Dad's fingers continue to probe my ass, stretching my sphincter, stimulating me from the inside out. His hot breath at my upturned ass cheeks send violent shivers through me. My rock hard penis points at my face, a small amount of pre-cum pools at the pee opening. The sticky substance continues to leak out of my helmet shaped penis head. It begins to extend,...
The moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind him I knew what was going to happen. I was alone in a private space with a man, alone for the first time with a man in a potentially sexual situation. We had been sitting in the bar, talking pleasantly. It was a lawyers' conference and I was recently qualified. So was Paul. He was a tall, fat man, premature...
"Baby Girl you're fine," he said confidently as he danced beside me with my sexy wife. I was used to her getting hit on, especially by black men. She had a beautiful round ass and a trim waist that drew admiring looks wherever we went and it attracted black men to her like a moth to a flame. But I wasn't used to the man being so blatantly aggressive with her...
Everybody, male and female alike, on seeing Cortland Decker Crawford, couldn't help but stare at him. He could have been the poster boy for: hair styling, haberdashery, beauty and physical fitness products. He'd just turned eighteen and was breathtakingly handsome. Cortland Decker Crawford could also have been chosen for: turd.url, boor.url, spoiledbrat.ur...
It was a warm late March day - the Monday after St. Paddy's Day - and my wife and I were walking the dog when she looked down and said "Is that a wallet?" Sure enough there was a leather wallet against the curb. We figured it must have fallen out of a coat or something when someone was getting into or out of a car. It recently rained, so the color blended r...
Disclaimer: The following account is a fictional story of sex between two adults. If you are not allowed to read such stories by law or by any reasons, do not do so. Otherwise, enjoy. Any comments and feedbacks are welcome -John Antony Till the day I had seen him, I was the most care-free person in the world. Everything was perfect. I had good looks with g...
Seeing Ryan holding handcuffs made Zach's brain buzz and his heart race. "Thanks, but you can keep them." He glanced back up at the T.V. screen, feigning interest in the warm front that was moving across the country. Ryan hung the toy on the handlebar of Zach's exercise bike and stood beside him. "Are you okay?" "No." He dried his sweaty palms on his pant...
In the bedroom, in a reading chair, sits Mr. Rooney. On his knees in front of Mr. Rooney is Mr. Frye, his back to me. They're both nude. Mr. Frye is giving Mr. Rooney a blowjob. I'm starting to understand what Mr. Frye meant when he said he and Mr. Rooney socialized. Mr. Rooney leers at me over Mr. Frye's bobbing head, a smile curling up under that terribl...
The blasting rock music on the stereo and the gyrating hyper college kids in the middle of the dance floor were enough reasons for me to leave Felt early, besides I had no intention of becoming the designated driver to those silly girls who called themselves friends, but I had ulterior motives than spending a night in a bar, getting high and wasted. I needed...
Sooo...rather short chapter but I'm already working on chapter three. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy honeys. *~*~* Chapter Two December Jarred and I were on my motorcycle, cruising up the streets colored with the dark rainbow that we call Manhattan at Night. It was maybe four o'clock in the morning. We had spent the last hours sitting at a table in the cl...