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Misty's Compilation of Letters
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Misty's Compilation of Letters
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Casting Director Spanked and Fucked by Promising Actress

Dear Misty,
I’m an actor in a local community playhouse.  Admittedly, it’s not close to the big time, but we have a nice little troupe and it makes the car payments.

Aside from being an actor, I’m also the casting director.  There’s really not much involved in being a casting director since we use the same people for all our plays.  But, for our latest production, we had to find one more actress, so I had to get busy.

The role I was casting for was that of a naughty wench who has affairs all over the kingdom.  It was a nude role and the actress who usually did our nude roles was VERY pregnant at the time

I scheduled auditions for a Saturday morning and advertised in the local paper.  I made sure I told people it was a nude role in the advertisement, and I was the only one there to keep their comfort level as high as possible.

It wasn’t going well.  If anyone had any acting talent they were either obese or otherwise unattractive.  Of the two hot girls that showed up, only one seemed to have any acting talent and she had a horrible speech impediment.  A stuttering wench would seem to take the focus away from the sauciness of the role.

I was about to lock up when Gloria wandered in.  I’d never seen Gloria around town, which is hard to imagine.  She was 5 feet 11 inches tall with dark straight hair and a figure that would knock your eyes out.  Gloria was, in fact, absolutely stunning.

Of course, that didn’t mean she could act, so I had my doubts as we started the read-through.  She was spectacular.  She could do an English accent and I felt she was transporting me back to Victorian England.  She became the Wench.  I had found her.

To be fair to all the others whom I’d looked at nude, I had to ask Gloria to strip as well.  We were in the middle of building the set, which involves a dungeon, and she noticed a stockcade.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said.  “You let me put you in the stockade and I’ll strip.”

I started to protest, but she would have none of it.  “You want to see me naked, get over there.”

She was the perfect wench, I couldn’t say no.  So I wandered over and let her lock my head and hands in the stockcade.  It was kind of fun.

Gloria kept her part of the bargain and did a slow striptease for me.  Christ, I got a massive boner as she revealed her beautiful tits and then that sweet, shaven pussy.  Her ass was firm and round and she must have heard me gasp a little.

“Okay,” I said.  “That will be fine.  You can get dressed now and let me out.”

She walked over smiling until her breasts were about an inch from my face.  “Now, what fun would that be?” she asked.

Gloria came around behind me and gave me a good smack on the ass.  “You like that?” she asked.

I assured her I did not and I wanted to be released, but she smacked me again.  I did like it, and somehow she knew it.  She reached her hand through my open legs and grabbed my hard dick through my pants.  “I knew you liked it.”  Damn.

Soon my pants were unbuckled and around my ankles with my underwear soon to follow.  My bare ass and dick were hanging out in the wind.  I think she took my belt out of my pants, because I felt the crack of bare leather against my ass.  “Tell me you like it,” she said.  She cracked me again.

The sting made my eyes water but my dick got even harder.  “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I like it.”

She cracked me again.  And again.  And again.  I could feel the welts on my ass rising up.  Then I felt her smooth hands on the inside of my thighs.  They worked their way to my cock and balls.  She pumped me with one hand as she massaged my balls with another.

I could feel her pussy up against my ass, dry humping me as she beat me off.  “Let me fuck you,” I whispered.  “Please let me fuck you,” I begged, a little louder.

She released her grip and opened the stockade.  Gloria ripped my shirt off and pushed me down on one of the couches.  She straddled me and inhaled my dick with her pussy.  God, it was like being fucked by a vacuum cleaner.  Her cunt worked my prick until I absolutely blew like Mt. St. Helen’s.

I told the rest of the troupe that she was good, but raw and that I needed to work extra with her nights and weekends.  We’ve used the dungeon props on each other many times since and I am walking like a man with a corncob up my ass, but I’m loving every minute of it.  This might be our best production yet.

Spanked in Salinas

Fish Slappers Find Fun with Fin

Dear Misty,

You haven’t lived until you’ve been fish slapped.  That’s right, I said fish slapped.

My girlfriend and I make a Sunday ritual of going to the local fish market and picking up a nice size tuna or grouper, taking it home, and having sex.

I know, I know, it sounds sick.  But we don’t have sex with the fish. That would be sick.  And gross.  Instead, we cover the bed with plastic and strip down to our all-together.  Then we take turns slapping each other’s naked bodies with the fish.

Whap, whap, whap.  I can feel my stomach turning redder as my gal wails on me with the scaley scabbard.  I get a hard-on just thinking about it, but that’s nothing to what I get when I tie her down and pound her round ass with the fish. The smell of fresh tuna dripping all down into her pussy, well, it’s more than I can bear.

When we both can stand being beaten any more, we fuck until the hunger gets us, then go out for some sushi.  We tried eating the fish once, but it was a little beaten up.

Hey, don’t laugh until you try it.  Fish slapping.  Or if you live in the Midwest, you might try some flank steak.  It’s gooooood.

Slappy in Seattle

Poor Innocent Guy Bound and Raped

Dear Misty,
I was raped last week and I’m writing to let people know this is a serious problem.  There are gangs of horny women out there roaming the streets just looking for attractive guys like me, and when they sink their claws into you, look out.

I know, I know, you ask how can a seemingly athletic young man be forced to have sex against his will.  Well, let me tell you about it.

It was a little after midnight and I was just leaving a club that was full of skanks.  There was this one cute girl in there that I was talking to, but she disappeared so I decided to call it a night.

When I went outside, I saw her standing at the corner of the building.  She whistled at me and motioned for me to follow her, so I did.  She was halfway down the alley by the time I got to the corner, so I started jogging after her.

I finally caught up to her when the alley dead-ended.  She was playing all coy and was turning me on.  I was just getting ready to kiss her when I heard a noise, so I turned around.  All I remember is a baseball bat heading for my eyes and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in the back of a van, completely naked.  My arms and legs were tied spread-eagled and I had a ball gag in my mouth.  It was hard to see, but I could feel some kind of rope cinched up around my balls and cock.  I was alone in the back and we were heading down some bumpy road.  I tried to scream for help, but could barely make a sound, the ball gag was in so deep.

We slid to a stop and I heard the muffled sounds of women talking.  They threw open the back doors and I hear giggling as flashlights shone in my eyes.  This big butch bull dyke got in the back of the van and grabbed my hair.  “So, you only like talking to the pretty girls, huh?” she said.  “Let’s see how you like this.”

She dropped her drawers and stuck her nasty smelly cunt in my face, working it all over.  She turned and undid the rope around my junk.  She started giving me a blow job.  Nasty as it all was, I couldn’t stop my dick from becoming hard.  Nasty bull dyke bitch then straddled my cock and slipped it inside her, working it slowly back and forth.

While that was going on and I was suffering from disgust and enjoying mild pleasure, I felt some lubed up fingers going in my ass.  They worked the lotion around and then jammed what I surmised to be a butt plug deep into my sphincter.  The combination of being tied up, raped and butt plug combined to give me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

Next up was this cute little girl with tiny tits.  She couldn’t have been more than 18 but she had a little cat of nine tails with her.  She started flogging my limp dick and it sprang to attention.  She stuck it in her wet pussy and fucked me sideways while whipping my chest with that damn nine tails.  I was pretty much drained when a whole group of them flipped me over and took turns fucking me in the ass with a strap-on while spanking my ass red.

When they were done, they dragged me out of the van and left me laying naked in the road while they took off to find another victim.  Even though I came several times, it was a horrible experience and I demand justice.

Violated in Vermont

MAJOR Catfight - Woodsy White Chicks
Beat up on Mexicans

Dear Misty,

My girlfriends and I went on a camping trip last month that ended in a giant catfight between us and an adjacent camp.

We’re mild-mannered chicks usually.  We all go to the same gym together and train in the same kick-boxing class.  We do it for the exercise, but we never thought it would get to a point where we’d have to use it.

Our camp was all set up on Thursday night.  We all took a long weekend so we could commune with nature, roast a few weenies, and have some major lesbo action.  All of us are either full-fledged lipstick lesbos (I guess a couple of us are bi) and our previous campouts had resulted in some memorable orgies, so I was looking forward to it.

We were all too pooped on Thursday to do much of anything, but a full day was planned on Friday with skinny-dipping, naked volleyball, nature hikes and some major cave exploration, if you know what I mean.

Our morning included a hearty breakfast, then we hiked over to the waterfalls where we had a blast swimming, diving and laying on the warm rocks in the sun.  About lunchtime we made our way back to camp and were surprised to find another group had set up not 50 yards away from us.

We tried to ignore them, but with their music playing so loud it was a little difficult.  So, after lunch we thought we’d go over and try to reason with them.

They were a group of Mexican chicks from the inner city, and they weren’t about to be reasoned with.  They called us skinny ass white bitches, used a bunch of language we didn’t understand and basically told us to get lost.

We went back to our camp with our tails between our legs and tried to ignore them the rest of the day, but it was too difficult.  That night, with a little liquid courage in us, we planned our attack.

They had been drinking all day, so we waiting until well after midnight when they quieted down and made our move.  We snuck over and quietly pulled up their tent stakes, and wrapped them up like cocoons in their own tents.

The Mexicans were yelling and screaming and swearing as we beat them with baseball bats until all the noise stopped.  Just like a big burrito, we unfolded the tents and dragged their sorry asses out of there.  They were so stunned and drunk they didn’t even put up a fight.

We stripped them bare assed naked and slung a bunch of roaps over the branches of some might oaks.  “You’re not going to hang us, are you?” One of them asked.  That was pretty funny.  No, we just bound their hands together and  pulled them taught.  It looked like a Pinata party with a bunch of hot Latinas standing on their tippy toes with their bare asses and tits swaying in the wind.

We kept drinking and got a little braver, so we started having some fun.  We all took our clothes off as well and abused those poor girls.  We switched their backsides raw and fingered, licked and sucked them until they came in front of everyone.  One girl came so hard I was afraid she was going to die, or the branch was going to break.  She squirted so hard she almost put out the campfire.

The night went quickly as we spanked and slapped and sucked them until we all couldn’t stand it anymore so we went to bed.  The next morning we awoke to the sounds of a bunch of chicks screaming.  It was far too noisy there, so we packed our stuff up and headed home, making sure we waved to the bitches as we left.

It was not the most sexually rewarding campout I’ve ever had, but it sure was fun.  Plus we have stories for the next 50 years about the time we kicked the shit out of a Mexican gang.  I just hope they can’t find us.

Wild in the Woods

Big-Time Jack-off Gets French Whack-off

Dear Misty

I’m a high school junior who likes to jerk off a lot.  I know, what junior doesn’t?  But I like to do it all the time.  I can’t really control myself.  Sometimes it gets me into trouble.

My French teacher is really hot.  She is like 25 years old and studied in France and she is beautiful.  She has long brunette hair, great big boobs and has this cute little French accent that drives me wild.

I was sitting in the back of glass last week when she started conjugating verbs on the board.  She wore this tight sweater and tiny dress that accentuated her fine ass.  I swear every time she reached up I could see just a hint of an ass cheek.  It was wonderful.

Being in the back of the class has its advantages.  I glanced around and no one was looking at me, so I pulled down my zipper and released the hog.  I wasn’t planning on taking it to climax, I just wanted to stroke it a little.  It felt good.  I closed my eyes and leaned back and listened to the teacher.

“Je ne sais pas… comment allez vous…  Mr. Jenkins.  MR. JENKINS.”

Holy crap, I was Mr. Jenkins.  I opened my eyes and saw the whole class turned around and looking at me.  I sat up quickly and hit my pecker hard on one of the bars that support the desk.  It hurt like hell and my eyes watered, but I did my best to answer.

“Yes, Maam,” I replied.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.  I thought I was whacking off, but this was one of those times where truth wasn’t necessarily the best policy.

“I find it helps me remember, Ma’am, if I close my eyes and concentrate.”

She just looked at me with a raised eyebrow while the class giggled.  Ah, saved by the bell.  Everyone got up and headed home as it was the end of the day.

I managed to work my dick back into my pants without too much commotion and grabbed my books.  The teacher stepped in front of me and blocked my path.  “Hold on a minute you.”

She went over and locked the door and pulled down the shade.  “I noticed you seem fond of touching yourself,” she said.  “Do you think that’s appropriate in class?”

I thought about plausible denial, but I was busted.  She had seen me stroking the old salami.  “No, ma’am,” I said.

“Well, I could send you to the principal’s office, in which case he’ll have to call your parents and everyone will know, or,” she licked her lips a little, which made me slightly uneasy, “we could deal with it here.”

I didn’t know what she had in mind, but anything was better than my parents.  My mother still hadn’t gotten over walking in on me when I was jerking off with her hairbrush up my ass a few months back.

“Here,” I offered.  “Let’s deal with it here.”

“Very good,” she said.  “Take your pants off.”

I thought she said “take your pants off.”  Are they allowed to say “take your pants off?”  I didn’t think so, but when I saw her grab a ruler out of her desk, I didn’t stop to question.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my trousers quickly.  “And the underwear,” she said.  I complied and was standing there with just a South Park T-shirt and socks on.  She took the ruler and slowly walked around me.  She used the ruler to lift my rather sizeable dick up.  “Nice,” she smiled.  I smiled back, then she gave my dick a good whack with the stick.

Crap that hurt.  “Now bend over and grab your ankles,” she said.  Anything to keep from getting whacked on the wiener again.  I bent over and she started wailing on my ass with that ruler.  “We won’t whack off in my class again, now will we?” she asked.

I grunted no, trying not to cry as my inflamed ass caught on fire.  Christ, this bitch was a madwoman with the dick and ass whacking.  Maybe I should have told my parents.

Then, as quickly as she began, she stopped.  I was still bent over as I didn’t want her to see my tears.  When I finally did stand up, she was standing naked in front of me.

“That was your punishment,” she said.  “Now here’s your reward.”

She pushed me back on her desk, then bent over and started sucking on my sore cock.  The way she sucked and pumped and twirled around the head with her tongue made me come almost immediately.  Despite my frequent dumping, I must have had a gallon of cum in me and she licked it clean.

Being a young man, I like to think I bounce back quickly.  She laid on the floor with her legs spread and just smiled at me.  I’m not an expert at eating pussy, but I gave it my best shot and think I did okay.  She was at least moaning and squirming a little. 

“Are you ready yet?” she asked.  I was more than ready, and took that as my cue to enter her.  Cumming early from the blow job made me last even longer and I brought her to a shuddering orgasm.  We lay there on the floor together for a few minutes before she gently kissed me, got up and we both got dressed.

“Now, if you tell anyone about this, the wiener will get a whack again, yes?” she asked.

“The wiener will get a whack again, no,” I laughed.  “That hurt like hell.”

We haven’t spoken about it again since, but I do hang around and offer to clean her easel, just in case she’s ever in the mood again.

Jack-Off Jenkins

She Kissed a Girl and She Thinks She Likes it

Dear Misty

I kissed a girl and I think I liked it.  I know that’s a hot song right now, but man is it true.  I may give up men forever.

For the smart asses out there, I am a woman.  I’m a hot, desirable 22-year-old with a smokin’ body and tight ass.  I work out a lot, so there is just a hint of ab definition going on without the full-blown six-pack abs that I think are gross on a girl.

I was at the club last week having a blast.  This one cute guy kept asking me to dance, then bought me a drink and we were having a ton of fun.  I told him I had to go to the bathroom, and the next thing I know is he’s peering over the top of the stall at me.

Normally, I would have thought that was creepy, but I really liked him and I was pretty buzzed, so I just laughed.  “You’d better get out of here,” I said.  “This is the girls’ room.”

“Then you’d better let me in and hide me,” he said.  “Hurry, here comes someone.”

What the hell?  I unlocked the door and he slid in.  I stood up with my skirt and panties still down around my ankles to make room.  I almost fell over, but he grabbed me and laid a huge French kiss on me.

My knees buckled.  I wanted to fuck him right there, but he got all fancy on me.  He picked me up and my clothes fell off my legs.  He had me stand on the toilet seat while he dove his tongue into my pussy.

I had to grab the top of the stall with both hands to keep from collapsing.  It felt sooooo good.  I’d never had a man who could eat pussy like that, especially in a toilet stall.  I swing one leg over his shoulders so he could have better access. 

After I cummed a couple of times, I told him it was his turn.  Before he could object I had his pants down around his knees.  Then down went the panties.  Hmmmm.  I’ve heard of guys being short-changed before, but this was ridiculous.

I looked up and she just smiled.  She pulled off her shirt and showed me two beautiful, if a bit small breasts.  I laughed and started licking her cunt until she ended up creaming me in the face.

We left the alley and went to my car where we made out some more and have since gone on a couple of dates that were fantastic.  She’s the best lover I’ve ever had, and I’m not missing the cock at all (ever since we bought a strap-on).

Girl-Kisser in Gilbert