My general physician is a Spaniard. We keep talking about bull fights. I am against them. He loves them. We argue. I flirt. What is it with women and their doctors? Why do I always dress in sexy lingerie when I go to see one of mine? The nurse tells me he has an emergency. I have to wait. I think about bull fights. Bulls. Bulls. Raw energy, power. Violent. Why does it make me horny? I play with my nylons. I touch my boobs. Soon I start to have an emergency, too. I take out the best remedy for MY emergency situations. The pocket rocket. Never mind I’m at the doctor’s office. Usually he does not get many patients at this hour. The bulls. The toreros. I fantasize. I move faster, get myself into a frenzy. I come. That was nice. I do it again. This one is even stronger. Shucks, I hear somebody coming. I try to get decent, don’t quite make it. The nurse catches me. She is flustered. So what? Maybe she tells him. I wonder how he will react…  

A harem. Every guy’s dream. But do guys know that girls have harem fantasies, too? At least this girl does. Arabian nights. Sheiks and Sultans. Palaces. Girls. Lots of girls. Getting pampered. No 9 to 5 job. No stress. No co-workers trying to get a feel. No bosses promising pay raises if you just would…Your day is simply about you being beautiful, seductive. Wait to be called by a handsome, tall sultan. And if he should not be tall and handsome but old, ugly and fat, there are always the young and strong slaves I can fantasize about. I fall asleep in this hotel room. And start dreaming. Me being the favorite harem’s girl, getting myself off with a big black…come and spy on me. Make sure you are not getting caught by the eunuchs!

Maybe I'm bad. It's your call. People have different opinions. Me, I cannot stand hypocrisy. Sex is part of our lives. Actually, sex is life. There would be no life without sex. So, why demonize it? Why keep it in the dark? Why can't we talk about it in the open? There are still girls going to college who never had a talk with their mothers about sex, about STD, about birth control. Like this one. My neighbor's daughter. She is off to college. Her parents protected her. She has never even kissed a boy. She knows nothing. She will be under peer pressure at college and not know how to handle it. I like her. She may get hurt. I decide to teach her. But I don't have much time. She is leaving tomorrow. It may not be the proper way to introduce her to what she will be confronted with at College, but hey, is it not better than being laughed at, getting hurt? I wish my mom would have told me. She never did. I got hurt. So, what do you think, am I bad?  

You think only guys get so horny that they have to do it right then and there? Noooo, this girl here has those urges, too. Sometimes. One recent day I was at a meeting and there was a guy at the conference table, he was so hot, my panties got wet in no time. I probably left a wet spot on the leather chair. Not that he is really a hunk. But he has this personality. This overpowering charm. And this presence. You know? He is very charismatic. And on top of it he is funny. He could have laid me on the conference table right there. But he kept his distance. Shook my hand. Kept it in his just a trifle longer than usual. Letting me know. And making me even wetter. So I walked out of there, I just had to have something hard in my pussy. I just had to get off. So what does a girl do? The streets are too busy. But then I saw a car wash. The car needed a wash anyways. God, did I cum. Did you know they have cameras in a car wash? I didn't. What a lousy idea. I guess the boys must have had a field day watching me! Oh well. You know me. I like to think guys are jerking of thinking of me. I'm such a slut. THIS VIDEO HAS FUN BACKGROUND MUSIC AND I CUM REALLY LOUD.

I'm a real life model. Lingerie, swim suits, lifestyles, casual fashion, glamour, artistic. Of course the photographers all want to shoot me nude. They all do. It's part of the business unless you are one of the top stars. Sometimes I wonder though...how did they get there? I like girls. I love guys. I like to eat pussy. I love to suck dick. I adore sex. With guys or girls. Or both together. It makes me happy. I'm kinky. I have fantasies. I have desires. I've learned to live with them - and to live them. When he told me who the other model was, there was no question that I would accept the job. She is new. She is young. She is gorgeous. She is innocent. It's a lingerie shoot. I know him. There are no limits, not from him. He knows my secret desires. I've told him about my fantasies. He thinks she is perfect. He is right. I just love to seduce an innocent newbie. Especially one as gorgeous like Ginger. Yummie... 

I wake up with something sticky all over my face and boobs. I have no idea how it got there. I am staying at my relatives' house. I remember that I had such a bad headache that I took the sleeping pills I found in one of the night tables. I never take sleeping pills. Now I know why my doc tells me to stay away from them. I must have had halluzinations. But wait. The sticky stuff on my face and boobs...it feels like, what, like cum. It can't be. Oh my god, this is cum! What the hell happened? I can't remember anything, but my pussy feels fucked. And I'm wet. As wet as I usually get when I have sex. But there's nobody in the house. They left, and the son was at a party and was not expected to come back home. I have a taste in my mouth that is familiar. The taste of...cock? Is it possible? Have I just had sex and can't even remember with whom? Was I forced? Why? By whom? Who did this to me? It doesn't even feel bad. I'm relaxed as I usually am after I orgasmed. I don't hurt. There's no cum in my pussy. What should I do? I wash my face. I wipe off my boobs. I don't understand. Maybe I should just go back to sleep... 

I'm already getting tired of this slave. Had him only for a few days. He is so young. Amazing that he likes to be dominated. He bores me. He is clumsy. He is not very good at anything. He can't please me. He has to be taught everything, even the basics of how to be a slave. Given his looks and age, I would rather have him as a toy boy, but he does not have it in him. I'm trying to offload him to Mistress Amanda. But when she sees that he doesn't even know how to jerk off for his Mistress' entertainment, she does not want to take him. She checks if he at least can walk on his knees on a leash. He fails that test, too. We have to teach him how to jerk off. We use our feet to play with his cock. He is told to cum on our boots. Can you believe he can't shoot straight? He cums all over my tiled floor. I make him lick it off and clean the floor with his tongue. Mistress Amanda still doesn't want him. What am I to do? Anybody out there who wants to take him off my hands? 

Do I have a desire to get humiliated? Hell, no! Do I have fantasies about getting forced? Sure. Like most women do. But guys, get it, these are just fantasies. We don't want it to happen for real. Okay? This here is close to being real, though. The guy is a boat captain. A few weeks ago I threw him off his boat. I guess he really was humiliated. At first, I didn't even recognize him. He was just another guy handing out at this photo shoot and I was already done. I needed some exercise, so I went off into the woods. And guess what this jerk does? He follows me, overpowers me and chloroforms me. He puts me into his stinky van and drives me back to his charter fishing boat where I wake up. He is strong. I know I can't fight him. He wants his revenge. I don't want to get thrown into the shark ridden water and have to swim back...so I let him fondle and touch me. I have no choice. I'm already thinking about what I will do to him next time I see him. I get lucky. He has no condoms and is scared of catching something. He has a jealous wife who has all the money. He wants a blowjob. No way. He settles for a hand job. He wants to come on my face. So what. At least he won't hurt me. I'm getting away easy. Just wait, you bastard. I'll get you again! 

I don't know what it is with us women. We just think Latino men are good lovers. They sure are sexy. All this dark hair. I love them when its curly and long. The dark skin. The dark eyes that spell romance. The hotness of their sex. Never mind it's not entirely true. But it's a great perception we can dream about. I certainly look at every half way attractive Latino man. And there are lot's of them here where I live. The darker the better. Sooo. I'm sitting there in my lingerie, bored out of my mind, waiting for my turn to shoot glamour stills with these photographers who are now busy with another model, when I hear the gardeners outside. I look up, and there's this young Latino guy peeping at me right in front of the window. He is cute. Long, curly black hair. Dark skin. Devouring me with his big eyes. I show him some more of my legs. His hands go straight to his cock. I wonder....I wave him inside, showing him to be quiet. His body is okay, he has a bit of a belly, for his young age. I put his hands on my boobs. They start wandering. He does not speak English. But then who wants a conversation? I don't. And he certainly looks like he is much more interested in something else. I let him touch and uncover what he apparently loves to see. I show him my pocket rocket. I show him how to use it on my clit. He is a quick student. He makes me come in no time, but I have to be quiet so the photographers won't realize what their favorite model is up to...the bulge in his pants is so big I can't just send him back out. At least a hand job is in place for his talents with the pocket rocket. He is young. He cums fast. Just in time. The photographers are done with the other model. I have to push him to go. I'm sure he will be back. This must be his best day ever on the job! Bummer! The photographers yell that they will be with me in 15 minutes. But the gardenere is gone. What does a still horny girl do? You know, right? I let you watch.