Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories…. Part 2 – The Video Store Recap of Part 1 (Found my Married next door neighbor masturbating to a movie I left in her house. Then she spent the whole day sucking my cock around her house. Then I left her instructions to wash my clothes, not kiss her husband when he got home from work.) Part 2~~~ I watched Brenda naked body jiggle as she walked out of my view. A few minutes later, I saw her husband Frank walk by his kitchen window. He reached into the fridge to get something to eat. I walked upstairs to my room. I still had a big smile on my face as I reached into my closet to get my silk bath robe. It was red, with black trim. It reminded me of an old time Playboy robe. I looked in the mirror to see myself. My cock was already semi hard thinking about what just happened. I almost could not wait for Brenda to bring over my laundry. I wonder how long it would take for her to come over. About an Hour later. I heard a small knock at the back door. I got off my black leather chair in the living room. I was not sure if she would knock on my front door or the door to my back yard. I walked into the kitchen. I pulled the d****s back. I looked through the glass in the back door. I smiled. Brenda was standing inches from the door. She had her left foot on the 3rd wooden step. She was wearing exactly what I left on her bed. She had the small blue shirt on. It was stretched over her large breast. The "V" in the middle showed off her deep …
Wife lets loose as husband gets caught being sucked
I woke up horny…. Is there a day that doesn’t occur? As I’ve gotten older in life, I don’t start my day too often with a hard-on, just usually with sexual thoughts. While my wife and I still occasionally have wonderful intimate moments she has some challenges where the frequency of these moments disappears for periods of time. While very compatible from a vanilla sex standpoint she also has never been very adventurous in bed. This isn’t an excuse for my infrequent sexual activities outside our home rather some background. As for me, I’m a healthy and decently in shape mature man of 51. The epitome of a man starting to lose his muscularity due to age and a slightly less active life but still fits comfortably in his clothes from 20 years ago….if I still had them. I work a white collar job so supplement activities to stay in stable shape to enjoy a long and healthy life as well as probably unhealthy habit of masturbation and fantasies….often which blur into real life. This morning was one of those days. Today was a bit different than most as I had a comp day from the office after working some insane amount of hours the preview week. Home, but not completely alone, I gently rubbed my smallish cock under the covers enough to feel good but not pumping it with any urgency to get off. My mind wandered… Instead of searching porn or any particular sex story to fan some fantasy, I decided (or was it my penis) to search Craigslist for anything intriguing. My first search was the MW4M …
My sissy son,by his dad and lover Part 6
So 3 years have gone by since I last spoke to you. Many changes,mostly very good,even my ex is OK too. I got promoted in my job,much more responsibility,longer hours,but a bigger salary to match. I /we had to move as well,from England to America,huge upheavel,but worth it for both of us. Because we live in the States now,Lucy can finally discard all her male attire..and be Lucy ..my 'daughter/my wife' full time.She looks after me/the house,and while other men who work for the company employ maids/servants for their wives..Lucy's happy to do it herself.We've been to parties,bbq's organised by the wives,usually about 20 adults,and 8 or 10 k**s too. Lucy suggested we 'had one' too,i thought it was a great idea and she asked Carol,the wife of the CEO to help her. Carol was in her 50's an ex beauty queen who still looked stunning,had 3 c***dren and was now a grandmother too.We decided (at Carol's advice) to get some caterers in the first time and the bill would be quite reasonable..so that's what we did.They'd organise the seating, the food,even cook the food,all we had to do was buy a new fridge to hold beers,wine,and sodas for the k**s.But I came home one night and found Lucy in tears..and it took me ages for her to tell me what had happened.Carol wanted to change her dress after she'd spilled coffee on hers,so we went to my wardrobe to pick something out for her.She looked in yours as I left to take a phone call..and it was obvious to her that the clothes were yours..not mine! …
My Husband, My Slave
Sophie is a high powered executive who makes decisions that impact the lives of her staff and community every day. When her husband, John, has some problems she does what comes naturally, deciding what is best for both of them. This is a four-part story. INTRODUCTION I think it would be best if I begin at the beginning—back before all this happened–with an introduction of who we are and why I’m telling this story. I’m Sophie—actually Sophia, but I’ve always thought that was much too formal and much too old fashioned. I was, after all, named for my maternal grandmother, I suspect because she was really loaded. She’d inherited millions from my grandfather who was invested heavily in real estate and railroads back when railroads were king. I’m now 34 years old, 5’9” tall, and weigh only two pounds more than when I graduated college—127 pounds. I’m tall and slender with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, measuring 34B, 25, 34, and I stay in good shape by either using our company gym or working out at home. I’m an extremely successful executive—a senior vice president–with an international corporation that specializes in developing commercial and industrial real estate even though I don’t need the money. I now own all my grandfather’s investments—millions and millions in blue chip stocks and bonds. I’m now thrilled to be very happily married to John Masters, 36, an even six feet, and 160 pounds although I wasn’t always. John had created more problems with his insane …
SLAVE WIFE TANYA: THE GORILLA SPECIALIST
SLAVE WIFE TANYA: THE MONKEY BUSINESS John, the famous international fashion photographer heard the front door slam and watched his latest customer Ms. Obutulezi approaching the studio wearing a long white coat and high heels. And she was white! Judging from the surname he had thought she would be black or dark. Her husband had called a few days ago and asked for a series of "erotic pictures" of his wife. The photos were not supposed to be pornographic, but rather of a "promotional nature" intended for commercial use. Detailed instructions would follow by letter. They agreed on a full afternoon session – six hours – which would become very costly. John mentioned his price and Mr. Obutulezi did not even try to bargain. From a distance she did not look anything but ordinary, but as the brunette came closer he sensed something unusually attractive about her. Her slender body, easy way of moving, her big expressive eyes and an aura of watchful nervousness made her look like a deer ready to flee on the slightest provocation. She definitely triggered his hunting instinct. He had to concentrate on the task he had been given. They shook hands and presented themselves. She had long slender fingers like a piano player. John could not help imagining them caressing his big throbbing cock. “Welcome to my humble studio. Let me take your coat, Ma’am.” ‘She unbuttoned the thick winter coat and revealed a voluptuous body with a full bosom and long legs. He took the coat and pointed towards …
Indian husband cuckolded by feet.
I married my my wife simran 2 years ago. I have a foot fetish and I used to lick her feet whenever I get time. As time passed, my wife got bored of me and wanted to Have more sex. I was unable to satisfy her desires as I have a small dick. Suddenly a major change came in my life. My college friend prashant contacted me for a job. Prashant used to bully me and was a hot muscular guy. I used to lick his feet. He said He had no place to live currently and wanted to live at my house. I asked my wife and she wanted to see his picture as how he looked. I showed her the picture and she Agreed to let prashant live at our house for some days. He came to my house when simran was not at home. Being a bully, he asked me to keep his luggage in his room and get him some water. He sat on the couch with his feet Crossed up on the table. I gave him water and sat near him. Being a bully, he asked me to show him my wife's pic. I showed him my wife's pics and he said "she looks Hot, I’ll definitely fuck her" I said "yes master, your wish". Then he asked me to remove his sneakers and his sweaty socks and lick his feet. I started licking his Feet. Suddenly the gate opened and my wife saw me licking his feet. She started laughing and gave a smile to prashant and went on to change her clothes. I had mixed Feelings of shamefulness and arousal. I kept licking the soles of prashant feet and after 2 minutes my wife came back and gave prashant a kiss and sat with her feet crossed on the table. just like …
Lord of the rings:Hope for the future pt 3-Eowyn.
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters depicted in this story. Chapter 2,m:Eowyn. Galadriel had been delivered safely of two strong and beautiful half-elven twins,both girls to the joy of many who saw great things in there future.Galadriel fairly glowed with love for her children and would often kiss her husband deeply for this precious gift.Arwen was happy for her fellow wife and grandmother as their children brought them closer together. Harvey,on the other hand,was trying all means necessary to get Arwen and Galadriel to find other lovers to take as husbands.He could not understand why two of middle earths most beautiful elves would take him as a husband,let alone carry his children. The two elves had grown in power,beauty,magic and physical strength.There beauty was second to none even within their own race,their bodies and beauty seemingly entering the realm of the divine. Arwen's magic was so powerful that it now allowed her to fly.With a thought she could freeze time and a word from her could turn day to night and vice versa.Those who tried to fight her would find themselves dead just by looking in her eye. Galadriel's enchantments had grown as well.Her aura of light so great it could heal any injury or sickness just by being in her presence.She could bring whole forests to life just by walking in them,create weapons of great power by just thinking of them and giving life to new creature of myth and legend with a wave of her hand.Just by looking at a person she …
Meeting Him pt.1
MEETING HIM PT.1 I met HIM online,you know on one of those adult websites.I had been a member for a few years,mostly just watching the videos or reading the stories.I was into alot of kinky stuff and it was hard to find someone with the same tastes.I often felt guilty being online while my hubby was at work,but our sex life had become almost non existent.We are both black and in our late forties.I have a very high sex drive,always have,he did also until about 3 yrs ago.He started taking meds which affected his sexual desires…or so he wanted me to think. We both had been in bisexual relationships before we were married,and I often wondered if he was seeing a man behind my back.Which honestly Id be okay with,if he was honest with me,and not so judgemental towards me.We have been married over 20 yrs and I have never cheated in any way….until now.Ive always been the more kinkier out of the two of us…a quality which he liked at one time…but these days he criticized me for it.We had gone for months without sex…him saying he had no interest,so I turned to porn even more,watching and masterbating.He did not approve of that,saying I should find something to get my mind off sex.Well that was easier said than done,having gone without it for so long,it was ALL I could think of.Whenever I tried talking to him about it he would call me a whore and a slut.So eventually I stopped trying.I began frequenting the chatrooms,mostly talking to other women,thinking that wasnt really …
Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian
Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian Summary: Frigid MILF turned by one of her husband’s young employees. Note 1: This story is dedicated to DAVE who requested it for his wife. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, goamz86 and LeAnn for editing this story. Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian “You haven't had sex in over a year!” I asked my colleague Dave, stunned by his admission a moment ago. He shook his head as he took another swig of his beer at the pub where we hung out after work, Dave and I the last two remaining. “It wasn't always like this.” “But she is still ridiculously attractive,” I pointed out, “and you are not bad yourself if I was into men.” “Good to know I’m attractive to the lesbians,” he joked, finishing his fifth beer. “What happened?” I asked, my head already spinning with the thoughts of the challenge of making a frigid woman my sex slave. “That is one of the great mysteries of the world,” he sighed, clearly very frustrated at his long sexual drought. “Was she always a prude?” I asked, digging deeper for more intel on my next prey. “God no,” he said, “although I was her first and only.” “She has only fucked just you?” I asked, not able to fathom such a concept. I was 99% lesbian, but I still had fucked more than one guy. “Yeah,” he nodded, as he ordered another beer. “Was she always so timid?” I asked, curious about a woman who only had been with one man. She was clearly prime material for my lesbian seductive wiles. “No, but I don't think I should get into the …
robs wife
I liked to be dominated. I like when men take control and tell me what to do. My husband discovered this after a few years of marriage, and things haven't been the same since. Lately, though, things my have gotten a little out of control. It seems that my husband, Rob, had been discussing domination with a few of his friends at work. He had, after a couple of beers at the local bar, told them about our secret sexual practices. He told them that I liked being a love slave, and would do anything that I was told. I didn't mind that so much. However, one Saturday, the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door, and Hal stood there. He looked at me and asked me if my master was home! "Rob's home, yes," I said, my face red. "Tell him I'm here," he said. I called Rob, and Rob came into the room. He invited Hal in, and I went into the kitchen and got them a couple of beers. I brought them to the two men, and the doorbell rang again. I started to go and answer it, and Rob stopped me. "That's Jim," he said, looking at his watch. "Answer it, but I want you to take off your blouse and your bra first," he said. "Huh?" "Take off your bra and answer the door," he demanded. Red-faced, (but excited) I unbuttoned my blouse as the doorbell rang again. I took off my bra, my nipples hardening and a thrill traveling through my pussy as I went to the door, topless. I opened the door, and Jim stood there. His mouth hung open for just a second as he took in the fact that I was topless. "Tell the boss …
What the Hell Am I Doing?– Chapter 3
——————————————————————– Author’s Note: This is a new series of stories, all of them holding at least a kernel of truth, if not more. Not all will have full-on sexual contact and/or encounters, at least as I have it planned, but I hope the reader will enjoy the feelings, and emotions, that went through my mind. That being said, there is going to be a lot of interracial sexual relations, sex with strangers, and even some v******e. Call it adultery, call it slavery, or call it submission, whatever label you choose, but unless you have a CONSTRUCTIVE comment, I’m not interested in hearing your blithering, whiney fingers scream about how I should be divorced, shot, made homeless, or abandoned. We all have enough troubles in our days without listening to your opinions on how someone should live their lives. With that said, if you are still here, please enjoy this second installment: —————————————————————— What the Hell Am I Doing?- Chapter 3 As usual, when I exited the bath room the next morning, I found my clothes laid out. As my Master, Ben liked to choose what I would wear, and because I liked to provide him some variety, I tended to pack heavy. My husband would ask me why I would take a dozen outfits for a five-day trip, and I would just explain to him that some of the trip involved client dinners and so on, which required me to change into something nicer. What I said was true, I would …
The Art of Cuckolding
Mature woman teaches a young bride the art. When I was a young man, there had been circumstances or events in my life that I could not understand or explain. Things were done behind my back but if you live long enough, sooner or later the true story comes out. My name is Jack and my wife's name is Rosemarie but everyone calls her Marie. She was in her late twenties and I was in my early thirties. We had two small toddlers. It was a hot summer afternoon and we were moving into a new house in an upscale neighborhood. A mature woman who lived a few houses away, came over to us carrying a tray of glasses and a pitcher of ice tea. She welcomed us to the neighborhood and said she would have us over to her house in a few days once we were settled. They invited us to their house the following Sunday afternoon to have a couple of drinks and get to know each other. Her name was Ava and her husband's name was Sam but she always referred to him as My Sammie. They were in their early fifties with three c***dren. Two c***dren were out living on their own and their youngest was away at college so they were pretty much Empty Nesters. Like me, Sam was an engineer. A quiet man, thin and slightly shorter than his wife, Ava. Ava was very much like my wife, I would say she was an older version of my wife. She was outgoing with voluptuous curves and a very sexual way about her. When she looked at me, she made me feel like I was going to be her next meal. Her body language hinted that she was …
Felica Hardy humilates Mary Jane
Mary Jane and May Jane get owned again (humiliation ending) By [email protected] Emma and Felicity have a sl**pover with their teens and their victims Author Note It been a while since Felicia Hardy ended her rivalry with Mary Jane Watson by completely humiliated her and making her a slave. Her daughter Felicity Hardy got in on the act by dominated Mary Jane daughter May Day Parker. Both of the Watson’s were beautiful red heads with super models looks. Mary was hot enough to be Felicia rival for years but Felicia seems to always come out ahead. In fact she would fuck her Husband for years. One night Mary dared confront her. Mary beat her senseless and put her in the closet. She then invited Peter Parker over and made sure it was a hole in the closet so Mary could watch them. Felicia and Peter had talked drinking coffee with some milk she had milked from Mary’s swollen breast. They she rode Peter’s Park cock for hours know Mary would watch every minute of it. When Peter left she made Mary lick her clean. Both Emma asshole and Pussy was filled with Peter’s cum making her taste her husband betrayal. She so loved the tears on Mary Face that day. “How do you like the taste of your loving Husband’s cum with my Juices you wimp. Bet you never made him cum this much. How could you…with those small freckled tits. And that red hair patch of hair over your pussy disgusting” She would Say Years past and they both had daughter in high school soon. Felicity had made gave May two …
We were just going to Hang Out Part 5
Jen awoke spitting out the water that was splashed on her face. “Waking up, Jen,” I asked. “Yes, I am.” “Got some questions for you, and I believe you going to give them to me without a problem. Right?” “OK,” Jen said. “So what were you trying to do with me?” “I was asked to break you and to get to work for Dr. Johnson and be Mrs. Johnson sex slave.” “What, why would you do that,” I asked. “Well the 10 grand was the primary reason, and I really wanted to teach you a lesson, you know. The one that goes beware of what you wish for.” I wanted more than anything to wring her neck, but she had more information that I needed. The drug that Jen had given me and I had dose her back with acted like a truth serum as well as a hypnotic drug, for about 12 hours or so Jen will do anything anyone tells her and she will not be able to lie to anyone. In Columbia tourist that given this drug will freely give away their cash and empty their account and not remember anything afterwards. “So why did you set up me up in that gangbang?” “So you husband would not be an issue when he see it he see what a slut you are and divorce you when the paper are served.” “Why would I serve him, and when,” I asked? “Once you were broken you do it so you would be able to serve your Mistress of course and when is when I get edited video and the papers from the lawyers. I then would send both to your husband via courier.” “So you have yet to send them out? Has anyone have a copy of the video and if so then who?” …
Black Cock Worship
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won't believe this and normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am Otis' cock slave. There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England f****y and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses. This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our f****y's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the airport. Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and I guess because I was board and he cut quite a figure sitting on that machine I noticed him… for the first time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They were jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him. I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing. Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport. I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus
The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this! Saturday, January 17th Kyle couldn't help but admire how beautiful Christy was as she slept curled up next to him. He had finally made love to his girlfriend last night, and she had been as lithe and eager as Aaliyah and Fatima had been. Would Fumi be as good? In the last few days, since he had freed Aaliyah from her lamp, Kyle had found himself in love with not just his girlfriend, but the sexy Genie, his sister, and Fumi, a girl he had met once. But she was so gorgeous. His thoughts drifted to the graceful beauty of Fumi, with her long, blue-black hair that framed her porcelain, pale-olive face. He felt his cock stirring. Thanks to a wish he had made with Aaliyah, his cock always seemed ready to fuck. Christy shifted, rolling over, letting out the cutest sigh. He rubbed his cock against her ass, tempted to wake her up and see if she was up for another go. But he didn't have the heart to disturb her sleep. I wish there was some girl I could fuck, he thought, sighing, and tried to ignore his erection. *Done!* Aaliyah appeared in bed, her naked body pressing against his back. Her breasts were full, and her were nipples hard as they rubbed against him. She nuzzled against his neck and cheek, her breath was hot and her lips wet as they nibbled on his ear. “I'm ready for you, my love,” she purred. “Make sure Christy doesn't notice you,” Kyle …