This all started one day when my wife was sat on a bar stool. We were having lunch in a pub and my wife Amy decided she needed to go to the toilet. As she spun around her dress seemed to catch and as she lowered herself from the stool her dress rose up her thighs. The lads sat down across from us had a clear view up her skirt and they can't but have seen her panties. This innocuous incident changed our lives. Amy was really seriously embarrassed, and anyone else would have thought that she was really overreacting. That is anyone but me. The thought that other men had seen up my wife's skirt made me boil with anger and jealousy. That's right, just someone seeing up her skirt. Not seeing her naked, not fucking her, just seeing her was enough. Later that night we talked about the incident, and to cut a long story short, it transpired that after 10 years of marriage, we had only now found out, that we shared the same irrational fear. Amy being seen by another man and me knowing another man had seen her was the basis for a joint phobia, psychosis, mania or paranoia or whatever else a shrink would label it as. For the next year or so we managed to control our lives around this. For example, we had always taken sightseeing type holidays before, but now our aversion to sun and beach type holidays had a name, we now understood why we were both so against them. Lately this control and management had collapsed. We are a 34 year old couple. I am quite tall 5' 11", reasonably good looking …
Flash Fairytales: The Beast of Beauty
The mansion’s pale lights flickered in the rustling leaves and swaying tree boughs, casting tendrils of sinister shadows across the garden. The clipping of heels heralded the tall, gracious figure strutting up the stone pathway. Her pace was quick, but her gait was firm and steady. Even her silhouette oozed confidence. The doors opened and bathed her flowing auburn hair in light. She glowed in the bright yellow cloak – and matching dress – trailing in her wake. As she stepped inside, the doors closed solidly behind her. Her cloak fell away in front of the door as both of her elegant, golden heels were kicked to opposite corners of the hall. A swish of her hair and a shrug of her slender shoulders seemed to lighten her mood immediately. She turned on the spot and crooked a finger at the man by the door. “Come with me,” Belle commanded him, a confident smile on her lips. “Now, please.” She pirouetted on the toes of her white stockings and swaggered towards the grand staircase. He was large, well over six feet, and his massive frame filled his suit to bursting. Long, unkempt hair, a shaggy beard and rough hands showed his disinterest in grooming. He followed, watching her strut up the steps, elegantly. Her pale arm reached behind her to point a slender finger at the zipper of her short dress. “Help me out of this.” He followed closer, admiring the tightness of the dress around her hips, hugging her figure. He took a deep breath as Belle stepped onto the landing. He pulled hard …
GLENDA
I was on my way home from work one day. While stopped at a traffic light, I noticed a particularly good looking girl walking along the road a little ways ahead. While I was admiring the way she walked, I realized that another guy, passing in a pickup truck, was looking at her too, and was looking so hard he nearly drove off the road. I laughed. When the light changed, I began to drive off, and took a better look at the girl as I drove by. It was my turn to almost drive off the road. I knew her! She was the middle daughter of three of a friend of mine. I slowed down. She saw and recognized me, and began to wave, so I pulled over and stopped. She came running up to the passenger door and I reached over and let her in. She scrambled in and said, "God, am I glad to see you, John!" "Well, I'm always glad to see you, Glenda. It's been a good long time, though. I haven't seen you in a couple of years." I said. She'd started giving her mother hell at about age 12, and by this time she had been living pretty much on her own for quite a while, because the two of them just couldn't get along. I knew that she had lived with another f****y for some time, and then had moved in with a series of boyfriends. She had recently moved back home again. But that was all I really knew for sure. I had seen her maybe a dozen times, in the intervening years. We hadn't spoken more than a few dozen times in between. Just enough to stay acquainted and keep memories alive. She was now in her late twenties. …
Audrey + tape + table = explosive time
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 Audrey certainly seems to have got a lot of you interested and wanting to know more, so here goes. Audrey was turned on by her previous excursion into the world of bondage, or rather tied and teased. So one weekday, and totally unexpected, I turned up at her little flatlet. I knew Audrey was a keep fit fan and she loved watching the Green Goddess on BBC breakfast time. You may remember that Lycra was all in then and Diana Moran played no little part in that. Audrey told me that she used to dress up in her leotard and follow Diana moves, especially if she wasn’t going to keep fit at the centre. Now she happened to tell mention that there was no gym this particular week as the heating had broken or something, so I thought to myself I’d pop around one morning and give her a surprise. Parking up some distance from her door I went around the back and listened in as Diana boomed out from Audrey’s …
f***ed to cross dress on Halloween
Halloween is a great reason to show your submissive side and cross dress for your mistress. Other than writing these articles and stories, I also enjoy dominating my partner. This Halloween was no exception and I wanted to share this exciting day with you. Below you will find a story that is heavily based on the events that took place in my house this year. *** I could tell he was anxious. Informing him about the Halloween party raised a lot of questions on his end which I skillfully either ignored or diverted. I had not been mean right from the start, but I clearly told him he had 3 chances to come up with a suitable Halloween outfit idea. If he failed, I would choose for him. That was our deal. My partner, thinking he could get away easily, did not listen. The ideas he came up with were very boring, the typical football player, Clark Kent lookalike, or superhero costumes that are so overdone. Worst of all, he chose 3 costumes in which he was a male character, thinking that I would be lenient this time and that I wouldn’t f***e him to cross dress on Halloween. I had tied a frilly apron on him in front of visitors before, or made him wear a pink rain poncho to the store during a not-so heavy downpour. But fully dressing him as a female in front of my friends, or anyone actually… well, in that aspect he was still a virgin. *** “Alright, it’s already 2pm. It’s time to get you ready for tonight.” I said to my partner, Mark, who was lounging on the couch. “Tonight? Are we still …
Surprise Visitor – Part 4
It was New Year’s Eve and I was driving to meet Monica to spend the weekend with her. She and her husband Clark had separated and we were going to celebrate the holiday together. I loved her and all I could see was a bright future together. She had promised that what happened last April was only the tip of the iceberg … I was excited! It was about 6 pm when I walked into the hotel lobby and saw Monica seated in the corner waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me and came over to greet me with a hug and kiss. She was gorgeous … her brown hair was combed back into a pony tail and she looked and smelled wonderful. She smiled as she said,” It’s about time! I’ve already checked in and our suite is ready.” We took the elevator to the top floor and she opened the door to the Honeymoon Suite. I laughed as we walked in and said, “You’ve really outdone yourself this time. I’m impressed.” I put my bag down, shut the door and took her in my arms. We kissed with all the desire that had been smoldering for so long and was now about to be released. It felt too good to be true. After a few more minutes kissing she said, “Let’s talk for a while and I’ll catch you up on everything that is going on.” We moved to the dining area and I made us gin and tonics. As we sat sipping our drinks she told me about her separation from Clark and how badly he was taking it. She also told me he was so self-involved in his job that he didn’t see it coming. I made us two more drinks and after another half …
My Spiritual Awaking
This true story was sent to me by our Xhamster b*****r Josh. I made some tweaks to it and here it is for you to enjoy! This happened to me 33 years ago. I had just turned sixteen and school was just a couple of months from being out for summer. My best bud, Jack, lived next door and we had been best buds as long as I could remember. The best part about Jack was that his mom, Jenny, was a model. I mean a real model. Commercials, magazines, newspaper, even bill boards. And she was hot, genuine hot. She did not wear a lot of makeup nor did she ever have any plastic surgery. She had blonde hair down to the middle of her back, well sometimes it was blonde, then white, then black, then red. She had the most blue eyes I had ever seen on a person and straightest teeth and breath taking smile. Nice perky tits and a dynamite ass. This woman could easily pass as Jack's s****r. And she was one of these earth muffin hippy types, I mean in a way of eating healthy and being all spiritual and in tune with nature. Hell, she was hot and super young looking so I guess it works for her. This one Saturday morning I had awoke, I stayed the night with Jack and we had played Atari late. Jack was up already and could hear him talking to Jenny. She was having him go to the store to get some things for breakfast. But that would take him over an hour I thought to myself. I heard Jack go out the front door. I was just about to get up when Jenny came into the room. She went over to the window and opened …
The joy of chastity
Me and my partner have had a great sex life since we first met, having sex once or twice a day everyday. Considering this it may be a surprise to hear but we had trust issues, so I suggested the idea of cuckolding, at first she was very apprehensive, we have regularly done mistress night where she would dominate me and fuck me with a huge black cock and fist me until I came into my own face, which we both adore so she does enjoy the dominant role. After a long discussion she said that she would put me in chastity and I would be her fuck toy, the first day was very painful and the lock kept jangling on the metal cage pressing on my cock, which was embarrassing at work but I couldn't stop getting hard at the bl**dy sound of the thing! Reducing the circulation to my now swollen balls and adding to the pain. When I Got home that evening after the first day of nothing but painful erections and constant teasing from my partner 'the ice queen' I was just happy to be home with the only person who had the key to release my small white cock, or so I thought! We settled into watching some T.V as we usually did …. after some time she gently started squeezing my balls laughing while I squirmed with pain. Slowly she begin squeezing harder and harder until I thought they were going to pop and just as the pain became unbearable she turned to me and gave me the signal to follow her upstairs. Apprehensively with now aching balls I followed As I am now a slave to her whim. She positioned …
A Day at the Zoo
"Up," said my Master, coldly. He was obviously very angry with me. This was never good. He dragged me by the dog collar around my neck from the small closet that passed for my bedroom. "You will be punished," he continued, "for your behavior last evening." Last evening, I thought, what could I have possibly done to piss him off last evening. "I have never been so embarrassed by a slave of mine, and I will teach you, today, why I will never be embarrassed again." Ouch, he grabbed my nipple and pinched, hard. "You may speak, slave." "What have I done to displease you, Master," I asked meekly. I was careful to look down as I asked this question. He grabbed my chin roughly and looked into my eyes. "You do not know, slave?" His eyes were dangerous. I wished to hell I knew so I could tell him. With tears in my eyes, I shook my head no. "Well, slave, last night when my friends were here, I saw you looking at Madame Dominique with LUST." He slapped me in my face as he said this. I opened my mouth as if to answer, but I had not been given permission to speak. He glared at me, grabbed my already sore nipple, and twisted as hard as he could. "Will you deny it, slave?" "Will you look at your Master and lie to his face?" It would be futile to do so, so I shook my head. He took me to the torture area leading me by my collar, walking quickly. Arms stretched above me head, he attached the manacles to my hands, and then to my feel so I was standing very uncomfortably, chained, naked, and …
Key west
I just got back from key west after ten days of insane times. A bunch of old friends met there for the big Halloween party. As soon as we got off the plane we were drinking and I don't drink so we get our hotel and drank more. It's about ten at night and I'm done , I just want to go to bed. I'm 55 yrs old and a none drinker. My friends all gave me a bunch of crap but I went back to the room and crashed. I awoke at about one to pee and realized my friends never came back so I though I'm awake now and went looking for them in the bar I left them in. Sure enough they were there acting really stupid and d***k as hell. I sat at the other end of the bar to just watch as it was funny . The funny part changed when they started getting mean to this gay couple just minding their own business. It got so bad that they were thrown out of the bar. As a good friend I went and apologize for their stupid behavior . They bought me a couple drinks and now this light weight is d***k again. They were getting ready to leave and invited me to tag along .turns out they were in the same hotel and I end up having another drink back at their room. They started asking questions about me and I explained that I'm married over thirty years and only been with one other girl. He then threw me a curve when he asked if I've ever been with a guy and I said no. He told me we re all guys and we all like blow jobs don't we? Yes we do but my wife stopped blowing me and for that matter stopped fucking me too. Then …
At My Friends; Steves House
December 2015 Steve’s House I met Steve when I was 25 years old, while teaching school and he was the Principal at the same school. Steve is 21 years older than, never married, lives alone, goes to strip clubs, has strippers over his house every Super Bowl Sunday, he is into porn and just a horny guy, but a super nice guy. I had just broken up with an old boyfriend of 2 years, who was a jerk and was not interested in dating anyone. So Steve invited me and a few other teachers to meet him after school one day drinks. We chatted, I told him my problems and he said we need to get together sometime. To make a long story short, although I am happily married now, my husband and I get with Steve still today. Actually, Steve introduced me to my husband…his name is; Jim. ***************** Sunday afternoon, Jim dropped me off at Steve’s house, and before exiting the car Jim ran his hands underneath my tub top and felt my tits, and then inserted ran his hand under my shorts and inserted one of his finger into my wet pussy. He asked if I was horny and I said; yes. He walked me to the door, we kissed each other and he told me to have fun. Steve (7.5 inches) was seated on the couch, while his friend Stan (8.5 inches) was seated on the love seat. Both are in their late 60’s, have pot bellies, and were nude, watching porn (Sandra Romain) porn star was playing on the television. Steve and Stan both got up out of their chairs, gave me a kiss and told me to take a seat on the couch. (Prior to …
Drug Lords and Love
He pushed it in me. I know this is a stupid way to start a story but you got to give me a chance ok. I promise it is important to the story. Stick with me ok. First things first. My name was Christian and what I was doing right now was right. I am well aware of that. Before my story is over you may think I'm dumb as hell. You may think I'm an idiot but don't judge me just yet Put yourself in my shoes. Imagine this? "Jesus." His dick was bigger than I had remembered. Each time we had sex it felt like his dick grew. We were fucking yes. I mean why else would another guy's dick be in me right? It was kind of self explanatory at this point. Trust me the fuck was good. The fuck was always BOMB. His name was Ant but that was just a nickname. Trust me there was NOTHING small about this guy. "You like it don't you?" "Yes." "Call me daddy." I rolled my eyes. Ant always had a this thing about power. It was never really a turn on for me. Between that and his manly grunting it felt like I was just a piece of meat a lot of the times. I had to admit the sex was good but sometimes I wondered. Were we always just having sex? How come he never took it slow? How come he never made love to me? "Daddy! Daddy. Can I have a turn?" There was a pause. Awkward! Ok? "Wait you want to fuck me?" "I never got to." He laughed a little bit. Ant was beautiful. He was my age but tended to look a little bit older. His body was on point at all. He had hair on his chest and and a full goatee. He was bald by …
Adult Theater Fun
One afternoon I had some time to waste so I decided to go to the Adult Theater in the city by me. I had been in there before a few times and had my cock sucked by some Daddy’s . Today I am standing along the back wall and watching a guy and girl getting it on when an older man comes up to me looking at me while holding and stroking his cock. It was a nice sized cock so I reached out and took him into my hand and I keep right on jacking him. He soon moved up against me and rubbed my cock through my pants with one hand while his other rubbed my ass. He was leaking some pre cum which I licked and sucked off my finger. He then slid his hand down inside the back of my pants and boxers. He then moved his finger around until he found my man pussyhole and slipped it in. Here I was standing along the wall of a dark theater getting fingered by this old man as I jerked his cock, how HOT!! He moved his hand off my cock and up my t-shirt and started playing with my nipples. He tweaked, rubbed and flicked them, it was truly an experience. I soon felt him push my shoulder down as he told me to suck his cock. I didn’t and couldn’t resist I was so caught up in the moment. I slowly slid my back down the wall and opened my mouth as he moved closer and pushed his cock into my mouth. As he pushed it ALL the way in he moved to the front of me, causing my head to turn as he moved. The old man slowly started pumping his cock into my mouth. Soon he was thrusting it all the way into my mouth with his …
The Taxi…..
"Do you ye like sucking cock"? The taxi driver spoke one bleak, dreary, depressingly dull day in a late September afternoon, looking at me through his rear-view mirror with a devilish smile. His clear blue eyes fixated on mine. The rain outside the cab was lashing it down, bouncing off the windows, the window wipers going Ten to the dozen. The radio, faint, was on some shitty radio station playing an even more shitier song. Something from the nineties. Shit, from what i could hear. "Excuse me?" I returned, shocked. Flattered? Maybe.Taking his eyes off me for a second, focusing on the road ahead his gaze soon came back to mine. "Just making conversation" He replied. His gaze went back to the road. He was thin, athletic, blue eyes, and a shaven head, and was extremely attractive. Wow. He smelled amazing. I smiled nervously. He smiled back. "Only if its a big cock" I said jokingly. Unknown how to answer such a question. The truth is, i would love suck his playful member, the thought of such an action excited me. He looked at me again. His smiled bigger and wider than before. "Do ye want a look?" He questioned. My heart missed a beat. I felt bl**d rushing to my face, warming my cheeks. "Sure", i sounded nervous. Taking his gaze from the road, he look into his rear-view mirror once again. "Don't be nervous" He winked. He suggested that we pull over in the lay by, and i agreed. With the car parked up, he got out from the drivers seat and came into the back with me. Sitting …
Concerned
"Did you ever fuck your mother?" "Do what?" I responded confusingly. "You heard me." She continued. "When you were young and living at home, did you ever fuck your mother?" "What kind of demented question is that?" I asked. "It's not demented… in fact it's quite common, most people just don't talk about it. When you're younger I can understand keeping such a thing hush-hush, so that your father doesn't find out, but that was a long time ago and I think you can talk to your wife of all people about it now, don't you?" She asked. "No, I didn't fuck my mother. I believe that's called i****t and last time I checked it was against the law." I stated. My wife chuckled. "Yeah, so is adultry and last time I heard ninty-percent of the married population was commiting it." She answered. "Well, I certainly hope our marriage is one of the ten percent." I said. Suzan rolled her eyes and smiled. "Then you at least fantisized about fucking your mother?" She said. "No, I didn't fantisize, she was my mother for God sakes!" I shouted. My wife shook her head. "Liar." She said. "Most all teenaged boys fantisize about fucking their mothers, it's a well known fact. You fantisized about fucking your mother like Seth fantisizes about fucking me." "Suzan, that's crazy, how could you say that about your own son?" I asked. "Because it's true… Seth is no different than most other boys his age who dream of getting between thier mother's legs while thier fathers are at work. It's perfectly natural." …
The store
The store Being a business owner in miami Beach i always had what to look for going to open my store. Miami Beach after all is a sin city, women are not usually naked but are really fast at removing their light tiny clothes, have a nice car and be your own boss and you are every bitch's dream in town. One day at the store, business was slow and the my only employee asked to take the rest of the day off, sitting there alone in walks a lady with a short skirt long silky legs huge boobs almost popping out of her tiny shirt that only had 2 buttons between her boobs with no bra you can see a shadow of 2 resting nipples under it and showing all her stomach and belly, sexy body smooth looking skin nicely tanned high heels, and really sexy walk. I was in a nice mood and wanted to play. She comes in asking to get her phone fixed she had a problem with it I took her phone and ask about the problem while she was talking I noticed looking at the phone her background picture, it was her in sexy tiny swimming suit sitting on a guys shoulders in a swimming pool, I smiled and said nice picture! Oh that's my husband she answered I was referring to his wife I replied, but cute couple too(sarcastically I added) Her phone problem was not a big deal but to keep her a longer time, I told her that it will take about 15 to 20 minutes to fix, it's some programming and it will be all good and I can do it while she waited. While I was pretending to fix her phone I started pushing my luck little by …
Tuesday evening
It was Tuesday evening at the hostel and she was working a late shift with a sl**pover. At 9pm she had supervision with David. She had been working at the hostel for a while so her and David knew each other. In the supervision David asked her about how things were at home. She wasn’t enjoying being at home, that’s why she had taken the job. Because her and David were friends the conversation came around to sex and basically although she loved her husband she wasn’t getting enough sex. Later that night after 11pm when she finished her shift she went upstairs to have a bath, it was okay because there wasn’t any volunteers right now and in fact she had lied to her husband , it wasn’t a sl**pover, she had just arranged with David to stay upstairs because she didn’t want to go home. She decided to have a nice hot bath and then she went to her room and put her little nightie on and her dressing gown on. It was always very hot in the hostel so she didn’t bother having anything on her feet. She had forgotten her mobile phone downstairs so she went downstairs in bare feet, she had red nail varnish on her toes. She walked down the steps and her feet looked sexy. As she was coming down the stairs David was walking by, he said “I’ll be up for a cup of tea in a minute Pat all right”. As she walked into the locker room David was looking at her sexy ankles and her sexy wet hair and he remembered what she told him in supervision. He found himself getting hard. Twenty minutes later he went …
blowing his mind
I went to one of those old fashioned schools where they had prefects and liked to indulge in corporal punishments. These were usually administered by a prefect unless the crime were particularly heinous then it would be done by a master. The best thing about the place from my point of view was the time I spent in the bogs wanking with my two buddies Nick and Ed. Two of us would meat up at lunch time, slip into an empty cubicle and toss each other off, all great fun. Eddie would meet me on Saturday mornings, when his mother was at work and we would go through her very nice underwear and sniff the gussets of the panties that she had worn. Eddie even tried to fuck me on one occasion, I was desperate to get a cock up me, but his heart wasn't in it and we failed miserably. One of the prefects was called dick and everyone thought it was a very apt name. The lad was endowed with the cock of a donkey and it took very little for him to show it off to you, usually half hard. Should you be unfortunate enough to be sent to him for punishment he would give the choice of kissing his cock or taking the punishment. Most boys opted for the latter. I got caught in the shrubbery, a terrible offence for which you got the statutory six swipes with a pump. I was lucky in that Dick was on punishment duty that week and I had no intention of being slippered. As was his custom he offered me the alternatives and I opted to kiss his cock, well I would wouldn't I, I'd been sucking off men at the …
Bad Girl
(another original flight of fantasy by Me the first in a series of stories. In this context Daddy is a Daddy Dom and it is Role Play with people over the age of consent) I was getting ready for a party, wearing a halter neck dress that plunged deeply almost but not quite showing off my ample breasts and taking advantage of my bountiful cleavage, it was short enough that when I bent over the boys would get a look at the sexy mesh and lace panties that whilst they covered all the important things were shear and almost see through. I had applied more makeup that I would normally be allowed to wear gave a twirl in the mirror feeling slutty and a little bit whoreish as I put on my shoes to go dancing with friends, snuck past daddy’s study as quietly as I could and was almost at the front door when I dropped my keys swore and bent over to pick them up hoping he hadn’t heard Too late daddy appeared at his study door just as I bent over to pick up the keys I heard his sharp intake of breath knowing that he was seeing straight up my dress to be fair the dress came down to mid thighs it wasn’t that short I knew I was in trouble even before he spoke which is why I had tried to get out the front door unseen I turned on the spot and straightened up knowing that daddy would have got a good look at my cleavage and pink pouty glossy lips “In my office now” he barked and I knew he was really angry my pussy started to create a wet patch on my panties already. He spun me around as soon as I …
Reading Porn at the Library
Writing porn is usually a very lonely process, and if it weren't for the great encounters some of my stories are based on, and the great encounters that follow some of my stories, I wouldn't be doing it. This is about some of the more unexpected outcomes of forays into smut. My friend Novella, upon hearing that I'm also a writer of porn, thought it would be a great idea to organize an "intimate reading" at the library she works for. At first I was skeptical, especially about the audience and if they would be really aware of what they'd be in for, but she seemed so enthusiastic about it and didn't see any problems with it that I finally agreed. From what I understood, the event was mainly advertised in the lesbian community and the posters made sure this was an "adult, no holds barred, all pussies leaking" event on porn, unabashed, unashamed, without the pretentious mask of "erotica" or the word "sensual" in it. It was an event about getting hot, and getting off. To my surprise, there was an actual little crowd on the evening of the reading. Novella introduced me, beaming visibly for excitement. She was dressed unusually tastefully and nice for her, wearing a tunic-like teal dress that was flowing nicely down her figure, stretching a little around her wide thighs. The blue streaks in her short black hair were only faintly visible in the spotlight and she actually wore decent makeup behind her glasses – thin eyeliner and some mascara that showed her beautiful long lashes. …
Rough Riding Cowboys
This is my raw and raunchy fantasy. If you do not like rape and abusive race play, you should stop reading now. Well, it all starts with my friend Mindy. She is a transplanted Texan and was missing her home town terribly. So, some of the girls and I decided to take her to a new Honky Tonk bar that opened on the outskirts of town. When we get to the bar the place is crowded and everyone is dancing drinking and having a good time Walking in all eyes are on us. We are a group of hot young women out to party and are strangers to them. I stick out like a sore thumb because I am the only black girl there. I am wearing jeans, heels and a red bustier over my big tits. My creamy brown skin and big brown eyes complimented by a luscious ass were immediately noticable in a room full of white people. Tall slim and beautiful with gorgeous tits, I began to feel a little self conscious from all of the stares. We joined in the dancing and are soon surrounded by hunky cowboys. I'm drinking more than usual because I was a little nervous about coming here. Bad idea, because I'm buzzed. Cindy is our designated driver but I should never have consumed so much beer. A tall handsome guy pushes up behind me and starts dirty dancing. Grinding his cock against my ass. I can tell he is packing and it feels good. He whispers in my ear "I want a taste of chocolate tonight". I should have pushed him away, I should have told him to calm the fuck down. But..I didn't. And he then slides his hand up my body to …
50 Pounds Bet
“That was a lovely meal,” Suzy said to me, looking up from her beer. “Did you notice that waiter? He kept trying to look down your dress every time he got near the table. ” We were sitting in the beer garden outside a pub not far from the restaurant. We had spent the night with friends after missing the last train following a dinner party at their house and decided to have an early lunch before getting the train home. “I can’t say I noticed. Were you getting jealous?” Suzy asked me, playfully rubbing her leg against mine. “No, no. Maybe he was just staring because not many women wear evening dress in the afternoon. ” “Maybe I should take it off. Would you like that?” Suzy asked. She stood up, seductively placing her hands on her hips and raising the dress slightly. She raised her eyebrows at me, then laughed out loud. “Maybe later. I’m just going to the Ladies Room to check I’m not showing more than I should be. Did you see where it is when you bought the drinks?” “Yeah. It’s just by the door as you go in. ” “Thanks. Be sure to wait for me, won’t you. ,” she grinned at me, knowing I’d wait forever. I turned to watch her go. She really did look sexy in the dress. It was bright red, very short and daringly low cut at the front. Wearing matching stiletto heels, her full breasts and shapely ass stuck out in all the right ways. All the men at the party last night were drinking her in with their eyes, and I knew she was enjoying the attention. I wondered if she was lying about …
The Audition
Maureen’s car pulled into the parking lot of the motel then swung into an empty slot. Turning off the ignition, she sat still for a moment or two before getting out. It was the start of her big adventure. It had all begun about a month earlier when she noticed an ad in the local personal ads: “Attn. attractive women interested in adult entertainment industry please contact” followed by an email address. Curiosity took hold of her and she responded, just to see what it was all about. What followed was a volley of emails: the first ones to confirm she was interested, that she was over 21, that she knew what the subject matter was, etc., etc. Finally she received one that explained that this was an agency that provided a contact service for women willing to participate in internet pornography. It stated that there was big money to be made in this field, and if one wished, it need not stop with the internet; it could be a stepping stone to work in the fulltime world of adult entertainment. All she had to do was open the attached file, fill out the questionnaire, and hit send. If she could scan a recent photograph of herself and attach it, this would be greatly appreciated. She opened the file and read it. Innocent enough, the questions were about what you would have expected: reconfirming her age and the fact she requested the information, her height, weight, measurements, and sexual preferences. She filled it out truthfully, scanned a photo, and sent it. Her big adventure was …
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 🙂 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 …
Sex Studio Secrets #6: Wendy-4
Wendy wants to know how to work well as a hot pro with her fancies and fetishes for foot-fucks Wendy wants to get wet from smelly feet as well as from the smell of panties worn for many days Wendy wants advise of Professor Peter, her confessor and consultant in matters of life and love Wendy wants to know his interesting ideas how she might reach her goal to live from her fancies Wendy sits at his lap as she listens to his opinion, the possibilities he sees for implementation Wendy agrees that in the end she wants to be independent, but at the start she will need some help Wendy blushes at his praise: "It's your idea dear, so you should make sure you will be your own boss Wendy, in the beginning you will need an agreement with your boss and sex partner for foot fetish!" Rommy lives above her specialized shoe-shop for females with only long leather boots and high heels Rommy looks lovely herself with her long legs, usually wearing over-the-knee boots when she works Rommy never wears any underwear under her short sexy dresses, only some shiny silky pretty panties Rommy knows only wealthy women can afford to buy something sexy from her exquisite erotic offers! Professor Peter whispers his ideas in Wendy's ear: "Listen carefully, my dirty dear cute beauty: Poet Peter will help you in your nice nasty negotiations with your lover-boss for your interest Please project your pretty plans towards your future independence: to live from your fetishes! Proper preparation should start …