His Best Xmas Present Pegged
- 2 years ago
- 31
- 0
It was Christmas Eve.I was giddy with excitement; I was nervous as hell.I'd tried on the strap-on cock a few times and felt a rush at just seeing a cock poking out in front of me. I tried each cock, from the small, thin beginner weenie to the super cock and took selfies. I also put batteries in the vibrator one and tried it out, actually getting myself off with it. I had to agree with the saleswoman, this was definitely not something for a first time pegging! I would never be able to focus on...
We entered the conference playoffs as the team favored to win. Our local paper was helping to fuel the interest by featuring pictures and biographies of each of the starters in the week prior to the first game of the playoffs. I got a lot of razzing at school the day after my picture and bio appeared. I was pretty uncomfortable with all this attention, but I was in the minority from my teammates. Most of the rest of the guys on the team were really enjoying their moment in the spotlight. We...
When Reynolds came to, his feet were no longer trapped in the floor. However, he still couldn't move. His waist was strapped to a column that stood in the middle of the room, his arms and legs were also bound so that he formed an X shape where he stood. He was also naked. There was a video screen in front of him and while he was still trying to come to terms with his surroundings, the infamous Barbie-doll came on screen. "Hello Officer Reynolds." began the familiar robotic voice. "I...
"I know," my wife Casey said softly as her hands caressed my naked body beneath the covers of our king sized bed. "You know what?" I asked. I didn't know what game we were playing but I was ready to fuck. "I know what you look at on the computer and what you fantasize about," she answered softly. Her hand had found my hard cock and she squeezed it tight making me moan softly. "Oh you do, do you," I replied. I was quite sure she was bluffing because if she truly knew what I was looking at on...
It started as a fantasy, one I would have never imagined I would enjoy, but has been a curiosity for some time. It began with pictures, then research, then videos. Now, it had happened, and I would never be satisfied without it. As I was driving home from the airport, shifting in my seat, I smiled as I thought back on how this unforgettable weekend all started... My erection was growing from the video of a sexy woman strap-on fucking a guy. Her sexy curves, glistening with sweat as she drove...
Here comes another one, Clarissa thought as she saw a man approaching her. Fresh off a divorce, she wasn’t interested in dating. She was only at the bar to support a co-worker who was the lead singer of the band playing that night.Sure enough, he sidled up next to her and asked, “Can I buy you a drink?”He was number six for the night, so she didn’t even look up when she said, “Sorry. I’m not interested. I’m just here for the band.”“Ah, come on, baby. One little drink. Maybe one little...
Strap-On SexThe whole experience was crazy, I was driving home and just thinking about it, but I knew it was real as I could still taste and smell the juices. Well let me get started I was driving home from a friends house, the plan was we were just going to hang out and watch the afternoon playoff game, but they had more in mind. I called ahead of time, and my friends said they were lagging so to come on in, sit on the couch, and relax. Well I did just that, and next thing I noticed I could see in to...
I slip my hand around your waist and pull you into me, into a tight embrace. I'm wearing four inch heels, but you still stand a couple of inches taller than me, looking down into my gaze, an excited sparkle in your eyes. You run your hands through my hair, pushing it away from my face so you can see me better before coming in for a kiss. My hands run from your waist and grab at your tight buns in your equally tight jeans. While you give me a long, slow, hungry kiss, your hands running through...
Kim and I were sitting on the couch relaxing when she looked up from her laptop with a grin on herface. “Honey, I was reading an article today about a sex act for which a local sex writer coined a term.It is called pegging. Have you heard about it?” she asked with a slight twinkle in her eye. “Yeah, Ihave heard about it. I have read a few articles of his about it and some other stuff.” “Well, I am gladyou know what it is. I thought I was going to have to go into a long, drawn out discussion...
Introduction: Escaping an abusive husband, making friends, sending letters to her son, and loving black cock. Authors note: Fictional former Playboy Playmates. Each have two stories. First story is Interracial. The second will be Incest. I experimented with first person POV story telling. I separated the jump from 3rd person to 1st person with a series of seven asterisks. I think it turned out fine. Former Playmates Pt. 07: Alyssas Journey Chapter 1 Ulysses ran his fingers through Alyssas...
My last boyfriend broke up with me because I was "too aggressive." Our society expects women to be passive during sex. I have never wanted to be a woman who just lies there, passive and moaning, spread-legged like a frog on a dinner plate. I love to be on top. I always straddled him and put my hands on his forearms so I could pin him down, and then I pounded my pussy into his crotch. When he got close, I'd slow down and go up and down in long, teasing strokes to finish him off. I loved to watch...
April 5, 1991, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania “Hi Tara! Hi Marie! It’s good to see you again,” I said when Mario, Ned, and I arrived at the Pittsburgh Civic Arena, known affectionately as ‘The Igloo’. Tara gave me a quick hug, and I nodded to Marie. She and Mario kissed, and then Mario introduced the women to Ned. He produced five tickets, which we presented to the ticket-taker at the gate. We followed the signs to section W2, and an usher showed us to our seats in the second to last row, almost...
“THE SLUT WIFE GAME”Now that you’re cuckolded or a wannabe cuckold in training with your sexy hot wife or girlfriend, why not add a little excitement to your cuckold interracial lifestyle? Spice things up a bit and play “The Slut Wife Game” I created. HOW TO PLAY – “THE SLUT WIFE GAME” By the rules![/b]YOU’LL NEED A SMALL PAPER BAG, PEN OR PENCIL SET IT ASIDE.(We used a paper bag. You can use what ever you want for her to pick a number in)1, WIFE PICKS A NUMBER 1-10 FROM THE PAPER BAG. Write a...
Things are winding down. Certain womanizing black men that I've used in many of my stories are seeing their supply of women decreasing. Mothers prefer the dicks of someone else – their sons. Former Playboy Playmates Part 10: Alyssa’s Family Introduction Rodney was sitting alone on his couch in his Miami apartment. He looked around, shaking his head, confused and angry. His stable of women was dwindling. No more groups of ladies accompanying him to a club, no more...
Chapter 1: Capture ‘Remember team, we don’t know exactly what we are dealing with here.’ commanded Officer Reynolds, ‘The target is most probably armed and dangerous and there is a high possibility that the premises is heavily booby-trapped so proceed with caution.’ Ever since his wife was kidnapped two years before by a sadistic psycho known by the press as ‘Barbiemaker’, Officer John Reynolds had made it his mission to track down and capture the person responsible. During this time he had...
When Wife Wants to Play, what do you say? It’s a question I like to pose to strangers, especially if they’ve got a good-looking ball and chain, and it’s a question you may be asking yourself right now. Maybe it’s your own cuckold fetish you’re looking to feed, or perhaps your wife has developed a sudden new interest in BBC, but whatever the case, this next site may answer some of your questions, give you some ideas, and maybe even help you find a well-endowed stud to give your hotwife the...
Porn ForumsYou horny fucks want to get your hands on the best porn games out there, right? Damn, right you do. But finding the best games can be a fucking struggle. Trust me, I know. I have a whole site dedicated to reviewing them. But what if you don’t want to go around to a bunch of different websites and shit to play them? Well, you need a porn game directory that also houses game players and download links right then and there. Finding such a site is easier said than done, but I think I’ve got just...
Free Sex GamesYou were just waking up to find yourself standing upright inside a void. Nothing but darkness and... white glowing paths leading further into the void. On a closer look however , you could see each pathway glowing with little lights moving across each pathway almost like computer circuits buzzing through with electricity. You were currently standing on one of these white pathways alone yet noticed this particular path leads to a "fork in the road" with multiple paths leading outwards almost...
I was in my early thirties when I had my first prostate exam. A visit to a new doctor and she (yes, she) told me that it was something men should do regularly once they reached my age. My friends and I had joked about prostate exams, as you do, and I was expecting the worst. But here's the thing. I didn't hate it.The doctor pulled on a rubber glove, covered it in lubricant and had me bend over the examination table. There was pressure and she told me to relax. I managed to do so and felt her...
My wife was preparing her lunch for work as I finished my morning coffee. I was home for a few days after another long stretch away at work. I had arrived late the previous evening after she was asleep and tried my best not to disturb her as she had a full work day ahead of her. We hadn't been able to spend much time together lately and we both needed some time to reconnect. "Any plans for today?" she inquired."Just catching up on what I've missed over the past few days.""I know what I've...
The door opened before me, and I quickly stepped in, my heart racing. Dave gave me a big hug, which somewhat calmed my nerves. I gave him the bottle of wine, and suggested a glass might settle me. I sat in the recliner, and took a healthy sip when Dave gave me a glassful. I felt the warmth as it spread from my stomach.Dave showed me the strap-on he had bought. I handled it gingerly, and examined how it worked. Dave sat on the edge of the bed in his robe as I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I...
I was in my early thirties when I had my first prostate exam. A visit to a new doctor and she (yes, she) told me that it was something men should do regularly once they reached my age. My friends and I had joked about prostate exams, as you do, and I was expecting the worst. But here's the thing. I didn't hate it.The doctor pulled on a rubber glove, covered it in lubricant and had me bend over the examination table. There was pressure and she told me to relax. I managed to do so and felt her...
The door opened before me, and I quickly stepped in, my heart racing. Dave gave me a big hug, which somewhat calmed my nerves. I gave him the bottle of wine, and suggested a glass might settle me. I sat in the recliner, and took a healthy sip when Dave gave me a glassful. I felt the warmth as it spread from my stomach.Dave showed me the strap-on he had bought. I handled it gingerly, and examined how it worked. Dave sat on the edge of the bed in his robe as I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I...
After that wonderful birthday night, one that will never be topped for the rest of my life, our sex life and our overall life was better than ever. Both my wife Kim and I became happier than ever. We would constantly be walking around with smiles. Each of us was striving to be better, to look better, and feel better. We immensely loved my birthday night and our sex lives were changed forever.Over the next couple of months, regular traditional sex was slowly fading away. We had sex everyone...
The door opened before me, and I quickly stepped in, my heart racing. Dave gave me a big hug, which somewhat calmed my nerves. I gave him the bottle of wine, and suggested a glass might settle me. I sat in the recliner, and took a healthy sip when Dave gave me a glassful. I felt the warmth as it spread from my stomach.Dave showed me the strap-on he had bought. I handled it gingerly, and examined how it worked. Dave sat on the edge of the bed in his robe as I did. Out of the corner of my eye, I...
I moaned as my face slammed into the pillow. My mind overloading with pleasure as his cock slammed into me. He was taking long, deep strokes. Pulling out until just the head was left in my ass. Then, slamming the entire length of his black cock into me until I could hear his hips slap against mine and feel his pubes tickling me.The pillow reeked of sweat. The cheap fabric scratching my face as he pushed me deeper into it with every thrust. I tried not to think about how many people had had...
It was another birthday about to have come and gone with little fanfare from either my wife or myself.It didn't really bother me all that much; I mean, thirteen years of marriage plus two k**s tends to put adamper on your personal life events. I figured it would be pretty much the same as the last few,Melissa would give me a heartfelt card that I would appreciate followed by a hug and a kiss. k**swould be wrangled into bed, then I would download a new PC game as my gift and spend the...
Anthony and I had been together since high school. Even though we had known each other much longer (somwhere along the lines of third grade). Once we both graduated, he moved on to become a doctor, and I a pilot in the air force. It was difficult to stay together through college and all but somehow we made it. After our lives were finally in order we decided to settle down and get married. It wasn’t a surprise to any of our family; they had expected it to happen.We’ve been married for about...
Fifteen minutes later and Reynolds' team were ready to go. A feed of all four monitors was being fed to monitors set up in the interrogation room, the techs were already on the case of tracking the source of the videos and Reynolds had managed to get a begrudging go ahead to take the lead in the case and the interrogation due to emergency circumstances. With still a full three and three quarter hours still on the clock, Reynolds was ready to play whatever sick game the bitch had in...
A role-play with my boyfriend.. (RAPE) I have gotta say, the actual reality of being raped, whether you're a real woman, a TV, or even a guy, is pretty horrific. If it was being done by several men, it would be a very painful, potentially physically damaging, unpleasant experience. It sounds horny and slutty, the ultimate submissive position to be in, but by the third or fourth hard fucking, it would be all pain and no pleasure for me. So I can't say I like the idea in reality,...
Chapter Five: The Game Continues Officer Reynolds sat through the whole video in a morbid silence. He had watched many of these games before of course, but only ever on recorded film, never live. The feeling of helplessness he felt just watching the two girls suffer and knowing there was nothing he could do to help made him feel sick right down to the pits of his stomach. He wanted to put a bullet through Michelle’s head right there and then but he knew the only way to save his sister was to...
I wasn't all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although he's an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren't my thing I'd seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out...
Unwanted Attention - Part 3: The Game By MindlessPath Rajan sat down beside me, he was rubbing his hands excitedly. I looked his way and noticed that he was staring at my breasts. I gave him an angry glare and he stopped staring. Earl and Danny were seated across from us and Fred was seated on the side. We started to play the role-playing game. Apparently the others had already made their characters. They had a rule about making characters, though. You could not make your own...
Victorious Girls Play A GameHAVING JUST returned from another star-studded event in Beverly Hills, the "Victorious" cast arrived back to Victoria's quaint one bedroom apartment in downtown Los Angeles. There they stumbled inside and collapsed to the sofa, and helped themselves to more alcohol before Elizabeth suddenly produced a hefty joint."Whoa! Where did you get that?" Ariana inquired."One of the guys at the party just gave it to me.""Really?""Yeah, I offered to give him a hand job for it...
Christopher Louis Phelps was being extraordinarily cautious. He had followed her to church that morning -- on foot -- after observing from a discreet distance her departure from the house. Her church was less than two blocks from her home, where, he now was certain, she lived alone. Well away from the church, he waited until, a little over an hour later, she emerged, spoke briefly to a few people, and walked home. At 2:30, he followed her when she left by car, drove to the center of the...
Phelps established to his own satisfaction that the girl worked regular hours and a five-day week. He learned her name, learned, as he had guessed, that she was a paralegal staff member at the law firm, and discovered, somewhat to his disappointment, that she was not a frequent habitue of the town's department stores or supermarkets in her daring costume of the previous week. He decided that his constant vigil was both unproductive and far too conspicuous. He settled on walk-bys past her...
Emma, dressed in cutoffs and a light blue jersey, left the house and drove away in her car. Phelps hastened on foot the half-block distance to the Chevy, and followed. The day was hot and humid, following on after the three long days of heavy rain, and the brief dash to his car had raised perspiration that dripped down Phelps' face as he started the engine. The ancient Chevy was stifling after its long wait in the sun. Phelps had no difficulty keeping Emma's car in sight as she drove the...
The telephone rang in Samuel Wicks' apartment. Sam, in bed but awake, grabbed the receiver. "Yeah." "Sam? Thiz' Lester." "Yeah, Sheriff?" "Sam, we got a dead girl. Out at Ain't There Lake. Not far from the highway, off of County Line Road. I need you to go out there, right away." Lester Mickelson was the Crandall County Sheriff. Sam Wicks, his chief deputy, was accustomed to getting the hard cases. The Sunday morning call was not that unusual. But was this a murder? Not too...
Only one car was parked in Heritage Realty's spacious lot --a slate-grey Land Rover. It was the first Land Rover Sam ever remembered seeing in Twin Rivers. The company was located in a handsome two-story detached brick building in the far-western section of Twin Rivers, near the new high school. Evidently, the entire spacious structure was Heritage Realty. The door was open. Inside, Sam saw no one in the front reception area, but he heard a man's voice down the hallway, and followed the...
Sam had spoken at length with Douglas Ferguson after the realtor had identified Emma's body. Ferguson told him where Emma had lived, gave him the names of several of her friends and associates, and suggested that Sam talk to Susan Hatfield especially -- identifying her as Emma's co-worker and closest friend. Ferguson asked for and received permission to call Susan himself, to break the news of Emma's death. Sam was happy that Deputy Fulcher had quickly and thoroughly checked out...
Lester had nobody, outside of Deputy Fulcher, to lend to Sam's effort to find Emma Majeski's murderer. Sam knew that even two officers working full-time on a single case strained the Sheriff's meager resources. After saying good-bye to Doug Ferguson, Sam had consulted a map, split up the thinly populated area around Ain't There Lake with Hugh Fulcher, and they both headed for the area in separate cars. Sam started with the service station on the main highway that bordered the turnoff...
George Wallace's trailer had its own entrance from the access road, but it was located quite close to the Hemphill doublewide from which Sam had just departed. Wallace, elderly, gray and extremely thin, was standing at the door waiting for him when Sam got out of his car. "'Evenin', Sheriff," the black man said. 'Saw you over to Artis' place. 'Figured you'd be by here next." "You know why I'm here?" "Yup. 'Nothin in the paper yet, I understand, but I heard about them...
On the way back to town, Sam used the cellular phone to call Butler Brown at his home, seeking an update on the coroner's findings. "I'm calling from the car, Butler. What can you tell me? Keep in mind that I don't want this to show up on WENC radio just yet." Sam's distrust of cellular phones was well-known within law enforcement circles. "Well, several things, Sam. First of all, the camera didn't do it. I've talked to Raleigh, and me 'n them concur that the bump on her head was...
"Good morning. I'm Samuel Wicks. I have an appointment with Charles Breckinridge and Susan Hatfield." "Yes, Mr. Wicks! Just follow me, please." Sam followed the dignified, splendidly dressed silver-haired woman through the spacious foyer and into the interior of the grand old mansion that now quartered Twin Rivers' finest law firm, Stevens, Breckinridge and Shelton. Sam wondered whether Messrs. Stevens and Shelton were just old dead guys with their names on the letterhead, or were they...
The lunch crowd was gathering at O'Grady's, a friendly restaurant and bar popular with young people in Twin Rivers. Sam though O'Grady's was pretty sophisticated, by East Carolina standards. It was a narrow storefront place with an impressive front-to-back carved oak bar. There were cloth-covered tables all about the stone-floored interior. There were Irish flags and other paraphernalia hanging from the rough brick interior walls that bordered a long row of wooden booths, built with tall...
Sam returned to the sheriff's office after three hours finding out that nobody at Stevens-Breckinridge, outside of Susan Hatfield, knew anything helpful about Emma Majeski's murder. The afternoon Journal-Herald carried a brief, but front-page, story captioned "Death of Twin Rivers Woman Unexplained". The story indeed explained little, beyond Emma Majeski's name, age and occupation, but Sam knew from the phone messages on his desk that the Journal-Herald and all its local electronic...
Christopher Louis Phelps had spent the past 48 hours in his hotel room. He had driven directly there from the wooded area where he had left Emma Majeski's body. Phelps had retained enough presence of mind, on Saturday, to park the old Chevy well-away from the hotel, on a side street just off the main business section downtown. There were no parking meters. He was confident no one would notice the car. But he had then walked straight to the hotel and into his room, and had not left the...
Phelps paid the cabbie and entered the busy Charlotte-Mecklinberg Airport. Leaving Twin Rivers at 3:30 a.m., he had exercised the utmost care in approaching the old Chevy on the deserted street, entering it, and driving immediately out of Twin Rivers by the most direct route. During the long drive to Charlotte, he planned, as carefully as he could, the means of deserting the car. He finally left it in a small suburban shopping mall on the far side of the city, keys in the ignition, doors...
Sam had given Hugh Fulcher the task of checking out service people who recently may have visited Emma Majeski's home. Using her checkbook record, Fulcher had located and interviewed three men -- a plumber, an electrician, and a chimney sweep -- each of whom acknowledged visiting Emma's home for service calls during the past four months. "Far as I can determine," Fulcher reported, "the plumber and the electrician got nothing to tell us. They're both solid citizens, and they don't come...
Sam knew that the special detail to which Madeleine had been assigned offered her no personal rewards beyond the County's penurious per diem and a couple of days proximity to the coastal waters. He decided his bachelor's bank account would easily support a special dinner at Lindsay's, Twin Rivers' finest restaurant. He worried that, not having warned Madeleine of his intention to spend freely, she might fail to dress for the occasion. But when he saw her emerge from the hotel elevator at...
Thursday morning, Sam discussed with Lester and Hugh Fulcher his belief that running the witness sketches in the newspaper or on television might be counterproductive. In addition to his fear that the drawings just weren't sufficiently definitive, Sam suggested that they might have the effect of scaring off the criminal. It was possible, Sam told them, that the suspect was unaware that he'd been seen by anyone who'd spoken to the police. Even a poor sketch, Sam thought, could spook the...
Sam and Hugh Fulcher organized an assault on hotels and motels in the area surrounding Twin Rivers. Although the city was small, the nearby ocean resort area and the intervening small towns with motel operations made the task a large one. Operating on the belief that their suspect might have considerable financial resources, Sam divided the long list of establishments with Hugh and directed the Deputy to begin with the largest and the most expensive of the hotels on his list. Key employees...
Sam was bone-tired, frustrated, and unhappy with the lack of progress. He still had no line on the mystery Chevy; only a fair-to-poor description of the suspect; little confidence that the suspect remained in the area, and few ideas about how to keep the investigation going. The film taken from Emma Majeski's cameras had been developed, and the photographs told him nothing. All three rolls of film were filled with nature shots, mostly birds. Emma's car had revealed no useful fingerprints...
Sam had no difficulty making it to Greensboro well in advance of lunch, having been able to force himself to postpone his departure from Twin Rivers only until 6:32 a.m., and stopping only for a hasty breakfast at a fast food restaurant just off the freeway. It was a bright, sunny day in Greensboro, perfect for the local Independence Day parade. Sam got caught by the lengthy parade, and it delayed his arrival at Madeleine's house despite his careful consultation of the Greensboro city map...
"I've decided to cook lunch at home," Madeleine said, as they finished their second round of coffee. "It'll take a little while, but with eight hours' drive, coming and going, I don't think you need to drive around Greensboro taking me to lunch." "You're so persuasive," Sam replied, "you ought to consider law school." "I hear you considered law school yourself," Madeleine answered. They had been happily engaged in getting better acquainted since Sam's arrival and...
Monday morning, before Sam could bring up the sting idea to Lester, the Sheriff called him into his office and told him the car had been found. "'Found it right outside Charlotte," Lester said. "Wiped clean and sitting in a suburban shopping center, keys in the ignition." "'Nothing at all to help identify our man?" "Not a goddamned Kleenex," Lester responded. "That fucker drove that rustbucket clear to Charlotte and left it sittin' out, hoping some kid would come along and...
Madeleine and the pizza delivery boy arrived at the same time, and Sam greeted both with enthusiasm. He had skipped dinner in order to share the pizza with her. Hugh Fulcher, who had not skipped dinner, was enjoying his second beer in Sam's living room. The long drive hadn't dimmed Madeleine's interest in the upcoming project, but she looked at Sam with surprise when he presented her with a Carta Blanca, a large slice of pizza, and two sheets of typed paper. "That's our schedule for...
Madeleine walked into the Best-Buy Supermarket, glanced up at the raised platform where the manager's office was situated, and caught a reassuring momentary glimpse of Hugh Fulcher. Grabbing a hand-held plastic basket, she moved slowly through the produce section, selecting an orange, an apple, and two bananas. Although she picked up only a few items, she systematically traversed each long aisle of the store, stopping frequently to study labels, or to glance at her fellow customers. The...