Chapter 4 - the strapon When I got back, Lacy was done reading. This was evident by her wearing the red feeldoe in her favorite Aslan leather harness, stroking it, and watching the door for me to come in. "How's Captain Brian?" she asked. I told her how our conversation went. She seemed pleased at the idea, but wanted to know more. "Take off your cloth...
For several days my husband I were hoping to get laid. Every day, something came up (not his cock) and I missed out. Well, one day he was laying in bed reading an erotic story and playing with his dick. I looked at the clock and knew this would not end well. After 10 minutes of gently stroking his dick, our daughter walked in and the fire went out. Finally...
Roberto was on his midnight prowl on the cruise ship as it is ploughed through the Mediterranean on its way to the next destination. He spotted a candidate looking over the rail at the wake of the boat. It was a warm summer's night and she was obviously taller than normal and a bit on the heavy side with good legs and a prominent bottom. He knew instantaneou...
The creature reached out furtively to fondle Tiffany, then snatched its hand back. Its lips were swollen now, moist and flush but raisiny-wrinkled, clammy. Thick green saliva leaked steadily from its lower lip. The creature cowered like a sleeping bat, its webbed claws arched before its sooty, withered face. "Look," said the Mad Scientist to defenseless Ti...
After a day of naked fun in Lindsay and Ron's pool with my friend Debbie (see Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt. 2), I waited until the very large quantity of wine we both had consumed had worn off (at least for me) before driving back to my place. Night had fallen by then and Debbie was still pleasantly drunk, so it didn't take much convincing to get her to l...
When Cheryl and Jenne walked into the back yard, Mark was sitting on one of the loungers, paying close attention to Angela. She, on the other hand was sitting up straight on a lounger, feet on the ground, with her tiny thong pulled tightly between her lips. "Mark, the sunglasses aren't fooling anyone, we know EXACTLY where you're looking," Jenne said with a...
I needed a little time for round two. So I suggested that we take a shower and then have a snack. Diana gave me a kiss on the lips and agreed. "You go first" I told her. There were only three towels in the apartment and I'd been using one already that week. I got up, opened the mirrored cabinet where all the clothes were stored, and pulled out a thick fluffy...
Hi, I'm Betty Reed, widow of Dr. Fred Reed, MD. At age fifty-eight, I am just your average widow. I stand five feet, two inches, and weight one hundred and thirty-nine pounds. There was a time that I was considered very pretty, with a damn fine figure. Gravity has done its work, so now, some would say, that my breasts have "gone south." I spend my time chat...
Introductory note: The following story features an ongoing character, OFS (Our Favorite Slut), who also appears in "Teamwork: A Gangbang Trilogy," "Tanya Krawczyk," and "One Week." If you enjoy this story, you may enjoy those as well. If you've read them already, thank you for reading this one and for continuing to follow her adventures. - The Author VID...
Mistress Diana kept her captives separated from any contact for the next several weeks. Both of the women were being conditioned mentally to believe their cooperation would guarantee the safety and well being of their husbands. Weeks of discipline were paying off for Mistress Diana and today would be the first day the wives would get to interact with her b...