The following is a collaborative effort between me and (our star) Becky, with a smattering of creative input from my insatiable coworker, Rachel. And yes, like all my stories that have cum before, the following account of an evening when Becky got exactly what she had asked for; is true. We hope you enjoy it. Twilight had fallen when Becky turned into the d...
Veronica's car had come to a stop, and she couldn't get it to start again. She sat, frustrated and upset, inside her BMW on the side of a deserted country road, miles from any town. The skies were growing darker by the minute as storm clouds rolled in from the west, and the setting sun cast an eerie light on the horizon. "At least I'm near a house," she thou...
I sat at the bar in my tightest black dress I owned per the instruction of Miss. Brandy. My curly blonde hair had been pinned into place and my long tan legs were smooth. Miss. Brandy had told me exactly how she wanted to see me waiting. 'No panties or bra, bikini muff wax, curl those blonde locks of yours, wear the tightest, sluttiest little black dress y...
Remembering the groping and teasing she'd given me, I gave a wicked smile to Heather as I picked up the mist blue hose and felt the smooth, soft nylon. I caressed her face with the hose, and delighted in her smile. "We're not robbing banks, you know," She drawled, her voice warm, and softer than the stocking. "So it doesn't go over my head." "Of course it...
It had been two months since I first called young Annie into my office. It has since grown into a weekly session drenched in lust and passion between the two of us, but we were both noticing that it was getting a bit dull. So, today I had a little surprise for her. My pussy got wet as I sat at my desk thinking about the fun she and I were going to have tha...
I knew it was a weird, daring idea. I just couldn't have anticipated how this would go down. I've always been wanting to try new things, and from all those moments, I picked the least predictable adventure to actually pursue. My obsession with the idea started already months before I went on and did it. I was becoming addicted to watching anything that had...
Barbara Clausen stepped from her car and handed the keys to the valet. He took them and handed her a receipt. Giving the young man a smile, she headed for the glass doors leading into the restaurant side of the sprawling building. She saw her image reflected in the glass. She also saw the young man pausing before getting into her car to park it. He was watch...
Leslie checked her watch; it read 8:05, just when the crowd at her favorite bar would be at it's fullest. As she strutted up the steps to the Victorian home-turned lesbian bar, she could feel the cool night air making it's way up her one-piece red mini-dress, carressing her bare thighs. She stopped and lit a cigarette, and swung open the front door, entering...
1 I started coming to the restaurant because of the lighting, more than the food. I was living alone, after the divorce, and it was less trouble to go out to a neighborhood place most evenings than to shop and cook and clean up for one. Over a month or two I tried everything close to the apartment, some known for their food and others for their bar scene or...
Candlelight flickers in the bedroom. A tall, slender 40'ish woman reclines on the bed, wearing a black lace camisole. Around her waist is a black lace garter belt, the silk straps leading to sheer stockings. A tiny silk thong covers her most intimate area. Open-toe pumps on her feet complete the ensemble. Her dark brown hair frames a beautiful face, painted...