In the back of my mind I knew I was way over the line, but I was finding it harder to resist my lustful urges. Lara gave me the address and we had split into two groups. Sister Kate rode with me while Lara, Samantha and Felicity took a separate cab. Their cab pulled out first, we followed. As we travelled downtown I felt increasingly anxious. The orgy at m...
“I think,” Claire said in her tight-jawed voice, “we should make that fat girl, Janice, our slave. If we need our pussy eaten, we call Janice. If we’re going out of town, we have Janice make herself available to our men.” Claire snorted. “Do you know Dwight actually had the nerve to tell me ‘…it just feels good and squishy…’ when he was talking about som...
Liz wakes up bright and early on Saturday morning. Well, 9AM. As early as a college girl who stayed up late would hope to wake up. She stretches and yawns in her cute baby doll nightie, with her bare pussy peeking out from underneath. She does her morning routine, freshens, up, puts on a pot of coffee, and sits at her kitchen table, playing on her phone whi...
Shirley narrator Diana salesgirl Beth Diana's femme roommate Alice Diana's butch roommate My hope that the girls were joking was a futile hope indeed. The air within their apartment was fraught with tension as I slowly unbuttoned my top and pulled the lapels of my top down over my shoulders. My breasts were tightly bound in a heavily reinforced bra and I...
Jo looked out of her bedroom window at the pouring rain that seemed to be going on forever. It was a warm summer evening and all that she prayed for was a break in the weather, for the rain just to stop so that she could spend that evening at least riding on Michael's new motorcycle and maybe more besides. The telephone rang and she almost dived down the st...
The bar was three blocks away, easy enough to walk to. She took a seat on a stool in the middle of a long stretch of mahogany and ordered two shots of tequila -- it took the edge off. She scanned the scene; there were two college guys talking sports -- that didn't interest her. A businessman sat in a booth reading the Wall Street Journal... well-dressed, han...
Hey, there. My name is Susan Eileen Thompson and I'm a five-foot-ten, busty and somewhat curvy, big-bottomed dame of Irish and Italian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I work at Brockton State College as a computer science instructor. I teach a couple of classes a week but I spend most of my time in the Tutoring Center. Help...
Jen slammed the phone down. She had had enough. Tom was being a total jerk to her and she needed some space. She needed a getaway! One call to her travel agent and she was on her way to Tampa for the weekend. Little did she know, this was going to be a weekend she'd never forget. You see, Jen had thoughts before Tom, of what it would be like to be with a wom...
You've planned something special for tonight, you say. Just to warn me before we go inside. You were sitting outside your house, on your front steps, in a sparkly party dress, when I arrive. "Okay," I say, a little suspicious. You show me a blindfold, and say I have to put it on before we go inside. "Why?" I say. "Because you do." I stand there for a mo...
Chapter 01: Mrs. Stovenson I have known Mr. and Mrs. Stovenson (Mike and Nancy) for my entire 18 years, we live next door to them, growing up they would babysit me when mum and dad would go out. When I was about 15 or so I started to babysit for them. I would look after their kids Greg 9 and Lisa 7. Mr. Stovenson is an attractive man and growing up I had...