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The urgent need for gratification had decreased to the intensity of a throbbing ache inside her greedy cunt as she tossed the vibrator down. Slowly, her breathing returned to some semblance of normalcy. But even now, she was still tenderly fondling her hyper-sensitive clitoris. God, I am deranged, she thought. She had just climaxed and now only seconds later, she was fondling herself again. But it felt so good. Turning her head, she stared at the pantyhose that had precipitated the near...
THE DRESSMAKER By Lisa Lovelace I had utterly the most horrid crisis in my boudoir on Wednesday morning. Phineas and I had responded s'il vous pla?t to a Thursday night soiree at the Gardners' on Chestnut Street, on the coveted south slope of Beacon Hill. It was the grandest house to which we had yet been invited - and the gorgeous new gown that I planned to wear lay in ruins. It was two-layered floor-length tulle over light gold taffeta, embroidered with purple and plum flowers. The ...
I’ve got a secret. Wait. Before you close the cover and discard this because you think you’ve already heard this story-STOP. This has nothing to do about anything I’m not proud about or scared that someone may find out. I am a slut. And I’m trapped. I need sex. I live and breathe sex. I’ll die if I can’t get what I need. I’m not a slut because my father left me or my mother abused me. I have good, kind God-fearing, church going parents. In fact, I too, attend church. I just love...
The meal went well. Mags sat on Paul’s right with Kay on his left. Everyone was chatting away. They had ordered and were all drinking Chablis. Mags had her left leg pressed against Paul’s right leg. Paul put his hand under the tablecloth and soon found her wet pussy. She had a huge clit; he slid two fingers inside her, and she was gripping his fingers tightly. Paul put his left leg against Kay’s right leg. She pushed against him. He then put his left hand under the tablecloth. Ann took his...
Mature"Jan," Blair Vogelson said into the intercom, "please bring me a cup of coffee and the those letters you typed up for me last night!" "Very good, ma'am," the secretary replied, "I'll be right in!" A few moments later her office door swung open and in strode Jan with as Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee in one hand, and a half inch thick stack of papers and envelopes in the other! "How's it going this morning, boss," Jan asked brightly, "anything special on the agenda for today!?!" Carefully...
LesbianIf you want to be my friend and read rest of the stories, please leave a comment here. All friend requests are ignored otherwise.==================================================================I was in the kitchen. My egg white omelette was almost ready. As the sumptuous meal simmered, I turned around to get some tang. This morning was just like any other morning as our house and I saw no reason to change anything in the routine.I had made the same omelette for last 2 years, to be eaten with...
Chapter One Kay put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. There weren't many, as only Paul and she were in the house this week. Alex, her husband, was in London. She had taken him to the airport ten days ago. She had a text message from him on Friday saying that he would be staying in London for the foreseeable future. Kay had not replied to the message. They had had separate bedrooms for the last twenty years. Kay had not taken a lover. She was part of a coffee morning group that met for...
Mature“Hey.”Shivers ran through my body. It was his voice. The voice I had wanted to hear for a long, long time. It had been three years since we had last seen each other.We met while I was in my second year of university. I was going through a rough patch and just wanted some company. I guess you could say I was going through a bit of a ‘slut phase’ where I literally slept with every guy I went on a date with. In a way I was trying to fill in a big whole in my life, but it only made it worse. Then I...
Straight SexI suppose that admitting that I've got a problem is the first step. Of course when you're a 20yr old junior in college and in the best shape of my life with a cocky attitude of invincibility ...you don't think you have a problem. Now, I will admit on the looks scale, I was average. But as for my body, I was enjoying myself a great deal. I was working out six days a week back then. I had dropped my body fat to 5%, I was the most tone I've ever been. I felt stronger than I actually was. I was a...
Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net Hello, Rehan here. It all happened when I was in 12th standard. One day in the afternoon I came to know that a newly married couple were coming at our house as a tenant. They were a very beautiful couple. Aunty had a slim and sexy figure. Actually, she was not an aunty, I mean, she was around 24 and has a cute face so I usually called her Simran didi. She was an open-minded lady but always behaved limited and had never...
"Martinez, you again?" asked the weary cop as he munched a sandwich at his precinct desk. "Numbers again?" "I swear, you got the wrong guy this time," fast talked the Latino. "I was only..." "Yeah, yeah, well what have you got for me that'll keep you out of jail?" Jimmy ran numbers and was a sometimes bag man for a local bookie, but he also was not above snitching to keep his behind out of the slammer. "Pedro Juarez. I hear you been looking for him." "Yeah, he pimps young...
"I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Martinez," he smiled as the waitress brought their order. "I am Maria Montoya," she replied timidly. "Where you from?" he asked, amused as she wolfed down the burger and fries, obviously not having eaten in some time. "Fajardo, a small town on the eastern end of Puerto Rico." Jimmy's family had migrated four generations ago so he had never been to the island, but he still felt a close affinity to his heritage. "What brings a beautiful girl like you to the...
After a trip to a hair stylist where Maria's dark curls were cut and styled in a shorter, more youthful coiffure, Jimmy made good on his boast and spent that entire afternoon and evening reaming Maria's luscious body, bringing the woman to uncountable and unbelievable climax after climax. And also true to his boast, Maria, worn out, sore and exhausted from Jimmy's unrelenting carnal assault, finally begged him to stop, but her surrender to his will and sexual dominance only gave him new...
The sights and sounds of a racetrack were foreign but exciting for the widow from Puerto Rico. She had to admit she enjoyed herself immensely, meeting and greeting new people, watching the horses run and cheering on her personal favorites chosen from the program strictly by whim, the racing colors of the jockey or the sound of the horse's name. She held Jimmy's arm tightly and several times thrust out her chest to display her prominent bustline when Jimmy reminded her she was being admired....
The next day was indeed another shopping foray. This time the outfits were, if anything, tighter and more revealing than before, the stockings and skirts showing more leg, while the blouses and dresses did little to hide Maria's luscious breasts, the heels even higher, accentuating the calves of the widow's shapely legs while thrusting her bosom and hips into more prominence. Maria looked even more like a hooker than before, but she wanted desperately to please Jimmy and would have worn...
The Dragon's Lair was a private club in the heart of the city. The upstairs providing dining and a bar while the downstairs could be reserved for any activity the members might desire. Tonight, as was the usual Tuesday night case case, the downstairs held a large circular, felt covered poker table and six comfortable padded chairs. A small bar stood off to the side. Big Daddy Donnally and his game were always welcome because the stakes were high and he paid well for the privacy afforded by...
Big Daddy had promised her the next month would be a living hell for her and he was true to his word. That same night after the card game, he raped her again not once but twice before letting Maria collapse into an exhausted sleep. The next day he had her clothes picked up from Jimmy's and dealt her the most severe blow of all. "For the next month you're gonna be my personal whore. You'll fuck who I say, when I say and make 'em like it understood?... I said understood?" he repeated in...
Charlie smiled as he dropped the box of dog treats into a plastic bag. He had two reasons to smile. Old Mrs. Cravens, nearing ninety, often asked him to drop off various items for her poodle "Sugums." She lived nearby and he lived in a small apartment over the shop, so he didn't mind making the delivery after closing up for the night. His second reason to smile was his encounter today with the young woman, Maria. She was obviously troubled and he wished he could have been of more help,...
Maria awoke to the tantalizing smell of bacon and eggs. She slipped on her outfit and walked into the kitchenette where Charlie was pouring juice and coffee. "Good Morning," she smiled, stretching. "Good Morning. Hey, that shiner looks a lot better this morning. Maybe we can knock off a few of those hundred and ten years," he kidded as he served up breakfast at the small circular table. "Charlie, I absolutely feel rejuvenated. Good company, a delicious dinner and a good night's sleep...
Jimmy was miserable. Since turning Maria away that day at his apartment, a month ago, he had had no less than seven women, all young, beautiful and great in bed, but strangely, none had provided the same feeling as they walked down the street with him as had Maria. Yes, Maria was older and he wanted to kick himself for the hurtful put downs he had said to her, but Maria had never done anything except love him and try to do anything and everything he had asked. She was beautiful and he enjoyed...
Quietly slipping into the house, she stopped. She could hear the faint sounds of David's television floating down from upstairs. Her heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she forced herself to climb the stairs. The stairs seemed as tall as Mount Everest and every step, a bog of quicksand. Struggling upward, she could only wonder where it would all end. Finally, hours later (it seemed to her), she made it to the landing. Her heart, hammering so...
Gloria had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the garage door open. Donald was back. That had been close, she thought, wrapping her robe around her and hurrying down to the guest room. She and David had just finished another session of lovemaking not thirty minutes earlier. It had been wonderful, as usual. He had met her at the door when she got home from work. He had been naked. He had given her a single red rose and they had made love right there on the floor by the front door....
Chapter 1. Recap and Introduction In her first encounter with the infamous follicle felon, the Hairdresser, the mutant heroine known as the Scarlet Witch, and commonly simply referred to as Scarlet though Wanda was her Christian name, had been lured into his diabolical styling salon under the premise of a beauty make over and hair coiffure. However, instead of a relaxing hair appointment to enhance her already natural beauty and provide a boost to her self-esteem, the Scarlet Witch had only...
Now where was I? Ah yes, you see once I cum that high is gone, so I can either use my hand or a lovely female partner. I doubt stories of self-pleasuring would excite you as much as these ladies would, so let’s introduce the ladies that helped me satisfy my craving. Have you ever had a person that was sexually devoted to you? Willing to try any and everything to please you? Well let me introduce you to Eve. A mixture of An African-American Father and Puerto Rican Mother, Eve...
Addiction “So Doc, ahh crazy question - is it possible to be um, like, addicted to a person?” It was a crazy question and Tom was somewhat embarrassed by even asking it, but it was a question that he had been wondering about for days now. The doctor, actually a psychologist, was a bespectacled balding man in his fifties, who had heard a whole lot of crazier things in his twenty odd years of practice. He was aware that Tom was serious and he needed more information before he could give...
It all started with a sleep over at one of my friend’s house. I lay there as her boyfriend crawled in through the window. I pretended I was asleep and they started doing it right there in front of me. Although I couldn’t see anything I heard them and it made me feel wet and wild. I even wanted to go join them but knew I wasn’t ready for that. I started tickling my clit for a while and as they got louder I started penetrating myself deeper. One finger after another went inside of me...
While my friend Jim was pretty much my best buddy, I never tried to involve him in my panty play. I didn’t believe he would go for it, and I was afraid to suggest it to him for fear I would lose his friendship and become the object of his ridicule.I did meet another boy my age, and I discovered he shared my passion for nylon. His name was Dale. He also had a mature woman fan the flames of his passion. It was his mother, but, as he told me, she merely facilitated his enjoyment of her...
For once, I actually decided to look at some of the other categories on the streaming sites I'd visit. So many things came up under fetish. Some of it I don't get but to each their own. A BBW was mixed in with the fetish and as I had expected before hand, it wasn't my cup of tea. Several videos had girls dominating guys in leather or latex outfits. I liked how tight they were, showing off every curve of their body, leaving little to the imagination. Upon thought, I had never been...
My email id is Do not forget to let me know how this sex story was. Who knows, we might get even lucky if everything goes well ;) Clean shaved men inside female clothes (or people who are known by the name crossdressers) are my new found favorites. Believe me, I always make it a point to taste every bit of them with passion and fire. My hands and tongue never leave an inch of their body. Hairless, like women and the ‘EXTRA’ jackpot called ‘COCK’, is simply divine. This is a story of how a...
Gay MaleMy parents have a library. I was a very lucky girl growing up, not because of the collection of classics that they had in leather bound editions, or even the enormous number of new books that they seemed to add constantly from visits to the book store or from various book clubs that they belonged to. I liked a lot of those, but my favorite books in their collection weren’t actually on the shelves in the spare room that we used as a library, they were in dusty boxes stacked in the garage and...
With a make-up wipe I took the orange glaze, the white glitter and the sweat of my face. It was always such a satisfying moment. After the show was done, my muscles sore, I would take off the sweaty costume of the Sugarplum fairy, but before I jumped into the shower of my private dressing room I first took the make-up off my face. Seeing the Sugarplum fairy disappear and my own face reappear. A moment of self care. A moment off calm, no sounds, no music, just the soft rumbling of the...
The Jamaican culture is rife with cuckold stories, white women bored with their husbands taking advantage of numerous available lovers to satisfy their needs. I went to school with the product of many such unions. Later as I matured sexually, I listened as the old bulls told of interesting liaisons, with the tourist women, who frequented our idyllic island looking for the same. So it was one night a bunch of us young ‘Turks’ were hanging out scoping the women hoping to get lucky before the...
My father used to look after and maintain the garden of a local business man who had a large mansion, and at times I would go with him to cut some flowers for the lady of the house to decorate the lounge and other rooms . She would show me how to do flower arranging using the flowers and ferns, she was always very nice and pleasant with me because they had no c***dren of their own, and would at times she would ask me to tea after school. I always agreed because my parents were always arguing,...
Filipa had been annoyed by her boyfriend Mark for sometime now about getting into cuckolding . She had resisted the idea of dating and sleeping with other men because of her religious upbringing but recently she had become more comfortable with the idea.She had been chatting with several guys online and was starting to feel a connection with one in particular "Derek" .He had been trying to persuade her to meet him for a drink. he was tall 6,2 to be exact with a muscular ripped body and a great...
I meant Janine on live links. Actually I was drunk when I called the line. Just hoping to talk a woman while I jacked my little pink dicklet. In my introduction I mentioned that I was into cuckolding, and SPH, and that I had preference for BBW's. This was in the Detroit area so most of the ladies on the line were African-American. Her ad stated that she liked to have her asshole licked, and was looking for a long term relationship where she could really control the person she was with. At the...
"I finally got a date with her!", I shout loudly as I walk home. Of course the people around me have no idea who or what I am talking about, nor do they care. Her name is Claire and is an absolute Goddess. https://es.xhamster.com/photos/gallery/4582166/104421822She is 6 feet tall, blonde, big titts, long legs, and a body that a porn star only has. She is beyond beautiful and pretty. I have tried for months to get a date with this amazing wonder like woman but have always been rejected due to...
So it's my wedding day, i look at my future husband as i walk down the aisle and see his smile, then i look at his best man and wonder if i'm rally doing the right thing getting married. It wasn't that Alex wasn't a nice guy, he totally was and he was the sweetest guy i'd ever met, but i was just used to being with dickheads, a lot of dickheads , and didn't know if someone like Alex could handle a woman like me. I knew he was very inexperienced, although we hadn't actually done anything much...
Today my very lucky & equally pathetic cuck bitch hand delivered me a £500.00 cash tribute along with a bottle of champagne, some vodka, flowers & cocktail shaker..he thought he was just dropping them off & meeting my bf in preparation for our big joint session in a couple of weeks..nothing could of prepared slut for what I had in store for him....Here in his words is part one..After a near sleepless night thinking about the day to come it was with eagerness and trepidation I set...
I met Shanice at work three years ago. We worked for a manufacturing company, I worked in the plant and she worked in the lab. It was at the company Christmas party that we really had a chance to talk. I had such a great time with her at the party that I decided to ask her out. Things progressed from there and soon we were dating on a regular basis. I can still remember the first time we had sex. Shanice is a beautiful, athletic black woman. I had never seen a naked black woman up close before...
My father used to look after and maintain the garden of a local business man who had a large mansion, and at times I would go with him to cut some flowers for the lady of the house to decorate the lounge and other rooms . She would show me how to do flower arranging using the flowers and ferns, she was always very nice and pleasant with me because they had no c***dren of their own, and would at times she would ask me to tea after school. I always agreed because my parents were always arguing,...
MILITARY SCHOOL CROSSDRESSER By Kresha Matay PART 1 Tim was a sensitive young boy, bright and intelligent, but lacking many of the physical characteristics of Joe, his father. The father had wanted a son who was interested in sports, hunting and fishing just like himself. Unfortunately, through no fault of his own, young Tim couldn't measure up to the desired image. Joe had expected his son to grow up to "be a chip off the old block" and when he didn't, his father felt...
Mommy's Darling 2: Playing Dress Up - By Billie Lovelace At twelve, I was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, I was a normal boy. At school I liked sports, roughhousing, and teasing girls. On the other hand, mother hated masculine aggressiveness. So at home I was more girlish. I played the piano, did housework, and spent hours with mother -- brushing her hair, polishing her nails, and helping her in and out of her high heels. It was so confusing. I wanted to be like other boys....
1-900-DRESSUP By Ricky I'm sure that you have seen an ad or two (or twenty) for one of those 900 phone services. They usually have neat names like 1-900-HOT-HOTT, which is a real number that a teenage neighbor called twice on my garage phone before I caught him. If I ever could understand why someone would pay $25 for the first four minutes of talk when for a smaller monetary investment you could go to a bar somewhere and buy some floozy a few drinks and get the talk live, or...
Sidedressing By Tyrone Slothrop Older sisters can be a boy's good friend and most effective torturer. Bernadette, charged with watching her little brother, was getting bored and decided to see how far she could manipulate him. Nothing nasty just keeping her hand in. Practice makes perfect. "Ralphie, come here, I want to try a new game." Ralph heard his sister and put down his videogame. He wandered into her room. At thirteen he was fairly average in height, about five feet...
My father used to look after and maintain the garden of a local business man who had a large mansion, and at times I would go with him to cut some flowers for the lady of the house to decorate the lounge and other rooms . She would show me how to do flower arranging using the flowers and ferns, she was always very nice and pleasant with me because they had no c***dren of their own, and would at times she would ask me to tea after school. I always agreed because my parents were always arguing,...
My parents have a library. I was a very lucky girl growing up, not because of the collection of classics that they had in leather bound editions, or even the enormous number of new books that they seemed to add constantly from visits to the book store or from various book clubs that they belonged to. I liked a lot of those, but my favorite books in their collection weren't actually on the shelves in the spare room that we used as a library, they were in dusty boxes stacked in the garage and...
Straight SexConfessions of a CuckoldressHi! I’m Melissa. I’m just a regular gal that has a very active sex drive. I found a great solution to the age old problem white women have had since the beginning of time and this is my story about how I found this solution.We white gals love our white boys. They are great for cuddling, doing housework, showering us with affection and of course worshipping us. The problem with white boys is their little dicks! What is a girl to do when she is in love with a white boy...
The Jamaican culture is rife with cuckold stories; white women bored with their husbands taking advantage of numerous available lovers to satisfy their needs. I went to school with the product of many such unions.Later as I matured sexually, I listened as the old bulls told of interesting liaisons, with the tourist women, who frequented our idyllic island looking for the same.So it was one night a bunch of us young "Turks" were hanging out scoping the women hoping to get lucky before the night...
CuckoldTonight's the night. My boyfriend has been insistent that I try to fuck another man. I've been hesitant because it seems so bizarre, but, ultimately if we do it safely, I guess once can't hurt, right? We've had a few group dates with an African American man named Markus, and decided he'll be the one. I'm fairly anxious, I've never been with anyone other than my boyfriend. I've been trying to keep my head on my shoulders. We arrive to the hotel. Underneath my clothes I'm wearing some dangerous...
InterracialItaly, september 2011. Sorry for bad english, I try to write correctly but don't know if I did. From tonight, I was a crossdresser. I'm been crossdresser from 12 to one day before my 27th birthday. Irony. I begin to have an answer to the question: "What feel girl?" Yes, a simple question. What feel girl when wear panty, tights, dress, skirt? What feel a woman in heels, purse, with her hair falling down the shoulder? What feel a teenage when begin to make up herself? When wear lipstick,...
My Qualifications to Write About Crossdressing By Ricky How ironic! While looking for something in my files the other day I found I have been writing about crossdressing more than 10 years now. The problem is, I now realize I am completely unqualified to be a crossdresser, let alone a writer on the subject. Think about it, just what are the qualifications for a crossdresser? Surely you've read a multitude of "true life stories" in the crossdressing magazines. Perhaps if we...
My wife had gone to the hairdressers, I was sat round the corner in the car waiting for her, it was opposite the employment office, where all the screbs go to get money off the state, it was a run down area but I never felt unsafe, as I was sat there I reached for a cigarette, as I opened the packet a girl was next to the car, she said "Do you have a spare cigaretts", I said "Maybe".She was around 20, long brown hair, slightly chubby, wearing a trakkie bottom and a white top. She said "I really...
My name is Gary and I’m married and I’ve had this thing about a hair dresser I use to visit. Her name is Deena and she’s twenty years younger than me. I haven’t had Deena cut my hair in a couple of years and missed her. So I called her for an appointment as I was thinking about her recently. “Hi Gary, it’s been a while,” she said answering the call. “I know. I’ve been extremely busy with work.” “What can I do for you?” All...
The place I used to work at last yr had a hairdresser that came in on a regular basis to do the older ladies hair , I noticed her from the word go as she was such a sexy little thing, about 5” 1 and blonde with a sweet little figure and a lovely set off boobs, a little older than I was but at the time I didn’t know by how much, over a few weeks and a little small talk I asked her if she would like to have dinner, and with a little persuasion from a colleague she agreed, I made dinner and we had...
Like most self-employed people Becky was struggling as a hairdresser during lockdown. No clients meant no money, but the bills didn’t seem to stop. She’d already resorted to cancelling every subscription she had and had even sold her TV on eBay. But she was still short of cash. At twenty-six years old and living the single life she had no one to help with the bills.Out of desperation she’d texted one of her clients to see if he needed a haircut and didn’t mind breaking the lockdown rules to...
SpankingJudy used several sites over the years to find her friends with benefits. She never tells me until afterwards what she has done. It’s rare she tells me anything in advance. One day she advised me the k**s were at my parents and she was entertaining that night and I would have to stay in the family room. My curiosity was getting the better of me.She went and took a shower and asked me to come in and shave her pussy. She had me paint her fingernails and toenails. Once she was ready she put on her...
Here are the usual disclaimers this story is for adults only if you are viewing this andare not 18 years of age or older please close this page immediatly.There is no cross dressing in the story but this is how I began my transformation fromregular boy into cock suckking teenage crossdresser.We were having a really hot heat wave. i meat with my older brother (wear red shorts, and a black T-shirt) wanted me to get out of the house and off the computer so she suggested a movie. I felt wierd going...
Any ways, it had been awhile, and I wasn’t in any sort of relationship at the time, and the thought of being with a tranny again had started to be on my mind. Luckily, this was before Craigslist dropped its casual encounters section, so it was relatively easy to look for hook ups, and being there was a TS/Crossdresser section, I could easily contact one. I remember looking through postings, hoping to find one that was attractive enough, because as I’m sure you know, many cross dressers and...