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Opis ebooka My Hot Box - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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My Hot Box

CHAPTER ONEWhile reposing my scantily attired body crosswise on the king-size bed, I dragged avidly from the freshly lighted cigarette. I felt terribly alone and wanted to do something to get a charge. I'd never smoked, and I was getting sick as hell. I felt terribly alone in our spaciously beautiful bedroom, which for some reason seemed dismal. Even the sensual and erotic pictures and paintings on the walls seemed to be prisoners of boredom. I continued to try to smoke the cigarette while I let my imagination carry me away wherever it wished. Knowing my imagination, I would probably end up cumming before it behaved itself. I needed it, but needed it to be done properly.Now, I said "my scantily attired" mainly because at that moment I was only clad in a pair of pink panties, and all I have always heard and seen of myself, particularly my passionately voluptuous attributes, and from the way men and women look at me, I deem myself to be the personification of loveliness. I was blessed with the most torridly feminine attributes around, to say the least. I had the curves, the mounds, the slopes and valleys, and I had been told mine are the kind of attributes that would explode an impotent old man's balls for him. I don't know about that, but I do know that Mother Nature has obviously smiled proudly down upon me, for I was going to be the Cover girl of Ethereal magazine's new Calendar, also the Centerfold for the same magazine, as well as the girl on the back Cover.No! No! NOOOOoooo! It isn't vanity! I'm not a vain person. I am merely being candid, as I shall be at all times throughout this intimate and provocative narrative. And, that which might tend to suggest vanity should be declared null and void.However, because you should not be left alone in a confused illusion or intricate reverie about my physical being, and what later on endeavor to give to you a complete and comprehensive description of myself, as well as everything else. And, I do solemnly swear all will be unbiased. If you are honest with yourself, I'm positive you will not deem me to be vain, but an unusually candid person.Another important thing you should keep in mind; although I am speaking to you through this personal and impartial narrative of events in my past, I am yet very, very far from being in my dotage. I am still quite young, and I continue to enjoy my absolutely uninhibited life vehemently, as only a bitch like me can do.I am not a whore or lesbian, although I do live a life of subtle promiscuities, and am surely a bitch of questionable demeanor. So, I don't put anyone down for what they are, because I would never try to refute any statements, written or otherwise, that suggests or proclaims me to be a sexually-perverted young woman, for indeed I am.Briefly, my name is Keah Yolanda Yvonne Tatupu. Naturally I am French-Hawaiian, or, Hawaiian-French. At any rate, I was born and raised on the mainland in America. I attended the University of Southern California, where I majored in Education and English, but discovered very little about my inner being until I had graduated. I would soon discover I was a nympho and a masochist, being a nympho-masochist, and becoming a confirmed nympho-masochist, to live and do such things as this person would do, until destiny decided on something different.At the moment, while depressed, alone and needing to be sucked and fucked, needing to have my big long-dick lover crush my tits with his powerful hands for me, to pinch hell out of my nipples, to pull my long black hair out by the roots, to goose me in my panting, mucky asshole, to propel his kingly organ all the way to the bottom of my well-developed pussy hole, I contented myself by finishing up the stick of grass while II reminisced.Before I relate those thoughts to you, let me please give you more than my name to remember. I want you to remember ALL of me, and forget none.I'm considered to be a tall girl; reasonably so, not exceptionally. I'm not a string-bean with a heavenly face and with attributes that go without notice. There is sultry flesh on my sturdy five-feet-eight-inch frame. Anyway, Wade Saxton, my adorable, experienced, good dick lover adores my satiny-bronzed complexion more than I do, and I keep it at it's peak of remarkable brilliance. My hair coloring is blue-black and naturally blue-black. I've never used any hair coloring on it at all, and it falls back in a thick mane over the contours of my delicate shoulders, and is silken soft at all times. It stops just short of my hips, or if over my front, slightly below my waist. My eyes? They're wide, hazel and according to Wade, outshine the most precious gems on or in the earth. They are imbedded on opposite sides of my distinctively protruding nose. Lips? Full and succulent ones that they are, along with my pearly white teeth, personify a bouquet of succulent inviting nectar. Every since I can remember I have always been particular about keeping all of me in the best possible physical appearance at all times. This includes my waist, which is quite tiny, my belly, which is as flat as a board, and curvaceous attractively stimulating legs, while they blossom into my velveteen smooth thighs, which naturally swell firmly and voluptuously into my bouffant hips. Ah, ha! But it is my pop-to breasts that are MY pride and joy, as well as Wade's. And please believe me when I say, they are high and very erect on my chest, shaped like bounteous cones, with all of their torridly hot loveliness coming to a throbbing conclusion with big, thick and rigid-hard nipples at their ends. My nipples are almost like a very young girl's tits beginning to grow, and are without question the most sensitive parts of my upper torso. Wade can cream me in so many ways through manipulation of my titties.Now, I had been studying modeling while in my last year at S.C., as well as taking up an unusual sport for one with such loveliness as myself. Kenpo Karate. I was a First Brown Belt when I MET UP WITH Mister Wade Saxton, his friends Toby and Talia Simms.I had seen Toby and Talia at the studio on Sunset Boulevard many times, and had occasionally talked with Talia. I had also watched the Kenpo Master, Wade Saxton fight many, many times, but always from afar. The closest I ever came to the handsome half-breed's body was when I looked at his pictures in Martial Arts magazines.The day Wade Saxton took over the martial arts Academy I was attending, was the day I knew what life was all about. None of us, excluding the man who had previously owned the Academy, and Toby and Talia knew anything about Mister Saxton's taking over. And when Ed Steinberg had us all together in the large front training room and told us, the oooh's and ahhh's roared. Everyone was shackled with excitement. I was ready to cum!Wade was handsomely attired in an Orange pullover sweater, light blue trousers, with white low-cut shoes. He was a stature of unquestionable masculinity that stopped in front of me. I was close enough to reach out and touch him, and all at once my heart began to throb and my clitoris-a live fuse-yawned awake, then began to quiver. I couldn't believe a man could be so beautiful. I knew all about his martial arts abilities, just like everyone else. But that was not what concerned me right then. His skin was tawny beautiful, and his coal black hair was in big thick curls touching his shoulders. His flashing gray eyes were ever so erotically appealing, it was like God turning on the lights in the Universe when he looked at me. He was turning on a soul I never knew I had, a life I had never lived, a love I had never owned, a passion and desire I had forsaken. Goddamn, the bastard was fascinating!I remember he told us all to sit where we were, because he wanted us to be comfortable while he told us of his policy, and the changes we could expect to be made.Now, I was in the front row, and right in front of Wade. When I sat down and looked up, the only thing I saw was the print of his beautiful cock sitting there on the left side of his trousers against his left thigh.I had never seen a cock other than that of a small child, and I had no idea what one looked like in reality when attached to a fully grown man. Therefore, the size of Wade's cock didn't strike me as being anything unusual, and no more than any other man had. That was how little I knew about the male anatomy and attributes, particularly the private ones. But, seeing that beautiful cock's print right there in reach caused me to tingle all over, and my mouth watered. I felt like I was going to shit and piss at the exact same time, and couldn't understand why. I had pissed earlier, and also taken a good, healthy shit. Then I remembered I had dreamed of a real cock once, with all kinds of dimensions, from a very tiny to an exaggerated large. I was looking at the exaggerated large in reality right then.After telling us he was going to get our behinds in top physical condition, and how it would be done, the beautiful man with the big beautiful cock asleep on the left side of his trousers, walked away to get into his G.I.s. Ed Steinberg started us out stretching.So, that was Wade Saxton in person; the man who just had to be the ideal dream-man of every young chick and a helluva lot of old hens who had seen him. He was absolutely terrific. I could feel his kingly cock bursting my pussy hole wide open right then. I even thought I felt it plunging off into my mouth and throat, then on up into my asshole. Christ! I was going to cum if I kept it up. Gosh! Could I give him my little ole cherry to pop? Ooh, shit, that sounded good, and felt even better. Waaaahhhhoooo! I could do it! I could let him break into my body! He could be my first! He could be my last! Fuck, he could be my everything! Waaaahhhhoooo, look out, little cherry. Virginity: lost, but never found, would most likely be the way it would end up between Mister Saxton and lil'l ole me."He's somethin' else, ain't he?" Talia said to me, as I was doing a complete split, all the way down to the floor. It was quite easy for me. I'd practiced it all of my life."Doesn't seem real," I told her. I was so excited my cunt was boiling my juices."Well," she grinned, "he's not only real, but single. No girl friend at the moment, and er, you're without a fella. And, Toby and me just happen to be very close friends. Want an intro?"I felt a sharp pain at the end of my clit, then pure ecstasy."Why not?" I smiled."Hey," grinned Talia, "see that beautiful cock of his?""er, huh," was all I dare say. Then added, "Yeah!""How would you like to go to bed with something like that up in your cunt or your ass, huh?"Waaaahhhhoooo! Was she ever uninhibited, I thought. In my asshole? Was she kidding? All of that hunk of meat with no fat?"I bet you can just get your mouth over it," Talia went on. "I've seen it when it's hard, baby. Beautiful! Is it ever beautiful. Toby's not far behind. Give my jaws a real workout!"Asshole? Mouth? Jaws? I knew what she was talking about, but hadn't the slightest idea how to answer her."Er, I suppose you know him quite well," I said."Know him?" she smiled fully. "We live with the guy! You mean ... how well do we know him....""Quite well, I suppose," I said, meaning that she had let him fuck her cunt, asshole and mouth for her."Not that well, Yo-Yo," she said honestly. "I've got what I want. I've always had it. I always will.""Toby?""My man, baby. MY man!"We looked up and saw Wade was standing right above us with gold satin G.I.s on and his Black Belt. He look "smashing," as the British would say. My little pink beast, my clit, fainted, and my cunt was about to vomit up an orgasm. But there was no sign of his glorified organ showing. Since men in martial arts all wear protective cups, I imagined his was sitting in a very special one, designed especially for him. There couldn't possibly be another cock as kingly as his!He knelt down in front of me, with his eyes intently observing my perfectly executed split, and he noticed I was in no agony at all."This is Keah Yolanda Yvonne Tatupu, Wade," Talia said."Hi, Keah," he said to me. "You seem to be comfortable in that position. Are you?""Er, huh," I managed to say to this bronzed god. I wanted to kiss his sexy mouth with my entire body."You know the SWORD SET?" he asked me. LONG #5? STAFF SET? LONG #4? TRIDENT SET? FINGER SET? MOVING FINGER and your twenty-one Brown Belt Basics?""Er, huh?""All sixty techniques?""All sixty.""How far are you along in your Black Belt Basics and techniques?""All fourteen basics and eight techniques.""How well do you know them?""As well as I've been taught.""Good! You seem to be one student I'm not going to have to shape up or ship out. And you're pretty, too!""Thank you," I smiled."Can we talk later? Privately?""If you like.""I like. Oh, er, you married?""Nope.""Then let's make it very private.""Okay," I cooed."And, er, don't stretch anything out of place," he said, as he stood up, giving me an oblique, amorous look.Talia, who also had the face and body of a photographer's model winked her baby-blue eyes at me when Wade walked away. Then she said, "Don't screw up, Kiddo. He doesn't take to girls that easily. You're obviously something special. He'll give it to you good. Maybe he'll even cum for you. Just be sure if it's in your mouth you don't waste it. He goes crazy when it's wasted! And I don't blame him. Any broad with a truly good sense of taste would never waste that rich, thick and delicious cum, Baby. Right?"What the fuck was she talking about? Him cuming in my mouth? Ah, shit! Did men do that? Or better still; did women like for men to do it? Was that a part of love making? Hell, I didn't know from shit. So, since Talia seemed to have all the answers, I assumed getting dicked in all of those ways was part of physical love, and it was alright, and I didn't give it another thought.It was a Tuesday evening in July, and the academy at that time didn't have air-conditioning. And, like all Tuesday nights, it was physical training. Only with Wade to those not in good condition it was more like doing everything at once. There were some of the previous instructors, Blue and Green Belts who did not even do the five minutes of running in place for Wade. And the master gave them hell. I mean he really talked about them and their poor physical conditions like crazy. I thought several times he was going to smack a couple of the guys. But instead of doing anything physical to them, he told everyone who could not go through his training routine, he would give them three weeks to get into shape, and if by then they weren't, they could find another school. He told them they were not living up to their terms of the contracts they had signed, and were wasting their money. He added, he did not need their money, and would not accept it if they were not learning and maintaining a certain level of physical fitness, and that went double for all instructors."Tough guy," one of the girls was saying in our dressing room. "He expects us to be like him. He can kiss my fucking asshole!""We aren't the ones to complain to, bitch," Talia told the girl. "You got troubles? Tell'um to Mister Saxton or keep your fucking mouth shut, I'd hate to be the one to have to close it for you: you be a helluva time getting it opened again.""You go to hell, freak!" the angry girl said, then picked up her bag and switched out.Freak? Yeah, I'd say Talia had to be from what she was telling me about sex. However, all she had said to me, appealed tremendously to my sexual nature. It just seemed right No one had ever touched me; no man or boy had ever put his hands on my titties or my hips and especially not my split beaver. But I was filled with ecstasy and passionate desire to have all of these and more things done to me.When I was dressed, Talia looked up at me with roving eyes, then she said, "You fill out that capri set like a photographer's model." She pointed to my breasts. "Yours?""Sure. They look false?"She shook her head. "Naw. Just obscene! You're gonna knock Wade right out of his no-cum-habit.""Beg your pardon??""He doesn't like to cum," she told me. "Says it's not worth the energies he has to put out. But, he likes making all kinds of love. You can get his cum I bet. Make him give it to you, shit.""I see." Only I didn't.We finished in the dressing room and walked out. Wade was waiting beside one of the kick bags. He turned his smiling face to us."You don't look that way in your G.I.s" he told me. "You a model or something?"'Yes," I replied. "Photographer's model. And you're very kind. Flattery?""Hardly. I'm only a man.""A very handsome man.""And you're sexy as hell." His eyes were burning holes in my top, as he peered intently at my thick nipples pressing against the fabric. "Beautiful as they come. You busy?""Er, I, we, well no ... ""Good. How about dinner?""I, er, have to, er, to go, er, and, er, er shower....""Poor excuse," he cut in. "Just tell me you're not sleeping around, and I'll understand.""Huh?" Damnit, I was so dumb I could have killed myself."Well, you obviously have a good lover," he told me. "Nobody like you I've heard of before ... is free.""But I am," I said, almost pleading for him to ask me again."Oh, I get it," he grinned. "You just don't give it up on your first date, is that it?""Why, er, I, well....""It's alright. You got a car?""Yes, but not here....""Then permit me to drive you home."Okay.""I'll see you guys later," Talia said when Toby came up behind her and took her in his arms and gave her titties a big, hard squeeze. Shit, that looked good!"See you," I forced myself to say."Take it easy," Wade told his two blond-headed friends."Of course you're kidding," smiled Talia, winked her eye, and walked out with Toby still squeezing one of her tits and nibbling at her ear. I was really excited behind all of that action.Wade and I walked quietly to his new Lincoln Continental he had just bought. He opened the door for me and I got in. He went to the driver's side and got in under the steering wheel."Where to, loveliness?" he asked my sweetly.Well, I tell you what; I may have been dumb about sex, but I was not just plain DUMB. I know a man like Wade Saxton comes along just once in a girl's lifetime, if at all. Being a virgin and raised by a strict family, I knew nothing at all about life. But I was sexy and beautiful, and I wanted Wade Saxton. I had already made up my mind he was the one, and I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me, whenever and wherever. I felt for sure I was living out my last moments of virgin-hood."So, I said, "Hey, I, er, I don't have to do anything special. And I am hungry.""Would you consider eating at my place?" he asked. "There'll be other people there, so you won't have to worry about me stealing your goodie. How about it?""Who said you'd have to steal it? And your invitation sounds great."Since Wade lived up on Bassey Street, overlooking all of Los Angeles, it was quite a drive for us. But he didn't talk about fucking or anything about sex. He talked about how I felt being a model, and being involved in martial arts. In those early days of our relationship I only knew of a few young women who were remotely interested, and they were considered to be an elite class of females, mostly very manly, even lesbians. I told him I worked hard at it for years, and I thought whenever I won my Black Belt I would have rightfully earned it.He also surprised me when he told me he was also a photographer, and was thinking seriously of starting another magazine. He owned one KENPO: FIST LAW. His mind was set on a magazine to compete with the likes of PLAYBOY and other girlie magazines. He would call it Ethereal. It would be different. Although sex would be suggested and revealed, and sexuality explored in depth, it would not be all sex, and pornography was not even hinted, even though the naked bodies of sexy young girls would grace many of the pages each month. Wade's idea of pornography meant those who used and abused sex to the point of preying upon the weaknesses of others for a buck, otherwise it was not pornography.What interested me most of all about his idea was his ideals for Cover Girls, Centerfolds and Calendar Girls. He said I would probably be the most interesting Calendar or Cover Girl anyone could ever hope to photograph. I thanked him kindly for thinking of me in that light, and by then he was pulling into the driveway at the house.There was a big green lawn out in front with a steel wire fence surrounding it. The lawn was beautifully green, with shrubs growing down the walkway, around the side of the fence, and some against the house. Lovely flowers were also planted in various spots in the lawn to add to its beauty."It's beautiful!" I exclaimed."Wait'll you see the back," he told me, getting out of the car.He was the perfect gentleman, He came around and opened the car door for me and helped me out. I thanked him, and he took my hand and we walked together beside the house into the back. And I had to agree with him; it was more beautiful.There was a heart-shaped swimming pool in the center of the green lawn, and a beautiful rose garden all around the side of the high brick wall. There was also a patio and furniture, a barbeque grill, a bar and plenty of furniture for sunning or relaxing.We smiled as we entered the back door, then I was shocked at what I saw. Talia and Toby were nude on the living room floor, and she was really giving his cock a good sucking. He was moaning, grunting and pinching her nipples. I almost came just by looking. Then she spit the mammoth dick out of her mouth, licked her lips and smiled. "Sorry," she said more or less apologizing. "My brother's cock was in my throat!"Brother? Cock in her throat? Was she kidding me? Was I so dumb? Incest? Waaahhhooo, the things some people did. Waaahhhooo!"Er, its alright," I managed to say, holding onto Wade's hand, wanting him to hurry up and get me out of there. I was going to cum any minute! Damn, I sure needed to be laid badly. I knew it for sure right then, and wasn't about to deny myself the pleasure of having Master Wade Saxton pop my cherry box open for me. My panties were getting soaked with my passion juice right then, and my cunt was pleading for his kingly cock to break into it. All the way in!"You can shower here if you like," Wade told me. "As you can see, we're a family.""That's beautiful," I said."We think so. We've seen HAIR about thirty times at least, and we agree with it, and disagree along with it, too. So, we do as we feel. But, er, we seldom smoke. You?""Er, no.""Grass, I mean," he smilingly said. "Er, no. Not even cigarettes.""Good.""What?""You. Look, after you've had your shower and we've eaten, we'll have some fun. If you want privacy, I have my room.""Er, privacy," I grinned. "Absolute privacy.""Great. We've got roast beef for tonight. You like it?""Love it.""I'll show you where everything is, and let you get yourself all cleaned up. Would you like one of Talia's sheer gowns? Or maybe a baby-doll ensemble? They're all new. She hasn't worn them.""Oh ... Er, alright."After we had toured the house we ended up in the shower area of the bathroom together. And I didn't have the slightest idea Wade was going to shower with me until I noticed he was undressing. I didn't want to appear dumb and inhibited, so I just got out of my things as if I had done it a thousand times before. Then I turned and saw his cock. The stem of a god! The wand of a king! A miracle worker!He boldly stepped past me and turned on the water, smiled, and I stepped out of my panties and into the shower. He looked at the thick patch of black flaxen hairs around my pussy and nodded his head approvingly."You're apparently a healthy girl," he told me. "You've managed, with the help of Mother Nature, of course, to grow two heads of lovely hair.""Oh?""Jesus!" he exclaimed, handing me a shower cap while he stared at my breasts. "If I wasn't seeing them with my own eyes, I'd swear they were false. Er, you gonna let me enjoy 'um?""Sure," I told him, stepping under the water, and he took me at my word.As soon as we were under the water together, his hands came upon them. I had my hands up at the time, stuffing my hair under the shower cap. His hands surrounded my titties and gave them a delightful squeeze.