I had been allowed a "recovery" period, then Annie, who was now naked, but for her high heels, ordered me back on the rubber sheet and told me to prepare to "start stroking", a misnomer as I don't masturbate like that. "Now, Dave," said Annie, as my playsuit-clad wife, Lorraine, started filming my ordeal, "you've got a target of one hour to reach. Fail and...
Her mature stocking clad thighs were wrapped around the young boy's legs as her hands grasped his cute taught buns pulling him closer to her as she ordered him to fuck her harder. His cock throbbed even more at the way she controlled and governed him for her own pleasure.. This was the second time he'd been to their house and he felt the same degree of tre...
"I'll give you a blowjob!" she blurted out confidently. Her hand gripped my bicep firmly massaging it. Shocked, I looked into her eyes, trying to see if she was really serious. Her gorgeous eyes, staring into mine. Locked into mine. She was serious She was my boss. She was half my age. A beautiful strawberry blonde. X-cheerleader. Athletic. Exercise class i...
One of my dearest friends in this university community is my neighbor Celia Rosenthal, who has been in charge of hospitality programs for international students. For the past several years she had grown to count on my husband Garth and me to befriend particular foreign students, whom we would entertain from time to time. Three years ago after our Chinese "gi...
Faithful to Gina's command, I bowed. Naked, arms and knees spread, ass arched in presentation, immobile as an ice sculpture but for shallow, shivering breaths I could not quiet, I kissed Anna's floor. The chilled chain hooked to my bound testicles ran up though my buttocks and slithered down the supplicant bend of my spine. I did not dare look up, not even t...
Prologue: Since this is a continuous story presented in multiple parts I recommend reading at least the preceding chapter (or part) prior to. Each usually starts where the last one left off, but minus any background. Which the lack of could make the narrative difficult to follow, or understand. ***** After we finished with our shower it was time for brea...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A woman fantasizes about living in the romantic Victorian Era With Valentine's Day nearly over, having received the usual and expected Valentine's card, flowers, and candy, before being taken out to dinner, Susan planned to snuggle in bed with her book and a glass of wine hoping to get lost in a roma...
After 22 years of marriage my second wife and I decided that it just wasn't working for either of us and that a divorce was in order. Both of us wanted to avoid the fighting we experienced in our first divorce and so we quickly agreed on a settlement. There was just one problem, she wanted to move to Florida to help care for her parents, but needed to put in...
Her name was Linda. I heard about her and her service from a friend. She was in her mid-forties and had an aristocratic look; slim with sharp features. When I first met her I thought she was a rich sophisticated lady who was looking for some excitement in her life. That opinion hasn't changed. That first meeting went well. We met for coffee. Even in her trim...
After a lifetime of love, laughs, and memories of good times mixed with bad times, a man with dementia forgets his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. This is a true story about my grandparents. Spread out over five decades and three generations, this story is about their lives together. This story about love, sex, commitment, drinking, extramarital...