Although this story is not a continuation of any other story it logically follows my previous two stories. The first story describes how with minimal persuasion my wife agreed to show her pussy to my best friend. The second story talks about how my wife first teased and the fucked my best friend Adam and got my permission to fuck just about anybody she wants...
Professor Emma Reed adjusted her tortoiseshell glasses and sighed. She shuffled papers around on her desk, hoping the letters of reference would write themselves tonight. She kicked her feet up on the leather ottoman, took a deep swill of her red wine, and leaned her head back into the cushions. Two months ago, Ted stood in her driveway with a cardboard bo...
Sixty quid's a lot of money to me, especially in hard times such as these - so when I see it lying on the floor underneath Mr Cartwright's overcoat, the temptation simply overwhelms me. Quick as a flash, I bend down to pick it up... "Miss Quigley!" I've not even managed to scoop up my prize before he catches me, stealing from him red-handed, just like he's...
It was a night like any other. Detective Dick Osborne sat behind his solid timber desk, closing files and getting ready to go home for the evening, or maybe to a bar, since there was nothing at home for him anyway, and he hated drinking alone. There was a knock at the door and he looked up to see her standing there, all legs and breasts. Her curly blond hai...
Very nearly 55, I can now retire from my employment as a corporate insurance saleswomen if I wish. Family requirements dictate that I and all other family members work until this age (twenty hours per week minimum at age 45, of at which I took full advantage of) in order to benefit from near unlimited incoming royalties. However, my firm has asked me to stay...
This is a fantasy written by me for fun. It contains humiliation and spanking so be warned. All characters are over the age of 25. ***** I am excited, anxious, fearful, and aroused, as I sit on this airplane heading 1500 miles from home. Am I really doing this I wonder to myself? I am sitting in first class going to meet a man I have met once. I have pulle...
My name is Luke, but you can call me Lulu, and my favorite color is black. Most people don't have a favorite color, not really, but I'm not most people, so believe me when I say I have a very strong attachment to black. Just let me take you through a typical day and you'll see what I mean. I wake up early, while the night sky is still black outside and get...
It had been a couple of weeks since my girlfriend, Kim, and her eighteen year-old sister, Katie, had hooked up on Kim's couch. Katie left town for a couple of weeks to visit family in California, and Kim and I finally got to have some relaxing time at home without the stress that Katie's general laziness put on the household. Still, I couldn't help but miss...
Ned watched the pixel-generated stripper dance on his computer screen. She was curvaceous and supple; contorting into sensual poses that displayed the exact image she knew captured a man's interest. And Ned was definitely interested. He squiggled in his seat, trying to relieve a bit of the crowding in his crotch. It was always this way for Ned, a balance bet...
The view from his seat wasn't as good as he hoped for. Sitting down at the front of class was a new thing for Dave. He figured he might get a flash of stocking, or at the very least a peek at that lacy bra he had seen the outline of through her blouse as she had reached up to write at the top of the blackboard. Miss Cross was in her late 20's and small enoug...