Brunette Blonde
- 2 years ago
- 24
- 0
I was running late. I always run late. It isn’t that I am lazy, I just always seem to lose track of the time. Or more appropriately, I lose track of how long I have had a women’s legs wrapped around me in the morning. I would rather be late then miss my morning bliss. I work in an office downtown across from the Imax. There’s nothing special about it. The business is the corporate office for a paper manufacturer. Or so it would seem. As I got off the train and walked the two blocks down the...
Straight SexBrunette - By ZeDD The alarm radio started blaring out ?I want you to want me,? which rocked me from the sound sleep I was in into instant awareness. Shocked, yet still unable to think straight I swatted the little box off my small table and sent it into something that broke like little glasses. Bolting upright, I could only mash my fists together in anger as the remainder of my project for school fell to the floor, little pieces of glass that would no doubt shred the bottom of my...
My blonde Experience part 2 Blonde/Brunette Warfare My blonde Experience part 2 Blonde/Brunette Warfare synopsis; This cute blue eyed blonde guy who resembles a cute Uma Thurman pissed me off so much by beating me in our first nude wrestling match That I needed a rematch badly and got one. This time it's a fight to the finish with this cute brown eyed brunette that resembles a cute Alanis Morissette. author; latinlover69 story codes; m/m,cbt,d/s,real,consensual,heavy Story; I...
It was a Saturday afternoon. As always I was traveling from place to place on business work. On occasions I stop by certain cities and do some sight seeing. New York is a wonderful place this time of year, the leaves are orange the floor is blanketed in snow, and people seem to be more cheery. I was walking through the JFK airport to get to the food court and grab a bite to eat before my next flight. And out of the corner of my eye I see a nice Brunette. She looks like she is in a...
My new neighbour walked over across the road and introduced himself as James. He told me that he and his wife moved over from Adelaide as he has a job here with the Customs department. He told me that his wife Rachel had wanted to live in this neighbourhood as she had it was a great quiet place to live in. James told me that they were both 24 and looking to start a family here. I welcomed James to the neighbourhood which he said thanks. We talked a while about work and the kind of social life...
InterracialIt was my sweetheart's birthday and she had no idea what her present was to be. She had once mentioned something special she wanted to try, but had no idea that she was about to receive a birthday like she had never had. I had made all the arrangements and we set off on a little road trip. We lived several states away from a group of very special friends. Friends who would be needed to pull off this little surprise. As we approached our destination, the house of a 'playtime' friend, I...
Blonded ? by: Josie Girly Here I am putting on my shopping outfit and I know where my wife is going to take me. She had made the appointment 2 weeks earlier at a bridal shop. After taking me for bridesmaid's gowns she thought it would be a good humiliation to have to go through the process of being a bride so that I can fully understand what females go through. I 'm wearing a black and white check shift dress, it is sleeveless and has buttons down the front with a v -neck front....
Hey guys, This is Rahul from Bangalore . I’ve been reading stories on Indian sex stories for the past couple of years and finally stand narrating my very own sexperience. Since this is my first story , a real story which happened a week ago and I would appreciate all the feedback I receive …please do write to me on my email – A little about myself , I am fair , on the slim side, fair , a diehard football fan, with a height of 5’9” and a tool length of 6.5” and a girth of 3” The girl of the...
To be honest, this week has been quite lame. Tina and me have not talked, I have not seen Sarah and I spent the week working at the cafe and preparing for coming exams. Remember the grindr boy I talked to at Saint Patrick's party? well, I did not even have time to hook up with him. He is not gorgeous, but looks worth a fuck. He is not super interested into me, at least he does not stalk, which I am thankful to him for. In terms of chaturbate, I finally had a change to broadcast yesterday...
I had just started at University, the days were long and hectic. Where are the lectures in this big building? And what's the difference between lectures and tutorials? And a seminar? What the hell does that even mean? I sighed impatiently at the back of the line, waiting to get a photo taken for The I.D Cards. I bit my bottom lip gently, a habit of mine when I got anxiety. I looked around the library. Everyone was so different at University yet all fit in at the same time in their own unique...
LesbianChristina grew into a very sexy and well-endowed young teenager and even though she had a rather petite figure and height, she had a nice set of tits sitting high and rounded on her chest. I always enjoyed seeing how Christina would dress and one style of clothing she seemed to have a real like for was those tops that appear as though they're designed to cover up the woman's budding tits but in fact, the way the tops are low cut is specifically designed to showcase the woman's cleavage and...
Introduction: This was just a spur of the moment story I wrote when my girlfriend/lover Jennifer was sending me dirty pics and my imagination got the better of me. Shhh, she doesnt know its here ,) –Finally! So close to being with her! She thought to herself and giggled somewhat naughtily. Laying back her head Jennifer said to herself, Ooooh, its driving me crazy just thinking about it! as her eyes closed and her petite hands wandered to her perky, firm tits around a B-cup, fondling them,...
She had a bed of her own, in a spacious lovely bedroom with drapes of gauze that fluttered like the softest wisps of clouds. She was alone in it, but by choice this time. No unkind chastity belt bit into her skin. Yet she had been wearied to the very bone and wanted only sleep. Her weeks of deprivation had culminated in the day’s adventure. What had begun as a public shaming and horrendous breaking of the most primal taboo – being bound and displayed to the eyes of all of Falcon Bay, and then...
Constance passed several miserable days in her lonely room. She was permitted to roam the fortress or the village, but escape was impossible because there was no way to leave the island save by ship. And all the ships were those of the Black Falcon’s fleet. They ranged from swift sloops to monstrous galleons bristling with cannons, and every man, woman, and child in Falcon Bay was loyal to the Merlions. She had Marie for company, and took a peculiar sort of comfort in knowing that her mother...
The Falcon fired a cannon blast, a single warning shot. It was apparent even to Constance that the Ricarda had no hopes of outrunning the other vessel. Whittington gave the order to come about, and surrender. ‘On your head be it,’ Cuthburt said to the captain, glowering darkly. The two of them had been arguing bitterly since the sighting of the pirate flag. Lord Cuthburt wished to fight. Captain Whittington said that those who resisted the pirates were treated in the most barbaric fashion....
--Surges of pleasure flooded through every inch of her body, making her spasm and breaths come in small gasps. She could feel her juices running out over her fingers, cumming so hard it almost hurt. It felt like a thousands pounds of pressure lifting off her pussy, letting the blood flow back in and out of my soft folds. When it finally faded away she started gently licking it off her fingers just as the door cracked open. --She froze with my middle finger in my mouth, gently biting it. She...
"I can see old Toby Fforbes now," I laughed, "Screwing this Turkish whore up against the wall of the whore house when," I laughed again, "He lost his balance and they fell sideways and." "Captain Darrowby please!" Miss Price chided as she walked beside me as we followed the rest of our party along the path beside the river Colne in the glorious afternoon sunshine. "Wrenched his member!" I added, "Groin strain they called it, three weeks in bloody sick bay and they gave him...
Craig Miller could smell her as she walked down the aisle of books; could envision her before she passed where he stood, leaning against the bookshelf. So he imagined her. From the gait in her walk, the smooth way her arms past her body, and natural deductive reasoning, he envisioned honey-blond hair, creamy tawny skin, and legs. The lovely vision coming his way did not pass, but turned down the same aisle, confirming his profile of her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him standing...
Naanum enathu nanbanum dress edukalam endru oru maalku sendru irunthom, appozhuthu car parkingil carai park seithu vittu kizhe irukum liftil sellalam endru angu sendru ul ponom. En nanban ulle sendru irukum pozhuthu iru kaathalargal nadanthu vanthu irunthaargal, naan athai paarthu iruvar varugiraargal endru sonnen. Appozhuthu lift operator sirithu neram liftai niruthi vaithu irunthaar, appozhuthu puthithaaga thirumanam aagi irukum iruvar vanthu irunthaargal. Athil puthiya manaivi miga sexyaaga...
This is the story of three friends, hot little 18-year old white girls who had been inseparable since girl guides and were now living in the same dorm early in their freshman year of college. Danielle, the green-eyed redhead, was raised Catholic and had become a stereotypical "nice girl" (she was also the athlete). Eva, the blue-eyed brunette (with a young Anna Kendrick/Sydney Sierota thing going on), was a rich snob used to getting her own way and liked to tease and manipulate men into doing...
Precious Princess Petra meets Molly Mallone in Paris, who looks for hot help in ordering something very erotic.Petra reads her hot thoughts through her great green eyes, so she offers her hot help for some sexy solutions.Precious Princess Petra, see her private photo below, is an expert at erotic writing as her granddad, poet Peter!Petra in Paris: source of some sexy stories to seduce our dear readers into intimate extatic erotic 'dirty dreams':Precious Princess Petra hot & horny hosted...
Hello readers, this is the story of how I managed to fuck one of my readers. I am Pratik, 22, a medico with a good physique and great flirting skills. I am originally from Belagavi, the northern part of Karnataka and this incident happened a few months back when I visited Bengaluru. Yo!! Get your cocks hard and panties wet and let’s go. Vidhi, 24 years old was an absolute rich milky beauty with a sharp nose, lusty hazel eyes, juicy lips, and hair till mid-back. Her stats stood at 34-28-34. A...
I was at a conference and it was boring as usual. The second night I went to the bar ordered a drink and sat there sipping on it. The bar was crowded and when a very petite brunette asked if anyone was sitting next to me I was so glad. She introduced herself as Marci and I said hello, I'm Ben. She had 2 drinks to my one and with each drink it seemed as though she was getting friendlier. Now I'm an average looking guy nothing to brag about but obviously she saw something she liked in me. We had...
She MalesThe meeting at the rendezvous point went according to Jacqueline’s plan. Constance remained aboard the Falcon, with a skeleton crew, as the longboats carrying the captain, her first mate, and an armed contingent of pirates escorted Lady Beatrice ashore. Marie, too, stayed behind. They used the spyglass to witness the exchange. Beatrice, her bruises bearing testament to her cruel handling, was nonetheless pretty in her gown of cobalt blue. She gave no outward sign of being the same woman who’d...
‘Go and fetch the Lady Beatrice,’ Jacqueline said. ‘See to it that she’s clean and dressed, and fit to meet her family.’ ‘You wish me to do this? I am no maidservant.’ Constance gestured to Marie, where the chestnut-haired girl was sleeping curled in a tangle of linens on the floor, in Constance’s makeshift bed. ‘Why not Marie?’ ‘Be sensible, Constance,’ scolded Jacqueline. ‘Do you imagine that Beatrice will be at all pleased to see our wicked little Marie? All matters considered?’ She...
Lord Cuthburt’s ship was the Ricarda, a stately vessel that proudly flew the British flag and held a crew of fifty stout men as well as a few women – a cook, maidservants, the captain’s wife. Most were having a night ashore, leaving the shop moored at the docks. In the cool darkness of the hour before sunrise, when the eastern horizon was touched with the faintest blush of rose, the deck was quiet. A sole watchman dozed by the mast, a lantern resting beside him. Constance crept aboard, her...
A balmy evening breeze stirred the curtains of Constance’s window. She tipped her face into the welcome scents of mingled salt air, flowers, and spicy food being cooked in the village below. Festival time. How she had loved the festivals as a girl! Strange to think of it like that. Only a year ago, she’d gone to the festival with her father, the two of them enjoying the revelry of music and dancing. That time now seemed ages past. She was no girl anymore. Rob had seen to that. A...
Constance woke the next morning to the discomfort of something digging into her shoulder. She rolled, blinked, and sat up. A necklace was on the bed. She had lain on it in the night, and impressed its shape into her arm. The necklace was an inexpensive thing, a silver chain with a pendant of a flower in painted enamel. Not just any flower, either, but a daisy. She remembered Lord Cuthburt saying something about a bauble. This must be it, then, a gift he intended for Daisy. Another...
The day was hot and calm, the sea like a mirror. Constance dozed on the narrow cot, her skin beaded with perspiration. A lethargy held sway on board the Ricarda. The crewmen were cross and out of sorts, uninterested in doing their work. The officers bickered among themselves. In the galley, Greta and Daisy were snapping irritably at one another as they went about preparing the evening meal. Constance was dimly aware of this, hearing it without paying any of it much heed. She couldn’t fully...
The balmy sea breeze stirred her golden hair as Constance de Granville walked onto the balcony overlooking the harbor. She tipped her head back to allow the cooling air better play over the curves and hollows of her throat. Below, the docks of Veradoga teemed with activity. Constance could hear the ribald laughter of sailors, pleased to be in port at last, mingled with the singsong chant of the local merchants hawking their wares. Silver from Spain, fine clothes from France, silks and exotic...
The long days of the next week blurred into a sameness for Constance. She fell into a melancholy of the spirit, losing interest in reading and painting and all the other activities that had delighted her only a short while before. She slept late, and frequently napped her way through much of the afternoon, and the rest of the time was passed in absently wandering the garden or just sitting, sitting on her balcony and staring out at the distant line of the horizon. Nana Eva finally became...
The scream was followed by the sound of something shattering, and a rich, spicy scent filled the room. Constance’s head, which had been bowed to watch with shameful fascination as Rob’s cock nestled against her velvety folds in preparation for entry, came up with a jerk. Her eyes widened and a hot blush suffused her cheeks. Nana Eva stood in the doorway. A pot was broken on the floor at her feet, its contents spilled. Even from here, Constance knew the smell of the chicken-and-spice stew, a...
Enrique’s cock was thicker than Rob’s, if not so long, and it sundered into her with stretching pain despite the wetness that eased its way. Constance gasped in shock at the feel of him, pushing deep, so big. He stopped with his cock embedded, his body braced over her. His hair fell around his face in a dark tumble. ‘Ah, Constance, at last,’ he breathed. ‘At last I’m in you. And your cunny is so tight, so slick.’ She turned her head away on her pillow, but he took her by the chin and made...
Jacqueline nodded to Michel and Salvador. They moved in on Rob, seizing him before he realized that they meant to. When he uttered a loud protest, Michel smote him a hard blow in the belly, and Rob coughed out his breath. He raised his head, inhaling with a thin gasp, and Constance saw bewilderment and pain in his eyes. She was as revitalized as if she’d been dipped in clear spring water, and with Rafe’s help in untying her, got out from under William’s unconscious body. Her dress fell back...
Breakfast the next morning was an ordeal for Constance. She had managed to discreetly leave the room last night as Eva, Enrique, and Robert succumbed to their weariness. While they slept on the carpet, in the midst of their strewn clothes, Constance sought the solitude of her own bed. She had been awakened early by Rob, who was cross with her for leaving. He told her that unless her manners improved to the point that she did not desert her duties when they had company, she’d regret it. ...
Constance sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair as it dried. The balmy silver of the moonlight filtered through the gauze of the netting at her window, there to keep the bugs away while still allowing the cool night air to permeate the room. It was high summer, and the days were brutal. The sky was burnished pewter, the sun a blazing coin, the sea a flat green mirror stretching to the horizon. A lethargic doze lay over Veradoga during the day, muting the babble of the marketplace, and...
Constance woke feeling sated in body and mind. This was a state that she welcomed, and she lingered long in the bed she’d made up on the floor in a corner of Jacqueline’s cabin. Warm tropical sun slanted through the portholes in dustmote-dancing beams, playing over the brass and the rich wood. She closed her eyes and dozed to the swaying of the ship. All was quiet. The sea was calm, the winds low, and the sailors no doubt recovering from their lengthy debauch of the day before. She wondered...
Lady Beatrice screamed at the first touch of Marie’s tongue. She fought the men holding her with desperate but futile strength. The pirates whistled and clapped and urged Marie on, their excitement quickly becoming visible in the erections that strained at their breeches. Constance, frozen in place by the porthole, looked on in mingled embarrassment and horror. She knew that she should not watch this cruel abuse of Beatrice, that she certainly should not be warmed by it, and yet she was...
Constance emerged slowly from sleep, as if wakefulness were a tower and she had to ascend from the lowest dungeon. Her every muscle ached, particularly those around her jaw. Her nipples throbbed. Her cunny and bottom felt sore and stretched. Memories of the previous night’s orgiastic encounter flipped through her mind like a shuffled deck of cards. She should have been mortified. That she had comported herself in that fashion, lewdly abandoning herself to three men while a woman who hated her...
A hushed eternity spun out as William deGranville, Jacqueline’s weapons ready to end his life with a slash or a shot or the both at once, stared wide-eyed at the pirate woman. Her ultimatum hung in the air, and the crowd leaned forward expectantly, breaths held, to hear his reply. ‘Not that!’ Constance shrieked, the words erupting from her. ‘No, Jacqueline, anything but that, please, if you have any mercy in your heart –’ ‘I … I will do as you … as you demand,’ her father said, shuddering. ...
Even after the divorce i was still quite well off! I had recently been made the vice president of the advertising company i worked for. Katie was the daughter of my friend Harry from work, she was 16 years old and baby-sat Alex for me. She Was amazingly beautiful, with perfectly formed breats, i'd guess about a 36 D, she had long red hair and she always dressed rather provocatively. Anyway, as i said i had finally gotten over my wife and was taking new women out to dinner, but none of...
He saw her hanging onto a tree, her body buffeted like a rag doll by the intense wind and pelting rain. ‘Can I get to her?’ he muttered to himself. ‘She’s going to let go and be swept under by the water at any moment.’ He drove his Ram to the highest spot he could find, and stopped, without turning off the engine. The water still covered the wheels. He picked up the binoculars he had in the glove compartment and focused them on her. She saw his vehicle. The look of total despair on her face...
Pulling her out of her intense reverie, her Beast arrived at her cell. Her gaze ran along the thick, dark chest hair exposed by his partially unbuttoned white shirt. His transformation back into a human hadn’t completed all the way, probably because she had been having sex with him when it happened. He had a thick, hairy chest and was at least six foot three, always towering over her. His muscles bulged everywhere, making most of his clothes appear slightly too small, unable to contain him. His...
Rey was coming back to Nima outpost with a bag full of scraps. When she arrives she drags the bag over unkar Plutt and tosses it up Infront of him. He responded with out even looking "quarter portion". Rey gets pissed off "but last week this was worth a full portion" He yells at her "shut up it's 1/8 portion now" Rey begs "please I haven't eaten in days I need more" Unkar Plutt looks over her sexy body and gets an idea he tells her "come her to night and we can make a deal" Rey smiles "thank...
Pulling her out of her intense reverie, her Beast arrived at her cell. Her gaze ran along the thick, dark chest hair exposed by his partially unbuttoned white shirt. His transformation back into a human hadn’t completed all the way, probably because she had been having sex with him when it happened. He had a thick, hairy chest and was at least six foot three, always towering over her. His muscles bulged everywhere, making most of his clothes appear slightly too small, unable to contain him. His...
FetishHi friends, mai nya hu Indian sex stories pe … Ye sacchi kahani hai .Mera ghar jada bda nhi hai 5 kamre aur kitchen bathroom hai family me mai ma papa bhaiya aur mast bhabhi ..Bhai ki shadi ko abhi 2 saal he hua hai . 2016 yani is saal makarsankrnti ke baad thand kaafi badh gyi thi … Meri bhabhi ki age 23 hai aur unka size 32-36-32 hai unka naam suprita (real name ) hai . Meri bhabhi ko koi bhi dekh le to uska whi gir jaye itni hot perfect curves ke sath mast boobs jo aek bar pakad lo to swarg...
Hi people. This is my first story. I would like to narrate the story the way it happened exactly. Here is a brief background. My name is Shashank and I stay in a decent locality in Mumbai. I am 26 years old and both my parents are working and they are out mostly. I have a neighbor whose name is Malvika aunty. She must be in her late 40s. She is very pretty and her face resembles the Miss India contestants of yesteryear. She always wears a salwar kurta and ties her hair back with a clip or...
Hi. I’m a 6’2” tall, with a dark and muscular body, and a 7.2 inch penis. The events in this story happened over 1 year ago in Mumbai. I had been sent by my boss to handle some work in Mumbai for 4 months during summer, and I reached there. I had hired an old servant who was managing things fine for 3 1/2 months. Then suddenly, she had to go to her village, and I didn’t have a servant. One evening, the bell rang. I went to open it. I found a woman outside. She must have been about 27-30 years...
It had been a long winter for the tribe and the eldest daughter of the Chief. Heavy snow and bitter winds had confined her. It was a long drought for her social life. No man. No sex. Night dreams with wetness and need. Her focus was on fingers, tight asses, lips, and cocks. She fretted on her emptiness and the nightmare of loneliness. She woke dissatisfied. The daily chores for her parent’s teepee were brief, a mere public presence not suited for flirting with warriors. The weather broke...
"Damn I need to get my own place" Alex said to himself as he grabbed his psychology book. He flopped down on the bed grumbling to himself. At 22, Alex had moved back in with his family after being discharged from the Marines, but, sometimes, being back at home rubbed him the wrong way after being out on his own. His parents had agreed to let him have his own room back while he attended college. His 18-year-old sister Jenny was still at home too, making for a full house. Tonight, for...
We moved again recently and as usual my first task was identifying potential peeping locations. We lived opposite a mews which I initially discounted because the houses were looking across at each other so I assumed curtains would be firmly closed.As time went by and I became more acquainted with the location the mews looked increasingly promising. There was an arch at the entrance largely obscuring the nearest houses to us. However i had seen that you could see some of the top floor window...
As I watched the two girls walk out of the strip club, Ginger following after them a few minutes later, I knew there would be a story worth hearing. Just as Ginger was passing the door I was standing beside, I stopped her for a moment with my hand on her arm."Hey, Ginny," I began in a low enough voice that only she and I could hear, "you've gotta tell me about this one tomorrow." I grinned at her with a chuckle.To her credit, she just smirked right back and told me, "Sure, man, if my tongue's...
LesbianNaan oru engineer, oru katidathil velai paarthu varugiren. Ippozhuthu en sontha uurai vitu vitu thali vanthu irukiren aanal naan en kanaal paartha sexyaaga kaama anubavathai ungalidam pagira vanthu irukiren. Naan pothuvaaga kaama kathaigal niraiya padipen athanaal enaku en vaazhvil nadantha sila suvarasiyamaana anubavangalai ungalidam pagira pogiren. Naan velai paarkum idathil athigamaana aatkal velai parka maatargal 10 perku kuraivaagave velai paarpaargal. Athanaal naan eppozhuthum avargal...
When I first heard the name BlacksOnBlondes, I envisioned a roundtable discussion of black porn studs talking about the blonde female talent they’ve worked with; Inside the Actors Studio where all the actors are packing BBC. Maybe that’s a little too highfalutin and intellectual, because the actual site is a whole lot better: it’s a premium site full of black dudes banging white chicks.The name’s not entirely accurate, as I can see from the auto-playing video montage at the top of the...
Premium Interracial Porn SitesPetra is author of several sexy short seductive stories secretly, at both my 'petdyke' profile and at 'Poet-PETER'.Petra is awesomely attractive, as you all can admire her hot lovely looks 'en profil erotique', ma belle, tout nu ici:Precious Princess Petra en profil, an intimate invitation: http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/3350284/55852955Petra provides privacy for Molly Mallone's petty 'perverse' purchases in internet: two dildo's & a set of handcuffs.Petra provides privacy for her...
I was in Los Angeles on business and one day I was in Century City for a business conference and when we broke for lunch I headed for a restaurant I'd heard about. I was walking down the street when something slammed into my shoulder and I heard a voice say: "Watch where you're going asshole." I turned and saw a guy standing there looking at me and smiling. It took me about half a second to recognize Bill Gibson and I stepped to him and took him in a big bear hug. Bill and I had grown up...
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
I had one of the best days at work I’d had in a long time on Monday. My apprentice goes to college on Monday so I get to be alone, time for me to play on here or go see customers to do a quote or something. Well this Monday I had to go to two jobs, both in the same street, very handy. The first was to a lady called Tia, she’s tall dark haired in her fifties, very well spoken and very attractive, 5ft 8 ish just right for me that, with a lovely figure to go with it. I had met her previously but...