BEST PRESENT EVER: Cheerleader Orgy Note: Although not necessary, reading part one (Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister) will explain how Mathew goes from being a nerdy virgin to a dominant Master over his gorgeous, stuck-up cheerleading sister. Note 2: A special thanks goes to Estragon for his dedication to copy editing my work and making me a better writer. BEST PRESENT EVER: Cheerleader Orgy Christmas was pretty anti-climactic after the gift I gave myself…my bitch sister. With so much of the family arriving and staying with us for Christmas it was impossible to get any alone time to continue my training of my slave sister. I did make it clear that she was suppose to find a way for us to be together on Boxing Day, preferably with her friends. While we were unwrapping presents with the whole nuclear family in the evening, a family tradition that goes back over 100 years, Sandra whispered in my ear, "I got us a rendezvous for tomorrow afternoon, Master." Calling me Master, even quietly, in a room full of family was fucking hot and had my cock revved up and ready to go. I gave her a nod that showed my approval and continued my Christmas unwrapping, my mind already looking ahead to tomorrow's presents. I wondered if she got any of her subs to agree; if so, who? I also wondered if Beth would be there as she was the one I really wanted to fuck. The next couple of hours were chaos, and it was past ten before I got to ask my sister any questions. "So slut, what is tomorrow's plan?" …
Drunken Aunt 2
The sun light shining through the window blinds made me wake. Slow in process, I got up to pull my boxers on and sat back down. With a good minute or so of sitting and gathering my thoughts. I stood back up and headed out. Unlocking and twisting my door knob at the same time, to give no suspicion of why my door was locked. While walking into the bathroom. I overheard my mother and aunt whispering in the kitchen. Closing the door behind me, I can only think of the number of ways to kill me. After brushing and washing my face, I walked out to only be confronted by my aunt. She asked if I heard my uncle come in last night. Trying my best confused look, I replied with a no. Asking why, and how would he have gotten in. Being a single story house, climbing into a window would not have been a hard task to accomplish. In defense of arousing any more investigation. I acted as if a light bulb went off. I told her I remembered waking in the middle of the night to his knocking, to which I lazily opened the door. With a sigh of relief, she thanked me and returned to the kitchen. Once I was dressed in my favorite blue shirt and khaki shorts. I headed to the kitchen in search of something to eat. Opening the freezer, I found we still had a few toaster strudels left. Grabbing the box out, I put one on each side of the two slotted toaster and pushed down. My sister walked in and checked the school calender we had on the fridge. While reading the upcoming meals they would serve. I threw …
3 oclock In The Morning
I just had to get this down, it happened just hours ago but seems like such a blur really, so exciting though… It was the middle of the night when I was sweetly woken up by my husband kissing my neck, his hands roaming over my body. I managed a glance at the clock through sl**p blurred eyes, it was just after 3 AM. I rolled over to face him. 'Whats all this?' I asked, slightly breathless, my pussy already getting hot and a bit wet. 'I woke up, that's all, and…' he kissed me deeply and I felt his erection press hard against my belly, 'Well, you can figure out the rest' he said slyly. He pushed me onto my back and began to kiss down my body, stopping to suck on my nipples for a time, nibbling on them gently and taking each one deep into his mouth. Then on down, kissing and kneading my belly, worshiping it for endless blissful minutes. He finally reached my pussy, obviously where he wanted to end up, and lightly sucked on my lips as he parted them with his fingers. He seemed to get even more excited to find my slippery wetness, my juices already flowing out and down the crack of my ass. He slid a couple fingers inside me, moving them purposefully around the depths of my hole while he licked and sucked on my clit. I moaned loudly 'Oh god, don't stop!' With me still in a sl**py daze, it didn't take him long at all to make me cum in an almost euphoric, out of body orgasm. He lapped up every drop of my cum and quickly came back up and kissed me hard, darting his tongue into my …
e****t booking an e****t
Previous Entry Next Entry e****t booking and e****t?! Hi all, It's been a while since I posted a blog. I guess things have changed concerning our meets. We now see females or couples only. Why? Well, we don't need the money, but we like the sex đ Besides, alot of guys out there are sexual let-downs. So anyway – I felt compelled to update you all with a rare and wonderful story. 2 weeks ago my husband had a call from a 23yo polish e****t wanting to book in with us to 'practice' her new job skills?! WTF??????? Odd you think? Well, my husband laughed and put the phone down on her!………….lol…….but she called back……….she was serious. She called us Sat at around 2pm and was with us at 4pm. If nothing else, i'd get to watch my husband fuck her, so i was happy. (…..and he was…..obviously) For starters, I thought that was impressive of both parties, together after only 2 hrs notice. (Bless her she was useless at directions, my husband had to practically pick her up.) She walked into our place in a massive black fur coat – at least 2 sizes too big for her! She held herself closed and looked absolutely petrified. She didn't even say 'hello' before she was offering money to my husband. I noticed she had a very very shaky hand, I gave my husband a concerned look. He'd picked up on it already. The atmosphere wasn't right and we both knew it. My husband gently closed her hand around her money and pushed it back. He explained that 'she didn't have to do this etc'. …
Persephone in Winter – Chapter 5/11
Chapter 5 He woke slowly, first to the constant hiss and sizzle, then to the familiar smell of bacon, teasing him from his sleep with a hint of a perfect breakfast made just as she knew he would want it. Sleep had finally come to him sometime early in the morning, but the lack of it hung about him as he lifted his legs over the side of the bed and stood to face the day. She had drawn the blinds so he could sleep late, and waited until mid-morning to start his breakfast. He would shower first, buying some time to think about what he might say to her, and what she may or may not want to share about the night before. To his surprise, she greeted him with her dazzling smile and a kiss as she brought him his food. He chose to eat, saving any words till later, waiting for her to offer up excuses or an apology. None came, so he picked at his breakfast in silence as she hummed quietly to herself while busily cleaning the kitchen. Later that afternoon as he dozed in front of the television, she snuggled next to him, her small hand stroking his inner thigh. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him with a mischievous grin. "Take me to bed and fuck me?" They were words he had never heard her use, but words that caused his cock to stir in spite of the questions she had still not answered. "So, it's over – you won't go to him again?" She slid her hand under his belt, gently closing her fingers around his erection. "I want you . I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till …
The Perfect Gift For A Teenager
This story is intended for mature adults only. It was christmas eve and Jake laid awake in his bed. He laid in his bed since morning filling his mind with erotic sexual fantasies. He was 18 and he was obsessed with sexual thoughts. As every teenager he watched a lot of porn and jerked off. Amidst his cloud of perverted thoughts he heard the clock chime twelve noon. Jake struggled from his bed and shambled out into the living room. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the beautifully decorated christmas tree and the suspicious looking large gift next to it. âMerry christmas!!!!â shouted Jakeâs dad and step-mom in unison. âAh what the…? you guys freaking me out! exclaimed Jake. âWe just wanted to surprise you son! Go on open your presentâ said Jakeâs dad with a proud gleam in his eyes. âOh great!â said Jake with his eyes wide as he knelt down next to the wrapped gift. âIt heavy! said Jeff and struggled to pull the large heavy gift to a better position. The gift was almost 5feet long and 2 feet wide. He slipped the red ribbon from the corner of the gift and hurriedly tore open the red wrapping paper. âHere we go! he said and removed the lid. Immediately Jeffâs face had a startled expression looking into the box with a lush naked body of a girl. Jake raked his eyes over her young tanned skin and saw her arms and legs were bound with plastic ties. âLets get her outâ said Jakeâs dad and gave her a huge shove. Then her naked body landed on the floor with smack. He cut the plastic tie …
The day I felt slutty
Not so long ago, there was that day where I felt really like a slut. I'm really not the kind of girls to dress like a slut everyday, despite being free and liking to wear things who let my best body parts (my legs!) shine đ But here is how it happened for a day: Months ago (last October), I still hadn't my own car so every Friday, I had go back to my parent's house for the week-end after class, by taking a train then a bus. I hadn't much time to take the train, so I had to rush to my dorm room, take some laundry and go to the station. Usually I like to change some clothes too before going, but had not many choice as it's the end of the week and most of my clothes are part of the dirty laundry. Anyway that day I didn't take a general look before departing and what I choose gave some unprecedented memories with the surrounding men all the way back! What I choose consisted of a dark green jacket, almost like a man shirt, with nothing but my bra just under. On the bottom I had a same color skirt, not a mini one, but definitely not long either. I also had black heels and finally, last but not least, fishnet stocking with large mesh. I kinda like them but wear it very occasionally, and never in such a casual way. I don't know what I were thinking, probably not thinking at all as the end of the weeks were tiring. I quickly understood my mistake as I was going thought the city on foot, toward the station. I didn't paid much attention of course, neither at the other numerous …
My best friend and the lax bro
So my two best friends and I have the same class together. 1 is a guy the other is a girl. I am really good at making friends with hot guys. LITTERALLY this kid is so sexy. If I could get my hands on him, let's just leave it at that. Only problem is he is dating my other best friend. Anyways, we always talk about sex and stuff becasue you know, drugs are bad. We thought it would be a good idea to have a threesome. I thought it would be weird at first considering I was still a virgin, and they had been doing it for almost a year. I finally agreed. I was nervous though. I didnt want to be in there all awkward and stuff, so I got some help. There's this kid he's kind of a man whore but God is he good in bed. We have been friends but he hasn't tried to get with me. But because we were friends I texted him, and said " hey, meet me in the last study room on the left in the library after school today." And a few minutes later, I got a text back "ok đ you know that's my spot though" I rolled my eyes at this because I love him, but I hate him. The end of the day came and I went to the room, he wasn't in there so I just sat on the table and waited. It was a solid 20 minutes before he showed up. "Where have you been?" I asked angrily. "I was busy, if you know what I mean." He said while winking. "Anyways, I have a favor to ask you and it might be kind of awkward." I said kind of shy. "Sure, what do you need?" He was always willing to help me because I found this spot for him. "I need …
Shape Shifter
Shape Shifter It was the closing wekend of the old zoo, the end of a different era, where the animals were caged, or behind walls, chain-link fences, bars, or for the snakes & reptiles, even some bords, behind glass walls. This was the First weekend the entire place was open in May, and would close after the weekend, to re-open at the new location in 3 weeks for the holiday long weekend. One more difference this weekend was nobody was being charged admission, so the place was crowded from the moment the gates clanged open at 8 a.m. – Jake couldn't recall any totally free weekends out of all those years he'd worked the food concession at the zoo… Free for a school group, visiting on a week-day maybe, or the Big Brothers-Big Sister's groups, special groups like that, and always on a slow day during the week that wouldn't have been a money-maker anyhow. To open the gates for those groups was worth it for the free PR alone, Jake thought. Another of the big changes to his life working at the new zoo after his two decades at the old one, sometimes working a rolling hot dog or popcorn stand, or more recently, the corn chips with the cheese sauce on them – he hated cleaning the carts those things were sold from. Still, money is money, and he was one of the tiny handful of employees working food consessions all year-round, most were seasonal ones who worked from mid-May until after Labour Day. At least during colder seasons, it was one of the enclosed stands, with heat inside …
Andrea, the sequel
Andrea, as you know is the girl of my dreams, mostly wet dreams. Although I am forty years older than her and she thinks of me as her Daddy, we get along great. My problem is that people my age are all slowing down in life. I always say âI may grow old but I refuse to grow up.â So I get along with young people just fine. I live alone in an apartment by the college which has its benefits. Meeting Andrea was only one of them, but it was the best. I came home from work late on a Friday night not knowing that it would be one hell of a night. I was unlocking the door to my apartment and turned to see two girls coming down the hallway arm in arm, laughing loudly and obviously pretty drunk. Andrea saw me and ran up to me and hugged me and kissed me on the lips. âMike, meet my girlfriend Annaâ she said pointing to her. âHello Anna.â I said looking at a pretty blond haired girl about five and a half feet tall with a wonderful body. âHello Mike.â Anna smiled, âAndrea has told me a lot about you.â âOh no, Iâm screwedâ I laughed. âYou just might beâ Andrea laughed. âCan I offer you ladies a drink?â I asked, pointing into my apartment. They both laughed and walked inside. They headed straight for the couch and made themselves at home. They both kicked off their shoes and sat back looking so good. I brought out three beers and handed each of them one. âWhatâs going on tonight?â I asked, checking out the two beautiful women seated across from me. âWe were just coming home to get naked and …
The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 1: The New Arrangement
âIâll get the door Kate,â I called up-stairs, juggling my eighteen month-old daughters wriggling body in my arms as she jostled for freedom. âThanks,â my wife replied. The frustration in her voice was telling. âAndy have you seen the travel plug anywhere?â âIn the bedside table, bottom drawer I think!â I yelled back. The doorbell rang a second time before I reached the handle. Amy giggled in my arms as I negotiated her weight onto one side and turned the front-door catch. As the door swung open the pleasant sight of the babysitter filled me with relief. âJenna! Thank god, Things are a little mad here right now, would you mind taking Amy?â Jenna stepped into the hall, the glow of the winter sun slipping from her long auburn hair. âMorning Mr Price,â She smiled cheerily, reaching her arms out and relieving me of Amy. Her voice was always pleasant to hear. Smooth, like velvet sliding over silk. âUm, is that Taxi for Kate?â âOh nuts!â The Vectraâs horn honked impatiently. I almost flung Amy into the sitterâs arms and yelled up the stairs. âKate, Taxiâs early!â âWhat! Well heâll just have to wait. I told the bitch on the phone half past!â She yelled back. My wifeâs outburst made me glance uncomfortably at Jenna and silently mouth an apology. Kate wouldnât typically speak like that in front of others, particularly an eighteen year-old pastorâs daughter. Jenna blushed and fought hard to hide a smirk. Kate appeared at the top of the stairs dragging a black, trolley-holdall and …
big nick and the old smoking woman 2
I had not seen the older woman for about 4 years I was Woking around the shop i Woking past one of those sexy bra and under shop and I could see this hot older woman then I said it her she turn around and said I well just be a couple minutes I said ok so she come over said do you won't to get same thing to eat I said yes so we went and talk I was hard she said we should have fun again I said ok she said I can show you what I buy from the shop she said her my new house is I said i would came around later so I went home thinking about her smoking and how much fun we had last time so I went to her house and went in no one was around but I could her sound coming from a bedroom I was Woking to it and open it up thinking she would be there but it was a very hot younger girl with a very big toy masturbatio
I Saved It For You Part 1 [BS] [MF]
link with pictures and short video of the sex: http://gotlinks.co/5gFF I recently moved back home after completing a two year degree in Industrial Robotics. This was an intense program that required me to take all sorts of advanced math and carry 16-17 hours a semester plus 12 hours over the summer between the two years and again after the second year with graduation from the program coming in August. In other words it was really three years of course work compacted into two and half. The payoff was a job at a family friendâs company that manufactured industrial robots. These things cost millions of dollars, and are used in high tech and highly automated manufacturing environments. My job is a tech. I know that doesnât sound very glamorous, but in a lot of ways it is a killer job. I travel all over the country whenever one of our robots breaks down or needs routine maintenance. Typically how it works is I fly out to the major airport that is closest to the customerâs site. On the breakdown jobs the first day there I trouble shoot the problem usually this just takes a couple of hours. 80% of the time it ends up being some sort of mechanical failure that requires a part. I call my company and they ship out the part. Generally there is two days of downtime in a hotel waiting for the part to get on site. Once the part comes in I go back to the customerâs site and fix the machine. The fix generally takes a day or less. At 21 I get to travel and see the country. The downtime …
Surprise Suck At Photo Booth by loyalsock
Finally, I was going to get a vacation. My damn boss never gave me any time off, but since I'm self-employed I had only myself to blame. I run a small electrical contracting company and business is quite good. Having been through slow times before, my motto was "Never turn down work." However, I've been going for nearly two years with little more than a day or two for kayaking, or hiking, or taking Stephanie to some exotic location like an abandoned stable to show her new ways to use ropes, or maybe a jacuzzi suite at a nearby hotel. Due to her college course load and the fact that she still lived with her mom who had no idea she was screwing the older guy next door, I only got to see her two or three times a month. So it was with heavy balls that I marched into the local mall in search of one of those do-it-yourself photo booths. See, my passport was out of date and I needed a new one if I wanted to leave the country. Well, I could leave but I couldn't get back in again. I needed the photos to include with my passport renewal application, along with the requisite form, my old passport, and of course, their fee. They said four-to-six weeks to get my new one, so realistically I needed to get the paperwork on its way pronto if I wanted to leave before the next ice age. When I was a k** those photo booths were everywhere; a box the size of a closet where people go in, sit on a little bench, and mug for the camera. There's usually a thin curtain to conceal them from …
Kerry Rolls on
Kerry keep her dates with Kat but she had found a new life for herself. Frank being the go getter he was never even missed her being out so much. Kerry's panties barged was going strong in four months she had 17 pairs and getting more fast. The latest was the most daring yet. Kerry was across town in the richer part the women stuck-up but gorgeous in those high priced dresses and cars. Stopping at a store she sees a woman maybe 34yrs with a 15-17yrs girl both dressed to show there wealth. Going in Kerry sees the woman look at her but then turn as if she wasn't even there. As the woman walks by a doorway to the back Kerry shoves her in. Hand over her mouth Kerry has her against the wall and slowly removes her hand the woman fearful for her life says IN MY PURSE THERE IS ALOT OF MONEY PLEASE TAKE IT BUT DON'T HURT ME!! Kerry gets a evil smile and says I don't want your money I want in your daughters panties!! A look of per suprize and shock takes over the woman and she starts to cry (This only throws fuel on the fire in Kerry's panties) Kerry tells her the only way to save her daughter is to give up herself. Without even thinking the woman agrees to this. Kerry opens her purse and takes her I.D. telling I will be calling soon if you tell anyone I'll ruin your daughters life! Kerry leaves the woman bawling in the back. That night Kerry calls the woman first asking if she had ever been with a woman or cheated on her hubby? Get a no to both Kerry said well Sandra G Kurpatrick …
SWALLOW THE CUM..REAL COCKSUCKERS SWALLOW
SWALLOW THE CUM..REAL COCKSUCKERS SWALLOW Hello fellow COCKSUCKERS… ï»żï»ż MikeySucksIT…THE HOUSTON COCKSUCKER ï»żï»ż As the title says…REAL COCKSUCKERS SWALOW…I would classify myself as a REAL COCKSUCKER…and I have pictures to prove.. ï»żï»ż MikeySucksIT…I LOVE CUMFACE..I LOVE SWALLOWING CUM BUT I ALSO LOVE TO HAVE CUM ON MY FACE TO PROVE I'M …"TAKING MY CUMREWARD"..CUMFACE IS PURFECT PROOF ï»żï»ż I know…todays world REQUIRES VIDEO to be considered PROOF… MikeySucksIT…TAKING MY FIRST BLACK CUMLOAD ALLOVER MY FACE AND DOWN MY THROAT…"FACEGLAZING" PROVES I TOOK THE CUMREWARD CUMSWALLOWING is a NATURAL part of COCKSUCKING…todays YOUNG men (and women) seem to just open mouth SUCK COCK and SWALLOW…It's us OLDER guys that have such trouble SWALLOWING…I KNOW…I have been there…I must confess that I DID NOT SWALLOW MY FIRST CUMLOAD SHOT IN MY MOUTH (when I was 13)…what a shame…IT WAS NOT THE TASTE…I LOVE THE TASTE..It was a MIND BLOCK that said.."IF YOU SWALLOW CUM YOUR A COCKSUCKER"…well…I WAS SUCKING COCK…I had a BIG WHITE COCK in my mouth and IT SHOT A HUGE CUMLOAD IN MY MOUTH…but…MY MIND said…"IF YOU DON'T SWALLOW YOUR NOT A COCKSUCKER"…We ALL know that if you "SUCK ONE COCK"…YOUR A COCKSUCKER.. MikeySucksIT SUCKING MY FRIEND DatDonk…I'M A COCKSUCKER or so SOCIETY says..guys jacking eachother's dick off is OK…that is NOT GAY…(OH YEAH..JACKING LEADS TO SUCKING LEADS TO SWALLOWING…YOUR GAY..LOL) BUT…if ONE COCKHEAD PASSES YOUR …
Amazon Adventure
While based on true events, some poetic license has been exercised in the compilation of this tale. Amazon Adventure He was nineteen years old, had seen much of Europe and been well taught in the arts of sensual lovemaking by a number of the lovely women of France, Spain, Italy and Greece. This was his first trip to South America. On liberty from his ship, Doug and several buddies hired a taxi to take them to a small Cantina a "little ways" out of town. Word was "girls" were there and the cantina served "cheap" local beer). After about four miles on the dirt road they were well into the jungle and had arrived at a long, low corrugated steel building. The only windows were rectangular openings cut into the walls. Inside, the only light came through the windows, which were covered with a gray gauze-like material. The room was smoke filled and very dim – no one spoke English. After a couple of bottles of the potent local brew they were feeling little pain and a lot of joviality. A big (close to 200 pounds), tall (over six feet) light skinned Indian girl had been laughing and joking with some of the patrons in the room. As she walked by their table, Doug reached out and, playfully, slapped her lightly on her shapely bottom (it was as firm as a walnut burl). She turned and smiled. Her teeth were beautiful, sparkling white and even. She extended her hand and took his in a firm grip pulling him to my feet. Leading him past the bar toward a dark hallway, she spoke to the …
Caught Red-Handed
âSo, gentlemen, how would you like to play this?â Red threw out the question as she checked her wristwatch. Thirty minutes remained until breakout, so long as everything went according to plan, and then sheâd be rich enough to consider retirement. For now though, she was locked inside the vault with her two associates. Or her henchmen, as she preferred to think of them. âWe sit pretty, sweetheart,â Wolf replied from the storage crate he was sitting on, showing off an ugly grin and reloading his Glock. His voice came out cool and collected, but the enforcerâs fidgeting every now and then was hard not to notice. It seemed the big man didnât take well to being caged up. According to Johnny he was a professional from NYC, although he spoke with a husky London accent. Red trusted Johnnyâs word about his abilities, but expected everything else she knew about the hulking mercenary to be a facade. That was just how things went in this line of work. âWe wait for the three little piggies to come along, and then we blow their fucking house down.â âIt shouldnât come to that. Clean and quiet, that was the plan. The rig is just for leverage,â said Red. âYou donât strike me as the clean and quiet type.â Wolf leered, licking his lips as he took a not-so-subtle glance at the tall, slim figure that her tight-fitting tank top did little to conceal. Not for the first time. âI still vote for the explosive finish. Youâd like it.â âOh, donât get me wrong, sugar. I love a good bang as much as the …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 11
Sharing Cindy Chapter 11 Thank you to all who have followed along with me as I recount how my wife and I went from a young naïve couple to an experienced couple who happen to enjoy it when my wife experiences sex with others. While it would be difficult for me to write down all of the adventures, I have been sharing some of the most memorable. I appreciate comments or Private Messages and will try to answer all questions. In the last story, I related to you how my wife Cindy had taken a job at a car rental company and how she and another coworker began to have a sexual relationship. During her time there she also had sex with another coworker, but what I want to share is how this evolved into an ongoing sexual relationship with the owner of the company, Louie. As I mentioned in one of the earlier stories, Cindy seemed to be one of those women who finds authority a turn on. Whether it be a boss or another man with some power, it seems to be something that makes her wet. I have seen her get excited being around powerful people and how easy it is for these men to take advantage of that situation. This came into play when she began to spend a little more time with the owner of the car rental place. I am not sure if Ron had spoken to Louie or not about what he and Cindy had been up to, but for whatever reason, Louie began to send Ron home early and he would hang around to help close up the company at night with Cindy. He began to flirt with her and show her a lot of attention. Who …
Unusual Companions
"Why do you have to do this to me? I'm not exactly going to fit in with that crowd," Josie complained. "Because you love me enough to come with me, plus you're hot and I get to have a crack at all your cast-offs," Mica laughed self-deprecatingly. "I don't want to go," Josie complained, knowing that Mica wasn't listening to her properly. "I think you should go alone. I haven't been single that long and what if…" "Exactly, it's time you stopped moping around here and got out there and met some new people," Mica rolled her eyes. Josie's breakup had been bad, but it had been long enough since then for her to be moving on already. "I can't go alone. You have to come with me, please!" She could see that Josie was about to say no for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I am begging. I will owe you a favour. A big one. I promise if it's lame we will only stay an hour at the most." "Mica, I just don't think…" Josie tried again. "Don't forget who it was that showed up with Nutella cheesecake and cocktails when you needed a friend to cry with," she pulled out her guilt card, hating herself for it. Josie groaned and flopped down onto the couch resigning herself to a Valentine's Day of fending off dirty old men and creepy nerds who used the same dating sites as her friend. "Okay, you better tell me about it then," she sighed. "Josie I love you! You won't be disappointed, I promise," Mica said excitedly as she sat on the other end of the couch. "I haven't said yes yet. I just meant that I …
Just For Fun
JUST FOR FUN [part 2 of 2] By: Helena Handbasket JUST FOR FUN You WILL need to read "Justin Time" before this one. My back door lover man, Justin, was highly interested in having a threesome with his girlfriend Gisele and me. Firstly the problem was that we needed some sort of pretext, and secondly a plausible explanation of how Justin and I had legitimately met. For the first we decided he'd been to quote me for plastering, and that for the second element (this is a stretch, we realised) that in the course of conversation, Justin had told me as they both lived with their parents, they had nowhere they could spend the night together, most of the time. The idea was that I'd offered the use of my home for them to fuck, basically. I didn't know if this would hold water, as I didn't know how naive his girlfriend might be. I would never have believed it, but that's me. It was suggested they come over together on the Saturday night. I would do them a curry (well buy one, I can't cook) and some wine then they could go on up to bed, and I'd sl**p in the spare room. That was the plan. How I would actually inveigle my way into their lovemaking was left a little vague. So they came, and lord you should see her, I have a picture, which hopefully you will find here: *Giselle" It's not a rude one, she wouldn't allow that. She was about 5' 10" with tousled natural ash blonde hair halfway down her back, kind of skinny but with huge boobs, for her build, and a small but gorgeous arse. She …
Waiting For You
I always have to wait for you. Every time, you are late. You're always sorry, but still you're never on time… and I always have to wait. My pussy grows impatient for you. An intense, painful physical longing I had never experienced until I met you. The rush of too much blood to my sex all at once, just at the thought of you. It brings an ache that only you can soothe. The ache gets worse as I put on my stockings. I love to be sexy for you and my clit throbs as I look in the mirror. The soft white flesh of my thighs and that hot sweet spot nestled between them, moist and bare and knickerless, is outlined in stark contrast by the black lines of my suspenders, and the black lace stocking tops. My heart beats harder and the wetness builds inside. It feels molten as it starts to seep out and make my pussy lips so slick and ready for you. My phone beeps with a text message. Youâre going to be a little while longer yet. I sigh, and reach for the ruby red nail polish in my make-up bag. I should have enough time to paint my fingernails and let them dry before you get here. As I paint each one with careful strokes, I think about what my hands will soon be doing. Touching you. Teasing you. Playing with you. I shiver with anticipation and the tension in my swollen pussy builds further. I want you so bad. Itâs been weeks. I canât wait much longer. I continue painting my nails with a second coat. My movements are slow and deliberate, just like my hands are going to be when I finally …
DRAGON AGE-CORRUPTION CHAPTER 3:ANORA THE BREEDING QUEEN.
I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY. Chapter 3 Anora the Queen. Anora,queen of ferelden was a beautiful woman.At 32 years of age,her beauty seemed to increase everyday.Long,blonde hair done in a sophisticated bun,full,pouty red coloured lips,Brown eyes filled with wisdom and kindness,a trim and fit body with a large bust that led many eyes to wander to her chest. She was,however,sad.Her husband,the king,had yet been unable to give her children.Her heart ached for a child or children of her own.A baby to suckle at her breasts.Children she could call her own.It was not meant to be,however.The king had yet to sire a child by her.She gazed at the large,expensive diamond ring shining brightly on her finger and felt no love for it nor the man who gave it to her.She sighed.Oh well. She was to receive a visit today from Ryder Hawke,the hero of ferelden.Anora often felt a great deal of respect,lust and love for Hawke.He had done more for the kingdom than her husband and her put together.Saving them from the blight being one of them.She often wondered what it could be like to have married such a man.To bear him children.Stong,manly sons and beautiful,proud daughters.who had her hair,his eyes,her intellect and his power.Bliss indeed.She was a fertile woman and her eggs could be counted on to bring forth many children from her womb in one go.She could have many children if she had a fertile spouse. The doors to her throne chamber(her rooms were next door to …
Husbands Fantasy Comes True 2
Having sex with my son a few nights ago has made me a better person all around. I can see myself as a changed woman now, for the good of life. Ever since the other night, I have thought more positively about myself. I feel more beautiful. Maybe it was because my own son wanted sex with me as much as I did with him. I just know, deep inside, my love for him and my husband is starting to develop more strongly than I have ever imagined. I was laying there on my stomach feeling my husbands dick tearing my pussy apart as he fucked me incredibly hard from behind. I had my face buried in my pillow concealing my screams from every push my husband was making into me. Tonight for some reason it was hurting a little but every time he went deep inside me, but I still found myself cumming a few hard times. It was impossible to lay there now and have sex with my husband without imagining he was my son. And, my husband knew it. He made small comments, but he did not seem to mind. He really had a thing for hearing me tell him about that night as it always made him fuck me harder and harder. "You and your son can both fuck" I would breathlessly say to my husband as he laid on me fucking me. My husband would ask me "what did you feel when he first went inside of you?" It was hard to really explain, but I tried by replying in words such as "I just closed my eyes to feel it, and I was very scared." The truth is, I was scared. There is a major line that is frowned upon in society, and I crossed …
Job done
I hurried out of the building, my cock hard and dripping copious amounts of precum, staining the front of my slacks. I awkwardly attempted to cover myself with my briefcase as my mind raced. "Did that really just happen? Did one of the most powerful industrial giants just use me as his cumslut?" I hailed a taxi and offered a generous tip to get me to my hotel as quickly as possibly. Ten minutes later and $30 poorer, I was safely enclosed in my suite at the Hyatt. I immediately removed my pants and lay down on the bed. My erection hadn't subsided at all. I stroked myself through the material of the thong. Mr. Richards body, his cock, his hands forcing my head down, consumed my thoughts. I pulled the thong back and quickly stroked my cock. On the fifth stroke, I erupted, shooting cum higher than I ever had before. I collected what I could from my stomach and tasted myself for the first time. I savored the second load of cum that I'd had in an hour, in my life. Coming back to reality, I quickly wrote an email to my company, informing them of the good news and that I would have to stay in Denver through the weekend. I knew there would be no problem with this, afterall, I was about to land the largest account my company has ever had. I received a reply expressing my boss's gratitude for my hard work and his empathy for me having to stay over the weekend. He promised that he would make it worth my while. I smiled at that, wondering what he would think of the real reason. …