For anyone who has ready my other stories: this story takes place six years after events described in Step-Sister Slut, Can I Get A Ride?, and A Bad Boy. * Tony walked into the strip club down the street from his office in San Francisco. It was late on a Friday night. Tony was tired as hell. He'd worked every day, twelve hours a day, since Sunday! Finally...
It was a Friday night in spring, prime time for frat parties around campus. My roommate, Shauna, and I were freshmen and often attended one of these parties to have something to do. But we almost always left early out of boredom with the drunken antics of the younger frat brothers. This Friday started and ended differently. When we arrived at the Frat house...
Friday the 2nd There were long brown marks where the paint had been chipped by Amanda's headboard. The wooden headboard scraped along the painted white walls as her bed rocked back and forth as Brandon fucked her for the second time that week. She lay on her back, leaning up while he knelt between her legs ramming her. She loved the way he fucked her. He w...
It turned out to be the last business trip for either of us for quite a long time, the following day was the start of the so-called "Banking Crisis." Which hurt everyone but the banks. We both kept our jobs, in fact I got a promotion out of it, but no pay increase. My boss volunteered for early retirement, I replaced him, due partly to; "My performance in E...
Zhura feinted, pretending a thrust with her staff, and then blocked Kajimani's swing. She crouched under the block, reversing her staff smoothly over the shoulder to counter with her own swing. Kaj skipped back. Zhura advanced, jabbing again. Menga the ironsmith had taught her the short staff, training her since childhood alongside his sons. The staff was a...
As the evening closed in Hannah Scott formulated a plan. At dusk she got ready for Vernon, Mike, and the camp out. Digging through her clothing she found a short mini dress with spaghetti straps. It had a floral print with a hem that barely concealed her ass cheeks. The thin straps holding it on her shoulders revealed massive cleavage. Going braless offere...
After recovering from our orgasms, Sarah and I set about cleaning things up. We were both still naked and I still had the plug in my ass. "No need to put the enema can away," Sarah told me. "Mary Ellen has an appointment tomorrow morning. Just change the tip." "Mary Ellen Davis?" I asked, very interested. "YUP, she comes in every other Monday for an enema...
You come to my place, I meet you at the door in a t-shirt and socks...nothing else...you take your shoes off in the kitchen next to the door because it's been raining all day, as I reach into the fridge for a beer. Bending over into the fridge, my t-shirt creeps up exposing my tight ass and pussy you look up in time to catch a glimpse before I close the door...
Matt felt his wife's pussy tighten as he pushed himself as far as he could up inside her. Her hips were gyrating around his lap as her head flew back with her mouth wide open. Her hair was so long that it tickled his legs when she moved. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice as her hips moved. Matt arched his back sending a tiny bit more of his cock inside...
“Another beer, sir?” “Yes, thank you,” I said, draining the glass in front of me. After a surreptitious peek at my watch, I smiled. Amy had come through the hotel lobby more than an hour ago, so I knew that the preparations I had commanded her to perform were completed by now. The bartender placed the beer in front of me wordlessly. I glanced around the n...