As the morning came Brian awoke still on his living room floor. "Ouch! Maybe we should try the bed next time..." he stopped when he realized Doll was no longer with him. In a panic he looked around and didn't see her anywhere. He jumped up off the floor. "Did she really leave? Again?" He suddenly heard a noise coming from the bedroom. As he walked in he sa...
The grass under Trish's hands and knees was warm, soft and lush. The morning dew was still on the grass and it made her hands and knees wet - much like her pussy. She nervously looked around her yard - or what use to be her yard - she was now the personal slut of Kelley and she about to be taken for a walk, naked, around her yard. Kelley came back holding...
Following the usual morning spanking and a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, Amber and I drove another ninety minutes further away from home to visit the second college on our weekend tour. Not surprisingly, she slept most of the way, awakening only when we were a few minutes away from the college. What Amber and I had both enjoyed from our previous visits...
Wow what a year. Pam had been through the craziest sex drive of her entire life and had taken things to a whole new level. From going down on Toby on her wedding day, from having sex in the conference room with David Wallace once and Angela and Dwight another, having sex with Ryan in the basement, and even up to having an orgy with her own sister whom she we...
The Prologue There are swingers clubs all around the world. Some you may have heard about and others are so private that you have to be sponsored by one of the group members. A few of these clubs are extremely private as far as the activities that go on behind their closed doors. I've personally attended a few of these private clubs myself. I can't give you...
I propped myself up on one elbow and stared down at him. Steve was already sound asleep. His breathing had slowed. His body had begun to cool, the sweat of passion slowly disappearing. He was content, his mouth hinting at a smile. I could still smell it though—the passion, the erotic perfume of our sex. Even after twenty-one years, my husband sometimes surp...
I throw you up against the wall, and grab you by your throat, pressing myself against you. I growl into your ear, "I'm going to fuck your slutty cunt so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days. No need to thank me, I know it's what a dirty whore like you wants." You whimper, your eyes pleading with me. I rip your shirt and bra off roughly, holding y...
I pick her up about an hour before you get home from work. Making sure she is ready, hair, make-up and dressed for you. I paint her nails the color you like, deep red wine. Then, dressing her in a pair of 6" heels, bra and white cotton panties. She lays on the bed and waits. I return to the living room, watching out the window, waiting to see you pull in th...
"What do you think?" Jill asked, running her fingers through her hair. "Your hair looks great." Jack smiled from the bed. "But you need some lipstick, I think." "What kind?" She started searching through the vanity drawer. "Some sort of red would be the most appropriate, don't you think?" Jill didn't answer. She found a good color and slowly rubbed the...
It was half eight in the evening and I was just slipping on his black shirt, the one that he'd worn that day and still smelled like him. I turned my head to the side and inhaled his scent from the collar, which I was now turning down and straightening out. His smell alone got me a little excited, knowing full well that within the hour I would be surrounded b...