We sat opposite each other in the hot water. A week ago I could not have imagined being naked in front of another person, yet, here I was, sharing a bath with another woman. I reasoned that the circumstances precluded any form of sexual activity but, nevertheless, I knew now that I was an adult. I could stand on my own two feet and my destiny was firmly in my own hands. Then I studied Bethany. Any other time I am sure she would have been all over me but, on this awful morning, she was subdued, absent mindedly soaping her wash cloth and cleansing herself slowly, her thoughts completely on Maggie and what had happened. Slowly, she realised I was looking at her and she smiled. “Maggie was loike a sister to me, Miss. Oi will miss her something terrible oi will.” “I know you will, Bethany.” I replied. “When oi were flogged the other day, It were Maggie who soothed moi bum because she knows oi don't loike the pain and she always looks after me that way… well, looked…” Her eyes began to fill again and she took a deep breath. “Oi got to be strong now, 'aven't oi, Miss?” I took her hand in mine. “You do but I am sure we will all look after each other. I will make sure that you will have someone if you need them.” “You are so kind, Miss Victoria. Who do you 'ave in mind?” “Me, of course, I will always help you if I can.” I smiled. She lowered her gaze and her face glowed bright red. “Come on then.” I went on, “We must get on. We have a rather difficult day ahead of us I …
I Caught My Wife
my wife works for a major chain store in dublin ireland she had been telling me about one of the managers who works in the stock inwards section who she said she found she could talk to about anything, things that where going on in her life that she could not talk to other friends about, she was going on & on about this chap so much that something just did`nt seem right i asked her if anything was going on with him and she said they were just friends having a laugh in work thats it nothing else, any way one night she tells me he has been flashing her and she thought this was very funny ,and let him carry on flashing over the next couple of weeks, then she tells me she flashed her **** at him though nothing else happened i told her its not on, but she says its just a laugh. then she tells me he droped in for a coffee on his lunch break and they were talking about sex but he was nervous spilled his coffee and said he had to go back to work, they were talking about what he would like to do to her but she said it was all talk . then she arranged for him to call again when i was collecting the k**s from school she told me he was coming down to talk about stoping the sexy chat & banter in work so i said he is not interested in talking about work he is coming down with the intension of getting what he can from her , no no you have him all wrong she protested, ok let him come down talk to him but you better tell me if he tries anything i said, she agreed . so i have a small covert …
Fantasy world adventure pt 4- Breeding Draenei.
Chapter 4 Derek had only been able to send reinforcements to aid sylvanas against the rebels in her land. They had arrived safely and had begun beating the rebellion down efficiently. Deren would aid them with the full might of the empire as soon as the winter weather abated. For now all he could do is wait. Unfortunately it wasn't all fun and games at the capital. Well, not for him at least. Since the birth of his worgen daughter by Arlena, women from all races had been throwing themselves at him. Problem was, he couldn't get rid of them. He loved Arlena, his queen. The worgen beauty sat beside him on a silver throne as she suckled their daughter. She was in her human form and looked even more beautiful. Long black hair, brown eyes and fit trim body both suitable for combat and child bearing. Her face held a feral beauty that still made his cock ache. And then came other issue…… "The draenei queen wishes to renegotiate her loyalty to your highness…." Deren was told this by the draenei ambassador told him as Deren sat on his gold throne. Though he was the only ruler of all races on Azeroth, there were still those who had held power in their respective races and were recognised as the voice of their people. The Queen of the draenei, Farmeena, was one of these. The hall was filled with whispers, especially from the draenei. Did their want them eradicated? Any sign of rebellion would be crushed and their race would suffer? The emperor had too strong an army for a …
A Lesbian Love Story…Of Sorts
A Lesbian Love Story…Of Sorts PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE? L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters. Love. Just one simple word. Love. No two people would create the same definition. Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love the Big Bang Theory; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wearing stockings; I love sex. Yet had I ever felt true love? I don’t know. I definitely thought I was in love on a few occasions, but that faded away over time. I love you. Three simple words. I have said them before; I have had them said to me; were they meant sincerely? I like to think so. Were they actually true deep down in their heart? Maybe. This is a love story. This is my love story. Is it a traditional love story? No. It is a complex, layered and sexually filled story. Will you think it is a true love story? That is up to you, as each defines love as they see it. So don’t judge my view of love. It is messy, complicated, addictive and, yet I think, pure. It wasn’t until I was 26 and my best friend for many years announced she was engaged and getting married that I realized I was in love; pure, unconditional love. A love that overwhelms you. It is intoxicating; bewildering; overwhelming; haunting. This is the story of how I found such a love. For me, love equals Gwen. CHAPTER 1: A REVELATION Gwen and I were best friends since grade 10. We had almost every class together and graduated …
The Best Summer Of My Life: Part 2
The first few weeks working for the Fitzgerald's went by smoothly. The work wasn't demanding and it kept me busy throughout the day. Mr. Fitzgerald became friendlier and we would share a beer when he got home from work. Mrs. Fitzgerald was still a mystery to me. I had not seen much of her those first few weeks. She would come home from work, make some food for herself or her husband if he was home, then retire upstairs for the evening. The woman was extremely anti social but I was still fixated on her. One morning, I noticed something out of the ordinary. I was mowing the lawn on one of the hottest days of the summer and I stopped to wipe the sweat from my forehead using my shirt. I turned to see Mrs. Fitzgerald standing in the window, and our eyes met and she quickly shut the curtains and ran to another room. She seemed to be admiring my physique, and I could tell by how hard she was staring she liked what she saw. I didn't think much of it at the time, but it began to happen more frequently. Any time I was doing work around the house Mrs. Fitzgerald was silently watching me from afar. Every time I caught her sneeaking a peek at me, she would turn red in the face and pretend like she was cleaning or run to some other part of the house. It became a game of sorts, to see if I could catch her or not. I didn't understand why she was doing it, but I also didn't care. I found her attractive, and from what I could tell she also found me attractive. I decided it was time to have my …
Best Friends Milf
Brandon had finished his finals at the local college and decided to see if his buddy Randy was home yet. He arrived at his house, and knocked on the back door hoping he hadn't missed him. he could hear foot steps coming toward the door. He could make out through the glass in the door that it was Randy's Mom. "Hi Brandon what brings you by? "Hello Mrs. De Carlo….is Randy here?" "No Brandon, you just missed him. He's gone to take his finals, but he'll be home at around four. Would you like to wait for him?" "Sure Mrs. De Carlo, if you don't mind." "Call me Maria, Brandon, no need to be so formal." Brandon really liked Maria. She always had a smile, and always treated him nice. Brandon always checked her our when he thought no one was looking. For a woman in her early forties, she still had a great body. She was a beautiful woman, tall, around 5' 8" with really nice tits and a great ass. She had shoulder length red hair, and really pretty hazel eyes. She was always giving him a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, and sometimes she would do both. He loved it when she hugged him, mashing those gorgeous tits into his chest. He almost thought she was doing in on purpose sometimes, but what he loved most was how it embarrassed his buddy randy. After the hug Maria said, "You're welcome to wait for Randy if you'd like. You can go down to the basement and watch TV or we can talk if you'd like." No sooner had she finished talking than the phone rang. Brandon went to the fridge and grabbed a …
Nurse Jaymie – An Adult Story
I opened the big metal door, leading to the flight deck. I could still feel the jet wash from the plane that just took off. I crossed the flight deck to the helicopter. I put on the head phones and tossed my gear on the seat next to me. I gave the pilot, the thumbs up. I closed my eyes as we lifted off. It was a thirty minute ride to Port au Prince. Most of the island of Haiti was still in bad shape, from the earthquake. I was meeting a group of doctors, who were there to help. Most were from the United States. Just like me. I was suppose to land in the Capitol and then drive to a remote part of the island. I was going to get my instruction, once I landed. The sun was directly in my eyes. I put on some sunglasses as we past along the coast. I could still see the island in rubble as we approached the landing area. I held my breath as we touched down. I took of my head phone and grabbed my gear. I put my black boots down on the broken concrete runway. I looked around as the helicopter took off. I started walking to the nearest air plane hangar. I opened the small metal door to the hangar. I could hear some people talking as I walked farther inside. I noticed a big group gathered around some small tables. I smiled as I got closer. There was one person talking. “I’m Captain Smith. Welcome to Haiti. Thank you for coming. I know most of you, have traveled a great distance to be here. We could not do this with out you. I like to thank all the doctors, nurses and volunteers for …
Naked Quidditch Match – pt 7
To: Albus Dumbledore / Headmaster From: Ginny Weasley Re: Lord Voldemort Attach: (100 K) Professor: As we have developed and marketed recent inspirational materials (Moldiemort Robes, and our newest product Mockeries of a Dark Lord due for release in hardcover next month), we have received many threats from Lord Voldemort. While hollow in nature, and really quite trivial, we do believe a potential "retaliation" of Moldie with his unhygenic Death Eaters may disrupt the game. Given the passion we Gryffindors have for our sport and our team, I would like to make a few suggestions as to how to prevent ol' Moldie from causing any problems. A) A prevalent display of Moldiemort robes would cause him much anguish and frustration, possibly throwing him off his game. B) The attached magical slide-show advertising the upcoming book, Mockeries of a Dark Lord, will also cause him much emotional grief. C) Dragon sweeps. We have three on the premise, complete with trained riders. Sweeps of these creatures will disrupt the magical fields and stability needed for the Death Eaters to apparate with structure. Any other defenses you may determine needful would also be welcomed, but the above are easily incorporated and will definitely give Tommy some emotional trauma that should give us an advantage. Best regards, G. Weasley To: Lucius Malfoy From: The Dark Lord of Sith Re: Potter Malfoy, I expect your attendance upon me within the hour. A situation has arisen that requires immediate …
Finding Her Heart in Portland
Finding Her Heart in Portland I sat there on my barstool, twiddling the straw in my drink, a fantastic blend of rum and fruit juices, wondering if I’d find anyone who caught my interest tonight. The hotel concierge had recommended this club, a secluded venue named Jolt, tucked into an out of the way Portland neighborhood. I loved my new dress, a form fitting bit in a deep and dark purple that clung to ever single curve I have. My blond hair tumbled down over my shoulders, straight flows that ended at my ample, braless breasts. I kept my make-up simple, purple eyeliner to make my grey-green eyes stand out. My stiletto heels, in a striking silver, brought my 5’2 form up to normal people height. I sipped at my drink watching the buff, though likely gay, bartender mix and shake drinks quickly and efficiently. The music was incredibly soothing, and arousing, changing from slow, sensual rhythms to fast, frantic pieces to keep the many dancers changing pace. I turned a bit on my stool to watch the people press their bodies against one another, and move to the music. And that is when she walked in. I didn’t know it yet, but her name is Leona. She was with a small group of women, I assumed her friends, as they entered the floor. She strode confidently on her gold heels, in a slinky green dress, high on the thigh that dipped low between her breasts, with a gold belt for adornment. Her dark brown curls sat beautifully upon her shoulders, accenting her lovely face. Her skin was a bit …
Daughters Home Coming 2
The morning was beautiful; the sun was shining in a clear blue sky. It was a bit chilly first thing, but it was going to be a warm day later on. Julie went to sit in the conservatory, with some orange juice and a magazine. Patricia wanted to do some baking, so I picked up my ipad and coffee and then joined Julie in the conservatory. Julie and I chatted for a while. Julie said, 'You make my mother very happy.' 'Thank you, that's a nice thing to say,' I replied. As the morning went on, the temperature rose and Julie decided it was time to catch some rays and get a tan. She disappeared upstairs and returned wearing a very skimpy, blue bikini, which just about covered her pert breasts. Julie went into the garden and set up a sun bed. After a few minutes, she skipped back into the house, looking for some sun lotion. When Julie found a bottle of sun lotion, she asked Patricia, 'Can you rub some lotion into my back, please.’ Patricia declined, saying, 'My hands are covered in flour and cake mix. Ask Alan, he is not doing much and I’m sure he would be happy to help you.’ Julie skipped back into the conservatory, thrust the bottle of lotion into my hand and marched back to her sunbed. Patricia bellowed, from the kitchen, ‘Go and help her apply some sun lotion or she will be moaning all day.’ I went into the garden, which was edged by conifers, giving it seclusion from the neighbours. I sat on the edge of the sunbed and Julie reached behind her, pulling the strings of her bikini top …
Anniversary Trip ch.2 – Sex Slave Stripper
Anniversary Trip (II) – Sex Slave Stripper This is the second installment of our trip to Las Vegas on the occasion of our 10th wedding anniversary. See the story "Tenth Wedding Anniversary" for the first part of the story. By the time we arrived in Vegas, it was very late, almost midnight. We were both too tired to do anything but check into our hotel, get a late snack in one of the open restaurants in the hotel and go to bed. At 8:00 AM, I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. Paula is usually too sl**py in the morning for sex so I just have to take a cold shower. But not this morning! I flipped the covers back exposing her body clad only in the shortie gown she usually wears. It always turns me on because it covers virtually nothing, particularly when it rides up on her hips, which is where it was when I threw the covers back. When I rolled my wife over onto her back, she moaned, "Not now, Honey. Later. I'm still sl**py." "NO! NOW! Right NOW! Remember, you're my sex slave for two days and I'm ready to sample my sex slave's cunt." (For those readers who have not read our description of the first two days of our Vegas Trip, I should say that in return for my letting her seduce and have sex with a 17-year boy in Albuquerque on the trip out, she promised to be my sex slave for two days in Vegas.) I pulled Paula's legs wide open and pushed a pillow beneath her hips. "Reach down and pull open your cunt, Slave", I commanded. Realizing that she had …
Over the Wall and First Fuck
It was a few months after my first introduction to men that I came to a decision to leave off my underpants when visiting toilets for sex. This was because my last encounter was standing at a urinal which was full of men and being groped by the men on either side of me. I had my cock out wanking as they were when the one on my left reached over and took my cock in his hand and commenced rubbing it. He had difficulty getting his hand round my balls because of my underpants being somewhat restrictive. The man on my right put his hand over and joined the other man in feeling and rubbing my cock. It was a fantastic feeling to have two strange hands working me over and to see their hands intertwined at times. The guy on the right then brought his left hand and put it down my trousers at the back and massaged my ass. He again was experiencing some restriction. So I broke away and entered a cubicle and removed my underpants. What a difference it made when I came back to stand between the two again. They had complete freedom with my cock and balls and also at the back. It ended up with four hands working my cock balls and ass and having two strangers fingers inserted into my ass exciting me even more. These pleasures only made me hunger after more. The next day I came back with no underpants on, The urinals were full as usual and no room for me. I went into a cubicle, sat down and got a hard-on and commenced wanking. I was lying against the cistern with my head back and eyes …
cheating wife
My wife and I were married young. I met her when she was a virgin and I was her first and only sexual partner. I have noticed lately that she looks at other men and has been openly flirting with many guys. I asked her if she is sorry I was the only man she ever fucked. She told me no but she confessed that she wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone else. My wife is 43 and has kept herself in great shape. She looks like a hot 30 year old woman. She has fake tits that look great. A flat stomach. A great set of sexy legs. She stands 5’2” tall and is about 125 pounds. She is a solid girl and gets a lot of attention from guys where ever she goes. For her to find someone to fuck for a one night stand would be extremely easy. I had my share of woman before I met my wife so I told her if she wanted to try having sex with someone else I would let her; under one condition. I would put in a camera so I could watch. She seemed ok with the idea, almost too ok with it. I asked her if she had someone in mind. She said there is a guy she works with that has been flirting with her and has been rubbing up against her. She said he turns her on and would like to have sex with him. I told her it would be ok. Now we have to figure out when and she could fuck him here in our bed. This way I would know where I can hide the camera where they would not be seen. I could use blue tooth and connect it to my computer and hide in the basement while they fuck. My wife was anxious to do …
Journey Towards Sex With Mom
I am 22, live in Pune and work in an IT firm. My parents live in Mumbai. My dad had bought a house in Pune long back and thus I live in it alone. My mom and dad visit frequently and stay over the weekend. My dad had to go to London for business work for 2 weeks and hence my mom came to live with me in Pune while he was gone. Living alone, I had got me into some very bad habits like masturbating twice a day, watching a lot of porn. I also had habit of watching i****t porn and reading ISS so I was a little horny and had it somewhere in my mind that I want to have sex with my mom. My mom had got married very early at 20 years of age and was thus only 21 years elder to me. I am the only son. She was 43 years, looked very young for her age. I don’t know the exact figure, but she had voluptuous 40 sized breasts. She was a forward minded mom and usually wore t-shirts and half sleeve tanks while at home, and her cleavage showed 60% of her breasts. I got too horny when she was around, and in a way felt guilty that I was in a constant state of arousal. It had been 2 days since she was at home, and I hadn’t masturbated. I was very horny and she being around in her cleavage made me hornier. It was a Sunday; she said she was going to neighbor aunt’s house for some work. I took this as a chance, and as soon as I heard the door shut, I closed it from inside, went inside the bedroom and started jerking off to my mom. I was feeling amazing, jerking off after 2 full days. I wanted to last …
Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 7: While the Cat i
When Pamela Mainwaring went to work on Monday she wore a big smile, but she was also exhausted. Her pussy and ass were both sore courtesy of Darla's strap on and something called a "feeldoe," not to mention assorted other vibrators, butt plugs, and miscellaneous toys that Darla had insisted she try at least once. Pamela had no idea how many orgasms she had experienced since Friday night but it was a pretty high number. She felt a little guilty about the fact that Sean was stuck up in the Canadian wilderness with a bunch of guys and only his right hand and a bottle of lotion for comfort. She'd make it up to him when he got home. She hadn't felt this sexually alive in years. It was like she'd come out of a long sl**p into sudden consciousness. It was a whole new world. Fortunately for Pamela it was a light day in the office and just about everything important was something her assistant could handle (and was eager to) with a little guidance from Pamela. No meetings, thank goodness. She hit the gym on the way home and f***ed herself to work out. Pamela hadn't been to the gym in years – not until Sean started losing weight and working out. She'd gone at first because she wanted to support his health but after a while she started seeing the benefits in the mirror and kept it up. She wasn't a gym rat but she went two or three times a week. Finally, she got home, fixed herself a light meal, got a glass of wine, and sat down at the computer to start uploading the weekend's video …
Becoming Daddys Little Halloween Princess
Becoming Daddy's Little Halloween Princess I was always envious of the pretty, sexy silky clothes my three older sisters got to wear, and even during early childhood found the laundry hamper to be my favorite play pen as I could wallow in the feel and smells of their discarded intimate underthings. Not only did I sniff and fondle their underwear, but in the privacy of the bathroom, I would try on my sisters' bras, panties, and slips and prance and pose in front of the mirror, causing my little willie to get so hard it would poke out from under their tiny little bikinis and thongs. I was the youngest of the family, and my older sisters enjoyed "babying" me as a child. They sort of treated me like a doll, dressing me up, playing with me. I have always been petite for a boy, small boned, and instead of ever being called "handsome," I would frequently hear people calling me "cute" or even "adorable." I have naturally long eyelashes and blue eyes. I love my blonde hair, and have always hated to have it cut, so I wear it long, past my shoulders. Particularly when people come at me from behind, I am often mistaken for a girl, maybe because, despite being a boy I actually have a shapely bottom that from behind definitely makes me look like I have a feminine figure. Often, I thought of myself as just "one of the girls," along with my sisters. I always preferred traditionally girly activities and never went in for rough-housing or sports. There was only one Man of the House in our …
MAKING YOU MY BITCH
I WOULD KEEP YOU AS MY SLAVE FOR 3 DAYS NO COMING OR GOING IN THAT TIME PERIOD. YOU WOULD ONLY BE ABLE TO EAT, DRINK,SIT OR sl**p WHEN I SAY YOU CAN. THE ENTIRE THREE DAYS I WOULD KEEP YOU IN A DOG COLLAR TO USE AS I SEE FIT, WHEN EVER I FEEL THE NEED. THE ONLY TIME I WILL REMOVE THEM IS WHEN YOU BATH ME. YOU WILL HAVE TO WASH MY HAIR, SHAVE MY LEGS, AND MY PUSSY. THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO TOWEL ME OFF. I ONLY WANT YOUR DICK HARD WHEN I MAKE IT HARD. I WILL WALK YOU THROUGH THE HOUSE ALWAYS ON ALL FOUR AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK INTO MY EYES EVER. IF YOU EVER STRAY FROM THIS I WILL USE MY FLOGGER ACROSS YOUR BACK……AND IT HAS THREE BEADS AT THE END OF EVERY STRING. SO YOU WILL FEEL EVERY STRIKE. WHILE ON ALL FOUR I WANT TO HAVE YOU ON A LEASH FACING THE FLOOR THE WHOLE TIME, BECAUSE YOU ARE BENEATH ME. I WANT TO SIT ON YOUR BACK AND RIDE YOU AROUND THE HOUSE WITH MY HOT WET PUSSY PRESSING AGAINST YOUR SKIN AND WITH EVERY MOVEMENT MAKES ME RUB AGAINST YOU…..WHEN THE RIDE IS DONE I WILL TAKE TWO FINGERS ACROSS YOUR BACK WHERE I HAVE MADE YOU WET AND SHOVE THOSE FINGERS INTO YOUR MOUTH AND TELL YOU TO SUCK THEM CLEAN LIKE A GOOD LITTLE FUCKER YOU ARE. IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO I WILL USE MY HEELS AND PUSH INTO YOUR SHOULDER AND SHOVE YOU TO THE FLOOR PULL BOTH HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK, PUTTING MY KNEES INTO YOUR BACK PINNING YOUR HANDS DOWN AND I WILL FUCK YOUR MOUTH WITH MY PUSSY DRIPPING FINGERS,,,LIKE AS IF YOU ARE SUCKING A COCK…..AND DON’T CHOKE OR I WILL DO IT ROUGHER. …
What Candy Needs
…but this night, with alcohol-laced breath, you respond. Uncertainly and almost instinctively at first but with increasing urgency your lips open to mine. Your body is backed up against the wall and your breasts pressed against me, raised high in a summer blouse that suddenly seems flimsy and inadequate. I slip my hands up across your smooth thighs and lift you up slightly as my wet lips pull away from your urgent tongue and nuzzle your neck leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses. I hear your breathing deep and ragged. It reminds me of who I'm with and what we’re doing. ___________________________ I had been walking you home from work during the dark winter evenings for several weeks but never a hint that you would respond if I made a move. This evening we had stayed out longer, it was true, and you had laughed more often than before, had taken more wine. But I had no idea, Candy… My first kiss had been instinctive, with no great plan behind it. After a moment’s surprise you had kissed me back. Urgently with hot lips. So here we are, standing outside your house, grabbing at each other like frustrated teenagers. My warm hand briefly leaves your thigh to tug down your blouse. You’re wearing a brief bra, just enough to cover your pale breasts. Desperate to see you I scoop first the left and then the right breast out of their shallow cover. Your full, white flesh shines in the pale light, your nipples small and erect. The sight of you exposed, your breasts presented, and your …
My kinky girl friend trys anal
Last week turned out a lot better than I would have have expected with my girl friend, she had tricked me into going to a swingers club with her, and by the end of the night had been fucked by 4 guys, all dropping their cum in her pussy, more than once too. But what really surprised me was her wanting to see me being fucked by another guy, and even with her fisting me as the night wore on. I had set up a douche in her house, and showed her how to use it, and to try it during the week and get used to the feeling of cleaning her anus. When I phoned her Thursday, she said it felt weird, but also nice, once she had used it a couple of time,s, I told her to make sure Friday night she was well clean as Sue was heading out again, and for her to come over. 6.30 pm friday, Sue was ready, her DD cup boobs hanging free as her dress clung to her body, kissing me as she walked out to meet her boyfriend for more fun, both saying to one another to have a good time. 7 pm Jackie arrived, looking shy, I laughed and said, "I hope your ready, I'm going to ripp you a new one tonight". as my mouth closed in to kiss her hello. I took my time, building her sexual awareness up, making sure she was well and trully horny before trying any thing new, I slipped my finger in her anus as I was fucking her, and she began to groan louder, that was a good sign, so I turned her over doggy, and slipped my cock back in, this time, the small thin didlo slipped slowly into her butt as I fucked her. Jackie jumped …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 41: Incest (Part 1)
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-40”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… Family gatherings. Sometimes they are awesome. Sometimes they suck. It all depends on the family. Luckily, my family is pretty cool. And even luckier, a few of them are actually quite hot. Of course, I had always managed to keep my perverse urges in check. But the thing is, it was the first family gathering since I had become an erotica author. And as some of you may know, when you spend most of your time working on one particular thing, it becomes hard to think of anything else. Because of this, that particular family gathering would turn out to be the most perverse to date. At least in my head… I had hitched a ride with my sister and her boyfriend and …
Forced to take my Mother
"You getting nice and wet mommy?" he asked, "You all worked up grinding on your son's cock?" "Yes," she moaned as I continued to work her nipples. "Is he hard for his mommy?" "Oh, very hard." She purred causing me to blush. "Hey Mark, she right? You nice and hard for your slut mother?" "Yeah," I moaned around her nipple as she started moving her hips in circles around my trapped cock. "So you got your hot mother almost naked and willing to do anything you want. What do you want her to do, Mark?" I knew what he wanted me to say because the image of my mother on her knees at the pool surged into my mind. I envisioned the mother son fantasy movies I had watched and thought of those sons getting blow jobs from their horny mothers. But they were actors, not real blood and… "Answer me, what do you want mommy to do for you?" I had leaned away from her nipples and looking up into her face, saw she was as flushed as I was and her red hair was beginning to stick to her sweat slicked cheeks. Again she gave me a wink, "Go ahead, baby, tell mommy what you want." "You want her to suck your cock don't you? Want her to get on her knees and use that nasty mouth on you." "Yes." I said simply. "Not good enough, tell her!" "Mom, I want you to…" "Better!" he snarled. "Get on your knees and suck my cock!" I snapped, my nerves lending force to my words. "I'd love to." Mom said with a convincing smile. She slid off of my lap and stood in front of me, before making a show of slowly dropping to …
My first Big Black Cock
Let me start by saying I've always considered myself straight. Totally attracted to women, and not finding men's bodies sexy at all. That being said, when I watched porn I always preferred to see penetration. There was just something about watching a hard cock plunging in and out of a hot wet pussy that got me so hard. But more often I enjoyed watching blow job movies. The sight of a woman sucking on that hard member and getting a big load in her mouth was such a turn on. I later discovered I had what is referred to as and oral fixation. At a young age I developed a habit of sucking on my lower lip. During adolesence I surpressed the urge, I would only find myself doing it while watching porn. Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much porn, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in social studies, Susan. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty porn I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occured to me it would be an even bigger turn on to watch porn while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older s****rs room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Susans, and hurried back to my room. Putting them on I was in ecstasy. Wearing them and masturbating with them …
Washing Machine 2
My girlfriend, Ann, said, “If I’m going to treat you like laundry, that means you will go into the washing machine whenever I say you do and you won’t come out until I am finished with the wash and decide you’re clean. It means you will be washed with the rest of the load, hot or cold, whites or permanent press, normal or delicates. You will be washed with detergent and rinsed with fabric softener. If I have four loads to wash you will be in the washer four times, once for each load. If this is what you agree to, there is no going back…ok?” The choice was obvious and with that she brought her basket of dirty clothes over to the washer and casually threw them into the machine with me. I was starting to get some second thoughts and was just about to get out when she reached into the machine with a large two cup container of Tide. I said, “That’s way too much detergent,” as I started to get out. She gently pushed me back into the washer and said, “My laundry doesn’t get out of the machine, nor does it talk back. I will deal with that a little later.” She poured the entire two cups of detergent all over me and closed the door. I heard the buttons being pushed and suddenly the warm water stared flowing into the drum. Suds quickly filled the drum as the water mixed with the Tide. The drum started to spin sloshing all the soapy water all over me and the clothes. I was certainly going to get clean. Finally, the last spin completed and I thought I would be released to the confines …
the guys return for more fun
Colin and his friends were really enjoying our orgies, and kinky fun with thier dogs, so when Colin said they were all keen once more we set the date, Colin saying it will be a bigger bus this time, as more guys had heard about the orgies now, if that is ok, we said yes of course, saying we would be inviting a few of our bi friends too. Saturday Sue and I got ready, looking forward to a long night once more, some of our more regular guys turned up early, around 4pm, so we started with them, making them keep their cum for later, we let them fuck us slowly and warm us up, although we both got one fill of hot cum, to lube our holes. Around 7pm the bus arrived we already had 6 or 7 of our friends fucking us, so Colin brought his mates in and within seconds every one was naked and looking for a hole to fill, both dogs were laying waiting thier turn. The night turned into one long fuck feast as Sue and I were kept busy with more cocks and cum than before, it was after all the guys had cum at least once, we heard them ask Sue to let the dogs fuck her, this time Sue got a guy in her pussy and then told them to bring the Sheppard over to mount her ass, the new guys keen to see a doggy show closed in. As the tip entered her ass, guys gasped and cocks sprung up hard, then it all went in and Sue was working both cocks hard the guys just about blew thier wads over her, the guy in her pussy not able to move a lot but the friction of the dogs cock in her ass gave him plenty of feelings …
Masquerade, Chapter 2
The next day I kept my promise, calling her on my lunchbreak. "Hello?" she said, answering the phone. "Hi Tracy, it's Rick from the party," I said. "Oh, hi Rick!" she said, "How are you?" "Well I recovered from last night finally, so that's something!" I said. "Yeah, that was some party, but it was fun," she said. "Actually, I was referring to the after-party!" I said. There was a long pause. "Oh," she said. I could almost hear her blush in her reply. "I was wondering if you'd like to get a cup of coffee. I will be getting off work in a couple hours and I'd like to see you again. I had a really good time last night," I told her. "I-I had a good time too," she said a bit flustered. "Yeah, I would like to have coffee with you." "Great! Do you know the Starbuck's at 10th and Central Avenue?" "I can find it. I know the area," she said. "Good, how about we meet there around 4:00 then?" "Okay, I'll see you then," she said, hanging up the phone. 4:00 found me sitting in the Starbuck's at a table facing the door. I had arrived a few minutes early because I wanted to be there when she arrived. It's a good thing I did too, because she arrived right on time. She walked into the coffee shop and I instantly saw her. I got up from the table and met her at the door. "You look amazing!" I said as I approached her. And she did, wearing a sexy red knit dress with a sweetheart neckline that gave a good view of her cleavage while still being acceptable in public. The dress was mid-thigh length …