THE STRAP ON

THE SUBWAY RIDE
When Lucy made her way to the third car of the Englewood-Howard subway line, going to the Loop , it was already 7 am . The car was overcrowded with people, like the sardines in the can. Lucy preferred subway, leaving her car at home, because of the terrible traffic on the way to the loop and high parking rates. The sub was cheaper and faster, even sometimes more comfortable than driving a car.

This Wednesday the car seemed to be even more tight than ever. Lucy managed to squeeze herself between a mid-forties woman, smelling of Chanelle#5and a gentleman. The car was rocking back and forth as Lucy was standing by the window thinking about something, swaying in a steady rhythm with the car. Thus standing and doing nothing else Lucy noticed that the woman with Chanelle#5 started to breathe harder. At first with no clue, Lucy soon understood that something was going on, when the woman stood motionless near Lucy and stunned. The woman was feeling bad was Lucy’s first thought, she asked her if everything was ok. Lady’s cheeks turned to red and she took a deep breath. Lucy finally thought everything would be fine with the Chanelle#5 lady. The lady was grinding into Lucy, still trying to hide the heavy gasps of air. Lucy could not believe what she saw, but the older woman looked like she was having orgasm right on the train. The woman suddenly weakened and her breath soon returned to normal. She smiled at Lucy and looked behind the window.

Lucy almost forgot about the whole incident, when she suddenly felt somebody’s hand slowly moving down her leg to the panties. The hand was already underneath Lucy`s little skirt. In one instance she understood what had happened to the other passenger. Lucy looked around but everyone seemed to remain in the usual indifference. The gentleman beside her was holding a newspaper in one hand ind holding to the above bar with the other. It looked odd. Lucy started to think of what would have happened if she screamed. She figured out that the lascivious hand would disappear and everyone would think her a fool. She knew two thins at the moment, the first was that she was getting wet, the second that she most definitely enjoyed all the moves of the mysterious hand in front of her pussy. Slowly she started to move, following the finger that was touching her clit, hitting and rubbing it. Lucy saw the older woman’s eyes and they showed understanding. “You like it”, asked the woman. Lucy smiled at her weakly and barely nodded back in the affirmative. She could not think about anything else but her orgasm. Trying to keep the balance, she pressed herself firmly to the Chanelle#5 lady, their breasts were touching, that mad Lucy feel even greater.

Nothing else in the whole world mattered but the finger on her clitoris. She wanted the finger to move faster and helped with her hips, but it stopped, as trying to persuade her to stay calm. Lucy stayed on wobbly feet, expecting the hand to start moving. And so it did. The crushing blow of orgasm almost knocked her down cold. Her helpless pussy was filled with an unforgettable feeling of excitement.

Two ladies left the train, smiling to each other, when they parted company, each of them knew that their Wednesday el ride wasn’t ordinary after all.

THE MOTEL
John was lucky to purchase the Sunny Day Motel. He wanted to do that for the most part of his life. The point was John was planning on installing the hidden cameras in the rooms of the Motel, like those they show on the TV. John’s idea was to turn the small ten-roomed hotel into a gold mine by running it properly. Soon after the purchasing the house John went busy installing hidden cameras in every room, together with microphones. He set up some tape recorders in his living headquarters to record everything that would happen in the rooms of the hotel.

It was always fun to see people take off their clothes, have a cigarette, chat a bit and make sex to each other the rest of the night.

For instance, homely housewife, who looked like a mouse once barely forced her husband to suck her pussy. John paid no attention to that couple at first, but when he saw what she was doing, the wave of excitement hit him with full force. When the lady experienced orgasm, she pulled out a vibrator into her husband’s ass and started masturbating it. It was fun to watch. John recorded everything. Other times he saw beautiful well-mannered women, so appropriate and prim, suck like whores in their bed-room.

Soon the little motel with $25 and $35 dollar units turned into a real gold mine. But that was exactly how things went on. After several weeks of daily recording, John began selling the edited amateur porn to the porn movies stores in the L.A area. He maintained great financial progress, selling the master copies to the stores for $100 per copy. That was a great deal. The Motel was inexhaustible source for money to make.

Situation were various. Sometimes two women in the hotel appeared to be lesbians. One of his favorite situations by the way. The lesbian couples were absolutely unpredictable, it was always a surprise. A couple of provincial teachers stayed in the Motel for the night in order to save some money. Five minutes after they left his office, one of them was sucking the other teacher’s cunt. It was obviously a very usual thing for them to do. They began rubbing each other’s pussies, after that they used double-sized dildo to fuck. Next morning the two dykes left.

What amazed John the most was the casualness that preceded sex. The lady could be doing nothing, or walk around the room searching for something, or just speaking, when the husband appeared from the back, took her down and did everything at her. Ladies bent over end enjoyed the hardest fuck with an expression of pleasure on the face. Women loved to take off clothes, not being at all shy in front of their men. Men, in their turn, preferred to look better and stronger than they actually were. After getting it hard, they always posed in front of the women, standing close enough for the lady to suck or touch their dick.

Women played with the hardened penis as it were a toy or something, even talking on the phone while petting it. Some were addicted to husbands` cocks. John saw some ladies go to the bathroom together with their men, there they held penis, while the husband relieved himself. They led them to the bed, laid down and sucked the organ. It seemed the cock belonged to the lady, not her man.

Sometimes John was shocked. Nothing in the world could surprise John, the lovers followed the same scenario over and over, but once in a while a really weird thing would happen. Like when a simple average fellow and his wife took the room for the night. Nothing suspicious was about it. There played a role game of mother and a baby. The guy took off his clothes, his wife told him to put on the diaper, after she powered his behind heavily with powder. The guy ran around the room with a pacifier in his mouth, talking like a baby, and when he woke up at night “ crying”, she gave him her nipple to calm him down. By that time he had a tremendous hardon under his diaper, she noticed that, took the diaper off and gave him a pretty good strapping. She laid him and played with his erected dick until it shot cum over him and her. That was the thing to watch!!! John sold the tape for $500 bucks.