A SMALL SAMPLING

From "The Amsterdam Experience - part 1":

He slid his ass forward while I knelt in front of him.  He watched the screen just above my bobbing hair.   His thick head popped as it slid past my lips, pressed hard against his shaft.  I let my tongue caress the bottom side of it, pausing only for a second at the tip for a little extra flick before I felt him pushing into the back of my throat again.  I let the saliva flow, lubricating him well and allowing him to fuck my mouth, grinding his hips into my face...

I saw my husband surrounded by a dozen women, all bent over offering their round behinds to him.  One at a time he rammed his cock deep into their bellies.  He left each one stretched wide open as he moved to the next...

 

From "Luxurious Whore":

One late Chicago afternoon on the 14th Floor of the Peninsula hotel, while you were living out your normal daily routine, a whore mounted a bright pink dildo which had been suction-cupped to the window pane. The window looked out onto Michigan Avenue... Out upon her memories of work and jail (one and the same?)... Out upon the rush hour pedestrians happy to be leaving their offices and puffing mist in the 18 degree air. Should they look up, which they didn't, they would see her naked ass rising up and down against the icy glass...