The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (21 page)

Lisa, age 41
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Vocational training
Data Entry
Idaho, USA

I've become much more open-minded to exploring my sexuality
and discovering what I like or don't like. I'm more in tune
with who I am and am not afraid to say what I want or don't
want. I decide what I like. The best sex I ever had was playing
out a fantasy with my husband. We had another man come
over. I had him walk into the house, get undressed, and come
into the room without making any noise. He was to slip onto
the bed and go down on me while my husband and I were
lying on the bed kissing and touching each other. My husband
is not bi, nor has he ever indulged in bi activity, but part of my
fantasy was to have him inside me while another man went
down on me and licked us both. I slid down my husband's cock,
facing away from him and my friend followed our instructions,
licking me and my husband as I rode him. A few times my
husband's cock slipped out of me and my friend actually put
his mouth over it, sucking as I stroked it. My husband kept his
eyes closed as I was talking to him, telling him how much of
a turn-on it was to watch him get sucked off by another man.
Then I slid back down on him and we continued. His part of
the fantasy was to see me having sex with another man and,
as he talked it out, my friend did exactly what he wanted, still
not making any noise or talking to us. When it came time for
my husband to reclaim me, my friend slipped off the bed,
watched us for a few moments, then left quietly. Both my
husband and I had never experienced anything like this, but
it was the best sex either of us had ever had since we both got
to play out a fantasy.

I usually fantasise about having several lovers at one time,
much like a gang-bang situation but with both men and
women involved. In my favourite fantasy, I'm involved in a
game of blind-man's blu- in a room with about fifteen to
twenty people, both men and women given the freedom to
explore whomever while being blindfolded. The room is lightly
lit and everyone's naked except for their blindfolds. Everyone
knows going into this that they may come in contact with
someone of the same sex. The host of this game soaks everyone
down with oil as they enter the room. You have the opportunity
to explore, touch, kiss, rub, lick, fuck, or go down on anyone
you come into contact with. You can spend a maximum of
fifteen minutes with your partner or explore someone else
before a bell is rung and you have to move on. The object is to
be able to explore everyone without having to worry about
what someone will say or do if you stumble onto the same
sex. Everyone is there for pure enjoyment.

Melissa, age 38
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage and steady relationships, not live in
Children
College degree
Medical Insurance
Ohio, USA

In life nothing holds me back. I've managed to fulfil many
fantasies to date and plan to continue. In my fantasy there's
me, my boyfriend Michael, my girlfriend Lori and another
friend, Rob. Both men are secured to straight-backed chairs.
Both have a perfect view of Lori and me as we climb onto the
bed and start undressing each other. She sucks one of my
nipples into her mouth, which causes me to arch my back and
grab at the back of her hair to steady myself. My hands find
her nipples and lightly tug on the nipple rings, which brings
a moan from her onto my already-sensitised nipple. We're both
making sure the guys are getting a full view of everything.

I bring Lori up for a long kiss and then trail my tongue
down her neck to her nipple while I let my fingers skim over
her ribs and stomach until they reach her pussy. I slide my
fingers along her slit and she's wet . . . really wet, so I slide
my fingers into her pussy and watch her face as she starts to
fuck my fingers. I let my thumb circle her clit over and over,
making sure she stays on her knees. Her body is starting to
tighten with the orgasm she's about to have but I stop just
before she reaches it. She gets a look to her that tells me I'm
in for it. She leans into me and runs her tongue along my
collar, between my tits, down to my pussy and lightly licks
my clit over and over, and just when I think I'm going to go
over the edge . . . she stops.

Lori and I have pre-arranged a lap dance that has the guys
groaning . . . from the sounds coming from Rob he's far from
displeased with Lori's performance. Lori and I then change
places and I'm giving Rob a lap dance, so close to rubbing my
pussy against his bulge it's about to burst.

Lori and I decide we've denied the guys long enough and
we let them loose. Both of us stand and wait for their instructions.
I have a slight fear of Rob, and Michael instructs me to
give him a blow job on my knees while Lori gives Michael a
hand job while fucking him in the ass with one of her favourite
dildos. Rob stops me before he comes and suggests we switch
partners.

Lori and Rob climb on one side of the bed while Michael
and I are on the other. Michael lays me back and starts eating
my pussy like he's starved. While Rob is paying attention to
Lori's tits and she's rubbing his cock with both her hands, I
start to finger her pussy as Michael gets a glimpse. I start to
fuck Lori with my vibrator. Michael uses another of my
vibrators on me while licking my clit and I am just about jump
off thè bed with the orgasm that hits me.

Michael really wants to use a butt plug on me and believes
I'm ready for it. I lean into Lori, and she begins kissing and
caressing me, helping me relax. Michael lets Rob know how
nervous I am so Rob starts to caress my tits, ribcage, stomach
and runs his hands alternately between my ass and pussy while
the butt plug is inserted. I'm relaxed and there's no pain . . . there's
actual pleasure and I moan into Lori's shoulder.

Once we're all comfortable that I'm OK, Lori goes on her
back and Rob gets Lori's vibrating nipple clamps to attach to
her nipple rings. I'm instructed to suck and lick her nipples
while Rob fucks her while using the dong at the same time.
Soon, Lori is having a hard orgasm.

Again, we switch positions, but at my request. Lori and I are
on our hands and knees facing each other while the guys are
fucking us from behind and watching us tongue and bite each
other. Her fingers find their way to my clit and mine to
hers . . . the guys find the sight of us getting off on each other
so hot that they come . . .
hard
, gripping our hips so tightly that
I cry out in both pleasure and pain. Lori and Rob aren't far
behind and Michael and I can hear them groan and grunt as
they come as well.

Name withheld, age 41
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Degree
Administration
Scotland, UK

When I was a girl I used to have a recurring dream about being
a doll on a conveyor belt, being 'put together' on a manufacturing
line. As I progressed along the line, 'parts' were 'added'
to me. I was touched and interfered with by automated hands,
which didn't know or care that I was sentient. I always awoke
feeling 'funny'. I realise now that this was my sexual awakening.
(I should clarify that I was never interfered with in real
life.) This objectification desire has stayed with me. A lot of
my biggest fantasies revolve around being objectified, taken
for the use of others without reference to my needs, unable to
react or move away from them but inwardly being deeply
aroused. In addition, I would raid my father's Mickey Spillane
books; they always had one sex scene in them. I used to read
them while wanking, although they were conventional sex
scenes and never touched on the main subject of my fantasies.
My awakening as a bisexual woman took far longer. I used to
deny these feelings to myself, having grown up in a homophobic
household. I looked at other women and wanted to
touch them but told myself I was just being competitive. It
took years and a very drunken experience with an old friend
before I finally accepted that it wasn't such a bad thing to want
this. I now enjoy rubber enclosure, bondage and sex play, but
really, I'll give anything a whirl. Nothing is more fun than the
pleasure of the unexpected.

My involvement with the BDSM scene has enabled me to
live out and flesh out my fantasies. Within this environment
I have been able to explore my desires safely, without revulsion
or judgement. It has taken years to overcome a perception that
I was a closet whore, with all the societal condemnation that
implies, to understand that sexuality can be good clean dirty
fun so long as the people involved are all happy to engage. My
husband is not 'wired up' the same way as me and doesn't
take control in a sexual situation the way I would like, although
he tries. He is not terribly happy for me to explore my bisexuality
nor is he keen to indulge my fantasy for multiple-partner
objectification. A large part of me finds little escape but to
dream and read about these things. My fantasies cause arguments
and tension in my relationship; sometimes I wish I
didn't have them.

This is an old fantasy I wrote about when I was bi-curious.
The curiosity has since been more than satisfied!

They were at a party. There weren't many there, but those
who were there were beautiful. They knew nobody but the
host. They had played their 'who would you do' game but
gave up, because she would gladly do all the men and he, all
the women.

After a little time, a little wine, and a little small talk, he
whispered quietly in her ear, 'OK, so today we are going to play
a game.' Her forehead wrinkled, her mouth opened to ask, but
he shut it with a kiss. 'I will only play this game if you agree
to do exactly what I want without question or argument. I
assure you, the prize is worth it.' The game sounded interesting.
She agreed to his terms.

The dining room (for it was a house party) was empty; the
music was a dull thud from the living room. She stood with
him, nuzzling, but he would not engage with her. A woman
entered and stood five feet from them. 'She's waiting,' he said.
And she clearly was. 'Go, undress her.' She protested. He whispered
urgently in her ear. 'Our game,' he reminded her. 'Do
this, or leave now.' So, without looking in her eyes, she slowly
undressed the blonde, exposing a rare body which was both
slim and full. Only when her necklace caught in her hair was
she obliged to look at the blonde. As their eyes met, the blonde
winked and the undresser was flooded with relief and
surprise.

The job was done and the naked blonde hopped lightly onto
the dining room table, legs akimbo.

'Now lick her,' he demanded.

She found that without further eye contact she could lick
this stranger. She had never brought her face so close to the
damp sex of another female. With trepidation but increasing
arousal, she licked. In a sexual cop-out she first licked in a soft
wet line from her neck. Bravery spurred a licking trail via
significant proud breasts with their hard brown nipples, past
softly rounded stomach, to warm wet sweet crotch. Blondie
sighed and eased comfortably. She licked. She liked. And so she
licked more, bringing her hands up to help her gain access to
the juices, all caution ignored. She forgot herself, giving herself
to the job at hand, sinking her tongue as deep as possible,
using lots of spit until her tongue was silken, rubbing, as she
herself liked to be rubbed.

She barely had time to consider her audacity as her own
cunt began to moisten, a measure of her excitement. Imperceptibly
her body began to yearn to be filled; unconsciously
she knew she wanted his familiar cock inside her.

'Stop.'

Her hair was grabbed; she was forced face down on the floor.
The carpet was dank; mine host had pets. She felt like one of
them. Her pussy hoped for breadth and delightful depth. 'Don't
move,' she was admonished. So she trembled, her nose to the
vile carpet.

To her horror, she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex.
She turned her head barely. There he was, fucking that blonde.
He remained clothed, only his cock emerged almost humorously
to service Blondie. She sounded like a porn star, moaning
like a slut. Praising him, she encouraged him to drive in. 'It's
good, mmmm good, go on, go on, go on!' she shouted with
increasing urgency. There on the floor, ignored loins were afire,
aching to be filled, attended to.

Listening to them fuck, she humped the filthy floor as much
as she dared, her finger sneakily reaching for that nub of
pleasure. The warmth in her spread. She was going to . . . she
was . . . she . . . oh God . . .

And with a howl Blondie came, and was spent.

But on the floor, tears. She lay, frustration tore at her and
she wanted him more than ever.

Her head said 'a little tenderness, a little loving please', but
all she murmured was a hoarse, 'Please
now
!'

To her grateful relief, attention came her way. 'Kneel,' he
said firmly but kindly. So she knelt. He rammed his damp cock
into her mouth. It was still hard, and she knew already that it
tasted of Blondie. She was so relieved to have him that she
serviced his cock gratefully, flicking her tongue over the head,
creating a vacuum and cupping his balls. He pushed harder
and harder, holding her head so she couldn't escape, raping
her mouth. Her eyes watered, she feared she might not be able
to breathe soon, she was afraid of his power and intoxicated
by it. Finally she retched. He withdrew and quickly pushed her
from her knees to all fours. From nowhere he produced a blindfold
and tied it tightly around her eyes. 'What do you want?'
he said. Her cunt throbbed, the first tingles of orgasm from her
time on the floor still clear in her mind. All she could say was
'fuck'.

The blindfold tuned her senses. She was alert to all.

With mastery, Blondie and man undressed her quivering
blindfolded body. They caressed her, they kissed her and
nibbled her and they licked her until parts of her glistened.
They scratched her and bit her as she writhed and moaned
beneath them. Her body arched to them; she tried to kiss back,
to rub against them but they pulled away. At first they were
careful never to place more than two hands on her body, trying
to maintain an illusion that only one man was delivering this
pleasure. They didn't allow the smaller female hand or an
unfamiliar kiss to betray them too easily. But, when the heat
in her was too high, they allowed themselves to become more
carefree. At last they allowed fingers to plunge deep into her,
one, then two, then more. Her groan of gratitude was almost
orgasmic in itself. And when, at the same time as her pussy
was full of fingers, a cock was thrust into her mouth she realised
she was deceived. But she didn't care, and stopped only
for a brief second before re-submitting to the bliss.