K is for Kinky by Alison Tyler Page A

bows.’ I tell her to take off her knickers but leave the garter belt and stockings on and also I ask her to leave on the red sling-back high heel pumps she is wearing. I tell her they accent her gorgeous gams and shapely ankles. ‘You sure know how to make a lady feel like a million bucks,’ she says as she rises from the couch. She shuts the door of the loo behind her. I whisk off all my clothes, including my shoes and socks. I go sit on the bed.
    â€œWhen she comes out, she stands directly in front of me so my head is level with her crotch. With trembling fingers I start to undo the buttons down the front of the nurse’s uniform from the bottom up; one, two, three, four, five buttons right up to the waist. I pull open the
uniform and there, framed by the pink lace of the garters and those cute red bows, is the biggest, glossiest, curliest most beautiful black bush I could imagine. Lucy puts her hands on my shoulders, starts to gently massage the back of my neck.
    â€œ ‘Come to mama,’ she says and I wonder if she’s played this game before.
    â€œI lower my face into her verdant garden. I take some of that hair into my mouth, between my teeth. I tug gently then move south, nuzzling her delta. I am suffused by her aroma, a combination of Ivory soap, some expensive perfume, maybe Chanel No. 5, and something else, an underlying odor salty like the sea. I send out my tongue, my advance scout. I soon find what I’m looking for, her shy bud, her little cockette. I begin to kiss, nibble, tongue it. I suck on it until it swells to the size of a grape.”
    I was so engrossed in the story. I hadn’t realized my hand was all curled up in my skirt, on top of my vulva, pressing against it. Uncle Irv didn’t seem to notice. He was looking up, over my head. “I was in paradise,” Uncle went on. “Lucy was still rubbing my neck. I was sucking her like a hero and my fingers were around that fellow between my legs. I was close to bringing myself off when Lucy pipes up, ‘Irv, you bad, bad boy, you bit me!’ If I did, I certainly didn’t realize it. I stopped doing what I was doing between Lucy’s legs. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, ‘I never wanted to hurt you, Lucy dear.’
    â€œ ‘Sorry’ she snorted. ‘Sorry or not, you are a bad, bad boy and deserve a spanking!’
    â€œLucy stepped back, unbuttoned the top of the nurse’s uniform and let it fall to the floor. What a body, her knockers were bigger than
watermelons. She sat down on the bed, grabbed me like I was a powder puff, flipped me over and slammed me on top of her knees. She held me down with one arm over my rib cage, and then she started smacking me with the palm of the other. At first it stung, making my skin tingle, but then I got to kind of like it.
    â€œEach time her hand came down, her soft bosoms bounced like fat fluffy pillows against my back. The stick between my legs was hard as a rock, but still I could swear it was getting bigger and bigger. Then Lucy stopped and, and well, you can imagine what happened next.”
    â€œI certainly can, Uncle,” I answer. “You are such a great storyteller, and,” I add, “you sure are an amazing kinkster.”
    â€œThanks, Trixie,” he says. “So, are you going to write a story about me?”
    â€œWhat do you think?” I ask him, and pour us another drink.

SIT AND SPIN
    N. T. MORLEY
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    K ASEY SHOWED UP for her first spinning class dressed in her brand-spanking-new workout clothes and ready for something exciting. As soon as she saw the instructor, however, she wasn’t quite sure. She had heard about him from the other women at the health club. A mammoth Norwegian, he was rumored to have a lascivious streak. From the looks of the spinning machines, Kasey figured that had to be true.
    There were a dozen other women scattered about, enough to almost fill