She stared at the familiar cock in front of her and pushed his knees against the arms of the leather chair. His dress pants and underwear were pushed down to his dark socks. With both hands she cupped his ass cheeks and slide him forward. His member slipped into her wet and willing mouth. Her boss let out a soft moan, as not to alert the any staff who might...
It was my birthday. So far being eighteen was boring me to tears, possibly due to the hour long physics period I had just sat through. I was looking forward to jumping in my car, turning the music up and going home. It was Friday and although I had a lot of work I wasn't planning on doing any of it over the weekend. As I went over my weekend plans in my head...
My name is Steve Maverick. A big and tall, reasonably good-looking young black man living in the great state of Massachusetts. I’m a rather unusual character. A man with many hobbies and interests. I like to write erotic fiction stories. I like to travel to different cities and meet new people. I’m kind of adventurous. Oh, and I’ve been called paranoid but w...
Carol was always such a tomboy that it seemed like me and the and rest of the guys were her only friends. All the other girls had their little groups, but Carol was part of ours', and for the most part she blended right in. A short little girl with dirty brown hair and hazel eyes, often shadowed with mud, she may as well have been named Richard. As we all...
3. George's second tale The morning following that first little episode, when Miss Amelia caressed my thigh, she was due to come for her lesson alone. My emotions were hopelessly tangled; an admixture of dread that she should carry this behaviour forward, and a longing for her to do something more. Having spent so much time with her, and even more in think...
What a day. My first day at my new job and before the day could even come close to ending; I had my cock buried in some lady's pussy. I think her name was Pam. She was a forty something with a short spiky haircut that was to covey that she was young and hip. She had a French manicure and what appeared to be, and felt for that matter, an excellent boob job. T...
Doris was weeding the front garden when she first noticed the car. It was an old Chevy (she could read the logo, but didn't know the year) driven by an old man, who just seemed to be cruising. The car was two-toned blue with smallish tailfins, she figured it was from the fifties (looked like a "Leave It to Beaver" vintage). He had gone by twice that first da...
A wickedly gleeful atmosphere prevailed among the enthusiastic crowd of white clothed malchicks. It seemed to Lara that more than half of them were sporting masks. That half comic, half sinister mask that Alex had donned in the film for his surprise visit. She thought how like a masked ball on a night of Carnival it all looked, or like a performance by the C...
Free speech, or rather "Free Expression"? Really? I suppose we do have that freedom, provided it doesn't offend someone else and can't be construed as a threat to public safety. Free speech is granted by the first amendment, but that freedom is being censored all the time. Censorship, self or otherwise, is no laughing matter. Well, it would be if we weren't...
Paige was Daddy's slut. He kept her at his apartment while he worked, and she sometimes was allowed to leave to attend to the three submissives who worshiped her. Paige was allowed to walk freely around the apartment until nap time at four o'clock when she would remain in her puppy bed to await Daddy's return from work. Upon his return, he rehearsed his dail...