My mother Oprah Winfrey... I'm adopted... my wife Kelly (Kelly Madison)... another wife, mixed pornstar Tyra Moore... another wife Kim Kardashian... my aunt Tracee Ellis Ross. All lined up, side by side, nude, on all fours. Cameras rolling. On the set of my newest porno, BIG TIME SLUTS #42. I make movies... moving on. The giant beer enema bag is brought on...
I was just hanging up the dish towel after drying the dinner dishes when I heard the doorbell ring. "Pat can you get that sweetheart?" I yelled to my wife. When there was no answer I hurried to the front door to find a UPS delivery man with a parcel. My errant wife wandered into the den just as I was opening the package. "What's that?" she asked. "I'm not s...
I managed to park as close to the gymnasium as I possibly could but I still had to walk bare-legged some distance in broad daylight. Needless to say I received a few awkward glances from a couple of passerby's but nothing as lingering as I would have gotten if I were walking around naked. I was grateful that the tacky silk shirt I was wearing at least had a...
Philip Meyer had always dreamed of owning his own high-end women's shoe store. Having come from a long line of males doing it sales of shoes was in his blood. His father had done it so too his grandfather though neither owned the store they worked in. The grandfather came from a time the area of the city he worked in was known for its street hustling. 'We...
The next day at work, Paul was having trouble keeping his eyes open. Debbie had gotten so worked up from their encounter with Jasmine, she and Paul had ended up fucking well into the night. Debbie had ridden him cowgirl style for what seemed like an hour, cumming on his cock again & again. She'd even fucked his ass a little with her dildo when they had sixty...
Show me a man who hasn't wondered how he'd react if he walked in on his wife fucking another man, and I'll show you a liar. I can tell you this. You're never prepared for it. I came home from work that day at my usual time, five PM, just like clockwork. I get off at the store I manage at four forty-five, and it takes fifteen minutes to drive home, so it wa...
It began with a need, a hunger for something new, a reckless desire to control the world I inhabited and to mould those around me as I wished. Life was dull. I owned and ran a string of launderettes around the city which I had begun setting up 20 years ago, though these days they pretty much ran themselves leaving me with far too much time to think, somethi...
(Author's Note: this story intertwines with other stories I have written. It takes place before all the other stories that have Rorke, Avery, and Jack's POV. You do not have to read all the other stories to understand or enjoy what occurs. The theme of these stories are ENM/CFNM and I hope you like this arc and check out my other works if you feel inclined....
Andrea Knight -- currently the only female merchant bank MD in the City - wrinkles her nose in contempt, sighs and stamps an expensively shod foot in exasperation. Meanwhile the object of her ire, a certain Mr Hain, makes his way across the marbled atrium of Fields Bank. Given the chance she'd ban the annoying man from the premises, but the chairman, Sir Jon...
There are a lot of people in the changing room, and since no one is looking at me, I just sit there on the armchair. Besides, where can I go? I am encased in a sexdoll costume that totally and firmly immobilize me, unable to speak and all the while tortured by vibrators and tens units activated randomly, whenever someone nearby answers a mobile. I can feel t...