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It was Amy’s big occasion, the day she was to be recognised for her photography and she’d chosen me as her date. At only sixteen, I wasn’t really prepared for a fancy gala at the Royal Photographic Society in Bristol, but it meant the world to her.
She’d worked hard and today she was going to accept the Young Photographer of the Year Award - the first step on a glittering career.
I’d known Amy for a couple of years and we’d grown close but never gone out. She had dated a friend of mine and my first real girlfriend had also been a classmate of Amy’s. But now we were both young and single - hell, we were only kids.
Tonight she looked magnificent, her hair pulled back and an amateur attempt at makeup paired perfectly with her with her blue and white flared dress - all a teenage boy could ever want. I felt inadequate but well dressed in a grey suit, tie and my favourite Church’s Oxfords.
Too young to drive, we had been driven to the event by Amy’s overtly-proud parents. Together we wandered around the exhibit, grabbing canapés and glasses of champagne from the silver trays as they glided by.
Finally, we reached the section dedicated to her. It was the first time she had seen her work blown up so large and on public display. Even to my non-expert eye, I could see the beauty in her pictures, a study of the seasons over Chepstow Castle. Everything from sunrises and sets to a meteor shower during the height of summer.
Her parents simply gushed at how proud they were of her and the hard work she’d put in.
Then the speeches began. The crowd gathered together looking at the podium. Amy being six inches shorter than me, stood in front with her parents to my right. As the speaker began talking about Amy and her work I felt an overwhelming sense of joy and emotion towards Amy.
Reaching forward I put my hands around her waist and hugged her.
“Well done,” I whispered, “you’ve done an amazing job - I’m so proud of you.”
She didn’t say a word and just pulled me tighter, stirring a growing stiffness in my trousers. Feeling my excitement, and out of sight of her parents, she reached her left hand behind her and squeezed my cock and balls. I didn’t know what to think but nearly came on the spot.
By 10 pm the ceremony was over. Amy had her award and a newly-won camera, now we were making our way home in her parents’ car. The journey was interminable, we sat in the back seat unable to talk about what had happened given the company we were in.
Arriving home Amy announced we were going to her room to watch a movie she had rented earlier in the day (yes an actual VHS from a rental store - those were the days). Her parents didn’t object, just saying not to stay up too late.
“I’m just going to get changed,” she said as we climbed the stairs. “See you in a couple of minutes.”
I dashed to my room and changed from my suit to my usual teenage uniform of jeans and a T-shirt.
Entering her room, where I’d been many times before, I saw she had put on a long T-shirt and shorts. We then did exactly as she had said and settled down on a pile of cushions on the floor to watch the movie.
We still hadn’t mentioned what happened at the gala and I was too shy to bring it up.
As we sat watching the newly-released Reservoir Dogs Amy leant on my shoulder, her head nestled gently next to mine. Reactively I put my arm around her and pulled her close.
I didn’t even notice as she placed her hand on my chest and rolled her leg over mine - suddenly that’s just where we were.
She looked up drawing my gaze and before I knew it we were kissing. Tentative at first, her lips barely brushed mine as she sought unspoken permission. As our lips parted I stared into her eyes and for the first time in my life saw longing - a sheer desire for me.
Bringing my hand to her cheek I drew her mouth to mine and kissed her deeply. Our tongues meeting for the first time, dancing around each other in a silent tango of lust.
Within seconds Amy twisted her body and climbed on my lap grabbing my face with both hands as her tongue probed the deepest recesses of my mouth.
“I want you,” she said in between passionate kisses, “I want you now.”
With a new sense of purpose, my hands slid down her back to her firm ass squeezing her well-defined cheeks as much as possible. I could feel her years of dressage and showjumping had certainly paid off.
Without hesitation she grabbed her top and pulled it clear, releasing her gorgeous breasts - the first I’d ever seen in the flesh.
“You like?” she asked coyly.
The expression on my face didn’t need translating and she was sure that I did.
Hardly believing my luck, I leant forward taking a tit in my mouth, all the time running my hands up and down her naked back as I pulled her to me. As I teased her nipples and fondled her boobs she moved away slightly lifting my T-shirt over my head.
For the first time, I was skin to skin with a semi-naked girl!
Amy could feel my desire growing and rubbed herself across my swollen cock as her tits pressed firmly into my chest.
Sitting topless on my lap she looked at me and whispered: “We need to be quiet, my parents are in the next room.”
Grabbing the top of my jeans she began unbuttoning them without a word. Instinctively I lifted my butt to make things easier for her.
There she was between my legs with just my boxers between her and my throbbing dick. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. 'What do I do? Will she like my cock? Will I do it right? My god, I’m about to see a pussy!, What the fuck do I do with a pussy?' and many more.
But before I had a chance to process anything she whipped my boxers down and was staring at my package - at least she didn’t look disappointed!.
Taking it in her hand she bent down and guided it towards her mouth. It’s impossible to describe that initial sensation. The wet warmth of her mouth engulfing my swollen head, the feel of her breath against my balls, and the incredible sensation of her hand on my shaft. Each one a new and almost unbearable experience.
Within moments I could feel my balls grow tight and knew I was going to cum. Still too shy to say anything I simply grunted: “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” as I came in Amy’s mouth.
It clearly wasn’t her first time and despite no warning, she took every drop of my first ever load with someone else without flinching. Catching my breath I looked down and caught her eye as she sucked the last drop from my tip.
“That was incredi…” I started
“Was that your first time?” she asked with a smile.
I’m sure she already knew the answer but I stammered: “Yes… and it was…”
Before I finished she winked at me and stood up. Wearing just a pair of loose shorts and despite her diminutive stature, she towered over me.
“W-w-what now?” I mumbled.
Amy reached down and took my hand pulling me up and into a deep embrace, her heaving breasts pressed into my chest as her tongue darted into my mouth. Still (naively) unsure of what to do, my palms pawed across her naked back dragging her tighter and tighter to me.
Grabbing my hands Amy slammed them onto her ass, saying: “You really can’t take a hint can you?”
With our bodies locked together and my hands gripping her ass cheeks, we fell onto her bed. Our tongues battled as I explored her body.
Nervously, I slid my hand down her stomach towards her shorts, she didn’t resist for a second as my fingers dived beneath her waistband and into her underwear. Further down they went, through a mound of pubic hair and between her thighs.
I felt her warmth long before I reached it but her wetness was totally unexpected. As a virgin, the sheer excitement of reaching for her pussy was out of this world, regardless of whether I could see it or not.
The moment my fingers touched her soaking slit, Amy grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, her tongue diving into my mouth once more.
“Mmm,” she moaned as I slid my fingers down my very first cunt.
Eager to see what I was playing with, I pulled down her shorts and panties. The first thing that hit me was the intoxicating aroma, nothing like a boys’ changing room or my balls. A unique scent that begged me to get closer; a strong yet delicate fragrance, a mix of musk and passion, femininity and desire - totally unique and desirable.
Looking down I caught my first glimpse of a woman. She had a full mound of light brown pubes speckled with her own juices and then her pussy! I’d never seen anything like it outside of magazines and didn't really know what to do with it.
Sensing my panic, and confident beyond her years Amy looked at me and said: “Lick it.”
With a new-found confidence, I parted her legs further and moved between them, my face now inches from her hairy pussy. To this day, the scent of an aroused cunt is the most intoxicating smell I can imagine and I credit Amy for that.
Inhaling her aroma I dived in - still not knowing what I was doing - I ran my tongue her entire length before the taste hit me. The sweet tang of her juices was like nothing before. Imagine you’d taken the finest wine, some soft, sweet fruit and added desire. It was a taste I could enjoy every day for the rest of my life.
Feeling more like a gynaecologist than a lover I stared dumbstruck between her thighs. As they fell open her lips began to part revealing the delicate pink folds of her interior. Without thinking I simply opened her further and stuck my tongue deep inside and wiggled it around.
“Mmm, oh yes, mmm,” she moaned - clearly I was doing something right.
“Mmm, don’t stop, mmm,” she muttered as I slid first one, then another finger inside her - my god how wonderful that felt as her young passage clasped onto my exploring digits.
Now I was getting into my stride. She liked my tongue, and my fingers seemed to be working so I just kept going. Before I knew it she was moaning loudly (nearly too loudly), bucking her hips against my face as her pussy clamped on my fingers and her hot cum shot over my hand.
As I looked up I proudly, I saw Amy biting her lip and gripping her pillow tightly to avoid screaming out.
By now my cock was raging once again thanks to my youth. Amy reached to her bedside table and grabbed a condom. Ripping it open with her teeth she sat up and eased it onto my erection.
Despite what had gone before I still couldn’t actually believe I was about to have sex - this was not how I had envisaged this evening going.
As soon as she had my cock covered she told me to lie down, so we switched positions. I gasped as she straddled me and watched in awe as she slid onto my engorged dick. Those puffy pink lips opening to welcome me inside.
At first, there was an initial resistance as my bulbous head nudged its way in, swiftly followed by the warming embrace of her tight tunnel.
Without a pause, Amy slid down until she was sat firmly on my lap, my cock stuck deep within her. Leaning forward she grabbed my face and devoured it - stabbing her tongue into me and grinding her hips against my shaft.
I’m not proud of it, but mere moments afterwards with Amy’s hot, tight pussy clamped onto me and her riding me vigorously I was bursting to cum.
“Ugh, ugh, I’m going to…” I started.
Before I could finish my sentence Amy put her finger on my lips and bucked her hips even harder. As my orgasm ripped through me, I buried my face in her shoulder as I fired shot after shot of cum into her.
Totally spent and heaving for breath our eyes locked on each other and she lunged in to kiss me once more. As we parted, Amy climbed off me and sauntered to her walk-in closet, my eyes following her every step of the way.
After she pulled a fresh nightshirt on she came over to me and whispered: “We need to get you back to your room and my parents need to hear you leave.”
I quickly pulled off the condom, threw it away and dressed. As I headed out, Amy and I made sure to talk loudly about the movie which had finished without us paying any attention and made fake plans for tomorrow.
Back in my room, I collapsed into bed with a mixture of elation, passion and exhaustion mixed with an underlying fear of failure and dread that I had not lived up to expectations. Despite my reservations, I fell sound asleep.
Dreaming deeply I was roused with a hand firmly grasping my cock - instantly I was awake. Looking over my shoulder I saw Amy smiling at me: “Morning sleepy. My parents are at work already.”
Not wanting to miss the opportunity I pulled her towards me as I rolled onto my back. To my surprise she resisted. Then to my delight, she grabbed her nightshirt and pulled it off - leaving her standing naked in front of me once more.
Climbing on top of me I could feel her pussy against my bare stomach and within seconds my dick was fully erect behind her as she draped her tits over my face.
Keen to please I grabbed them and kneaded their beautifully soft flesh before taking the nipples into my mouth.
But what I was most interested in was rubbing against my stomach. As we kissed I could smell the sweet aroma of her cunt as it grew wetter and wetter.
“I want to fuck you again,” Amy said.
Desperate to taste her again I replied: “I want to lick you again!”
Almost instantly I felt her naked vagina drag up my chest and over my mouth.
“Are you going to make me cum again?” she asked.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t reply as my face was swamped by her delicious cunt.
I didn’t need encouragement now and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me as my tongue delved deep inside. I was licking from the back to the front lapping as hard and fast as I could.
That was when I spotted it, just inches from my nose and literally begging for attention.
I’d discovered the clitoris.
Carefully I pulled Amy lower so my tongue could touch her clit. Softly I licked, at first a single, light pass to ensure I was doing the right thing.
“Ohh, yes, do that again,” she said.
With the green light to continue, I felt emboldened and started teasing her firm jewel, taking my time to ensure maximum pleasure. My focus clearly paid off and soon Amy was grinding her pussy against my face with urgency.
“Mmm, ahh, ahh, that’s it, right there, right there,” she moaned as I felt her orgasm building. Within seconds she clamped her thighs against my head and bore down even harder, screaming out loud as a powerful orgasm coursed through her body.
If the taste and scent of a pussy is near to heaven then the sensation of a woman cumming on your face actually is heaven and I savoured every second of my first experience.
Her body, damp with sweat, lay on top of me as her waves of pleasure subsided. We rested there in a loving embrace for what seemed like an eternity, my cock throbbing so hard it threatened to burst.
Once recovered Amy slid off my chest and reached for my dick, delving into my boxers. She gently started tugging it up and down as she snuggled next to me.
“So are you going to fuck me?” she whispered seductively into my ear.
Without hesitation, I ripped my boxer shorts off and looked around for a condom. Now I sincerely regretted not bringing my own protection.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked pathetically.
Amy told me to go and grab one from her bedside table and I leapt from the bed and rushed naked to her room, tearing the packet open as I returned.
Greeting me as I entered my room was a perfect picture that is etched into my mind for all time. Amy on all fours, her ass and pussy pointed right at me.
“I always like it from behind,” she smiled.
Carefully approaching her, I rolled the condom on and tried to casually slide my engorged member into her. But being so inexperienced I failed miserably. Reaching behind her, Amy grabbed my cock and expertly guided it to her soaking opening.
Today it felt even tighter than the previous night. As I eased inside I could feel every inch of her pussy firmly clasping onto me as if she was trying to juice an orange.
However, now I felt more in control, plus I couldn’t see the look of passion on her face or (more importantly) her gorgeous tits and was determined that this time I would last longer.
Taking my time I thrust in and out holding her hips the whole time. Each time I felt my balls contract, I slowed my pace and tried to think of anything else. Relishing every move, my confidence rose and my pace along with it.
Soon I was properly fucking Amy, my thighs slapping against her ass cheeks and I could hear her excitement.
“Oh yes, that’s it. Don’t stop, please,” she begged as I slid in and out of her.
As her screams got louder, I knew she was going to cum once again and allowed my own orgasm to build. Pushing harder and faster than ever, our bodies moved in unison towards a combined finish. Hearing her moaning crescendo was enough to push me over the edge.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” I grunted as I came deep inside Amy and collapsed on top of her, my dick popping out of her as we fell.
There we lay panting hard trying to catch out breath our sweat-drenched bodies drained.
“You’re a fast learner,” she gasped.
“Well I have a great teacher,” I cheesily replied as Amy turned to hug me.
Gradually our breathing slowed as we held each other close.
“We should clean up. Want to join me for a shower?” she asked hoping out of bed.
Like a dutiful puppy, I followed her to the bathroom and into the shower.
Basking in the afterglow of sex she looked beautiful to me as the hot water sprayed all over her. I remember thinking she looked like a commercial for some shampoo advert as she pulled her wet hair from her face.
I couldn’t take my eyes from Amy as the water cascaded down her chest, across her breasts and over her body.
“Wash my back?” she asked flirtatiously while turning around.
The glass door steamed up as the temperature rose and I stared as the torrent from the shower ran down the arch of her back across her firm butt.
Grabbing the shower gel, I keenly began soaping her back anticipating the moment the lather would reach those pert cheeks. The moment they did I took my opportunity to wash, caress and squeeze her behind. Boy, was I appreciative of all the toning those years of horse riding had provided her cute derrière.
“That feels nice,” she said pulling me close, my cock sliding between her cheeks.
It wasn’t until years later that I discovered anal sex, otherwise I might have taken different actions. But the feeling of my dick pointing skywards slipping back and forth in soapy heaven was immense.
Despite having orgasmed just ten minutes or so earlier my erection was as firm as ever (oh, the joys of being young). Reaching around I took her tits in my hands using them to create leverage for my thrusting.
“Mmm, that’s wonderful,” she moaned.
My pace and intensity quickened and the tightening began in my scrotum signalling another climax was on its way.
“Amy?” suddenly another voice pierced the thick air. “Amy, are you here?”
“Fuck, that’s my mother!” she exclaimed. Now panic filled the room and she pushed me away, quickly washing the bubbles from her lithe body.
“I have to go. You stay here for a while then get dressed and come downstairs,” she stated, urgently grabbing a towel for her hair and a bathrobe.
With that, she was gone. Despite the fear of being discovered my hardness remained and I couldn’t get the image of her wet, naked body out of my mind. It only took a stroke or two for me to fire another load of semen straight down the plughole.
Now I’d had my release, I quickly shampooed and washed to ensure I’d be clean and free of the scent of sex. I got out, dried off, returned to my room and got dressed.
Nervously, I tiptoed down the stairs to find Amy and her mother sat at the kitchen table casually having coffee.
“Morning,” she said, “Do you want a coffee? Amy told me she had to wake you up - you must have slept well.”
“That would be lovely,” I replied.
“I thought I’d pop home to make you both lunch,” she said, handing me a steaming mug of coffee.
My panic slowly subsided as it dawned on me that she had no idea what we’d been up to.
“That’s very kind of you,” I said, glancing over to see the smirk on Amy’s face as she excused herself to get dressed.
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Mind ControlDisclaimer: I Don't Either of these people, they own themselves. This is a work of fiction, I am not implying anything ever happened between these two people. I am not making any kind of a profit of this story. Daffney grinned and applied her lip gloss, tonight ...
Slavery in our TimePart 1 – Her Strange FascinationLaura walked down the aisle gazing at all the merchandise around her. Since she was a child, Laura had always been fascinated with the selection of slaves at the department store. Highclass was a superior department store and the quality of the slaves was high. Highclass offered a wide selection of quality slaves from domestics and nannies to gardeners and chefs. Slaves varied in price due to a number of factors such as age, health,...
I have been crossdressing since my mid-teens, from sneaking a pair of my sister's knickers to sneaking into the gardens of my parents' neighbors and pinching underwear from washing lines. In my late teens, when I found girls and sex, I purged any clothing that I had and managed to put the ’urge’ behind me. I settled down and got married.Unfortunately for me (or not?), my wife liked to wear very sexy underwear, stockings, and very revealing outfits. This meant there were a lot of these ‘things’...
CrossdressingA loud knock startled her from her trance. Running to the door, and flinging it open, she could see 7 very large men, towering iver her 5'1" petite frame. "But where is everyone else?" she asked, disappointed. They had promised her a group of 27, and she had reserved 2 whole nights for this. "Dont worry about it whore, theyre coming" the closest man replied, as he shoved her down onto the floor. Then the men started filing in.. one after another. Some of them spat on her as they passed....
Friday night had arrived and as usual, I was at the sex club early to assume duties as a greeter for any first-time visitors. Quickly, I changed into black latex shorts and a pair of black boots ready for the night to begin. After setting up the equipment in the dungeon I returned to the bar waiting for the guests to arrive.Slowly the room began to fill with the usual mix of friendly faces. By now I was well known to the clientele and almost everyone greeted me with a hug, handshake or kiss. As...
BDSMThis is my third transformation story but my first straight up transgender romp. I'm a fairly new author and I'm striving to improve. Hopefully the story will be enjoyable and thank you for reading. Club Orb: First Timers "C'mon! Please come to the club, I know it's not your thing but I swear you'll have a lot of fun. My personal guarantee -- we will both get laid." Danny attempted to bribe his extremely undersexed buddy Jack. "That's... not really something you can...
I have been crossdressing in private since I was young. Now in my late forties and after three failed marriages, I had decided to step outside as Jessica.So after a lot of planning over several months, the day had finally come.I stepped in the bath as JD and shaved any hairs on my body that should not be there. It did not take long as I had been preparing my body for weeks to be smooth. I stepped out of the bath as Jessica and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around myself just like any...
CrossdressingStephanie's Slavery Synopsis After complaining that her boss was a slave driver, Stephanie is forced to really become his slave.Stephanie's Slavery by obohoboWarning The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF NC Spank Rom If you are underage or offended by such material or, if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or...
A Day of Firsts by Kathy Nelson [email protected] (c):Kathryn Nelson, 1998 It was one of those hectic work periods where I was putting in 70 to 80 hours a week. You know, when there's no time for anything else in your life except the job. But, thank god the rush was over and it looked like things were going to calm down. Friday night had come around and I was going home at a decent hour. I even had the whole weekend off and I was ready to celebrate. Well, more like...
The bar was crowded for the big football game. Standing room only. I was alone but hoped to find another regular to watch the game with. I ordered a beer and resigned myself to a disappointing spectacle. A good game was much more enhanced when watching with a familiar face or two. Halfway through my beer, I see Jim walk in. Jim was a guy a frequently chatted with and we really hit it off. He was the perfect guy to watch the game with. I flagged him over, shook hands and told him "Looks like...
SeductionMy 4th Bi experience happened that night of my 3rd experience. I'll never forget it was on a Saturday,Sept 24 1983. I was 16. It was 7:16 pm when I looked at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time. My parents were down the street at another neighbors house. I was sitting in my bedroom wondering what time I should go over to Charles house the anticipation was killing me. Earlier that day he asked if I wanted to come over tonight but what time should I go? I had occasionally looked out...
Eric watched with unblinking eyes as the tiny panties revealed a small but erect cock hidden underneath, and that was another first for him. The stunning woman before him had just pulled her panties down and revealed a cock and he was not repulsed. Tonya's head was bowed in shame with this act. To her, it was like showing off a birth defect. Eric responded by placing his fist under her chin and gently raised it up and looked her in the eyes. He gave her a warm smile and then removed his boxer...
TransDuring the last few years I developed an interest in being with a couple. I can’t say exactly why, maybe because I masturbated in front of and with other males before, like to be watched, it just so happened.So I put an ad out there and started talking to some couples. One of them appeared to be very nice, also first timers and we hit a “vibe”.We basically all agreed on meeting and maybe just looking, nothing serious. This is even more erotic, look but don’t touch?We met shortly after dark, I...
Tracey looked out of the air plane window and wondered what awaited her on the ground below.They were approaching the imaginatively named Zonga International Airport, in the capital city of Zonga in the country of Zonga. Why choose different names when one will do thought Tracey wryly.Not that many people had heard of Zonga up until two years ago, with good reason, it was a backward little country on the eastern side of Africa with one capital city which was also it's only port, and not much...
Return to slavery by Rowena Return to slavery by Rowena Rachel sat in her beautifully appointed office ,dressed elegantly in the latest and most tasteful fashion a white silk blouse buttoned to the neck, a smart black skirt to just below the knee, her long blond hair piled high on her head, so very different to the slutty clothes she wore when she was a slavegirl so long ago. She sighed contentedly. She was now a successful and rich business woman. She enjoyed her power and wealth....
CROSSDRESSING CHARLIE Episode 9 EVERYBODY'S CRAZY "What are we going to do now?" Charlie yelled over the loud rush of passing cars. "I don't know!" cried Rachel, tears streaming down her face. "Well we can't just hang around the streets all night!" shouted Charlie. Rachel didn't say anything back. She continued to walk briskly ahead of Charlie as if she knew where she was going. Dusk was rapidly descending into night and the skyline of the distant city buildings was...
Sweet And Sentimental by Throne I was at my computer, dressed in panties and my long, pink-champagne nightgown. What I was wearing felt so good against my smooth satiny skin. Instead of one of my wigs I had my natural hair, which is collar- length, up in ponytails at the sides of my head. For make-up I had on just a touch of blush and some pink-tinted lip gloss. I was in the middle of reading a newly posted story on my favorite site, Make Believe Mania, when I heard the front door...
It was late Monday afternoon and Cindy Adams had just come home from another day at her job as a receptionist for a large bank. Amanda Clark, her best friend and roomate, was already home when Cindy arrived. Amanda and Cindy had known each other from their college days, sharing a dorm room there as well. They had gotten to be good friends, and it seemed only natural that after college they continue their friendship. Although neither girl considered herself a lesbian, they had shared more than a...
Office SexThis is a story about a young and very naive white girl's travels through submissive interracial sex and slavery. After reading about these terrible events in history her guilt has become an obsession to right the terrible wrongs that many young black girls had to endure as a slave over 150 years ago! She eventually sees herself as a white slave girl to black abusive slave owners, quite the reverse of what actually happened. Sybil was a most interesting young woman she had grown up in...
DIVORCED INTO SLAVERY By Ivorygirl Carla could find no comfortable position in the dark, dank cell in which she’d found herself alone, her hands cuffed behind her back and bound to her cuffed feet and both attached to a chain imbedded middle ways up in the wall. At the moment, the best she could do with her curled legs beneath her was to remain on her knees on the small cot that put her up just high enough and lean sideways against the wall. The chain she was hooked to didn’t allow for much...
Stuck with tidying the sports storage shed, Lewis moaned and grunted with anger as his mates ran back to the changing rooms to get changed and go home. The only upside was he was alone with miss crow, a young thin sports teacher that was extremely atractive. Miss crow was about 25, 5’3 and had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were DD her waist was thin while her hips were wide for her size. In contrast with Lewis he stood at 6’7 and his shoulders were wide and waist was thin. Even...
SPELLS r' US: Showtime By Raven Jeff was a drama student at the university. Ever since he was a little boy he wanted to be an actor. Jeff grew up watching all of the old greats: Errol Flynn, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., and all of the swashbuckling heros. In truth, that is how he pictured him- self. The modern movies just couldn't capture the "daring-do" of the old black and whites! Jeff was convinced that when he became a star, he would be able to bring...
SAVING AMY PART 5: SHOWTIME "So you will tell me if she does anything stupid, right?" Even through the tinny speaker, there were clear overtones of concern in the question. Alyssa glanced down at the phone on the dressing table, then resumed brushing her lustrous hair. "Sure," she replied, but then sighed. "Only..." "Only what?" Alyssa hesitated. "Only, by 'stupid', I assume you mean something other than letting herself get fucked by fifteen horny old dudes and swallowing so...
Showtime "Gentlemen and lady. We have a new delight for you for one night only. Fresh from the streets of downtown Bangkok I give you an English whore originally known as Thomas but as you can see from her tattoos now known as Felicity." Collared I was led out onto the stage wearing just a black bra filled with large breast forms and black nylon bikini panties. I had been abducted and now I was to be the star of a seedy sex show. I was forced onto my hands and knees. Whilst most Thai...
“We are both naked sitting on high stools facing each other. We are both going to watch each other receive oral sex from people we have never met before. “A male we have never met before is standing behind me teasing my nipples with his fingertips. His lady is watching as she prepares to tongue fuck me. “Or perhaps a female we have never met before is is standing behind me teasing my nipples with her fingertips. Her man is watching as he prepares to tongue fuck me. “And the same for you. A...
Bravery of the Nameless by Arcie Emm At the fence-line she stopped, staring at her home, and wondering if it was safe to return to the unhappy house. Were her parents still yelling at each other or had winter settled between the two? Would her return draw their glacial stares? Probably. And it was so unfair, she was not to blame. She was never to blame, just the easiest. As a female, despite being oldest, she was always judged, maybe not as worthless, but definitely as worth less...
The sun was just peaking through the over cast sky, pushing its way in through the curtains and across my sleep crusted eyes. I blinked and stretched up, arching my back as the soft cotton sheet slipped down. It felt luxurious and I reveled in the rare opportunity to sleep in with no obligation, school, or extracurricular activity to take my time. Rolling over, my legs rubbed against each other smoothly as they tangled in those worn sheets. I yawned and listened carefully. No sounds permeated...
Last October at my sister’s 35th birthday dinner, my brother feels the need to inform the entire table of my old thumb-sucking habit. I was really surprised anyone remembered, but apparently the way I went about my little rituals, is strange and fun to bring up at inappropriate times. My family, especially my brother, enjoys watching me squirm and fidget because I am the only one left with secrets apparently. I sat across the table a bit embarrasses but struggled with the comments. I look to my...
We lived with our parents, Jayne and Dave. My brother and I are the only two children. We live in the South of England, so in the winter months, it is usually cold, and raining a lot, which meant that there was little to do except stay inside and play video games. It was mid-December, not much more than a month after my 13th birthday, when, on the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, I played football with some friends. Unlike my friends, I didn’t exactly have a masculine...
You and the stranger both like Roleplaying. Stranger: hi I'm Marcus 22 m US You: Ok so Im your son's girlfriend, Alex. 5'5 Wavy red hair, Nice tits D-Cup. You hate me because you think im only dating your son for his money. Your son is on a trip and asked me to check on the house. You come home and find me sitting on the couch in a tight, white tank top, a lacy red bra, and shorts that barley cover my ass, which has nothing but a black thong on it, doing my nails and reading fashion...
‘You’re thinking about Simone again, aren’t you?’ Amanda asked me. My wife had this uncanny way of knowing my thoughts regardless of what I was thinking. She knew me well. She could tell if I was thinking about putting on the winter tires, buying an overly expensive gift for one of the kids, moving money from one investment to another, or, in this case, thinking about Simone. Of course she knew all about my history with Simone and that there were things about her with which she could never...
After the workout, the three of us went upstairs and had some juice and coffee. Joa said she’d make breakfast for us, but wanted to shower first. A good idea, we all agreed, was putting showers on the morning’s agenda. Once upstairs in our room, I stripped out of my workout clothes. Simone had done the same before me and I enjoyed watching her naked body do the mundane things that two people do when they’re close. She brought over a basket for my sweaty clothes and threw them in on top of...