I was in college when i met her. when i went to college, it wasn't the happiest of times for me. i thought it'd be a time of making friends and parties as well as broadening my mind, which it was for a while, but joy had become sadness and even though i had 50 roommates i was lonely. my grandfather had died a month before i left, my f****y and friends were away and hardly called let alone visited me. so i had known about "CL" but never thought id find an actual person and if i did it'd probably be an old horny man or a crack whore or something. so i put out my ad anyway and about 1hr later, i got a response. she told me her name was virginia. she said she lived 1 mile away, was clean and she was……… fucking wild in bed. i told her i was into oral, doggy, cowgirl, 69 even anal. she wrote me back saying she would like to meet me for a drink. i went to meet her at this bar down the road at 9pm. waited and finally met her and she was gorgeous. she was about 5'4, red short hair like a pixie, glasses with green eyes and a bust that wouldn't quit. well maybe the size of g****fruits. she seemed uninterested in me though at first until we started to talk. we talked of work, music, memories and so much more. and after 3 drinks, i leaned in for a kiss n felt her tongue still cold from her cocktail and she'd asked shall we go? man i was ready. i drove us back to my room trying to focus, not because i was drinkin, but because she wouldnt stop rubbing my cock. my eyes rollin back …
Days, Weeks and Months
I sit in the darkness alone and lonely I don’t miss you like I should I’ve known what was coming That someone new was in your life For days, weeks and months It was obvious that you had Someone else to love and warm your bed The hugs were absent The kisses dwindled The sex had completely ceased You no longer touched me softly Or held me in your arms tightly You worked later and sometimes You didn’t come over at all I knew that you were with her The darkness overwhelms me It surrounds me, grabs me It permeates my being and my heart I knew what was coming For days, weeks and months I see headlights through my window shades As the front door opens I run into The arms of my lover He has been my light and life For days, weeks and months And YOU never saw it coming!
Dear You
Dear You, As I lay here in bed writing these words tonight, while my boyfriend sleeps next to me, I'm thinking I'll give this letter to our mutual acquaintance to hand off to you when she next sees you. I don't know her very well, and it's assuming quite a bit of trust that she won't read it. It's funny how little I know about you, given what we shared at Kristen's party. I have to admit that I've become obsessed with you. I've gone through her Facebook friend list countless times, thinking I must have missed your profile. I'm sure I'd recognize your photograph, yet I don't see it there. This, writing to you secretly at midnight, is the best way I can be close to you right now. I haven't worn that red dress since the party, yet every time I see it hanging in my closet I can feel your touch on my skin. Some nights I'm lucky to dream of snippets from the evening, but never the whole night together. Just moments. Before that night, I'd never met anyone like you. I'd never felt as I did when you stood near me. I didn't know your name, had never set eyes on you before, yet you filled me with a sense of equal amounts of danger and excitement. You gave me chills, even as my arm was interlinked with my boyfriends. I love him dearly, I can't imagine life without him, although I seem to only imagine you lately. The things you did to me, and the things you instructed me to do to you. Kevin hasn't mentioned a thing. At first, that night, driving home afterward, I was so petrified he …
A Year to Remember, Chapter Three
A Year to Remember, Chapter Three This story is part of a series, and if you have not read the previous two chapters, it might help your undertsanding of the plot to read them first, before this one. It will make a lot more sense if you do. March I lay awake, worrying! My mum told me last night that we are going to have lunch with Patrick, Emma and Simon tomorrow. You know, the 'tousled head' that suddenly interrupted my emotional roller-coaster ride last month. My limp dick twitches at the memory of that mop of unruly, reddish hair. I can feel it now, between my fingers, as I run my hand through it, I remember pulling his face towards mine… Anyway, that was then and I was in a state, a horrible, snivelling state! I just wanted to feel safe, feel warm and feel loved. I didn't mind his arm round my shoulder. I wanted him to hold and squeeze my hand in his, pale, perfect hand. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to notice my erection. Lost in my memories, I flip over onto my front and feel the stiffening of my dick against the mattress. Fuck it! Why am I getting horny, thinking about him? All he did was kiss me back…and then do a runner. I kissed him, I kissed him! My dick shrivels back to its default setting…pathetic. God how I wish it was bigger. It almost disappears into the crazy thicket of wiry, dark brown pubes. Yep, loads of pubes, tiny dick. Just what every teenage boy wants. Not! What if he thinks I'm gay? What if he told his parents? What if? What if? My head is …
Telling D@ddy No
I looked at him and said 'D@ddy, I've been missing so long, I know i need a spanking. You need to order me to my room and make me put on my absolute favorite panties. Then you need to lift up my skirt and rip them off while i pout. You should f***e those panties in my mouth and bend me over your knee. Then I want you to spank me so hard you can hear me whimper. Once my ass is totally red you need to lift me up a little bit more so you can slap my clit until you feel it all swollen and ready for a good fucking. He knew how bad I wanted to cum like a bad glrl, He started spanking my ass again and then he ordered me to unbutton my blouse and he told me to squeeze my nipples. I grinded my clit against his knee getting it all wet. Then he stood up and whipped out his cock with me bent over the chair with my ass up in the air. He teased me rubbing that thick cock up and down my clit knowing how bad I wanted it. Finally, he stuck it in my pussy and pump me a few times making me want to take the panties out of my mouth and beg for it. But, I don't ever want to make d@ddy mad. His dick was soak n wet from my drenched pussy. I felt him press the tip against my tight little asshole. He spread my ass cheeks so far apart so he would have a good look at his cock about to slam into me. I knew it was going to hurt so bad, but I wanted it. I held myself up on one elbow because, I couldn't stop rubbing my juicy clit really hard. Suddenly, he rammed his cock in my asshole. He went balls deep …
In Plain Sight: An Escorts Story – Part 2
I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way. First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a prostitute. Well, maybe not a full blown prostitute; we could say entry level. We had come to an agreement where I would give him blowjobs for money. That was it. I think some would say that was plenty but we hadn’t done anything else. Since our arrangement started a little over two weeks ago, my boss had “purchased” my services no fewer than ten times. I think that number would have been higher if my foster parents would have allowed me to work the closing shift all fourteen days. Instead they felt that “a young lady shouldn’t be out late every night”. Had they known what I was doing the ten nights that I worked, I’m not sure they would have thought of me as a lady. Living with my foster parents wasn’t much of a bargain. They were only doing it for the money and now that I was eighteen and officially out of the foster program, they weren’t receiving money to take care …
Drunken Aunt
When I was younger. My aunt was a frequent visitor to our house. Remembering to have the biggest crush on her, with my want of sex in my teen years being a big factor. I spent countless nights in my room masturbating to the thought of her. She complimented me from time to time, and sometimes it rendered inappropriate. A few times around the small pool we had out back. Having one of those store bought pools set up on a concrete area, made climbing out of the pool and getting in less of a task. Given many people usually set up on soil. Now I don't possess one of those monster cocks. It's just a blessing that I was given a penis that's positioned on my body to stand out more. It gave me problems wearing comfortable clothes, which I only wore into the pool. When I got out of the pool once, my dick stood out from my basketball shorts. My aunt caught glimpse, and stated she would like a ball park with extra mayo. I laughed of course, but I made sure I beat my little me recreating those moments. In my thoughts, I would have her say what she had. To which I made my way over and grabbed my dick out and repeat the last of her lines in questoon. Her body had no turn off either. She kept her figure from pilates and working out. Which gave me picture opportunities when her and Mom would choose to do any at home. Being seventeen now. I always found time to join her when she asked for a partner. We started the afternoon with a run. She usually went alone around the same time my mom would …
Street Lights – 8
[[The beginning is for Ms. Joan. May she rest in peace.]] It's been about three weeks since that party and everything is normal now. It's Monday and I'm sitting here at the front desk early in my tightest khakis, blue polo shirt that has a gray polo logo, and classic chucks. I wanted to look nice today. My hair is even pressed to hell and back. The attendance clerk, Ms. Joan took her seat across from me at her desk and logged in. Ms. Joan is the coolest lady I've even met in my life. She's an older mexican lady. Have you seen the Mrs. Butterworth's syrup bottle? She looks EXACTLY like it, but a mexican version. Her attitude is “one size BETTER fit all”. That should say a lot about her. She was always like a second mom to me. I remember when I first came to register, she picked me out of the crowd and we talked about anything and everything, school related or not. She made me feel welcome at Century High. In fact, she even requested that I be her exclusive aide for 1st period. God I'd like to be like her when I grow up. “Mi hijo, you look nice today! What's the occasion,” Ms. Joan asks me, peering at me over her bifocals. “The school board is going to be here all week, remember? We have to impress,” I smile at Ms. Joan. She blushes and looks at her screen. A few moments later her face brightens up. “Oh mi dios, me acuerdo [Oh my God, I remember]! Let me button my shirt all the way up,” she says to me. She begins to button her blue silk blouse. On Mondays we wear the same …
This is why 2 cocks ar better than one
My story begins after the pictures end. If only I had a camera man to keep shooting… I began by tying him up spread eagle to the bed. Just for fun I deiced that I would tie him down unable to stop me from taking my pleasure from him. Before I tied him down I put the pump on his cock to keep him big for me, teasing him. This way he would still be big & hard while I was switching back and forth between his two cocks. Poor thing had no idea how long he would be tied down and teased hard. I secured his feet and hands to the bed. So once he was fully restrained, I started by riding is face. Slowly at first to get him used to me on him then harder and harder. When I started to give in to my pleasure getting so wet and cumming on his face cock while he was pinned beneath my ass. I rocked back and forth getting creamy pussy juice all over his face cock and hood. I could hear his low moans when I started moving my hips in small circles up and down on his face cock. Every once in a while pumping the pump once or twice to get him ready for my wet pussy. Watching his cock get bigger and bigger with out me being able to lay my lips on it was sweet torture & fun to tease myself with. I kept sliding on his face cock until I could no longer hold back then I came all over him again. Then I slowly rose above him to grind it back down hard into my pussy one more time before I freed his huge aching cock from the pump prison. Making sure I jumped on him when he was still quivering from the …
Reluctant Flight
Friday morning I woke up in a hotel room in Kathmandu Nepal, Nataila asked me to fly to Nepal to bring her friend Shristi to the United States for a visit. Shristi is a beautiful 26 year old woman, was a contestant in Miss Arab Pageant 2014. She is 5' 8", slender curvy body, long black hair, single, and an aspiring model. I woke up, had coffee, showered, and got dressed for the flight. I gave myself a quick once over in the full length mirror, frowning slightly. Boarded my private jet and waited for Shristi to arrive. When the plane took off, Shristi shut her eyes gripping the armrests tightly. I took the opportunity to stare at her chest, somewhat emphasized in her cotton zip up hoodie with all the deep breathing she is doing in an attempt to calm her nerves. It is zipped to the perfect height – just enough to give hints of her tantalizing cleavage without showing off too much. I wanted to put my hand down the front of her top and find out if her skin is as soft as it looks. I wonder what her nipples look like. The plane leveled out, as Shristi took another deep breath before she opens her eyes. The pilot announced anticipating a rocky flight, and advised us to remain seated and secured. " Oh God," Shristi whispers. She saw me watching her and felt the need to explain. She said " I get nervous with planes, long flights bother me." I thought to myself. That this my in. A bit later, there is another announcement; the flight attendant is letting us know that the WiFi is now …
NEVER A TEACHER
…I’m Jason. I was only half listing to my girlfriend Trina talk about her big crush on the schools male drama teacher, Mr. Miller. I was more interested in feeling her nice tits as I had my hand under her T-shirt and feeling them. I was getting her hot and the hotter she got, the more she talked about her big crush. I decided to mess with her. …..“Have you ever thought about what his cock feels like?…what it would be like if he made a move on you?…kissing you and feeling you up?” She giggled all embarrassed and said: “Well…I guess I have…. a little. “ I said: “You CAN’T fuck a teacher! You can fantasize all you want, so dream on Trina.” She giggled and we began laying down on her bed. After getting her pants down, we started in fucking. I said: “Just imagine I’m Mr. Miller and I’m madly in love with you and have to have sex with you…” She closed her eyes and moaned softly…. “Ok…take me Mr. Miller…I know how bad you want me…fuck me now..” ….. She had a big climax as we peaked our fucking. Later I said: “You naughty girl, you were fantasizing that I was Mr. Miller and he was having hot sex with you, you can’t fuck a teacher!” We both laughed, but I kept laughing for a long time because she knew nothing about what was happening to me…..at this very point in time. (Trina thought…) We’ll see about that ‘Can’t fuck a teacher’ stuff. Next year I’ll be out of high school and he won’t be a teacher to me anymore. No rules say he can’t have sex with an ‘ex’ student. Right now nobody …
None Other Love
There is no other love, my love, that could to you compare, Such is your beauty beyond price, so delicate and rare. For you are of women nonpareil, your looks so sweet and fair That I would gladly give my all, and worldly wealth forswear To gaze once more upon your face, and stroke your silken hair. I have travelled far and wide, crossed many a storm tossed sea, And sojourned long in foreign lands, yet never once did see A lady with such princely grace as I have found in thee. And yet most wonderful and strange, oh could it really be Of all men that you have known, you should give your love to me. Were I to live a thousand years, ten thousand women meet, I swear that I would never find a lady half so sweet, And when you smile upon my love, with happiness replete. I humbly fall upon my knees, and kiss your dainty feet, Contented just to be with you, my simple life complete. Yet all too often, oh my love, I feel a pain that sears And tears the fabric of my joy, assailed with dreadful fears, Such happiness just cannot last, that all will end in tears. But then you softly whisper words, sweet music to my ears, That parted we shall never be, across eternal years. And then you kiss me tenderly, and by this gentle sign Deep in my soul I know this truth, that you are truly mine. Not human spite nor demons fell, what e're their fell design Can ever come between us now, and golden light doth shine Upon our union, which is touched with blessed grace divine.
Trucker Chapter 5: Her Friend Gina
Gina held her sobbing friend close. She had taken a shower and returned to the living room of Jessie’s home to find her host in tears. Wearing only bath towels, her hair wrapped in one and the other doing its best to cover her body, Gina cradled Jessie close to her. Mark, her husband, had dropped the bomb that he was not going to be home. That in itself was not the problem. The problem was that today was their seventh wedding anniversary. Mark had told Jessie of his plight and was extremely apologetic. In his mind, he did not have a choice. That did not lessen the disappointment to his wife. Plans that Jessie had made were being scrapped. She called to ensure the tux rental could be returned at no charged. However, when she called the restaurant to cancel dinner reservations, Jessie’s eyes welled up and her emotions broke through. She hung up on the person that answered and cried. “Jess… it is going to be alright honey,” Gina whispered to Jessie, “things happen.” “I know.” Jessie sniffed trying to quell her sobbing. “It’s just that I had these wonderful plans all set and he promised that he would be here! That he would be home. That he would be with me.” Jessie went on, confessing to Gina, that she felt so selfish because Mark was out busting his butt working hard. She also shared that early in their marriage, he had promised her that she would not become a typical trucker’s wife and spend days upon days alone. Mark had vigilantly kept his promise until lately. It seemed that …
Daddy watched my Sex Video in the Cloud
I stood atop the cistern, aware it might crack, and aimed my S4 camera on the ensuing action in the next cubical, giggling as Julie was all noise and bodily contortions, the guy who was fucking her, was looking and giving me the thumbs up. As I watched I could feel my own cunt crave some of that big cock, strange really, back in the pub there was ample cock to go around, and I would have no problem attracting offers, but here in the 'Ladies', one guy was fucking one and enticing another. Julie screamed and shook me out of my thought processes, and before I could react, she was out of her cubical and into mine in a flash, catching me atop the cistern with my ass bared and fingers wet. 'You fucking cunt Mariel', she screamed, and she pulled me down unceremoniously, my denims now down at my calves and my knickers with them. Her lover wasted no time in holding me as she pulled my pants over my ankles, 'Fuck her', she screamed at him, and a moment later I was face down on the toilet floor, with him finishing his fuck inside me and Julie filming it on my camera. That's the life of d***ken teenage girls, wild and impulsive, and we both went home with our privates violated by the same cock. I climbed into bed with a tingle in my cunt, my body was reminding me of having used it and the pleasure it gives, but there is always a problem with that, especially if you are a good looking sexy bitch, the guys cum inside you quickly, and your usually left with having to take another, or two, …
April Fools Submission – Part Three
I downed the rest of my wine, feeling dizzy with a mixture of alcohol and pleasure, and mindlessly followed Chantelle (as if I had a choice), out of the bar. Once in a cab, again in the middle of the two beautiful older women, they both began kissing me. While Chantelle kissed me on the lips, a kiss so much gentler than any man's, Laura splattered my neck with kisses. The double passion made my pussy leak. Hands roamed on my legs, under my dress, but never touched my fevered pussy, only driving me madder with insatiable desire. Once the taxi stopped, Chantelle ordered, "Come on, my pet." The term 'my pet' should have offended me, yet in the current situation it was just the natural evolution of how the night had transpired. "Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, being led out of the taxi. Three minutes later, we were in an elevator and as soon as the door was closed, Laura dropped to her knees, moved under my dress and pulled my thong down and off. My pussy again leaked, some juice trickling out of me, as her hot breath hit my pussy. Unfortunately, once I lifted my legs to allow her to get the thong off completely, she stood back up and handed them to Chantelle. Chantelle smiled, "Now, my pet, come and get mine." "H-h-here?" I questioned. "Now, my pet," she ordered, firmly. Excited and petrified, I dropped to my knees and put my hand under her skirt. It was awkward to do with one hand, but I succeeded in getting them off. Thankfully, like me, she was wearing thigh highs making it easier …
CURIOSITY
It was the summer I turned 18. My Uncle Tim decided to come out to the family and announced that he was leaving my Aunt because he was gay and he didn't want to hide his sexuality any longer. We were always a very close family, and lived just two blocks away from each other. Growing up, I did not have a father figure in my life, so I spent most of my weekends at my Uncles house, hanging out doing guy stuff. We were all shocked, no one ever suspected that he had been keeping this huge secret from all of us. Most of our family members turned their backs on him, and talked about how he humilated the family. I couldn't do that to him, I loved him as a father. I continued to visit just as always, but noticed a change in him right away. He seemed more comfortable and social in his new lifestyle. Every time I would go over to his house, he would have his boyfriend over and they were openly homosexual. They would kiss and touch each other like there was nothing wrong or dirty about their actions. It became normal for me to see two men together and I accepted his boyfriend into our family just as I would if he would have had a woman come into his life. One Friday night my uncle was working late and his boyfriend, Erick and I were hanging out waiting for him to come home. Somehow we started talking about porn and what kind of movies we liked the best. As a young 18 year old man, I was all about big tits and asses and loved watching women get a faceful of hot cum. Erick argued that if …
Secret Affairs: with my friends son (part-2)
I left Rachel’s house without answering the questions that, Adam had in his mind. It was still raining, but not very much. After I reached my house, I went straight to my bedroom. I took off my wet clothes, and got into the bed totally naked. I covered myself with a blanket. The window in my room was left opened, but I didn’t want to get out of my warm bed to close it. I could hear the sound of rain, and I was thinking about what I had just done with my best friend’s son. My mind was telling me that what I did was not right, but I also couldn’t resist the pleasure and happiness I got. Well, no matter what happened between us, I had decided not to do it again. Adam is a young guy, and like any other young guy, he also should just have a girlfriend of his age. For next couple of weeks I tried to avoid going to Rachel’s house, as much as I could. Once Adam called me with his personal cell phone, but I didn’t pick his call. Later I found out that, it was Rachel who asked Adam to call me, as their home phone wasn’t working. Maybe I was over reacting, but after what happened between me and Adam, his behavior towards me changed a little. Now, he wasn't feeling nervous while talking to me, sometimes I felt that he touched me intentionally. I tried to act like nothing happened between us, but his hands intentionally touching my breast, my ass, and him shamelessly staring at my cleavage was not helping me to forget things. One day, Rachel invited me to have dinner with her. While …
Not Your Average Massage
It was Mikes fiftieth birthday and his family had thrown him a huge outdoor BBQ party to celebrate. There was his wife, Claire, to whom he’d been married for twenty-six years and the love of his life. His daughters: Dana, who was twenty-five, Erin, who was twenty-three, and Samantha, who came unexpected a little later in life and was seventeen. There was also his grandson, Charlie, (Dana’s son) who had been born only six months earlier. Mike loved being a grandpa and he saw Charlie as the son he had so desperately wanted. Life was good and Mike was a picture perfect family man. There had to be close to a hundred people that showed up. Brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews. Close friends, co-workers, neighbours whom they had known for years, and his family had even been able to find and invite a few long lost friends that Mike had lost touch with over the years (Facebook can be a good thing once in a while). This is the category that Andy fell into and Mike was amazed that Claire had even invited him. Andy was one of those guys that was a total adrenaline junkie and lived for the day. When they were teenagers and early twenties it was always Andy who orchestrated the trips, bar nights, drinking binges, and most any kind of trouble you could imagine. He was the best kind of friend a young single man could have. He was the worst kind of friend for a married man. Not surprisingly, they grew apart apart when Claire came into the picture. The final straw was the night that Andy …
For a friend
They burst through the bedroom door, all tongue and hands over each other, losing clothes as they walked. "Fucking hell, pet." The woman moaned. The man groaned softly, sucking on the woman's neck until he was pushed onto the bed. She ran her hands along his arms until she had his wrists in her hands, pinning his arms above his head, feeling his throbbing cock press against her through thin fabric. "Such a nice cock, Nate." She whispered into his ear, and leaned over, grabbing two pairs of cuffs putting each of Nate's wrists to a bed post. "It's only for you, Mistress." He moans in reply, and she grinds against him. She quickly pulls away his boxers, revealing his thick cock. She stroked him a few times, licking her lips. She got off the bed for a moment, dropping the last of her clothing off, onto the floor then moving quickly out of sight of Nate, walking back with a fuzzy tail sticking from her behind. She earned a loud moan from her slave, and she crawled up between his legs, sucking on the head of his cock and letting her tongue swirl around him. She released him and crawled up further, sinking down onto his cock, her tits right in front of Nate's face. She started bouncing on his nice, thick cock, using her Sex Mage powers to make him lose the ability to cum, her tail caressing his thighs as she bounced. She sucked on his skin, listening to the delicious moans being ripped from him, and she started approaching orgasm, running her nails along Nate's body, cumming on his …
Summer Job Pt 1
I'd taken a job as a handyman at a caravan site in Wales. Nothing too grand but it suited me fine. Few doors mended, sinks unblocked , the usual that holidaymakers seem to create when they stay over. I'd moved up on my own and was loving the care free life. A few beers in the club bar, the odd trip into the local town for a drink and a walk, but mainly just enjoying doing very little and having time to myself. The first few months had gone by okay, nothing too special to write home about. That , thankfully was about to change. I'd gone a few days without anything too troublesome to do when my radio went off saying I was needed at one of the vans. I walked down to the office and , as usual was greeted by the smiling face of Clare, the receptionist, shop worker, barmaid.. Pretty much she did everything, but being the site owners wife I guess that's one of the hassles. ' Van 30 has a problem with its oven 'she said . 'No problem' I replied though actually I was a bit annoyed, this would be the 2nd time in 2 weeks is been to the same problem, Holidaymakers blamed first time but I guessed it was just that the whole thing needed replacing. 'Anyone in it at the mo?' 'There's a couple who've hired it but not sure if there in ' said Clare as she passed the master keys . 'Right, see you when I'm done' and with that I trekked off to no. 30. When I got there I could see a car outside , Great I thought to myself, I'm gonna have help, or worse still ill be observed, this was the only …
THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK – GRAND CANYON2
I'm a man with a little dick. But that doesn't stop women from fucking me – even women who say they want men with big dicks. They fuck me because I give them what they need, not what they say the want. In "Adventures of Little Dick" I'll share with you some of needs of the women I've met and how I fulfilled them. THE GRAND CANYON Taking My Shot Her name is Lisa. She was someone I'd been running into off and on for at least five years – long enough to know she had been divorced for two and had three kids. She was definitely commanding my attention as he filled her plate at a table set aside for appetizers. She was wearing a simple blue sundress that was having more than just a simple affect on me. That dress looked as light as air as it caressed her thighs and every now and then dipped into the pucker of ass. Lisa is a beautiful woman, but this is the first time I noticed her body. She was forty pounds overweight but my dick was telling me it was in all the right places. I had to take a shot. "Hi, Lisa," I said as I approached her. I felt she knew me well enough for me to invade her space. I never hit on woman I don't know at least casually. Rejecting a stranger is easy; to me, that's too huge an obstacle overcome to be worth the effort. "Hi, Cyrano." "I was wondering if you could do me a favor." I chose my words carefully. She couldn't think I was asking her out on a date. Women have a list of qualities they want in men they date. I wouldn't get two deep on anyone's list. …
Adventures of Miracle Steve 3
The rest of Steve’s week was spent studying, since he now had too much time on his hands, he studied. Of course that wasn’t all he did, the yacht naturally had a well equipped gym and Steve had a daily jog on the treadmill and he even started weight training with Kevin. Kevin used to be a defensive linebacker and to keep in shape he hit the gym…hard. Steve felt rather miniature when he worked out with Kevin, the guy easily lifted one hundred and fifty pounds on his bench presses and from there he added more weights, of course Steve only managed fifty pounds, but it was a start for now. Burk&Bailey have drawn up the documents, which were sent to Jaimie, it was signed and a total amount of $36,890,000 was dispensed between various organizations. This actually impressed Donald, he mentioned that he paid upwards of sixty million for Lucy’s services, this surprised Steve, but then again, like Donald have stated numerous times, money was no problem. Tuesday morning rolled in and sunrise found Steve strapped into the helicopter dressed in a smart dark grey suit, cream shirt and striped tie. He watched as the ocean rolled by underneath them, the shadows shortening as the sun rose up higher. The trip took longer this time as they have sailed further during the week, they landed with about an hour to spare for Steve’s appointment with Sam, as Steve was about to get out, the pilot informed him that he will be there when he returned with Jamie. Steve got a cab and arrived at Sam&Steve, …
Horny Pregnant Mom
Monica was 8 months pregnant. Her husband Greg was an over-the-road truck driver and was usually gone 6 days a week. Monica’s hormones were in overdrive. She was so horny, and she really needed to get laid. So, the day she watched her son Jeff as he climbed out of the shower didn’t help her much. It was an accident. She had been doing the laundry and was taking a load of clean towels to the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom, her son Jeff had just climbed out of the shower. She tried not to look, but her eyes caught a glimpse of his large semi erect cock as he was drying his hair. Her swollen pregnant pussy tingled as she watched her son’s large cock bounce as he dried his hair with a towel. Monica couldn’t take her eyes off of his magnificent cock. Jeff noticed his mother looking at his young naked body. It made him uncomfortable at first, but the look of wild lust in his pregnant mother’s eyes, soon turned him on. His cock began to grow as he looked at his horny pregnant mother. She gasped as she watched his large cock become even larger. “My God, he is huge!” she thought to herself. Her pregnant pussy was now dripping as she stared at his erect 9 inch cock. Monica knew she should leave the bathroom and forget all about the lustful thoughts in her head, but her horny pussy now controlled her mind. Jeff walked towards his mother, he was stroking his large cock. “Do you like what you see, Mommie?” he asked her. “Oh, yes Jeff you are quite a man now, aren’t you?” she …
Mum and Her Nakedness
From as far back as I can remember my Mum never had a problem walking around the house naked, especially in the mornings or right before bed, but occasionally she would spend the day with just a pair of panties on or just a bra. She also wore a particular t-shirt that used to drive me wild with naughty thoughts. It was quite an old white t-shirt, she customised it by cutting away the neckline and cutting off the sleeves, she used to wear it to bed. To this day I have no idea why she did that but whenever she wore it her boobs would bounce around underneath the soft cloth, she cut a V neck into it which was far too low and the length of it barely covered her belly button. On the days she wore this t-shirt I remember always paying her more attention than normal! When she took her baths she never closed the door, as I got older I would always walk in and sit on the stool next to the bath and chat to her, she lay there with her large boobs sagging either side of her chest, her dark brown nipples (she was indian) always looked hard and her pussy mound was always kept short and stubbly but never bare and smooth. To this day it is how I prefer a pussy to look like. I was often asked to soap her back and would always use it as an opportunity to touch her all over, I always joked that when I had finished her back it was time to do her front, and every single time she would move her arms out of the way to allow me to do it. I think the last time I had my hands all over her naked body I …
The Caller 1
Alright, so… hi there, I'm Jocelyn. I'm from Colorado and in my mid-40s, divorced and my kids are both in college, so I'm pretty much by myself. On the other hand, I run a quite successful real estate business which keeps me busy enough. What little free time I have I like to spend with my friends from church. So, in other words, I might have a rather normal american life. As far as sex goes… well, there isn't really that much to talk about. I don't go out much and don't necessarily need a man in my life. I guess when I have to sum it up, then I'd say that sex isn't all that important to me. At least, that's what I had said if you'd have asked me a couple of weeks ago. In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. It's my most important business tool, and so I don't spend much thought about when or where to answer it – it's a natural reflex. So when one day, I was out early to prepare a house for a potentially interested couple, I got a call from an undisclosed number, I wasn't very surprised by it; it happens all the time. "Hi," said a female voice on the other end of the line. "So, where were we?" "Hi," I replied, pausing for a moment to think who it might be that called. Did I forget an appointment? Was there a conversation that got interrupted? Before I could say anything else, the voice continued: "Ah right. You were going to tell me how wet you are." I was speechless. My first impulse should've been to hang up, but at that moment I was so confused and taken …