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It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed.

My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion.

I diligently observed the brightly lit square from between my thick curtains. I noticed the light come on from across the gap between our houses about ten minutes ago. I had scrambled to my bedroom door, turned the lock and checked it several times to ease the anxiety burning my throat. Peering through the miniscule opening in the curtains, I finally saw him.

His tan bronzed skin was covered in sheen, his red t-shirt darkened at the collar. He must have been working out. I fisted the drapes in excitement – that meant he would be taking a shower soon. I watched as he ran a hand through his damp, dark, hair and stretched his arms for a moment before disappearing from my view. His figure reappeared shortly in the backdrop of light, walking back and forth a few times, while, I can only assume, gathering his showering necessities.
I watched as he reached for the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up, followed by his undershirt, to reveal his firm abdomen. When his hand moved to the waist of his sweatpants, I did the same, tugging my panties down my thighs and cupping my warm mound.
His boxers came off, and, as always, I stared. I was somewhat disappointed to see that his cock was limp, but maybe later I would get to see it harden in his hand, bathed in the dim light of the T.V as he watched one of his favorite porn videos. I massaged my pussy a little.
A towel was thrown over his muscled shoulder and fresh clothes were laid on the bed. He walked through the bathroom door and out of my sight.

I collapsed onto the floor beneath the window, my hands thrown over my face.

His name is Damien.

And I… I’m only nineteen. He’s thirty- something! I can’t believe how weird this is. I remember when my family first moved in and my mom invited him to have dinner with us. I hadn’t heard much about him, only that he was ‘a pleasant man, works in an office a few blocks from the bank,’ according to my father. Of course, I didn’t bother to style my hair or wear a nice outfit. I regret it now.

He probably thinks I’m just a quiet, shy, plain girl. I’ve been seeing him a lot more since summer break started. My mother volunteered me a few times to help him around the house, since he lives all alone. I always try to look pretty, but not excessively so. I don’t think he really notices, though.

A faint sound alerted me to Damien’s return. I reassumed my position at the window and gripped each side of the curtain to part it inconspicuously and look through. My window was open, and so was his, so there was no glass to obstruct my clear view. He seemed to have dried off in the bathroom and was now getting dressed. I sighed contently and reached down to stroke gently at my swollen clitoris. I pulled up my camisole and rubbed my perky dark nipples against the velvety drapes. Soft moans escaped my throat and I almost hoped Damien would hear me. The thought both thrilled and terrified me.

Damien stood shirtless at his collection of DVDs, most likely selecting a porn film to watch. I flicked my fingers quickly across my clit and moaned a little louder. I wanted him! Damien turned away from his DVDs and walked toward the window, affording me a closer view of the dark covering of hair on his broad chest. He stopped, his entire body going still, and then took another step closer to look out of his window. I tightened my hold on the curtain, my heart speeding up from my coming orgasm and from how close he was.

“Samantha?”

I gasped and desperately attempted to tug the curtain closed, only to pull too hard and have it dislodge completely from the window frame.

Damien looked right at me, my shirt pulled up over my breasts and my panties tangled around my feet along with the fallen drapery. He looked shocked… and probably furious that I had been spying on him… God!

I fell to the floor and tried to hide, too scared to apologize or explain. I stayed curled up on the floor for several long minutes, trying to calm my heart rate and cool my cheeks.
When I finally worked up the courage to take a peek, I saw that Damien was gone and the lights were turned off. Sudden fear gripped my throat when I realized he could be coming over right now to tell my parents… to tell them that their only daughter had been watching him for who knows how long. The thought had me jumping up and tugging on clothes. I ran to the staircase and peeped over the railing. My mother was in the dining room, setting four places for dinner. She noticed me at the top of the stairs and called to me.

“Samantha, go get dressed. Damien is coming for dinner in a little while.” Panic fluttered in my belly and I ran down, almost tripping and falling in my clumsy haste.

“Um, you know what, Mom, I feel a little sick. I don’t think I want eat anything tonight.”My mother turned around and placed a hand on her hip.

“You don’t look sick,” she pressed a hand to my forehead. “And you don’t have to eat too much, but it would be rude to not show up. Damien’s been very nice to us, helping us out with yard work and such. Show a little respect, Samantha.” She turned back around to continue fixing up, signaling the end of the conversation.

I made my way back up to my room, dread settling heavily over me. He wouldn’t mention it at dinner, not while we were all eating - would he?

Back in my room, I sat for a moment on my bed, staring anxiously at the fallen curtains. I suppose I may as well make an effort to look somewhat pretty. I pulled on a simple white dress falling a bit above my knees. It looked charming against my pale skin, sweet and clean… as opposed to how perverse I felt on the inside. I brushed out my dark honey shaded hair and turned around in the mirror, trying to dissipate my nervousness.

A knock at the door caught my attention and I considered giving my mother one last argument to not come down. I gripped the knob, parted my lips, and opened the door.

Damien was smiling down at me, his hand resting on the door frame. I felt warm all of a sudden.

“Hey, your mother said it’s time to come down.” he said, his tone casual, as if the last half hour had not occurred. Hopefully he didn't notice the still tangled drapery. I could feel his gaze burning into me as I nodded mutely, desperately avoiding his brown eyes. He turned to walk down the stairs and I closed my eyes, thankful that he hadn’t mentioned my… misbehavior. I took small steps behind him, observing his dark blue jeans and black button up. He was so handsome.

~O~

I fidgeted at the table, having no desire to consume any food. Damien sat next to me, like he always does during his visits, across from my parents. So far there was no mention of my peeping and it was almost time for dessert, so there was a chance I could get away without Damien saying anything. I focused on that one hope and snuck glances at him from the corner of my eye.

My mother rose from the table and began collecting our dishes before heading to the kitchen to retrieve our desserts. My father followed to assist her, leaving me alone with Damien. An awful tightness formed in my chest.

I sat rigidly, my hands folded in my lap. Damien was silent for a moment before placing his large hand on my thigh and squeezing lightly.

“How long have you been watching me?” His voice was soft and husky; his thumb stroked the skin above my knee.

I swallowed hard, struck silent by his gentle touching. I flicked my eyes up at him cautiously and saw his lips pulled into a small grin. He rubbed circles on my skin beneath the hem of my dress.

“Since… since we moved here.” My tongue was heavy and I felt stupid and childish. His hand moved up and down my inner thigh. I gripped the edges of my seat desperately.

“Hmm… well, aren’t you a mischievous girl? I never expected this from you, Samantha. Always so sweet, so quiet.” He chuckled lightly and leaned toward me. I felt faint at his close proximity.

“You have no idea how hard my cock was after I saw you standing there, half naked. You have such a cute little pussy, Samantha.” My entire body was hot; his musky cologne, his hand on my skin, oh God…

Damien’s hand suddenly pulled away from my thigh and I looked up to see my mother and father walk in, each of them carrying two plates of cheesecake. A slice was set before me with a fork by my mother. I felt nervous and jumpy. Hoping to escape as quickly as possible, I set to work on my cake, trying my damn best not think of Damien next to me. He looked so calm, betraying nothing of our previous conversation.

About halfway through dessert, I felt Damien’s hand on my thigh again. I lowered my eyes and saw his fingers trailing up my skin towards my panties. My back stiffened and I forced myself to breath slowly and inconspicuously. As I raised a forkful of cheesecake to my lips, his fingers began massaging my pussy through the fabric. I reached down to push his hand away, but he gave a rough pinch to the flesh of my inner thigh. I winced slightly, continuing to eat. Damien knew what he was doing – He would tell my secret if I tried to stop him.

My panties were pulled aside and his thumb brushed against my swollen clit. I glanced up at my parents, engaging in conversation with Damien, Damien replying so innocently. I wriggled in my seat a bit, silently begging him to stop. Instead, his fingers began sliding into me. A gasp rose in my throat and I struggled to suppress it. I could feel it, Damien’s fingers slipping in and out, pushing deeply inside me. Blood rushed to my face.

“Samantha, are you alright? You look a little flushed.” My mother was completely unaware of my current molestation – at the hands of a man both she and my father trusted. I felt so dirty.

“Yes, I just feel kind of warm. Don’t worry, I’m not sick.” I managed to keep my voice even.

Damien pressed on my clit, rubbing hard at the hot flesh. I wanted to moan - he was torturing me purposefully. My pussy muscles tightened, and I knew I was going to cum. The constant stroking on my stiff clit continued, wet and slippery, and I pushed lightly against him. My breath caught, my thighs spread wide, and my pussy contracted against Damien’s hand, my muscles squeezing hard as warm cum trickled onto his fingers. I looked down and saw his slick tan digits sliding in and out of my pink hole. The musky spice of his cologne was a drug. He removed his fingers from my panties and softly petted my still quivering little cunt. A quiet sigh escaped my lips; I was grateful now that the torment was over.

“Laura, did you make this cake yourself? It’s absolutely delicious.” Damien’s voice caught my attention and I looked up just in time to see him indulgently sucking on his fingers. The same fingers that had been abusing me beneath the table this entire time.

My face burned.

“Samantha? Goodness, you’re so red!” A cool hand pressed against my hot cheek, but I only saw Damien smirking at me, laughing with his brown eyes.

~O~

I never realized just how cruel Damien could be. He touched me, right in front of my parents! I’m mortified. No one else has ever done that to me – of course, I’ve masturbated before. But this...

At least he isn't mad at me. He probably isn't planning on telling my parents because then I can just tell them what he did during dinner. Or would they even believe me? It's been almost a week since that particular night. I suppose Damien is quite done with me.

I sat at the couch in the living room when my parents came in, dressed up. My mother was in the process of putting on her earrings.

"Alright, we're leaving now, Samantha. Do you have the money for food?" I nodded, not paying much attention.

"Damien wants you to go over around six to help him with something, okay? I told him you would." I started at this new information. I don't remember hearing about this. Before I could question them further, my mother and father were already out of the door.

Nervousness twisted my insides. It was almost six now, I can't go over there! Alongside my anxiety, however, grew a sense of excitement. What would he do? What did he want? A new found curiosity overtook my fear. I wanted him to touch me again.

~O~

I stood at Damien's door working up the courage to press the doorbell. After my parents left I ran up to my room and slipped off my panties. I put on a pretty yellow sundress. Not an incredibly short dress, but... I wanted to make it easier for Damien, if he was intent on...Well... What could he possibly have waiting for me once the door had opened? I just wanted him to see me as the lovely young woman I was. I raised a finger and pushed the tiny button, wanting the anxiety to end.

Damien took a while to appear, and when he did, he didn't seem as smug as I had expected. He smiled his usual friendly smile and stood back, gesturing me in with a flourish. I liked coming to Damien's house. It was creatively decorated, but at the same time displayed a messiness that made it comfortable. I expected Damien to at least make a comment on the night of the dinner, but instead he walked past me into the first room, calling for me to follow him.

"I'm getting rid of some old crap so I can set up a TV and game room. Go through these boxes and see if you want anything, then start putting everything else in those garbage bags. I'll be back in a little while." He nodded to a stack of brown boxes. I noticed with slight annoyance that he didn't say 'please'.

I was a bit fazed by the simplicity of the task. I had gotten worked up over nothing. Damien brushed past me and out of the room, leaving me disappointed.

I set to work looking through the boxes of, like Damien said, crap. Most of it was not worth a second glance - old book ends, little figurines, marbles, a couple of puzzles. A Rubik's cube. I kept that, along with some books. I wasn't sure how to feel when I reached the final box - relieved, because I could get this over with, or discouraged because I had barely spoken to Damien.

I sifted through more broken watches and a couple of billiards balls until I came across an oblong black box. My interest was piqued; it looked to be a jewelry box. Otherwise the box clearly housed delicate or expensive contents. I pulled off the slim lid and peeked, my eyes captivated by a shiny texture. My heart fluttered.

A silver vibrator. It looked just like the ones I had seen on sex toy websites and in internet porn. It was long, slim, and smooth. I fidgeted with it for a moment, searching for a way to turn it on. I twisted the bottom and it began buzzing in my hand, scaring me a little. I twisted the bottom again and stared at the doorway, listening for any signs of Damien's return. How long did he say he would be? I contemplated the sleek, beautiful instrument, wondering whether or not I should take it. Damien did, after all, say I could take whatever I wanted. Would he notice? It's not like he'd go through his trash to see what I took.

I switched the vibrator on again, pleasantly surprised at how quiet it was. I definitely needed one of these, and being the coward I was, didn't even consider buying my own. I ran it over my hands and couldn't help but smile at the sensation. I glanced at the door again before rising to tiptoe over and peek out, looking down both ways. I sank to the floor and gripped my treasure in my fingers. Slowly, I directed it beneath the hem of my dress and towards my clitoris, a place I could find easily without looking. All the while I kept my eyes on the door and my ears were ready to detect Damien's return.

The feeling on my clit was so intense, so much faster and stronger the flicking of my fingers that I was used to. I pressed it hard, increasing the burning tickle, and I felt a jolt low in my belly every few seconds. I didn't want to cum yet; I knew it would better the longer I waited. Removing the smooth metal rod from my swollen clit, I pushed it between my lips and wiggled it around my wet entrance. I slid it about halfway into myself, enjoying the buzzing inside my pussy.

I heard footsteps. I shoved the vibrator all the way up my pussy, a little painfully, and clamped my legs together. I saw Damien's shadow on the wall before he appeared at the doorway. I turned myself away, pretending to scan a box of junk.

"Hey, Samantha. Done?" I looked over, as if I hadn't known he was coming. I nodded and smiled.

"You actually like that kind of stuff?" My chest tightened, following his gaze to a stack of books by me. "Those mystery books aren't that great. Don't even know why I bought them. Did you find anything else you liked?" I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't notice my current verbal impairment. Thank God the vibrator was so quiet. It was completely silent when it was so deep inside me.

"Mind helping me clean the living room?" He smiled and reached a hand towards me. I grabbed it and he yanked me up, hard. Damien put a hand on my arm to steady me, and I was suddenly very aware that the vibrator was slowly sliding out of my pussy. I hadn't worn any panties. If that vibrator slipped out... Damien and I would both know it.

He walked ahead of me and I took the opportunity to push it further back in, squeezing tightly with my muscles to keep it in place. I walked with tiny steps but caught up to Damien in the living room. He grabbed a broom and began sweeping up tiny shards of glass.

"One of my dumb friends got drunk last night and knocked over a bunch of my stuff. Be careful, there's glass everywhere." I stood behind the couch, where I could hold the vibrator in without him seeing. "Where did your parents buy those champagne glasses, the ones they used on New Year's?" Unfortunately, that was not not a yes or no question that I could nod to. I parted my lips, closed them, wet them with my tongue. Damien must have noticed my expression of distress because he gave me an odd look.

"I - I don't know..." My voice wavered, sounding small and choked. I felt a blush coming on.

Damien leaned his broom against the wall, finished sweeping, and slowly made his way over to me. My hands clenched at my sides, and I stood staring back at his scrunched eyebrows.

"You okay?" He studied me much too carefully for my comfort. I nodded, but I felt the hard metal stroking against my lips, slipping out. My pussy muscles ached from squeezing the vibrator so hard. I needed to get away, desperately; I was wet and I couldn't keep it in anymore. I felt Damien's hand on my chin. He asked me if I needed to sit down. My thighs were tightly pressed together, holding the rod in, but it wasn't going to hold for long. I needed to cum so bad. Damien was tilting my face up; He looked worried. I jerked my face from his hand and stepped back without thinking. The second I parted my legs, the slippery vibrator slid out of my pussy and clattered to the floor, leaving me without an orgasm.

It was still vibrating. It was covered in cum.

A breath filled my chest and stayed there. My eyes were down, afraid to look at Damien's face. I stared at the floor, at the slick vibrator, at his feet. Warm cum was still oozing out of me. Damien looked at the silver rod, his brows arched high in genuine surprise. He crouched down and grasped it, rising up again and just looking at it. Oh, God, I was going to have to explain.

"I found it - and... and you said I could have whatever I wanted..." I trailed off as I watched him put the end of the rod in his mouth and suck the cum off... my cum. Then, he smirked a little as he reached under my dress and slid the vibrator back inside me, pushing it slowly and twisting it as he did so.

"There, Samantha. It's back inside you. No harm done. Although, I had no idea you were so horny all the time. Watching me, touching yourself... and this? If you like that one, you should see all the other toys I have." Warmth tingled in my chest.

"Others?" I repeated. He smiled and nodded, grabbing my limp hand in his big, calloused one and tugging me down the hall. The vibrator was still at work inside my pussy, massaging my muscles into numbness. I was going to the one room I hadn't been in - Damien's bedroom.

Of course, I had seen a part of it from my frequent window peeping. When he opened the door and pulled me in, I felt a pleasant familiarity at seeing his bed, TV and bathroom door that I usually glimpsed. And his porn collection. Damien went over to a set of drawers against the wall and called me over. In the drawer were lots of pouches and small boxes like the one I had found, along with a colorful assortment of toys. He folded his arms across his chest and I couldn't ignore the way his forearms swelled. He nodded to the chest of drawers.

"See what you like." I was thrilled. First I scooped up a silver bullet attached to its controller. In one of the pouches was a clear blue butt plug. There were realistic dildos, sharply curved probes, beads and balls and all sorts of delights.I selected one of the boxes and lifted the velvety lid. Nestled inside was another vibrator, dark, bright pink, but this one was shaped like a real cock, with a luscious head and veins running along the length. It was beautiful. I glanced up at Damien, watching me closely.

"Can I?" He smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Of course." He gestured to his bed. I bound over to it with the pink dick in my hands and jumped on. I noticed Damien come over with his phone aimed at me, which made me a little nervous.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

"Videotaping. One quick video for the pink vibe. Deal?" He focused the camera and glanced at me. I nodded my approval and edged back on the bed, pulling my dress up as I went. I propped myself against the pillows and spread my legs for him. I was so, so glad I had shaved. My pussy was naked to him and the camera.

"Okay... slide it out. Slowly..." I followed his direction and languidly extracted the silver rod from my wet hole, angling it upwards as it stroked my lips. Then I gripped the pink one and pushed the thick head inside.

"Lift your hips a little so I can see your pussy...good, Samantha." I slid the cock all the way in and Damien came a little closer. The silver vibe was set on my clit as I worked the pink one in and out of me before switching it on. The vibrations on my aching clit and deep inside me were thrilling; hot liquid pooled in my belly and squeezed out around the vibe. I looked at Damien.
"
Moan for me, sweetheart." I didn't need to be told twice. I breathed out a long moan, twisting the vibrator as I slid it in and out. Everything, my entire body was so tight, so tensed up. I moaned loudly, wanting Damien to hear me. I writhed my body for the camera.

"Oh, God. Do you want me to fuck you, Samantha? You want my cock inside you?" I felt my belly coiling and uncoiling at his words.

"Yes, Damien!"

"Look at you, you horny little slut." I felt dirty, in the most arousing way possible. Damien was leaning towards me with his phone. His eyes were bruising me. I saw his erection through his jeans. I wanted to cum, but I wanted to cum on his cock.

Damien placed his phone on the nightstand and hastily worked on his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He rummaged in the drawer and produced a little packet, tearing it open. I ceased my self indulgent administrations to watch as he pulled his cock free and rolled the condom from the tip to the base. When turned to me, I couldn't do much but stare at his erection.

"Take off your dress." he spoke in a low, serious tone that I wasn't accustomed to hearing from him. I slid the pink vibe out of my body and switched it off, along with the silver one. I sat up on the bed and gripped the hem of my summery yellow dress, pulling it over my hips and shoulders. Damien grabbed it and tossed it on the somewhere on the floor.

"Good. Now turn over and get on all fours." I did so, lifting my ass in the air and resting my chin on the soft pillows.

The weight of the bed shifted as he climbed over to me, and suddenly I felt very aware of my situation. It wasn't my first time, but Damien was older and stronger than the boys my age. It was honestly intimidating.

I felt a hand on each side of my body, stroking to my breasts to pull on my nipples and down to my ass to spread me open. His fingers tugged at my clit for a bit before coming to a rest on my hips. The tip of his cock was right between my pussy lips. Damien began pushing in, slowly, and I was surprised at how far inside me he went. My pussy felt stretched tight and the pressure felt so good. I pushed back on him rhythmically and his cock tickled my g spot.

Damien reached one hand down to rest on my belly, occasionally sliding up to massage my boobs. Just as he began tweaking the tips of my stiff nipples, I was startled by the ringing of his cell phone. Damien leaned over to grab it from his nightstand, and I cried out as his cock angled sharply inside me.

"It's your parents," he noted. I glanced over my shoulder, and much to my alarm he was actually about to answer it.

"Damien, wait--"

"Hey, Laura." I froze. "Yeah, she's been a great help, the place is almost cleaned up. Sure." He smirked at me. "Your mom wants to talk to you." My hand seemed to reach out on its own and take the cell, putting it up to my ear.

"Samantha?" As my mother spoke, Damien began sliding in and out of me. Each time he slid out, the thick head of his cock squeezed out of my pussy with a pleasurable 'pop'. It was mortifying to hear my mother chatting away as this man fucked my pussy from behind.

"We're going to be home late. Don't forget to wash up the dishes when you go home."

"Oh..." Damien began twisting and tugging my hot clitoris between his fingers. "Okay. Bye, mom."
I hung up and pressed my face to the pillows.

It was silent for a moment before he gave one hard thrust up into me. I could feel his smirk on the back of my head. I took a few shaky breaths.

"You're awful, Damien." I remarked softly.

"Am I?"

"Yes... please keep going." I heard a short, breathless chuckle and tilted my pussy up to push against his cock. I retrieved the silver vibrator and switched it on, feeling my body tense as I touched the tip of it against my clit. My pussy was hot and there was a methodical pulsing as I neared orgasm. The rigidity of my body was too much to handle and I tried to relax as I Damien stroked his thumb near my anus. I rested my face on the pillows to support myself and reached my hand down to hold my pussy lips apart. My clit received a steady throb and my pussy was painfully tightened around Damien's cock.

I felt vaguely dizzy for a second before my pussy muscles squeezed and released into deep contractions. Every breath that I let out was a moan, louder each time. I wanted Damien to hear me and feel me cum on his cock. Behind me, he groaned loudly, gripping my hips, and it made me strangely proud to know that I was the reason. I switched off the vibrator, my clit too sensitive to take any more stimulation. Damien pulled out of me and rubbed my pussy with his palm before removing and disposing of the condom.

We laid together quietly, my head resting on his outstretched arm. I kept my right hand nestled between my legs, enjoying the warm wetness. I smiled a little and couldn't suppress a giggle. Damien turned towards me.

"What's so funny?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"Nothing. I just... it was fun. I really enjoyed myself."

"I could tell. I didn't know you could be so loud, Samantha." I rolled my eyes and smiled wider.

"I have to get back home. I'll see you soon, Damien?" I sat up and tilted my face to kiss him on his jaw.

"Of course you will. You always see me through the window, don't you?" His fingers stroked my wet pussy. I pushed my hips against him.

"I'm looking forward to it, Damien." I replied with small moan.

"As am I, Samantha."

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Introduction: Women like me love to be desired by men. They love to count how many men want them. They can have any man they want given the right place at the right time. I love this feeling. The Awakening of a Slut: Samantha Women like me love to be desired by men. They love to count how many men want them. They can have any man they want given the right place at the right time. I love this feeling. You might meet me at an elegant cocktail party, given at a well-appointed country house....

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The Adventures of Samantha

The Adventures of Samantha 1 Chapter : Sam Gordon drove to the neighborhood bar about 8:30 that Thursday night. The bar was only a couple blocks away, but a guy never knew when he'd get lucky. It wasn't as if Sam wanted to get drunk or anything. It was just that there was nothing worth watching on the tube that night, a common occurrence these past few years. He figured he might as well go on down and lift a few brews with some of the other guys in the neighborhood. There might...

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The Awakening of a Slut Samantha

Women like me love to be desired by men. They love to count how many men want them. They can have any man they want given the right place at the right time. I love this feeling. You might meet me at an elegant cocktail party, given at a well-appointed country house. Elbow-length gloves, a long, flowing silk evening dress, my hair carefully coifed and my face made up for evening seduction, I will seem to your eyes the ultimate in chic femininity. But I will only respond to those who see the...

2 years ago
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Samantha

Samantha By Cal Y. Phigia Samantha Johnson, the new hire, was exquisitely beautiful. James Mann thought her the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met. He'd love to ask her out, but her good looks were somehow intimidating. He feared she'd reject him. If she did, he'd feel mortified. It was better, he told himself, to fantasize about asking her. That way he'd control her answer, and her answer would always be yes. The day that Mr. Sloane hired Sam as his new secretary the...

2 years ago
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Master Pc the James Olsen Saga Part IIChapter 3 Cheri Meets Samantha

Jim felt that he owed Cheri something. She’d been his first Master PC conquest/guinea pig. He liked her. He’d liked her as a waitress before his discovery of the magic disk. She’d always been nice to him. The café where she worked had been a frequent breakfast and lunch place for Jim and Cheri was by far his favorite of the wait-staff there. She was cute, she flirted with him and what was more important, she gave him great service. He had only used her once for sex since that first time....

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My Sonrsquos Secret Desire ndash Samantha

(This is the second installment of My Son’s Secret Desire. If you would like to view the first instalment go to my profile)Tony looked at his mom sucking his cock. It was so sexy seeing her move her mouth up and down his shaft as her tongue rubbed the sensitive underside!"Fuck mom! That feels so good! You could make me pop so fucking fast!" He groanedCarol Alberts looked at her son and smiled as she stroked his wonderful cock."Baby don't hold back. You know mommy loves your cum!" She said and...

2 years ago
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Samantha

Samantha Chapter 1: Discovery So, this happened. I'm sitting in a quaint neighborhood bar with my friend Jamie, and this guy comes over. I'm expecting him to hit on Jamie because she's looking pretty adorable in her wrap dress and heeled sandals. I'm starring down at my rather nondescript ballet flats trying to avoid looking at him. "Samantha, meet Ben, an old school friend of mine," Jamie said as she poked me with her elbow. I tried to say 'hi', but I was too terrified....

1 year ago
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Samantha

“Andrew!” a female voice called. “Andrew!” I turned and there was Samantha, running to catch up to me. “Hey, Samantha,” I greeted. “What are you up to?” “Not much. You?” “On my way home.” “Can I ask a favor?” “Sure.” “Finals are coming up and I was wondering if you’d help me study for my geometry final? It’ll be a miracle if I pass it.” “Miracles so happen, you know?” “I know, but can you help?” I smiled. “Sure. My house tonight?” “Sure. Thank you, Andrew.” So that night, Samantha and I sat on...

First Time
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Meating Samantha

It had been almost two years since my first experience with Dave. That was the first time a man had sucked my cock. It was the first time I had touched another cock and the first time I had sucked a cock. That day was the birth of a new me. I no longer was a homophobe. Although, I did not look at men the same way I looked at women. I did not lust after them. What I did lust for was for a cock in my mouth, loads of cocks. My god, I had become a cock-craving freak!I did not have any guilt....

Crossdressing
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My Samantha

This is a true story about my first MILF experience. I have changed the lady’s name for obvious reasons and I’m not disclosing mine…well, just because I don’t want to . Old beats before my time filled the nightclub, it was Friday Disco night – a place where Flock of Seagulls could combine with Jimi Hendrix in the same setting. It usually catered with people slightly older than average than the usual nightclub, yet young people still enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. Nostalgia combined with the buzzing...

4 years ago
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The Erotic Reality Game Randy and Samantha

Next was Randy who selected Samantha as his date. She called herself, "Sam," and she didn't live far from the country club where Randy, Guy and Bernie had agreed on the Bachelor4U game. Sam suggested meeting at the Xhib Club near her house. She said it was a fun place. He hadn't been there, and knew nothing about it but was curious. Sam said there was a parking lot across the street. She would be waiting there at nine the next night. Randy found his way into the older part of town, and pulled...

Group Sex
3 years ago
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My Samantha

This is a true story about my first MILF experience. I have changed the lady’s name for obvious reasons and I’m not disclosing mine…well, just because I don’t want to . Old beats before my time filled the nightclub; it was Friday Disco night – a place where Flock of Seagulls could combine with Jimi Hendrix in the same setting. It usually catered with people slightly older than average than the usual nightclub, yet young people still enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. Nostalgia combined with the buzzing...

MILF
4 years ago
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New Cleaner Samantha

A new day had dawned and I was dozing on the bed when a text came through from Debbie asking me to meet Benji in the park at lunchtime because she forgot to pay me and had given Benji an envelope for me, I text her back to say it was fine and to meet at Doris’s café.I took a quick shower and after a quick coffee headed off to the park, it was a hot day so shorts and tee shirt was the order of the day.I arrived at the park and got a coffee from Doris, she wasn’t busy and we chatted, I told her I...

2 years ago
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An Hour with Samantha

I knew my business meeting in London would end early. That’s why I’m here, in a quiet street in London’s west end, in front of an anonymous door with a doorbell labelled simply “model.” I get regular sex, I masturbate, I play with my teen daughter’s panties and ogle porn. But I want more. I want fresh meat. I want women who’ll do the filthy things I’d never dare ask my wife to do. I want a whore!A woman’s voice calls over the entryphone. I tell her I made an appointment online and give my name,...

3 years ago
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Another Ride with Samantha

Please leave comments so I can improve my writing style and skill!I called Samantha today to see if she wanted to take a ride out to the car show this weekend. We’d had some trouble connecting after our last outing. She was always going one direction and me another. Hot damn, Samantha called back and said she would love to. On Saturday morning I pulled into her drive and she came bouncing out the house in a little sun dress that left little to your imagination. I was surprised to see her...

Love Stories
3 years ago
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Tim and his sexy daughter Samantha

“That’s fine.” Tim says. “Just let me take a shower and get dressed.” She turns and walks out of the room, her face as red as a cherry tomato because she was embarrassed at seeing her dad naked, and what he was doing. Her father has always been very open sexually. When she was growing up, if she was curious about guys, orgasms, dates, condoms, birth control etc. she always went and asked her dad. She didn’t have a woman to ask these questions to since her mom ran out on her and her dad with...

3 years ago
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Getting down with Samantha

It all started on a Friday night, and I was walking home from a mate's house. His car broke, so I went over to help him fix it, carrying my toolbox. I turned onto the street round the corner from my house and noticed a car sitting on the side of the road. It had its hood up, so I decided to see if I could help. What I didn't expect to see was Samantha lounging against it as I crossed the road. She was the most popular girl in school. "Hey," I called to her, but as it was dark, I don't think...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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Samantha

The telephone startled me out of a deep sleep and I shot up in bed to grab it. This late it must be important, since everyone knows I get up very early to go to work. “Hello?” I rasped into the phone while glancing at the clock next to it to verify the time was indeed 1:30 AM.“Dad!” Sams voice, my 15 year old daughter Samantha said urgently, “you have to come get me right now!” “Get you from where hon? Are you in trouble? Where are you?” I asked trying to wake up and makes sense of the...

2 years ago
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Accidently Samantha

Accidentally Samantha BY Karen Flynn [email protected] My girlfriend and I were at the dock in Keywest for a snorkeling trip when Jennifer suddenly started complaining about how her stomach was bothering her. This was no surprise, Jennifer never wanted to do anything but this time I thought she might go. She said "You go, I don't want to spoil your fun." What could I do, I went, As the 60 foot Catamaran pulled away from the pier she waved then headed back to the hotel. I am about...

1 year ago
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A WellLived Life 2 Book 9 KamiChapter 59 Brian and Samantha

July 5, 1996, Chicago, Illinois “Do you think we could make love twice this morning?” Karla asked early on Friday morning. “I think we have time, yes.” “Then first, please just go as hard and fast as you can. We’ve never done that, and I wonder what it’s like. Then make love to me slowly and gently, the way we usually do.” I moved on top of her and a few minutes later our bodies slammed together as I tried to drive her through the mattress and floorboards and she tried to launch me into...

2 years ago
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Becoming Xdresser Samantha

My first true experience as Samantha.At the time I was living and working overseas. To the outside world I was just your normal 21 year old really skinny guy living and working and enjoying life on the islands. Of course I had my little secret which I kept hidden from my colleagues and friends. Although I wore panties a lot of the time, I did not own much else as far female attire for fear of being discovered.It happened one evening while I was working in a restaurant doing a photo program for...

3 years ago
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Peeping at Camp

Girls Have Fun Making a Pretty Boy One of Them ? by: Jayne Willard Chapter 1, Caught Peeping Cindy knew the party was getting out of hand, but she was enjoying herself. They were at Summer Camp; the boy they had discovered "sneaking a peek" into their cabin was a wimp. He had a cute face and slender body with long dark hair, as was the style at the time. They had jumped him and since there were twelve of them, they easily overpowered him, as if he had resisted at all. "He's...

2 years ago
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The Next Morning with Samantha

I woke up with the sun streaming across my face. I rolled on to my side then realized Samantha wasn’t in bed with me. Oh shit, a moment of panic that she had a bailed on me then I hear the shower running. At that moment I decided to see if we could conserve some water.I walked into the bathroom and saw her standing in the shower! Damn I’m lucky to be here with her.“Knock knock, can I come in and join you?”She jumped with a start and said, “Sure!”I stepped into the shower, which I hadn’t...

Love Stories
1 year ago
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Meating Samantha

It had been almost two years since my first experience with Dave. That was the first time a man had sucked my cock. It was the first time I had touched another cock and the first time I had sucked a cock. That day was the birth of a new me. I no longer was a homophobe. Although, I did not look at men the same way I looked at women. I did not lust after them. What I did lust for was for a cock in my mouth, loads of cocks. My god, I had become a cock-craving freak! I did not have any guilt....

3 years ago
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Peeping Tom is caught by a nasty fat woman and is sexually humiliated

Ronnie was a freak. At 18, he was still a virgin. That was about to change, but he didn’t know. Ronnie was a pervert. Since he was 14, Ronnie had made it a nightly habit to peer into the windows of unsuspecting neighbors, watching the women or their daughters undress, take baths and even have sex. You see, he was a handsome lad of about 5’9″ very muscular packing about 170 pounds on his frame. But was a special education student who rode the short bus to school and was taught...

3 years ago
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The innocent Samantha

There was a girl named Samantha (She is called Sam for short) an attractive 15-year-old girl brunette. She is a cheerleader down at her high school. Also a religious girl and just an, innocent and smart but still a kid who wants to have her fun. One day her and a couple of her friends go to the Rec Center. Sam’s friends clock in before her. She goes to clock in her card but it isn’t scanning it. The manager of the Rec center notices her card not working and quickly mentions. “Card not...

2 years ago
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Best Tinder Hookup Ever Samantha

Hello everyone! For my safety, my name is Patton69AllTime and I have a fun story to tell you all about from when I was back in college. I downloaded the Tinder app after I broke up with my high school girlfriend Taylor to keep in touch with all the hot women that I went to class with. I ended up matching with this 5' blonde girl named Samantha who was a Chemical Engineering student in a neighboring department. We talked for a bit on the app and then became Facebook friends and eventually...

3 years ago
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Please Call me Samantha

I began to get that feeling again. The one where my pussy starts to throb when he rambles on about nothing I seem to understand. Just for the fact that he knew what he was talking about made him sexy. Sure, a lot of girls at some point would have petty crushes on their teachers, but what I had was not a crush; I lusted for this man. Everyone in school knew that Mr. Jacobs was sexy. All girls had a slight thing for him and prayed that he was their History teacher. My praying had done me well,...

Taboo
4 years ago
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Educating Samantha

Chapter 1 My name is Samantha, but most everyone calls me Sammie, or sometimes just Sam. It's a boy's name, I know, but nobody ever really accused me of being a boy, I was just teased sometimes by the kids at school. They stopped doing that last year though, right after I had my little 'growth spurt' or whatever you want to call it. I called it a miracle. It was like overnight I grew from just five feet nothing to 5'4" and all the baby fat around my tummy moved up to my boobs. Well,...

1 year ago
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Peeping Tom Gets It on

THE FOLLOWING IS PURELY FICTION... I enjoy watching. I am what you could call a “Peeping Tom.” This has long been my philia. My avocation. Since I was a child, I’ve been staring, watching others, “people watching.” Humans are the most fascinating of animals. Perhaps this is due to their intelligence. Or maybe their dangerousness. As a child I would spy on girls in the neighborhood. Going to all-boys Catholic schools made me extra curious about girls, what secrets they...

3 years ago
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Peeping Tom Scared Straight

Peeping Tom Scared Straight This is a story about the most exciting, and terrifying, thing I ever did. I had just finished my military service, and I was staying at my parents’ house. I was restless and horny, and still reorienting to civilian life. I would frequently take late night walks around my sl**py town, just to think. One Saturday night, well past midnight, I strolled down a quiet street. Most of the houses were dark, but this one house still had a light shining in the first floor...

2 years ago
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Peeping Mom

Peeping MomI looked up and I saw a pair of feet under the heavy curtain at the door. 'Oops!" I thought to myself that I forgot to shut the door. I hoped the owner of the feet would go away. To my surprised it did not happen."What is going on?" My wife asked in a not too happy tone as I stopped. She was under me and could not see the door."Nothing." I lied not to alarm her.She pushed her groan up and her soft and silky pussy muscles tightly gripped around my rod and she let me know in no...

1 year ago
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peeping

Peeping I was sitting on the bed in my room. I was reading Penthouse Forum andread a letter about a peeping tom who became a sex slave after beingcaught when I began to hear voices coming from next door. My house isonly 5 steps away from our next door neighbour's so in my room I couldhear anything from loud music to sex. To investigate the noises I ran upto the window and moved the curtain slightly to see what was going onthrough the next door neighbour's window. To my shock I saw a man and...

2 years ago
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Dominating and Owning a Punk Ep1 Breaking Samantha

Samantha. That bitch. That beautiful blue haired punk bitch. She is my ex girlfriend and soon to be sex slave, only, she doesn’t know it yet. Episode 1 Breaking Samantha Sam is beautiful, smart, tenacious, and a punk. She is only 22 years old, has big brown eyes, soft olive skin, and short messy blue hair. She only stands at 5’ 7’’ and her breasts are a very firm and perky B with nice puffy nipples. Good for biting. Her ass is the selling point however. Big, rounded to perfection, a...

2 years ago
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Another Ride with Samantha

Please leave comments so I can improve my writing style and skill! I called Samantha today to see if she wanted to take a ride out to the car show this weekend. We’d had some trouble connecting after our last outing. She was always going one direction and me another.  Hot damn, Samantha called back and said she would love to. On Saturday morning I pulled into her drive and she came bouncing out the house in a little sun dress that left little to your imagination. I was surprised to see her...

4 years ago
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Sam to Samantha

Hi my name is Jason and Im 19 years old. I was living with my parents and looking for a job and a place of my own. I did have a job but it was just a part time job at some restaurant, just to kill some time. Anyways, one day my mum called me downstairs and said that Mrs. Fletcher from across the street was asking for me. I went downstairs and there she was waiting for me. Seeing me she said Jason, hi, Im going on a business trip for about two weeks and was wondering if you could look just...

2 years ago
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Meeting Samantha

I'll be home a few minutes late, go ahead and start without me. ;-)" You smile as you read my text, and are not entirely surprised at my supposed "late arrival." But it gives you a chance to set things up just as you had planned...As I take my time getting home, I take some time to reflect. We have a pretty special night ahead of us, one that we worked hard to achieve. It all started when we posted a 30 minute video of me draining your massive milk-filled tits. So few lactation porn videos...

1 year ago
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The Life of Slave Slut Samantha

The Domination of Samantha        Since the age of 13, I have always had feelings of submissiveness.  I don’t know how I got these feelings or where they came from.  All I know is that I always got sexually aroused with the thoughts of being dominated.  I don’t mean simply being controlled.  I mean being totally controlled.  Humiliation was probably one of my biggest turn-ons.  I always found myself getting wet when I would watch a movie where a girl was being tied up or raped or controlled.  ...

4 years ago
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Neighbors Harry Samantha

Hi. My name is Harry Burbach. I'm 32 years old and my wife is Samantha. We moved into the neighborhood about five years ago on the recommendation of my sister, Gilda. She and her husband had lived here for two years by then. Sam and I grew up next door to each other. There is an eight year gap in our ages. Sam has a sister, Cheryl, who is only a year older than I am. It would seem logical that Cheryl and I would have ended up together. We almost did, but that's another story. Sam was...

2 years ago
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Peeping the neighbour milf

It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion. I diligently observed the brightly lit square...

2 years ago
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Peeping Tomoko

His heart beat was slowing, but -- still clutching her body close to his -- he could feel that his wife's was still pounding rapidly. "That was good for you, I guess?" Eleanor laughed, playfully slapping his bare buttocks with the long fingers of one hand. "My god, Peter. That was ... wow ... unbelievable." 'Ellie' was sitting in his lap, her ankles crossed behind his back. Her arms clutched his torso tightly, refusing to let them separate until ever bit of the euphoria rocking her...

3 years ago
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Peeping Pussy

Peeping PussyDungeonMaster It was an autumn Saturday morning. There was a slight chill in the air and the four men were eager to get going. They had congregated at their hunting cabin and were sipping on cups of steamy coffee they had bought on their way here. They?ve been coming here for years. During the week they each had different jobs or careers, but the one thing these gentlemen had in common was the love of hunting. They discovered this abandoned building years ago and fixed it...

3 years ago
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Peeping Girl

Now before I start, you may wonder why Peeping Girl.  Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom?The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started as any other of my obsessions, a mindless walk through the park, usually during the day time, since this area isn't located in the best of neighborhoods.On this...

Exhibitionism
4 years ago
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Peeping the neighbour milf

It felt so… naughty. Does this make me a pervert? Does it mean I’m depraved? The muscles of my belly were tense and I barely breathed. My family moved into a new house, about six months ago. After I had settled into my new room, I had discovered that from my window I can see straight into the bedroom of the neighboring house. The sole occupant of the residence was a man, about thirty, thirty five or so. And, well, he’s my subject of perversion. I diligently observed the brightly lit square...

3 years ago
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peeping tom5

“Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly and halted as the gold coloured chain locked into its catch. Patterson caught a whiff of Eastern cooking mingled with the scent of Anais Anais as an attractive Asian woman appeared behind the door. “Yes?” “Dectective Patterson.” Tom announced again and flashing his ID, “it’s about the prowler you reported. May I come in and speak with you please?” Patterson stood back as the door...

4 years ago
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Peeping Tom Rewrite of version by Aansky1

My step-sister and I are nearly a year apart in age but in the same grade at school. So we were both ready to graduate this year. One of the benefits of being in the same grade is that we are taking most of the same classes, so we were studying the same things. We also had the tendency to study at the same time in the evening at our dining room table instead of in each of our respective rooms. Our parents are pretty conservative and very religious, and school is very important to them, and...

3 years ago
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Peeping Tom Rewrite of version by Aansky0

My step-sister and I are nearly a year apart in age but in the same grade at school. So we were both ready to graduate this year. One of the benefits of being in the same grade is that we are taking most of the same classes, so we were studying the same things. We also had the tendency to study at the same time in the evening at our dining room table instead of in each of our respective rooms. Our parents are pretty conservative and very religious, and school is very important to them, and to...

4 years ago
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Peeping Girl

Now before I start, you may wonder why Peeping Girl.  Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom? The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started as any other of my obsessions, a mindless walk through the park, usually during the day time, since this area isn’t located in the best of neighborhoods. On this...

2 years ago
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PEEPING TOM PART 2

I snuck into the house well after 11:00. I figured there was a good chance my dad wasn’t home yet and thought for sure that Mom would be in bed. I figured it would be a straight shot up the steps to my room. I just wanted to free Willy, climb into bed, relive the best night of my life, and play with myself. Seemed like a simple plan. I eased the door shut behind me and headed straight for the steps. My hand was buried deep in my pocket; diddling the swollen head of my dick in anticipation of...

4 years ago
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Peeping Tom P2 Tomika

home, when a service call was made. The phone machine message was pathetic. "This is Tomiko Hokkaido's House Sitting Service, please leave a message, and I'll call you back for arrangements. **BEEP**" His voice was a bit shakey and he sounded like a work-a-holic. "Hi there, this is Tom Gleason, I'll be away for a meeting this week, and I need someone to watch the place. My number is 555-5555. " And another stereotypical work-a-holic calls. My job requires me to constantly deal...

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