.”
“But his friends eventually found out.”
“News of a mom making homemade porn spreads faster than news of a mom making homemade cookies, I guess.”
“Especially among young boys with raging hormones, just emerging out of a pandemic lockdown.”
“I can only imagine,” said Lo, dreamily.
“And they started jacking off to my films.”
“How’d you find out about that?”
“That’s an interesting story.”
“Do tell!”
“Well, one day his friends came over after school.”
“OK.”
“And they were playing video games and drinking soda and, you know, usual stuff.”
“Yeah.”
“But then I popped into the basement – that’s where they had the game console set up.”
“I can picture it.”
“I offered them some chips and other snacks or drinks, but they all just looked at me like I had three heads – or three tits!”
“That clued you in.”
“Yeah.”
“Then what?”
“I found out that after I had left the room, one of them said, ‘Can we turn off the game and watch your mom on Pornhub?’ My son was like, ‘No! Absolutely not!’ But his friends overruled him and they turned it on. The one who had asked to watch it knew exactly how to find it. ‘That’s your mom?!’ the others asked. They couldn’t believe it!”
“I bet.”
“They asked my son if I would come downstairs again. He called me and I walked downstairs with more snacks for them. They had turned the video game back on and pretended like they weren’t just watching porn of me. I happened to be tanning outside when he called and so they saw my tattoos and knew right away that it was really me and not just a look-alike. One of them was bold enough to say, ‘Mrs. P–, what’s it like to make those videos?’ I was taken aback and I said, ‘What are you talking about?’ He said, with a smirk, ‘You know. We were just watching it.’ They turned it back on to show me. It was a vid of me with two other men.”
“That’s mortifying!”
“Well, I had to accept it, right?”
“I guess.”
“It was my choice, after all. Mine and my husband’s.”
“What happened next?”
“I said, ‘It’s just for fun,’ like I didn’t care what they did. As if I was talking about gardening as a hobby or something.”
“And?”
“Well, they clamored, ‘Will you have fun with us?’”
“Bold!”
“Yes. But they were at an age that they’d say anything that popped into their heads.”
“What did you say?”
“I thought I’d challenge them. A game of chicken that I thought I’d win. I said, ‘Pull down your pants and find out.’”
“Also bold! What did they do?”
“To my shock and surprise, they did! I was faced with five pubescent penises standing at attention as I stood in my skimpy bikini holding a bowl of chips!”
“What about your son?”
“He was there. He watched. He didn’t take down his pants. His face blushed.”
“And?”
“I said, ‘You all jack off, right?’ They nodded. I pulled my bikini bottom up tight so that my labia were flapping down over the taught string and said, ‘Well, tonight you can masturbate to the thought of this.’”
“That’s amazing! Did they pull up their pants with a smile on their faces?”
“No. The same boy who asked me about the porn, said, ‘I want you now!’”
“And?”
“Well, I can’t lie, I was intrigued to see how these kids could do.”
“No!”
“He started jacking off right there, in front of me and in front of his friends.”
“What did you do?”
“I watched.”
“Just watched?”
“Well, I’ll admit, I got wet. I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs.”
“And?”
“He stared at my pussy lips as they enveloped the G-string and stroked so hard until he came. He came so much and so powerfully and so far!!!! It landed on my bare feet!”
“What happened next?”
“I said, ‘Feel better?’ He could hardly speak, but he nodded ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘Good. Now the rest of you can go home and do the same, but this is our little secret, ok?’ No one said anything. I added, ‘If you ever want something like this to happen again, you’ll agree, this is our little secret. OK?’ They all agreed.”
“And what did you do?”
“I turned around slowly, so they could get a good glimpse of my ass, and went upstairs. I went to my bedroom, got on the bed, pulled out my dildo, and went to town on my holes thinking about all those little eager cocks standing at attention for my pussy. I thought about them all watching porn of me getting fucked and masturbating to me and I came so hard that I had to change all the bedding!”
“Did you tell your husband?”
“Not right away.”
To be continued…
“Normalize Cuckolding” Content Creator Roxy Interviewed by Lola Down
Questions for Roxy – the hotwife of Ben and Roxy who run the website “Normalize Cuckolding”:
Roxy Dover and Ben
Roxy, Ben, and Bull
L: How did each of you get into the lifestyle?
R: We actually met while swinging. Ben had been in the lifestyle for like 10 years before we met. He started swinging right out of high school and has never had a monogamous relationship. Me and my ex husband have always had threesomes and other group activities since high school. After we kinda cheated on each other a bunch we decided to open things up a little more formally. After a few weeks of hooking up with Ben we realized there was something going on between us and that we were in very bad marriages. One thing led to another and we ended up getting divorced and we married each other. I know one of the rules of swinging is to not fall in love, so we call this our swinger fail.
Roxy Dover
L: When did you decide to launch “Normalize Cuckolding” and why?
R: A few years back we were joking around about me wanting to bring a boyfriend with us to various places and events and that we should “normalize cuckolding” so I could openly do that without any of the negative connotations that come with that. It was kinda a joke between Ben and me and then he used it in some of our promotional work. People really took to it and it kinda took off. After a while we decided to lean into it and do seminars, podcasts, and set up a whole site dedicated to it.
Roxy’s Puffy Pussy
In reality, “Normalize Cuckolding” is really about not kink shaming. While we want to reduce the stigma of being a cuckold, because none of the stereotypes are close to being true in most situations, we also want people to be able to explore whatever they enjoy without the fear of what other people think or how they are going to react. We have one trip through life; everyone should be able to enjoy it how they want. As long as what you are doing isn’t hurting anyone, you should feel free to do what makes you happy.
Roxy’s Mons Pubis
Roxy Can’t Get Enough!
L: What has been the response to “Normalize Cuckolding”?
R: People love it. There really hasn’t been any negative response and in fact it seems to have helped people. We often get emails or DMs from people we have helped get into the lifestyle through our content. What was really cool was that at Exxxotica 2024 NJ, 2 young guys came over to our booth and we were talking and one of them started to say how cuckolds are just weak, little men who can’t satisfy their wives. I then asked 6’7″ 400lbs Ben to come over to join the conversation. Not only did that shut him down, but his friend actually schooled him on all of the positives of cuckolding and the reality of what most cucks are like. So, for the most part, it seems to help others understand the kink and is helping others understand it a bit better.
Roxy’s Brand
Roxy puts out the call
That Glaze!
L: Best cuck experience you’ve had so far?
R: We got an AirBnB and a hotel room. I took Ben to the hotel room and made him get naked and locked his PA piercing to a kettlebell so he couldn’t move or do anything. I then went to the AirBnB and spent the night with a very well-hung bull. It was the best sex of my life. After fucking all night, I went and got Ben from the hotel room but sat on his face and made him clean my very full, very sore pussy first. Then I brought him back to the AirBnB so he could make sure he thanked my bull before he left. This was one of the hottest things we have done.
L: When did you bring Kallie Freya into the mix and what’s the story behind “Crimson Chaos”?
R: We were shooting at Exxxotica and Moses brought her to our room to shoot a threesome scene. The chemistry between us was electric. It was clear there was a connection between us. After that we became very close friends and started to work together. Both of us being redheads, we decided on the name Crimson Chaos. Currently our schedules and lives are kinda pulling us apart, but Kallie is one of the most authentic, friendly, caring people you could ever meet.
Kallie Freya and Roxy Dover
Kallie and Roxy on Vacation
Kallie and Roxy
Kallie and Roxy – Killer Curves
Kallie and Roxy share an intimate moment
Kallie and Roxy normalize cuckolding together
L: Favorite porn stars (amateur or professional)?
R: Every single person I have worked with has been amazing. Either we are doing a great job vetting talent or most porn stars are awesome people, but the vast majority of the time I walk away from a shoot wanting to work with the person again. Also, being in the industry you grow a deep respect for what other talent is going through. This is a nonstop grind where you have to keep moving. Being a porn star is not easy. When collaborating with others, they become your partner in this so it’s really hard to select just a few who are my favorites. Now I do have a small list of people I will not work with, but I’m going to keep that to myself.
Kallie has some moves of her own.
L: Favorite films, books, or TV shows?
R: There is a pretty sweet collection of books called Match, Cinder & Spark; they are pretty good. We don’t watch many movies, but for TV we are usually binge watching something from years ago. We are currently watching “Everybody Loves Raymond,” just finished “Home Improvement.” I always have “New Girl” on during the day when I’m home. I like simple and funny things to watch; nothing that’s going to make me depressed or over tax my brain to think about…..comfort shows
L: How does your hotwife/cuck relationship compare with what you’ve read in the Match, Cinder & Spark books?
R: Every hotwife/cuck relationship is different. It seems in the book there is a loving primary relationship with a dominant partner who loves how slutty the other one is. Our relationship is kind of like that. Real cuckold relationships are rooted in love. I hate when guys ask me to cuck them; it’s simply not possible. I don’t love them. There is no way you can truly understand what it feels like to be a cuck or a hotwife if it’s not done in a loving relationship. I also like when Ben is dominant when we are together. I’m naturally submissive and some of the stuff I want to explore, like say knife play, can only be done with someone I trust. The issue we run into is that Ben also prefers to be submissive and craves that loss of control. So, in our relationship when we are alone, Ben is more of a switch.
Kallie and Ben
L: What would your dream date with me entail?
R: I’m Bi so I always enjoy a sexy lady like yourself. I’m also a size queen, so I love big dick as well. So, for me a dream date would be: we get a nice hotel room, enjoy each other for a bit, order a pizza, cause I love to see a curvy woman like you eat naked and be fucked, and then invite over a few well-hung studs to pound us the rest of the night. Maybe we kick them out when they are done and we can cuddle while eating some cake and watching TV as we fall asleep together.
L: What can we expect from you in the near future?
R: Just plugging away at the website and trying to further the normalize the cuckolding movement. Also, we have gotten into VR porn over the last few years and I think I’m going to make a bigger push with that this upcoming year.
L: Thanks so much! This has been fun!
Come and Get It!
Binders Full of Women
Mysterious Scarlett
“Yes, please show Ms. Down in,” Lola heard the voice say over the intercom to the secretary at the front desk.
Lo had her binders full of women resting in her lap atop her short black skirt. She held the binders firmly, with both hands. Her feet were bouncing rapidly and nervously in her cute, shiny, teal, round-tow, kitten-heel, pumps. She looked up anxiously at the sound of Collin’s voice over the intercom.
“You may go in now,” said the receptionist to Lo, only glancing at her briefly.
Lo entered the room, but instead of seeing Collin behind the large, wooden desk, she saw a beautiful brunette woman with bold, red lipstick, brown eyes, and stylish glasses looking down at some papers on her desk.
“Where’s Collin?” asked Lo, taken aback and with impudence, as if she had a right to her expectations.
The woman didn’t even look up at Lo. “Busy.”
“But I heard his voice. He told the receptionist to. . .”
“He’s working remotely,” said the woman, again, without looking up from her work.
“But, he’s supposed to. . .”
“I’ll be reviewing the layouts.”
“Who are you?”
Now the woman looked up at Lola. Despite the woman’s attractiveness and thick mane of hair that Lo wanted to grab and hold onto as she pushed the woman’s voluptuous lips – her most striking feature – down between her legs, the stranger’s tone was cold, monotone, almost robotic.
“I’m the project manager. The editor. Collin’s right-hand man.” She spoke and looked like Elizabeth Hurley playing Vanessa Kensington from the Austin Powers movie, which was just fine by Lola, because Lo had a long-standing crush on Elizabeth Hurley and the British accent made her twitterpated.
“You don’t look like a man,” said Lo, trying to get on the woman’s good side – if she had one, that is.
“I could fuck you five ways to Sunday,” said the editor. Then those luscious lips broke into a smile and Lo could see the woman’s beautiful, bright white teeth behind them. “And I would enjoy it too, I bet.”
The woman stood up, walked around the large desk, and extended her hand. “I’m Scarlet.”
Lo couldn’t help but think how perfectly her name matched her looks.
“And I’m blushing,” said Lo.
“You’re everything Collin said you’d be.”
“Oh yeah? What did he say I’d be?”
“Irresistible.”
“Did he? That naughty rogue.”
“So, what’s that you have there?” asked Scarlet.
“My binders full of women.”
“I’d like to have a binder full of Lola,” she replied.
“That can be arranged,” replied Lo, and adding after a pause, “but I’m sure he’s shown you all of my angles already.”
“No, actually,” said the woman, politely, but slowly fingering Lo’s blouse seductively. “He wanted me to use my imagination. But he did tell me all about you.”
“Such tales require little imagination.”
“Well, now that I see you, I can tell you that the imaginings will be more vivid and erotic.”
Lo blushed again. She felt at a disadvantage since she knew nothing about this bombshell before her. “Collin can be obsequious.”
“Obsequious?! He didn’t do you justice.”
“No?”
“Well, to be fair, now that I have met you in person, it seems to me all words fall short of conveying your beauty.”
“You are kind.”
“No. I am objectively correct. I have multiple degrees in the subject.”
“They offer upper-level classes on Lola Down?”
“If only,” said Scarlet, “my degrees are in art, aesthetics, design, and marketing.”
“That’s a lot of degrees for so young a woman.” Now Lola was being obsequious. Scarlet was clearly in her thirties, if not early forties.
“Keep up the flattery like that and I will have to put you over my knee to teach you not to fib.”
“You could put me over your knee anytime for any reason.”
“I may take you up on that, but only if you displease me.”
“I don’t have a degree in it, but the giving and receiving pleasure was my field of study in college.”
“I could be your master’s thesis advisor then.”
“I’m willing to learn from anyone who can teach me a new trick.”
“Let’s see your homework and then we’ll get to the extracurriculars.”
Lo placed the multiple thick binders on the desk before the brunette.
“They are divided into sections, as I imagine the masturbatorium museum will be.”
Scarlet looked at the index:
Porn Stars
MILFs
Preggo
Lactating
Breastfeeding
BBW
SSBBW
Golden Girls
Girls Next Door
Moms and Daughters
Nudists
BDSM
Boy-toys
Trans
Tiny Tits
Tiny Cocks
Creatures of Enormous Size
Bestiality
Misc.
“I see you’ve been photo farming.”
“What?”
“You know, photo farming – collecting photos of women and men you find alluring.”
“Oh, I just call it ‘putting it in the fap hat.’ You know, like the ‘spank bank’ ‘snack pack,’ or ‘bean machine,’ ‘perv reserve,’ and ‘jill thrills’ if you wish to be particular about it.”
“It’s a photo farm,” said Scarlet definitively. “And that’s ok. We all have them.”
Scarlet turned the pages slowly, viewing each page with an expert eye.
She then flipped through the hundreds of other pages.
“There’s a lot here,” he said, pensively, as she was cursorily reviewing Lo’s work. “I think I’ll need to bring this work home with me. In the meantime, why don’t you utilize your platform to see what your readers would like?”
“Like, post all of these photos?”
Scarlet managed to tear her attention away from the binders in order to look up at Lo.
“Not all,” she said, “That would be ridiculous! We’re trying to whittle this enormous collection down to a manageable size. Post a sample of each category and see what people say they’d like to see more of. After I’ve had a chance to look through this myself, I’ll call you.”
Lo reluctantly left her binders full of women on Scarlett’s desk and stood up, a bit perplexed.
“Will that be all?” she asked as if she were some sort of subordinate to this superior.
“One more thing,” said Scarlett.
“Yes?”
“What’s your favorite?”
Lola didn’t need to give the question any thought. She simply said, “That would be cheating. But maybe, if you ever do fuck me five ways to Sunday, you just might find out.”
Scarlett smiled mischievously and then pressed on her intercom button. “I’ll need a few minutes before my next appointment,” she said as she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a huge dildo and placed it on the desk for Lo to see. “That will be all, Ms. Down,” she pronounced clearly and coldly.
Lo’s heart had skipped a beat because, for a moment, she thought Scarlett would be using the foreboding phallus on her, but then she realized what was happening and turned to exit. She did an about-face so fast on her feet that her short little skirt flew up for just a second, revealing her ass to Scarlett’s probing eyes. Then she was gone.
[Dear Reader, please use the comments to vote for your favorites or to suggest others.]
Stoya
Stoya
Pornstar Sasha Grey
Sasha and Stoya
Sasha
Sasha
Pornstar Daizha Morgann
Daizha Morgann
Pornstar Lola Vargas Martin
Porn Star Gili Sky
MILF Samantha Massie
MILF Samantha Massie
MILF Samantha Massie enjoying Match, Cinder & Spark
Sam and Son
Sam and Daughter
Quintessential MILF Sam
Preggo
Three Pregnant Muses
Crossover – Preggo Porn Star Grey Desire
Lactating
Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding Lisa Shapira
Breastfeeding
BBW – Chunky Vixen
Chunky Vixen
BBW – Lisalou and Aurora Fits
Lisalou and Aurora
SSBBW Rosiee
SSBBW – Lady Brads
SSBBW – Lady Brads
BBW Party
Golden Girl – Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken selling her panties. Send her an email and tell her Lola sent you.
Golden Girl – Queen Bev getting off to Lola
Golden Girl – Queen Bev from behind
Golden Girl – Queen Bev showing off the large pussy
Golden Girl – Queen Bev gets off on her FUPA
Golden Girl – Queen Bev loves to read naked
Golden Girl – Queen Bev an boyfriend
Vote for your favorite category/slut in the comments. Feel free to suggest a category or slut we missed. Also, don’t forget Lola Down:
Lola in the tub
More to (make you) cum.
Newest Members of The Match Book Club – Peach State Couple
In our quest to spotlight hot, sexy, and real people who have written to us to tell us how much they enjoy the stories in the various volumes of Match, Cinder & Spark, this week we bring you a loving couple who have had more than their share of adversity and who have transformed their sorrows into sheer sexiness! Please welcome Peach State Couple into The Match Book Club! Here they are in their own words and photos.
Peach State Couple getting it on
We have been married 25 years and together 30. We have always had an amazing relationship but the room was not on fire in the bedroom. Like many couples we didn’t know how to have the right conversation about what we really needed.
Peach State Couple
Then it happened, Mr. was diagnosed with kidney failure and began dialysis treatments. We continued on but realized that we needed to begin treasuring every day like it was our last because it truly could be. We sat down and started to admit what we needed and what we were not getting and it was like a gift from heaven. Suddenly our bedroom was on fire with passion and sensuality.
Mrs. Peach’s sex ass.
Mr. received a transplant and life was good, but it was short lived. About 5 years ago Mrs. was diagnosed with breast cancer. We were terrified of what life was going to bring us. Chemotherapy, radiation, and a double mastectomy later and we made it through with just a few physical changes.
Mrs. Peach’s friend Lexi
Mrs. Peach post surgery
Mrs. Peach
We have continued to devour one another whenever we have the chance and even though she lost her nipples Mrs. is still a sexy sensual being to the utmost degree. One day while enjoying one another’s bodies we made the joke of how hot it would be to post some of our sexy pics online, and had some of the hottest sex we had had in a while. Our photo shoots got sexier and sexier as we fantasized about people looking at and getting off to our pics, and then before you know it we had started a Bluesky and then later an Only Fans.
Mrs. Peach showing off her assets.
Mrs. Peach St. Patty’s Day celebration
Mrs. Peach, Lady in Red
Mrs. Peach – A Night in Paris
Mrs. Peach’s pretty peach
The thought of strangers being turned on by us to the point of masturbation makes us so hot. This lead us to Match Cinder and Spark, we loved reading the stories out loud to one another but the ultimate is for Mrs. Peach to listen to the audio version while Mr. Peach pleasures her in every way possible. This book is hot and sexy on so many levels and really gets us going!
Mrs. Peach getting off to Match, Cinder & Spark
What’s good for the Mrs. is good for the Mr.
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Follow along in our sexy adventures as we rediscover our love and passion after all that we have been through and survived.
Mrs. Peach in a sexy pose
Full Color Peach
Mrs. Peach submits in a Kajira position
Mrs. Peach sexy one-piece
Juicy, ripe, round peach
Peaches for the thirsty
Emphasize the positive!
So cute!
Lo’s favorite color!
Compare, contrast
Mrs. Peach does “The Bed Spread”
Mrs. Peach assets galore
Kinky plug, it glows in the dark!
Frills that thrill
Mr. Peach shows his appreciation for Mrs. Peach
Mr. Peach was given an assignment by Lo. Step 1: Go into Mrs. Peach’s panty drawer.
Step 2: Pick out sexy panties and put them on. (Look how hard he is!)
Step 3: Masturbate to Lola while Mrs. Peach is away.
Looks like Mr. Peach was happy to fulfill Lo’s commands.
Lo told him to cum for her.
Looks like he was happy to make Lo happy.
Almost there. Looks like Mr. Peach is a real ass man.
Just three strokes more and. . .
Success!
Don’t worry, he also jacks to Mrs. Peach too!
Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Peach of Peach State Couple for this lovely cumtribution!
Masturbatorium Museums
I mention this little interlude about the Cum Cube because, though it was ultimately only marginally successful in its original purpose and plan, it became inspirational for Lola with the new sex scheme she was concocting with Uncle Collin and his nephew David. You see, she recalled the Cum Cube, or masturbation station, and thought that it was a sort of proto-masturbatorium like that along the lines of which Collin was describing. Or, at least in Lo’s twisted mind it was. She thought back on the experience fondly.
Lactation Station Magazine
By the way, after the local news reports covered Lo’s Cum Cube and that inspired the morality police to put pressure on the politicians to have the actual police shut it down, it didn’t go to waste. The city actually repurposed the Cum Cube as a lactation station, but, in reality, it was used as a masturbation station. Whenever you see a public lactation station nowadays, you never know – there could be men or women inside there, jacking and fapping to magazines, books, posters, of Lo. Hell, they could be reading this very blog and getting off to it. But I digress.
Masturbation Station Magazine
Lola described her experience with the Cum Cube to Collin and he was very intrigued, but he pointed out the obvious differences between Lo’s lark and his grand scheme for industrial scale sperm collection sites across the country.
“We have to make the new collection centers warm, inviting, and most of all, we have to offer the men something they cannot simply get at home,” he said.
“Yes,” agreed Lola. “It cannot have anything of the seedy atmosphere of a peep show, a porn store, or. . .”
“Upscale,” interrupted Collin. “It has to be respectable. We cannot place them in the parts of town known for sex.”
“Maybe in five-star hotels?”
“That’s an idea.”
“We should model them on Good Vibrations.”
“Good Vibration?” asked Collin.
“Yes. You don’t know the store?”
“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”
“That’s surprising.”
“How so?”
“Because it has to do with sex and I thought you were the world’s resident living expert on the subject.”
“You flatter me.”
“Good Vibrations is a sex-toy store. It’s first and flagship store was in San Fransisco. What makes it unique is that it markets itself mainly to women and in order to do that they had to make it bright, welcoming, in busy, safe neighborhoods. Not like most sex shops, in the worst parts of town where only men would dare venture.”
Lactation Station Magazine
“I see. I’ll have to research this more,” he said, taking a note on his desk.
“Yes, it has to be seamlessly integrated with the mainstream culture and commerce.”
“Even better, it has to be on the level of an art gallery!”
“Yes, that would be perfect. An art gallery – the biggest in the neighborhood – that has private viewing rooms with docents that double as cum coaxers.”
“I think we’re onto something,” said Collin with a broad smile.
He stood up and touched the bookshelf behind his desk in such a way that it rotated 180 degrees, hiding the books and revealing a fully stocked bar. “Shall we drink to this joint venture of ours?” he asked, pulling out a bottle of bubbly from a mini cooler.
“It seems a bit premature, don’t you think?”
“How so?”
“We haven’t gotten down to business with the hard choices of the décor.”
“Come here, my dear,” he said, popping the cork on the bottle and taking out two glasses.
Lo walked around the desk and sat on Collin’s lap as he poured the Champagne.
“Let us drink to hard business and premature celebrations while we peruse the paintings and photos that shall adorn our masturbatorium museums.”
Magazines for Breastfeeding Moms
Marsupial Position
After the first Cum Cube companion had left, Lola heard the special knock at the door. It was still ten minutes before her next appointment. Lo opened the door cautiously. It was Meri.
MILF Meri desperate at the bar for some real cock
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry,” Meri replied, “I couldn’t stay away.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” replied Meri, dismissive of Lo’s insults.
“HH calls me that all the time. I take it as a compliment. Like, ‘You’re incredible! You’re amazing! You have the sexual powers of a goddess.’ You know?”
“Oh, so you think you’re paying me a compliment?”
“It all depends on how you take it.”
“How did you take it?”
“Take what”
“That guy’s cock. That’s what.”
“Fast and deep, front and back.”
“I figured. I could hear you cumming from across the street.”
“You could?”
“Of course!”
“And now you want some?”
“Are you going to deny me?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Actually, after her first session, which was so much more than she could have imagined, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle any more and was glad for the reinforcements.
“When’s your next appointment?”
Lo looked at her watch. “He should be here any minute now.”
“I gotta get out of these clothes then.”
“Yes, hurry,” said Lo, helping Meri out of her winter attire.
Soon Meri was in nothing but a white bra, her white nylons, and her red pumps.
“There’s one rule you have to keep.”
“What’s that?”
“You have to remain bent over, facing this wall. The idea is that there is a certain level of anonymity. They can’t see you and you can’t see them.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“But I though you vetted them on-line?”
“We were still anonymous there. They are afraid that if I know who they are, I could blackmail them.”
“Blackmail?”
“Yeah, because of their wives and families and such.”
“Oh, right.”
“And I, well, you know, I just like anonymous fucks anyhow.”
“Oh, I know!”
There was a knock at the door using the secret code.
Lo released the latch and the next patron of the arts entered the sacred space. He was confronted with not one round, beautiful rump ready to be mounted, but two. One naked, used, and welcoming, and one, larger than the first, squeezed into the tight-fitting nylons.
Mr. Next Up came in and didn’t say anything. He just ran his hand over both rears that were confronting him. He gave Lo’s a little smack and then pulled Meri’s tights down around her knees. He began fondling both of them – Lo with his right hand and Meri with his left. He then got on his knees behind Lo and began licking her ass, perineum, and pussy as he continued to fondle Meri, inserting a finger into her pussy and then his thumb into her ass.
Both Lo and Meri were now grinding on him – Lo on his tongue and Meri and his digits.
“Fuck me,” said Lo.
“Fuck me!” insisted Meri.
The girls could hear him unbuckle his pants and then heard him let his pants drop to the floor. He fumbled with a condom and then he was up against Lo’s rear with his hips. Lo felt his huge heft – not of his cock, but of his stomach – flop down on her lower back. He was slapping up against her with his hips.
“Hey, slow down,” said Lo. “Are you even in?” she asked, moving her right hand behind her, under his giant beer belly, to grab his pecker and point it in the right direction.
When she finally got ahold of it, she was like, “Wait, is this it?”
“I, I, I’m having trouble with the condom,” a deep voice replied.
“Fine, forget the condom,” said Lo.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Lo saw a tiny piece of rubber land on the floor by her feet. It reminded her of a finger cot she once used in a science class.
She reached behind her again and felt a tiny, protruding, almost pimple-like bump.
“Is this you?” she asked.
“Yes,” came the shameful response.
“Try again,” said Lo, pulling the nub toward her.
His hips again slapped up against Lo’s ass. Lo shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t feel anything. Especially not after her first romp. But she wasn’t going to let on. She moaned and groaned, oohed and aaahed like she was being fucked by King Dong. Lo’s cum-cooing turned on Meri and Meri moved her right hand under Lo to feel the tips of Lo’s tits as they lilted forward and back, swaying heavily under her as Lo was bent at a right angle, perpendicular to the wall that supported her.
“My turn,” insisted Meri.
They guy pulled “out” of Lo, even though Lo didn’t think he had even penetrated her, and followed suit with Meri. Meri looked at Lo and Lo made a hand gesture with her thumb and index finger indicating that this guy was no more than an inch at most!
Beer Belly and Meri
Meri’s eyes rolled and then she put on the act. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me! Fuck me like the whore I am,” and so on. She was nearly laughing and getting Lo to giggle as she hammed it up.
“Are you a bad girl?” asked the panting voice from behind her.
“Yes, so bad.”
“How bad are you?”
“I’m a dirty slut.”
“Do you have kids?” he asked.
“Yes, three sons,” she said.
“I can tell. Your pussy is much looser than Lo’s.”
“Oh, but you fill it up so good,” she said – insulted by his comment, but still feeling superior since she knew that even if she was tight as a virgin, he still wouldn’t feel her due to his microscopic appendage, nor would she feel him.
“I bet you say that to your sons,” he said.
“Sometimes,” replied Meri, playing along, but also, truthfully with regard to her youngest.
“Yeah? Are you a dirty whore at home?”
“I’m a dirty whore everywhere I go.”
“Tell me about it,” he said.
Lo, at this point, was growing tired with being mere window dressing, or window undressing, however the case may be, even though there were no windows and Lo was already undressed.
She rolled onto her back and then slid underneath Meri’s drooping and swaying tits until Lo was straddled by Meri’s knees. Mr. Small was smacking away at Meri’s backside without penetrating or pleasuring any part of her pubic area. Now Lo’s little flower spread just below Meri’s larger petals, allowing for the choice of four portals to pleasure instead of just two, but none of which were within reach of the man’s petite probe.
Meri’s nipples fell to Lo’s open mouth and Lo licked, sucked, and bit gently on them. Meri flaunted her large, full breasts before Lo’s face, taunting her with her much larger and fuller tits, though, unlike Lo’s perky breasts, Meri’s drooped and sagged. Lo enjoyed Meri’s matronly mammary offering, but then slid up further in order to kiss Meri’s open mouth as Lo wrapped her legs around Meri’s hips and her arms over her shoulders and held on like a marsupial.
Meri looked down at Lo’s face and laughed.
“I can’t feel him,” she whispered and Lo laughed too.
“Oooh, yeah,” said Lo, mockingly.
“Ahh, fuck me,” said Meri in the same jocular tone.
The two of them giggled as the man furiously flapped his hips forward and back like a large walrus trying to slide headlong on the sand.
“Oh, you’re so much better and bigger than my husband,” said Meri over her shoulder.
“Yeah?” asked the guy. “Tell me about him.”
“He’s so small, I never feel him. I haven’t had an orgasm with him in ages! That’s why I whore around town like this,” she said, giggling in Lo’s ear.
Lo lapped it up and held onto her older, sexy, voluptuous MILF mentor with joy and delight, squirting and dribbling over her lower lips.
“Never brought you to an orgasm?”
“I didn’t say never,” Meri replied to his question. “But so long ago that I can’t remember it.”
“That’s horrible,” he said, “why not?”
“He’s an enormous man with a small cock and as a result of all his bodily girth and lack of girth where it really matters, he can’t even get close enough to me to enter my pussy. Every time we have sex, I end up jerking him off with just my index finger and thumb.”
Suddenly, the slapping of fat on ass stopped. Before either Lo or Meri knew what was happening, the man had pulled up his pants and left the Cum Cube.
Lo looked at Meri, puzzled.
“Why’d he go?” she asked.
“That was Scott,” cackled Meri, squealing with delight, “my husband!”
“Nooooooooooooo!” replied Lo, shocked.
“Yes!”
“How do you know?”
“I know how my husband fucks. I know the wheezing sound he makes when he’s overexerted himself. I know the feeling of that tub of lard that flops over his beltline and lands on my lower back before he makes his pathetic attempt to fuck my pussy. I know how small his dick is – it’s unusually small and almost uniquely so – and how he cannot, no matter how he tries, get it in the hole. He’s like a horny Chihuahua trying to mount a Great Dane! And I definitely know that brand of condoms – ‘My Size’ – that he has to import from England.” She pointed at the condom on the floor and laughed at its pathetic diameter.
“How do you think he. . . I mean, how did he? I was so careful about who I. . .” Lo didn’t have the words, she was so shocked.
Meri shrugged her shoulders and said, “He has probably been tracking my internet usage.”
“No!”
“Yeah,” she assured, “he’s been suspicious of my every move ever since our failed attempt to throw him off my scent. Your little seduction of my husband (and my three sons) seems to have backfired. I figured he was up to something. But now I know for sure. He must have gotten some spyware and downloaded it onto my computer and phone. He probably knows every pornographic website I click on, my every email and chat message, my every phone call.”
Lo looked dismayed.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“What is there to do?” replied Meri, shrugging her shoulders. “Go home and face the consequences.”
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door of the Cum Cube. It was not the secret code knock. Just an insistent three bangs on the door. Lo and Meri were startled.
“Just a minute!” Lo chimed, trying to find something to put on.
Lo was wearing just her coat. Meri, too, put hers on as Lo opened the door. It was the police.
“What’s going on?” asked Lo, surprised.
“Shut down.”
“What?!”
“You have to shut it down.”
“I have permission from the mayor.”
“This is on orders of the mayor.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Apparently, the press got word of this do-gooder operation of yours and a lot of people are upset about it.”
“Upset?”
“Protesting City Hall.”
“But why?”
The officer shrugged his shoulders and said, “All I know is I got to shut this operation down.”
Lola and Meri were escorted out of the Cum Cube by the men in blue, leaving behind all the paraphernalia that Lo had so meticulously arranged inside her little sex oasis: the Match, Cinder & Spark books, the magazines, the posters.
After the shutdown, the cube didn’t just go away, it was repurposed as a municipal “lactation station,” but in reality, people used it as a masturbation station. In fact, one handsome crew of six guys sent Lo one of her favorite tribute shots – all six gay or bi men in a circle jerk over her glossy image on the cover of a magazine!
Cum Cube cumtribute pic
Queen of the Primal Horde
The first customer? Or is it patron? Client? First cummer. That’s it. Anyhow, the first guy on Lo’s Naughty List showed up and gave the special secret knock at the door of the Cum Cube. Lo let him in. The door swung open and Lo was bent over in her diaphanous panties when he entered.
“Fuck me,” was all Lo said. She didn’t want small-talk. She didn’t want to get to know him. Something about anonymous cock was really turning her on that morning. Actually, the idea of anonymous cock had been revving her engines all week in anticipation of this. She loves, loves, loves watching ‘The Milking Table’ vids to get off, as you probably already know. The milking table, glory hole, dogging at night – the one thing they all have in common is anonymous cock.
The Milking Table Porn
Her eagerness for a fast, furious, filthy fuck was shared by the now naked man standing behind her bent over body. He wasted no time and actually ripped off the panties. They presented little resistance since they were mere gossamer-thin lace. Lo was taken aback by the violent opening gambit. She mourned the loss of her panties, but only for a split second. In a split second more, her legs were split as her paramour entered her without hesitation and, on the first thrust, filled her to the hilt! She braced herself by putting her arms straight out in front of her up against the wall and met his forward motion with an equal and opposite backward motion. His firm front slapped up against her round rear and she called out with joy and squealed with delight as he rapidly, repeatedly, and roughly rammed his way to her record-setting climax. She came, gushing all over his rigid rod. But, it was only the first of many for her.
Lola in her see through black panties
Within a few moments, as he continued to be a battering ram barraging her bum with rhythmic, repetitive, roiling thrusts, she went into a dissociative fugue state. This is unlike Lo, since she lives to fuck and fucks to live, she usually is very much in the present moment when penetrated by a long, thick prick. But in this instance, as she braced herself against the steel wall of the Cum Cube and her lock-in lover ravished her, she free associated the cube with a conjugal cell of a prison. She had never actually seen or been in one, but after her excursion to the prison to run an errand for me which turned into a peep-show for my incarcerated client, she had been dreaming of being the go-to girl for the boys (and girls) behind bars.
In her fugue state she was transported to a conjugal room on prison grounds. The man behind her was the biggest, baddest, meanest, inmate of the entire state penitentiary system. He was covered in tattoos on his bulging muscles. He worked out every day to the extreme due to sexual frustration and a surplus of testosterone. In her mind’s fantasy, if he behaved as the wardens wished, he was allowed one conjugal visit a month as a carrot, a bribe if you will, so he wouldn’t beat up or kill other inmates. They allowed him to have one of Lola’s calendars on the wall with a different photo of her for each month. This gave him the inspiration to change his behavior and moderate his extreme temper.
Whoah! Lola felt her actual conjugal guest go right in her rear without so much as giving a warning! After the initial shock, which sent her head spinning, she eased into it and began to enjoy the anal annihilation.
“Will it Hurt?”
Lo returned to her fantasy of the felon. In her imaginings, he had a back-story. He was an extreme survivalist who had lived in the woods. He had an underground lair and whenever he came across hikers or campers, he abducted the females. He kept them in his cave like a harem. He had a large wolf-dog that he let mount the women as they wished. This went on for years until the FBI finally caught up with him and arrested him. They put him on trial but none of the women would testify against him. He was like a cult leader to them. They adored him and voluntarily lived under his protection – some as young as ten or eleven. He was to them something between Charles Manson and Tarzan.
Captivating
In her wild imaginings, Lola was one of the abductees, but she rapidly climbed up the ranks to become his favorite concubine, Queen of the Primal Horde. After he was convicted and sent to prison, he railed against his confinement and pined for Lola. The guards quickly learned that the promise of her pussy was the only thing that would curb his violence.
All the other inmates were forced by the guards to assemble in the small outdoor cages, topped with razor wire, while Lo was escorted past them in her black leather heels, her nylons, her red pencil skirt, her white, cut-off sweater showing a lot of cleavage, and her large, dark sunglasses. She also wore an extremely large, floppy sunhat that drooped over her face to give an added sense of mystery about her for the inmates. They all knew what she was there for and they all lined up to see her when she was done too. They watched as her now ripped nylons dripped with gobs of warm cum and her hair, which had been beautifully and perfectly quaffed, was now messed as if pulled from behind. Rather than walking with a stride and sashay, as she had when she arrived, she now walked gingerly, as if she still felt the pain of that enormous cock up her ass.
Lola in her big red floppy hat. Art by Starlight Cassette
Speaking of which, now her real-life rear rammer was alternating between Lo’s primary and secondary pleasure promenades. (I’ll leave it to you, dear reader, to decide for yourself which is which.) Lola was squirting every time he came out of her V and went to her A. By now there was a large puddle in which she stood, her feet spread wide and partially submerged.
In Lo’s vivid visualization, the prison guards hatched a plan to provide them a fun distraction from the monotony. Seeing how all the inmates cat-called Lo, pressing themselves up against the chain link fence as she passed them by, they arranged to have a boxing match between Lo’s lover and any challenger who thought he could go the distance in the ring with him – no gloves, no protective gear, no rules. The prize – an hour in the conjugal cage with Lola.
The next month and each month afterwards, instead of just rewarding Lo’s beau with the privilege of Lo’s pussy, they made him defend his title and his conjugal prerogative. Thus, he would meet Lo in the fornication station black-and-blue, bloodied, sweat pouring down his face, chest, arm pits, as he burned with fever in his triumphant entrance.
This elaborate transposition of Lo’s current circumstances brought Lo to many more orgasms – so many that she felt she couldn’t stand it. She literally couldn’t stand anymore. And, pent-up with so many months of loneliness, her anonymous associate came too, engorging the condom he wore for their mutual protection. Oh, how Lo dearly wished he could have cum inside her – front or back – and made her a Christmas cream-pie. But on orders of the mayor and Board of Health, that was not to be.