Kelly sat on the bed checking for stubbles as she lifted each leg up and bent it back running her hand along the bottom of each thigh. They felt as smooth as silk. Kelly remained sitting on the edge of the bed while gazing down at her bald pussy. She looked over at the dress she had carefully laid out on the bed remembering the explicit instructions that she was given on how she should dress and things she shouldn't bother wearing. Kelly stood up brushing her long auburn hair back over her shoulders as she picked up the dress and carefully squeezed it over her head and down past her shoulders. She stepped closer to the mirror and tried to tug the thin red fishnet material so it would cover her ass. She twisted her body looking at her profile as she stood on her toes. Kelly leaned closer into the mirror adjusting the material to cover and form around her breasts. The material pushed her breasts together forming a superb cleavage. She poked a finger at her heart shaped pendent that hung down between her breasts. Her hard nipples were pointing through the fishnet material and she could see that her belly button was clearly visible through the almost transparent dress as well. She took a step backward and saw that her pussy mound was visible as well. A loud band of a door could be heard throughout the suite causing Heather to gasp then held her hand to her heart. Someone in the next room had slammed the door shut and she felt relieved for the moment. She still had twenty …
A Few Wild Months 1
This summer my husband Gary and I were really pushing the limits of our "open" swinging relationship but I was very keen to balance things a bit and ensure my husband got his fair share of fun too. He was very happy and turned on when I told him what I had been up to meeting my old friend Kim for a "girly" night in bed together and together we'd had fun with a guy we met at a hotel. Also we loved having fun with Jason, a friend of ours on the swinging scene. It has always been our favourite that when I go with a single guy that he should be younger, fit and black and Jason certainly ticked all those boxes. But this weekend was to be different with our friends Kim and Stuart who had invited us over to their house for the evening for some fun. Kim is from Australia and they had gone back to her hometown for some months sorting out f****y affairs after her Mum had died. We'd missed them terribly while they were gone as they were good friends socially and for swinging. Kim has a very confident and uninhibited manner and we had enjoyed some very kinky fun with them over the years as a foursome and at swingers clubs, Kim and I having some girly fun alone and Gary had once enjoyed a very kinky afternoon with her. On Saturday morning my mobile rang, "Hi gorgeous, how are you? We are looking forward to tonight." She said. "Me too, I am looking forward to seeing you again." "Well we had a little party planned tonight. Stuarts friend Jim is coming …
A Night of Discovery
It was an unseasonable storm. It had built out over the ocean and blown in across San Francisco. It came suddenly, not on little cat's feet, but on a roaring, chrome Harley. It swept up from the Sunset district, over Golden Gate Park and crashed into the hills bordering the bay. In early November, the temperatures were still hot, and after a long, dry summer the torrential rain was welcome. It was refreshing and cleansing. The wind had died early in the afternoon, and the evening was composed of soft, rain-filtered light, and the pleasant sounds of the now-tamed storm. The sweaty, summer-sated city luxuriated in the cool, revitalizing rainfall. The Parson family house was situated on the back of Nob Hill. It was a small but well appointed, three bedroom, Victorian building. It had been lovingly maintained and it provided a comfortable, pleasant home for the family. The Parsons had inherited it from their parents. Over one hundred years ago, the original owners had sat huddled in the basement during the great earthquake and fire of 1906. The subsequent owners had all carefully cared for the house. It was an edifice to traditional San Francisco gingerbread exteriors, and natural, walnut, post and paneling interiors. The living room was the nicest room in the house, and most family activities took place there. A large, wall-sized, window had been built into the bay side of the room. It provided an unbroken panorama of hills and open water. There was no more pleasant way to …
i have seen my sister in law completely naked!
I had been drooling over my sister in law for years, and a few years back she came to stay with us for a while. I knew this might finally be my chance to see her naked. So, I checked online and found my answer, a camera that was disguised as an alarm clock! I found a place that sold them and, of course, I immediately went out and bought one. I placed it in the bathroom she would be using, I figured really good lighting in there, close up shots, and of course she would have to go in there to shower! One morning, right after I had the camera set up, she called down asking where we kept the towels, and I knew the moment of truth was coming up! I made sure everything was set up perfect, and set the recorder going ( yes I was recording this all!) and I almost had a heart attack when the door closed and about five or so minutes later I heard the water running for the shower. I was Positive something would go wrong. That had to be the longest thirty minutes in my entire life waiting for her to finish up! She came out, and I headed for the recording as fast as my feet would carry me. So she walks in the bathroom wearing sweats and a t shirt, her nipples poking thru due to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, and almost immediately pulled down her sweats and panties. Oh my god! I was suddenly looking at my sweet sister in laws pussy! I could not believe this was actually happening! I was actually shaking with excitement. But this was only the beginning! Without wasting any time, …
Lia and Alex Part 1: Closer than friends.
Just like most Friday nights, I sat home alone while my father was out playing poker and my mother was working the night shifts at the hospital. My older brother was around but him and I rarely hung out together. I was upstairs in my room watching movies and eating take-out when my best friend, Lia, sent me an alarming amount of texts. She said she needed me to pick her up and get her out of the house for the night. I asked why and she said she would explain in person. My heart pounding with fear for my best friend, I grabbed my keys and drove the short drive over to her house. As I pulled into her driveway I saw her petite figure in her bedroom window looking out for me, and 15 seconds later I saw her short, sexy figure approach my car. She opened the door and I tried my best not to stare at her beauty. Usually she was very cute but tonight she was insanely sexy. She was a sophomore, a year younger than me, and at 15 she had an amazing body. C-cup boobs with a tight, firm ass, silky black hair, with gorgeous green eyes. She was a looker. I had met her in the 8th grade when she moved, and slowly fell in love with her. Her and I were supposed to be together, but after she met a boy at a party while I was in vacation, my jealousy got the best of me and I told her that she should go with him. Anyway, wrapped in a dark blue flannel, she crouched down into my car with her make up running down her face. "Lia whats wrong. Did Mitch hurt you?" I asked, my voice trembling with rage …
Spending a week with my cousin
I was staying at my Auntie's house for the week because my parents are going on a holiday. My Auntie has a daughter who is 16 years old and i think she is the most beautiful girl she has an amazing body as well her breast are also very big. I get to their house about 5 am, Auntie is just about to leave for work " Hey Wendy i said " " Hey i'm pretty late for work just make yourself at home until i get home and clara is still sleeping when she wakes up just ask her if you need anything, she said " " Okay Thank You " she doesn't have a husband since they are divorce, so it was only me and my cousin and she's still sleeping. My parents dropped me off and they quickly left for their flight. It's summer break right now so she doesn't have school, sleeps in all day and all her friends are on a family holiday so she doesn't go anywhere all day, since she was still asleep and i was still pretty tired so i decided to sleep until she wakes up, i didn't know where my room was so i just slept on the couch. It's 1:30 pm, my sleep was interrupted by my cousin sitting over my lap, she was bouncing up and down. " Hey Cuz, wake up she said (while bouncing up and down on top of my dick) " " Haha Alright i'm up i said " by that time she stopped bouncing and was just still on my lap, my dick was throbbing hard it raised up and pushed up a little against her pussy, she moaned a little and started laughing. " ooohh that felt nice. she said " i gave a her a huge smile. " Do you want breakfast, i'm …
The Best First Grind of my life with a black woman
My friends and I decided to go to Vegas a couple months ago. One night two of my friends wanted to a club, now I wasn't to sold on the idea, being that I'm not the greatest dancer. And to be honest I don't really like the music that the club would be playing (trance music and rave type of music). But I didn't want to be that one person who ruins the plans. So I said yeah ok let's go. We end up getting to the night club and we got in with ease, we scoped out the place and our surroundings for a couple of minutes, then one of my friends said lets go on the dance floor and dance with some women. I thought yeah sure lets do it, the two of my friends and myself squeezed the the crowd and found our way to the middle of the dance floor. It was dark and cramped. There were strobe lights of different color all over the place, the only consistent light that made it possible to see was a very dark dim blur light. My friends and I started to dance with a group of younger Asian women. It was pretty fun and everything but we didn't get to close. They didn't want to get to close to anyone. They seemed like they just wanted to dance with some guys (no physical contact). It was fine but when I looked around I saw everyone grinding on each other very seductively. Given that we had been drinking the whole day while walking the strip and enjoying ourselves I was pretty d***k. I thought it would be great to go and grind with some bad freaky women. I decided to walk away from the young Asian …
Nice Work, If You Can Get It
Peter Nichols had only one passion. He loved photography. He had gotten bitten by the photography bug all the way back in junior high when, on his 13th birthday, his grandmother bought him his first camera. From that time forward, you rarely saw Peter without his trusty camera close by. He would take pictures of just about anything. He loved scenic pictures, he loved sports and action shots, and he loved historical subjects. But his greatest love was taking pictures of people. He loved interacting with his subjects and asking them questions. He found it added a fascinating aspect to his pictures to know why they were there and what they were doing when he took their picture. It was no surprise to anyone who knew Peter that when he got older, he would choose photography as a career path. It was a natural fit. Peter took whatever classes in junior and high school that he could make fit into his goal of becoming a professional photographer. He was the photographer for the high school newspaper, and he even helped as an assistant for the school pictures and school yearbook. Anything having to do with photography, and you would find Peter right in the middle of it. But photography, like any of the arts, is a tough thing to make a profession out of. Peter was a good photographer, there was no doubt about that. But he was not a great photographer. And in a field that if you aren't the best you are nothing, he was just another struggling picture-taker. He had managed, thanks to his …
My horny neighbors daughter (part two)
"Honey, this isn't what it looks like." Mrs. West stuttered but even I, in the same position as her, found that as a feeble excuse. "Mom, you're trying to fuck Jackson! And didn't think to even check if I was around!" Julie was pissed off, but she was justified in being so. But when I looked at her I was shocked by her, she went to the bathroom to clean up but she must have came out in a hurry. She wasn't wearing her shirt, letting her chest be free to see. "Honey, please. I wasn't going to have sex with Jackson." She stood up and pulled her shirt up to hide her breasts. I sat there, not wanting to move or talk. "So you were just teasing him with your tits?" Julie yelled at her own mother. Mrs. West's face turned red then looked at me then her daughter, "No, I mean yes, honey you need to understand but I didn't want to fuck him." I was kinda hurt by her saying that. "I just wanted to try something new." "What?" "Honey, your father is starting to get… boring." Mrs. West hesitated to say that, biting his bottom lip and tucking one of her arms under her breast to hold the other arm at the elbow. "Julie, your father just isn't exciting anymore." "So you thought fucking Jackson would help?" Julie's anger seemed to lower hearing her mother talk, "And what do you mean by 'not exciting'?" I decided to sit up, but I did so they wouldn't notice. "Chris lost his spark in bed, all he does is go …
My first Gay experience
My First Gay Experience True story, as far as I can remember anyway. We was down the Dog and Duck, Big Norman, Harley Charlie, that's the bloke with the 50cc Honda Moped and me and a few other lads drinking Stella and Strongbow like while we waited for a Lib Dem meeting in the back room to finish so we could meet up with Al and play pool. Their meeting dragged on like Lib Dem meetings always do, you know if we don't agree we does arm wresting or first double top or tosses a coin, but they just talk, 'Seek a consensus,' which is a serious waste of drinking time, anyway when Al turned up we could hardly stand up let alone see straight so he had half a bottle of cheap Vodka to catch up and we had the rest of the bottle mixed with with Ginger Ale and Britvic Orange, wow, after twelve pints or so that tasted so smooth that pretty soon we was floating about a foot above the ground. I remember Ifor Jones and Gary Segwyn joining us and then Desmond Plannette and Lionel Platt was there asking Al about Affordable Housing as he was about the only Lib Dem councillor as actually knew anyone what lived in a Council house. There must have been something wrong with the van because we got a lift home with Desmond in his BMW and stopped at his place for a black coffee to sober up. It all went fuzzy then, I remember saying, "Christ I need a kip," and Desmond said something about a spare room. I don't remember going upstairs or getting me kit off but I must have and there was these wonderful …
Cruel, Carnal Convent
There she sat, grey-haired and stern looking like always, in the middle of the long cherry-wood table on the dais, her lips barely able to contain that self-assured smile that annoyed me so much. Behind her hung the usual silly and perversely expensive depictions of tiny angels worshipping the Lord. Left and right of her, her fellow senior sisters in their black habits waited submissively for her signal to start the meal, now that the prayer was over, and I had to struggle to contain my giggles. “Are you crazy?” Sister Stella elbowed me in the ribs, outraged at what I had done. “What?” I asked, swallowing and crossing my arms. “She’s all talk. I don’t know how often she’s threatened to have me over her knees or whipped in front of the assembly. She’s never done it. She’ll never do it. So what’s the worst she can do? Order me to pray? Oh, silly me, I’m already doing that all day long.” Stella pouted and turned away, whispering something about eternal damnation, and all the other novice sisters tried to avoid looking at me too. It had to be any second now. “Holy Mother Mary!” The expected high-pitched scream of outrage was music to my ears. All heads swiveled to the head table. I took my time, knowing what I would see. My giggles finally escaped when I saw the deeply affronted face of Sister Angela as she held the penis-shaped potato, complete with balls, out in front of her. Gasps and muted shrieks filled the air. It was hilarious. It had taken me almost an hour to carve a …
Anally Taken
On my way to my home office, I passed the bedroom when I heard her voice…. "Oh Sir. I'm so hot, I want you between my legs." I stopped in my tracks. Then stopped at the door which was cracked open. Assured that she couldn't see me, I stood there and watched my sub playing. Bea lay on her back, her legs spread. I could hear her moans combined with the hum of the vibrator she held tightly against her clit. "Mmmm yes, eat my pussy Master, Sir. hold me down until you're done" For a good five minutes, I watched my submissive in her play. Then, turning over onto her knees, Reaching back, she inserted the vibrator into her ass. "Fuck my ass, Sir! I need it good and hard!" Oh fuck. It was just too much. Standing right there at the door of her room, my pants opened. I took my cock in hand and started stroking as I watched this hot little sub pleasuring herself with her toy. Bea had not asked my permission to play tonight and I could have went in and disturbed her. I wanted to take her right then. But no. I just stood and watched, waiting for the right moment. "Oh Sir," I heard her moan as she pulled the vibrator out of her ass and shoved it deep into her pussy. "Mmm Sir, please fuck me! Master, fuck me so hard! Pile drive my pussy, Sir! I want your cock so bad. Do anything you want to me, Sir." Ah shit! I just couldn't take it. Quickly I shed my clothes and went into her. Getting on the bed behind her, I took the vibrator from her and tossed aside. Bea looked back to me with an …
Her Sexy Little Panties
Mitchell stood at the door of his bedroom watching his fiancé get ready for the party. She was slowly putting on her high heels and as she bent over her black dress was riding up her thighs. She was wearing this sexy little black dress with spaghetti straps. Kacie always looked great in anything, but tonight she looked amazing! Her jet-black hair was flowing and the dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She was wearing a strapless black satin bra and matching satin spaghetti sting bikini panties. Mitchell had watched her slid her tiny little panties on after she had showered, and it took all his willpower not to grab her and fuck her right there in the bedroom. Kacie stood up and smiled at Mitchell. Mitchell was practically drooling and as she glanced at his crotch she could see the outline of his cock against his dress pants. She had known Mitchell almost all her life and when they started dating after high school both sets of parents were happy that they finally realized they were meant for each other. "Ready to go baby?" Mitchell grinned as Kacie walked over, planting a light kiss on his nose before sliding past him to walk towards the door. Mitchell eyed her cute round butt and followed her out to the car. "So what’s this party for anyway?" "It's a party to celebrate Robert’s new partnership in the law firm. It's a big deal for him the guys, everyone’s fiancé and girlfriends who are supposed to tag along." Mitchell smiled as he patted her left hand, the …
Why dont boys like me?
Let me start off by saying, I'm a loser. I'm really smart and shy. When I get into awkward social situations, I hold my breathe until I pass out. I don't have many friends, they all come and go as they please, except for one. Anyways, I'm not the best looking either. I'm short have long brunette hair and an average body. I think I look the best I can but I don't really know. My best friend is Oliver. He's like the all around athlete, so you can imagine he has a nice body. I think he's really attractive, but he doesn't get enough credit for his looks. Before high school he was fat and really gross. Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't left either. Oliver is like the best lacrosse player at my school. Like we're polar opposites, I can't play sports to save a life. I'd rather bury my face in a book or play video games than go to a football game or whatever. Sometimes I get dragged out by Oliver, but it's ok, because my crush is the running back for the football team. His name is Nathan. He is like, so perfect, he's 6 feet tall and really muscular. Sometimes in gym class he takes off his shirt because he gets "hot". I mean I'm not complaining but I have fantasies about that boy. Anyways, one night Oliver came over. "Hey Britt! Ready to go to the game?" He always had a positive tone to his voice. I always liked that about him. "Yeah, just let me finish this chapter." "One chapter leads to two chapters and so on. I don't want to miss the game. Come on" he walked over to me and …
Jeanette chapter 5
I couldn't believe Cynthia wanted to stay over and more unbelievable was her mom actually let her. We were still wearing my mom's night gowns with nothing else. Her in the black lace that was partially see-through and very short and me in the red silk that hung a little too low over my breasts. "Let's watch a movie," Cynthia suggested. "Sure," I said. I rolled over grabbed the remote and turned on my tv. We flipped through channels but every time I stopped she would say "nah," or "seen it too many times." "You want to pick one from our collection?" I asked. My parents had collected so many movies over the years they just added a new category when I was born. "Yeah," she said excited. She climbed out of bed and stood waiting by the door. I took my time, taking a second to admire her round breasts in that thin gown. I noticed as I climbed out of bed she was watching me too. Hmm? I lead her down the hall to the theater. "Oh my god! There are so many," she said standing I front of the book cases filled with movies. She scanned the first section then went to the next. "What's this about?" She asked pulling one out. "Nah, never mind" she said putting it back. She stayed in that section. I knew it well, it was the drama movies. Many were rated R that's why my parents put them on the top three shelves. Back then I couldn't reach it. Cynthia was looking at the movies higher up now. She reached for one on the second from the top then left it for one above that. Her gown rising up even …
A little fun with Ashley
Ding, Dong "Ashley, come in sweetie.” “Mr. Rhodes, I left my sweater and my history book in Tommy’s room. May I come in and get them?" “Of course sweetie. Go up to his room and then come sit and catch up with me.” Ashely came in to the house and walked upstairs to my son’s room. She's been dating him for the last year. They're both getting ready to graduate in the spring. She's just the cutest young girl. Ashley is eighteen years old like my son. She has a body to die for. I really get a little excited looking at her. I have had a few drinks and she’s looking really hot. She has on a pink camisole with no bra and a denim miniskirt with slouch socks and white sneakers. I know I shouldn’t even be looking at her, but she has some rack on her. I think she must be like a 38D and a size four in her skirt. She has long legs and is a tall girl. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. I don’t know if my son and Ashley are intimate, but when she comes downstairs, I’m going to have a little fun with her. “Thank you, Mr. Rhodes. I was able to find them. Is Tommy home?” “No sweetie. Tommy went over to his friend Nick's house for the weekend. My wife and I figured we'd have a little romantic weekend, while Tommy is away. She's food shopping right now." Ashley walked over to the couch and sat down. Once she sat down, I think she realized that her miniskirt was a bit short. She kept trying to pull it down. She looked like an absolute angel. Her breasts looked so inviting in her camisole shirt. …
Ms Milk at the Business Convention
Her master led her to the hotel room after a ride from the airport. It was an overnight flight and the lobby milled with early morning checkouts. He led her up to his room where he had checked in the night before. He drew the curtains closed and latched the door, then bound her hands together with a cloth in a figure eight pattern. He then tied them to a strap at the headboard and proceeded to remove her shoes and with more cloth he lashed her ankles to the bed's corner wheels. He blindfolded her next and then gagged her with a hollow gag with a breathing hole allowing her gasps but not words. He turned out the lights and left the room and locked the door behind him putting the do not disturb sign out on the outside knob. Downstairs he waited as a convention group set up a check in for their business partners. He walked over behind the table to a woman handing out name badges and pointed to one and said he had a message for that man when he arrived and handed her his card and sat down across from the table. After a half hour a man stepped up and the woman pointed to him sitting in the lobby as she gave him his credentials. He stood up as the man came over and explained that he was here for hospitality services and they should come upstairs to his room and discuss the afternoon program before the lunch introductory session. As they went up the elevator he explained privately that he had a special treat waiting. The man smiled knowingly, they knew he enjoyed some comforts …
Julie masturbates
Julie sat on her bed and thought about the day she had just had. A day in Oxford with her mother, Patricia and her new boyfriend, Rob, eating, drinking, shopping and punting. Despite being the first time she had met Alan the day was fun. Conversation seemed to flow naturally and he had a good sense of humour. Despite being in his mid-30’s he had a good body and was attractive. 'Seems like mum and I have a similar taste in men,' she thought to herself. Julie had been in a state of arousal for most of the day, imagining Alan and her mother together. Imagining herself and Alan together! During the punt she had noticed a definite bulge in his shorts a couple of times, so he had obviously enjoyed the view of her mum and herself sat side by side, in the punt with their dresses pulled up to the top of their thighs, so they got some sun to their legs. 'I bet he could see our knickers from where he was,' she thought which got her juices flowing again. Julie knew she needed to masturbate, to get rid of the sexual tension that had built up inside her during the day. She also knew that it needed to be a quality masturbation session, rather that a quick fumble inside her pants. Julie stripped off and headed for the shower. As she walked along the landing naked, she could her laughter coming from the living room down stairs and knew that her mum and Alan were enjoying their alone time. Julie entered the bathroom, turned on the shower and waited for the water to get to the right …
Seduction of a third
This is a true story. I'll tell it in a few episodes. It still sparks our sex talk. My wife and I worked at a large technical company. The company was full of young eccentric people. It was the risqué 70s. Sex was all around. You liked dressing provocatively. You, as was the fashion, had many revealing clothes. One summer there was a game people played at work. A single guy would take a married woman on a lunch date. You went with an attractive man and had a great time. I asked you a lot of questions and you told me about him. This led to some semi innocent bed talk. While we were having sex I'd whisper in your ear "would you like to fuck him?" As repayment for the lunch we invited him to dinner at our place. You wore a white gauze top that was completely see through. As the evening progressed I told him about my photography hobby. I showed him some sexy pictures I had taken of you. The best was of you in a long blue strapless nightgown and your nipples were jutting out. Needless to say he was fascinated. I told him the pictures were part of a project where I would capture you at your physical peak. So I asked him would he like to help with the project. He said yes. Over the next few weeks we took lots of sexy pictures of you. We did this at our place and as time went on a real sexual tension developed. I would still whisper to you "do you want to fuck him". This always led to wild passionate sex. This was the beginning of our seduction of him. During that time we all …
Island Fever 4: Paradise – Chapter 07
[[[-IF4-P7.TXT-]]] —————- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: [email protected] M/F, F/F and a whole lot more —————- Chapter 07: "Idyllic" ——————————————- -*- Monday, June 1, 2015 -*- Foamy seawater burst in small explosions around my bare feet as I strode through the surf. A breeze swept through my hair and cooled my otherwise sunburned face. My eyes were glued to the ground, where sea and sand met. There was nothing here, I said inwardly. Just busted-up pieces of mussel shells. Then, I saw something – a blue and white seashell glowing in the sand just a few feet away. It was perfectly formed, with shallow ridges all around. That would be a fine addition to my ever-growing collection! But when a small wave tumbled in, the shell disappeared from sight. Undaunted, I lunged through the water and bent down at the spot where the shell was. Miraculously still there, I began to close my fingers around it. "Watch out!" came a voice from behind me. But it was too late. A runaway surfboard banged hard into my shin and knocked me completely off balance. I fell down in the water and lost my grip on the seashell, which gently floated out to sea and then vanished beneath the surface. Good luck finding it now, right? "I'm sorry, Jeremy!" came that same, concerned voice. I ignored the slender, feminine hand that soon offered to help me to my feet. Upset at the sudden pain in my lower leg, I sprung up myself and snapped at Kristanna, "Why …
Little Angels first Lollipop (Revised)
Little Angel’s Lollipop Party. “Can I have some sweets please?” she asked sweetly, a pint size vision of beauty with her golden hair in ringlets and her pearly white smile and those big blue eyes. “They are bad for your teeth,” I explained. “I’ll suck your lollipop,” she promised. “You promised that last Saturday,” I reminded her. ”But you didn‘t get me the white dress and the red shoes,” she complained. “Lollipop first,” I insisted. “Why must I?” she asked, “My friend Lola doesn’t have to suck lollipops to get nice things.” “Maybe she only has an ordinary daddy and doesn’t have a special daddy like me,” I explained. “Mommy said I have to be nice to you because we live in your house,” she added, “But it’s our house not yours.” “Mommy can’t always pay the rent, that’s when she send you over to be nice to me.” I explained. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “What is rent?” “Why don’t you put the petty nurses uniform on and we can play doctors and nurses?” “No,” she said, “I want to play outside.”. “Don’t you want a ‘Daddy’s special cuddle?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “It hurts.” “Will you put the nurses uniform on if I ask very nicely?” I asked. “Must I?” she asked. “Yes, if you want some sweets,” I offered. “I want sweets and I want a new dress and some new shoes,” she said. “And if I promise to get you a new dress and sweets and new shoes?” I asked. “I don’t trust your promises,” she said angelically, cutting me to the quick. “But Angel,” I said, “That’s mean.” “I want the things first,” …
It just happened
Well it finally happened, and not at all like I ever imagined or fantasized it would happen. What, you ask am I talking about diary? Until yesterday, I had never cheated on my husband of 21 years. For that matter, he is the only man I have ever had sex with in my life, since I was 16 and a virgin when we first met. That all ended yesterday and I still can't believe it. Oh sure I've had the usual fantasies where I meet a handsome stranger while my husband and k**s are out of town. He takes me out on the town and romances me then takes me back to his luxury hotel suite and makes love to me all night long. Well he was a stranger and very handsome but that's where the similarities end. In fact it gets pretty sick and perverted but you, dear diary, have heard it all before. I should at least give you some background. I am a 41-year- old woman, married with two k**s who live an upper middle class life in a town that I won't mention. I don't have the body of a 21 year old but I haven't let myself go either. I am 5'3" natural blonde and I weigh 135lbs. I don't know about best but my most noticeable feature is my chest. I wear a 36 DD and fill out every inch of it. And yes, they are real. Anyway diary, this all started when my husband and I took my oldest son to college. He is a freshman this year at a state university. While none of us had ever met his roommate David, my son Andy had talked to him on the phone several times. He referred to him as nice but kind of quiet. When we hit …
Megan and Mitchell
Author’s note: This is a non-linear story. It jumps to and from the past and present. I separated the time jumps with a series of asterisks. I hope that helps some. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Megan and Mitchell Chapter 1 Jordan’s toes curled once again, her legs propped on Mitchell’s shoulder, his tongue swirling around inside her pussy. She gripped the sheets of his bed on the sunny Sunday morning having been awakened by Mitchell’s probing tongue. Mitchell guided a hand up her stomach, coming to a rest on one of her large breasts, squeezing it gently while his mouth worked below. His phone on his bedside table vibrated a third time in the last five minutes. “Mitch, stop, please?” the 27 year old blonde asked her friend. Mitchell sighed, sitting up, glancing to the phone, “I should’ve turned it off. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. But maybe check it to be sure it’s not an emergency?” Jordan asked. Mitchell reached for his phone, his eyes widening, seeing it was his stepdad calling. Perhaps it was an emergency. He answered the phone, getting off the bed, leaving the room, glancing back at a nude Jordan. Jordan stretched in the sunlight, waiting for Mitchell to return, casually playing with her long blonde locks. Several minutes passed before he returned to his bedroom. It looked as though he had just seen a ghost, his face flushed of color, his eyes blinking rapidly. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Jordan asked, concerned about her friend with benefits, Mitchell. Mitchell slowly …
Disclosures: Selfie Involvement – Ch 3
“I’m not seeing it,” Dolly said looking tired and irritable that I was bombarding her with work concepts at 6:15 at night. “How is this different than any other video on hundreds of other sites?” “It’s not what’s on video yet. Only part of it. Listen to yourself directing the action with Pierson and the two MILFs.” I played the part back where Dolly had said, “Lick it off each other.” “Suppose one of our members wanted them to kiss each other.” “They just did that in my office. The three of us kissed at the same time, too,” she said looking as if she was about to walk away. “No, we’d give our viewers the opportunity to say what the performers do. It’d be live and they could have a say in the direction. They could tell Pierson to push Thelma off his cock and ram in into Allison or have the two women wrestle to see who gets fucked first.” Dolly shook her head. “Even if we had the technology available to us, how would we determine who’d be giving out the commands? Hopefully, there’d be hundreds or thousands of viewers. They can’t all be shouting out directions. You need to think this out more. We can talk in the morning.” She hugged me, but left the office. Admittedly, I hadn’t worked out the details yet. I also knew we’d have to hire an IT person to set it up. We needed one anyway. We were running at capacity with our current setup. If we were going to continue to grow, The Slut Wife Foundation website needed more capacity and content. I reached home and calmed Eric. He never …
Assassins Chapter 2
Assassins Chapter 2 We left Haven June 6 heading to Jasper where I grew up. Trevor drove my Charger, Mike drove his Dodge Ram and Sarah and I drove my Ferrari. I was doing about 70mph when Trevor and Mike flew past me trying to out race one another. “Watch this babe” I hit the berm of the road and flew past them at about 120 and kept going. We pulled into a rest area about ten miles up and waited for them. Trevor pulled in about 5 minutes later and his dad about ten minutes after him. “What kept you Mike?” I asked. “Fuckin cop nailed me about 4 miles back for going 60 miles over the speed limit. Of course Trevor spotted him and started shifting down without ever touching the break and I flew past him only to get a ticket.” I about died laughing from his story. “How much longer anyways?” Mike asked me. “Well if stay on the highway doing the lousy speed limit about 4 hours, however if we take the back roads about 2 and a half hours because cops stay off the back roads and we can fly. So which way do you think we should go?” I said. So we got back in the cars and took off for Jasper on the back roads. When we were about 15 minutes out I slowed down and pulled into the cemetery and drove up to where Jake was buried. His mom and dad were there which I wasn’t expecting so Sarah and her family waited for me. “Hi Tyler, Lisa, how are you?” I asked kind of startling them. “Danny? Is that really you son?” Tyler asked me. I nodded and leaned down to put a bouquet of roses on Jakes …