"Mmm yeah, you such cock like a pro!" "Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock like a good whore!" "Shut up, you filthy whore and do what I say!" All of the above phrases or variations thereof were daily occurrences when it came to Beth and I. We both loved dirty talk and her favorite word was "whore" when it came to fucking. It was after 3 months of dating that s...
Monique stood on the road looking for any sign of life. No cars passed by. No people walked past. So she started to walk down the road. Cum stains were all over her top and skirt. She had a flustered look and a sweaty glow about her, which made sense considering she just got thoroughly fucked twice in a matter of a few hours. But she didn't care anymore h...
I awoke Sunday morning in my warm bed and stretched. I lay there for a moment, remembering the events of the night before. I had spent the evening dressed, as I usually did on Saturday, in beautiful, sexy lingerie. I had thought my crossdressing was a secret, particularly from my housemate Jack. As I lay on my bed in my female alter ego, pleasuring myself...
Authors Note - Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out. Life sometimes intervenes. Thanks for the feedback and the encouragement. The last two parts are written and will be out soon. This takes place the day after Chapter 5. ------------------------- At two o'clock exactly, the doorbell rang. Barbara opened the door slowly and smiled brightly a...
Barbara was 29, married and had found herself surrounded by a very happy and comfortable life. She had many interests and friends. She had a loving and supportive husband whose income meant that she had no need to work. They made satisfying love on a frequent basis. All the same, she wasn't quite sure why she kept imagining herself straddled across the thig...
It had all started on my birthday a couple of weeks earlier. As a present, my wife Andrea had taken me to a strip bar, given me a stack of singles and told me to go nuts. Later that night at home, Andrea had put on her own little show for me, which to my way of thinking was superior to the show the girls had put on in the bar. The strippers were just teasers...
Brigitte walked through the night, stumbling occasionally over obstacles she could not see. Her dog had no such trouble – she pranced along, sniffing god knows what and having a great time doing it. It was cloudy, the only illumination coming from the houses scattered sparsely about her. She was nearing the halfway point of her walk, once she passed the next...
Damn it, I hate the outdoors. I mean fishing or golf, fine, but hiking? My idea of a good time outdoors consists of a few beers on the patio at the bar. What was I thinking? At least the company was pleasant. Oh yeah, that's how I was thinking: with my dick. Okay, background. Monica has been a regular at my bar for a few weeks. At least that was the first t...
This is the second story I've written about auto-fellatio--sucking one's own cock--not to be confused with the practice of mouthing the tailpipes of motor vehicles. Read "Auto-Fellatio" if you like the topic or want some more background for this story. As soon as I found out there was such a thing as dick-sucking, I knew it would definitely feel great. At t...
I really hated my boyfriend sometimes. No really. I couldn't stand him. And the sad part was, he wasn't always like this. He was actually a normal—okay maybe not normal, but still—black kid, just like me. Roy was one of those indie boys, having rejected the role of an annoying stereotype back in his inner city neighborhood. It was basically how we met, si...