Why on Earth do I do this to myself? I wondered, my face visibly flushed, and my hand clenched into a fist just inches away from my throbbing, aching pussy. I wasn't allowed to orgasm. I had been instructed to wait. I knew if I succeeded in following that order, I would be granted not just one incredible climax, but many. Even so, my self-control was tenuous...
Since her last messy escapade, Sam had been hoping for another similar opportunity. McNoodle King had been the perfect place for her to live out her newfound fetishes without too much risk. She'd even done an especially good job of cleaning up after herself - partly because her actions had made a thorough cleaning a necessity but partly because she hoped the...
Andrea Knight -- currently the only female merchant bank MD in the City - wrinkles her nose in contempt, sighs and stamps an expensively shod foot in exasperation. Meanwhile the object of her ire, a certain Mr Hain, makes his way across the marbled atrium of Fields Bank. Given the chance she'd ban the annoying man from the premises, but the chairman, Sir Jon...
Boarding the bus had taken a while, since Covid still complicated matters. He was in a hurry to leave town. A tall, dark-skinned man of African descent, looking impatiently at his watch, just another would-be passenger in a crowd. Ronald Temple kept looking behind him, past the portly white dude with the Chinese girlfriend, and past the Sikh gentleman with t...
Chapter 5: The Pick Up Bar Warning: This is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. We walked into the club together. I politely opened the door for Lori, allowed her to pass, and then quickly leapt up t...
Lori Sanders breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door of her apartment. Her workday was officially over. Kicking off her high-heels, the gorgeous blonde rushed for the bathroom, pulling off her cum-stained skirt and blazer along the way and dropping them carelessly on the hallway floor. She turned on the shower and washed away the memories of the da...
Jessica looked at her watch and sighed in frustration. 6:30 already! The happy hour had started at 5:30 and at this rate it was going to be at least 7pm before she got there. Not a good way to keep Patrick's interest in her. She'd promised to meet him at 6:00; he'd probably understand, but then again, maybe he wouldn't. They'd only been out a few times, so t...
So by now I knew that Linda was willing to take my dick and satisfy me whenever she was over doing chores at my house, which was two-three days per week. I also knew that at this point in my summer, my brothers were going to be in school for another couple of weeks. This left me with 2-3 days per week where I had Linda and her hot body all to myself between...
Continued from Chapter 3: While working deep undercover for the CIA in Pakistan, he routinely crossed the border to Afghanistan and Pakistan. From where he was perched atop of a hill, he could see the borders of both countries. At the time he was there, he overlooked a six-man band of Navy SEALS who were obviously on a mission. Even without binoculars or th...
My Jennifer was being repeatedly fucked by every other guy at the party and she was clearly enjoying every last penetration. Her skin was shiny with perspiration as her hips repeatedly quivered then shuddered. Despite her mental reservations she was physically responding to the repeated penetrations. It was as if she couldn't help herself. The mind was resis...