This story is fully factual and happened about 25 years ago but it is still as fresh in my mind as if it happened only yesterday.The setting: A large bank in the North of England with a large foyer and huge reception desk.The time and place: A wet spring in Yorkshire, UK.The Bet: I worked with several guys who all used the same bank as me. There were a few different receptionists but one in particular was what we would talk about. She was about 5’ 6” tall with mid brown short hair, her shape was what you would now call a BBW. Her one feature that caught everyone’s attention was her breasts; they were huge. She dressed very conservatively but she couldn’t hide her two outstandingly large boobs completely. Chatting her up presented a huge problem as she was always so busy with visitors that there was no opportunity to even speak to her. But, as often happened, she had a friend who did relief duty during the quieter times of the day such as mid-afternoon. So after a few brief conversations with this friend I gleaned that our busty BBW took her coffee break at these times in a small room at the rear of the foyer. After much bantering with the other guys we arrived at a bet that involved getting a date with our busty BBW. My tactic was to talk to her friend who was much more accessible and I soon found out that our busty BBW visited her parents once a week and her bus route was the same as my route home by car. So the very next week I spotted her at the bus stop and pulled up …
i****t in f****y, I fuck aunt
My name is David, I’m pretty average all around. Medium build, not really that fit with a six and a half inch penis. I was twenty when this whole thing happened and it was Thanksgiving. I didn’t have much f****y nearby but I did have my aunt, Amy. Amy was forty six with dark hair, big tits and a large ass. She wasn’t a particularly fit woman but she was still attractive. My uncle had died a few years prior leaving Amy with my young cousin. Since I had nowhere to go she invited me to Thanksgiving and I accepted. The meal was fine, sat down, ate and talked, reminisced about when my uncle was alive. Then my cousin left to spend the night with a friend and my aunt and I went into the living room to watch some TV. Soon after sitting down my aunt looks over and says: “Well David, now that Lori(my cousin) is gone we can get out the good stuff.” With this she got up and retrieved a bottle of Jack from the cupboard and two glasses and then returned to the living room. “I know this is your favorite, and you know it’s mine so I figured we would have some tonight,” she said while pouring two double shots. “Fine by me,” I replied taking my glass. “What should we drink to?” I added. She cocked her head and thought for a second then said “How about, to the good things in life. Money, whiskey, and sex.” With that we tapped glasses and shot down each of our drinks. Then she poured us each another double and again we tapped glasses and tossed them back. After the third double shot she looked …
Hotel Rendezvous
I messaged you as soon as I pulled into the hotel parking lot. You gave me directions on where to park and told me you would come down and get my bag. I was out of my car and pulling my bag out of the back seat when I saw you. You were more gorgeous than I could have imagined. You wrapped your arms around me as soon as you got to me and immediately I didn't want to let you go. You asked if I was ready to get out of the cold and go upstairs. I was. Once inside the hotel room you wrapped your arms around me again and kissed me. Your lips were soft. Your face was smooth. I couldn't believe you were actually here. Being this close to you brought out a deep sexual desire of mine that hadn't been filled in some time. I was mentally pinching myself to make sure I was not dreaming. Your kisses got harder and you pulled my body against yours. I reached down between your legs and began to rub against the front of your pants. I could feel how hard you were under your jeans. You nuzzled my neck and for the first time ever in my life I felt teeth sink into my skin, I could not believe how aroused this made me. This sensation sent chills up my spin. You gently laid me on the bed, crawling over my body. My hands slid across my waist to unbutton my pants. You watched as I slowly began to slide out of them. Your hands roamed up my legs and over my silky panties, sliding them down between my legs, feeling the heat radiating off my pussy. Your jaw dropped when you slid your hand inside my …
A Boy and his Genie – Chapter 14
Megan, Sally and Kelly were sprawled out on top of each-other on Sally’s bed, sleeping deeply, to recover from the ultimate fucking that they’d all just received from their genies. Meanwhile, Marcio, Iago and Barnabus were sat on the bed with them, stroking their skin softly, and chatting. “I do love having a Mistress rather than a Master,” Marcio smiled. “Much better when they wish for you to fuck them.” “Oh yes, because you’re so reluctant to fuck guys,” Iago said sarcastically. “What about the time Sarah and Jürgen told us to fuck? You were more keen than I was.” “What can I say?” Marcio grinned. “I like sex.” “So, you two know each-other then?” Barnabus asked. “Our last Masters were part of a society of Masters,” Iago replied. “And from the looks of the calendar on that wall over there, it’s only been a few days.” Barnabus looked over at the calendar, and was shocked. “2015!?” He exclaimed. “My word, it’s been longer than usual.” “When did your last Master die?” Iago asked him. “1903,” Barnabus replied. “I honestly expected his daughter to rub my lamp after that. I don’t know how I’ve ended up sealed away for 112 years.” Iago and Marcio stayed silent. Alexis reclined on the sofa in her lamp, the one that had been a gift from a Roman senator she’d served, as something to remember him by. He was a pretty sweet guy. Loved cuddles as much as she did. Cute cum face. She reached for her mug of hot chocolate, and took a sip, before setting it back down on the table, and picking …
Margarete Klier Teil 2 – Erzogen zur Lustsklavin f
Margarete Teil 2 – Erzogen zur Sklavin der Lust für User Fantasie oder Deine Wirklichkeit? Eine junge liebeshungrige Frau Namens Margarethe Klier 23 Jahre alt, von Ihren Mann unbeachtet, möchte mehr erfahren um ihre sexuelle Neugier zu stillen. Zuerst werden Ihre Augen verbunden und werden Ihre Hände auf den Rücken gefesselt. Dann wirst Sie in ein dunklen Raum geführt. Ihr Atem geht schnell, denn Sie weißt nicht, was Sie hinter dieser Tür erwartet. Nach dem Sie diesen Raum betreten hatte, tritt von hinten jemand an Ihr heran und sagt mit ruhiger Stimme: " jetzt werden wir Dich erst einmal ruhig stellen. Wir wollen ja nicht, dass Du schreist, denn Du sollst ja 100% genießen". Dann spürt Sie, wie ein Gummiball in Dein Mund geschoben wird und mit einer Manschette hinter deinem Kopf geschlossen wird. Die Stimme sagt zu Ihr: "Wie groß ist ein Schwanz" und pumpt diesen Ball in Deinem Mund auf. Der Gummiball füllt gnadenlos Deinen Mund unter Druck aus. Sie spürst wie es heiß wird in ihr und Sie bekommt langsam Angstgefühle, weil Sie nicht weiß was auf Sie zukommen kann. Dann wirst Sie entkleidet Sie wird aufgefordert sich auf eine Liege auf den Bauch zu legen. Sie tut es, denn es war ein Befehl und keine Bitte. Dann spürst Sie, wie an ihren Handgelenken und Fußgelenken Manschetten angebracht werden. Um am Bauch wird ein breiter Gürtel angebracht um Ihre Schenkel an den Kniekehlen werden ebenfalls Manschetten angebracht. Was Sie nicht sehen kannst, wie von der Decke …
Back to the Council Estate
It had been a couple of months since I had my encounter with Lyndsay and I couldn't get her out of my mind, no matter how much of a slapper she was she was pretty and could have looked a lot prettier with some make up. I decided to take the risk and go it alone. I parked up outside that guys house and knocked on the door, he welcomed me with open arms which was nice. "Come in come in" he said, as I sat down I told him what I was thinking, he said "No problem" and half an hour later there stood Lyndsay, dressed in the same clothes she'd had on before. She smiled at me and said "Come on we can go back to our house my mum has gone to sign on and taken the k**s with her". As she left I followed. She talked about nothing as we made our way over to her house, then suddenly another girl joined us, "This is Lauren my best friend" she announced, I said "Hi" and she hooked up with Lyndsay as we walked on. Arriving at her house it was a shithole, as we went in the place was dirty and there were stuff everywhere and I mean everywhere. Lyndsay said "Follow me" as we went upstairs, she opened the door to her room and it was a mess, as she sat on the bed she said to Lauren "Sit here" as she did I sat down so Lauren was between us. Lauren was 17 years old, with long dark shiny hair, wearing jeans and a black blouse, slim build, pretty but not as pretty as Lyndsay. As we sat there Lyndsay took her jacket off and her tits bobbled. she faced Lauren and the two girls kissed, God my cock was …
This Is No Fairy Tale, This Is A Prostitute’s Story
If you've come here searching for a story that starts out with 'Once upon a time,' than you're looking in the wrong place. This is no fairy tale, I can promise you that. There will be no prince charming to kiss his princess awake. There will be no prince to climb up the tower to rescue his girl from the evil witch. There will be no handsome stud who will fight the mad sea queen for his one true love. No, none of that. This is definitely not that kind of story. You're not going to find flowers, or sweet gestures and playful innuendos here. No love will be had here, no sweeping her off her feet, making her feel like she's the only girl in the world. Those stories are for the make believe, ones we run to when we want to escape the real world for a little while. When life is too tough for us to handle and we need to hide in the pages of comfort. This story, this story is real and so very true. This is the nitty gritty life of a prostitute. Of a girl who walks the streets night after night, no matter the situation, hoping to make her next dollar. To survive another day in the real world. One where she doesn't need to depend on anyone, man or woman. She's just looking to polish her little black book of John's, making a name for herself. *** The clicking of my heels hit the pavement, as I walk down the street. The night is early, though I've had two John's come seeking me out. One I've known for a while, who stops by a few times a week and a new one. He had no interest in anything …
Fun With Slutty Milf Work Colleague
I used to work in a big engineering company and we had a number of ladies working as administrators, ranging from stunners to munters. One in particular was a single mum called Rachel, who worked part time around her f****y commitments. She was not a stunner in any sense of the word but then she wasn't terrible either. Having said that, she was a bit chunky and a didn't make much effort if the truth be told. In her defence though, being a single mum, she didn't have a lot of spare cash to lavish on clothes and stuff and she did always make sure she was clean and tidy and when you got down to business with her, she did always smell fresh enough. Anyway, how it all got started was that one day, we got emailing each other about something work related and after going back and forth a few times, it started to get a bit frisky, but all within the bounds of decency and what have you, given that we were using company email services. After a bit of this, I picked up my desk phone and called her and we had a bit of an open chat about wanting a bit of adult fun over the phone to make the day go by. We both agreed it was fun, but this wasn't enough for me and I hatched plan to step it up a gear. I left it a couple of days to let Rachel think I had forgotten about her and then called her. Firstly, I wanted to check that she was at her desk (it was lunchtime again) and secondly I wanted to have a little flirt with her, to make sure she was still in the mood. The next move in the game was …
Lisa Katie Day A little Tgirl Tart In Training.
Lisa A little Tart In Training. (part 01)… I’m standing at the bedroom dressing table just putting on my red gloss lipstick I see you standing in the door way taking in the view of me in my Mrs Christmas outfit exactly as you see me in the photo's no my page here, Black & red Basque with suspenders, red silk thong Knickers, red stockings ,white frilly ancle socks, and my sexy santa's helper costume with my Red 5" high heels. You walk up behind me, You startle me as you slap my ass and say you Naughty girl lisa, you've got my cock all hard with that sexy red number that your wearing you little Tart you place your arms round me and say hi there sexy ,holding me in your hands, you start to kiss the back of my neck. You’ve found that one spot that instantly sends chills up my spine and electric pulses into my body.I draw in a small gasp of pleasure and feel my knees turn to jelly. My nipples stiffen under your strong hands. I can feel your hard cock against my back, massive and demanding it feels so nice I look in the mirror and can see you holding some handcuffs. I turn to face you and let my lips brush against the soft skin on your neck as you place the handcuffs on each of my wrists In a voice soft with desire I tell you how Fucking Horny I am for you. You just smile and nod then place your hand on my shoulder and begin to push down with your strong arms, I no just what your telling me and submit to your desire, to feel me holding you gorgeous demanding big cock in my warm …
OUR GOOD TIME
We had just got home from our night out. My husband James open the door and went to the kitchen to get some drinks as I welcome our new friends into our home. We had met Stacy and Brandon at the bar and had became friends rite away. Stacy was a beautiful woman about five foot three beautiful red hair down to her but and a very slim girl. Brandon was a very fit looking guy tall brown hair and a nice build to himself. James came out from the kitchen he had got a bottle of jack out for him and Brandon and brought me and Stacy out some wine we all started talking about different things and ended up talking about sex. Stacy and Brandon seemed to be pretty open about there sex life and some of the stories they were talking about was really starting to get me horny. Stacy was sitting on the couch next to me and had her hand on my leg while talking, then she started to move her hand up my leg and under my skirt. As she did this I did not resist I was pretty horny at this time. My husband and Brandon were on the other couch still in the conversation but James saw what was going on and seemed to be having a good time. Stacy reached my pussy and I don’t were any panties so she did not haft to try to get around them she lean back to me and started to rub my clit. It was a great feeling I have not been touched by one else except for James down there since we got together. Her hands were so soft and my pussy was so wet by this time that her fingers just glided over my clit as she rubbed …
Obsession(s)
So I wanted to write about something I have been dealing with. It's a little weird and deals with themes that may get this post banned or never published, but I want to stress from the outset this is based in reality but the dirty parts are all strictly fantasy and I have no intention of acting on any of them. But I can't help the way I feel. My niece is 18. She lives in another state far away (thank God for that). Her parents are religious fundamentalists (seems more like a cult to me, but whatever) and she does not get along with them at all, especially her b**st of a father, who belittles and emotionally abuses her often. Sometimes it even gets physical, but it's not so out of bounds that CPS would get involved; the bulk of the damage is emotional and therefore hard to prove and even harder to stop. I would if I could but kicking his ass wouldn't make me any friends in the f****y, I don't think. It would also mean that this k** wouldn't get to be around me and my f****y anymore. Most everyone else thinks this poor k** is just "troubled" and wonders how such an upstanding, "Christian" guy could deal with such a k**. Idiots. I found all this out over the past year or two when she (let's call her Randi) came to visit us for almost 2 weeks (as she and her older s****r have always done periodically, but her older s****r is of course out on her own and doesn't accompany her now) and she kind of confided in me the things she has gone through with her dad. I wasn't shocked by it …
Blurred Lights – 2
2 – It’s My Life The whole world stopped spinning. Link, drunk off of his ass, recognized the aesthetically pleasing frat boy that decided to hold the wall up beside him. They hadn't seen each other in just over a year and had no idea they were attending the same school. To say he was excited to see him was an overstatement. On the other hand, it took Brad a moment to recognize Link. He was no longer the feisty bite-sized package that he had known in high school. 'My, how you've matured,' he thought to himself with a slight smirk on his face. They were both in their own worlds before they were brought back to reality with the song and lighting change. Link made an attempt to leave but stumbled into Brad's arms. Brad, not knowing what to do since he was only slightly less impaired, propped him back up on the wall delicately. "Juss whadaya tryin' to do ta me?" Link said in a slur. "Keep yer ugly ass from fallin', dipshit," Brad slurred back. The two engaged in a staring match for a few moments before Avery appeared out of thin air, grabbed Link and drug him outside into the humid early morning air. Brad followed curiously trying to figure out why the other person looked familiar to him. “Bro guess what?” Avery excitedly asked Link as they made their way down the porch steps. “Err, wha?” Link slurred, trying to focus on keeping up with Avery. The amber streetlights on the drive leading down Greek Row were blurred to hell and back. Avery looked over at Link and caught him …
Suzy wanted to try dogging
This story happened a few years ago at a local well used car park. It was a weekday afternoon and I was taking a few days vacation. The area where Suzy and I lived is quite quiet through the day as most people were of working age and were out doing their thing. Well boredom had crept in this day as we sat and watched TV so Suzy piped up that we should go to the coast (which was only 20 min away)for an afternoon ride out to shake off the boredom. Well the weather was quite cold but the sun was shining so I readily agreed, so Suzy took off to the bedroom to get herself ready. On her appearance at the car ready to go I thought it a little strange that she had put on an above the knee skirt with no stockings (she always wears hold up stockings with a skirt)anyway it was just a brief thought and it passed my mind as quick as it came to me. Half and hour later we arrived at the beach. It was ariound lunchtime when we drove into a large well used car park that was quite busy given the weather was not quite that good. Suzy pointed at the place she wanted me to park the car which was at the back of the car park and sent me immediately for a couple of ice creams from the vendor that was parked at the front of the car park. On my return to the car we had gotten a car parked either side of us with 2 sales rep looking guys sat talking on their phones, again this was not untoward as the car park was quite full by now. I got back into the car and gave Suzy her ice cream. She immediately …
Beach House
Darren closed his eyes and let the hot sun wash over him. His toes burrowed into the sand anchoring him to the beach like roots. He took a deep breath of ocean air and felt his whole body relax. Finally, summer. Last semester had felt like it would never end, but as he stood in front of his newly rented beach house it was like he'd been there all his life. "Dare!" His s****r's shout interrupted Darren's reverie but he didn't mind. It had been too long since he'd seen Delilah. He turned just in time to catch her as she leapt at him. Darren grunted at the impact but closed his arms around her tiny waist and held on. "Careful Lilah, I think the freshmen fifteen maybe catching up with you." He chuckled in her ear. She slid down until her feet hit the sand but didn't take her arms from around his neck. "Take that back jerk!" She laughed and pushed her body into his in an attempt to make him stumble. Not that it had any effect. Darren was 6'2" and fairly muscled from the rowing team at Berkley. And Delilah, well she was 5'3" and shaped like a little pixie, hardly a match for him in brute strength. Darren faked falling backwards and gave into her wish. "I take it back. I take it back. You're gorgeous as always." Delilah beamed at him even though she already knew that. She'd never been self-conscious. And with good reason, she had her mothers blue eyes and her father's blonde hair and a body that was made to fit any man. But all girls liked to hear how pretty they are. Darren …
Summer In the Ozarks
Summer had finally arrived in the Ozarks. The winter had been long and troublesome and, unlike the global warming predicted, it had been cold. Very cold. Colder than it had been in decades, and with more snow than even the oldest of the town elders could recall. It coated the houses, it coated the cars, and it coated the streets. The ice was thick and, in many cases, simply refused to return to the liquid state from which it had begun. But that was over. The snow had melted, the air had warmed, and green was beginning to cover the land once again. Cal awoke on one of those warm spring mornings as the sunlight filtered into his bedroom through the thin curtains and half opened blinds. It was Saturday and he was off from work for the entire week. He could lounge about the house, work in the yard, or do anything his heart desired. However, he had plans. Plans with a special friend from far away. Plans with someone who wanted to spend time with him and enjoy his company. He lay on the bed, on top of the sheets. He usually slept that way, quite warm without the burden of extra cloth on his body. A body which, also as usual, was completely naked, free of pajamas, shorts, or even underwear. He always slept in this manner, unburdened by the confines others managed to take comfort in. It was liberating for him, and the only time he had worn nightclothes, he found them to be too restricting, too uncomfortable. They grabbed where he did not want them to grab, folded in places he did …
Scent of a woman
Angelica was a married woman with but she always wondered what other women's masturbation habits were like. She worked with a lady about the same age as her who was not married but had a boyfriend. One day she came to work and as they were working, She smelled a musky odor coming from her direction. At first she thought she was imagining things then she smelled it again! it got stronger the closer she got to her and it smelled like a combination of urine and vagina As if she she went to the bathroom with out washing her hands and was pleasuring herself with both hands and then just got dressed and came to work afterwords . But what she didn't know that was that although she though it was kind of gross, but at the same time it was a huge turn on for Angelica and she instantly started to get aroused. All Angelica could think about was if her co-worker pleasured her self like she does and what positions she like to be in while doing that,how many organs she had that day? her curiosity was endless! When Angelica got home she lied on her bed and was still thinking about her co-workers scent on her hands She was imagining that she was watching her pleasuring herself with both of those hands in the same bed as her ; One hand fingering her clit and the other one inside of her. Angelica wished her coworker hands were in front of her in Angelica face. She badly wanted to smell them again She found her hands in her panties squirming while fantasizing all at the same time. The squishy …
A Very Merry Christmas
"Hey, Lexi, what about this one?" I held up a pink blouse, "It's cute," I turned it around to show the top half of the back was lace. "But sexy, too." "It would be sexy if the front was lace," Lexi laughed, then added, "On me, anyway, for you…well less is more." "Hey!" I exclaimed indignantly. "My boobs aren't that small." "Not too big either," Lexi smirked, but held her hands out. "I'll try it on, might be kind of tight in the chest though." "Keep talking, Chesty Mc Boob, and you can go buy something to wear for the party," I threw the shirt at her. "We can't all be top heavy." "Aww," Lexi laughed, "Don't be mad, Amber, I'm only teasing." "It gets kind of old after awhile," I sat on the edge of the bed and self consciously crossed my arms over my chest. "Seriously?" Lexi held the blouse up to her chest, while looking in the mirror, "Amber, the only thing you don't have is big tits, the rest of you is perfect." "Right," I sighed, "Don't worry, you can borrow my clothes, you don't have to kiss my ass." "That's what I mean," she lowered the shirt, "I can't think of a guy in any of our classes who wouldn't kiss your ass. You walk down the hallway they all turn around and watch." "Whatever," I shrugged. "Whatever, I wish I'd got those looks," she laughed and slapped her ass, "I've got as much in the back as the front, not every guy likes junk in the trunk. You got that cute little butt that looks good in anything." "You think so?" I asked, a shy smile spreading across my face. …
Lucy, my daughters best friend 2 (The Kath f
So I am laying in bed with my daughter’s 18 year old best friend Lucy, both of us sexually sated when I decide to ask her about the obvious lust she has for my wife. If you haven’t read the first story about Lucy, that all started when I discovered her in my bathroom masturbating with my wife’s knickers. “I’ve fancied Kath for a long time,” she started, “It’s strange I’ve never had the same feelings for Jen, but I can remember just getting all tingly just being around Kath when I first started coming round here. She’s always been so nice to me, treated me better than my own Mum really and it was those cuddles she used to give me when I really first became sexually aware. I used to shudder in excitement when she would just throw open her arms and engulf me, just the feel of her boobs against me, well I think that was the first time I ever felt my pussy get moist.” I lay there and pulled Lucy closer to me, feeling my cock harden as she talked about her feelings for my wife as a pubescent girl. “So you had like a school girl crush on her?” Lucy looked up at me with a big smile, “Yes you could say that.” “Not me then?” I said playfully. She giggled and reached down and gave my cock a little squeeze, “No not really, I mean I fancied some boys at school, you know all the popular cute ones, and I didn’t really fancy any of the girls, but it was just the way Kath pressed those big boobs into me and then kissed my head. God! It drive me wild as young as I was. I had obviously …
Confessions of a Call Girl #2
I wondered if you'd be paying for my time again, what will it be tonight?
Neighborhood Obedience
My wife and I have just moved to the suburbs after living the country lifestyle for 15 years. We're currently in our mid 30's: my wife is 33, 5'6, 130 lbs, blonde, 36C breasts, and is in good shape due to great genetics and a healthy lifestyle. Me on the other hand, not so much. I'm your normal 36 year old with the 'dad body' even though we don't have children. I'm starting to bald, wear business casual attire on most days, and I'm amazed that I could even pull Cindy in college (my wife, I'm Steve). To top it all off I have 5" cock and though my wife as always reassured me that it was enough, I have always wondered if she meant it. Cindy and I met back in college. I was much more studly back then as I was a student athlete while Cindy was your typical cheerleader. We met during her sophomore year and we never looked back. I've been with only 2 women up to that point while Cindy already had her fair share of men by the time we've met. When I first met her, she was dating one of my teammates who was tall, muscular, and black. I never knew why they broke up but we ended up meeting at a party sometime after their breakup and really hit it off. Fast forward through college, we got married shortly after graduating and my career took off from there. Cindy followed me around the country taking part time jobs here and there, allowing me to focus on my career. Which leads me to now. While moving into our new house, our neighbors came out to greet us and help. His name was Mike and …
Passengers
There's already hesitation in your eyes as the car begin to slow down. I can feel it, your hand squeezing mine, the other on the steering wheel. Just a light clamp of pressure like that from familiar skin can say in seconds what hours of conversation may still dance around. I want to tell you that we don't have to do anything. We can turn around and go back to our separate beds and sleep next to who we're spending our lives with. The ones who see us every single day, even though we've become like statues to them: Something they easily recognize the cut angles and specific planes of. But, the inside is a mystery living beneath a surface that is durable, but cracked in places you can't see until you get very close. None of the words leave, though, because I think we already know. We can pretend that the loneliness we share, this warped gravity that draws us towards one another, somehow lessens the severity of what we're doing. That, maybe, we're like objects on space that have spent years on a course that can only result in our collision. How much of that is true, that we're an inevitability, I don't really know. What I do know is that we have craved one another for a long time now. Only a few weeks have passed since we were together last. Every day and night since has left an ache in me I can't stand anymore. Especially at night, when I'm in bed listening to the relaxed breathing of a stranger who has shunned my affections for too long. I never knew that kind of pain …
Two Quckies
1st Quickie: We were vacationing on some small sandpit island off the Florida coast. Through the window of the small bungalow I could see my mother stretched out on a beach towel paying tribute to the god Sun, she looked like she would be out there for a while which fit my plans well. I was horny as hell and tired of fucking my plastic prick, I wanted the real thing and the only real cock in the area was in the next room. I'd never thought of fucking him before but the entire trip turned out to be a recipe for brewing up the deepest and hottest lust I had ever experienced. I really didn't care who I fucked, I needed to get laid. I knew he was changing from beach clothes to his swim trunks so I stripped to nothing and walked into the bedroom as if it was something I did every day. I caught him just as he was standing on one leg, putting the other through the leg hole of his trunks. He was exactly how I wanted him. Naked. He looked up and saw me approaching, his eyes traveled the 5'7” from my feet to my head and back then stopped at my hairless 19 year old crotch. “What the hell are you doing in here dressed like that?” I posed my 124 pound body for his inspection while looking him over. “I want you to fuck me. Mom is on the beach so we have some time.” I angled past him and flopped to my back on the bed. He looked quickly to the open door then back to me. I held my arms to him, he dropped the swimwear then joined me on the bed. He wasn't hard, he hadn't had enough time to get …
Its Party Time
It was a big barbecue to celebrate the warm weather FINALLY arriving. My name is Rhonda. I got to the party with my husband and we began drinking and enjoying ourselves. I’m only thirty, in great shape, tall slim in a size 5, big c/d cups that I work out enough to keep pretty perky especially in a push-up bra. I was wearing a denim skirt, not mini, but not long, and a cream colored blouse that kind of wrapped across my front with a low neck-line. In the V of the neck my half-cup push up bra put my cleavage at the lashes of most of the men there. My husband Darren is pretty average, tall dark, handsome, pretty muscular I guess. He knows I’m attractive and likes when others take notice. We once discussed going further and decided at the time against it. ‘Maybe when we’re forty and sick of each-other’ we joked. On this particular night we had been cooped up all winter. Heavy coats and long cold nights had kept me covered and I was feeling frisky and daring. We drifted together and apart as the night progressed. I noticed some dancing going on and told my husband the next time I bumped into him that I wanted to dance. He was a little too drunk he confessed, but told me I could if I kept it clean. I smiled a little tipsy myself. The next time I passed by the dancing which was away from the house near the tree-line of the large yard I lingered until someone asked me to dance. “I’m married, so it’s just a dance.” I giggled. The guy smiled graciously and nodded. We danced and I …
Easy Ridin Girls
Ever since I saw Easy Rider I’ve wanted to swim in a natural spring and just like in Easy Rider I wanted to do it naked. That’s why I kept asking my boyfriend to go on a hike with me to the springs and why I hoped the whole way that we would be alone. And because it was hot and my shirt was sticking to me and because I could see the trickles of sweat running down his back ahead of me, I could only think of stripping down and getting wet together. I couldn’t stop imaging what it would be like to feel my skin out in the open, brushing against the grass, pressing against the rocks, slipping inside the water. Imagining what it would feel like to have him touching me so openly. I wanted to get there now. When we finally did get there it was perfect. A quick look around and no one in sight, both nervous and excited, I shyly took my tank off and watched as he unlaced his shoes and shorts and then I did the same. I stood there looking at him and feeling him looking at me and I felt like it was the first time I’d ever been naked. Being outside and feeling the warm air settle on all of my body gave me a little thrill. His lean figure offset against the background seemed too natural and easy and I wanted to touch his warm skin, feel my knees in the grass and lick him right there but I wanted to this encounter to last so I turned to the water. I could feel every inch of my skin as it sank into the water and although the water was warm my nipples felt hard with excitement. He came toward …
Benefits of being a Samaritan Part 1
It had been a long day. I had been driving back from yet another trip to London. I had started the day at the office but a breakdown had sent me yet again on the road to London, a four hour drive each way, on a good day. Today was not one of those, so it was getting late when I left and I had got stuck in traffic and the SatNav was informing me that there was even more traffic ahead. I decided to take the alternative road home. I didn’t mind the other road, it was almost always much quieter, but further to drive. I turned off the SatNAv as I headed for the other road. Once I was on it I could turn it back on since it was the quickest way, but I didn’t want the nagging information to keep telling me to turn around as I was getting there. I stopped after about two hours, filled up with fuel, coffee and chocolate, and even got sandwiches. After another half an hour I was on the alternative road. It was the middle of summer and it was around 10 pm when I saw the yellow flashing lights of a broken down car ahead. I pulled over, and switched on my own flashing lights on top of my van, giving other drivers more warning. Stood by the car was a middle aged woman, dressed in a very tight blouse, her cleavage exposed, and a short skirt. I was quite shocked at first, but went over and asked what the problem was. Really there was no need as I could see the flat tyre. She told me that they had heard a bang and pulled over. I told her to follow me to a parking bay which wasn’t too far up …