Back in the late nineties and early noughties, as you may have figured from my other stories, I was a student at the University of Surrey. I went to Uni as a mature student and was in fact 27 when I started in 1998. Anyway, as you will imagine, it was a bit like picking fruit in an orchard as far as hooking impressionable young girls was concerned. Given their new found freedom and since they're all away from home for the first time, I felt it was my duty to help them gain as much confidence and experience as possible in the bedroom department. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago! Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for. One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether. Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't at all what you'd look for in a girlfriend or as wife material, but she just had something about her that made me want to fuck her brains out. She was, I think, 23 when we started at uni and she had a size 12 arse, with size 10 top half, made up of a thin waist, flat tummy, small perky tits (so small she didn't wear a bra a lot of the time, just a little vest top) and a great naughty smile. She had lovely smooth skin with a great complexion and …
Ladyboy Memories
I must admit that I went kinda far with "artistic license" on a few of my personal stories. i really was a skinny, pretty lil ladyboy whore when I was, um1…young3 My little titties looked very big on my skinny little body too. It's my fondest memory. I was beautiful. Yes, I did a lot of prostitution too. My step f-ther made it possible by using estrogen cream on me because he wanted a fuck toy. He was a sick, selfish fuck. He taught me to suck dick, he trained my ass pussy and I continued training my ass and using the estrogen on my own. I did a few neighbor men and they gave me money and gifts like weed, liquor, jewlry. The neighborhood boys didn't have much to offer except for weed and cool knives and stuff but I would do them free sometimes. Everyone kept it secret because they weren't "faggots" but they kept coming back for more of me. 😉 Yes there was a club where they'd let me in to service the old pervs who wanted a cute little titty boy. They got most of the money though so I had to beg my clients for extra money and gifts. I went to their private homes when their wives and k!ds weren't home, I did some private parties and they made me do really gross disgusting things. I was so foolish putting myself in danger because any one of them could have strangled me and dumped me somewhere but I was careful to get doctors, lawyers, engineers, all educated professional men. Yes I did have an old army foot locker that I painted blue where I kept my dr*gs, money, liquor and …
Polly and Len Pt. 1 (Lycra fetish)
BLACK LYCRA SHORTS BLACK TIGHTS AND STOCKING MASK Len was the regional manager at the place I used to work. I met him during an office party. A few of us from our branch went in fancy dress. I dressed up as an old fashioned crook, stripy top, black tights, black lycra shorts over the top and a skintight black stocking over my face. Len's a strapping figure of a man, about six feet five and well built. None of the staff liked him because he was intimidating and strict. I'd spoken to him a few times when he came to see us at work, from the stories he used to tell I gathered that he had a shady, no nonsense past, quite the thug really. He'd been watching me dancing and mingling all night. I was having a good time and if I'm honest I was feeling quite tipsy and flirty. And my god, my shorts were so tight and shiny that you could see your face in them! I must have given him a right eyeful of my sexy bum swaying in time to my favourite song, 'Queer by Garbage'. I stole a few glances at him and smiled during the song. It was when I was a the bar, waiting for my drink, that I texted my boyfriend, telling him I couldn't wait to sit on his face in my lycra shorts when I got home that I became aware of a hand on my arse. I turned round to see Len looking over my shoulder. 'Who's the lucky devil,' he said. He must have seen me texting! I felt a bit embarrassed and said 'Oh, i'm just having fun.' 'So I see,' he said. He still had his hand on my arse when he told the bar maid that he …
Rosie takes a lover – Rosie & Steve part 4
This is part 4 of the Rosie & Steve series, if you're interested, you can find Part 1 here: http://sexstories.com/story/63478/ Bobby was stalking around the supermarket. He'd heard it was a great place to pick up bored housewives, but all he'd seen recently were stressed ones with young kids and little time for a twenty one year old Casanova. He'd been skulking around for ages, the place so large that he could have lived in a tent in the camping department, unnoticed for months and living off canned food, had security not been beefed up due to a homeless man doing the exact same thing a year before. About to give up on his escapade, he spied a woman in her late 30's reaching for an item on a high shelf and decided he'd offer his services before leaving his fruitless quest. "Can I give you a hand with that?" He asked. "A true gent, if ever I saw one." She replied, dropping her arms to her sides and turning in his direction. She looked towards him and smiled. The smile brightened up her face, making her look prettier than he'd imagined and he almost regretted approaching her, she was way out of his league. Her top revealed her cleavage and ample bosom. Her skirt was mid-thigh length and her legs were in stockings. Bobby stood still, admiring her beauty, mouth slightly agape. "Could you reach that box for me please?" She asked, breaking his thoughts. He'd been lost in a daydream, thinking of licking her shapely legs all the way from toes to pussy and was halfway to her …
Sharing CIndy Chapter 12
Sharing Cindy Chapter 12 I put the phone uptight against my ear and struggled to hear what was happening. I could make out some hard slapping noises and the occasional moan and grunt. Every so often I caught a voice, sometimes it was a female, sometimes it was male. Is that another male voice? What was happening?….. I sat at home on a Friday night, reading through some of the stories about loving wives and all the sexy things they were doing. I enjoyed reading about other couples and how their experiences sometimes mirrored what Cindy and I would get into. I was just reading a great story about a woman who was entertaining her husband and a couple of his friends at a poker game when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard the voice of my wife Cindy in the background. “Wait…wait……I think he picked up. Hello?” “Babe? Is that you?” I asked. “Oh Hi Baby. I didn’t know if you would be home or not. I just called to say I might be a few hours longer. The meeting is going great and we had a great dinner. “ “Are you still at the restaurant? “ I asked. “ “Um, no. We finished and headed over to Alexander’s Pub for a couple of drinks.” I knew the place. It was in the lobby of the Sheraton Hotel a couple of miles away. Cindy had been asked by her boss, Louie, if she would attend a meeting with a couple of his business partners. I knew why he wanted her there. Cindy was a young, sexy beauty who he wanted to show off to these men. Louie was in his mid forties and was infatuated with …