Chapter 4 - Swingers' Club Visit With Joan December 13th - First Time At The Swingers' Club. No morning blowjob today. We relax all day. We invite Joan out for supper at a restaurant. We have a nice meal and a few drinks to loosen us up. We're all kind of nervous. We all decide to be fashionably late to the orgy. Joan heads home at 7:15pm promising to be r...
1,570 AQ – TANGLEWOOD, A TOWN ON THE CONTINENT CORINA. Ulily was talking politics again. Grun's ale always did that to him, making post-patrol nightcaps at the Have Another alehouse especially grueling for Nard. "Heads up their asses, the whole lot of em!" Ulily bellowed, slamming his mug on the table. "I'll tell you this (hic) tell you this right now. Ne...
Mr. Johannson's balls were slapping my chin with such ferocity I was afraid I was hurting him. Kneeling above my face, holding my head in place, he brutally shoved his hard cock in-and-out of my mouth while his scrotum banged into my face. If I hadn't been so incredibly turned-on, I would have thought the act of force-fucking my open mouth to be demeaning a...
Renee sits in the desk next to mine. I am enchanted with the fact she has just one leg. She walks using wooden crutches and never seems to mind being 'crippled' as most people call her. "Erika," the third grade teacher says harshly and I again face forward rather than ogling Renee. Thankfully, the bell rings for lunch and I grab my brown lunch bag. "Want...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older. All characters are over 18, hell, most are over 40. * Ch. 1 - Single again, looking for love.......
Aspen checked the address twice when she finally reached the home located near the top of a low mountain in Northwest Arkansas. The wooden mailbox had the correct address, but the path from the road led to a beautiful multi-level home with large paneled windows in the front, a balcony with a small table and two chairs on the next level, and a double-door ent...
The loud sounds of hands, banging on a wooden plank diminished the image of Pankaj as Sapna stirred out of her sweet dream to face the reality of another hard day at work. With much labor she opened her eyes to see the red hearts dangling over the poster of Hrithik Roshan, the matinee idol, heartthrob of billions across India and maybe another million across...
© Copyright 2015 - All rights reserved - Mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Neil... we need to talk." He stood at the end of the hallway, staring at his wife as she sat on the loveseat. The somber expression on her pretty face made his heart flutter. She didn't appear to be upset, or distraught. But Ann's body language told him she was serious, and he froze, wonderi...
"Mf." What's that? A pretty voice I don't quite recognize, off to my left...right where my elbow just went. I open my eyes, and I don't recognize where I am. Sunlight shafts in through a window above my head, illuminating laundry baskets filled with folded laundry, a sliding closet door half-open on racks of sensible girlwear--nope, this is surely not my...
She sat confidently and comfortably across from him, her skirt short, though not so much as to be inappropriate for a job interview, but enough to be alluring to a potential male employer. She displayed a reasonable amount of tanned thigh; again not so much as to be lewd for the occasion, but enough for him to take appreciable notice. Pretending to look over...