The affair quickly gathered pace. They met again the next day and within moments of arriving he was inside her; fingers, tongues, his penis, it didn't matter; he filled her to capacity and then some, they were insatiable. They made love throughout that first day; and the next and the next. She could not wait to be with him, the thought of his hands on her...
It might be erotic to imagine one's wife as a stripper or whore. But both are frightening prospects if there's the likelihood that neither will remain mere fantasy. That was the case now as I looked at the hooded slut, strung up helpless with a dripping cunt that was my wife and know she willingly entered such a state. Surely she offered no resistance to att...
PRELUDE Doreen, academy counselor and admissions officer, saw a plenty young blonde girl walking the hallway and looking confused. She approached the young beauty and offered to help. "May I be on some assistance?" "Oh hello, my name is Maxine Wilson and I am here to register as a new student." "Won't you please come in and sit down. I am Doreen Leach I...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to continue writing. Also, take a moment and vo...
"You!!!" Eddie screamed through the bars, then laughed. "Well done girls, quite a show, I really enjoyed that; and so did Michele obviously," he said snickering and pointing at the tent in the front of my skirt caused by the bulge of my slowly diminishing erection. "Ok fun's over; now get the fuck out of here while Mabel cleans the joint up for tomorrow ni...
Chapter 3 Dying for it. Phil senior's orgasm had been the culmination of years of frustration fuelled by the jealousy of seeing his son covet her lustrous curvaceous body first and enter her hot tight cunt. Years of pent up jealousy rose in him; his wife's affair and his bitter divorce and the burden and responsibility of his son all welled in Phil's consci...
I am a mature married white woman that has been dating black men for about four years. Whenever I meet a new sexual partner they inevitably want to know how I got started in this lifestyle. When I tell them my story they are either extremely skeptical or extremely aroused. I decided to submit an account of my story here and welcome your response. This story...
I was strolling through the mall on my lunch hour one wintry Friday, happy to escape the office for sixty minutes of girl-watching, even on a blustery, chilly day. My only lament was my choice of snack, as I glumly picked some crusty dough from the corner of my gums. Why was it virtually impossible to find a good soft pretzel in Northern Virginia, or anywh...
John sat gazing out of the floor to ceiling window, looking out on to the manicured grounds of The Spa, happy with life and his business. He smiled to himself as he pondered his business, its sound business foundations now allowed him to merely steer its course and enjoy the fruits of his labour. The day-to-day running pretty much looked after itself almost,...
I sat motionless, my eyes focused on the beautiful piano player sitting no more than 20 feet in front of me. Her fingers brushed nimbly across the piano keys while her long legs, in rhythm, pumped the pedals below. She was singing with a voice like an angel and my mind was filled with only one thought. I wanted to seduce and fuck the piano player. There w...