This is a True Story and the only thing that I have changed is an occasional name or two. First off, let me tell you a little bit about me. I am a 65 year old white male that became addicted to sex at a very young age. My first sexual experience happened whenever I was 13 years old and the Lady was 31. (yes I said 31 ) She was the mother of my best friend at the time, and she always wore real tight clothes and looked so sexy, that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She always made sure that she had on make-up and she enjoyed teasing and flirting with me whenever I would go visit Chris, her son. She had gotten a Divorce about a year before all this started happening. Anyway as boys will be boys Jean came home from work early one day and caught Chris and me playing with each other and masterbating. Nothing very much was said about it at the time nut what I didn't know was this was about to take a change that would change my life for good. About a week went by and after I kind of got over the embaressment I decided to go over to their house and see if Chris wanted to come out and play some baseball. Whenever I got to their house she told me to come inside. She then said that Chris had gone to stay with his father for a few days and was not at home. It was a Hot afternoon, and Jean asked me if I would like a glass of lemonade that she had just made. She went into the kitchen and poured us each a glass and brought it into the living room. She sat beside me on the sofa and we just …
Impressive
Impressive. I am trying to be impressive. I want you to be impressed. Please, understand. I need you to think highly of me. I need it so much, because you are perfection. And I want to impress the perfect lady, The perfect lover, The perfect one for me. I want to impress. It is not certain yet. Not certain because we just met. We are tentative, groping, and searching. Trying to find out Where we are. How it will turn out. Will we be everything to each other. Or we will simply touch, nod, and pass each other by. So I need to impress you. Show you I can be what you want. Show you what I am. Impressive. In your eyes. In your life. I have deep vision. Deep understanding. I know You are the one for me, with your wit, your style, your glow. You are the one, The intellect to match my intellect, The love to match my love, The lust to match my lust. My love. You could be. I know. Is it working? Is it making you smile, and laugh, and clap your hands? Am I impressive? I must be. I must be. I have to be impressive. For you. For you to want me. For you to accept me. To know I am the one. I must be. I must be the one. Impressive. And the fortunate one. Impressive. You are impressive To me. Let us share. Let us touch. And be impressive.
A Betting Gal: Shannon
The last time Duke and North Carolina played, Allie and I placed our usual bet – winner gets to tell the loser what to do for an entire day. Duke won on a buzzer-beater so I decided to get a little payback for Allie’s bullshit the previous season. You see, she had me whisper “I just hate wearing panties” in my sluttiest voice to an older guy at the bar. I’m no prude but it was kind of humiliating. So when Duke won, I finally had my chance to get her back and raise the stakes. You could say things got a little out of hand. If you haven’t already, you should check out Allie’s story. So that brings us to the game that ended just seconds ago. Carolina manhandled Duke, winning by double digits. It was never really close and with each passing second I felt the dread of what was to come washing over me. We watched in absolute silence – a rarity for two big fans. Allie just had this shit-eating grin on her face the entire time. She had been waiting for this moment. It had been a month since I had invited strangers to our apartment to watch her embarrass herself with a little striptease. I lost my mind in some sort of sexual haze and ended up telling her she had to suck and fuck each of them. I’d never seen anything like it. I should have stopped it but I just kept pushing her further and further, watching as these two boys, really, had their way with her taut, little body causing her to cum over and over. I fingered myself to about three orgasms that night just reliving the moment in …
So My Wife Wants Black Dick
My name is Nicholas Atman, and I'm a computer network engineer for a very prestigious company in the Southeast (It's not important in which state or anything). My wife, Sarah, has been very loving for the duration of our twenty-year marriage, but lately, something has changed with her. We met in our senior year of High School, and fell in love so desperately that nothing could keep us apart. I refused to marry her until I could support us both, but together we worked hard and eventually we tied the knot. A few years later, we were blessed by a little bundle of joy we named Jessica. Yes, our f****y was growing steadily, and so was the love. Every night I've managed to satisfy Sarah sexually at least twice in a row, and because my stamina is so high, we've managed to do it five times straight once or twice. I wasn't surprised when we had a son, named Derek, shortly afterwards. But my point is, I figured I had been doing everything possible to service my lovely wife, but later on I found out such was not the case. Every night after I drifted off into a rock-like slumber (I found out this started somewhere after our tenth year anniversary) my wife would sneak out and go to ALL BLACK bars looking for action. Needless to say, when I found this out I was in for a bit of a shock. I hadn't imagined my wife had been anything less than purely devoted to me! But when my friend, Jeremy, had told me he'd seen her hanging on three black men in downtown, I began to have my doubts. One …
The Hot Summer Day With My Friends Hot Mum
Great fantasy Story I read and though I had to share! It was a hot summer day and I knew my friend had gotten a pool a few weeks before. I helped him set it up. It was only one of those 4 foot deep, 12 feet around blow up pools, so we had no trouble except that his hot mom kept coming out to make sure we were OK. My name is Rob. My friend's name is Jack. His mom's name is Joan. I am about 6' 3" tall and Jack is about the same (give or take a few inches). His mom is 5'5" tall with a great ass and 36C tits (I asked Jack because he had went through her drawers one day when his mom was out). Anyway, on the hot summer day I put on my swim trunks and a t-shirt and grabbed my skateboard and boarded over to Jack's house. He lives about a block away so it wasn't far. When I got there I knocked on the door and Joan answered. She said, "Oh. Hi, Rob." "Hi, Joan, is Jack home?" I replied. She always told me to just call her Joan. "No. He went out with Kristen just fifteen minutes ago. Please come in," she said. Kristen is John's girlfriend. "OK. I just wanted to come by for a swim,. Do you know when he'll be back?" "No. You know him with his girl. He never wants to come home to see his old mom when he's been out with a young thing like Kristen," she said sadly. "Why wouldn't we want to come home to see you? You're beautiful." I said without thinking. "You think so?" Oh boy. "Yeah. Of course I do. Just look at you. You're 30 with an amazing body and a great personality." "Oh stop. You …
the bathroom
Tuesday December 16th 2014 *ring* The bell goes off as everyone starts to rush down the stairs to get to their next class. Rylee is also in that rush of people, as she walks down the stairs all she can think about is this boy in her class named Dalton. She only has one class with him but she swears to god she pays more attention to him then any of her school work. It's only fifteen minutes into class and she decides she can't sit any longer, so she asks to go to the washroom. She starts to travel around the school, as she makes her way to first floor. Rylee turns the corner smacking right into someone and falls down to the ground. As she looks up she notices it's no other than Dalton him self ~well this is just great I just ran into my crush how embarrassing~ Rylee thinks to herself Dalton throws a dashing smile at Rylee and helps her up "sorry I didn't see you there" Dalton says looking at her "no one ever sees me anyways, short girl problems so it's all good." Rylee says as she lifts up her head a little bit "hey your shortness is cute" Dalton says following with a little laugh Rylee smiles and looks at the ground and replys with a shy "thanks" everything went silent for a few moments. before Rylee got the courage to tell Dalton " I can't embarrass myself anymore. So I thought I should tell you that you are really fucking hot. I kind of want to make out with your face but I probably shouldn't so um yeah." Rylee said it so fast she didn't even know if Dalton heard her. …
Sue is blackmailed by a colleague
REVENGE – SUE IS DRUGGED AND VIDEOED Sue had at last upset the wrong person. Renowned for her aggression and air of superiority at work, she had many times tongue lashed her colleagues, often it has to be said, for good reason. By and large they were inefficient and incompetent and she did not suffer fools gladly. However, in this instance, although he was a fool, Barry was also cunning and plotted his revenge. It had to be personal and something he could share with the others who had witnessed his embarrassment. He hit on the ideal solution. Using the internet he soon located a supplier and sent off for the date rape drug which totally removed women's inhibitions and caused memory loss. He would slip this to her then take her to a man he knew who produced blue videos where she would be filmed in the most crude ways they could manage. The resulting video would be shown to his friends and bring him total revenge as well as the intense pleasure of seeing her used like this and having her however he wanted. Barry chose his day carefully. They were all going for a quick drink after work, to celebrate someone's birthday. It was the height of summer and they would be at a bar with outside tables where there would be crowds on the pavement. He had no difficulty slipping the required quantity into her glass of wine and as it took effect, it was easy to suggest to her that he would give her a lift and he lead her away without anyone noticing until some time later when they assumed …
Catching a Small one at the Glory Hole
I had read about glory holes and cock sucking a lot on the web. I loved sucking cock in my younger days but hadn't had any cock since I had married many years ago. Since the wife was getting less and less interested in sex, I guess I was getting more and more interested in porn and experimenting. I didn't know how to start. I couldn't go to an adult bookstore. I might get caught. I couldn't go off and meet some guy because I work with my wife. Too hard to get away. So I resigned myself to reading about dick and dreaming. That changed when I started fishing at a different lake. I had always fished at the same lake whenever I could get away. The wife would go shopping with friends and I would have a day on the lake. I went to a new lake about 25 miles from my house. I drove around looking for a place to put in my boat. Near the boat dock was a set of rest rooms. There were two stalls with private doors to each. I stepped in and saw my first glory hole in real life. It was a hole about 6 inches across right at cock height. There were also a few smaller peak holes cut that allowed you to sit on the stool and watch the guy beside you if you were so inclined. One hole was set to give a good view of a guy standing up to pee and the other lower so you could see his lap when he sat down. It was obvious from the stains on the wall and floor that it was an active place. I took a seat and waited to see if anything happened. After about five minutes I heard a car pull up. The driver got …
Just for Roflmfaomfgiggles
W A R N I N G N O S E X U A L C O N T E N T OF A N Y K I N D ! Long time ago when I was in high-$chool, I never really paid much attention to my dad, despite my f****y love for him. He got this extremely thick, facial hair that almost covered his face and always almost had never taken off his work clothes after a long day of outside labor, therefor, he always got dirt in his skin and clothes. I'm surprise how I could clean up after him w/o snapping back at him. He is a man of short words and only speaks when spoken to or when necessary. Always sitting in his big couch with a bud on hand, watching anime cartoons. We are both estranged to each other, I only knew him as much as he knew me. Anyway, him and mom are split up, well, neh, let just say I'm a one-night stand k!d and they never really love each other or anything, so that's why they aren't together. Long ago when they decided that dad can raise me when I'm around high-$school because he is not a great dad or taking care of k!ds and all. And mom don't blame him. Mom said that dad is just too innocent. We rarely speak to each other because either I'm at my room or in 4school or dad is at work all day and sometimes, comes home late. He don't really care or just don't really stick his nose on my businesses, even when I invite my friends over. Or don't come home the night before. Does that make him an irresponsible parent? Not really. Sometimes whenever I miss my bus, he will get off work and come take me to school or come …
A new spark
My name is Dillon and I’m bored. I never imagined my life as an executive administrator to be a whirlwind of excitement, but this is getting out of hand. I can handle not having the most glamorous job in the world, but to come home and be even more bored than I am at the office is starting to get to me. At home waiting for me every day is my longtime girlfriend, Veronica. A very beautiful and once interesting woman. However every day has become the same grind, I come home and attempt to kiss her hallo. She then coldly turns her cheek towards me and tells me that dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Dinner is eaten in front of the TV, after which I do the dishes and she goes to the country club. I think the whole time we say not more than twenty words to each other. I’ve tried changing things up, by offering to cook, or going out or suggesting fun things to do together. Every once in a while she bites but mostly I get the cold shoulder. I’m not a country club person and neither was Veronica when we met. Through the years this has changed. Our jobs and incomes got bigger. Big enough, to receive an invitation to a private club. I go every once in a while to play squash or use the fitness facilities. Veronica on the other hand has embraced the country club lifestyle. The outfits, functions and gossip. Lots of it. Who does what to whom and where. She used to tell me every detail. After a row one day, where in I made clear, I was not interested in all that noise, she’s gone quiet …
Ty and Cinda–A Tale of Forbidden Love – Part 1
TY AND CINDA—A TALE OF FORBIDDEN LOVE This is a long story—100 pages– of two kids who find then lose each other before Ty finds a way for them to be together forever. INTRODUCTION It wasn’t that Ty was shy, because he wasn’t. He was just upset about having to leave the family farm in Indiana. After listening to his parents argue and disagree almost daily for the past two years, the one thing—the only thing—they did agree on was that Ty had to leave and live with his mother and her parents, people he’d never even met. Now he was stuck in Louisiana, a few miles south of Morgan City, with Grandpa Lew and Grandma Emma. They were nice to him, dripping with politeness, but he would have much preferred to be back home on the farm. It was hot and humid here, even at night. The local park—the only place to find a basketball game—was populated by black kids. That didn’t bother him. He’d grown to know plenty of black kids at basketball camps and AAU over the past six years. He was content to stand by, dribbling his worn Wilson ball, and waiting for a chance to play, but he was unprepared for the racial jibes he received at the hands of the other kids—“whitey” and “paleface” being the mildest. Ty stood by and fumed. He could see the others play and knew that they were basically an undisciplined group with flashy offensive moves, but no defensive skills. The jibes continued until he heard a voice from behind him. It was soft, but determined. “Monroe, you’d better stop that. Momma will …
The Camp Slut- Night 3
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. Night 3 I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me. I drifted happily until I realized I smelled coffee. Groaning, I woke Slut by fingering her pussy until she came, screaming and squirming. "Thank-you, Master. I think that is one of the best wake up calls I have ever received." She crawled from the blankets, her braid coming loose in bedhead, and her leash dragging behind her. "I will have your coffee ready for you when you come out, Master." When I stepped out of the tent into the bright day, the guys applauded. Slut was kneeling at my chair, coffee in her hand. I sat down and took my cup, sipping it as I stroked her cheek. "What's for breakfast?" They all laughed, Mike looking a bit forlorn as he reported, "Breakfast? Dude, it's almost noon. You to lazy lovebirds slept all morning after keeping us up all night. They made me cook and clean up because Slut was busy." He didn't look up, and the other two were looking at me so missed the blush on his cheeks and his cock twitching. I chuckled. "Hey, at least they didn't spit you between them on their cocks like they would have her." The blush got deeper, and this time they noticed. I touched Slut's shoulder and nodded to the fire. She smiled and started to get to her feet when we all heard the engine. We all stopped and …
Family video CH 4 – 6
Chapter Four (Val’s story) I quickly walked back to my room. My heart was pounding in my chest. Had I just really jacked off my brother? I looked down at my cum soaked hand and panties. The evidence was there and it excited my! I hadn’t planned on doing that, but after getting caught up in the moment it seemed like such a thrilling thing to do. I was sure that Ben didn’t mind it either. What was he thinking right now? Should I talk to him? Probably, but I needed to release my own pent up urges first. Not even brother to disrobe, I stuck my hand down my shorts and inside my panties. As soon as my fingers touched the delicate flesh I was burning with desire. My shaved pussy was electrified with the skin on skin contact and a vision of my brother licking my cunt flashed through my mind. My slim finger ran down the length of my slit and bumped into my enflamed clit. I immediately felt my pussy tighten and an orgasm rack my thin frame. My legs were jelly as a massive wave of pleasure coursed through my. I had never cum to so quickly before. Looking down at my hands no covered with mine and my brothers cum, I headed to the bathroom to wash up. I also decided to change because I didn’t want the smell of my own sex to be hanging around when I talked with Ben. Interestingly, I chose a pair of green bikini panties which had been featured in several videos and a new pair of shorts. I walked down the few steps to my brothers door and knocked gently. It swung open and I looked inside. …
Big Bad Dude
Big Bad Dude Yah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, because I am the meanest son of bitch in the valley, my dog, my bowie knife and my .45 comfort me. Not to mention I am 6 foot 7 and weight 290, of all muscle. But of course I wasn't always the meanest. I was rather big always but I come by naturally my dad is 6 foot 4 and my mom was what they sometimes called big boned. She was a bit fat but she had muscles on her, just a big frame. Being as they were that size they did tended to intimidate me when I was younger, but by the time I got to be 13 and started developing my body I wasn't as afraid of them any more. I was getting to be mean. I was working out with my best friend Butch. That wasn’t his real name but nobody called him Joey to his face. We were both lifting weights and building muscle. I was getting stronger all the time. I was still getting picked on at home by my parents. Dad would beat on mom, and mom, when she was sober which wasn't often, would beat on me. I had no one to beat on, so I would kick the dog. One day I did kick that old shit head of a dog in the leg, I think I broke it. Dad came home and saw that old shit head was limping around in pain. Dad told me to pick him up and get in the car. I thought maybe we were going to the vet or something. But he drove to the pound. He told the man that the dog was hurt and he wasn't going to spend good money to heal him up. He said he was old and no good anyway. He wanted …
Summer of 79-Chapter 5
Summer of 79- Chapter 5 Gail was knocking on my door bright and early the next morning. I let her in and she followed me into the kitchen. “You want some coffee?” I asked as I poured myself a cup. “No, I don’t drink coffee but I’ll take some water.” She said. “There’s a jug of ice water in the fridge.” I said.I noticed she was in her Speedo again. “How was practice?” Gail was bending over looking in the fridge for the water said something about the coach not being there and that Vicky had run the practice this morning. “God, she’s a real bitch today! I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She said something about the board of directors sticking their noses in her business. She finished as she poured the ice water into a glass and sat down at the table. Her nipples were popping out from the cold of the refrigerator and I thought they looked so kissable my cock started to rise in my gym shorts. I sipped my coffee and said “She offered me a job in the afternoons yesterday just before the board meeting, I think I’m going to take it too.” “Oh wow, really? That’s great, I’m so happy you’ll be there to save me if I start to drown or something!” Gail said. I laughed and said. “Like that’s going to happen! You know something, sometimes you are a smart ass.” Gail smiled and asked. “What are you going to do, spank my ass like you did to Mary Anne yesterday?” I froze with my coffee cup half way to my mouth, looking at her. “Whaaa, how do you know about that?” “Well, yesterday you kicked …
IT WAS MY BROTHER
…. I wondered if my mom found them and chucked them out? I told my boyfriend Trav of the mystery. He checked his car and….nothing. It nagged at me how could this be? That night we were watching porn in my room and he was flipping around porn pictures and stopped at a site to view some. It was young guys cross dressing. We giggled at some of the guys wearing women’s clothes. We clicked around and that’s when I saw them. The same bra and panties I couldn’t find. I stopped and carefully looked at the pictures some young guy was wearing. The last picture he was wanking and shot cum. I noticed Trav got a big hardon. I admit the guy looked very much like a cute young girl. I got a little aroused myself watching him/her. I saw something…. ….he had a sheet up to hide where he was but one bed post was showing…..then it hit me who the guy was. My younger brother!…Sam. He called himself ’Samantha’ in the pictures. Trav said the young guy made a cute sexy looking girl in the bra and panties that Trav was familiar with. I didn’t say anything at first, I just watched the pictures again and again. Trav got very aroused and said if ‘he’ was only a ‘she‘. I realized now how this all got started. I had a very private slumber party when our parents were gone for the weekend. I told Sam to keep his mouth shut about it. He smiled and said ok, but he wanted to watch ’things’ going on. I said ’maybe’ we’ll see how it goes. My three very close girlfriends all gathered in my bedroom. OK….I like …
Being taught how to fuck your own wife
True story! Looking directly at me, fucking in to her from behind, he said words that I've replayed over and over again in my mind countless times since, normally causing my cock to erupt and gush cum all over my fingers: "Take a good look buddy, I'm about to empty my balls and cum deep in your wife" "God YES, cum inside me, please cum in me" she begged And with a roar, his entire body tensed and he emptied in to her triggering her own orgasm. For 20 seconds or longer their bodies crashed against each other as orgasms ripped through them both. Her on all fours, head down, pushing back and screaming. Him with hands on both of her hips, no longer thrusting, his cock deep inside her just pumping cum in to her over and over and over again. As their orgasms began to subside he once again looked straight at me, this time grinning. "Why don't you come over here and have a look Mark?" he said. I got out of the chair, where I was sitting naked wanking my cock, and moved over to the side of the bed so I was standing beside him. His cock was still buried deep inside Emma so I could actually see very little. He slowly began to pull his cock out, millimetre by millimetre. As his cock slowly emerged, I could see it covered in thick white cum. "Can you see all my cum Mark?" he asked, "and can you see how her pussy is stretched around my cock?" "Yeah" I mumbled. My cock was rock hard and I started to slowly wank again as he continued to …
Best Buddies
It started out casually. I think. It seemed that way for a while, at least; just something we did for fun, something that didn't mean anything, a goof, a lark. A secret for sure but that was nothing different for us, we'd always been close, always told each other things we wouldn't tell anybody else. We were best friends. Still are. Have been since junior high. Back then I was pretty much a geek and he was popular but he thought I was funny and I thought he was cool and we wound up hanging out all the time. And we elevated each other as the years went by, I became more popular and came out of my shell and from me he got permission to indulge his intellectual side and show that he was more than just a jock. We went to college together, sort of by chance but it only cemented our bond. We dated together all throughout college – it never seemed weird, we just ran in the same social circle, a circle in which we were inevitably the locus. We fucked a couple girls together, and that never seemed weird, it was just fun. And, since I'm being honest and everything here, during one of those encounters my hand kinda found his cock and his hand kinda found mine and Lainey, she was the girl we were with, suggested maybe we go a little further so we did and I sucked his and he sucked mine. It was fun and, yeah, hot in a crazy way, and we were all laughing about it and it never changed anything. We were similar in the fact that college didn't do much for us. I majored in philosophy of …
I Took Her Back With Me
In my dream she is so vivid, displayed, open wide I reach across but cannot touch her core I feel her love but cannot cross a great divide Through what magic might we be before? We must fly back in time, erase the years to naught. How can it be, to do what none have done forever So deeply in each other's souls through distance yet still caught If we need to move the world, to bring us into one, where is the lever? Should the years between us evaporate into the graying mist Would that we travel back upon a path that none has ever trod We make our way wrapped in each other, lips touching in a kiss We must consummate our love, I pleaded, she yielded, I awed Our bodies feel the touch, to cry our love in mutual bliss. That could never be today because we are caught In a romance across years and distance so we have but little choice At last the past is ours, we come into each other as lovers we sing a single voice. We fought so hard to be together, the joining is complete Our ages now the same, our love has wed for whatever more shall come The grace that brought us back in time, age difference no longer can defeat. I love her with a passion, deep and lustful, but sweet, to know we've won.
Sex games #6
The next morning we were relaxing on the deck. We both wore our usual outfit, T-shirts and bare bottoms. I said to Carol, "I never imagined a night like last night, with Billy." I looked over the lake. I called Carol over to look at the beach. She saw Billy and smiled. I said, "We gave him the best night of his life." I stood behind Carol and nestled my prick between her ass cheeks. I got a little hard but was still recovering from all of our adventures yesterday. We discussed what to do today. We decided to laze around all day. We had lunch at the cottage and took a long restful nap. We decided to go into the village for dinner. The village was very upscale, it had fancy shops, fine restaurants and beautifully kept buildings. We went into a fancy pub for dinner. We sat at the bar and had a drink while we waited for our table. Dinner was fantastic, simple steak and potatoes. After dinner a small trio started playing dance music. We got up and swayed to a slow song, enjoying the feel of each other's body. I nudged Carol and gestured toward the dance floor. More than half the couples were same sex. After the dance we went back to our table. A woman approached the table, introduced herself as Mary, and asked Carol to dance. They went out on the dance floor and wrapped their arms around each other. I could see Mary whispering in Carol's ear while she was caressing Carol's back. The dance ended with them in a passionate kiss. When Carol came back to the table her face was flush …
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 …
Putting On a Show
Buzzzzz . You pick up your phone to see a new message from me. “Tonight you are all mine. When you get home, I want you to take a warm bubble bath, grab a glass of wine, and relax. I will text you again on my way home, and I need you lying naked on the bed before I get home.” Your mind races as you wonder what I have in plan for you tonight. You snap back into your work and continue your day-to-day tasks. You feel the warmth of your of your wetness begin to soak through the sheer black thong you are wearing. Glancing at the clock for hours, you ache for 5:00. As soon as the clock strikes 5:00, you race to your car and start the slow crawl back home. The traffic is backed up on the freeway and this adds to the agony. Buzzzzz . You grab your phone as your read the message. “I know you are probably sitting in traffic. Why don’t you start getting ready for your bath a little early. Reach behind, unhook your bra and slip it off after you unbutton your blouse. Don’t fix those three buttons, leave them.” Placing the phone back down, a devious smile comes across your face as you slowly unbutton your blouse. You feel the rush of freedom as the bra slips off your luscious chest. Reaching for the buttons, you remember my instructions and stop. The late afternoon sun is shinning on your chest as you inch forward. Feeling your panties getting damp you slide a hand inside your blouse to give a tug to your now stiff nipples. Yearning for more you message me back. “You are driving me crazy …
Young Boys Delight
I am a divorced 46 year old women who is still very attractive and sexually vibrant. That's why having been divorced for over a year has been so painful for me. Not that I missed my ex, but I missed a cock. My husband and I may have been kind of kinky by some peoples definition of sex. We enjoyed corresponding with other couples who ran ads in dirty magazines. We used to write hot letters and trade photos and videos with other couples quite often. We used to watch the videos while we fucked and fantasize about being with the couples on the screen. Now all I can do is finger my aching pussy to climax while I watch alone. But thankfully that changed drastically about two months ago. When my s****r and her husband went to California to check out a new job position for her husbands possible transfer. Since my nephew Billy, was still in school, and not doing very well, it was decided that he would stay with me for the two weeks. That way he could stay in school and also take care of their house which wasn't very far away. Billy is big for his 13 years of age and is a real nice boy to have around, to help with things around the house that a husband usually does like lawn mowing and so on. I never dreamed that shortly after him staying with me that he would fulfill a much more important role in my household. I had read articles and books about i****t, but had never dreamed that some day it would apply to me, as it has. Let me tell you how it all came about. I am a career woman and …
Revenge For Chriss s****r (Epilogue to "
Introduction: Chris from the previous story is back, and seeking revenge for his s****r, whose boyfriend ****d her Preface My f****y and I had no regrets whatsoever about what we did to that piece of shit. Every single bit of pain we inflicted on that bastard was well fucking deserved after what he did. And where he was going, he’d be getting a hell of a lot more than that. My s****r’s so-called boyfriend, I’m telling ya. Guess I should start at the beginning though… Chapter 1: The Boyfriend Donna, my 17-year-old s****r, met this guy named Tyson over the summer, right after her birthday, just before school started back up. Now I’m not the type of guy that likes to judge a book by its cover, but first laying eyes on him, I had a weird feeling that Tyson might be trouble. First of all, he was 23 years old; why was he hitting on a 17-year-old? Secondly, he looked like trouble; he had shoulder-length shaggy brown hair, scruffy facial hair, and always wore grungy clothes. And third, I could tell he was into the big d**g scene, and no, I’m not talking about marijuana because that’s not a d**g. I’m talking about street d**gs; crack cocaine, meth, pills and the type of shit that I had just done three years in prison for. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to judge him too quickly, so I kept my suspicions quiet. I couldn’t say the same for the rest of my f****y. Cody, my 21-year-old crazy punk-rock metalhead b*****r, who was naturally short-tempered, always looked mean and stony whenever …
Tomboy From Work I Fucked (True)
This is a true story of mine I thought I would share with you all. Enjoy guys and gals. Like most people I hate going to work and if I had my way I wouldn't but one bright side to my job is the amazing amount of good looking girls that work with me. Staring at their asses and tits seems to make the days go faster sometimes which doesn't sound like much but it gives me a reason to get my ass out of bed in the morning and go to work. I was also friends with plenty of guys who shared with me the enjoyment of staring at the girls that worked with us. One guy I am good friends with is named Evan. Evan and I work together a lot and we both seemed to have a lot in common hobby wise and also women wise. One day while Evan was off he came into work with his girlfriend who was drop dead stunning. The next day I started giving him shit about how lucky he was which he just laughed off. One day I got to work asking where Evan was who had called in sick for the day so I ended up working with a girl named Trisha who was gorgeous. When we got on the subject of Evan Trisha just seemed to smirk at me as I told her how cool of a guy I thought Evan was. As I continued to talk suddenly Trisha cut me off and with a grin she whispered to me "You do know Evan is a girl right?". I looked at her for a second before I started laughing but eventually noticed Trisha wasn't laughing. "What?" I asked as she told me how shes known Evan since high school and that he was a girl. After asking her about six or …