Ohgirl1

Makes my cock twitch with anticipation, can't wait till its throbbing wanting ur gorgeous lips wrapped around instead of my hand. Only problem I see, is my big load will be a wasted into the towel. Ohboy is defiantly blessed, thank for the shares.

Bondboy: I don't want you to hurt yourself...lol. Now get your tongue in shape.

Red5: Thank you. You have to give to receive as the saying goes, but personally, I would be more than happy to give 10 blow jobs for every time I get my pussy licked. I'm sure that, once again, I am in the minority...lol.

Properly: I'm glad that you like the view. I'm hoping that the combination of the story and my pics will get you very horny. Then, by the time we submit the blow job photos, you will rush to the August Wife/GF contest to see me sucking a big, white cock and getting a facial and then give me your vote ...hehehe.

Bob789: I'm glad you like the story and that it's getting you hard. I hope looking at my tight pussy helps too...lol. Do you think that watching me get fucked will help also?

Zack2366: I think that is OHBoy's fantasy too. He would love to see me taken by a couple of men and have them finish by giving me a huge facial. I believe that I have a photo on the thread here showing me squatting in heels as I suck off OHBoy. It's only one cock, but it's close to what you want to see.

Veklor: Thank you for the kind words. I hope you can keep stopping back as I try to fuel your anticipation for the big, cum-shot finale. You'll get a nice view of my lips wrapped around a cock.

Growing up and living in New York City made my lifestyle so much easier. There we're so many different clubs to go to, depending on what I wanted. If I wanted a big, burly dock worker, I would hang out at the bars near the fisherman's wharves. If I wanted a military officer, I would travel to the clubs that catered to the men on leave. It was so convenient to catch a trolley or a carriage ride to a different section of town to drink, dance and carouse with the men that I was interested in for that evening.

Not that many of us Flappers didn't have reputations. I think that much of it was due to jealousy by the so called "proper" women of the day. They did the same thing that I did, but I was just open about it. I didn't hide my sexuality behind closed doors and sometimes that got me into trouble with the law. I was picked up on numerous occassions for, so called, "lewd" behaviour. The constables would parade me into a police wagon and cuff me to a bench inside. Little did many of the folks, who watched me get arrested, know that they would just take me down an alley and release me. I was in good with quite a few of the cops and if they wanted to continue to be in my favor, they would treat me well. Sure....they would get what they wanted, but it all worked out well in the end.

I kind of enjoyed the fun I would have in those police wagons. It's difficult, but not entirely impossible, to be chained to one of the benches and still get fucked by one cop as I sucked off the other. There were always two or three cops who came out to toss me into the wagon, when they were called. Many of them knew me personally, but at least one or two were newbies, who would be brought along and put through the ritual of meeting me. I would sit there on the bench, my pussy in plain view, as I smoked my cigarette. The veterans would have the recruits interview me about what went on, then would return to the club to get more information. When I was finally alone with the young police officer, I would tease them and try to seduce them by offering them sex for my freedom. By the time their commanding officer got back to the wagon, I was usually sucking their cocks or getting fucked good and hard on the bench. The newbies would be embarrassed when they were caught and the older cops would act like they were going to reprimand them, then they would pull out their stiff dicks and take over where they caught the younger men. Eventually the joke was comprehended and we all had fun together. Sometimes, if I enjoyed myself a lot, I would meet them later that evening, at another club, to continue our fun. I never once spent an evening in jail.

Bondboy goes to the local club in search of a colored flapper and notices this sexy lady of color in the corner?walks over to her, she nods as I approach her and I get on my knees as she pulls my face onto her sweet pussy, she says u r my first tonite as she pushes my face into the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted, I lick as she says dont stop till I Orgasm ( of course I obeyed),and then says now cum on my face yes cum all over my black face like the flapper I am, as I so want to be the first Colored Cum faced Queen (Big prize in the club the BIG COCK), you won the facial (thinks I helped the facial lol) but I was a half inch short of big cock so I didn"t get to fuck you and had to watch my favourite flapper get fucked by some guy named Ohboy but I can always jerk off to some sexy pics I guess lol. Can"t wait for next pics and story u sexy flapper and what a flapper u have u sexy lady

Great story, great pics, great hard-on every time !!!

Bondboy: I'm glad you're having fun following my post and all the fantasies that it has provided. Thanks for all of your comments.

Greg & Alex: Great to hear....getting a hard on every time is a definite plus. Thanks for stopping by to enjoy our fun.









One of my favorite things to do is dance and that is one of the reasons I enjoy going out every night to have fun. When I was a young girl, I was lucky enough to have parents that could afford to let me take ballet lessons. I always dreamed of dancing professionally, until I began to go through puberty and my body became very curvey.....not the best for a future ballet dancer. I continued to dance in school productions and it was then, that I learned how sensual dancing could be. I attracted quite a bit of attention from the male dancers and instructors once I began to blossom. It wasn't long before I felt my dance partners rubbing on me and my instructors asking if I wanted a ride home in their fancy automobiles. I can't say that I didn't love the attention and my naivete led me to accept a ride after school one day.

I did find many of my fellow classmates to be attractive, but to me, my teacher was the most handsome man I had ever met. We drove into the country and we got into the back seat of his vehicle, so that we could be comfortable as we sat talking. I was so innocent, as I sat there listening to his every word, willing to do whatever he said. I still recall being on my hands and knees, the smell of the new leather seats filling my senses and my dress lifted up over my ass as he fucked my virgin pussy from behind. The feeling was so erotic and sensual as we moved together, just like we were dancing. I had no idea what I was doing, but it didn't seem to matter as he pumped me with his large cock. He was grunting and breathing hard when I felt his warmth fill me up. He was a little upset at first, because he said that he didn't intend to cum so fast and hadn't wanted to cum in me. I just know that I enjoyed the feeling and couldn't wait for us to do it again.

We continued to meet secretly and he explained to me how we could have sex without me becoming pregnant. I listened and accepted his ideas of anal sex and the withdrawal method, as long as he was happy and I got to feel good. When he wasn't fucking me in the ass and filling me with his cum, he would pull his cock from my pussy and cum on my stomach or my ass. Over time, he worked his way up and began to spray my breasts and eventually my face with his hot cum. I would suck his cock as much as he would let me, just so that I could see him ejaculate. It was so amazing to me at the time and I still enjoy it a lot.

I still equate dancing with sex and that is why many of my nights end with a bang. Once I begin dancing to the music, I become so horny. I love showing off to the crowd and it brings back the sexual feelings that I had experienced when I was younger. After a few drinks, my inhibitions are down and I just have to take part in any kind of erotic activities that I can. The days of Victorian etiquette are over and now it's the era of the independent and carefree woman."

Mmm love the new pics especially the second one and think you must feel so sexy done up in that sexy lingerie,and the suspence is killing me waiting for the photos you know I want to see you sexy lady and hope my last story was O.K. as I was drinkin abit and maybe was out of line but you are just so dam sexy

Bondboy: I do like to get dressed up in nice outfits or sexy costumes for our photoshoots. It's a lot of fun and I'm glad you're enjoying it.


I never became a ballet dancer, but I did go on to college to earn a degree. While I was there I learned just how far women had come since I was younger. We had recently earned the right to vote and were making our way into the work force, doing men's jobs that were left vacated when they went off to WW I. I became more politically and personally motivated in making sure that I maintained those rights and proved to the conservative culture that we women could do as we pleased. It was in college that I became one with the so called "Flapper" stigma given to us strong willed, independent women. If I could do a man's job, then I could drink, smoke and be sexual also.

I loved getting dressed up after work in the evenings to go out with my friends. We would put on our make up and our sexiest outfits for an evening of dancing and flirting with the men we found attractive. Our lifestyles became more brazen as we pushed the limit of our sexuality and showed off in public places. Some of the clubs had "Petting Parties" where we would make out, feel each other up and perform sexual acts in the open. Most of the people in the club were comfortable with the concept, but if they weren't, they would leave and sometimes call the police to report the activity. I loved the dancing that went on in the evening and the more I drank, the more my sensual feelings from my youth would rise up and take over. I became such an insatiable nymph.

Whether I was in a club down in Harlem or a snazzy speakeasy in the business district, I danced and made out with the men that I thought were sexy. I wasn't out to meet the man of my dreams, I was out to have fun. Sex was so easy for me since I truly enjoyed every aspect of it and the men seemed to enjoy an aggressive lady. I had no problem telling them what I wanted. Many of my sexual trysts took place in cars, parks, allies and motels, but when I got to perform them in front of the other revelers in the clubs....I was in heaven. It was like I was back on the ballet stage performing my dance and it was so erotic. Sometimes it would be just me and one man performing in the corner or booth and sometimes it would be multiple men, as a few of the people watching got brave enough to join in. I had no real preference in the type of act we were engaging in or the type of man who was involved, as I enjoyed it all.

Dancing made me so wet and I didn't mind lifting my skirt as I sat there drinking, showing off my tight pussy to the men who were interested. I was very forward as I spread my legs and asked them if they wanted a taste of my sweet chocolate. Sometimes 2 or 3 men would take turns lapping at my swollen lips as I moaned out loud. I would often draw a crowd of watchers as the night progressed. Some of the men would be openly stroking their hard cocks, just waiting to pounce when I told them that I was ready for them. I would spread my lips apart and point to whomever I wanted first. It was so hot to lean back in my chair or bend over a nearby table and have so many people watch as one of the men slid their rock hard dicks into me. The feeling as they took me right there in front of everyone was unbelievable. When they were ready to cum, I would kneel down and let them cum in my open mouth. I definitely enjoyed my evenings out on the town.

Such great pictures of that sweet looking pussy. Looks like it needs to be licked.

Very nice story, especially with the pussy pic punctuation. Lovely lips. Would love to see the swollen clit. Thank you.