I met my wife, Sally, on a dating website. She is 15 years younger than me at 33 and on the site profile I made it clear that I was interested in the cuckold lifestyle. Sally is gorgeous, slim, quite tall at 5 foot 9 inches and blonde shoulder length curly hair. When we went on our first date, we talked a lot and had lots in common, but she did say she does like sex so much that she could never be tied to one man – perfect I thought. Dates continued really well, meeting almost everyday and she would come back to my house and we were having sex within a week of meeting. She would encourage me to be dirty and fuck her hard, slap her bum and pull her hair when taking her doggy. During this time Sally told me she was seeing other men, most that she had met on the dating site before me and a couple of her work colleagues, it excited me when she told me about the sex with them, she would tell me that they were better lovers than me, with bigger cocks and greater staying power – Sally could tell I enjoyed hearing this from my questions and my growing hard on which she would slowly masturbate for me, We had full sex, but I could tell she was used to better. After we had been seeing each other for about 6 months, we continued to get along really well and I asked her if she would marry me! I was not sure what she would say but she did agree but asked if she could continue seeing other men. I of course agreed but only with the understanding that she kept it discreet and our friends …
Playtime Stories Ch 2
2. My cock is so hard as I write this. Occasionally, one hand strokes while the other types. Most guys love a good blowjob. Most guys are afraid to try a finger in the ass, but love it after they do. Most guys want a woman to be a total wanton slut or act like the nastiest whore of their wildest dreams. Most women aren’t loose enough to be that “hot” or that incredible of an experience. I picture myself as everything I wish I could find in a slutty bitch. You know, a total nympho who really will do anything and then ask for seconds. Before I tell you about what happened that particular time in the arcade I should tell you more about me. I am in good shape and live as a “normal” man. I might be a little “athletic” for a really beautiful and slender woman, but I make up for any issues with looks by using a kinky attitude. Since I don’t really think you care about my male looks I’ll describe myself as the whore who is Rebecca. I am just under six feet with heels. I have a perfectly curved ass that is very firm- a bi-product of bicycle riding and an active lifestyle. I am not super slim, but far from fat. I have naturally beautiful blue eyes. I have chosen to enjoy myself in red hair. I have been a blonde and a brunette, jet black, and a rather “frumpy” brown, but I have found that redheaded cross dressing whores, like me, are hotter looking. Most blondes are all for show and become as ditzy as real blondes. Most brunettes are either really hot or kinda chunky. The only …
The Handy Man
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories…. I pulled into the small driveway. I looked around. The Royals lived in a nice neighborhood. I got a call from them last night before I went to bed. Mrs. Royal best friend – Mrs. Diane Smallwood. Gave her my number. I just got done remodeling the Smallwoods house. I did some small repairs around there old house. I fixed up the spare bedroom. I remodeled another room into a new baby room. Mrs. Smallwood is expecting any day now. I originally was called to put on a small wooden back deck in the back of there house They loved my low rates and expert service. That was close to 9 months ago and 5 remodeled rooms later. I tucked in my tight black wife beater shirt. It molded over my athletic 6ft 4inch frame. I put my tape measure inside my front pocket on my knee length tan cargo shorts. I had a new pair of tan work boots on. I fixed my short hair as I opened the driver side door. I walked up to the front door. I knocked twice before I saw the door knob turn. "Good morning sir. You must be Mr. Kelly?" said a male voice. I tilted my head down. There was a young man standing in the door way. He was maybe 25. He was about 5ft and weighed about 100lbs. "I'm Sam Royal. This is my wife. Alice.. Alice!! Where are you? The handy man is here. Hurry.." said Mr. Royal. He moved. I then heard some wooden clogs tap on there new wooden floor getting closer. "Hi!" said a very pregnant woman. She was holding the door knob with her left hand. Her right hand was …
Legendary Whore
Legendary Whore Part One I wrote this as a gift forgg854 I grow bored as I wait at the coffee shop, I don’t even drink coffee, I’m British! The tea here is awful. I take out my fountain pen and begin to write notes for a dirty story. I give up and start doodling, I draw the cute coffee shop girl’s head with a look of ecstasy on her face, she has a bruise on her neck cleavage so I write ‘Choke me daddy!’ underneath. Next I draw a woman holding a man’s head between her legs then superimpose the coffee shop girls head onto it. I tear the page off, put it down on the table and get back to writing. Just then a beautiful woman approaches me, far more appealing than the coffee shop girl. She has a nice smile, a pretty face, perfect skin, perfect everything! She reminds me of Eva Green in the film Casino Royale, the same air of sophistication and intelligence with a great deal of sex appeal and an air of mischief and danger. “May I join you?” She says and I gesture for her to sit. “Be my guest.” It’s you. We make eye contact. Just looking at you makes me want to have you but I have work to do and I’m on my best behaviour until later. You don’t seem too bothered by the way I am looking at you. In fact you seem to like it. You bite your lip as you stir your coffee and look down at my sketches. I really like you but I have work to do and I get back to writing a filthy story. After a while I notice that out drinks are empty and I offer to buy you a drink. I have a hot chocolate this …
New Horizons
For most people they want an uneventful life that holds very few surprises and we were no exception. There is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. I think most of us become boring by choice. Our lives the past few years can be defined by our calendar. My wife and I go to the gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We dine out almost every Friday, but occasionally try a new restaurant when we feel real adventuresome. Then there is the BBQ with our long time friends on the second Saturday of each month. I usually play racquetball at 6:30 am on Monday and Wednesday. Oh yeah, I forgot… we usually fuck on Sunday and Thursday. Probably because there is not much to watch on TV those nights. It occurred to me recently that we had run out of new stories to tell because we had run out of new adventures. Little did I know how that was all about to change. I retired early at 49, two years ago because I was able to sell our business for a hefty sum. My wife followed me in retirement a year later, not just because she no longer needed to work but because she hated her job. We have lived at the beach in Southern California since our marriage twenty two years ago, in a house I designed and built. My name is Alan, and my wife's name is Ann. She was a high school teacher for fifteen years and I was a general contractor and manufacturer. Our life is one that most people would envy. Selling the business provided enough profit that we were able to pay off all our …
Sex Studio Secrets #15: Valentine-1
Valentine finds a lesbian Paradise for her 23rd birthday at Valentine's Day in my sex studio A friend of me celebrates her birthday at Valentine's Day, soon she shall be twenty-three Lesbian longing for big BOOBs and secretly submissive, I decide to fulfil her dirty dream Exactly at that time my friend Camila from Chile will visit Amsterdam with her mom and s*s Sexy surprise in my sex studio above my exclusive erotic shop for only lovely looking ladies Super BOOBs at all three very firm all natural! Six big breasts to suck such a sexy Paradise All three only know her from some photos I provided, from reading my many sexy short storiesNice shy slim blonde beauty sweet submissive slave, tasty tiny tits, teen-like trained body Decide together how you will take her together or in turns, I will retreat to operate cameras Right at that moment she rings twice at my door as I instructed her, two Lauras and Camila openAre you our Valentine's Day sexy surprise present from Professor Peter? We warmly welcome you! Laura Seniora takes her coat, asks in Spanish Laura Juniora to take care of it, walks her upstairs Experienced seductress she is, so she takes the lead in conquering our guest to their three's tasteSlowly walk up the stairs please dear, let me have a good look at your movements my maiden slave Behind my big bottom my dods will try to get a glimpse of you taking those steep steps to the studio I feel very excited with six sexy eyes fixed at my looks from below at the centre of …
The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games
Author’s note: This is another Challenge story. It’s kind of a sequel but not really. The events in the story are happening during the same time frame as the first Challenge story. You don’t have to read the first one, but it may help since they share a few of the same characters. I would suggest reading the first Challenge story, and then read this one. You’ll recognize some of the character cameos when they occur. If you like big butts and you cannot lie…then, well, you'll like the mother in this story. I wrote what turns me on. There is a LOT of voyeurism, big butts, a little bit of interracial and group sex, and one very manipulative, perverse old man. The sex between mom/son happens later in the story. Editing thanks go to Todger65. The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games Chapter 1 Vernon parked his beat up, black Subaru Legacy in the side parking area of a long driveway. Getting out of his car, the 18 year old exhaled into the cold January weather, seeing his breath. Closing the door, he made his way inside the massive home of his employer, Bob. Bob had called him to see if he could clear out some fallen branches following a recent ice storm. Vernon was happy to help. Usually he only made extra cash from doing yard work for Bob during the warmer months of the year. He genuinely liked the old man too, listening and laughing to his stories during breaks. Vernon felt he was paid way too much for simple yard work, but has been graciously helping out Bob since he was 14. Making …
Babysitter Gives My Sister and Me A Sex Education
I have a fraternal twin sister, Shelly. As her twin brother we are naturally pretty close. Close age sibling relationships could go either way as always fighting and distant or close friends which is what we were. She’s mild tempered, very nice, not too shy, and above all very curious. She was curious in the way she’d bravely try just about anything without much hesitation. This story takes place when we were young, before puberty. We weren’t totally naive to sex but neither of us had really been exposed to it yet. A few times we did let each other briefly examine each other naked but there is nothing terribly exciting to tell about that. Next door to us was a large filipino family of about 9 children if I accurately recall. One of the oldest was a guy named Raul and he was about 18 or 19 years old. He was a big guy, tall, muscular build, and I remember he seemed so old, adult, and tall to me. He was great with his younger siblings and subsequently really good with us. He was a super cool older guy to me and I looked up to him. Sometimes when we were walking home from school he’d stop and give us a lift home in his car if he was passing by. In the back seat of his car he always had a pile of porn magazines and we would flip through the pictures checking out the naked women, men, and in some cases a graphic sexual act. Raul was a horny sexually liberal teenager and he didn’t hide it. He also told stories about his girlfriends which I always listened to with bated interest. My …
First time cross dressing pt1
Now I as as horny as any teen and probably more so… I had a shitty upbringing no mother it was just my nan and my dad when I saw him… So I will tell you all some true stories about me and my many adventure ….. when I started to notice my cock and how good it felt to play with it I used to pray for the summer holidays so I could just go outdoors and have many adventures on my own (I did have friends but being the summer holidays they went away). Anyway it was the first week of holidays as always dad left for work at 6am and my nan had three morning cleaning jobs so I was left alone till lunchtime.but this morning was to be so different as soon as nan left I jumped out of bed and I knew I was going to wank till my cock fell off (oh to be young) but I thought I wanted to try something different but what….. I stood in the bathroom it was cold but sunny then in the dirty laundry basket I saw a pair of knickers without a moments hesitation I grabbed them and headed back to my room they were stained a kind of white stain on them I'd never seen this before so I was curious as to what it was. I life's them to my nose and took a deep breath mmmmm it smelt warm and nice (what I later discovered to be pussy smell) I smelt them for ages I was rock solid sniffing and playing with my solidness wow I thought this is bl**dy good suddenly I felt a familiar feeling deep In my balls …. And before I knew it I exploded all over my belly I laid there for a few moments then I wondered …
A Reluctant Daughter
I posted these stories before. I originally wrote them. They are dark and disturbing and the only reason I'm posting them again is because some assholes on other sites have been taking my work and winning awards. Let it be known that dirtydiana18 is the true author of this series, and also let it be known that the main character Steph is completely legal when everything goes down. “Honey, you in there,” he asked. Without waiting for a response he nudged the door open, taking a long look at me before plopping down on the foot of my bed. I tried not to make eye contact, opting to focus on my studies instead of engage in any sort of conversation. My dad really didn’t deserve it. Let me start off by saying my life by itself isn’t much. My room is normal. My door is painted a light blue like the walls of my bedroom. There’s a desk off to the right side, snugged up against the far right hand corner. My bed is adjacent next to the door, along with my nightstand. There are posters taped sparingly throughout the room. Posters of different celebrities, books, hobbies, whatever I liked. All in all I would call it the average teenage bedroom for the average teenage girl. 5”6, brown hair, eighteen years old, and hazel brown eyes are my attributes. My boobs are pretty big, a C verging on a D cup, but that’s about it. Boys at school definitely pay attention, but other than that I would say I’m pretty ordinary. Well, ordinary except for one thing: my father. I could feel the pressure in …
Sneak peek in the mart
Hi, I'm Cocoa from Brazil. I'm a 37-year-old black woman with curvy body. Except for the height, I'm a little tall, I'm around 5'7", my body shape is more less on Nicki Minaj style. Black long hair and dark brown eyes, ebony lips. My current stats are around 33-28-45.Yes I have a big booty and that's probably my most iconic feature. And OK, enough talking about me. I'm sorry for those who expect stories full of sex but mine won't be like that. I'm here to talk about my experiences with a very light exhibitionism. Since young I got peeped and complimented a lot, particularly my butt, and I always enjoyed that so I turned my days into a permanent peep show. Most of the men stare at my butt when I'm walking on my way. Of course, not all of them find my ass beautiful, I know a lot find it ugly and fat too, but it catches attention anyway. Although I appreciate being peeped, I hate being approached by naughty people. I like compliments, but I hate when men try touching me or ask by my digits, or try hitting or doing dirty things, so showing my curves is cool but may be dangerous too so I have to be careful. If the person approaches for a compliment and have a decent talk, then it's ok. My first story here will be my last adventure which happened last week. I had just finished working out in the gym and I decided to pass by a mart before heading home. Of course I was in gym spandex pants, very tight dark gray spandex pants, and a white blouse and black sports coat. I never wear …
my first gangbang in summer night
I’m not what you call a good girl. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night I’m not what you call a good girl. I quickly discovered that I liked sex after developing the kind of curvy body that made men want to have sex with me. I’m by no means a perfect ten. I’m more cute than hot, but I have an above average bra size, thick lips that I’ve been look pretty good wrapped around a hard cock and a willingness to spread my legs. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis. Some of those might have been one night stands, some of them might have had girlfriends, but the number of people involved always stayed at just two. Yet I’ll admit for just about as long as I’ve been having sex, I’ve played around with the fantasy of more than one guy taking me at the same time. It would never be more than just a fantasy, I mean what kind of girl would do that sort of thing? What kind of slut would let men fuck …
BRAYSON – THE WINDOW CLEANER FUCKBUDDY
This is one of those stories I am sure your going to go oh great a long and tedious event however this is a relationship of two men that spans OMG yes it spans a period of 20 years believe it or not. For myself it has a lot to do with feelings not necessarily sexual but emotional however for Bray it was always about the sex. A little background here I had just relocated back home from Australia after a very strange and somewhat damaging relationship in which I felt threatened so returning to Canada seemed to be the perfect choice for me. About myself :- I had been working in the hotel industry for many years to which I had managed to score a wonderful opportunity of becoming a trained butler. Upon my return I felt the best way to seek employment was to join the hospitality industry. I stand 6 feet tall although not muscular certainly not bad to look at, had a full head of hair tinged prematurely gray, I to be honest never felt I was attractive compliments of my Turkish ex, but have been told by others I am handsome. Have a full chest of hair, and a great thick uncut cock standing at erection over 7.5 inches long. So here I am settled in Calgary working for a very upmarket chain earning exceptional money, certainly not looking for a relationship trust me it was totally the last thing on my mind. Where as I had mostly been a top with my last relationship I had bottomed mostly I was not planning on returning to that avenue very soon. Because of my job and the fact they where …
Sex Studio Secrets #18: Susanne-1
Sweet sexy Susanne seduces me at my sex studio, sent by her siblings to invite my Petra to a party My love life is full of sexy surprises like last Saturday when Susanne rang the secret code to my door I only open for friends and the exclusive clientele of my sexshop for fine kinky lovely looking ladies Susanne introduces herselfI'm the youngest sibling of Quirine and Rose-Anne, friends of Petra! Terrific tasty teen so to see: even dressed in her wintercoat I can tell she is a slender cute beautyEnter my paradise, pretty lady! Susanne smiles, steps inside into a complete new world for her Really enormous eyes she has as she sees all that exciting erotic equipment at the shelves of my shop Please allow me to take your coat sweet Susanne, I invite you with me to my private quarters upstairs Every inch a gentleman I galantly let you take the stairs first, an old habit women wore long dresses Tasty tight bottom hiding in your jeans, I like the way you move! You must be very sensual, isn't it? Extremely erotic indeed, just as the girls told me from the stories of Petra, as in a French boudoir Red vervet and mirrors everywhere! Isn't Petra here? I have an invitation for her from my siblings! My dear, sorry to disappoint you, Petra is out! And as always I have no idea when she will be back! Extremely nice to invite her! Please leave her a message or just tell me the idea, is there a party? Expert in good guessing you are Mister Peter! Indeed a party soon for the birthdays of those …
Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember
I have a little dirty confession to make. The Château le Comte is the scene of one of my oldest, almost compulsive and permanent erotic fantasies. I remember a stifling summer day, just a few months after I turned sixteen. In spite of the glaring sun and the heat wave my girlfriends and me would walk around the city during the weekends to celebrate our freedom and spend some money we have gained out of our temporary jobs. Our lean, blossoming bodies, flowing summer dresses and short skirts on the border of propriety attracted the appreciative male gazes. We basked in the attention and ran our tongues over the melting surface of our ice creams cones, pretending to be oblivious of the passion we stirred. One of our favorite destinations was exactly the Château le Comte. We'd stand outside and gape at the magnificent building that stood out against the hovering skyscrapers. Even at that hormonal age in which our sensuality was waking up and we were making our first insecure steps on the road to womanhood we seemed to harbor typical girly fantasies. During that summer those wet dreams were all set there, at that unreachable castle. When we would gather at my house for a sleepover party I suggested that we dressed in the sexiest underwear we had and tell each other of our naughtiest daydreams related to Château le Comte. At first the girls got a little embarrassed and even claimed that the idea was stupid. Finally they agreed, albeit reluctantly. I could tell they were curious …
What friends are for – Part 2
What friends are for – Part 2 [Warning! This contains: Piss/snuff/cuckold/humiliation/extreme] Back with part 2! Sorry for the long wait guy! I AM back and I'm working on new stories, for those of you hoping to read BETRAYED BY EVERYONE. Fear not! I AM working on it, leave your hype in the comments. After waking up alone and covered in spunk, the memories came flooding back. His friends fucking his mom, telling him how they loved her pussy, watching them get hard from the news of his dad's death, and being openly happy about it. Despite being on the cold floor, Sammy's body started to warm up as his dick hardened. He knew it was crazy: how could his friends be so cruel and enjoy knowing that his dad was murdered? As insane as it seemed, his own dick responded at the thought. Pulling himself from the floor with cold cum leaking from his ass, he limped to the bathroom shower. ***** He wasn't sure where they had gone, but the house was silent. Washing off in the warm water relaxed his mind, and made him feel much better. Trying to understand everything that had happened, the thought of his father's murderer popped into his mind. He could see the black man clearly in his mind's eye, from his dirty sweatpants to his faded shirt. Everything that had happened was his fault: From his dad's death, to his mother and friends betraying him. So why was it that whenever Sammy thought of him, he became aroused? He didn't want to admit it; but his dick had never been harder. Suddenly he …
Vampire Stag Weekend
Vampire Stag Weekend If you are new to my stories then they are somewhat of an acquired taste. I suggest read “Betty” or “October River Walk” before you start this one since it is a little bit longer and requires a little more investment. This one is hard, strictly adult only and quite frankly pretty horrific;- enjoy. 1 I know it is supposed to be a joy-filled, happy, celebratory occasion but all I can remember is my stomach turning when Mark asked me to be his best man. Even though I love the guy dearly; we have known each other since kindergarten and his perfectly matched fiancée, Cath, since middle school, I simply detest public speaking, detailed planning and most of all bachelor parties. I was obvious something was up last May when he invited a few of the old gang for a beer in the Port Street, a pretty upmarket pub in the middle of town. He sat us down with a round of pints and a couple of chasers to take the edge off. Then he dropped it. “Lads, I've got some good news. Me and Cath's gonna get hitched”. “What's the good news then?' leant in Dom to a round of chuckles. “The good news, my little furry friend, is that we are going drinking, and that Chris is going to organise it”, finished Mark, looking up at me. “If you're up to it Chris then the job's yours”. I grinned, shook his hand and we all knocked back the drinks, all the while my heart doing loops at the thought of performing in front of Cath's forever moaning mum and Mark's humourless, steel spectacled …
SCARLET RED
Little Red Riding Hood, or Little Red Ridinghood, also known as Little Red Cap or simply Red Riding Hood, is a French and later European fairy taleabout a young girl and a Big Bad Wolf. The story was first published by Charles Perrault. https://youtube.com/watch?v=PTzLgnT9UFI Scarlet Red (1) THE TAVERN Scarlet Jackson strode into the Sky High Tavern as if she owned the place. Turning to a coat rack, the young lady hung up a blood-red hooded cape. Cascades of flaming tresses spilled from her head in showers of radiant red curls. As women go, Scarlet’s twenty-year-old feminine form wasn’t very big. In fact, she was little. Yet, the braless size and shapes showing beneath her blouse indicated in full measure her womanhood! Hoots and hollers followed Scarlet as she headed for the bar; “Hey Red, how they hanging?”, “How’s about a kiss?”, “Trade you a drink for a feel up!” The only reason the men were able to get away with such lighthearted vulgarity was that Scarlet was no ordinary woman. In truth, the bar patrons were a bit afraid of her. At the age of eighteen, Scarlet had earned her backwoods stripes by empting a .38 revolver into the bodies of two would be rapist. Both men took three slugs to the heart. They died instantly. At the inquest, dirty little secrets came out. Scarlet shared a deep-woods cottage with her grandfather, Mr. Jack Jackson. One woman testified that on a visit she had noticed only one bed showed any sign of use. Thus was planted the rumor that the …
My Wife Does It on Her Own
I have been interested in having a threesome or a foursome with my wife for many years now. It hasn't happened yet and she has been not wanting sex very often for a long time. I let her know that she is beautiful and sexy and that many men appreciate her sexual beauty. She has had many female friends in the past that were lesbians, and they also appreciated her beauty and wanted her sexually. Some still do. I know underneath her doubting and denial of her beauty she does appreciate having sexual attention and knows she has good looks. She has told me many times that the best sex she has had in her life has always been when she was having a one night stand or just a short sexual relationship with no strings attached. I have suggested that she try to do that again but she said that it would not make her feel that way anymore because she is married now. We have been together for twenty six years and she has never had any other men since then. Although she has close lesbian friends, she has always told me should could never do anything sexual with a woman. I have questioned my thoughts of swinging or a threesome and felt a little dirty and wrong for having the desire. She definitely did not make me feel good about it when I brought it up. When I found Lush Stories I realized that my feelings were not wrong and many people share these thoughts and actually do act on them. I thank all of the people here that have helped me with this realization. I met a person on Lush who lives not …
Lady chatterleys lover – my version (summer
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch After the soft porn films of the Stud and the Bitch, another came out, Lady Chatterley’s lover. It stared Sylvia Kristel (yes her of Emmanuelle fame) and Nicholas Clay. As a film it was a bit of a flop, unless you happened to be a over sexed, rampant teen…..like I was. So it was the summer of ‘81, hot, dry and just the sort of summer that begs for a road trip to the sand dunes of Porthcawl. About two dozen of us one balmy summers evening decided that we’d had enough of the pub we were off to sl**p in the dunes. Everyone went their separate way, collected tents, sl**ping bags, what ever and met up at the chippie on main street. A convoy of 6 cars made it’s way along the motorway and down to Porthcawl. In my car were me, my girlfriend Sue R, a mate and Sue R’s friend from college. Getting there about 10pm we all decided to get take outs from the Dirty Duck before making for the seclusion of the …
The Challenge 6: Making Amends
Author’s note: Like the other Challenge stories, it is a stand-alone story and takes place in the same year as the other ones. The bulk of this story starts in February. There aren’t any cameos from previous chapters in this one, aside from Bob and the Bahamas. The Challenge 6: Making Amends Chapter 1 “Bob? You wanted to see me?” Janet, Bob’s executive assistant knocked on the huge double doors of his office. He surprised her by opening the door, smiling, waving her in. “Yes!” Bob was rarely in the office anymore these days. His age and the fact he was a multi-millionaire who dabbled in side projects, kept him at home mostly. What work he did do, Janet helped, organizing his meetings, phone calls, paperwork and so on. The 52-year-old, dark red haired, beauty entered his office, taking her seat across from his desk. “So? What can I do for you?” Janet asked. “Mmm, Janet. I love it when you ask that,” Bob moaned. “I can’t tell you how many erections you’ve given me over the years.” “That’s very sweet of you Bob,” Janet ignored her boss’s sexual forwardness. She’s worked for his company for over 20 years, fully aware that Bob knew of her wild exploits with clients and other employees. Janet had calmed down in recent years, maturing even, to focus on her husband, Harvey. She purposefully requested a demotion to secretary in order to remove herself from an environment where she could easily sleep with every coworker, client, or model at the various magazines the company published. …
Raped by a hobo 2
First of all thanks to everyone out there who like my stories, it means a lot that ppl are out there that have the same fantasies as me. I always thought I was just sick or something. So I seriously appreciate it. It had been 2 weeks since I had my first really truly fantastic orgasm, it was forced on me by the dirty old resident hobo, the bearded scraggly old man had ambushed me on my way to the park and molested and groped me until I came into his rough scratchy hands. Since then I hadn’t left the house, except for school. I should’ve felt violated and disgusted, perhaps even angry or victimised. But I didn’t, I was just curious as to why this had happened, this man was the only one who actually made me cum. And in return I didn’t even have to touch him, I admit it was against my will, but only for a bit. I just couldn’t figure out what to do next. See ever since that had happened his parting words were ringing in my ears “if u want more you know where to find me, my little whore. And next time it will be better”. I didn’t know what to do, my mum told me to stay clear of this man, the public seemed to agree as I never saw anyone talk to him, instead they avoided him like the plague. Yet I knew I couldn’t go to him, he was a hobo, and he had technically raped me…kinda. That day was all I could think about for 2 weeks, my friends at school weren’t interesting to me anymore and I know I didn’t pay attention to the teachers, my penis was always hard and throbbing but rarely …
Maria
With my past stories receiving such high marks, I am inspired to write more of them. This is a story, with a plot. Please judge it as so. Those wanting the dirty words to arouse you, skip to about ½ ways down. This story was inspired by past events in my life. Some true; but mostly fiction/fantasy/wishful. . Also, a past comment said I wrote stories with sad endings. Just for you, sir, this one has a very happy ending. A good friend became a lot closer. Me: Physically, I am just average. Not going to exaggerate about it with an 8” dick and built like a professional wrestler. We were 50 when this event took place. I am 5-7, 5 ½ to 6” dependent on arousal state, 175# , however, decently toned as my electronics job requires service calls and carrying equipment sometimes up stairs. Go to a gym here and there, and bicycle on the local trail. I stay in good enough shape to please my mate, and enjoy it myself. By staying somewhat fit, blood pressure medications are avoided or very mild, so I have never had a problem with getting erections, as some men do, at my age. My Doc said I am in good shape for my age. My job paid well with great benefits. Wife: 5-7, closer to 170# (hey, we are older), 36C with some old-droop, not very toned. No gym or workouts, but gets around OK. Was an office manager, but took early retirement. But we still have a good sex life, even after being married about 30 years. We have one daughter, who married just after high school and lives 100 miles away, with …
Horny Hermione – Greybacks Bitch
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money. WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but we’ll be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. I’ll try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you don’t like something happening in it, you can just go to the next series. I will be altering facts to suit my purpose. This is Hermione’s 7th year. Book 7 hasn’t happened. So they’re all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc, etc, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and she’ll always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If that’s not what you’re looking for, this isn’t the story for you. Coupling: Hermione/Greyback, Hermione/Hagrid Monster: Werewolf NOTE: This is out of order. It came into my head and I just had to write it. Enjoy. ~*~ Fenrir Greyback smelled the little Hogwarts Hottie before he saw her. He’d heard of the spell worked on Hermione Granger but the fuck-me pheromones that wafted from her took him by surprise. His dick jumped to life and his mouth watered. What a surprise to run into her here at Knockturn Alley. The air around him sizzled, reminding him that the full moon would rise soon. It was his lucky day. ~*~ Hermione moved through Knockturn Alley as quietly as possible. No one at Hogwarts had been able …