We walked back to my apartment and my heart was pounding when Mike closed the door behind us. The thought of his hands on me and his big cock filling me was electric. I walked into my little bachelor and kept my back to him behind me. I felt that as soon as I turned around, it would begin; I would start my little flirtatious routine and not want to stop unti...
A fat black old woman story: I should have known better. Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don't understand myself and do such stupid things like this. And this is the result, an fat black wo...
Edited by Thegreat_pretender Wednesday-Wet Ways With the rain stopping later on in the night, the town was once again up and running on their usual business. Muutan had been drained. After tapping out early that morning, she began loading up her heavier shipments for the businesses that day. "Whew, even though I drained my tits this morning I still fee...
Now I look over at Patti and Isabelle. "Isabelle," I tell her, "bend over, bitch, feet wide apart, hands on your knees. And Patti? Get behind her and fuck her, get that big, black dick of yours inside her wet, slippery French cunt." Patti couldn't be any happier as she gets behind Isabelle, grabs hold of her hips, and works her ten thick inches of brown le...
The next week I didn't have the heart to go back to Mrs. Smith's and cancelled our Sunday lunch. Sabine and I were getting along, having fun, going out. Everything seemed fine. Whenever we were around other people we were tender, kissing, showing off. But when we were alone things were not as you would have excepted them to be. Our kisses were distant, not...
Mike wasn't lying when he said his apartment was crummy. It was a two bedroom basement suite in an old house. Walking in the side entrance brought you into the kitchen, which was a disaster. The kitchen was open and led directly into the living room. There was a three person couch in front of an absolutely huge television. Game consoles were scattered over t...
Hi, you can call me fat ass. I have a fat fat ass that stretches my pants out like big balloons. A deep crack in between my cheeks. Some people call me Sandra, but my daddy calls me fat ass. He says that he likes my ass fat but the rest of my body should be thin. So he put me on a diet. I try my best to follow it but I just can't. He says that in the morn...
Every man should have a hobby. Some guys like to collect stamps. Others climb mountains, scuba dive or garden. Me? My hobby is fucking old women. And like any worthwhile hobby, you've got to put the time in to make it worthwhile. I mean, if mountain climbing is your hobby, you know it's about more than standing on the peak of the mountain. It's preparatio...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and 18 or older. Contains sci-fi. Not intended to be realistic. Do not copy or repost this story!! Enjoy ***** Mrs. Fattorusso is the name of everyone's favorite high school teacher. She is the nicest person I've ever met. Students love her because she explains everything in a way that...
"Hey! Alan." It took me a few moments looking round the crowded club before I saw who had called out to me. "Sorry Rachel, how are you" I said when I reached her table. "I couldn't see you in the press." "I was waving to you You're tall enough to see my arms. Perhaps something else -- or should I say someone else distracted you. I waved but did you see...