Hello. My name is Cassandra. Some call me a MILF. I'm a mature woman with a round pretty face, firm body, sizable tits and a fat ass -- minus the cellulite. I'm recently divorced and I'm so lonely. And I get SO horny. I need love. Real love. A love that can let me fuck like the whore I am. I want to tell you about my pussy. May I do that? (giggle)...
My Facebook tab lights up, flashing: "Elle messaged you". Messages from my slut always brighten my day at work. I read her message. "I want to misbehave, Master. A lot." I shake my head; Elle is always such a slut for me, and such a good girl to ask her Master's permission. Before I can reply, another message appears: "My pussy aches, Master. Please may I...
Click Here to listen to this story. This has been one of those days when I miss Bob terribly. Sometimes he has to work out of town, and when he does I have a tendency to go a little stir crazy. I guess you could say we have a relationship that many people would give their eyeteeth to have. And believe me, I know how lucky I am. For us sex and love all blend...
It is time to share one of my deepest, darkest secrets –I want to be served completely by a sexual slave – he will do anything I want and will obediently complete any task I request. There will be no questioning, no suggestions, no judging. This will be the most decadent experience of my life. First, you must shower and dress for the occasion – as you exit...
(Author's note: I got some feedback that some people didn't like the script format of my original submission. Here is the same story in straight first-person narrative. Let me know which version you prefer. I need some feedback before posting the sequel.) * I was depressed. Since I got dumped, I just hung out at the apartment watching TV. I was sitting on...
It's been a week. A week of denial and torture. You remember accepting your position, now wondering why you'd taken the dare. "I can take anything you got," you said. "Let me have it." I grinned evilly, you remember now. I obvious knew what I was doing to you. Lodged in your pussy is a hard dildo. Not just any dildo, but one molded from my cock. It's not...
"Stacey, I'm not going to punish you, this one time, but you need to learn... You will not tell me what you need. This is not about what you think you need. This is not about you at all. You have already picked up so much I know you will learn this, and it's partly because I'm so impressed with how well you have behaved and caught on that you aren't going to...
Chapter 1: Beginning Unfortunately for us, circumstances had dictated we be away from each other for much of the past month. I had been sent down to Florida for a conference, and you were locked in to attend one yourself in upstate New York. It was a new challenge for us in our marriage. We are somewhat newlyweds (less than two years of marital bliss under...
After we had said goodbye for the day, my pussy still felt stretched and split, wetness slowly, teasingly moving down out of my hot throbbing pussy to gather in my hair and still quivering thighs, mingling with the wetness that had coated me earlier as we played, making me ready for him to enter me at his whim. The feel of it brought back so many erotic memo...
Valerie and Vanessa arrived at the Cammy Benson hotel, room 186, at two o'clock that afternoon. Valerie was a cute girl with soft skin and very tanned skin. She had straight, long back hair, her eyes were blue and her face was covered with a smile as she looked at the door to room 186. She licked her pretty pink lips and giggled. She was wearing a pair of je...