"Ummmmm Ahhh! I'm cummmminnng! I hear Ginni squeal again as I see her slut juices overflowing her pussy and I open my mouth and try to catch some of her squirt. You pull your fat cock out of her slut hole and your grab me roughly by the hair and say. "Come here you little slut so I can face fuck you some more!" Obediently, I open my mouth wide and I suck all...
I was 27 at the time, in decent shape, 6 foot, 180, brown hair, blue eyes, decent enough when I was clean. A few weeks into the job, I called to repair a broken window. The man on the phone was gruff, demanding that he be my first job, "...because I have a tee time at 9:48!" Like I cared. I said I'd be there, but I'd have to measure the glass, not knowing th...
It was a party, in her restored castle above the hills, she was dressed in a long gold evening gown, wrapped around her shoulders a matching sash. With no bra and a little thong. Eyeing the room she saw him. Standing amongst other men, talking about. She held her glass and stood in the corner. Her wicked thoughts playing. He saw her from the corner of his e...
When I was nineteen, I had an encounter with a stranger that has remained my most erotic sexual experience. It was at a gig at the Astoria in London, a band I'd been following around the country with my mates – they were called Firestorm and we thought they were the most exciting musical phenomenon we'd ever come across! Well - they weren't bad looking too,...
You arrive at a unique store for men with the smell of rich colognes and leather furniture permeating the air. You are searching for a suit and need assistance. The salesclerk, me, is dressed in the uniform of the store, a white blouse, navy blue skirt and heels. I offer to help you find an appropriate suit. We are looking at different suits and select seve...
Pamela walked into the apartment that she shared with Nathan. Nathan was sitting on the couch watching television. "Hey babe." "Hey luv." he said. Pamela looked in his direction and noticed that he was holding something. "What's that?" Nathan held it up and said, "You know my belt? The one that is made up of a bunch of elastic ropes webbed together?" "ye...
Miss Oatlash sat back from her desk with a sigh, put her feet up and smiled. For the first time in weeks, there were no boxes in the corner, no stacks of files on her credenza, no piles of papers on her desk. It had taken coming in on a Saturday, when there was nobody around to distract her, but her office was clean. She thought about lighting a victory ciga...
The brush was laid on the desk beside Juniper. It's tarnished silver glinting in the twilight streaming through the door. A hand lay on her shoulder and turned her on the stool. Juniper gasped as she looked at herself in the polished silver of her mother's mirror. The luxurious amber hair was piled atop her head, elongating her fine bronzed neck. Her cousins...
Here I sit in my favorite diner. Everyone has one. Tables and chairs that have seen better days, booths covered in cheap red vinyl. An aging Jean Harlow types waitress. Serving cup after cup of coffee. Garish red lipstick on her aging cracked lips her bleach blonde hair dry and frizzy. A plastic nametag pinned to the lapel of her Pepto-Bismol pink uniform....
Confessions of a whoremonger. I am writing this story as a mini-series. There is quite a bit to tell of the year that I was in Korea. This story is mostly true. I say mostly because of changing the names of the guilty, but also because I have forgotten most of the names that I did know. I am writing from a series of memories that may be somewhat clouded, a...