Doggies Don t Wear Clothes
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Dear reader—
Let’s see. Mind control, femdom, transvestism, autofellatio, cum-eating, mild homophobia, and some late autumn cleaning. Also, no violence. If such things float your boat, then enjoy. If not, best to move on.
The characters appear my stories Adam at the Arcade, Doggies Don’t Wear Clothes, and Drilled by Desmond. The events of this story take place some months prior to Drilled by Desmond.
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Lily and Jill breezed into Jill’s home, feeling great after three hours of hard leisure: yoga class, spin class, showering, and coffeehouse chat. It was a bright, sunny, cool Saturday morning. A slanted autumn sunlight streamed through tall windows. Lily loved Jill’s home: Tall ceilings, plush carpet, and a vast, clean living room opening into a kitchen of chrome appliances and spice racks and heated tile flooring.
They sipped coffee on Jill’s enormous white couch, talking happily. Jill sported a black tank top that showed off her stringy, alabaster-white yoga-trained arms. Her calloused feet poked from beneath a flowing hippie skirt of blue, red, and white swirls. Lily was comfy as always, happy to be in sweatpants, T-shirt, and footies. From downstairs came occasional sounds of cleaning: spraying, flushing, vacuuming, sweeping. Lily had dropped off Adam earlier and set him loose in Jill’s basement.
‘Thanks again for the loaner,’ said Jill. She tied her blonde dreadlocks behind her head. ‘It’s been forever since the basement got really cleaned. You’re sure he doesn’t mind?’
‘He can’t mind if there’s nothing there to mind with,’ said Lily.
Jill laughed. ‘I just don’t have the time, and we don’t have the cash for a cleaning service.’
Jill taught yoga six days a week, sometimes twice a day. There wasn’t much money in it. She just loved the exercise, how it trained her body, and the people she taught—mostly middle-aged white ladies with leisure time. The rest of her time, Jill worked on art. Painting, sculpture, pottery, mixed media—whatever struck her fancy.
‘No Desmond today,’ Lily noted. Jill’s husband.
‘He’s out working. A construction job, I think. Or maybe it’s his landscaping business. Not that he tells me.’
‘So he’s in a ‘noncommunicative place,” said Lily.
‘God, please, no more ‘marriage counselor’ jargon. He’s not in a ‘place,’ he’s being a dick. He won’t talk, won’t do anything around the house. Works all day for other people but won’t do anything for us.’
‘He works for money,’ Lily pointed out. A ton of money. She couldn’t understand how Desmond could make so much but they couldn’t afford a cleaning service. ‘I still think it’s a cultural thing. You know.’
‘Yeah, cultural. ‘I’m a black man. We’re not like white men. You can’t be in our business all the time.’ Fine. But he married a white girl. I’ve changed for him. I pry less, I give him space, I don’t ask what he’s thinking all the time. But he’s not giving me anything. He’s just angry.’ She sipped, then said, ‘Sometimes I want to do to him what you do to Adam. To get him talking.’
‘It doesn’t work that way. He wouldn’t get Desmond’s memories. The man cleaning your basement doesn’t know anything about Adam.’
”Man’ in my basement?’ said Jill. ‘You mean ‘doggie.”
‘Sure,’ said Lily. She didn’t him that unless she was playing with him directly. ‘Anyway, there’s just something wrong about turning a black man into a slave.’
‘He wouldn’t be my slave,’ said Jill. ‘He’d be my lover. My occasional lover. I mean . . . well, you know. We’re not doing well. We haven’t had sex in weeks. What you do to Adam . . . can we do it to Desmond?’
Lily considered. ‘It takes a lot of time and patience. A lot of late nights. You have to be careful not to wake him while the training’s going on. Then he’ll know, and he might not appreciate it.’
‘Couldn’t we do it to him while he’s awake?’
Lily shook her head. ‘The waking mind isn’t as pliable. You’d have to force so much into his brain at once that you’d damage his daylight mind. It’s best to build from below, in dreams, than it is to enforce from above.’
Jill pouted. ‘If he keeps up being such a pain in the ass, enforcing from above might not be a bad thing.’
Then came a heavy clonking up the basement steps—20 steps, Lily counted. Adam entered the living room and towered over them, dazed, trusting, attentive.
Adam was pimped out in full French-maid fantasy garb. Three-inch black pumps, black thigh-highs, garters, black corset, choker, maid’s cap. His short pageboy hair framed his heavily made-up face: ruby lips, purple eyelids, blue eyelashes. His knees were coated in the filth of an unfinished basement. He’d been on all fours a long time. Scrub, scrub, scrub.
‘Goddamn, Lily,’ said Jill. ‘Your hubby is a cute guy, but he’s a fucking ugly tranny. I don’t think even Balthazar would fuck him.’
Adam’s panties swelled, and a wet, fleshy mushroom poked over the rim. ‘Oh, look,’ said Jill. ‘He gets off on being insulted.’
‘He gets off on pretty much anything. I’m not selfish. I want it to be fun for him, too.’
‘How can it be fun if he doesn’t remember anything?’
‘It’s fun at the time. Doggie, you’re having fun, right?’
‘Yes Ma’am. Doggie has fun serving you and Jill.’
‘That’s hot. Like he’s a Barbie doll or a bimbo.’
‘Goth Barbie,’ suggested Lily.
‘Ugliest fucking Barbie doll ever,’ said Jill. They laughed, and the mushroom poked out more and sprouted a clear bead of liquid, making them laugh harder.
Jill said, ‘Doggie, you’ve been working so hard—you must be thirsty and hungry. Kneel on the floor. Good boy. Now go to Balthazar’s bowls in the kitchen. Don’t worry, Balthazar’s outside. Finish them all up. Lick them clean. Then come back.’ Adam crawled away. Soon they heard lapping water and crunching kibbles.
‘It’s been about four hours, now,’ said Jill. ‘Won’t he notice the lost time?’
‘He’ll remember cleaning up the basement, but he’ll think he did it because he’s a super-nice guy. Then he’ll remember hanging out with us and having lunch, all in his normal clothes. None of this tranny stuff.’
‘Adam is a super-nice guy,’ said Jill. ‘Like, the real Adam is really nice. Did you make that happen? Muck with his head a bit?’
Lily shook her head. ‘I can’t affect the real Adam at all. That’s just him. He’s just a really sweet guy. Thoughtful, attentive, he doesn’t mind cleaning or cooking, he listens to me, he likes doing what I do, but he’s not clingy. He’s got his own interests and life.’
‘Then why’d you do this to him? Most girls would kill for a nice guy like that.’
‘One fatal flaw.’ Lily sipped her coffee for the dramatic pause. ‘No libido.’
‘No libido? You mean low libido.’
‘Nope. I mean no libido. He’s scared of sex. Lots of shame, lots of guilt. Decades old stuff, foundational to his personality. So he just puts all his energy into working, writing, exercising. But not sex.’
‘Are you sure he’s not gay?’
‘Well, he’s gay NOW,’ and they laughed. ‘He’s pretty much everything now.’
‘Do you and Adam ever have sex? I mean, when he’s just Adam?’
‘Nope. We did a couple of times, before all this started, but . . . well, he just wasn’t really into it. It was painful for him, brought up all kinds of bad feelings. I could tell he was doing it for me, not him.’
‘But what happened to him? What’s he so guilty about?’
‘Sorry. That’s personal. I won’t betray my husband’s trust. I will say that I did this to help him. To let him feel pleasure and give pleasure without guilt or shame. In fact, this is how he gets past the guilt and shame. By serving, and making others happy. It’s atonement. It’s the one time in his life he can be free.’
Jill pursed her lips. ‘It still bet he’s gay.’
‘Nope. He swears on his parents’ graves that he’s straight.’
Adam crawled back into the roo
m and knelt on all fours in front of Lily and Jill. His belly hung low, full of food and water.
‘Hunh,’ said Jill, brushing hair from Adam’s eyes. ‘Well, you sure turned this straight guy into something pretty bent. And speaking of bent . . . should we get started?’
‘Sure,’ said Lily. ‘Do your thing.’
‘Doggie,’ she said. ‘Stand up, and strip.’ Adam complied. He stood before them, nude, his cock still hard from earlier insults.
‘Hum,’ said Jill. ‘Let’s keep him a little whored up, though. Not just the makeup. Doggie, put the thigh-highs and pumps back on. The choker, too.’ Adam put them back on and grew 3 inches taller.
‘Fuck, that’s hot,’ said Jill. ‘I can’t decide if it’s because he looks like a whore or if it’s that he’s got no power.’
‘Yes to both,’ said Lily. ‘This wouldn’t be nearly so fun if he had any power. ‘Sisterhood is powerful,’ right?’
‘It’s about goddamned time it was,’ said Jill. She retrieved a pink yoga mat from a closet and set it on the floor so that it and the couch formed a T-shape.
‘Doggie,’ said Jill. ‘Lay down on the mat, on your back.’ She assumed her yoga-instructor persona: helpfully stern. ‘Put your head up here by the couch, near me and Lily. Good boy.’
Jill cleared her throat. ‘Doggie: Ouroboros pose.’
Adam swung his legs up and over his head, curling his body into a C. The pumps on his feet dangled up by the couch, their weight keeping him from rolling back. His muscles shook lightly, trying to keep balance.
‘Use your feet to brace yourself. Against the couch, doggie. Good, right. That’ll keep you steady.’
His ass pointed toward the ceiling, and his cock pointed down at his head, about an inch from his nose.
‘Doggie,’ said Jill. ‘Hold that pose. Breathe in . . . hold it . . . hold it . . . let go. Good boy. Keep breathing that way. Let your back relax. Let it relax. Breathe, and relax. Hold that pose for a while, Look at your cock, dangling above you. Look at that beautiful, big, hard cock. Look at that precum . . . .oh, it’s starting to string down. The string is getting longer, longer . . . can doggie catch it on his nose? Oh, good doggie! Here come more strings. Catch them with your nose.’
Jill moved to the floor next to Adam. She lightly stroked his lower back, his ass, the backs of his thighs. At times she came close to his balls, but not too close.
Lily shifted on the couch, putting herself directly in front of Adam. From this angle he looked like a mutant elephant, its trunk growing out of a wrinkled bump above its eyes. She took out her iPhone. ‘Want a souvenir?’
Jill squealed. ‘Oh, God, yes! But don’t get me in the picture.’
‘What,’ said Lily. ‘You don’t think this would drum up the yoga business?’
‘Seriously, Lily. No pictures with me in it.’
‘Don’t worry. Nothing incriminating. Not that we’re doing anything wrong. What’s a little yoga among friends?’
Adam’s back relaxed more, and his groin dropped lower. Soon his cockhead rested below his nose, precum flowing onto his upper lip.
‘Doggie,’ said Jill. ‘Snort your precum. Right up your nose.’ Adam shifted, bringing his cockhole to a nostril. He inhaled, hard. His nose burbled, and then he swallowed.
Lily giggled. ‘Oh my God, you’re terrible.’
‘Other nostril, doggie’ said Jill. More inhaling, burbling, swallowing. ‘Keep it up.’
Lily leaned down, took another picture. She looked in Adam’s eyes. Nothing but frantic arousal and absolute obedience in that so-called brain . . . ‘Doggie is a sick fucking pervert, isn’t he?’ His cock replied for him, sliding past his nose and poking him in the eye.
Jill chimed in. ‘Rub your cockhead on your eyes, doggie. Get those eyes wet.’ Lily was about to say that would make his eyes sting, but then realized she was fine with that. ‘Now all over your face, doggie. Make your face gleam for us.’ Adam’s musk filled the air.
‘Soooooooooo fucking hot,’ said Jill. Now she was stroking Adam’s sac. ‘You gotta tell me how you did this.’
Lily ignored her. ‘He looks ready.’
‘So you’re the yoga instructor, now? But yeah, you’re right—he’s ready. Doggie: Open your mouth.’ Jill took Adam’s cock between her thumb and fingers. ‘Good doggies lick themselves clean. Clean yourself, doggie.’
Jill popped Adam’s cock into his mouth, his bright red lips wrapping around it. He began sucking, his balls resting on either side of his nose. The strain was obvious, but by lifting his head slightly and pushing his hips he attained the in-and-out motion of a true blowjob.
‘God, do I love your husband,’ said Jill. She brought her hand to Lily’s ankle and began lightly caressing it.
Lily pulled her leg away. ‘Nuh-uh,’ she said. ‘We’ve talked about this.’
‘C’mon, Lil. I could convince you.’
‘Totally not interested,’ said Lily. ‘I’m not a dyke, no thank you.’
‘So, what, what Adam does—’
‘What doggie does,’ Lily corrected.
‘—fine, what doggie does is totally okay, but two girls together is a problem?’
‘It’s a problem for me,’ said Lily. ‘I don’t even like to think about it. So, no.’
Jill sighed. ‘Fine. Oh, hey. Does he seem kinda close to you?’
Lily looked. Muscles trembling, light sweat on his thighs, asshole spasming, scrotum bouncing like a hackeysack. ‘Yeah, that looks pretty close to me. You wanna slow things down, make it last?’
‘Um. No, I’m not sure when Desmond’s going to get home. Let’s just get this done. I’ve got some painting to do.’
‘All right,’ said Lily. ‘Let’s help him out, then.’
Lily reached out and traced a fingertip around his asshole. Adam moaned, the first sound beside breathing and sucking he had made. Lily kept it up, and he kept moaning. Then she began tapping lightly on his asshole, and his moans got louder.
‘C’mon, doggie,’ said Jill. ‘Good doggies clean themselves, inside and out. Your balls are full of dirty cum. Suck that dirty cum right out of your balls.’
Between Lily’s touches and Jill’s encouragement it didn’t take long. Adam’s breathing quickened, his body shook, his eyes widened, and the muffled screams started. His cock tightened, pulsed one, two, three, four times . . . Lily couldn’t see the semen, but she knew his mouth was filling with it. But she had to be sure.
‘Don’t swallow it, doggie. Keep it all in your mouth, no matter how much there is.’ His cock pumped for a few more seconds. Lily watched his throat. He didn’t swallow. ‘Good doggie,’ she said.
Jill and Lily helped Adam out of his pose, bringing him down slowly so he wouldn’t strain his back. His face was a mess: smeared lipstick, smudged eye shadow, and runny mascara from the cock-painting he’d given himself.
‘It’s hard to believe he could get even uglier,’ said Jill.
‘Be respectful. This is my husband.’ Lily took another picture. ‘Doggie, sit up. Good boy. Now, without letting any cum leak out, open your mouth.’ Adam did, showing off a slithery silver pool on his tongue. Lily took a picture, then another.
‘Good doggie,’ she said. ‘Now swallow.’ Down it went.
‘I am completely fucking soaked,’ said Jill.
‘TMI,’ said Lily. ‘You want him to take care of you?’
‘God, yes, please,’ she said, and began pulling down her skirt.
‘Let me leave the room first,’ said Lily. ‘Just not in the mood to watch.’
‘Fine, go watch television. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, do whatever. Doggie, off the mat. Get on all fours. Yeah, let me lay down. Yeah, that’s it.’ She shucked off her panties and spread her legs. So skinny, pelvic bones showing from her vegan diet. ‘Doggie, lick my pussy, make me cum.’
Lily went to the kitchen, took a bottled water from the fridge, and went into the television room, chased by Jill’s noises and moans and words. Sure, Lily was a little jealous, Adam pleasuring another woman. Adam was hers, he was her husband, he was her love. Except that
this wasn’t Adam, she told herself. This was doggie. That’s why it wasn’t cheating: It was doggie, and doggie wasn’t Adam. And she could let doggie play with whomever she fucking well wanted to. It wasn’t cheating.
Lily turned up the television, loud.
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My name is Hank, and what I’m about to tell you happened yesterday. I’m forty-eight years old and single. I don’t know if “single” is the right word or not. I lived with a woman named Rose for over fifteen years but we had never married, so “divorced” is not right. I don’t like “separated” because it implies that there is still a legal connection there; there isn’t and we aren’t ever getting back together. I think I’ll stick with “single” for now. Let me start again. My name is Hank, ...
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Prince grabbed Jenna around her waist and pulled her close to him. He could feel her bullet like nipples press hard against his chest. Their lips were locked in a mad dance of passion.Jenna was grunting as she kissed him, a low guttural a****l grunt. He could feel her body bucking and humping him as she kissed. She wanted to be touched all over, to be ravaged, to be sexually satiated. There was a mad frenzy in her kiss and touch. As if she could not bear to lose the sexual high she was...
The following day James traveled to Albany, the state capitol, on business purposes. (His comment to me was that he had need to purchase some politicians, either one Senator or two Congressmen, whichever would prove cheaper!) He planned to spend the night and then return the next day, and for once had traveled without me. These small trips occurred on a monthly basis, and we always spent some time on a small holiday, answerable to nobody and nothing but our own decadent tastes. However, James...
Aimee's Makeovers Part Three By Jena Corso As we arrived at the spa, we were greeted by the flamboyant host, Claude. "Aimee, it's been too long, girlfriend." Claude smiled and looked at his appointment book. "I'm so glad you are back, and I see you are going to spend a nice day with us." "Thank you, Claude," said Aimee, kissing him on the cheek. "I know it's been too long. I've been so busy and trust me, I really could use a little pampering." "Of course dear, you deserve...
Maidservant by Imperator Mentus "Did you truly think you could sneak into my home?" Lord Chester Wallace asked me. "A little, yeah." "How quaint," he said, "then are you prepared for what comes next?" "What," I asked, "you gonna call the cops and let them see all that weird shit you've got here? Besides, you make one wrong move I'll shoot a hole through your fucking face." "Oh please," he chuckled, "You aren't going to shoot me." "That so? Tell you what. Let Molly go,...
Wife and my maidservant I am 45 yrs old now and have a lot of past experiences that I was and still enjoying today. My name is Joyanta and I live in Calcutta. As traditionally in the Bengali housework is done by the maidservants. The life of these maids are very pathetic as they get married very early produce one or two children and their husbands leave them for a fresh bird. They become helpless and start working in people’s houses or start whoring around. I stay in a small flat with 3 rooms...
First TimeJacquelyn’s death was not unexpected, but that didn’t lessen the blow for her family and friends. A life was taken too soon from this world, and our only comfort was that she died peacefully in her sleep, without pain or suffering, and surrounded by those who loved her. Amanda wasn’t just the most beautiful, the most intelligent, and the most kind-hearted person I knew, and would ever know; she also possessed an inner strength that was like a rock against endlessly crashing waves. My wife...
Note: ——I am NOT the author!so plz Don't ask me about part two,am simply sharing THE BRIDESMAIDS by lesley_taraIntroduction: The idea for this story came to me whilst watching on television the British royal wedding in April 2011, and seeing Pippa Middleton’s sexy ass so gloriously showcased in her stunning bridesmaid’s dress. If you have read my true story ‘What Turns Me On’, you will know what a trim and jutting female butt does for me! As always, the story is entirely fiction, and any...
"You'll be sitting at the bridesmaid's table today, dear." "Why won't I be sitting with you?" "How dare you question me like this. I want you at the bridesmaid's table and don't ever question my authority again. I'll sit you wherever I damn well please. I want to sit with some real men. Not some fucking little pantywaist like you. I don't know why I'm explaining this to you. You have much more in common with the bridesmaids then you have with any of the men sitting at 'our' table....
You get a job to help assist people in the nursing field. That all the information you got. It pays well enough where you don’t ask too many questions about it. You only had a little time to pick a job. You arrive in a big old house in the hills. You knock on the oak doors “Come in” A female voice says You walk in and you see a 20 year old woman with blue hair and pig tails. She has a big smile and is 5.10 with a hello kitty T shirt that barely holds her gigantic breast. It looks like it is...
FetishMachine translation. I ask some errors to apologizeChapter 1Anton and Inge are Both engineers and married. When Anton got an offer for a project in Qatar Both knew thatthis was just for a few years. So he left to start his new project to Doha. In the country arrived he worked his way Quickly and Quickly found friends. Among synthesis friends so a European / Asian couple with who he what, the longer he was there, spent more and more time. Thomas from Switzerland and "Suzy" Said her nickname from...
Me and The Vixen (her name is G) hadn't met for a while. We always keep in touch but the phone sex and teasing vids and pics we exchanged weren't satisfying us both. We needed to meet again and fuck! A month ago I told her I'd be close by in Maidstone for a couple of days. She called me to tell me she was on her way over to my hotel so I waited in the hotel bar for her. The weather was terrible and she arrived in a long coat around 11 in the morning. I had my head down reading the paper when I...
We start this week’s show, as we start every show, with a shot of the UK of Zoo map of the British Isles with all its sparkling little lights ... And then a new light – brighter and larger, indicating this week’s location – down south, way south - to the south-east of London, sharpening down to a point over (as the caption tells us) - “MAIDSTONE”. Then we dive into the map and cut through to an establishing shot of a boring housing estate. Low green hedgerows, little green lawns, grey brick...
She looked so delightful in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly-fitted cut highlighting the budding curves of her slender sixteen-and-a-half year old body – her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips and her cute bubble-butt. Helen was a very pretty and attractive teenager even in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classically-simple and elegantly-shaped sheath of satin, she looked absolutely eatable – and I had plans to do just that. We two had been the...
Introduction: I met Dot and Goody, my future wife and her maid of honor I was 22 when I arrived at my new assignment in Wiesbaden, Germany in the summer of 1960. I was assigned to a headquarters squadron that consisted of sixty or so enlisted men and the officers. We worked and lived in former German military administrative buildings. The dormitories were spacious and offered us much more privacy than standard American military barracks. In the military, and especially overseas, you tend to...
In the military, and especially overseas, you tend to socialize with the people you pull duty with. The single enlisted males had their favorite haunts downtown and most of the time you would run into someone you knew as you made the late evening rounds looking for pussy, our primary off duty occupation. We did a lot of sightseeing but our interest in German culture was finding the best places to score. There was of course the local bar scene where a guy could get lucky. If you were...
I was 22 when I arrived at my new duty station in Wiesbaden, Germany in the summer of 1960. I was assigned to a headquarters squadron that consisted of sixty or so enlisted men and officers. We worked and lived in former German military administrative buildings. The dormitories were spacious and offered us much more privacy than standard American military barracks. In the military, and especially overseas, you tend to socialize with the people you pull duty with. The single enlisted males had...
Wife LoversIntroduction: Dot found her first job and a new friend in Goody To describe Goody in a word: voluptuous. She had black hair, piercing blue eyes and a tiny waist with flaring hips, truly a beautiful derriere, and breasts to die for. Hers was the first shaved vagina I had ever seen. Dot had already shaved it for her by the time I met them. Dot on the other hand was tall, blonde, small breasted, really long legs, and beautiful pear shaped ass. They were a sexy pair. Strolling down the boulevard...
To describe Goody in a word: voluptuous. She had black hair, piercing blue eyes and a tiny waist with flaring hips; truly a beautiful derriere, and breasts to die for. Hers was the first shaved vagina I had ever seen. Dot had already shaved it for her by the time I met them. Dot on the other hand was tall, blonde, small breasted, really long legs, and beautiful pear shaped ass. They were a sexy pair. Strolling down the boulevard on a warm summer evening, Dot's arm around Goody's neck and...
Wife LoversThey were a sexy pair. Strolling down the boulevard on a warm summer evening, Dot's arm around Goody's neck and Goody's arm around Dot's waist just above the buttocks. Now there was a sight, but not uncommon on European streets. They were quite physical with each other; always playing grab-ass. At the time, Goody had latched on to a young American airman. He saw a good thing when he "laid" his young eyes on her. He was twenty; maybe. He was a good looking kid, not too...
Goody........Chapter 2 She certainly was. Her real name was Gudrun. One of those funny-peculiar names that Germans give to girls. Everybody called her Goody. When I met her she was Dot's best friend. It's not too difficult to describe Goody. She was, in a word, voluptuous. She was only about 5'6" tall between me and Dot, both about 5'10". She had black hair, blue eyes, a tiny waist with flaring hips..... truly a beautiful derriere, and breasts to die for. Hers was the first shaved vagina I had...
LesbianTed walked into the kitchen to see what was holding things up. "Oh, lord! What have we here?" He exclaimed loudly. His wife, Dot and her friend, Goody were locked in a fierce embrace. He was not so much surprised as pleasantly relieved. He had been hoping that this reunion would rejuvenate their previous relationship.The women were locked in a squirming clinch against the kitchen counter. Goody had one knee up to Dot's hip, humping her pelvis into her old friend who in turn was pressed to the...
Wife LoversIntroduction: It had been about 10 years since we saw her last and she was just as hot as ever, maybe better with age… Ted walked into the kitchen to see what was holding things up. Oh, lord! What have we here? He exclaimed loudly. His wife, Dot and her friend, Goody were locked in a fierce embrace. He was not so much surprised as pleasantly relieved. He had been hoping that this reunion would rejuvenate their previous relationship. The two beautiful women were locked in a squirming clinch...
The two beautiful women were locked in a squirming clinch against the kitchen counter. Goody had one knee up to Dot's hip, humping her pelvis into her old friend who in turn was pressed to the counter. Goody's skirt was riding way up high exposing her stockinged legs from high-heels to crotch. Dot was pulled on Goody's leg under the knee with one hand.....the other groped Goody's panty covered buttocks. Their lips were locked onto each other's mouths. "Hey, you two look like you have a...
Our "how we met" story is short. Dot and I met, fell in love and were married within a year. We spent hours recounting our sexual experiences to turn each other on, then fucked like mad afterwards. I told her about my first sexual escapades as a young man in the military. She told me about Charlize and Goody, her first girl-girl discoveries, and how much she loved to suck cock. What's not to love? After we got married, we decided to limit our sexual activities only to each other for a while.......
BisexualI walked across to the doctors office which was in fact in the basement and slowly and carefully went down to the front door and rang the bell, my jaw dropped when the door opened.Maybe I was expecting a pretty receptionist but I certainly wasn’t expecting an old man well into his 70’s dressed in a button up white coat and from what I could make out, not much else.“Hello, I’m Dr Goodwin, I am a doctor you know” he said very professionally while looking me up and down, “You must be Jerry” he...
"You've got some explaining to do, little Missy! What, did you think I'd call you 'young man' with all those panties and a bra under your mattress? Is that your only undies supply? Why didn't you just put them in your panty drawer? Oh, don't worry. I already moved them so they'd be a little more convenient for you. Oh, and I bought you some more. A girl needs more than five pairs of panties and one bra. I'm sure I got you the right size and I bought the most feminine ones for...