CHAPTER FOUR (Prior chapters and more available on Amazon.com under the title, A CRACK ON THE BEACH. The next morning, even though it was a humid as Hades, there were s**ttered rain showers so Shy and I stayed up at the chalet. I did some internet business and Shy read. The events of the night before were left in the ethos, but I was curious as if they would progress any further, or that they were now concluded, that the physical contact between Cee and Shy had injected reality into fantasy and, therefore, sapped that fantasy’s energy, had removed the magic and the interest, the dream. Cee arrived mid-morning bearing two bottles of champagne and a shopping bag. I met her on the patio which was wet after the downpour we’d had an hour ago. When I saw the liquor, my curiousness was reawakened. What was she busily conjuring? The idea that I had become, through circumstance, a pawn in this game suited me well – shit, as they say, happens, and since our first disrobing of Shy three nights ago, Cee had taken control and, frankly, and I dare any man in my predicament to deny otherwise, I was like a pig in a sewer. “I bring gifts,” Cee announced. “So I see.” “Where is she?” “I think she’s just about to take a shower,” I told her, watching her face, waiting to see her reaction. “Perfect timing as always,” she smiled. “Did she mention last night?” “Yes. She said she liked it.” Cee grinned. “Good. Did you?” Now I grinned. “Of course I did. And you?” “I may hate you forever if you tell …
My First young Sexual Experience
This story is true and real, is about me. This story takes place when I was twe!☆e (11+1) years old. This is about my first sexual experience with mt friend Matt. I hope you enjoy My friend slept over one day and we were flipping through channels late at night, and we came up on some porn. We were both excited that we came across it. As we were watching it our cocks began to twitch. My friend Matt called my name and when I looked over at him he had his shorts to his ankles, and his hard cock was pointing straight at me. He was uncut and maybe had like a 4in cock with just a little fuzz patch of pubes. As we just stood there looking at each others cocks, he asked me if I wanted to touch it. I was so excited that I instantly began to Jack him off. He began to move his hips and his toes. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his hard prick ask the way to the back of my throat. His balls would hit my chin. I wiggled my tongue all around his meaty cock. After a minute of having his cock reach my throat I heard him moan a little louder then I felt something gooey hit the back of my mouth. It took me by surprise that I almost spat it out but I ended up swallowing every last drop 😉 even after he cummed in my mouth I still didn't take it out my mouth. He stood there in shock, he couldn't believe what just happened. He looked down at me, I still had his cock in my mouth. I asked him how it …
Lucy fucks the neighbours Part 1 of 2
A couple of years ago a young couple moved into the same street as me.They were in their late twenties and had a couple of young kids; one boy, one girl. I bumped into them on the day they were moving in and made coffee. They introduced themselves as Jane and Martin and we quickly became friends. Jane was a teacher who had given up work to devote her time to the two kids; Martin was something in computers for a big company. As Jane was usually around during the day and I was working evenings in a bar, we often spent time together chatting and playing with the kids. Jane is what I'd call a typical mother: her straight dark hair is cut in a bob, she wears fairly frumpy comfortable clothes and always has a pocket full of tissues. She does have a nice slim body with full hips (what my granny used to call 'child bearing hips') and good, shapely legs. She has a great sense of humour although her conversation is usually limited to bitching about people and talking about TV soap operas. Martin is fairly cool, although a little bit too sporty for my liking. He plays football, squash and cricket for various local amateur teams and works out at the gym a couple of times a week. He is tall, slim and, like Jane, has a great sense of humour, although he does tend to turn into an arsehole when he's drunk. I think I had known them for about eight months when, one rainy afternoon, the conversation between Jane and myself turned to sex. The subject came up because of a survey we took in a …
Johns Dream Girl (chapters 16 through 20)
* * * * * Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Author's Note: This novel deals with extremely taboo situations and events in a very graphic, no-holds-barred manner. It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from "incest" to "rape," and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual "cup of tea," then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned. * * * * * JOHN'S DREAM GIRL An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships by rat_race * * * * * CHAPTER 16 2014: The Mama Bear's Porridge * * * * * Alex Ridgeway is quickly approaching adulthood. He is now an incredibly-horny, 18-year-old boy with no socially-acceptable outlets for his super-strong, pent-up sexuality. He masturbates at least twice a day. But that still doesn't truly satiate his voracious sexual appetite. Alex feels an urgent need to share his sexuality with a girl. But right now, there is no girl that he knows who would let him have sexual intercourse with her. And even if there were, he would be risking everything to do it. So for now, he has temporarily accepted the fact that he must turn to masturbation to try to satisfy his …
Winning over my old best friend- Introduction
My name is James, I am five foot eleven and have blue eyes and blond hair. I am quite skinny with a little bit of muscle to me, and I am 17 years old and a high school student, I should also tell you that I am gay. There are very few people that know I am gay, it is just my best friends Alice and Hanna. I had many guy friends and in my opinion I don't think anyone would ever guess that I am gay, but when I am around Alice and Hanna, I am such a queen. My high school was a really nice place to be, there was no bullying (in general), it was just nice to be there. I say in general as there was this one kid who always assumes I was gay, Harry, unfortunately he was the guy I liked, and for good reason. When me and Harry were in kindergarten, we were completely inseparable and often stayed at each others houses all the time as we lived a stone throw away from each other , we just did everything together. But when it was time for high school my parents wanted me to go to private school, so we moved to the other side of town and we just drifted apart. After a few years I hated private school so much that my parents let go to the local high school where Harry went, hoping we would pick up from where we left off. We didn't. Harry was now six foot three, VERY muscular, with brown hair and eyes, and he had a nice nine inch dick. He had changed SO MUCH, and started to make me a big joke, that is when I met Hanna and Alice, we sat together in home room and just clicked. It was a year later …
First time taking the Belt
The knock at the hotel room door startles me out of my daydream, and I stand up quickly. I am unsure of how events are going to pan out, but am relieved that you have arrived, I had been fearful that you would back out, let your nerves overwhelm you. I open the door, seeing what you look like for the first time, and you blush deeply as I take my time appraising you. As the seconds tick by you lower your head to avoid my gaze, and I smile to myself, gone already is the confident woman I have chatted to online, gone is the woman who only ten minutes before had been in the office, the boss of all around her. Now you stand there meek and ashamed. Eventually I stand aside and instruct you to enter the room, go to the bathroom, strip, hang your clothes on the back of the door, put on the robe that is there and come back into the room. As I wait, I pour two glasses of water from a bottle in the fridge and listen to the slight sounds of you moving in the bathroom. After a few minutes, you have not reappeared, and I open the bathroom door slowly and find you sitting on the edge of the bath, in the robe, head down looking at the floor, your hands white where you are gripping the side of the bath so hard. I want to reassure you, to talk to you, but I know I need to take control and force you into the situation you crave, I cannot allow you to over think the situation, to frighten yourself out of it. If I do, you will never come this far again. Finger by finger, I loosen your grip on …
Do you want to see me for real?
My name is Dave; I am a 36 year old business man and single father. My wife died 12 years ago and I have devoted my life to raising my 16 year old daughter, Ashley. While on my way home, I was involved in a small traffic accident, nothing big, just a fender bender. After trading information with the other driver I talked with my insurance agent, who said that if I could e-mail some pictures of the damage, it would help expedite the claim. When I got home, I left the car in the drive way and went to Ashley’s room where I found the camera on her nightstand. After taking 8 pictures of the damage, I hooked the camera up to the computer to download the pictures. Instead of the 8 pictures I was expecting, the camera downloaded 33 pictures. Figuring Ashley just snapped a few pictures of her and her friends, I selected all the pictures and choose to view them in a slide show. The first picture was exactly what I expected, Ashley standing by her bed smiling with her hands behind her back. The second picture showed Ashley giving a slight pouty look. In the third picture, Ashley presented a overtly sexy pose sucking on her finger… this is when my cock began to take notice. The fourth picture Ashley had unbuttoned her blouse showing a lacy bra, my cock began to swell in anticipation. In the fifth picture, the blouse as well as the bra were off and Ashley was covering her breasts with her hands as a huge tease. My cock was getting huge. The sixth picture was the money shot for …
What Is Love?
Love is putting on your coat before going into the rain, It is a warm embrace after a long day. Love is feeling close and tender, When the darkness is drawing in. Love is a cold December, Fucking by an open fire. Love is having your arms wrapped round me, After a painful day. Love is knowing that despite my wrongs, You wouldn't be without me.
Mindfuckers and the fucked: choose your side
Rachel had a boyfriend back in her native land who'd call her everyday, but since women in foreign lands get lonelier or feel free to do as they really wished all along without prying eyes, she started seeing me. She'd feel guilty over it, but I'd reassure her that there were all types of love, hers for him was rather the platonic kind, as the one she had for me was carnal. "At one point, you may have been passionately involved with that cock-sucker, but you're no longer his, you're mine now" he told her. She liked hearing him speak that way to her, made a face like she wasn't pleased hearing it and getting smacked on the spot only to turn the other cheek, lay down on the floor and spread herself open. They had met under strange circumstances. He had placed an add on an adult website, she had answered him and almost instantly decided to run to his encounter. He did not disappoint. As soon as the door to Rachel's apartment was open, he stormed in and made it his place. She did the dishes, the cleaning, the bed, all the while he'd watch from a distance, approach her at times and just ravish her. Or let her be. Now she worried about the man she had left behind, a good man, who had given her everything, not a good-for-nothing man who took from her as much as he could and gave little back, if anything. Except she only succeeded in making herself miserable, because she continued to be by my side; she could have it my way or go and be this other man. She chose to be a little sweet …
thief of roses chapter -1
In a time before man rose to prominence, when magic flowed like water from every rock and plant, three great races vied for dominance. They built great cities, and places of learning. They harnessed the power innate in metal, wood, and gem; forging great weapons of beauty and power. They constructed great roads, enchanted with power to hold back the forest and field, and they built transportation platforms to make travel to different realms easier. They expanded their knowledge to include movement to other lands within their cosmos. In their arrogance they even challenged the Gods, and almost succeeded. The Gods ensured that little evidence remained of their achievements and knowledge. That however, was about to change. The forest of Thangdaemon was one of the oldest on Andor. Power and magic still flowed from tree, stone, and animal; an old power, radiating out from the center of the forest. The forest also marked the eastern edge of the inhabited lands of man. What was farther east was unknown in this age. It was rumored that strange beasts walked the land that could strip a man to the bone in mere moments. Other stories told of fell things that would eat the brain turning its victim into a walking zombie. What was truth and what was fiction was hard to tell. What was known for fact was that no one who ventured into the forest returned — ever! In a clearing, at the edge of that forest, by a section of the Old Kings' Highway, that connected the Duchy of Realto and the …
What happaned in Chicago
Allow me to tell a little story. It happened a few years back and has since been a dark secret between me and my mom — I guess you'll be on the secret too. I like to think it was caused by my grandfather's unexpected passing; but in actual fact, the root cause of it all can be traced way before his death, when I started puberty to be exact. I, like many young boys, was in love with my mother. Under the influence of my raging hormones, I jerked off countless times while thinking of plunging my penis into her vagina. I would steal her undergarments at every chance, naughty little devil that I was, and rub them on my dick until I came. The strange thing is, she knew about this naughty business, because she removed many of her cum stained garments from hiding places in my room. She never said or mentioned anything about it though, never gave a hint that she was disturbed or mad, or much less even cared. So I carried on with my adventures. More than once I tried to get a glimpse at the intimate areas of her skin. Looking back, I guess she was just your average mom. At the time of the 'incident' she was 43, tall at 5'7, about 135 pounds, 38C breasts, with brown eyes and black hair which she liked to keep at a length above her shoulders. Her tits, like most mothers her age, had begun to lose the fight against gravity, but they were still firm for the touch as I later found out. She carried an extra portion of her weight around her ass and thighs, and that gave her a curvy …
Gs Story
She walked along quickly beside him, thinking that the heels on these boots were ridiculous and constantly feeling like she should be pulling down her skirt. It wasn't THAT short, she supposed, her actual butt wasn't actually sticking out, but it sure felt like it was about to, especially without panties on (Rule #8 – No underwear, period.). How the heck was she going to sit down? Wait, was there a rule about that? Dammit, there were so many rules to remember that she was sure she'd mess up a hundred times before the night was over. And he had said something about punishment being severe and immediate. He had given her a chance to get out of it, even a chance to renegotiate the rules and punishments, but she had declined. This, strict and rigid discipline, was exactly what she wanted. More than that, it was exactly what she had needed for so very long. But was she really ready for it? He had shown her that she could be a perfect little slut in private, shown that to her beyond her wildest fantasies. And he had assured her that he wouldn't have offered to take her out in public in this role if he wasn't absolutely sure she could do it. Still, she wondered. Her head swam with all the new rules, and she felt like everyone, absolutely everyone, was looking at her. Yes, she was dressed kind of slutty (Rule #3 – Dress exactly as instructed.) but no more than some of the other women out tonight. She felt a little trashy compared to him in his jeans (that fit him Oh So Well ), white …
Filing Room 2A
Filing Room 2A was mine. No-one ever went in it, which was why I had chosen it. My colleagues all thought that its dusty filing cabinets were filled with reports and receipts from years past. Well, some were. The others I had commandeered to hold my personal items from home. The danger of someone discovering me or my toys, however unlikely, added to my buzz every time I stripped off and mounted the giant desk in there, a vibrator in hand. I hadn't had a proper boyfriend in a year now, and after my best friend moved in to save rent, I hadn't been able to properly take care of myself. Quick, cheap orgasms in bed, stifling cries and hiding my meagre collection of toys hadn't been working out for me, so I had had to expand into other places to get my release. I hadn't even known Filing Room 2A existed and I doubted any of my colleagues did either. Whenever I needed a break, I sneaked off to Filing Room 2A and masturbated myself until I was spent. As I got more comfortable there, I branched out into different toys and started hiding them there. Like I said, Filing Room 2A was mine. I checked my watch. 12:30. Finally. I stood, smoothed my short skirt over my pert, round butt and swayed from the room elegantly, teasing the men who watched open-mouthed. I checked no-one was watching as I turned the corners until I got to Filing Room 2A. My home away from home. My room-mate had had her boyfriend over all night and their cries had got me throbbing, dripping and jealous through the …
Leahs Demise (Dragon Vore) (Rubys Encounter sequel)
Forty years it had been. Forty years since the dragon Braxias had had his first taste of human meat in nearly a millennium. A sweet girl called Ruby, whose mind now rested inside his own. And in that time, Braxias had caused the downfall of the pathetic human civilization, which was already inches away from destroying itself. It was disorienting, to say the least, that a land that was only rumor the last time he'd had contact with a human was now the center of commerce in the entire world. But it didn't last. Braxias did not mean to bring the human race to the brink of extinction. But when the armies of the world were brought against him, he defended himself. Quite efficiently too, he thought. In this absence of global security, Braxias bred his very own army. Thanks to a genetic bridge created by Ruby, his sons were half-human, half-dragon, all identically tall, with cold blue eyes, black hair, and protected by scales beneath their soft, pale, hairless skin, their chests barren of nipples. The lord of humanity rested in a chamber in his new fortress, carved into what he understood to be a monument to four past leaders of this nation. The chamber was padded with pillows from top to bottom, warmly lit with candles. Two of his sons entered. Despite their identicality, he recognized each one. These two were from the north. "My lord," the one on the left said, "We found one." "What? One what?" the beast questioned eagerly. "See for yourself." Two more of his sons entered, …
I knew from then.
hi. I want to write about what happened after that they I knew I'm different from the other boys. Since that day I'm afraid to go in their house but I couldn't tell my f****y what's going on that's why I couldn't completely don't go there because my mom would find out something is wrong and I didn't want anyone else knows about me and them. One weekend my parents wanted to go to a party and I needed to stay at home I didn't know they are told Jacob( X,s b*****r) to come check if I needed anything. When I heard door bell and open door. I saw him standing and smiling I scared of him but he after coming in and staing for few minutes left. He didn't even touch me. I was relief . After that I didn't see him for few weeks and I found out he was in holiday. Then one day when I there as usual I saw him came out from his room and talk to me and I completely forgot about that day. After few minutes he sent x to shop and told me to go in his room. I didn't move then he told me another time and came very close to me put his hand in my underwear and repeated go to my room. While his hands was in my underwear moved it and touch my bottom I took his hands off and he didn't touch me until we got in his room. There he told me to seat on canapés and he sat next to me , start to take my clothes off then I remember I was bagging him to stop and let me go. He stopped and then start to talk . Talk about mans privet part and some sexy stuff. And remind me I need to do what he want to I become …
( C ) our baby sitters first orgy
Well the big day arrived, tonight was going to Shelia's first orgy, she spent the night before with us, fucking and having fun, more nervouse of course than normal, but still keen to play, we told her all going well, 6 or 7 couples, maybe more would be coming along, as we told them about her being there, that made her more nervouse. We all got ready during the day, each using the douche and having sneak plays with the toys to open our holes, although most times, I didn't do anal at the orgies, only the woman, but I wanted to be ready just in case. Chris and Sally turned up first, Shelia was wearing just a white mans shirt, nothing else, Chris nearly blew his load then and there, and also like me said she would be so full of cum by the end of the night, that she would leak for weeks. As more of the couples arrived, Shelia got more at ease, her shirt now open fully and her tits on full view, the new guys eyes popped seeing this young tall blonde naked before them knowing that they would all get to fuck her soon. Well as soon as the action started, much as I thought Shelia was rushed by the new guys, I told Chris we had better make up for them and fuck their wifes to keep the peace, Shelia was quickly impalled on a cock and her mouth filled with another, at the moment the guys didn't know she did anal. I could see a bit of jelouse in some of the womans eyes, as Shelia is 15 years or so younger than them and with a better body, and their husbands fucking her silly didn't help, …
Lingerie Salesman by loyalsock
Cindy looked in the mirror and after staring at her out sized form for several seconds, broke down in tears as her rolls of fat began shaking gently in time with her sobs!!! While she wasn't really tall, she packed a very hefty two hundred fifty five pounds on her large boned frame, and as she sobbed away, her huge breasts, that hung nearly to her waist jiggled back and forth as the tears rolled down her cheeks all the way down to her nipples!!! It had be so long since she'd had a man that she once joked to herself that she wondered what a cock even looked like or whether man had evolved into something else!!! Well, maybe it hadn't been long enough to have had evolution take over, but it had been at least three years since she'd even had a date, so as she had just turned thirty five, she was just reaching her sexual apex with no prospects for finding a partner in sight!!! She was just about to hop in the shower when the front doorbell rang, and after hesitating on whether to answer it or not, she finally threw on a robe and headed down the stairs to answer it!!! As the large door swung open she was greeted by a pleasant looking young man who must have been in his early twenties who fairly stammered, "A-are you the lady of the house!?!" "Yes, yes," she replied impatiently, "what is it, I'm really in a hurry!?!" She could sense immediately that he was very uncomfortable, and her demeanor softened somewhat as he stumbled on, "Well uh, you see, I represent the Acme Lingerie …
Beach Bitch 4
Beach Bitch 4 Please note this story is written in UK English not American English, so if you wish to criticise my spelling, please ensure you know what you’re talking about before hand. A few days went by since I’d been fucked by Roger and Jim at the same time. Roger had started sending me texts again, and Jim had sent quite a few begging me to let him fuck me. I had not been replying. Being ass fucked is one thing, but being repeatedly fucked for hours by two guys with huge cocks had left me sore and feeling very out of sorts in the ass. I had been very horny after it though. I had wanked solo dozens of times to my memories of that days events. This particular afternoon I had started to fantasise about being fucked again. I was picturing Rogers cock in my mouth and Jim’s cock in my ass. I was stroking my cock very hard. I was oozing lots of pre-cum and so my cock was nice and slippery for my hard pumping fist. I had just got to thinking about using a vibrator in my ass, something I rarely did, when my phone binged from a text. It was from Roger. A nice pic of his very hard cock in his hand oozing pre-cum. Bing,, next text read “I am so fucking horny for your ass, get over here and let me fuck you” I replied “And if I don’t let you?” Roger replied “I know you like it rough, I know you want to be forced to take my hard cock in your ass. Get over here and I’ll do the rest” I was stroking my cock even harder and faster now. My ass was pulsing. Maybe I was ready for another mind …
Daddys Baby Girl
All the way home from the office, I have thought about Rachel. Rachel is my baby girl. A waif of a young lady, she was seriously sick during her formative years. It stole her growth years, leaving her very petite for a girl of 18-years. She was always guessed to be 13 or 14, and had to prove her age on more than one occasion. Her attitude was always good. I loved her more than everything in the world. We had celebrated her 18th birthday a month ago. She and I had some heart to heart discussions regarding our relationship, finding we were very attracted to a more physical relationship, a sharing that only we could understand. I ached, longing to touch her, to feel her body, to please her, and be pleased by her. I wanted special things for my baby girl, a happy life, love, and more. We had played some in the past couple of weeks, learning, but today, we would do more. Today would be a new beginning in our lives, a new start for us. I hurried home. "Hey baby, Daddy is here," I yelled as I entered the house. I wait for you to round the corner, dropping to one knee. I'm closer to your height as you run to me, throw your arms around my neck to hug me close. I feel you press your young body against me. "God you feel good sweetie," I whisper as I pull you tight against me. I slide my hands up your legs, passing over the tops of your socks, behind the knee, upwards, your soft skin melts across my palms. My fingers dance up your thighs, sliding slowly, caressing to …
A Witchs Night Out
“The demons there are whirling, and the spirits swirl about. They sing their songs to Halloween. ‘Come join the fun,” they shout. But we do not want to go there, so we run with all our might And oh we will not go inside the haunted house tonight” -Jack Prelutsky, "The Haunted House" *** What happened in that town on Halloween night was not for children to see, and they were not allowed in the town limits after sundown. Young children trooped off to neighboring towns for trick or treating, and teens were sent to Halloween parties elsewhere in the county. The adults never talked about what went on while they were gone, and all the children knew was that it had something to do with the house on the hilltop, and that the tradition, whatever it was, went back to the town's founding. The house sat empty all the rest of the year, inhabited only by an evil-tongued caretaker who tended the grounds and composed ever more colorful and startling obscenities to shout at those children brave enough and curious enough to venture near, and owned by some nameless person too rich to live in it. That was what it meant to be rich, Carol-Anne's mother once explained to her: To have too many things to be able to use them all. It was a rite of passage among town children to try to sneak into the house on the hill any day other than Halloween (although the few who did found nothing at all interesting), but no child ever tried to sneak in on Halloween itself. No matter how willful or disobedient or …
My Brothers Big Cock
Walking in my house from a run, my tight pink sports bra was restricting to my C-cup boobs. My ass needed some fresh air also. Running my hands through my long blonde hair, my blue eyes twinkle. Stripping off my bra, I dump water over my head, feeling up my boobs and running my fingers down my ass. Suddenly, a male clears his throat. Turning, firm tits and all, I see my brother Derek. "Dere!" I squeal, running to him. With his tan skin, athletic body, dark hair, and green eyes, who wouldn't love him? Derek was my older brother who I shared everything with. "Alexa!" He smirks. "Love the outfit." He shifts. Blushing, he checks me out, my firm C breasts boldly hanging out, nipples hardening. His gaze shifts down to my short tight fitting jog shorts. "Let me get something on,'' I speak, covering my tits. "No no. Wouldn't dream of it.'' He shifts again, and I see a big bulge in his jeans. He leans in to hug me, obviously feeling my hardened nipples through his shirt. He licks his lips. "So why are you here?" I ask, letting my hands fall. "Just here to see my beautiful sister." He has a hard time not staring. "You can stare, Derek." His eyes immediately fall to my boobs. I shake slightly and he moans. I freeze. He does too. "Um. Well. This is kind of awkward." He manages out. I nod, blushing furiously. "Well, since your naked, only fair I should be too." He pulls his gray shirt over his head. "Derek." He smirks at me. His abs are defined and totally gorgeous. "Might as well." His …
Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 3)
*note* the dom/sub tag is more of a "???dom/sub???" tag… Cherry the Cheerleader is written for LuckyMann and is dedicated to him. Chapter 3 “Where is she?! Where is my daughter?!” Cherry’s mother began interrogating me. I remained calm and said, “She is where she is supposed to be: she is at school.” Wishing to avoid creating a scene for the neighbors to gossip about, I motioned to the other doors close by and invited the clearly angry and worried woman inside to talk. I had a few questions of my own for her (like how she knew where to find my apartment, for one). She looked at the other apartment doors and understood what I was saying and agreed to come inside. I turned to unlock my door and she couldn’t help but comment about the fresh injury from the day before. “What the hell happened to you?” she asked without a hint of care to her tone. It took a second for the question to register and make sense to me, but once it did, I just said, “Come in and I’ll tell you about it.” Cherry’s mom entered and I closed the door before offering her something to drink. She turned it down flatly without even saying ‘thanks’ for the offer. Without skipping a beat, she continued giving me the third degree; a flood of questions pouring from her without waiting for answers from me. I was sizing her up subconsciously. She asked, “What are you doing with my daughter? How did you even meet her? Where did she sleep in here? Did you sleep with her? Don’t you think you are too old for her? How …
Sex Studio Secrets #6: Wendy-4
Wendy wants to know how to work well as a hot pro with her fancies and fetishes for foot-fucks Wendy wants to get wet from smelly feet as well as from the smell of panties worn for many days Wendy wants advise of Professor Peter, her confessor and consultant in matters of life and love Wendy wants to know his interesting ideas how she might reach her goal to live from her fancies Wendy sits at his lap as she listens to his opinion, the possibilities he sees for implementation Wendy agrees that in the end she wants to be independent, but at the start she will need some help Wendy blushes at his praise: "It's your idea dear, so you should make sure you will be your own boss Wendy, in the beginning you will need an agreement with your boss and sex partner for foot fetish!" Rommy lives above her specialized shoe-shop for females with only long leather boots and high heels Rommy looks lovely herself with her long legs, usually wearing over-the-knee boots when she works Rommy never wears any underwear under her short sexy dresses, only some shiny silky pretty panties Rommy knows only wealthy women can afford to buy something sexy from her exquisite erotic offers! Professor Peter whispers his ideas in Wendy's ear: "Listen carefully, my dirty dear cute beauty: Poet Peter will help you in your nice nasty negotiations with your lover-boss for your interest Please project your pretty plans towards your future independence: to live from your fetishes! Proper preparation should start …
Between Aphrodisia And Anathema
BETWEEN APHRODISIA AND ANATHEMA "Well that was… certainly different." "Different? That's all you can say?" "What else would call it then?" "…Weird?" "That's worse than different." "Yeah, you got a point there." Neither one of them knew what to say at that point. There was plenty that needed to be said but both were so confused and a bit frightened by the night's events that they couldn't even begin to think of what to say. Looking at one another for a moment, the shorter haired one of the two finally broke the staring contest and pushed the sheets off her nude body as she sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. "Leaving already?" "I really think I should get back to my room." "So I'm a one night stand? I'm hurt Melanie." "Sam, drop it," Melanie snapped, reaching for her shirt which had been thrown onto the desk located on the other side of the room. Pulling on her shirt, she glanced over at her twin who was watching her intently and it did nothing to quell the butterflies still fluttering in her stomach. "Must you watch me?" "We just had sex and you're embarrassed over me watching you dress?" "Don't remind me." "I was that horrible? I'm shocked. Most girls tell me I'm great in bed." "Well I'm not one of them," Melanie huffed, glaring at the most boisterous of the pair as she pulled on her skirt. "Really? You could've fooled me from the way you were crying out my name-" "Will you drop it?" Melanie hissed, clamping her hand down over Sam's mouth to silence her …
Jack and Jessie Ch. 2
Amy let herself into the house. She and Jessie had been friends since grade school, and knocking had fallen by the wayside. “Jess! Saw you were home alone, and came to hang out!” Amy was puzzled, there was part of a pizza on the coffee table, bottle of wine, and moaning coming from the back of the house. “OMG! She brought a boy over, and got her cherry popped!” Amy thought giddily. “I gotta sneak a peak, and see who it is.” So she quietly made her way down the hallway to Jessie’s room, and cracked the door. What she saw was more of a shock than she would have ever expected. A giant Dane had her Jess bent over the bed, and was fucking the shit out of her. At the lips of her soggy cunt was a knot the size of a tennis ball, and despite Amy’s shock and outright disgust, she decided she would not run out on her friend. What if Jessie had been changing and this horny beast had decided to rape her? She wouldn’t survive if she knew I stormed off in disgust, Amy rationalized. Watching the scene play out in front of her, Amy noticed that her clitty was beginning to pulse, and moisture beginning to spread through her panties… “I’m getting turned on? But, how? This is so wrong…” And then she saw Jack’s knot push into her friend’s pussy, heard her scream in pleasure, and at that, Amy knew she WANTED this massive beast to do this, and her own arousal was cemented. She wasn’t leaving this house until she found her own satisfaction. Watching Jessie buck against the dog, her short blond …