Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories…. Part 2 – The Video Store Recap of Part 1 (Found my Married next door neighbor masturbating to a movie I left in her house. Then she spent the whole day sucking my cock around her house. Then I left her instructions to wash my clothes, not kiss her husband when he got home from work.) Part 2~~~ I watched Brenda naked body jiggle as she walked out of my view. A few minutes later, I saw her husband Frank walk by his kitchen window. He reached into the fridge to get something to eat. I walked upstairs to my room. I still had a big smile on my face as I reached into my closet to get my silk bath robe. It was red, with black trim. It reminded me of an old time Playboy robe. I looked in the mirror to see myself. My cock was already semi hard thinking about what just happened. I almost could not wait for Brenda to bring over my laundry. I wonder how long it would take for her to come over. About an Hour later. I heard a small knock at the back door. I got off my black leather chair in the living room. I was not sure if she would knock on my front door or the door to my back yard. I walked into the kitchen. I pulled the d****s back. I looked through the glass in the back door. I smiled. Brenda was standing inches from the door. She had her left foot on the 3rd wooden step. She was wearing exactly what I left on her bed. She had the small blue shirt on. It was stretched over her large breast. The "V" in the middle showed off her deep …
Husbands Tale – later
So you won't get bored with these stories, let's fast forward ahead 4 years. We had gotten married and bought a cool duplex. I didn't want her to feel like she had to work so she worked part-time and enjoyed herself too. When she had moved down from OK. she had told me something I'd never heard of before: A hot girl actually responding to stupid guys who tried to flag them down. If you do that to hot girls, do not be dissuaded by any one. It's good healthy stuff and sometimes you get lucky. red She had been flagged down by two black guys in a new Eldorado on Hwy 75 about where it crosses the River. She talked to them, got in their car, and went to the nearest motel and fucked both of them for about an hour and half. Then they took her back to her car and she went on. She said she loved it because it was just cool and naughty and now she was full with two cum loads in her cunt. She liked to put her fingers into the wetness and play with clit and lips while she drove. She didn't wait for them to call the next day. She called them and did them both again and continued to see both of these black guys for the nearly year and half before I met her. One night, I was home from work when she came in from shopping. By then, I'd replenished her wardrobe to sexy little pullover dresses, tight tights, crotchless fish-net and six inch pumps. She killed 'em every time she stepped out. Well she had on only this skimpy sheer yellow dress. I had convinced her to try going without panties some …
Sex is part of life.
My name is Switry. I am a Hindu married woman with 3 c***dren, all school-going boys. My husband, Paran, is a mechanic and employed in a factory. We live in our own house in an industrial area of a newly developing city. As it happens my next day neighbour woman Geeta made me her friend. She had a girl of 8 yeras and a boy of 4 years. Her husband runs a provision store and they are quite well of. Bye and bye Geeta turned to talking about sex. She was most beautiful and I greatly admired her to be her friend. She used to engage me in chatting and telling sex stories. That started making me turned on and making me wet in my pussy. Geeta was a sexy woman. She cherished sex and found ways to satisfy herself one way or the other. She had made me a lesbian but I started longing for a good cock to cool the burning sex hunger in my genitals. There was tailor, a young boy working in a nearby shop to where we lived.I asked Geeta if she could seduce the boy for both of us. Geeta liked the idea and had a friendly chat with him. She had some covers to be stitched for her furniture and engaged him to do the work in his part time. She would offer him to have his meals with us and also evening tea with good snacks. His name is Bhajan and he became our friend. One day Geeta engaged him to tell about his dreams and if any girl had ever taken interest in him or if he liked a girl. Bhajan took a deep sigh and said: "I am a poor boy and have yet to stand on my feet." He had never even …
Sex Without my Husband
Sex Without My Husband Hello, my name is Nicki, married with three c***dren. My husband always tells me I'm a knockout. I have some of the not-so-great leftovers from having my babies but I try to keep in fairly good shape. I have shoulder-length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a great pair of boobs and smile. My husband is always telling me I am a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be proud to call his wife. It is funny the effect one person can have on another. Take my story for instance. I have been married to my husband for about a year or so, and during our time together, my husband has been having this fantasy of watching me having sex with another man. Over the time we were dating and during our marriage I did, however, tell him some stories of me with other men while we had sex. I thought he was jealous of the guy I was still fucking while he was still on active duty and away. He said he was not but wished he was that guy with me and knew that I wanted Chuck with me rather than the man I used for sexual needs. I could not believe how much it would turn him on. The more I complimented these men on their size and what they did with me, the more interested he became. It was not his interest in the size of other men but the effects they had on me at the time and his comments gradually began to influence my thinking and curiosity. One evening while we were making love Chuck started sharing one of his erotic sex stories. He mentioned a friend of his from …
Husband wanted to watch
They say that twins share a special bond. The fact that my twin brother and I both turned out to be bisexual seemed to support that theory, in my mind at least. I am a very friendly outgoing person, had a great childhood, cheerleader in high school and then later in college. Never liked the education part of school but did okay on the social side. As for my sexual side, I was always curious and although I never considered myself overly sexual, I did like to try new things. In some cases that can lead to complications but I never really cared what other people thought about my decisions. If we did that none of us would try anything. The opinions of family and friends, that is what matters to me. I met my husband through a friend who was dating another guy in the air force. We hit it off right away and when I told him I didn't really like the idea of dating a man who was away most of the time, he assured me it was just it was just a career move. His plan was to eventually work with one of the major airlines. So I fell in love. When I married Jack two years ago, he was aware I had been experimenting with other girls for about eight years. He was okay with the idea which kind of surprised me but he said he never saw another girl as a threat. It was more of a turn on for him and me. So I continued my encounters and shared my stories with him while he was away. It worked out very well for all of us. When he came home from his first trip abroad, he expressed an interest in watching …
Her Husband Watched in Horror – BBBBTS
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories….BBBBTS I was getting out of my SUV. I motion for my friend to get out of the passenger seat. Ace worked at a tattoo shop in town. I sold him a computer last year. He owed me a favor. "Buck… Is this the place? Should I get my needle and ink?" said Ace. "Yes! She's right inside. She can't wait." I said. He smiled. "She really wants your initials on her breast and ass??… Wow! That's my kind of woman." said Ace. I smiled. 'Yeah! I'll show you were to put "BK" on her. Thanks once again." I said. I knocked on the big red front door. "Knock! Knock!" Before I get ahead of myself…. It all started about a week ago… I just parked my SUV in the back lot. I got out. I started walking toward the hotel bar. I was out near the airport. I just got off working a long day. I was tired, but need a drink before going home. Thursday is lady night at this bar. There usually a good crowd after 9pm. I was wearing some simple tan cargo pants. A long white button down shirt. I pulled up the long sleeves. I changed shoes after work. Now I just had some white canvas tennis shoes. I was not wearing under wear or socks. I left them in my office. I checked my watch as I walked into the small bar. The place was half full. I took a seat at the end of the bar. I ordered a beer. I then looked around. I saw a few girls walking around the bar. There were a few people playing pool. Some were watching a game on TV. A few people were on the dance floor. The music was not …
Meeting an older couple online and using the wife as my sex toy
Quite frequently I get messages from "couples", asking me if I'd be interested in having sex with the wife. Typically, these are sent by bored husbands without the knowledge (or interest) of their spouses, so I either ignore them, or, when I'm feeling generous, tell him that I'd only talk with his wife, if she's really interested. That'll usually end the conversation (except that one time when someone tried to impersonate his wife – unfortunately, she made the same grammatical and typographical mistakes that he did, but that's another story) so I was quite surprised when I got a message from Helga. Her husband Gerd had sent me the usual, telling me about how his wife was curious about having sex with women and he'd be thrilled if I was on board with her. I told him I'd be thrilled if she would contact me herself and not have him handle all her communication, thinking I'd never hear from them again when a day later I got an email. "Hello," it read. "My husband already wrote you about me, so I'm just writing back to say I really like your stories and am curious about female on female. Please write back if you're interested." Attached was a picture of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote "for Anna" with the date of the email. Surprisingly, it seemed to be real. I set a date with Helga to meet in a chat room. She told me her husband was very submissive, and even though she's not really the dominant one either, she plays the …
Stories of Lizzy Chapter 1
Lizzy let herself fall on to the couch, weary from all the household chores that have occupied her for the better part of the morning. She closed her eyes as she felt the tiredness and dread wash over her. Not the tiredness or dread of household chores, but that from a simplistic and mundane lifestyle. Every day, her life revolved around the usual works of cleaning and washing. The little reprieve that she could afford herself was a nice afternoon alone at home, sitting by the pool or windowsill, with a nice cup of tea and a good book. Things were worse now, that her husband was out of town for a business trip for 2 weeks. Boredom was as sure as her feeling older than 42. But recently, she preferred the pool, for it gave her an excuse to be in that tiny bikini she bought at the store a month ago. The pool on the ground level of her apartment was a perfect place for her to parade her body. Subconsciously, she dreamed of attention, the attention given to her firm and tanned body, her cute ass and perky breasts. She loved how the guys would stare from the corner while she pretended to be too engrossed in her book to notice. She craved that attention, which was as absent as her husband. The gaze of other men, seemed to ignite the fuse in her body. She will find her legs spreading and closing unknowingly, creating a pressure on her clitoris as she tried very hard to get back to her book. In most cases, it would end up with her picking her towel and heading home, so that she could …
Crescent City Secrets – Chapters 19,20&21
This is a reposting of my erotic fiction novel, Crescent City Secrets. I have written 3 non-fiction books about my own personal sexual adventures, but I feel like New Orleans is a city full of sex and sensuality and I wanted to tell some stories that didn't have to do with me. I'll be posting the entire book here to Xhamster. I hope you like it. If you want to read more of my work, look for details on my profile. XO – KateCrescent City Secrets by Kate RousseauChapter 19 When she got home, she and Andrew had sex. She kissed him hard on the mouth, reveling in the knowledge that another man's cock had just been on her lips. He fucked her hard and briefly and passionately. But after, when he'd finished inside her and she indicated that she wanted him to go down on her, he balked. “Can you go wash up first, hon?” Haden was turned off instantly. She'd wanted to have filthy, dirty dangerous sex. She wanted her husband to lick her just fucked pussy and make her scream. She wanted to pull his head by the hair and crush his ears with her thighs. Instead, he'd asked her to clean up. She sat down on the toilet with a wet wipe and began to clean herself up, having f***ed a smile for Andrew and saying, “Sure, honey.” As she wiped herself clean of his semen in the darkness of the bathroom, she said quietly to herself, “But honey, as it turns out, you've already got some cum in your mouth.” Back in bed, Andrew went down on her. It felt good, but she faked her orgasm.Chapter 20 “Am I a stuck …
Why I dislike most porn -4: BDSM
I have seen a lot of it – Some is quite good – See here my more than ten thousand favourite videos! I have seen also many videos without acting or directors, why are they always better than pro-porn? I am amazed as pleased by extreme success of the first episode with over fifteen thousands readers! I especially like the serious and lengthy feedback in some of the comments which invoke my interest I ended the third installment of this series of serious essays with my offer of three next subjects I got one vote from one of my dozen muses in a private message to tell more about pleasure spanking I guess that means she wins my plebicit among my dear readers by only one vote to zero: so You lost I will tell about my first muse who taught me everything I know in private messages and her stories I address the confusion in porn about spanking for punishment, a former Anglosaksian educational habit I summarise the standard scenario of a spanking video from the UK or US here for uninformed readers: I can skip first half, often two-thirds: a teacher lectures a teen about breaking the school rules I know from the start how good or bad (mostly the latter) it will be: raised voice and lots of bla-bla I know the dozen reasons for girls to be spanked: being late, caught smoking masturbating or whatever It is all against (boarding) school regulations, so she will receive a severe spanking at bare bottom It is first at her knickers as the English call it, but eventually they come off – bare …
The first time, How I became a Hotwife
I have decided to share here some true stories of what has happened over the last 3 years. I am 32 and been married since I was 24. I have two wonderful children and a great husband. We live a normal life in an upper middle class neighborhood. I am fit and love running, yoga, and mild weight lifting. I am 5’-3”, and around 115 pounds. I have D-cup breast which are full, and my husband says I have perfect nipples, the kind he says stick out just the right amount. 4 years ago we had a party and one of our good friends shared that they were swingers. My husband wanted to hear everything about it. Our friend shared that she liked to be with other men and it made her feel young and sexy. My husband and I have always had a great sex life, and we had never talked about playing around. Over the next 6 months my husband started talking about me sleeping with another man. He said he was not that interested in seeing other woman, but the thought of me having sex with another man really turned him on. And to be honest, it did make me a bit horny thinking about it. I told him to be careful of what he asked for. I was not sure he would really be ok with me having sex with another man. Every fall we have an “end of the summer” party where we invite many friends over. We have a very large area behind our deck where we have a barbeque and some games. We have a building next to our house where we keep our RV and have our lawnmowers and tools. In that building we also have an extra refrigerator …
A Very Good Friend
The local salon had been good to Caty. At thirty-seven, she had built up a nice clientele, and enjoyed the time with her customers. A down-to-earth soul, she enjoyed the conversations and idle chatter while she transformed ordinary soccer moms into PTA starlets. Occasionally, the conversation was therapeutic for stylist and customer alike. Nearly one year removed from her divorce, she threw herself into her work, voraciously learning all the latest styling techniques and trends. Eventually, word spread and Caty was in high demand. Along the way, she had become pretty adept at forgetting her post-divorce loneliness. Lynora was one of Caty’s original clients. A mature and striking brunette, she simply had presence that filled a room. Perhaps it was her success as an account executive at a Big Five consulting firm, or her brash confidence as a woman who knows what she wants, but those who knew Lynora were either impressed or downright intimidated. Rumor has it her ex-husband was the latter. Over the years, the two formed a relationship beyond “client.” Caty appreciated Lynora’s tales of corporate politics, and was fascinated with the gossip out of the executive wing. Lynora, on the other hand, was struck with Caty’s ambition and passion for her craft, and had a soft spot for a recently-divorced woman trying to make it in the world. They were an unlikely pair, but it worked. From time to time, the two would go out for drinks, mostly gourmet martinis. Inevitably, more intimate …
Toris New Life
Tori James a 32yrs mother of two plus her hubbies 17yrs daughter Sammy. Sitting at home watching her soap stories when Sammy runs in the door out of breath and crying her clothes loose and torn. Tori jumps up to see what is wrong when the door flies open and three girls about 18-19yrs are there. Walking in like they own the place they grab Sammy who screams loud. Tori tries to gain some sort of order saying WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH MY DAUGHTER? The oldest of the three slaps Tori and tells her to sit and shut her mouth and maybe they wouldn't harm her. Then the girl stops looking at Tori you can't be her mom your not that old! Yes she is my husbands daughter but she is my daughter and if you tell me what is going on maybe I can help to settle it. Smiling at Tori the girl says OK MOMMY if you want to fix things then we are going to FUCK you, see little tramp Sammy talked my 15yrs s****r into the locker room yesterday and ****d her. Sammy yells I love her I didn't **** her I made love to her. Well see mommy you heard it from the horses mouth so are you going to take it or her? OMG Sammy how could you? Looking at her Tori then looked at the other girls one tall and skinny one looked like the girl next door type but the oldest one long hair big tits one of those type of girls that there looks scream sex and the fact that Tori has never even thought about sex with a women this girl turned her on. Ok settle down here I think I may be able but you need to help …
Aunt Lynn
As with my stories, there's a bit of lead-in. Please judge it as telling a story. If you have read "You want me to do What to your mother", then this is a continuance of that story. I hope it's as well received. I have opened comments. Please keep them relative to this story. This is a sequel to: “You want me to do WHAT to your mother?” A quick synopsis of the first story. Wife asked me to “service” her mother, as her father had a stroke and heart attack, then he died. So for 3 years, she did not have sex. My wife said “No holds barred, but keep it down to every couple of weeks or so. I want to be kept satisfied and mom gets you afterward.” Since “mom” (as she wanted us to call her) married Dad just out of H S, she did not have man experience before hand. Moreover, dad was ultra religious. In their religion, women served the man. They were not allowed to start sex, or be “on top” Just lay there and take it, so to speak. And not work outside the house. My wife and her mom plotted to have me please her, and I taught her many new things which she had not tried (or even heard of) before. Then, after 2 years, MIL died suddenly. Me: Before marriage, I had a few “older” women. When I was about 20 and did TV home service. I serviced many MILFs in the process. This became a symbiotic relationship; they wanted sex (and with a younger man) and I learned from experience how to polish my skills in pleasing women. Older women also know what they want and are not afraid to go for it. …
Meeting Him pt.1
MEETING HIM PT.1 I met HIM online,you know on one of those adult websites.I had been a member for a few years,mostly just watching the videos or reading the stories.I was into alot of kinky stuff and it was hard to find someone with the same tastes.I often felt guilty being online while my hubby was at work,but our sex life had become almost non existent.We are both black and in our late forties.I have a very high sex drive,always have,he did also until about 3 yrs ago.He started taking meds which affected his sexual desires…or so he wanted me to think. We both had been in bisexual relationships before we were married,and I often wondered if he was seeing a man behind my back.Which honestly Id be okay with,if he was honest with me,and not so judgemental towards me.We have been married over 20 yrs and I have never cheated in any way….until now.Ive always been the more kinkier out of the two of us…a quality which he liked at one time…but these days he criticized me for it.We had gone for months without sex…him saying he had no interest,so I turned to porn even more,watching and masterbating.He did not approve of that,saying I should find something to get my mind off sex.Well that was easier said than done,having gone without it for so long,it was ALL I could think of.Whenever I tried talking to him about it he would call me a whore and a slut.So eventually I stopped trying.I began frequenting the chatrooms,mostly talking to other women,thinking that wasnt really …
Making The Sale
Well this one is kind of a long one so guys grab you a beer and a bowl of popcorn or ladies, grab you a glass and a bottle of wine and some cheese and I hope you all enjoy! Let me start by reminding everyone that all my stories are true life experiences of my swinging lifestyle and my open marriage! Some of the names have been changed but all the experiences and encounters really happened and conversations are word for word. A note about cock size. Personally my pleasurable comfort size for a guy inside of me is six to eight inches and I do prefer them thick. My husband is nine inches and I don't usually take all of him! I have had bigger though, once in college with an African American guy that was twelve inches… I couldn't come anywhere near taking all of him and I did let him try a couple of times that night. My husband has a good friend that has eleven inches. He has fucked me well over thirty times and I still have not been able to take all of him. The only way I cum with him is if I hold my vibrator on my clit while he fucks me. I have explained it to him and he is Okay with it… he just enjoys fucking me! To be very honest… I have had more orgasms with guys that have a six inch cocks than I have had with my friend with the eleven inch cock that has fucked me over thirty times. Remember… it's not the size that counts, it's how you use it! Some of you may already know I am a commercial real estate sales representative for a national company. I deal mostly in …
Natasha
Natasha turned another page of the story, and licked his parched lips with excitement once again delved into reading. Natasha loved to read romance novels and short stories, but over time it has gradually shifted from stories about love stories with a frank strawberry. She had not bought a book in the stores, it is to download them from the Internet, printed out and read avidly, while incredibly excited. She liked to feel like the nipples of her full breasts swelling and hardening, rubbing against the fabric of his robe, and pussy at the same time so wet that the lubricant emerging from the swollen genital lips dripping down to the anal hole. At thirty-four years, Natasha never worked, and her whole job was raising c***dren and maintaining home comfort. At the same time it has maintained a good shape, despite the fact that she gave birth to and raised two sons. If before the birth she was too thin brittle, after the birth of her second son, she was suffused femininity, her chest grew, there was a light belly and hips are wider, and the ass at all was her pride, curvy and toned. Natasha lying on the couch and reading a story once massaged often dipped his finger in the pussy asshole. Feeling finger in the hole penetrating the anus even more exciting, and Natasha vtalkivaya finger his ass roughly finished, presenting itself in place once the heroine of the story. Masturbation Natasha brings relief, though short-term, especially since my husband though Natasha fucked in the …
What Happens in Vegas
The following warning is probably not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it does apply to most of my stories. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * It was just before eight o’clock on Saturday evening and Sandra Kowalski was all but dragging her husband, David, by his elbow into the central ballroom of the Blue Sky Casino. “We are going to be late,” she …
My Master
Just so everyone who reads my stories know, these events have happened over 4 years. It is not something that happens every month. I have a journal where I write my thoughts about my encounters. I feel women are more into the moment, and men are more visual. Men can describe events that happened 10 years ago very well, were a woman may just remembered it happened, but with very few details. If you read my stories just for the "sex" story you may be disappointed until you get into the story. This story may be better for you that just want the "sex" in a story. My Master I was asked to volunteer at a local fund raiser for a theatre in a town close by. They were trying to raise money for new chairs and seats. Myself and four other people were asked to head the task of going around to other theatre's and look at what type of seats they had. This was so we could submit to the theatre's board which seat should be selected and then we could get a budget on what it would cost. A man I will call "David" was also working with seating manufacturers to get sample seats. One evening after the five of us had spent the day looking at seats we stop at a bar. We all had a few beers and just spent some time decompressing. We were all tired from driving around in the SUV all day. We all left around 9pm back to our cars. I had to much to drink and said I would call my husband. David said he could drive me home. As we were driving he shared that he had a few sample seats already at his home. He …
Jakes Magic Remote XI – Misdirection
I'm so thrilled with the responses here! If anyone is on Reddit, I've also been posting in /r/timestop and /r/sexystories. This is a long chapter, but I think it's worth it! ————- Jake and Sarah were reading in the living room when the doorbell rang. Petra answered, knowing it would be Katie arriving, and welcomed her in. “Did you eat, Kat? We already did, but there’s some snacks if you want. Oh, you remember my parents.” Katie came around the corner with Petra and smiled. She was wearing a white tee and a tight pair of jeans, and Jake could swear that she’d grown a cup size since he’d seen her last, although that might just be the work of a really impressive feat of bramanship. Her hazel eyes, strikingly incongruous with her dark skin and hair, locked on Jake as she spoke. “Of course I do. Hi, Mrs. Stevens. Hi Mr. Stevens. Thank you for having me.” Petra’s eyes widened a little as she tried not to laugh at Katie’s accidental double-entendre. Then again, the way the girl was eye-fucking Jake, he wasn’t so sure it was accidental. He smiled as Sarah greeted her, then replied. “Hey, good to see you again. What have you two got planned?” Katie shrugged. “A little studying, maybe a board game… you know, whatever comes up. Girl stuff.” “Well, you two have fun then,” Jake replied. “Oh, we will. Thanks again.” As they left, Katie whispered something to Petra that sent them both into a giggling fit. Sarah watched them and frowned. “I’m starting to regret this,” she said …
The Perfect Setup
A young husband decides to seek revenge on a bitch of a wife who is about to divorce him. With the help of an old con artist-card sharp, he creates the perfect setup to con her into a divorce on his terms. But there is always a joker in the deck and things don’t turn out exactly as he had planned. This story goes into a LOT of detail about a game of five-card stud, jokers wild. If you aren’t into card games, it might be confusing– or boring– for you. If so, you might want to skip this one. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, …
One Trick Penny – Chapter 6
Paying the Parking Rate The bar served a decent shrimp dinner, and Quinn appeared to enjoy my company. She was especially amused by the stories of my tricks with my husband. “You’re man is a total freak, but then they all are,” she said in-between laughter. “Don’t get me wrong, my best customers are all freaks; I love those kind of men. They make me money.” “Speaking of that kind of thing, I’d love to know how to give a head like you.” “Ah, you saw the look on Henry’s face when I was sucking his cock.” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “The secret is that your mouth isn’t what gets them off.” “What do you mean? That’s why they call it a blowjob.” “That's what men think. They see you putting their cock in your mouth and it’s a dominance thing. Subliminally, they believe we’re submitting to them. The mistake most women make is to try to shove as much of the penis in their mouth as possible and wind up gagging on it by deep throating. It looks good in porno videos, doesn’t it? However, the real stimulation is what you do with your hands. Cup the balls and work the shaft. The mouth is just a place to hold the cock. The magic is to make the man think he's in control, when it’s really the woman that’s running everything.” I thought back to how she brought Henry to attention. She barely had the tip of his rod past her lips. “He’d swear I’d taken in every inch of it. It isn’t necessary and rubbing his balls is far more stimulating.” “So you controlled the entire thing?” “Men …
Grannys Anal Craving
As I have related in other stories I am a 55 year old male living in Tucson, Arizona. I am really into the over sixty singles scene. Being younger I have acquired a fine stable of 65+ grannies that I bed down on a regular basis. But it’s my Wednesday afternoon Granny Marsha that is one of the best grannies I have ever dated. Every Wednesday this trip fit doll with long shoulder length silver hair invited me over for lunch, drinks and what has turned out to be phenomenal sex. At first we just had good sex; it was satisfying for both of us. Usually, after a swim I would remove her swimsuit as I walked her to a glider swing by the pool. This Wednesday I said “why wait” she sat down and I immediately went down on my knees in front of her and spread her legs. I ran my tongue from her ankle to her upper thigh, kissing and licking her softly along the way. I reached her pussy and spread her legs even further as my tongue found her. Marsha moaned softly, calling out “suck it, please suck it now” and with that my tongue made its way to her clitoris where I began the soft licking and sucking of her clit while my tongue worked on her labial lips. Marsha like most women who got my special treatment went wild and writhed in ecstasy as her hips began thrusting forward to meet my mouth and tongue. Marsha was soon moaning at the top of her voice “Ahhhhh, suck it honey, I’m gonna cum”. Marsha’s body spasmed as her first orgasm hit her like a thunderclap. Her hips gyrated upward to meet my …
Under His Spell
Hi. Please call me Brie; all my friends do. However, should you have the need of an Interior Designer in the Greater Los Angeles area; you will find me listed under my full name of Brianna St. James. Apart from running a successful business, I have been happily married for twenty years and have three children. Only one boy remains at home, and he will be a high school senior this year and off to college next fall. My husband, a construction worker, is a very easy-going, laid-back type of man. This is a second marriage for both of us, and our family is a blended one; his, mine and ours. Only the youngest son is ours. If our marriage is not ecstatically happy, we are at least content with each other and the choices we have made – and we do love each other. I am the more assertive, outgoing person in the relationship and, as my occupation suggests, I am also highly creative. In addition to interior design I write poetry, and I have a burning ambition to write a novel. Someday, maybe – who knows? Anyway, scanning the internet one weekend, I discovered Lush Stories. I had actually been looking for information on threesomes (that’s another story for another day) when I stumbled on Lush. I looked around the site and liked what I saw, so I went ahead and joined. Quite quickly, I decided to see if my writing would go over well. I submitted a poem and anxiously awaited its denial or approval by the moderators. In a very short time, an email told me that my poem had been approved and …