Hi all. This is my first attempt at writing so it may be a little short and lacking in polish. Any constructive criticism or suggested themes are greatly appreciated. It was one of those chance meetings that happen every now and again. You run into someone you've not seen for a while, usually in the last place you'd expect to find the. I worked with Louise but she had been missing the last 6 months. She and her husband had been blessed with their second child so she had taken her full maternity leave and had not been back to work that whole time due to the fact she lived quite a ways away. Louise and I always had a little spark between us. When he found ourselves alone in the office, talk would inevitably get flirty or even a little racy, and she'd get this glint in her eye where you knew that she enjoyed the mischief. The fact that both she and I were married meant that our secret little chats never went beyond that, no matter how much we enjoyed them. She was a girl who looked after herself very well, so that even after her first child she still looked amazing. A slim, skinny, graceful build had been improved by a little weight on her ass giving her curves she had slightly lacked before. She let her blonde hair get longer from the nap of her neck to past her shoulders. In short, motherhood really suited her. Because of her health concious habits, I was extremely surprised to run into her in a fast food joint of all places. I was there with my own family, my wife and two …
Cheating
Forbidden Fantasy
It's funny about fantasies. We all have them, but rarely do we get the opportunity to act them out in real life. They usually remain just that, fantasies, something to stimulate our minds and bodies and sit in that tiny area in the back of our thoughts, always hot to the touch but never fulfilled. My story is about a life-long fantasy of mine, one which became sort of an obsession over the years. It was both immensely satisfying and full of guilt, for it involved cheating on my wife with her sister. I still can't believe that I fantasized about her so much, so let me fill you in on some background. My name is Sean. I've been married for 30 years and while sex with my wife Deidre was once robust, it's slowed down to the point where I can usually count on one hand the number of times we have sex in a year. It's been frustrating for me and my thoughts frequently turn to fantasies I've developed over time. One of them, the biggest one, involves my wife's sister. My sister-in-law, Janice, has always been something of a free spirit, always taking her own road and doing things with a sense of adventure. I always admired her. I don't know when my admiration for her turned into lust, though. I suppose it was something which grew over time until it filled my thoughts every time I saw her. When we were younger, Janice had a habit of wearing t-shirts without a bra. While she didn't have the large breasts her sister (my wife) had, hers were very firm with huge nipples which pointed …
Diary of a Naughty Daddy part 4
Recap: While waiting for the opportunity to take advantage of my 18 year old daughter I decided to take my own wife while she was knocked out by her ambien. During this I noticed that my younger 11 year old daughter had wandered down the hall and spied on me fucking the Mrs.’ passed out body. Part 4 I laid in bed thinking about what had just happened. I punished Liz, my wife for not putting out in my time of need by pounding her pussy unbeknownst to her. I was more interested in the fact that Maggie had spied on me and wondered what she was thinking. I wondered if she was turned on by what she saw, whether she could even get turned on, or if she was curious. These thoughts circled in my mind, preventing me from falling asleep. I knew she couldn’t possibly be asleep either and decided to go on a search for answers. I slowly walked down the hall nervous and uncertain about how the following conversation would go, but decided to go for it anyway. I reached her door and slowly opened it as I had done many times before. She was laying in her bed clearly pretending to be asleep, and I immediately called her bluff. “Maggie sweetie, I know you’re pretending, open your eyes” I said softly “Hi daddy, what do you want? Isn’t it late?” “Yes honey, but I just wanted to check in on you. See if you had any questions.” I inquired “Questions… Questions about what? What are you talking about daddy?” She hurriedly responded “I saw you Maggie. I saw you in the mirror… While I was mommy, I …
Karens Hot Green Dress
Karen’s Hot Green Dress It was a quiet day in the office because many of the sales reps and management turds had gone to a regional meeting in Memphis. Of course, a few of the secretaries had to go along… to attend to their bosses’ needs… Yeah, right. I worked in different departments, depending on which one was short-handed or just behind. If a co-worker saw me yesterday, he/she thought nothing of it if I wasn’t at a desk near them, today. So it was a nice Thursday and I was in the break room when Karen walked in. She was carrying a large, green basket of ivy, which was one of several that she maintained in her office and in her boss’ office. “Good morning, gorgeous. Your dress matches your plant… Nice, very nice.” What the hell… it never hurts to flirt a little with a pretty woman, “I like that one even better than the red one you wore a few days ago.” “Well, thank you, kind sir. I like it better, too, but most of the people like the red one better.” “Don’t get me wrong, now. The red one is outstanding, but this one makes you look amazing… or maybe I should say you make it look amazing.” “Boy, you’re just full of it, today. Do you have time to set some plants down for me?” “Well, I AM on break, but for you… I’ll do it.” Her division occupied three offices in the south end of the building. All the others were in the north end. Once a week, she’d take each basket of ivy to the break room, set it in the large sink, and spend a few minutes with each one. She watered, washed …
MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG–Part 1
MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG CHAPTER 1 My wife Jennie and I had always enjoyed a fantastic sex life, beginning when we first met during our senior year of high school. If anything, she was more aggressive and much hornier than I was. She was tall—almost five feet ten inches—and slender with fantastic symmetrical C-cup breasts and a tight muscular ass to die for. She reminded me of the swimsuit models in Sports Illustrated and I wasn’t the only boy in high school who thought that. Jennie was Homecoming Queen and voted most popular yet I was the only senior she ever dated—what incredible luck. I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world when she agreed to go steady with me. I had always considered myself ordinary—six feet, 170 pounds with unruly light brown hair and pale blue eyes in contrast to her natural blond hair and sparkling green eyes. I was thrilled when she agreed to attend the same university as me. My parents weren’t rich; I had to attend a state school. It was good, but it wasn’t Harvard or Yale or even Williams or Amherst. It was just SUNY—the State University of New York at Albany, reputedly the best of the state universities in New York. Jennie’s parents weren’t rich either, but they had more money than mine. They had two cars to our one and they got a new one every three years. Ours had to last for at least six before Dad would even think of replacing it. Jennie had new clothes several times a year. I wore mine until they didn’t fit then they went …
Rainy Day
I hurried up the stairs to your house, braving the cold and the rain getting wetter with every step. You opened the door and the house is warm, always beckoning for me to come in and take my clothes off. You are shirtless and look ready to devour. Unlike my dreams where I am brave, I do not make eye contact. I pause for a moment to take you in and your immediate compliments undo me. I'm wearing your red lipstick today, and you notice immediately so I'm not sure I'll get a kiss hello since I know you want it around your cock. You move closer to kiss me and I know I need it badly. I linger for a moment, hesitant because my hands are cold, but I have to touch you. Feel your warmth radiating out begging to be caressed. And when I do touch you, you don't flinch. We kiss for a moment longer while your hands begin to explore beneath my pants and I kiss you harder. You pull away and lead me back to your room. The door shuts and my mind quiets. You turn me to face you and begin to undress me. I love when you do this, even when it doesn't come easy. This time I am rewarded with how good I smell. You ask me to lay back, and instead of undressing you come with me. You kiss me and my hands immediately wrap around your neck. I am obsessed with how this feels, my hands on your neck or in your hair. You make a comment about me not liking to be kissed and I am in shock. I love being kissed, especially by you and I've never said anything different. While I'm thinking about where this comment …
My Affair with Alison
I am a pretty average guy with two kids and a wife. We live in a small town in Nevada, about 30 miles outside of Las Vegas. If our story got out we would probably have to move. We have been married for over 10 years and our sex life was always boring. My wife Broomhilda (we will call her that) often joked, “I’ll face the wall and think of England.” She was a dead fish in bed and knew it. Don’t get me wrong, the dead fish thing will work if I just need a release. Sometimes I only want that warm wet place. All she had to do was lie still with her eyes closed, let me spread her legs, lube up and slip it in. She didn’t like anything about anal or giving or receiving oral sex. Boring missionary was about it. Her sex drive was low and getting lower over time. That is when I started fantasizing about Alison. It became a lot more than fantasy very soon. That is where my story really begins. Like us, Alison was married with two kids. She and her family lived across the cactus and mesquite lined streets of our quiet neighborhood of flat-roofed, slump-block, Santa Fe style houses. Her husband was a big jock type and I liked to imagine he couldn’t satisfy her. Alison was not a supermodel by any means, but had very nice silky toned legs and very nice ass that I could not help but check out at the neighborhood pool. She was not thin, but not fat. She was a little bit of a jock, running, swimming, and biking. It showed in her toned thighs. She liked to lie out in their secluded backyard on …
I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21
Chapter 21: Lisa Twelve-ninety! I just started at the cold computer printout paper I'd gotten in the mail with shock and horror creeping into my core. I'd studied so long and hard; how could I get so low? I'd studied so long and hard. I knew I wasn't a genius so had no delusions about getting even close to the maximum score of eighteen hundred, but I'd hoped for much better. Twelve-ninety would get me into several good schools, but wouldn't get me the scholarships to pay for it. And without the ability to finance it I'd be stuck with taking a much cheaper college, if I could afford it at all. Sure, I could always take out loans, but I had no credit history and would be solely responsible for all of it. With my dream of being a teacher came the reality that it didn't pay well enough to spend the rest of my life in debt. There was no way my parents would help out, not that I'd want them to anyway. Once I left home I never wanted to see either of them ever again. Right on cue Mom pounded on my door, prattling in her heavily Asian accented and choppy English, "Lisa, you make dinner. I going out." She was no doubt going to the same strip mall she always did to get her hair and nails done. Not that Dad cared what she looked like; when he was home he just drank beer and watched TV all day. Mom didn't even wait for a reply and was zooming off to get chatty with her Asian girlfriends. "What the fuck am I going to do?" I groaned into my pillow. For a moment everything Mister Pressman …
From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 18
From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 18 My Neighbor Coaches I went to the kitchen where I put on my knee length spring coat so that I was covered enough to go out in public and catch the bus. I didn't drive so had to take the bus to the high school and didn't want my neighbors to see me half nude even though I had gotten it on with my next door black neighbor and the black neighbor across the street a few times. They were both coaches, the neighbor across the street the basketball coach and the neighbor next door the football coach. IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ HOW I MET AND GOT IT ON WITH THEM PLEASE ASK ME TO SEND YOU THOSE ADVENTURES. However I also had some elderly white nosy neighbors I didn't want them reporting to my husband what I was wearing or lack of wearing. My new husband Paul and I had just moved into our new home and were living there a few years when our old neighbors the nosy elderly white couples one next door and one across the street moved out. I think they moved into the same senior retirement home. I really didn't care I was just glad they moved. I won't go into detail about my neighbors moving into the two houses but to say they were black and muscular. I found out the neighbors that were moving in were coaches at the high school in the neighborhood. The one across the road was the football coach while the one next door was the school basketball coach. Both coaches were in their early thirties. As you know from reading about my other adventures I …
Shape Shifter chapter 2 & 3
Shape Shifter Chapter 2 During the next few days Jake dropped in at a few folk, blues or country music bars, finding some really nice looking but loniness-driven young women who were happy with the attention, and often as not, after a slow dance with his foot long erection pressing against their bellies, he found more often than not they were curious or horny enough to accompany him for the rest of the evening having their brains fucked out. One was so young-looking, despite her wedding band, when she ducked in to use his washroom, after a few beer just before they went back to Jake's house, he sneaked a look at her driver's license, startled to find she was seventeen, just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday. When she came out bare as the day she was born, Jake had to admit she had the body built like a porn star… She padded over to him, unzipping his fly as she sank to her knees to pull down his jeans and boxers. He was impressed at her technique for her age, but slid one knee between her thighs, so his shin was rubbing against her crotch, her wetness soaking him, running down his skin to his foot. Jake led her to the bedroom, playfully walking on her knees as he shuffled backwardss, teasing her with his hefty foot-long cock. As he helped her up onto the bed, he reached for the condoms, when her hand stopped him… Jake began to protest when she said, "you want to know why not?" Jake nodded yes of course… "I've been married two months, an old perv twice your …
My Aunt My lust
It was those days of my early 20s where my urge to experiment was more.I used to masturbate thinking about the girls from my college, locality etc. Day after day, my imaginations grew more and more wilder. One day , my aunt came to my home. i didn't have any unintentional feelings towards her until I saw her milky boobies under her dress. She had bent down to pick something from the floor , when i saw her cleavage and her milky boobs under her white bra. I was so turned on and amazed that my feelings began to run wild looking at her.I started gazing at her body especially boobs whenever i had a chance. From that day onward, I started fantasizing about her.I started imagining about her milky boobies and started masturbating. After many days , I clicked upon a idea. ie whenever my aunt was at home or whenever she was near me, I started masturbating with my shorts on, without anyone noticing me and I used to sit on the chair innocently showing this erect rod .The erect rod under my shorts , gave a tent like appearance. I made sure that my aunt watches it. I used to sit on the chair , innocently rubbing my penis so that it stays erect. My intention was that , my aunt should see this tent like posture whenever she moved around. After some days, I started observing that my aunt too rubs her pussy ( obviously with her clothes on) in front of me.She made it look so innocent that as if she was scratching due to some irritation. When this happened many times, I realized that she is …
WHORE WIFE 2
WHORE WIFE Part 2 SETTING THE BAIT TO LAND A FAT CAT CLIENT: Two weeks after her baby sitting session with Peter’s horny, incorrigible, domineering young nephew, her boss, Peter Epstein, called her into his office and asked, “Do you remember seeing Felix Schoenberg around the offices a few times and meeting him once?” “Oh God, yes,” she quickly replied, with a grimace and a roll of her eyes, “Who could forget that creep. What an absolutely disgusting slob he is. Just being in the same room with him made my skin crawl.” Peter sternly responded, “I appreciate your candor, and the accuracy of your sentiments, baby, but don’t forget for a second that Felix has inherited enough assets to make him the richest man in California and, therefore, he is someone who I would give my eye teeth to land as a client, and lord knows I’ve tried everything to do so.” “So far I have worked every possible angle I could think of to get Felix to move his business over to our investment banking firm but, unfortunately, nothing I’ve tried has worked. And now, to make things worse, the New York office is putting heavy pressure on me to get the sleazy son-of-a-bitch to give us his business. So, in desperation, I have come up with one last scheme to try to win the bastard over and, since it involves you, baby, I want you to listen closely to what I’m saying.” “Whenever Felix has been here in our offices it’s been obvious to me that he has a thing for you, sweetheart. I mean a real, deep-seeded lust for …
A Night Out – With A Sexy Twist- Part 1
The pub was incredibly busy. The band playing was amazing and had drawn a capacity crowd. My husband and a few of our friends were enjoying some great music when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall with piercing eyes and a physique that made my legs go a tiny bit weak. Broad shoulders and chiseled arms. My mind instantly pictured what was hiding under that shirt. This was going to be fun! I excused myself from hubby and friends to go to the bathroom. On my way back I went via the cloak room to borrow a pen and a piece of paper. On it I wrote, "Nat 0426………. (my number) Message me" I wove my way through the crowd towards this very sexy man. He was with a few mates and as I got to him I grabbed his hand and placed the piece of paper in it. He flinched with a bit of shock and looked down at me. I gave him the most cheeky smile I could muster and directed him to the piece of paper with my eyes. I didn't speak, just walked away making sure I brushed past him firmly as I made my way back through the masses of people to my husband and friends. My heart was racing. He was even better looking up close. My best guess was he was in his mid 20's. He was standing much closer to the stage than our group and when I arrived back it was clear nobody had noticed my little detour. I told hubby that I received a message from Karen (one of my friends) and that she was thinking of coming out. Clearly this was bullshit but it gave me a reason to have my phone out in case I got a message. I did. …
Fun Under the Christmas Tree
I usually don't mind working the Christmas holiday (thank God I don't work in retail). The work is usually light and this year I planned to telecommute from my home office so it didn't seem like work all that much. Plus, I was going to be a bachelor for the holiday anyway so why not work. My wife's youngest brother Jerry — he's a jerk and I refuse to refer to him as a brother-in-law — had invited us over to his cabin for the holiday and following weekend. I work at a small firm and this was my year in the holiday rotation to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Since I was stuck working I told my wife we'd celebrate early on Christmas Eve, then she could take the kids and enjoy a nice long weekend with her family. After a morning of opening presents and a hearty breakfast feast I cooked up for them, they piled into the minivan and took off for the next several days. I think I spent more time on PokerStars than I did on my job, but I got done what needed to be done by quitting time. There was nothing in the fridge I felt like eating for dinner, and going out for Chinese seemed too Christmas cliché, so I decided to hit the grocery store and make myself something nice. It was a couple of hours before closing time and there were quite a few people grabbing items from the gift card rack or poking around the holiday aisle for last-minute gifts. I grabbed some duck breasts, Brussels sprouts, baby red potatoes, and a nice locally brewed ale. I rolled my cart to the shortest line …
Tom Makes an Arrangement With Black Waitress For Something Extra
My name is Tom and a couple of years ago I found a hooker that gave me amazing blowjobs. Truthfully, it is not really fair to call her a hooker. I met Cece at a restaurant that I had frequented for lunch. She was my waitress. Cece was a skinny 19 year old black girl with big D tits. One day we were talking and I could tell she was upset about something. She confided in me that she was having money problems as she only got 30 hours a week and a lot of the customers were poor tippers. She was going to lose her apartment if she didn't get some more cash coming in soon. An idea started churning in my head. I had been married to my wife who is 32 for five years now and even though she still looks great the sex has tapered off quite a bit. I said "Cece you know I always leave you a 20% tip, but I know of something else you could do for me to earn some quick cash." She replied "why don't you meet me at 5:30 here in the parking lot." And that began our little arrangement. I offered her $50 and she gave me the most exquisite blowjob of my life and I got to cum in her sweet 19 year old mouth right there in the restaurant parking lot that day after work. Soon I started meeting her two days a week for a blowjob. However, I wanted more. So I made a deal with her an hour of her time at her place every weekday after work for $200 a week. For that I could get in and out and even occasionally anal. Typically, at first it was just a blowjob and some dirty talk. Eventually, I had started …
Caught but By Who
Hi, I'm Ryan. I'm a twenty-six-year-old male who lives at home with his step mum, dad and his sister. I stand at 6'6" tall, I have brown hair and green eyes. I have an athletic build, not the worst looking in the world. But, I am very shy. I've only been with one girl and since that ended, it’s just been me and my hand. I noticed a male sex toy advertised on the internet not long ago and decided to get one out of curiosity. One Saturday morning, I woke with my usual morning erection crying for attention. I reached down and freed it from my boxers, playing with it and stroking it gently for a few minutes before deciding I should get my toy out for some fun. I reached under my bed and pulled the toy from its hiding place. Finally, once I was set up and ready to go, I squirted some lube onto my hard cock and onto the opening of the Fleshlight. I began fantasizing about sliding my cock in and out of a hot wet pussy; I positioned the toy so that I was in the missionary position. After about five minutes of slowly fucking my toy, I decided to change positions and lie on my back, as if the girl I was fantasizing about was on top. I started off slow again but then began fucking my toy quite fast and could feel my orgasm building. A few more thrusts, and I let out a small moan."Mmm, that was good," I thought. I lay there on my bed for a few minutes, with my cock still in the toy. Just as I was about to slide it off and get cleaned up I heard a creak outside my door. I quickly …
She is the one – Chapter 19 from jashley13
I flung myself out of bed, the tight horror in my chest the only thing keeping me from yelling in shock. I had been kissing Tara…I had been groping Tara… “Jack, what are you…” Amanda couldn’t even finish the sentence. Her eyes were bulging with shock. Shit, why did it have to be Amanda who caught us? “Amanda,” I said, hoping my voice was steady, “Please leave.” “You were kissing her!” “Amanda, keep your mouth shut. Don’t tell anyone.” “You were fucking squeezing her tit!” I turned to her, trying to look as furious as I could. “Amanda, get your ass out of here. Now!” “But—” I took a threatening step towards her and she fled. Would she tell anyone? Probably not. At least for right now. But it couldn’t last. Once the shock wore off, I knew she’d try to use this. She didn’t need ammo. I’d given her the fucking gun. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did it have to be Amanda who caught us?! FUCK! I slammed my hands against the side of my head, digging my nails into my temple. What had I done? How…how could I have done this? I turned back to Tara and realized, with a horrible shock that felt like a punch right to my nuts, that what she was wearing wasn’t exactly going to help my case. She was wearing a very, very tight tank-top that stopped halfway up her ribs and a thin pair of panties. Standard sleepwear, probably, but when I was kissing and groping… It was like a balloon was being inflated at the front of my chest, squeezing my heart and stomach back until it was unbearable. I …
My Photogenic Mom 10 – 11 (corrected)
10 While Harold was out of town Karen had plenty of time to think about the events of the last couple of days. She had taken a couple of days off of work so that her sore pussy and back could get back to normal. She could walk without pain now and the rug burns were healing nicely. Karen had known for a long time that she really loved Harold. She hoped that he loved her as much as she did him. What he was going through now was not easy. Her sister was going to try to fuck him over now that she had caught the two of them in bed. As she thought of Susan, she did have some misgivings about the situation they were in. Susan would never forgive her for sleeping with Harold. Then again if Susan had done her job as a wife Harold would not have gone to Karen. Karen's thoughts had gone back to Harold and the first time they slept together. Just the thought of how gentle he was with her made her pussy get wet. He slid his huge cock slowly into her cunt letting it adjust to his size. As Karen thought about it her hand slid into her panties. Her fingers made their way into her wet slit. Karen realized how much she wanted Harold with her as she started working her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. She could feel herself on the verge of cumming. grabbing her small breasts with her other hand as she fell backwards on the bed with both legs splayed wide apart. Her slender body shook with the force of her orgasm. Karen was still lying on the bed when Harold came home. She had fallen …
Difficult Boy Part. 2
Gretchen Chambers awoke to a pounding headache. She buried her face in the pillow against the painful brightness of the morning sunlight, cursing herself for the amount of booze she had put away last night. Last night… Slowly it came back to her. Her Birthday. Her divorce. The crowded nightclub. The pretty young guy on the dance floor. Making out in a dark corner. Wantonly letting him finger her right there with people all around. Asking him to come home with her… Despite the hangover, she smiled with satisfaction. Her body ached, but it was the good kind of ache, centered around the throbbing soreness between her legs that only came from a night of unbridled lovemaking. She could feel the crusty tightness of dried sex fluids on her skin. Her lover was snuggled up to her, spooning against her back with an arm thrown over and his hand clutching her breast. And something… Yes! His cock! Morning wood, nestled snugly into her ass cleavage, like a hotdog in its bun. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up to morning wood. She reached back and slipped her hand between their bodies to stroke it gently with her fingertips, thrilling in its rigid virility. Immediately she felt a stirring in her loins. A soft moan sounded behind her. Perhaps a little morning sex was just the hangover cure she needed… Now she pushed the cock down, thrusting her hips forward to let the engorged head slide down the crack of her ass and between her legs. Her poor, abused vulva felt …
Riding the Jessie Train
It was late afternoon, and Jessie and her husband were on their way from dropping off their son with Jessie's brother. As they took care of the kid, I checked into a Motel 6 that was just five minutes away from my apartment. I waited in the room for about 20 minutes before the two of them walked in together, Jessie smiling as she pulled off her long, heavy coat that not only kept her warm in the 10-degree weather but also covered up her outfit that would have been inappropriate for most occasions. I smiled back at her, already getting hard from just seeing her, knowing what was about to happen. Her husband and I, meanwhile, barely acknowledge each other. As soon as Jessie's coat hit the floor, I was stunned. Her outfit may not have been quite as arousing as the Santa get-up she had sported last time, but her attire was very boner-educing regardless. She wore a tight, white halter top that almost covered her belly button to go with a dark gray pleated miniskirt that left little to the imagination. For shoes, she donned silver six-inch high heels that showed off her bright pink pedicured toenails, which matched her fingernails. Topping it all off, around her wrist and ankle were the same bracelets she'd worn last time, in addition to just the right amount of makeup on her face that was framed perfectly by her brown hair, which she had curled just slightly to curve around her cheeks and bend outward as it approached her shoulders. Jessie walked straight to the queen size bed in …
The Glass Elevator part 1
A woman gets friendly with one of the men that lives in her boyfriend's building when he goes away on business. ************************** Note: This is one of 11 short stories that I originally ghostwrote for someone for pay, but I ended up buying the rights back to them and have proof as such. So if anyone ever sees this story anywhere else online under a different authors name, all copies to my knowledge were removed, I did indeed write it.
Mother With The Hots Part 3
When Sally returned, both Marilyn and Donny were dressed. As had been his habit during the hotter days, Donny wore his shorts.Marilyn liked that, because there was always the possibility the head ofhis cock would sneak into view. She had selected a wrap-around skirt andcotton blouse. She felt deliciously naked under it, having deliberatelyleft her panties and bra off. The flap of her skirt opened as shewalked, revealing her smooth, long thighs. Sally had not changed from her skin-tight swimsuit, and it seemed toalways be pulled into the crack of her sweet-looking ass. Donny's eyes were hot as he looked at the lovely little blonde, andMarilyn knew how much he wanted to fuck the girl. She felt his desirebecause she too was drawn toward the succulent sweetness. She felt nojealousy because Donny stared almost embarrassingly at Sally, in factshe was amused by his infatuation. Being somewhat wiser than her son,she knew that since Sally had shown her body to him it only required abit more time before Sally would be fucking her son and quite wildly. Despite her fresh, beautiful, innocent looks, Sally had eyes thatsmoldered with eager readiness to fuck. Her eyes flirted not only withDonny, but with Marilyn too. But that came as no surprise to Marilyn,not from what she had heard about Sally and Donny. A girl that age, withher juices boiling, was ready to enjoy either boy or girl. "Why don't you come with us, Marilyn?" Sally said. The use of her first name did not bother Marilyn. She …
My Weakness Exposed
My Weakness Exposed It all happened so fast, I didn't realize I could be so exposed so easily. Completely covered in cum from this experience and also cum oozing out of my gaping pussy. Let me back track first. I'm a married 43 yo professional woman. I have 3 kids and a great husband. I am not at all skinny, I'm a white BBW. Tho my husband is hot as hell and great in bed, he does lack size. He about 6 in. with a nice big head. But I always fantasized about those well built black guys and their huge fat cocks. My oldest daughter who is now 21 has dated only black guys since she was 16. I see them come into the house and catch myself staring at their bulges in their pants. I have sex with my husband but I make believe that its one of these hot guys coming in here and totally wreaking my fat white pussy with their big fat black cocks!! Then it happened last week. My husband had to go away on his once a year Manager's meeting in Vegas. He works for a logistics company. The weather here in New Jersey has been so rainy and cold this December. I was feeling a little down, so my daughter, Amanda, thought it would be a good idea to throw a pre holiday party. My younger daughter was away with my ex husband for the week. I was thrilled that we would be having a party and even more happy that Amanda would be inviting her friends! I went to the local department store to buy a new outfit for the night. I bought a black dress which was rather short considering the size of my ass and the …
Dirty little secret
Firstly, this is a true story. I am a 24-year-old man. I am in shape, have a professional career, am successful so far and have a beautiful girlfriend of 4 months. At this point in our relationship, we decided a holiday together would be the icing on a so far sex-filled honeymoon period cake. A quick look online and we found reasonable flights to Europe, fortunately where another friend was on holiday at the same time; within 2 weeks we were off. Landing in the heat, we quickly made it to our rented apartment, made up for some long overdue, sweaty lovemaking and, after showering, planned our holiday. I fancied a spot of diving, so took the opportunity to book a day visiting the local marine life whilst Rachel would explore the old city. The other days we filled with cultural visits, beach time and eating out amongst the various nearby cities. What I have not told Rachel or any previous partner is that I have urges beyond heterosexual bounds. Being on the beach, I spend more of my time hunting for men in tight speedos, outlining their cock and imagining slowly peeling back the Lycra prison to release the prize meat. One particular day on the beach with Rachel and a friend who we were visiting on this holiday, we pitched up fairly close to the sea and enjoyed a good roasting from the sun. Within 30 minutes, a group of 3 men, all clad in very tight, brightly coloured Speedos, planted their towels behind and very close to ours (the beach was crowded by this point). One of the …