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I was rather lucky to get admission at Chicago University for Ph.D. studies. I was relatively young 35 years and was not expecting to go to the USA for 4 to 5 years and do my Ph.D. My name is Sameer. I am a Pakistani married to my girlfriend and class fellow in Masters program Saima. Saima belonged to a middle-class family and as you would know that in Pakistan having a love marriage is a sin. Therefore we faced problems from both the families. One of the reasons for me to apply for Ph.D. was...
Introduction: This is the first story I finished let alone posted so constructive critisism is welcomed. It isnt for everyone, its about a father and daughter, so if youre not into that move on, because I could care less about your comments saying how disgusting it is. ITS FICTION! Other than that enjoy! Jazz had become used to various models going in and out of her father Maxs photography studio from a young age, and knew several by name. It wasnt uncommon to see one hitting on him between...
Jazz had become used to being the only woman in her father's life, even though she was barely old enough to be considered a woman at age sixteen. Her mother had left her and her father when she was just five years old to move to Vegas, since then it had been just she and him, their already close relationship becoming even stronger over the years. Jazz was just pulling a steaming hot frozen pizza she had made for dinner out of the oven when he came up-stairs after a long session in his...
Blame it on mom. She was a jazz freak and I grew up hearing Billy Holiday, Anita O’ Day, June Christie, Ella and Louis, you name it. “The cats,” she called them. She knew all the words and she’d sing to the records, snapping her fingers, looking at herself in the mirror, moving her hips. I remember sitting on the floor, holding the record jackets, looking at the pictures on the front then up at mom singing to herself. She sang when she did dishes or was dusting around the house. I can still...
Straight SexLook said Cheryl, Jazz is first of all a person and then a skin. He is a man first and a black guy second. I fancy him, but I want to know what you think about sharing me with him? Duncan bit his lip. Back guys, cliches. Black guys good at basketball, dancing and you know what. It was going to be difficult, but Cheryl was adamant. Duncan liked Jazz. The guy was bloody brilliant as a bowler and his athleticism in the cricket out field was legendary. What was that game when he took the catch on...
CuckoldWhen I awoke, after about an hour, Jazz was still laying beside me, her arms flung over my chest more or less gripping me so that I couldn’t get away. She herself had drifted of and I I gazed at her I realised actually how beautiful she was. I moved her arm from over me and slid out of the bed, I needed to shower. I spent a good long time in the shower, soaping my cock, which was always fun. I dried myself and with a towel around my waist went back to my room. Still there but now awake and...
IncestWe make a date to meet up in a dark seedy jazz club, it’s a busy night and full of people, There are people everywhere, and they have got a couple of really good bands on, so you know it’s going to get really busy in there, I’m standing in a corner close to the front where the stage is , it’s almost dark with very little light, dressed in black shirt and black trousers, I see you come in, looking really hot in a little black number which just fits to the top of your knees,...
We make a date to meet up in a dark seedy jazz club, it’s a busy night and full of people, There are people everywhere, and they have got a couple of really good bands on, so you know it’s going to get really busy in there, I’m standing in a corner close to the front where the stage is , it’s almost dark with very little light, dressed in black shirt and black trousers, I see you come in, looking really hot in a little black number which just fits to the top...
Straight SexJazz's "punishment" had lasted all of about an hour, but it had changed the way she looked at her father. He had shown such envy, such jealousy, such hurt, when he walked in on her and James. The schoolgirl outfit she was wearing was not much of a barrier between her beautiful 38 C sized breasts and James' wandering, exploritive hands. But she had to admit, the feeling of their tongues wrestling around in each others mouths, the feeling of his hands sliding up her shirt, even the feeling of...
IncestI’m Ruthie Collins and I think of myself as more-or-less regular. I go to school, play clarinet in the band, try to be nice, just may not have had that many boyfriends. None, to be specific. Math’s hardly anybody’s favorite class, but Mr. Rampton wasn’t into pounding formulas into our heads. He told us that algebra was the window to problem solving, and not just problems with x’s and y’s. How the Army Corps of Engineers controls dams, for example, for our Math Club field trip. When the...
The following story is a fan fiction it is just for fun. Chicago Convergence By Tenwaters The scene is set approximately 16 thousand million years ago give or take a few thousand million. It is hard to tell exactly with no tiny dirt ball circling around an intermediate size ball of glowing gasses to set ones watch by. Six dwarfs are franticly scrambling over a massive control panel over seen by a small but officious fairy. The fairy, Celda, unconcerned by the lack of any...
HumorIntroduction: The parts about Debbie wearing revealing clothes, flashing her panties, having her skirt lifter up her ass and it swirling above her cunt, her nipples being pushed out of her bra, having her cunt and ass humped on the dance floor, and being molested are true. She didnt fuck and suck in the club. She did dance in the cage. I chose the name Steve because my friend Steve cheated with Debbie and cuckolded me for two years. Bob operated a rafting business and Steve pimped her to his...
Disclaimer The following story is a fan fiction it is just for fun... This is a multiple crossover. Characters you recognize from other TV shows, books and films will belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. There is one exception, a brief reference to the TV show bah bah black sheep, a show that was loosely based on a historic person. I apologize to the...
Hi everyone! My name is Jill. All my stories are true and are about the fun that i have when i get away from my hometown so that i can explore my inner whore without the locals finding out about it. Here, i'm going to tell you about the weekend of November 19-21, 2010. If you want to find out more about me or be my friend, then please go to my xhamster personal page.Late Friday after work i took a flight to Chicago. My plan was to go to some sex clubs and strip clubs to see what kind of...
I met Debbie, when she was eighteen, in a small mountain town in Colorado. Long blondish hair, almost to her waist. Hazel bedroom eyes. Gorgeous face, with sexy lips and a mouth that looked like it was begging for a hard cock to suck. Big, ski jump, 36C tits. Her aureoles are about two inches in diameter. Her nipples about 3/8" in diameter and 1/2" long when aroused. Her waist is 26 inches and her hips 37 inches. Lying on her back, naked, you can see her abs and rib cage. Her...
Jazz And Jezzabell – The Book Store Adventures – The BeginningMy wife and I had been talking about going to the adult video and toy store and do some looking around. We have a fairly large collection of toys so it was far from our first visit to one. The store just happened to be on the way from my school to her work. I had a couple hours to blow so instead of wasting gas going home and coming back, I decided to drop in to the video store and see what it was like. We had just found the place...
It was late. I had just finished playing the last set at The Blue Note, a small jazz club downtown. The club never attracted many people, mostly regulars, but on weekends the joint could fill up with late night bar hoppers. Tonight had been such a night. The band had been hot and everything had come together. I had just put my horn away when I heard a feminine voice say, "I really enjoyed your playing." I turned around to thank her, but the words got stuck in my throat. She was about 5'...
My dream comes true not LA or Vegas, but ChicagoI am 20 years old now, and I guess what some would call a blonde bimbo. When I was sixteen my mom, who I am a spitting image of, took me to France, to see a special plastic surgeon, who specializes in breast enhancements. She did my moms and she now did mine. We now both have 34 DD’s, and there is no surgery line, under the breast. So anyone looking at me, can only assume these monsters, that stand proud and no sag, must be real. We have promised...
A fantasy that takes me back to the Chicago blues...and a very special dancer...Cum On Baby (Take me to Chicago 1962)Alright, I've been playing you people...I'm sorry, but that is just the way it is. I've been taking the easy way out, like the song says. I've been writing about stuff that happened in my sordid past, not taking into account that this is a fantasy site. This is a sex fantasy site, not a sex reality site, right? So, now I am going to treat it like it deserves, I am going to tell...
I sat and I thought of the words I said to Jenny those many years ago. “Yesterday is another country, I can’t go back. Tomorrow is never assured and may not happen. Today is here and we should live all dreams like it is our last chance to live them.” Words to some extent I live by. Yesterday is another country- and the borders are closed. It is an arrogance of the transient. Only that which I chose to bring with me into today comes with me. I don’t need to worry about the people who are...
The rain fell with abandon onto the streets and windows of the club. Splattering and making it's mark where it wanted. The wind sometimes tossing it up against the glass, like a woman throwing up her hands and hitting the wall behind her as her lover forces her up against it. Giving in, submitting to it, and trailing downwards in wetness.The impending darkness of the dusk was creeping in, curling around everything like slinky tendrils of fog, and encompassing everything in it's path. It did so...
LesbianThe AldermanCliff Bradley was one bullet short of making the Chicago Daily News obits in the summer of 1930. He had gotten tangled up with the mob who got itchy about a bundle of misplaced cash. They wanted it back. It turned out that 10K had been stolen by a teen-age hooker who considered it a tip. Unfortunately, the Chicago outfit didn't see it that way. They terminated both their disagreement and her in the customary way, the mob's way.Lots had changed since then. Alphonse Capone was out of...
HistoricalJune 1981, Chicago, Illinois I pulled up in front of the InterContinental Hotel on North Michigan Avenue in Chicago, and reluctantly handed the keys to my Trans Am to the valet. Stephanie and I grabbed our bags, and I went to check in. I handed over my new BankAmericard, which I’d received in the mail the previous week, and after they took an imprint, they handed it back along with two-room keys. I declined the assistance of the bellman and my sister and I took the elevator up to the 12th...
This is a sex fantasy site, right? As someone in the audience commented recently, "and that, ladies and gentlemen is why this is called a fantasy site". I really don't know what he meant, I mean, that story was true...I have never really taken the liberty of fantasizing on this site...until now. I mean, really, if others can do it why not I? If other people can write stories about living out every line of some sixties song, and someone else can fantasize about making love to 'Little...
The administrative manager of Jill's employer, having been to a number of these educational conferences over the years had told her that, with the meetings running through Thursday and the closing banquet that evening, she should take the whole week. She told her husband that she would not be able to fly home until Saturday late morning, wanting to spend as much time as she could with Dave.With virtually everyone being a total stranger in this area of the country, the chances of someone...
CheatingAlright, I've been playing you people...I'm sorry, but that is just the way it is. I've been taking the easy way out, like the song says. I've been writing about stuff that happened in my sordid past, not taking into account that this is a fantasy site. This is a sex fantasy site, not a sex reality site, right? So, now I am going to treat it like it deserves, I am going to tell you nice people about one of my dearest sexual fantasies. I, Alan W. Jankowski, am going to spill my guts out on the...
InterracialLove talkin', is all very fine, yeah Jive talkin', Just isn't a crime And if there's somebody, You'll love till you die Then all that jive talkin', Just gets in your eye --Jive Talkin' (Bee Gees) I picked up the phone in the kitchen and called my mother to tell her that Kristen was taking me somewhere--a surprise--and that I'd be home before ten o'clock tomorrow evening. My mother didn't have a problem with that. Kristen drove me in her Camaro to a small airport about ten...
Dear Diary, Words can't describe it! I'm sitting at my dining room table thinking back over a weekend that is surely the high point of my life. Three days of sheer and absolute joy. Days of total expression of love. Days of sexual enjoyment and satisfaction whose tingle still rings through my body at this moment. And yet I cannot wait for the moment Charlie comes home and I can give him my body once more and feel the joy of his heat inside my body. I have just waxed this beautiful table...
His face buried in the depth of my bosom as the glistening sweat poured from his face. He looked up into my eyes and said, “You make me feel sooooo goooood.” The words expelled in breathless whispers as he finally released many months of anticipation topped by the evening’s build up. He rocked my body back and forth as he continued to release deep inside of me kissing me ever so gently on my breast and under my chin. He whispered warm and beautiful sentiments as we sat Indra style feeling...
Kendal picked me up early because we had a long drive to Chicago. I loaded my bags in her trunk and I had coffee plus cinnamon rolls for the trip. "Did Tom give you your portfolio?" she asked. "Nope, I guess we have to go to your office first." I thought for a moment of what else we might need. "Should we make a CD with all the photos watermarked?" "That's a good idea. Do you have the CDs from yesterday?" I shook my head no. I got my phone out and called Tom. He met us at his...
Chapter 1 Here I was, 33, single, and just recently transferred to Chicago. I was sent here to get this upstart IT company on its feet. We recently acquired it and they need me to make sure it got up and running, our way, and to make a profit. And now 3 years later, I’m loving my life. I’m Blake, and as I said, I am 33, single, 6’, 190 lbs, with short blond hair. I generally work out at least 3 times a week, so I am in good shape. I’ve been told I am good looking, and judging from...
I open the garage door and feel the bitter chill of the Denver morning breeze. Moving around the car I hit the trunk release on the remote and place a small suitcase inside. As I back out of the driveway, the clock signals to me it is 4 AM. I turn onto 120th going east heading to the airport for my 6 AM flight out to Chicago. As I drive into the darkness all I can think about is tonight is the night. The night I will meet Michael for the very first time. Pulling into the airport garage,...
August 1982, Chicago, Illinois The drive between Milford and Chicago was becoming almost automatic for me — I’d stop the same places, eat the same thing, and fill up with gas at the same Amoco station. I made my usual good time and pulled up in front of the apartment building just before 6:00pm Chicago time. I got my mail from the mailbox, opened the apartment, then carried all my stuff in from the car. I moved the car from the loading zone to a parking spot, then walked to Theo’s. I...
The wait finally ended, Phil felt peculiarly unrushed. As they say, he'd waited over two and a half years, what's a few hours? Sitting in his old red VW beetle, probably on its last legs after the long journey from Cambridge to Chicago, he watched for the motherfucker Marisol married to leave the house. Arriving in Chicago late in the evening, he had slept at his fellow Harvard graduate's parents house. Despite the dark cloud of lost love and the unresolved discord with his parents, by...
Dear Diary, He did not quite get me there tonight, and so I am awake at 3AM. However, I am not a bit sad about that, he made me tingle all over and delighted me in ways I never expected to see again. He was just darling. Besides, I'm still just a little bit tender down there from our wonderful overindulgence in sex in Chicago. So I might have regretted him going on much longer. Delightful. We may be acting a bit like teenagers just at the moment, but I am sure things will settle down to...
Katherine Jackson arrived just before the presentation was to begin. Fred had called her during the week and excitedly explained how he was being recognized for his investment strategies and was going to be a guest speaker at the conference that he was attending in Chicago. Mrs. Jackson was thrilled by her husband’s accomplishments. She knew this could help him in his career and when he asked for her to fly out and support him; she couldn’t say no plus it meant a night together away from the...
My hard breathing hissed through my clenched teeth as I arched my back and tightened every muscle I could find to keep from releasing a flood of cum into the ultra-petite Japanese school girl’s pussy on top of me. As my muscles flinched with quick pulses, I knew it was too late to hold back. I looked up at the sweet young face with full, tender lips as I pulled down hard with a hand on each of her curvaceous hips. With my cock buried so deep I could feel the top of her canal, I shot my hot,...
EroticIntroduction: This story is about the fun time I had with moi homies What do men want? What do women want? These are the questions that most people really ask when in reality all they need to ask is what do you want?. Yes it is sex. Women love sex as much as men love footy. But Im not here to discuss my friends game. It wasnt the first time me and my homies had so much, neither it will be the last time. Delhi Jazz festival were the best three days in my life. The music was good anyway but the...
"Yes Alexis, oh god. Fuck that's good, yes right there! Ooh your tongue is magic, yes lick me harder, baby!"Alexis' mouth, cheeks, and chin were shiny in pussy juice. Chantal's pussy juice. The woman she had picked up in a jazz bar a month ago and eaten out in an alley an hour later. The woman who was a bisexual-virgin shall we say. The scene in Alexis' apartment was quite different this late afternoon though, nothing virgin about it at all.Alexis was buried between Chantal's spread thighs, her...
LesbianWork was tough. Framing is not as easy as it looks. All I wanted to do is come home, take a shower and relax. Maybe watch some t.v. As I walked in the house, I see my little girl getting her round supple breasts fondled by some young man, probably some one from her school, as they were in a deep kiss. "What the hell?! You need to leave right now young man!" The fear in his eyes was enough to keep me from ripping him a new one. After he had left, I turned back to Jazz. She was huddled in the...
IncestMy favorite hookup spot in the Cincinnati area is James Taylor Park in Newport, KY. As a teenager I could ride a bike from my parents house in Covington to Newport in a few minutes. I've hooked up with black men anytime from noon to 4am.Over many years I figured out that the entire 4 day weekend of the Kool Jazz Festival made it perfect hunting for Big Black Cocks. The straight/bi men would spend several hours enjoying music and partying then travel back to KY horny and needing to release...
Just experimenting with a different style of writing a sex story, comments and suggestions are welcomeJazmin wow, lovely smile thick ass black booty, you know jazz rhymes with ass right?why you tellin me that?because I’m checkin you out, does that make you feel uncomfortable?yeah, I got a man and you ain’t himI’m not looking for a girlfriend anyway I think you’re attractive but I would never date youI wouldn’t date you either, you ugly as hellugly is a four letter word you seem to be good at...
The HeiressThe well dressed woman sat across the desk from Detective Cliff Bradley. "I could use a name," Cliff said."I don't know his name," the voluptuous woman curtly replied. "I mean yours, not the blackmailer.""I'd rather not say until you've heard my story.""Okay, I'm all ears.""Well Mr. Bradley," she began."It's Cliff, doll.""Yes, Cliff, she continued. "I met a man.""Excuse me. I think I've heard this one before. It's about a handsome guy that you fell in love with who stole your virtue....
HistoricalWeekend in Chicago! My delicious secret!Not too long ago, one of my sexy friends asked me if I had a sexual experience that stood out in my mind; one that I’ve never really told anyone. Well…the answer to that is yes! I do, it’s been my little delicious secret for quite a while. Today, I am finally going to share it.My stepdaughter, Jessie – who is a real cutie – played on the tennis team in college. She told me about all the players on the team but the conversation kept coming back to her...
Pakistani Couple Swinging in Chicago I was rather lucky to get admission in Chicago University for PhD studies. I was relatively young 35 years and was not expecting to go to USA for 4 to 5 years and do my PhD. My name is Sameer, I am a Pakistani married to my girlfriend and class fellow in Masters program Saima. Saima belonged to a middleclass family and as you would know that in Pakistan having love marriage is a sin, therefore we faced problem from both the families. One reason for me to...
LETTER FROM CHICAGODear Shoeblossom:My name’s Noelle. I was just reading ?LETTER FROM BOSTON??That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction?and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him?and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back!Truth be told, I was only on the Candy Striper volunteer bit because I had to do three hundred hours of volunteer work as punishment for selling...
It would soon be our eleventh anniversary and my wife, Jenny, and I were looking forward to celebrating it on that upcoming Saturday. Being partners in business and being constantly on the road together can really put a strain on a relationship and I could feel us drifting apart lately. It was my idea to come back Chicago for our anniversary; I prayed it would put some spark back into our marriage. The plan was to return to the same club where I had proposed to her. I had checked first to make...
588,750.62 Japanese Yen. That’s how much my $5,000 dollars came out to after conversion. Here I was in the Hotel Nikko in Chicago waiting in my suite for my special visitor from Japan. I figured if a girl was willing to pose for nude photos for money then maybe, just maybe, she’d do more for money. So, I started my quest. It took many phone calls to a variety of publishers until I found someone who could get an offer to the lovely young japanese model Ayumi Tahara. I made my offer: all expenses...
InterracialThis story happened to me a few years ago, I had just left college and moved to a bigger city with more of a live music scene. I met Jeff playing for a singer from out of town when his friend got sick and couldn't go on the road. We came off stage and Thalia sat at the table I the far corner they reserve for guests of the band. As she scooted out from the table, I got a quick glance up her short skirt. Her thick thighs were shaven, and they were fat and juicy. The dress was form fitting with a...
Somewhere, within the storm, there was a sign. It wasn’t much. It could be, and frequently was, easily missed. Unadorned, made of faded bronze…just another plaque stuck to the side of a deteriorating brick building, tilting a little bit to the left in its old age. The curious and careful reader would find Olde English lettering, scratchy and unpainted, informing that the bar at the bottom of the stairs was called ‘The Rage.’ Not many people can claim to be curious and careful reader,...
As the sun was coming over Lake Michigan, I glanced over at this handsome man lying next to me in my bed. I had not slept a wink at all during the night. I had come to bed about 10:30 and had tossed & turned all night long. I wanted to sleep so badly but it looked like it wasn’t going to happen, not tonight anyway. Well I could hear him breathing in a deep rhythmic tone. You may be asking yourself, why is she talking like he is somebody new? Well, maybe that is because he is. Well, new to me...
It was my third night there at Chicago, now completing my quick business trip. During the second night I had been fucked by a hungry black man, Tyrone, who I had met at the lobby’s bar while I enjoyed a drink.After ruining my cunt so badly, Tyrone had called his friends Theo and Donny. These two black well hung guys had taken turns to fuck me even harder. Tyrone had fucked me in the ass while I was riding one of his buddies.I passed out during the night and I woke alone in early morning.I found...
I was boarding a plane to fly to Chicago; when I got a nice surprise.I heard my name and, as I turned my head back; I saw this beauty woman Donna, who was married to one of my old Bosses…She greeted me with a kiss on my cheek and asked if I was going also to Chicago. I could not believe this sexy lady would fly with me.Donna was a real trophy wife; a beauty redhead in her late forties, with nice round tits and a couple long legs to die for. She looked hot, wearing a tight dark green dress and...
Sex on the train, sex in the hotel, sex, sex, sex. I recently got an invitation to speak at a conference in Chicago. Joan as usual came with me. Joan is the most desirable woman and has the most voracious sexual appetite of any woman I have ever met. We have shared many sexual adventures and have enjoyed them all. Recently we were in Savannah and barely avoided a gangbang, although Joan might have enjoyed it. I love Joan more than life itself. I made the travel arrangements. We would take a...
Wife LoversJill rolled over and as she awoke she was disappointed to find that she was the only occupant of the bed; she had gotten accustomed to, and relished the touch of her lover. She arose and took her beautiful naked self out to the living room to find Dave also without a stitch of clothing, standing at the massive windows sipping on a cup of coffee and just taking in the view of Chicago's lakefront. Jill quietly approached him from the rear and embraced him from the back pressing her sexy breasts...
CheatingMany years ago, I was driving from Denver to Chicago, cruising down the highway late on a Friday afternoon. I had to stop for gas. As I was filling up, this young guy approached me. He was a good-looking k**, in his early 20’s. "You going far?" he asked. "To Chicago," I replied."I'd like to go there, can you give me a lift? I can help with gas money," he answered.I thought about it. The company would be nice. I opened the trunk and told the k** to throw in his pack and jump in the front...
It was late and I was exhausted and could wait to get home to sleep. So I waited for the train to come, which seemed forever. There was no one in sight, which is strange for Chicago. I was almost sleep when the train finally came. It was a full eight cars and I sat anywhere. The train was pleasant and comfortable. I had far to go, so I relaxed. On the next stop, there entering the train was a woman. A sweet and beautiful very, very dark skin Black girl. She was wearing blue shorts that went up...
What a week! I had spent the whole week pampering myself, going to the spa, shopping for new clothes and getting ready for a weekend getaway to Chicago. My husband had been gone all week on business and we were going to meet for our first weekend away as empty nesters. I had spent the last 18 years living the soccer mom life, so I was particularly excited to resume living for me. Our daughter had started college this fall, so we planned on completely enjoying this new phase of our lives. I was...