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Streep Poke-air

by HectorBidon on Sep 12, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Monique played a card and stifled a yawn. It was the last night of our business trip. We'd planned to go out, but the rain had turned to sleet, and so we'd just eaten in the hotel dining room and come up to her room to play cards. And now we were both getting a little bored. "I hope the streets clear up by morning," I said, playing a card of my own. "If z...

Teacher in Paradise Pt. 07

by cumsplash on Sep 14, 2020
Erotic Couplings

All characters are aged 18 or over ***** About 4pm, there was a knock at my office door. This time, it wasn't a teacher escorting a girl, but instead Miss Murphy. "Do you have plans this evening?" Miss Murphy asked. She couldn't be about to ask me out, could she? "Um, no," I replied. "Good. My husband and I would like to invite you over for dinner," she...

The Super Bowl Bet Pt. 01

by medic45 on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Part 1: Introduction Isn't it funny how a single event or two can change your whole world? That's how it was for me when I lost my dad to a heart attack about a year ago. My name is Dean and I'm a 35 year old account executive for a large real estate firm in Virginia. I've worked at the firm as a sales associate since college and have been told I'm a born s...

Seducing Sheila

by Lion24655 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Chapter 1: Ungentlemanly Conduct... The office was probably quite typical of many offices. Not quite open plan - it had six desks in the middle of the room in a sort of hexagonal shape, all separated by screens, so that we all felt we were working in booths. The solid screens were quite high - perhaps six feet high - high enough to hide each of us from each...

Birth of the Cool

by Coltrane on Sep 17, 2017
Group Sex

It was raining hard outside. Thunderstorm warnings flashed periodically on the television screen behind the bar. The Trane Station was into another Saturday night in Memphis. The band played on undisturbed by the weather. I listened as I could to their skillful moves through some old Miles Davis and Gil Evans material, stuff from “Birth of the Cool” writte...

Paying My Debt

by Dimecross on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Tonight the boys are coming over, it's our weekly poker game tonight, and I've been on a unlucky streak the past two weeks, so I'm looking forward to turning it around tonight. I've got to get even with them for what happened last week and the week before. The first week was horrible, no matter how good my hand was, someone always had a better one. Hell, I e...

Scott and Melissa Ch. 03

by Katthrynn on Sep 11, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"Aggghhhh!" Scott moaned as he shot his cum into the soft warm mouth of his wife, Melissa. They'd just finished watching the tape he'd made earlier that day of him fucking one of his students up the ass in exchange for a better grade. "Oh my God! That was fucking fantastic!" His paralyzed wife smiled and licked the corners of her mouth. Melissa had lost...

Adam & Eve - Eve Loses a Bet

by themiserabledrunk on Aug 29, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Eve strolled around the pool table in her tiny black skirt, holding the pool cue at her sexy hip, leaning far over the table as her full breasts plunged out of the push up bra she was wearing underneath the thin, tight white t-shirt. Adam's eyes widened as she gave him the perfect view down her shirt. Eve bit her lip slightly, lining up the cue ball, aiming...

The Phone Call Ch. 03

by PhilosopherX on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Later that night, my phone rang. When I saw the number, my cock began to grow. After answering she cut off my hello with a breathless, "Oh god, you're so bad." She dragged that last syllable out into a whimper of a sound. "Am I?" I asked instantly both bemused and aroused. "How's so?" "Well," she let out a small giggle, "I came to your office to see you t...

The Desdemona Wager

by Baxter72 on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I'm retired now, but I spent most of my life working as a professor of English at a small New England college. There were six people in the English department, but the one I was closest to—literally—was Paul Baker, whose office was next to mind and with whom I shared an adjoining door. I had been at the college considerably longer than Baker—about 25 years—...