We meet in a bar, me, my best sissyboy painslut & you. We are all dressed in everyday office attire; you boys look so professional in your suits. I have on a tight white blouse which strains a little at the buttons, the sheer lace of my bra clearly showing through; a straight black skirt, net stockings & heeled patent black pumps. There are other such groups...
(There is some advantage in reading earlier chapters but you don't really need to if you want to just jump in here.) * I knew that my friend Janet was likely to be desperately in need of some serious sexual adventures. As you may have heard about her, she had been left alone by her husband for many months. We'd talked so many times about their lack of int...
"I can't let Bob know that I lost my job!" She was Allison Greer and she was the wife of my best friend. She was in my office. "I don't know how you can keep that secret or the reason." Allison's office is not too far from my own. We work for different companies in the same building but when the stories of a secretary who had been caught publicly masturba...
Day Off Melissa followed the maître d´ into the restaurant and looked around. She was wearing a cream linen sundress with thin blue stripes, which Cathy had helped her pick out the day before. Even though Erik had made it clear that she was "off duty" from seven o'clock Wednesday morning till seven o'clock Thursday morning, she had decided to wear the high-...
Yes, Rachael had done a nice job on getting my wife Sue to loosen up and to be proud of her body. She rarely put on clothes when she was in the house and when she went out she wore skimpy, sexy clothes that let the world see her body. I was proud to go everywhere with her and the appreciative looks from the guys. Sue had begun to notice the looks from the g...
It had been a few weeks since the modeling job and I spent most of my time laying around in my bra and underwear watching tv. I ran into a bit of trouble when I was doing laundry and ruined all of my male briefs. I was thankful in some strange way to have been given the all the panties a couple weeks prior. I wasn't in any rush to buy more briefs because I a...
It was just past closing time as I looked through the shop window with great interest in the quiet side street I found myself on. I had the night to kill being away with business and had gone for a walk around the town's small streets before I went for something to eat. It was filled with corsets, girdles, suspenders and bras, all for the more middle aged...
I arrived at the bistro to find Gemma all worked up and in a fit of sheer panic. "You're here, thank goodness!" she exclaimed, and I was taken aback by her obviously tense mood. "Yeah, and early," I replied. "Where's Paolo?" Paolo was our head chef, and he ran the kitchen. "Well, that fucker, Big D, has been successful," she said. "He sure has," I retorte...
When my mom told me that Mrs. Reid had called and had some chores for me to do, I was both excited and nervous. Excited, because Mrs. Reid usually rewarded my hard work with a long, slow handjob that would leave me coming in quarts. Nervous, because more and more of her "chores" were stunts devised to get me into embarrassing situations for her amusement. S...
My name is Hunter Daniels and I've got this little addiction which has caused my life to have some rather interesting moments. My addiction, you see, is that I crave to fuck women. My lust, however, is targeted at only married women. What's worse is that every married woman I've fucked, I've made pregnant. I have fathered at least 20 children but before yo...