Right about the time Amanda came to a screaming orgasm from the cock slamming into her arse, she had to be happy with how life works out. An hour earlier, she had been sitting on her sofa masturbating madly and cursing her parents. She had been caught at the college campus giving some of the footballers a blow job. As punishment, her parents had grounded he...
It causes a rush, warmth running through my insides like the oncoming effect of a drug, the trickle of sweat down the back of my neck. My heartbeat starts to race and every one of my senses feels honed to adrenaline heights. The rush is added to, fed by that look, initially of disbelief, in their eyes; followed by the double take and the rise of confusion th...
"Get up." She looked up at him, exhausted and covered in a film of sweat. He meant business. He stared down at her, unsmiling. His breathing was slow and measured. "I will not ask you again." She pulled herself up onto her feet. Her knees felt funny. Her legs felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, embracing...
I was walking home with some friends when a long old white car passed by very slowly next to us and hinted at me to get close. When I realized he was hinting at me I got close to the car window while my friends just kept on walking. He was an older gentleman with white hair and fairly built body from just at a glance. He directly told me, "I saw you, I thi...
CHAPTER IX Note: I recently discovered I had missed a part of the story, if you noticed there was a hole between chapter 4 and 5. I added the missing part in chapter 5, if you are interested in reading it as it should have been. :) He kissed her with passion while caressing her bottom lustily, his fingers slid inside the cotton fabric of her panties, teas...
I was on my way over to Karen's little home studio, Bob Segar was wailing away on my stereo, I was feeling fine. Karen always made me feel fine, if you saw her you would know just what I mean. Maybe 30 at the most, she is a Licensed Massage Therapist. ALL massage therapists should look like her, long dark hair, a set of boobs to die for. Just a trace of a...
This story may not be reproduced without explicit, authorized written permission. * Dressed in only his white silk shirt, the Right Honourable Tristram Framlingham-Smythe (newly elevated to be the Duke of Great Tupping and Viscount D'Enculade) reclined on his back on his huge four poster bed, one hand behind his head supporting his neck, the other slowly s...
The skin of his cock rubbed against her lips as she moved her head up, then down. Up, then down. One hand at the base of his cock, the other loitering in the vicinity of his hairy chest. She glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his face tight, gripped with his pleasure. She saw that in his occasional glances down at her, she seemed to be no more than an...
I take the bus to and from work as a matter of choice, but even though one of the reasons I use public transportation is to avoid the aggravation of driving during the rush hours, there are times when the bus can be just as annoying. Like last Monday, for example. For whatever reason, the bus was much more crowded than usual, and I was forced to go toward t...
Subject: Fantasies You were warned before you arrived, that you would have no control over what was going to happen to you. I warned you it would be painful, and asked you not to enter my realm unless you were ready. You arrived in the early evening. I was dressed in my leather skirt, slit up the side and my black lace bustier with my breasts bared. You bro...