A lot had happened since our encounter with Christina in Ocean City. Sheri and I started having sex with her regularly, without Bob ever finding out. We had threesomes at least once or twice a month for quite some time. A few years later, Sheri and I got married. We moved from Pennsylvania to Maryland where I got a new job. We got a nice apartment with lots of room. Moving meant we barely ever saw Christina or any of our other usual partners. Sheri and I were still having sex all the time, but I could tell we were both craving a little something extra. One weekend, we went home to visit our family and friends in PA and hooked up with Christina while we were there. We told everyone we were going back Sunday morning, but really left Monday. We got a hotel room about an hour away from our hometown and Christina spent the night. The three of had sex for hours Sunday night and it was fantastic. In the morning, Sheri asked if I would sit in a chair to the side of the bed and just watch her and Christina. I gladly obliged. After saying our goodbyes, we got in the car and headed out. The drive was mostly quiet for the first hour or so. That’s when the world changed. Sheri turned off the radio and said, “Can I ask you something without you getting upset?” Always cause for alarm, I replied, “Should I be worried?” “No, no, nothing like that,” she said. She steadied herself for a moment, not knowing exactly how to start this conversation. She started, “We’ve had threesomes many times …
Stories of a Post Apocalyptic World: Part 2
The tunnel seemed to stretch on forever. Dim lights were the only thing illuminating the desolate subways, and even then it wasn’t very bright. Faint echoes of water dripping could be heard all around and quick rushes of steam from ruptured pipes made it even more eerie. Laura was a young courier from a small town near the ruins of New York. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted to travel the country, and that opportunity fell right in her lap when she turned twenty-one. She had found an opening for someone to deliver important documents to the local militant faction’s leaders. Of course she had to impress them with an interview, and her appearance did her a big favour. She was a short and slender girl, a little above five foot tall and weighing just over one hundred pounds. Her straight black hair always shone when the lights hit it, making every man turn their head and it was aided by her gorgeous baby blue eyes. However, many of the soldiers and officers didn’t pay much attention to her eyes, instead they admired her double D bust and cute backside. Although for the most part of her work, Laura was alone, travelling to new places, just like now. *** Laura held her hatchet tightly as she began to walk along the rails. The foul smell of rotting corpses polluted the air as she moved deeper into the subway. She had never used the tunnels but was warned that it would be a quiet and desolate place filled with unpleasant things. This didn’t faze her, however, as she …
Part 7 – A Milestone, I got to watch
Sorry this is so long…. For the next two weeks or so we continued fucking two or three times a day. She would come home from work and tell how many times she got fucked during the day. She would be extra horny if she got fucked late in the afternoon right before she came home. Her supervisor and her supervisor’s boss would not worry about making her cum. They only cared that they dumped their load in her. During the two weeks she would ask me if I knew where we were going to go so I could watch her rub a dick. I would ask her if she was going to make him cum. She would just smile and say maybe, but that would me up to the dick. She would always refer to the “dick”, not the guy or the man, just the “dick”. I thought about where we would got for the deed. I did not really want to take her to any club or bar where they knew us. After listening to her stories, I was afraid it might get out of hand and we could never go back. I was also kind of worried no matter where we went if it got out of hand we would get in trouble. But I was going to figure it out. First I thought we could go out of town to another city. Maybe Galveston, Austin, San Antonio, or Dallas. But that made things more complicated and the anticipation would kill me. Driving for four or five hours and then not really knowing where to go once we got there. I kept trying to think of a special place. Looking back on it, I was over thinking it. Then one day on the way home from work and sitting in stop & go traffic on …
ProfNigma Stories #4: Falling Pieces #3
Victorious: Falling Pieces #3 "Oh fuck, that's nice!" Trina Vega was propped up on the bar inside the handicapped restroom, where her 'secret' boyfriend, Robbie, had his head firmly placed underneath her dress. His oral skills had certainly come a long way since they first started doing this, and after just a few minutes Trina could feel an orgasm building. She always tried to hold in all compliments, because she felt he'd work harder if he thought she wasn't pleased enough, but sometimes things would slip out. Robbie really wasn't crazy about doing this inside a school bathroom, but he was doing something he really enjoyed, so that more than made up for it. His tongue was circling her sex, while he kept his hands firmly on her thighs. He knew Trina was trying to hold back, despite knowing that he was making her feel really good. He was fine with that. Her hands gripped on his curly black hair tightly, pushing him into her core as much as she could, sending a signal that she was about to blow. Soon enough, a half purring/half squealing came pouring from her mouth as her body spasmed a bit before her juices came out in a gush, which Robbie hungrily lapped up. "Did I do good?" he asked, already knowing the answer, as he pulled his head from her dress. "Yes…" she said, her mouth fighting an ear-to-ear smile, as she bit her lip, basking in her afterglow. "You did… amazing." "Well, you're welcome. I actually stayed up researching it, and I actually found a really interesting …
Stories of Lizzy Chapter 2
Oh god, who on earth could it be? Lizzy thought to herself. What a bad timing to call upon. She sat up on her bed, listening again, making sure that there was an absolute need to attend to the door. There it went again, knock knock. Reluctantly, she stood up with her bikini bottom falling into a heap around her ankles, she bent over and curled them back upwards. It was rather uncomfortable, to put on that cold piece of cloth against her warm body, the water from the pool mixing up with her own juices that had trickled down her inner thigh, causing it to dry up. She was almost certain that she could smell herself, all that excitement mixed with tanning oil and the smell of her own juices permeated the room, now on her thigh, and between her legs. Walking to the bathroom in a hurried fashion, she threw her bathrobe over her shoulders and fastened it with the chord. The silkiness of the champagne gold robe against her skin; the tickle of smoothness against the sexual tension under her skin seemed to aroused her even more. "How I wish if i could…Never mind" she thought to herself. Dragging her feet with impatience and reluctance, she walked up to the door and turned the knob. "Oh hi Miss, you left your book at the tanning deck and I just wanted to return it to you. Arabian Nights, a good read". He said There he was, standing in the doorway, a man of mid 20's, with a tanned body, toned arms and a good height. That cute smirky grin he gave seeing her in that …
Playtime Stories Ch 1.
1. I am such a slut. I was soft a few minutes ago after cumming hard, but now as I drive to my motel I’m getting hard again. I keep pulling my cock out of the side of my panties and rubbing the sticky head as I remember the man behind me gripping my hips and pumping my ass. Precum lubes my thumb work. My ass is a little sore and leaking lube after a hot slow fuck from an older Hispanic man who was a little too gentlemanly and a bit too small for my tastes. I fixed my makeup but I should have done a better job with my thick auburn wig. Although I just came and I got fucked like I wanted, I didn’t get the load of cum in my mouth I had craved for hours. As I want cum and cock…the feel of a cock throbbing and shooting a thick sweet and salty load of semen into my slutty mouth. Well, its only 2:30 and reentry to the arcade where I met the guy who just fucked me is free, I remind myself. I’ve only cum twice so far. I’m a bit cock-crazy right now and I want more. I turn my car toward the off-ramp into downtown. I drive to the dark part of the arcade’s lot and stop to fix my hair. A naughty husband walks by the front of my car leering. I see his jeweled ring. Naughty, naughty…bad boy. He pauses and rubs his cock through his trousers, the international sign for “seeking action.” I know he wants me to blow him. I unroll my window and motion him over. He looks around and walks over and kneels down to chat. “Hi,” he says with a nervous tone and a f***ed smile. “Hi, how are you?” with a …
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
Vampire: Stories of days past 3
Jake sat silent for a moment, trying to get his head around what he just heard. “So let me get this straight. You are over two millennia old. And lost your eye in a fight with your brother… over a slave?” Marius shrugged “Well, that’s the basic of it. More or less.” Shaking his head Jake tried to figure out if his host was lying or just plainly insane. “And I thought I was the only one who bumped his head.” He shifted his weight to the left and felt a pain shoot through his side. “It appears you might have broken a rib as well, want me to take a look?” Jake took a few shallow breaths, pushing the pain away before he nodded. “Well if you want me, you should apologies first.” Marius sat with his arms crossed next to the bed, a slight grin on his lips. “You want me to… what?” Jake’s words where followed by a grunt. “I. Want you. To say you’re sorry for doubting my story.” The young man pulled a face as if he felt insulted. “Dude, for real. I’m in serious pain over here!” Marius shortly chuckled “And I can maybe ease it. I also can just go out and get a quick bite to eat.” Catching his last words he let out a short chuckle again “Your choice.” Jake felt another flash of pain shooting through is side, this time without him putting weight on it. “Sure, whatever you want! Just as long you can make this go away.” Marius still sat with his arms crossed, not moving a muscle. “So?” Jake gave a deep sigh “I’m sorry for doubting you.” A smile made it’s over Marius’s lips “That wasn’t …
Little bad stories (part1)
"Have you been to england before?" she asked as she sat on the balcony with him. His uncle waved as he got into the car and pulled out of the drive way. "No, this is my first time actually getting over here. I’ve never been anywhere in Europe." he said as he waved to his uncle and aunt as they left. "So, then you’ve never… cum inside of a british girl then, have you?" she smiled as she lifted a knee, showing off her bare pussy. The girl looked up as they entered… the third group today, and she stood shakily, her legs trembling, her eyes full of hope, nervous and expectant as they looked her over, feeling her lithe body and smooth skin, seeing her unbroken hymen and her small, firm breasts. And then the price was given, and they turned away one by one… until just one was left looking her over. “I’ll take her.” The man said, smiling at the look of joy in her innocent face, a lifetime of training, since she was a girl, had prepared her for this, and as the slaver unlocked her chain and passed it to her new owner, he pulled her in against his body, his free hand going around her to give her pert ass a firm squeeze as his arousal blossomed between them, and she knew then that she was loved, that she would make him happy in whatever way he desired, and she closed her eyes in contented fulfillment as he kissed her… The young girl was pushed down to kneel on the soft carpet of the posh hotel suite and saw the two dozen or so men looking her naked flesh over. …
Show4Us True Stories: My First Bi Experienc
Disclaimer: The following story is 100% truth with no exaggerations or embellishments. Names and/or usernames have been withheld to protect the privacy of other participants, who shall be referred to only by their first initial. If you've read my profile, you already know a bit about my time on xHamster. If you haven't, the relevant background for this story is that the sum of my journey here left me, at 32 years of age, desperate to experiment with another male for the very first time. I was very particular in my search for the right guide for this kind of exploration. Having no prior experience with a male, my appetite was (and still remains) fairly vanilla, so I needed someone who wasn't so practiced that their demands would require me to venture too far out of my comfort zone. Finally, I found N… N and I exchanged photos and discussed our similar fantasies, which included the possibility of his interested wife, K, someday joining us. We ultimately decided, however, that a one-on-one encounter was the best way for us to test the waters. We set a tentative date and exchanged phone numbers to finalize the details. Shortly after I awoke on that fateful fall morning, my phone lit up with a text message from N confirming our appointment. I began my drive almost immediately after receiving his text, knowing that if I hesitated for even a moment, I may chicken out entirely. I arrived at N's house and knocked on the door. We awkwardly greeted one another, although the …
The Stories of Laura, Part 2, Getting to know her
I had mixed emotions on the drive home after meeting the author of so many intimate stories that was, in part, based upon myself and my sensuality. Here I am, married, and I'm having active fantasies about an older man who is turning me into jelly. Who I let touch me so intimately just a few short minutes ago. Who I want to release the whirlwind of sexual appetite that I have. Somehow I arrive home without incident or accident, unless you count the drenched panties I have on. Taking a few moments to collect myself I enter my humble abode and a return of my daily life. But instead, I rush to my computer and check for an e-mail I'm hoping is there. And it is. It read: "Hi, I hope you made it home okay and thank you so much for meeting today. I hope the liberties I've taken was okay. You seemed to show interest in being led overall and with stories in topics like this and would love to show you how a sensual massage would really make you feel sexy, especially if I were to verbally tell you a story at the same time. And, as I have shared before, I would just enjoy hoping you realize your sensual self as I can. When you have a moment just let me know what path you'd like the next story or another piece of information to base a story on and I'll write up something lickety-split." I couldn't think at the moment and really needed to digest everything. It took about a week before I responded, "I'd like you to write about our next meeting. How would it go and what would happen." …
Lonely Mothers Milk
My name is Jasmine (name changed), I’m currently 18 years old but my stories goes back 4 years. This story is 100% what really happened and I will only be presenting this in 4 parts with each part being longer and more detailed, this is part 1 and 2 combined. This tale of my life I’m calling Lonely Mothers Milk. This is my first time trying to put my memories into words so please give good feedback but don't be mean. Part One ———————————————————————————————————————————————– About 4 years ago, my Mother, Father, and I had just moved into our new home in Victorville, California. Not only was the home huge but it was also centrally located between the beach and Las Vegas so no matter what we decided to do we always found an excuse to leave and have fun as a family. Being 14, the more time I spent away from home the better and my parents were always trying to be the fun parents. That was while my Father wasn’t on tour overseas of course. My father was a mechanic for the United States Army. He had paid for our new home using VA funds and some money he had saved up, and due to the recession homes were so cheap my parents had their pick of them. My Father had served 2 tours overseas and was planning on staying at a local base to finish up his remaining service time. After we were situated in our new home and my Father had been doing his thing at the military base locally (which was only 2 …
Playtime Stories Ch. 10- Theater Play pt 2 Gurl-Gu
10. Having sucked and fucked my way through the first hour or so of my membership at The Grande Theater, I sat resting and enjoyed watching a fiery redhead porn princess get double penetrated and then impossibly huge loads of cum on her face. My entire crotch was moist and slick with a nasty mix of lube, cum, and saliva and momentarily enjoyed a cool breeze through the theater. My cock was rigid and I knew I was ready for more. I pulled up my black satin panties and re-zipped my vest, which I didn’t even realize anyone had opened. I partially covered up my black bra and straightened my black miniskirt and even smoothed my black sheer stockings. I retrieved my purse and put my half-full bottle of lube in the main pocket. As I made my way to the aisle I felt another set of hands seeking out my ass and smiled. I looked at the roped off “couples section” which was sadly still only populated with two fairly boring couples. I decided to clean up, so I began to head for the restroom. I made my way out of the theater and went through the curtains and bumped into a twink-boi kissing an older guy in the middle of the hall. I apologized and continued a few more steps and then felt someone reach around from behind me and then grab mi in a bear hug. The person was taller and had a strong grip. Then I felt a bunch of hair against my neck and heard in a contrived female voice, “You are very hot honey, I hope you’re not going anywhere?” “Her” hand then lifted my skirt and freed my cock. …
True Stories –Winter At Beech Mountain Chapters
It was mid-winter here in Western N.C. — and I had cabin fever. Looking at the same places- same faces – had given me the 'itch' to travel.. My income also suffered now because of the Christmas season. People would rather buy presents than have a massage. I had watched the discovery channel lately, and hit on an idea. In winter, caribou would migrate south to their winter grazing areas and be near a water supply. In summer, they moved back north to stay cool and be near food and water. I would be like the caribou– 'migrate' to where some real money was this time of year– to the nearby ski resorts in our snow covered mountains. I called my b*****r who lived at Elk Park ,N C ; only a driver and 4 iron from Beech Mountain , an exclusive high end ski resort a mile high. Asked him to make a few calls to see if it would pay me to make the two hour drive. In one hour he called back, saying he had me 'dialed in' with a guy at the resort, and I could start immediately. Upon arriving early the next morning, Scott took me out to breakfast at a local dive. As we left, a stunning brunette came up to the car, and asked my b*****r where he had been hiding.. He introduced me to Sandra , a 33 year old knockout who owned the local fitness center. As we shook hands, she drew her back, shaking it. "My that's an awfully strong grip you have Dano." " I'm so sorry, it's because of my work,I suppose." I replied Scott told her we had to hurry to an appointment, but she made him promise to stop …
Three Big Boob Short Stories
Buck’s Big Boob Bed Time Stories… Three Big Boob Short Stories – The Birthday Present, At The Drive In, Wal/Mart Mom & Daughter 1st Big Boob Story The Birthday Present…. It was my 18th birthday party. My parents let me sl**p in, while they prepared for the party. I wanted just a small party, nothing too crazy. I invited some friends. My parents invited there friends. I knew a few of them. My party started just past noon. I was wearing a black batman t-shirt and some tan cargo shorts, that hung just below my knees. I had on some black flip flops on, as I combed my short hair and walked down the stairs into my living room. I heard the doorbell ring. My parents had me greet everyone as they came in. I shook a few hands and smiled at everyone who arrived. I thought I had greeted everyone who was invited until around 1pm when there was a knock at the door. I slowly turned the big brass knob to the front door. My mouth fell open. I almost fainted. I was at a lost for words. “Good afternoon Buck, Happy Birthday sweetie.” Said Mrs. Lola Devine. She was a friend of my parents. She was our old next door neighbor, in the house we used to live in. We moved away a few years ago. She had changed so much. She used to be very conservative and wore big clothes to hide her figure. Now she was standing right in front of me, wearing a tiny red cocktail dress. It left nothing to the imagination. Her huge breast were almost falling out the top of her dress. She had long curly brunette hair. She …
A Family Betrayal Chapter 23
Writers Notes: Hey all due to a hand injury my writing will be a little slowed down. I am not going to stop writing just going to take my time. Also working on a second story which there is no connection to this or my other two stories. I am also sorry for a few things in the last chapter and the start of this one, but it ties into the healing to a point. To those that are into the story all I can say is keep reading as it will just get better. Sorry this one is only over 8,000 words, but the next will be longer. Have a good day and enjoy. Now for Chapter 23 : Mom had Jacqueline go with her to help give her a enema. Jacqueline confessed she wanted one too. It seems this night was going to be a first for them as well as Faye. Except Faye wanted something at that moment. Momma Faye wanted to confess something to me. As I laid their watching my Latina mom slowly ride me. I have my hands on her breast fondling her nipples. Her eyes are glazed over with love as she holds my hands to her breast. I looked up with a smile when she smiles down to speak. “ You feel so good in my pussy baby. Oh god I want this to never end.” She tells me with a moan “ You feel so tight momma Faye, but what….made you change your mind?” I ask as she lets go of my hands to only lay down on me while still going back and forth on my cock “ Oh yess….please call me Faye baby while we make love. As for your question it’s because I have been thinking….oh fuck….about you and the way Jasmine and the girls …
College Stories 3
Annie and I decided to meet up later that night after dinner and hit a movie. As I went though the line at dinner, I could see her working in back of the cafeteria. She had to wear the most unflattering outfits in the cooking area with a hair net holding up her long straight blonde hair. It normally hung to just about the arch in her back. Even with the crummy outfit on, I was growing hard staring at her. She started laughing as she saw me gawking and people passing me up in line… I couldn't wait for later. As the rest of the guys headed up I stopped outside the caf's side door. I opened it and peaked in. I could see her. I whistled quietly to get her attention. She backed over. What are you doing she said with a smile. getting your attention of course… She told me she'd be off in a few minutes and was going to grab a bite if I wanted to join her. The cafeteria closed and we sat at a table eating, you could see the other workers eyeing me and whispering to each other. the guys were obviously bothered by my presence and the ladies, well they seemed to be enjoying seeing her eating with someone. We sat and talked and laughed and talked, we hadn't noticed everyone else had left. We were the last ones in the cafeteria. We cleaned up our table. she said she needed to get changed, I offered to help. She gave me a sly smile and started dropping her cloths to the floor. The Cafeteria was surrounded by windows. It was dark in there and only a few lights were on so it would be …
A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3
Harry zoomed around on his newly acquired Nimbus 2001, zig-zagging through the trees in the orchard next to the Weasley home with the wind whipping around his face. He loved this feeling – the feeling of leaving all earthly emotions behind and just living in the moment. But lately, he was plagued by all sorts of emotions – emotions he felt even here, in what was supposed to be his escape and safe haven. The most prominent among those emotions was, strangely, happiness. Not the sort of happiness that was brought about by peace and contentment, but the sort of fierce joy brought about by nights of debauchery and violence. And that worried him. Ginny had been right – he had changed after the war. Ron had broached the topic with him as well, and he knew that if Ron noticed, then it was truer than even he realized. He kept shrugging off the question, but he knew that the question was valid. And the worst part was that he knew what the answer was. He knew why he had changed. The answer was a piece of wood strapped to the holster on his right arm. The Elder Wand. He sighed as he rose into the air, higher and higher on his broom. What he had done after the Battle was beautiful and noble and poetic – he had given up the fearsome power of the Elder Wand for a life of purported peace and happiness. It was an earnest gesture, one worthy of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Slayer of Voldemort and the Golden Boy of Gryffindor. Just like in the stories. It was ironic then that the very next …
My best sexstories
Whether I’m writing about joining the mile high club, attending a “kissing party”, or the joy that comes with not caring about pubic hair, I often address my sex life directly. Sometimes, I even dispense unsolicited advice based on personal experiences on matters such as staying faithful, and which awkward scenarios couples should expect to face in the sack. For this roundup of sensual stories, however, I cast a wide net. What I discovered is that everyone seems to have a saucy tale worth sharing. Below are the top 5 anecdotes of the lot, which are sure to leave you flesh thirsty. (Each story has been edited for clarity.) 1. Jerking around in-flight (male, 30) My college girlfriend had an insatiable appetite for sex. So an hour before heading to the airport to catch a flight to Italy in 2002 (the trip was our graduation gift to ourselves), we had sex. By the time we were boarding, she was already ready for more. Naturally, we checked out the plane’s bathroom, but we agreed that it looked too cramped for a mid-air romp. Undeterred, my gal summoned a flight attendant shortly after takeoff and requested two blankets. Then she draped the navy blue polyester throws over my lap, slipped her hand beneath the makeshift barrier, withdrew my dick, and massaged me to erection. Bear in mind that we were in a three- seat row. She was by the window, I was in the center, and a middle-aged European dude neither of us knew was sitting near the aisle. While jerking me off as slowly as …
My Brothers Bestfriend Stories Continued
"Ooo daddy." I said smiling looking down at my dripping pussy. "We made a mess didnt we?" He laughed. As we both looked around the room, noticed his sheets were done for, and his room had the clothes we threw off everywhere. Lloyds eyes met mine. He leaned in and kissed me. "I fucking love you." He said with his dick still inside me. "I love you too baby." I said kissing his cheek. I hopped off of his penis and laid next to him. We laid naked on his bed for what felt like hours. I got up and went to his bathroom to take my usual after sex shower. The hot shower soothed my skin. "Hey you". A calm voice said. "Phil?" I said knowing it was but hoping it wasnt him. He pulled back the shower curtain. "The one and only. CHAPTER 5 My stomach churned in despair. I was tired of lying to everyone including myself. As things weren't messy enough with fucking my brothers bestfriend! Now I've added Lloyds brother to the list. "Phil, no. This just can't happen anymore. " I said while covering myself. "What do you mean? we made our agreement, remember?" He said smiling. "But I don't fucking care Phil!" I said raising my voice. "Oh, so you don't care?" Phil said angrily. His whole demeanor was changing. I stepped out of the tub. "Look Phil, your sex is amazing, maybe even better than Lloyds, but I'm done with this. Like I just cant. Its too messy." I felt tears coming. How could I be so selfish? Lloyd meant everything to me. Why would I do this? Phil breathed in deeply. So deeply, that it …
The Stories of Laura, Part 3, Cumming at his hands again
I knew I was hooked. It wasn't that I was a stranger to sex or the enjoyment of many orgasms in my life, This was something different. A treat. A way to let myself go and, at least for now, not have intercourse. That was the part I was trying to convince myself of. How much different was this from getting a massage at a spa? Well, I don't think they get you off like this or meet like this, but who was I to rationalize more than I needed to. I knew he was working the rest of the week some time (at least an hour or so) away from my area so I didn't think we'd meet again. I asked for another story from him, if he could. On Wednesday I got another erotic tale of massage that was different in three ways. The first was that instead of being nude and lying down on the bed it entailed wearing a short dress with no underwear and he would do the massage first over the dress as we sat together, then under the dress. The second part was that for the entire message I would be facing a mirror and not see him, but see myself and his roaming hands pleasing me as he wanted. The last that there was an omission. It alluded to some type of massage that required some intimate probing that was not intercourse. He colored coded the area to let me know that if I was so inclined he thought this surprise would really enhance my experience, but I needed to trust him since he would not divulge the information. He said there would be no penetration of my pussy with his cock….but that he would be …
Playtime Stories Ch 10-A Theater to Group Booth
10-A I returned entered the theater and saw the other couple that had come in was not all that attractive. He was better looking than she was and they were putting on a show of her oral sex skills on a dildo in front of the desperate crowd. I felt hands search me and I looked around for the blonde T-gurl slut who had just expertly sucked me off. I saw a group of people in front and another to the left side of the theater. I walked down the walkway to the front of the theater to find a couple of hot 20-something gay-boys fucking in front of a crowd of middle aged men who were jacking themselves. I watched for a minute and saw that while the two young men were very hot, I didn’t really see any other meat in the crowd of voyeurs that I had to have. I turned and looked up the left side of the theater and saw my blonde tranny friend smiling at me as she gave someone a really good lap dance. She waved me over so I went to her and she put her arms around my neck and hugged me as she gyrated. I reached back and felt her ass and realized we were an item. More men gathered around and I heard things like “Damn I gotta see this,” and “That’s the one who was sucking and fucking before,” and “This is gonna be hot…” With all that pressure from public notoriety I decided he was right, it was definitely going to be hot. “What’s your name, honey?” I said in my seductive femme voice into my tranny-lezbo lover’s ear. “Uhhhh haaaaahhh…Carla,” she moaned as she gyrated her bare ass on the man’s …
Crescent City Secrets – Chapters 19,20&21
This is a reposting of my erotic fiction novel, Crescent City Secrets. I have written 3 non-fiction books about my own personal sexual adventures, but I feel like New Orleans is a city full of sex and sensuality and I wanted to tell some stories that didn't have to do with me. I'll be posting the entire book here to Xhamster. I hope you like it. If you want to read more of my work, look for details on my profile. XO – KateCrescent City Secrets by Kate RousseauChapter 19 When she got home, she and Andrew had sex. She kissed him hard on the mouth, reveling in the knowledge that another man's cock had just been on her lips. He fucked her hard and briefly and passionately. But after, when he'd finished inside her and she indicated that she wanted him to go down on her, he balked. “Can you go wash up first, hon?” Haden was turned off instantly. She'd wanted to have filthy, dirty dangerous sex. She wanted her husband to lick her just fucked pussy and make her scream. She wanted to pull his head by the hair and crush his ears with her thighs. Instead, he'd asked her to clean up. She sat down on the toilet with a wet wipe and began to clean herself up, having f***ed a smile for Andrew and saying, “Sure, honey.” As she wiped herself clean of his semen in the darkness of the bathroom, she said quietly to herself, “But honey, as it turns out, you've already got some cum in your mouth.” Back in bed, Andrew went down on her. It felt good, but she faked her orgasm.Chapter 20 “Am I a stuck …
Cuckolded by a white ouple
I wrote this just because I find it tiresome that so much of the cuckold stories are of one kind only. This puts a black man in the cucky position. It is a story, so please don't take offence. Non is intended. Only pleasure. Enjoy! We'd gone down to the nude beach on our german holiday. Looking around we seemed to be pretty much the only mixed race couple there. Seeing all those white tits around had me sporting a semi in no time. I'm not going to lie to you, the whole interracial thing turned me on a lot. One of my favorite sexual games with my wife circled around her being a white souther virgin, and me being one of the strong, dark slaves working the field. It always got me good and hard. My wife undressed. She being something of a submissive kept shaved between her legs at my request, and had even gotten implants because I thought a woman with B-cups just wasn't any fun. Naturally she also kept her hair an intense platinum blonde. As we sat there looking at the water and just talking about who made us horny, a young german couple came up to us. The young man didn't really seem to know any english at all, but his girlfriend sure did. “Hi,“ she said. “Would you mind if we joined you?“ “Not at all!“ I replied. As they sat down, she near me and he near my wife, she said “You're american, aren't you?“ “That's right“, I smiled. We started talking about this and that, her boyfriend mostly sitting there. He looked like something out of a Nazi add. Blond, muscular and tall. I …