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Temp by Caitlyn Masked He said he could get me a temp job at his office as a clerk but forewarned me it was an underpaid secretarial position created just for men willing to apply into a similar job. He told me it was an incredibly sexist company and that the chances of me getting promotions or raises was limited. That all such perks went to the women. He strongly suggested I try for a similar job elsewhere for my own mental health, but as a successful man he just couldn't realize how difficult it was to get any type of job. Times were hard and I took it. If anything, he undersold just how bad this temp experience was. The executives I had to work for were constantly teasing me about taking a woman's job, and they didn't bother hiding the insults. Sissy, fag, pansy boy. I was called all those and more in the first week. And the ladies in the secretarial pool weren't any better. They saw me as weak and out of place and were pissed that I was taking a space that one of their friends could easily occupy. After a couple weeks of hell, he told me that he had a temporary solution if I insisted staying in the job. It could get me those raises and promotions and might even make my time with the girls go smoother. I agreed without even hearing what his idea was. He took command of the situation like any executive would and started ordering me around. I scheduled an appointment at the salon for a new style. I hired a personal shopper with his AmEx Black card to get me proper office attire. I requested a week off for personal reasons that he immediately approved. He even had me get appointments for a personal stylist to come help me every night. That week off work was... strange. I balked once I realized what he had in mind but relented when he told me it was the only way and that it would be temporary and give me the skills to get a better job elsewhere. After having my ponytail cut off and the remaining hair styled... after shopping for skirts and panties and blouses and bras with fit in falsies... after being taught how to apply makeup and keep my body without hair and comb out my new hairstyle... after learning how to walk in heels and put on stockings and talk in a soft husky voice... after a week off I was surprised and startled to realize that I was completely passable as a woman. I was so nervous that first day back, but he had thought of everything. I immediately heard the gossip of the pansy whose job I was taking over. I couldn't even try to defend myself since I was now known by my enfemme name and had no relationship or history of knowing my former masculine self. The girls took to me quickly, chatting me up about my personal life and how I knew the executive that got me the job. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind and blushed 17 shades of red when I heard my own sultry whisper say he was my boyfriend. The executives were far more accommodating, but they also were a lot more willing to enter into my personal space. Their arms found quick ways to wrap around my corseted waist and guide me to where I needed to be. Their hands were experts at brushing and caressing and even outright pinching my ass in its tight pencil skirt. And I swear, each time I'd blush and get all out of sorts they'd just grin and get even more touchy. He wasn't happy to hear the rumor that he'd hired his girlfriend but agreed that it would work as an excuse. I was even less happy when I heard that he'd help me play it up... it seems he has a history of hiring former flings and then being a little more amorous with them at the office. So, to pull this off he would help by kissing and caressing me every chance he got. When I tried to back out of 'practicing' with him he reminded me that this was my doing and that he wasn't going to get a bad reputation because his 'girlfriend' didn't look pleased at being kissed. I spent the night in his lap, his strong arms around me as we watched television. And every commercial break, we'd turn to each other and kiss. And kiss. And kiss. And kiss. I don't think I've ever kissed the same person that many times as my few girlfriends were always a little shy about showing affection. I wanted to act like one of those girls, being shy felt more natural, but was encouraged to show my pleasure at his advances and even initiate some of the kissing and necking. The practicing worked. No one suspected we weren't a couple at the office when they saw us kiss in the reception area. Or at the watercooler. Or in his office. I was afraid that my fellow secretaries would notice something amiss, but if anything, they were supportive. They suggested some exercise programs that would help me get a better body. They suggested some different makeup and even a different salon to use. They suggested some skin and facial creams to help my skin glow. They suggested I go tanning with them. They even invited me to a girl's night out on the weekend. I accepted the suggestions I could ignore and begged off the ones I couldn't. But then he found out. He insisted that I fit in. That some of the girls in the secretarial pool were his old flames and that they'd quickly suspect a girl that wasn't trying to be her best for him, even if I was just a temp. So, after our evening make out session he had me call them up and take all the offers. The yoga class at first was surprisingly relaxing and took my attention away from what it took to be in disguise. Pulling my cock back wasn't enough so I had to wear an extra tight pair of panties to hold it back up, and the tight shape enhancing yoga pants made it so that I could barely feel anything 'down there'. At some point, however, I started to notice I was surrounded by beautiful sexy women all dressed in clothes that showed off their beautiful curves. It didn't matter that I could see myself in the mirror and only saw another woman... it aroused me. I couldn't help it and the panties were no match for my cock so I had to quickly and quite embarrassingly excuse myself before they all found my secret tenting out my lycra and nylon outfit. Living it was bad, but somehow it was worse when I had to explain it to him during out kissing at night. He just laughed at the predicament and told me to figure out a way to explain it to the girls or it would look strange. Fate took care of that for me though as the girls all explained that they'd had trouble at 'that time of the month' before. The relief at not having to think up an excuse was short lived though as one girl told me to see her ob-gyn to get on the pill she used... that it would help make those times a little smoother. I took the prescription and thanked her but later cursed her when my boyfriend, as he insists, I call him at the office, decided that I should not only get the prescription filled but start taking them. He supposed that taking the pills would help remind me when 'my time of the month' was so that I could fake it better. I tried to argue that taking real hormones would have a real effect on me, but he just swatted my ass and told me to do it or they'd all find out. I think it was the spank that took me over the edge. I'd seen girls treated like that at the office and had even had a playful spank myself a few times. But there was absolutely no reason to take that at home. I reasoned that this was a good job and later when I could put a years' worth of experience on my resume... he'd told me he'd fake the HR records... that it would all be worth it. But if that was going to happen, I'd need to set up some boundaries at home. No spanking. No dressing up or kissing for him anymore. And absolutely no birth control pills. When I went into his home office and started talking, he tried to dismiss me like he would at the office. He grew a little angry when I reminded him that he wasn't talking to some ditzy blonde at the office and was instead talking to his friend who just needed a temp job. His male friend who needed a temp job. It probably didn't help that I was wearing my thick comfortable pink bathrobe with my hair up in a towel, but damn it he knew what I was talking about. At first, I thought we were going to have a normal, if somewhat heated, discussion. But he just kept getting angrier and angrier. He insisted that for this to work I not only had to play the role he'd made for me at the office, but I'd have to play it here at home. Full Time. Morning, Noon, and Night. I insisted that I was getting good enough to fool both the girls and the executives at the office and that I should be able to relax. And more than that, that I shouldn't do anything that would permanently change me like birth control pills would do. We went back and forth, getting ruder and ruder with our commentary until we were finally throwing outright insults at each other. He reminded me of the first week I was there by calling me a sissy and pansy, and that's when I reminded him that he was the one enjoying kissing a man every night. That was the wrong thing to say. His brow clouded over like a storm front and I knew that I'd crossed a line. I knew his masculinity was very important to him and that any hint of an insult toward it would enrage him. I started to stammer out an apology but quicker than I thought it possible for him to move he was up and around his desk. I think I got a fairly feminine 'eep' out as he took my wrist and dragged me over his lap as he sat back down. When his hand came down on my upturned ass I was shocked at just how much it hurt. He wasn't holding back anything and my fluffy robe felt like it wasn't even there. I tried to escape but in this position, I didn't stand a chance. He quickly had my wrists held up together nearly at my shoulder blades with one of his meaty hands while his other ham hock continued my spanking. I tried to at least hold back the tears as my humiliation grew and engulfed my entire being, but evidently he wanted more evidence of me learning my lesson. When he flipped up my robe, pulled down my panties, and continued the sounds of flesh on flesh spanking filled the room. Until they were joined by my sobs. Then my begging. Then my cries. Then my wails. When he figured I'd had enough he picked me up as though I weighed only a couple pounds and carried me into his bedroom. Even with the pain from my reddened ass and the abject embarrassment running through me I was reminded of the way a new husband would carry his bride over the threshold. He laid me on the bed face down and told me not to move. I'm not sure I could have moved all that much even if I'd wanted to, but I certainly wasn't going to try after the example he'd just given me. When he returned, he pulled my robe up again and applied a cooling balm to my ass. He left my ass bare as he climbed under the covers with me and told me to try and lie still and get some sleep. I desperately wanted to be anywhere else other than lying in a bed, half naked, next to a man who was insisting I look and act like a woman all the time. Next to a man who had just given me a spanking for wanting to argue about my desire to not be a woman all the time. But there was no doubt in my mind about where I was going to sleep. The spanking might have been painful, emasculating, and humiliating... but it was also effective. Don't. Question. Him. When my eyes slowly opened, I was surprisingly warm. I thought I'd be cold sleeping with a bare ass all night, but it almost felt as though the mattress was warmed. My eyes slowly focused and even though I knew what I was seeing, I couldn't quite figure out why I was seeing it. Many times, in my life, I've looked down my body at my morning hardon staring back up at me. Of course my morning wood wasn't ever that big, and my belly was never that firm and fit and when I looked down like that I was on my back, not on my side with someone's arm around me.... the realization of my position was terrifying. I was lying on my side, my head resting on his chest with his arm holding me close. I wasn't looking down at my body, I was looking at his. I was looking right at his hard cock. Lesson learned or not my whole body stiffened as I tried to shrug off his heavy arm, but instead of getting away I felt him flex and pull me closer. His sleep slurred mumble came down from above and I couldn't quite tell if he was asleep or awake. His hand lazily caressed up my smooth hairless belly until it found my hand. As he took it and gave it a squeeze my still stinging ass reminded me to do as he wants. I let him guide my hand down, giving out only a shuddered breath as he wrapped my seemingly dainty fingers, with their French styled nails, around his cock. I imagine it was my shaking hand, full of his manhood, that brought him fully out of his slumber. As he slid out of my grasp and from under my head, leaving me to lie close to tears surrounded by his scent, he chuckled and told me to get up and get him some coffee. My heart sped up even more when he walked into the bathroom and told me that if I really wanted to feel his cock more intimately, I could join him in the shower instead. Not wanting to give him any ideas of my desire to continue his sleep muddled activities I jumped out of bed and got the coffee going. Compared to how the morning started, the day was normal. But that's saying a lot as he called up about the prescription for birth control pills and explained what he wanted. My heart must have dropped into my stomach as I sat nearby and listened to him order me up both female hormones and male hormone blockers. I was told that I would take the pills and shots as ordered and if he suspected anything different, he'd give them to me himself. Later that day, after I called into the office and told the giggling secretary that neither I nor my boyfriend would be into work today, he talked to me and told me how things would progress. Blaming me fully for putting us both in this situation he made it clear that I was to become as feminine as possible. That he wouldn't risk his job nor his reputation on me slipping up in my temp position. He had some new clothing equipment coming in that I would wear any time that I had any clothing on and that it would help keep my 'unsightly bulge' hidden away. He told me that he expected me to get to know the secretaries better and accept them as friends, and that if I couldn't gain their confidence that I was to share intimate details of us having sex. That week, when I hesitated to long, he picked out my new friend. She was a ditzy blonde in every way, but somehow found it endearing that my boyfriend made sure to tell her that I was shy but wanted to be better friends. She took me under her wing and started telling me everything. And I mean everything.... She told me how she was dating another executive. She told me how to better style my hair. She told me her ticks to losing weight. She told me how her boyfriend liked it when she gave him a blowjob in the office. She told me her morning routine of clearing and applying 5 different hard to get lotions. She told me how to slim down my waist so that I'd fit into better looking skirts. She told me about her plastic surgeon and how good he was at breast enhancement. She told me that she was so excited to know me because she'd never had a little sister. Each night I had to share with my boyfriend what me and my 'bestie' had talked about. When I told him about the hair styling, he had a whole vanity put into my bedroom specifically so that I could practice my hair styling. When I told him about her tricks to losing weight my diet changed to drop all carbs. When I told him about her boyfriend's sexual likes, he had me share that he liked the same thing... and that I really liked doing that for him. When I told him about the lotions, I found the same ones on the doorstep the next day, overnighted from Paris. When I told him about the waist slimming, he ordered the corsets and had me in them every day. When I told him about the plastic surgeon, he took down the information and said he'd take care of that later. And when I told him about her excitement at me being her little sister, he chuckled and said he was happy that he'd given me a BFF. As the weeks rolled into months my body became more and more feminine. The hormones were certainly doing their job as we both noticed it in my emotional instability and my very own small pair of breasts. I could tell that he was appreciative of the body shaping corsets, my widening hips, my curvier and plumper ass, and my plumper lips during our kissing sessions. I could tell because I felt him getting hard underneath me. My new shape made it difficult to find a stable sitting position, especially in his lap, so I found myself wiggling about which of course only seemed to encourage his hardness. When he finally broke down and asked why I was teasing him so much I tried to explain what was going on, but his glare at my answer only made me break down in tears. He tried to make it better by setting me beside him where we could still kiss, but as he pulled out his cock and tried to wrap my hand around it, my tears became more intense and I pulled away. Another spanking followed. Another application of the cooling balm. Another night in his bed. Another morning wrapped up with my head on his chest and a new reminder to not take my hand away from his manhood. This time there was no doubt of his wakefulness as he kissed the top of my head and verbally encouraged me to please him. I was strong enough this time to not cry, at least not until he came and shot his hot sticky cum all over his belly, his chest.... and my face. My tears didn't stop him from rubbing his cum into my skin and guiding it to my quivering lips saying that he'd read somewhere that girls love this and that it helps their skin. The lessons learned that morning were tested that very night as I sat next to him, his cock in my hand, my lips pressed against his. At least this time it didn't hit my face, but I was still to pick it up and rub it into my skin. I was still bade to lick all of it from my fingers and swallow it down. That's how my kissing nights turned into my hand job nights. It's funny how soon things can become normal. At the office I doubt that anybody would guess what was going on behind my eyes. All they could see was a nail polishing, bubble gum popping, sexy, happy to serve temporary secretary. I'd of course been assigned to my boyfriend by this time so whenever there was any doubt from within me it was easily quashed by seeing my strong executive boyfriend come striding out of his office in all his masculine glory. There actually turned out to be no fight over the breasts. I think he expected me to have another one of my 'girly fits' as he called my arguments, but I immediately agreed to meet the plastic surgeon. I never told him that it was because my new sensitive nipples were hurting every day with the breast forms over them and that while the thought of having breasts was bad, the thought of having the breasts I already possessed made bigger wasn't' nearly the same issue. The only problem was when I woke up and was informed that my new D cup breasts had to stay under wraps for a few weeks. The tears weren't from having to wait to see my new body, they were from expecting to see the B cups we'd agreed to before the surgery. Once my breasts were healed, he started to take me out. If I had to guess, it's because he now thought of me as completely feminine. And of course he would. With my clothes and makeup on, with my hair styled and a wide toothy smile on my face I was the picture of femininity. The hormones and lotions had made my skin touchably smooth everywhere. Every night for almost a year we'd been making out and for the past three months I'd been giving him a hand job and licking up his cum like a well- trained whore. It was only my nude form that had needed changing. Those tiny gaffs he'd given me had kept my penis hidden away... there was really no reason to ever call it a cock again, not when I'd had my hand on a real cock so often. They were tiny enough to hide under almost all of my panties, and I knew not to wear the skimpier ones around him as it would just remind him why the gaff was there. Under clothes my breast forms had looked fine, but naked they were small and less than pleasing to him. But now? Now his fantasy woman was complete. At least complete enough to go out and be on his arm. As he took me out to romantic dinners, to the theater, to the newest clubs, out with other powerful executives, and even once to a strip club with some clients, I'm not sure if he knew I was still under this arousingly feminine visage. Since that last spanking he never talked about it. And while we continued to neck every night followed by a hand job, he stopped trying to 'improve' my role. I was afraid to bring it up to him as the spankings were beyond terrible, but I had to talk about it with someone. So, I took what was my only option and talked to my bestie. I took her out to drinks one night after work and started to bite around the edges. I tried to talk about how my boyfriend was always so interested in helping me be as feminine as I wanted to... I was laying it on really thick... but that he'd seemingly lost interest. She kept going into the wrong kinds of advice and as the drinks kept coming, I kept trying to get her to the point I wanted without spelling it out. Finally, on the seventh Moscow mule I slipped and started telling her everything. I even vaguely remember telling her how I was 'that guy' that tried to get a job as a clerk. I don't remember how the night ended specifically. But I woke up in bed with a hell of a hangover, my head on my boyfriend's chest, his arm holding me close, and his hand guiding mine to his thick throbbing cock. I could feel that his cock was slick under my hand, as if he'd already cum, but when his hand touched the back of my head and started pushing me closer, I completely forgot about that little detail. I stiffened my neck just a bit before his growling whispered voice telling me that it was time to learn to use my lips for something else made me accept the inevitable. Relaxed, the journey wasn't far and soon my lips were pressed up in an intimate kiss with his intimate staff. A small part of me had hoped that maybe he would take this slow, but my lips were barely in contact with the head of his cock long enough to warrant being called a kiss before they separated and took him inside my mouth. More and more of him kept sliding through, my jaw opening wider and wider. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more and shed a tear, it all came together. My BFF walking naked out of the bathroom with a big smile on her face. While my boyfriend gripped my hair and started guiding me up and down in my first blowjob, he started talking with my BFF. He said cockily how this should more than prove how she was wrong about what I said the night before, that obviously I loved him, and he loved me and that we were as close as any couple possibly could be. She seemed relieved as she lied down next to him, her hand casually caressing my cock filled cheek, and stated giggling and saying how she must have just had too much to drink, that obviously I never could have been a man. I felt her move on the bed as they began to kiss and make out. Through my swallowing and sucking and sobbing I heard her thank me for letting my boyfriend fuck her. And while my eyes followed her covering her glowing nakedness with her sexy lacy panties and bra and the work clothes she was wearing last night I realized that my firsts weren't even over in the realm of giving my boyfriend a blow job. That cloying taste that was a bit of wonderful overlaying the far muskier masculine flavor must be her. Next time my lips parted for his cock, I'd surely be tasting only him. As much as I'd love to dream that this would be my only act of fellatio, I knew that was just a fantasy and it would go away as fast as my own masculinity did. Kissing and Hand job nights quickly became kissing and blow job nights. Each time I went down on him, he'd remind me that he had tried to go easy on me. That while he knew he'd love my oral attentions, he had internally vowed to go easy on me. If I hadn't opened my mouth up to my BFF, he'd have kept the pace of things as they were. But now that I'd voice my concerns, he was going to resolve his own concerns. It seems that deep down he was worried about his reputation because he'd never been with a girl as long as he was with me without someone either sharing in her sexual gifts or at least catching him experiencing those same gifts. Now he was going to make sure I was ready for either of those situations, and since he couldn't share what was under my panties, he wanted me to be very VERY good at giving head. Tip by tip, he helped me learn. As soon as I showed a knack for any particular technique, he'd move on and teach me another. He taught me to wrap my lips tightly around his shaft. He taught me to open my teeth up and just barely scrape his flesh with them. He taught me how to take him into my throat, and even hold him there until I was afraid I'd pass out. He taught me to use my hands on his shaft and on his balls. He taught me how to suck his balls into my mouth while I jacked his shaft with one hand. He taught me between his knees. He taught me laying down while he pile-drived into me. He taught me to lie on my back while he fed me all eight inches of himself. He taught me how to moan and groan and hum. In short, he made me a cock sucking pro. Once I was ready, he moved these lessons into his office, the door always unlocked. It surprisingly took four days before one of his junior executives came in to find me kneeling under my boyfriend's glass desk. I swear, even though I know it wasn't there, I could still feel my boyfriend's hand on the back of my head, guiding me up and down in as sexy a way as possible while he talked cockily to his subordinate. After that example the gossip spread quickly. The guys all looked a little more directly at me. The girls all shook their head at me, whispering 'slut' behind my back where they'd know I'd hear it. Once again, life fell into a lull. A lull filled with me sucking my boyfriend off twice daily, but a lull none the less. Summer turned into autumn and my boyfriend was starting let his eyes wander more and more, and on more than one occasion I tasted another woman on his cock as I sucked him. My hopes started to slowly rise. Maybe my life would change around the holidays. Maybe my boyfriend would dump me and let me go. Maybe... just maybe... I could finally get away and get my life back together. But at the firm's thanksgiving party the managing partner talked quite a bit with my boyfriend privately. Both of them looked over at me several times and I knew I was somehow involved in their discussion. Later that night my boyfriend seemed particularly attentive. He pulled out my chair for me, he poured me my wine, he took me out to dance and made sure the DJ played my favorite song. By the time we got home I was approaching happiness. Or at least as close to true happiness as I could be. I was even ready to show my appreciation with my oral talents before he stopped me and told me we'd have to talk. As he held me close, he explained what he and the managing partner were talking about. It seems that they've been impressed with him. Both his work and the fact that he seemed to be settling down his wilder ways. They were particularly impressed with me and believed we made a very good couple. They were impressed enough that they were going to offer my boyfriend a partnership. His name would go on the letterhead, he'd get a corner office on the top floor and executives like him would be reporting to him. But that was all contingent on one thing. Him settling down the rest of the way and getting married. It took me several moments to grasp what he was talking about. They weren't talking about him getting married to just anybody... they were talking about me becoming his bride. I sat very still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to tell me that now that he knew it was possible, he'd let me go and find the woman of his dreams. Or that he laughed them off and told them that we were breaking up. Or that he just outright refused because there was no possibility we could be married. But no shoe dropped. He just nodded as the realization must have become obvious on my face. As my head shook 'no' he answered "yes". This time there was no argument. There was no fight. There was no spanking and no balm. There was no waking up in my boyfriends' arms. There was me simply losing focus and falling forward into his lap, seeing the vial of rohypnol on the table. When I woke up, it was the breast surgery all over again. I was in the private hospital bed with the nurses fussing over me. The bandages this time weren't around my chest and instead wove between my legs. They didn't have to tell me what my fianc? had done as I could feel the first part... the ring on my left ring finger... and I couldn't feel the other part. Thankfully they took my tears as joyful ones. After a few days recovering in the hospital I was moved home with a private nurse. The nurse was paid double her normal wage to make sure that not only did my healing proceed along on pace, but that I wouldn't forget any of my lessons. Even in my weakened state I probably could have put up a fight, but a part of me was gone and I knew that the fight wasn't worth the reward. So, each night my nurse would change my bandages, feed me my meal, and then bring in a different man for the night. I never asked her where she found them, but they were all clean, polite, and gentle as I gave them their blow jobs. Both my fianc? and me cheated on each other the very day of our wedding, but can it be called cheating if it was planned. While my husband enjoyed the harem provided by my BFF maid of honor and brides maids, I was kneeling and blowing his best man and all of the groomsmen. And while all the men got to see me in all my nude glory, none of them got to take my virginity. They just all could forever vouch for the realism of my pussy. Our honeymoon was quick, just a weekend in New York, before we returned to my husband's new office. I know he's fucking his secretary, and she's gorgeous, but there's still a temporary show to put on. It has to be known that I'm okay with my husband's infidelity, so at least once a month I go into his office and let him take me there. Sometimes the secretary joins us, sometimes it's one of the partners. But with my wide smile and sensual moaning no one doubts that I love my husband and that we have an open marriage. There is no more looking forward to the temporary position to be over. The temporary part, it seems, was my masculinity. -- The End --

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Everyone knows that sometimes temptation is a little too hard to resist. And this was definitely one of those times. I've always been curious about females. Males bore me. Every inch of a woman's body fascinates me, though there are areas that I'm sure you can guess I pay a little more attention to sometimes. Being a photographer, I get to take photos of all manner of things: landscapes, people, architectural things, sunsets, and I enjoy them all…mostly the people, and yes, mostly the females...

Quickie Sex
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Temptation

A girlfriend of mine, Shamita, and I have a mutual friend, who happened to be an ex of mine who had a fantasy of a three-some. We will call him Amit. Just kidding around we told him we were going to massage his whole body and then we were going to tear him up. Of course he knew we were kidding. That is until we each had a couple of drinks and relaxed a bit. Then what started out as kidding around turned out to be an evening we still smile to each other about. We did begin to give him a body...

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Tempted

Welcome to my newest story, Tempted! I've been swamped with other things, and I haven't really been on too much, and also, I don't think I should've started with the types of stories I did. Now onto an easier task. Simple life, right? Except anything can happen, but watch out. You can die, get arrested, etc., etc. But I will try to branch off in as many directions as I can. Please feel free to add onto this! However, you must stay within whatever has been happening throughout the rest of the...

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Temptation

Mmmm, today was a good day.   I was sitting at work fantasizing about the sexiest man that had to be alive, in my world anyway.   I finally spoke to him on the way home last night…and that was all she wrote.   This man was godly, almost too good to be true.  He had a nice and tight body with a smile that could kill.   And you know what, he fucked me so good last night, I almost lost sight of who I was.   Shit, how does one lose sight of who they are?   Easy, when you do some shit you normally...

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Temptation

My day had been lazy and generally unproductive – just the way I liked it, for a Saturday evening. I had lounged around the room all day in a pair of tight blue boxer briefs, watching television, eating whatever I fancied and idly playing on my laptop. This was my idea of a relaxing, enjoyable weekend alone. Nothing could disturb me. No sooner had I thought this than my phone vibrated on the table in front of me. An ear-piercing song that I had once loved – now a grating noise to be tolerated...

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Temptation

You are Jason Smooth, an average looking guy, tall and slim, with dark hair, a goatee and hazel eyes. You may not boast a six-pack but you have no fat either. You are married to a beautiful, green-eyed, long legged blonde named Audrey... And this is where you troubles begin. Although you genuinely love your wife and have a good sex life too, you cannot help lusting for your female friends. You don't want to loose your wife and you know an affair is out of the question, especially with someone...

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Temptation

Martin Black-Davies was proud he hyphenated his name when he got married. Some of his friends told him it was unmasculine, but hell this was the 21st century, then again some of his friends were against the very idea of this marriage. Saying he had the whole of his life ahead of him. He agreed with that part but he was certain that he wanted to spend that life with Miss Kate Davies, now Mrs Kate Black-Davies. While most of Martin's friends called Kate "bland" or "nothing special" with her...

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Temptation

My day had been lazy and generally unproductive – just the way I liked it, for a Saturday evening. I had lounged around the room all day in a pair of tight blue boxer briefs; watching television; eating whatever I fancied and idly playing on my laptop. This was my idea of a relaxing, enjoyable weekend alone. Nothing could disturb me. No sooner had I thought this than my phone vibrated on the table in front of me. An ear-piercing song that I had once loved – now a grating noise to be tolerated –...

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Temptation

Let me start by introducing myself my name is Leyla ,i am 16 years old and I am Russian, Brazilian and Dominican. I have long wavy dark hair and I am 5"7. My skin is quite pale but has a tan glow on it and my almond shaped green eyes are well enhanced with my long dark lashes. I have Latina lips, normal sized hips and I am an A-cup. Enough of me ,lets me go on with my story... My mom Andrea,a 39 year old Dominican and my dad David,a 40 year old Russian/Brazilian have been together for about 20...

Incest
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Temptation

Mmmm, today was a good day.   I was sitting at work fantasizing about the sexiest man that had to be alive, in my world anyway.   I finally spoke to him on the way home last night…and that was all she wrote.   This man was godly; almost too good to be true.  He had a nice and tight body with a smile that could kill.   And you know what, he fucked me so good last night, I almost lost sight of who I was.   Shit, how does one lose sight of who they are?   Easy, when you do some shit you normally...

Straight Sex
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Temptation

This is not a real story....There's a beautiful girl named manasa married to a well settled guy. She's 26 and he's 31. Both were decided not to have c***d for 2 years. So they were using protection in sex. As days goes by, manasa's husband got busy in work as he's passionate about his work. Manasa was a horny woman who craves for her husband's love. She felt there's little emotional connection between them but her love towards husband was still the same. One day, her husband had a trip to other...

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Tempted

It was late, around 9.30pm. The rest of the staff were long gone. She decided that she needed a drink, badly. She picked up her jacket and left the shop. She walked a few blocks and went in Harry's. She had been passed this bar many times, but had never been in. She sat at the bar, removed her jacket and ordered a Jack and coke. A large one. She looked great. She was still only 31 and looked as good as she did at 21. She had a smooth tanned complexion and sexy brown eyes. She was proud of...

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Tempted

Letting out a long sigh, Katherine glanced down at her phone as she waited for Mark to call her. He said he would, and yet he hadn’t. It made her slightly worried, and almost because she wanted to attempt something with him. Phone sex. Being away from your loved one was hard, especially for Katherine who was separated from her husband for the past three months because their jobs demanded it. It would be another two months before she could see him as they were on practically opposite sides of...

Cheating
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BoldlyGirls Nekane Valentina Sweet Nekane is back and she8217s bringing some guests

We had to wait for a very long time, but it’s finally happening. You can already uncork the champagne and unzip your pants because… Nekane is back! That’s it folks, Nekane is back, exclusively for CumLouder, after a long break and she’s doing it with lots more energy and willingness to fuck than ever before. There’s nothing better to honor her return than letting her be the star of our fifth anniversary and giving her one of our biggest and youngest dicks to enjoy...

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My First Time

Shortly before my discharge from the Marine Corps in 1945, I was a patient at the Seattle Naval hospital. Like many convalescent patients, I took advantage of the open gate liberty promised to those of us who volunteered to work. My temporary boss at the hospital, Lt. Kardash, was asked to find a 5th Division marine as a speaker for the 7th War Bond Drive. The symbol chosen for that drive was Rosenthal's famous Iwo Jima flag-raising photo, which involved the 5th Marine Division and had...

3 years ago
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To Be Owned

The bar wasnt the best I knew, not even one of the best… It was just too conservative…it was so 21st century. Seemed like it was pulled out from a history book… The music didnt quite suite my taste, but since this was the only bar which only allowed humanoid races in, it was my regular hangout. I admit it, I dont like aliens. I just cant quite enjoy a drink while there is some kind of a squid thing sitting next to me and sucking in something that I dont even want to know what it is. I suppose...

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Portsea Fantasy

The clouds begin to disappear after the rain and let the sun dry the humidity to make it a splendid day typical of summer in Melbourne. The wet road is steaming as we drive towards Portsea along the Esplanade hugging the Peninsula coast. The yachts on the bay seem to be greeting us as they weave their way through the choppy sea. Left and right they sway and left again as they salute us with their sails of red white blue gold and some green. They compete with the surf boarders and the jet skis...

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Fucking and Football

I've been asked by many people to upload more of my sex stories. This is an older one from my sex diary. It was the summer of my junior year at SDSU when I met Bill. We were together for a couple months and just a few weeks before class started, rather moving on campus, I decided to move in with him.This story starts on the first Sunday of the new NFL season, Bill and his friends were set to watch some football. The Chargers were playing. His friends showed up about 12:30 with beer and...

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Stepdaughter Spanked and Fucked

The moment the garage door began to close, its low rumble groaning throughout the house, I knew what was coming. So did Candace, my fourteen-year-old stepdaughter. I didn't know exactly when it would arrive, or exactly what the trigger would be, but as soon as my wife — Candace's mother — pulled out of the garage on a Saturday morning, hauling her craft jewelry to yet another distant flea market or art fair, the inexorable countdown would begin. It had become to us a Law of Nature. Another...

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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXIX

A sissy called Jezebel Part XXXIX - We learn that sidesaddle is mucho fun, and then someone drops the 'love bomb'. "Sidesaddle?" says Ismeralda in a confused tone. I look at her in surprise (well sort of, I am facing away from her, so I look at her over my shoulder.) No way I stumped my older and clearly more experienced sex partner? "You know, Sidesaddle? I use your knee as a riding horn?" I get a blank look. I try to think, does this position have another name? "The...

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Rekindled Chapter Two

Rekindled Chapter TwoAs I lied on my back next to my friend Patty I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My lips were dry feeling and I licked them to apply a bit of moisture. Patty was slowly coming back to earth from her orgasm and finally spoke: “Oh Joy, you are in for one hell of a time. This man knows how to treat a woman and you’ll be sore for days when he is done fucking you.”The only thing I could do was to turn my head toward Patty and give her a nervous smile as Mark reached down...

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Sara forced to play at last

After 10 years of marriage any couple goes through some stale patches in the bedroom, Sara and I usually got through these times with various activities toys, role play, some bondage, Sara loved me to dominate her and make her do dirty things. We also discussed our fantasies, which always got us hot while we were making love; of course threesomes came up from time to time and although Sara got really turned on at this she said she could never go through with it with either another girl or...

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caught by my sister and her friend 3

Since the barbeque I had been avoiding Kate at school as I didn't want to arouse suspicions, well the next Wednesday that plan unravelled. I was hurrying down the hall heading to class when Kate popped out from behind the lockers, before I knew what was happening she had pushed me through a doorway, I looked around, oh shit the girls toilets! Before I could protest she shoved me into one of the stall and locked the door, then she pulled my pants down and set me on the toilet seat. This had all...

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Cassies LoveChapter 15

One year later... “Is this a bad dress to wear at Uncle Red and Aunt Margie’s wedding?” Cassie asked Hector as she posed in a sundress for what was admittedly a rather low-key wedding. Red Marsh was all set to marry the woman that they now considered a sort of aunt and mentor. This was despite her newborn son Earl, for which it was likely Hector responsible due to the brief polyamorous fling that the twins had with her. They had quickly resumed their exclusive romance after that, though...

4 years ago
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Old Doris plays my girdle fantasy

As promised, Doris contacted me a few weeks later and asked me to meet her outside out local Cineplex at 3.00 pm the following day and instructed me not to wear any pants and to let her do all the talking! I arrived at the allotted time, and saw her standing there looking like a very dowdy OAP. Not the sexy granny I had seen previously. She came over to me and said: ‘ I’m sorry to trouble young man but my friend has let me down would it be okay if I could sit with you as some strangers can take...

3 years ago
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PupsRUs 2 Sex on ParadeChapter 2

Helen showed up three days later with the final rendering of the float and the expectation of having her second adventure in being fucked by a dog. Grace looked over the drawings and gave an enthusiastic agreement to what she saw. That was enough for Helen to remind her of the promised MP fucking when she brought the final float drawings. Grace smiled and led Helen to the Doggy Bordello room that she had previously used. Hero was available, and Betty brought him in to do his thing. Helen...

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Perceptions and DeceptionsChapter 50

Charles shadowed the cult members as they led their new slave away to her room. He passed the chamber that held Lydia in a single long stride, forcing his eyes to remain forward. There were enough cultists -- too many, in his view -- accompanying Melinda that he only occasionally caught a glimpse of her back or a naked ass cheek. With rigid resolve, he curbed whatever urges it could engender. He had given her a servant's quarters at the end of the hall, a small room far from any of the...

4 years ago
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Pams Pain Part 2

As the door to fidelity closed behind me, my soon-to-be lover, James rose to his feet and backed away a little. When he spoke, his voice was harder, harsher."Very well; stand up please Pam!”The sudden change in his demeanour took me by surprise. Had we started already?“I said, stand up!”It was a command not a request. We had indeed started! Taken a little aback, I did as he had ordered, rising nervously to my feet beside the bed.“Stand up straight and move a little closer!”The was something...

Wife Lovers
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If the Rock Is Wet Its Raining

I always got a chuckle out of the hand painted sign on the big rock that sat just at the entrance to the trail. ‘If the Rock is Wet, it’s raining’ it read. So many times over the years Sarah and I went to the trail that led to the top of the cliffs overlooking our valley. The trail wasn’t long, just a few hundred yards, a beautiful climb through trees and wildlife. It opened at the top to a glorious view that was usually clear all the way to the mountains of darker blue to the East. The...

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BrownBunnies Sarai Minx Sexy Ebony Girl Fucks Mechanic

Jmac is in the driveway working on a car’s engine. He knocks on the front door and when no one answers, he goes to the back. As he peers inside, he sees Sarai is on the couch playing herself. He watches as she plays with her nice big tits and fingers her sweet pussy. When she catches him looking, he thinks he might be in trouble. Instead, all that masturbation has gotten her horny for some Jmac dick. He fucks her hard and long right there on the couch until he finally cums right on those...

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Weeb Party

Somebody asked if I’d seen Weeb Party yet, and I immediately asked, “Oh, you mean Reddit?” Turns out the site they were talking about is quite a bit younger than the world’s most popular super forum, but it's probably got an even higher ratio of otaku neckbeards humping waifu pillows than Reddit. That’s really saying something, ain’t it? Your mom said you’d never make any friends if you didn’t find some normal interests, but look, here’s a whole website made just for pervs like you.Launched...

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The Pact Episode 1 The Elegant Solution Chapter 47

"That's Pa's truck," Terence pointed it out. "Okay, we'll roll by and park down the block," Lon said. "Then we can get Rick and Teela in on things, too." He went on past two buildings and parked. Rick pulled in behind him, and at Lon's wave, everybody got out. "Terence says that's his dad's truck," Lon said, pointing it out to Rick and Teela. "So he's here, then?" Rick asked. "Yeah," Terence nodded. "Gotta be." "Okay, well, he probably shouldn't see you," Rick...

4 years ago
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The Massage 4

Since we ‘came out’ sexually together, Sarah and I had fantasised about Lynne joining us in a threesome. Her husband Graham seemed a bit straight laced so we had agreed that a foursome was probably not on the cards. Shame though - I fancied Lynne and would like to get my hands and mouth on those tits of hers and if Sarah felt the same ….. Anyway, they were giggling together when I walked in. When she saw me, I thought Sarah looked slightly embarrassed or even ashamed for a second and a...

2 years ago
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Independence day mishap

So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd. About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the...

4 years ago
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Uninvited 4 the Way HomeChapter 9 Infestation

When the aliens were done eating and the pork was all but gone, the Mutons retreated into the shelter of the barn, and once they were out of view Vi slinked down from her perch and accompanied me back to the house. I didn’t press her on the issue of the Mutons, she would have to get over her prejudices on her own, it didn’t seem that she could be convinced of their benign intentions. We got into bed, Vi throwing the sheets over us and trying to coil as much of her body beneath them as she...

2 years ago
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A Village Tradition About Mother And Son

Once there was an ancient village where widowed women used to be kidnapped by people living in surrounding villages. There was no one to protect them from those people and women used to be property to be claimed. Women used to be of that man who can claim her. For every woman, there used to be a husband who protected them from other men. But for the widows, there was no one who could risk their life. Widows were easy targets to get fucked and claimed as a wife by other men. So to protect them...

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Good Medicine Senior YearChapter 48 The Orthodox Way

February 9, 1985, Milford, Ohio “Do you mind sitting in the waiting room for five minutes while I talk to Doctor Mercer about Angie?” “That’s fine,” Elizaveta replied as we walked through the door of the building where Doctor Mercer had her office. We went upstairs and into the waiting room and Doctor Mercer greeted us. Elizaveta sat on the couch and Doctor Mercer and I went into her office. “Elizaveta will join us after we talk about Angie,” I said. “You don’t need any private...

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Adventures in Florida part three

My wife was restless the fourth night we were in Florida. She had not felt well during the day, and we had stayed in. It seemed best to not leave her alone. She would have been suspicious. I just spent the day on the computer while she rested on the sofa. That night I didn't want to attempt to go to Erica, so I sent her an email. I told her we would have to meet the next night here at the town home. My wife wanted to drive all the way to St. Augustine in the morning, returning late. That would...

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Double CrossChapter 4

I followed Sergeant Martinez out of the Busy Bee dry cleaners and into the bright sunlight. I had briefly considered refusing to cooperate, but you just can't win that game, especially if you're a private dick. Besides, I was curious to know what they wanted. I got into the passenger side of the white Ford LTD, which was easily recognizable as a police car without the decals and light bar. They still haven't quite figured out the plainclothes/undercover thing yet when it comes to...

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Aunt Michellersquos Secret Formula ndash Fourth Chapter

DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. SUBJECT: A young masturbation addict is sent to a dominating older female who has a special interest in his secretion. (tags: milf, masturbation, soft femdom, handjob, big tits, older female vs younger male, dirty talk, cum denial, prostate stimulation, milking, bbc, tease)Aunt Michelle’s Secret Formula – Fourth ChapterI climbed upstairs into the room where Flavius was preparing my bed next to the window. There were...

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Fuck With Maid Saraswathi

I am Vivek aged 19 years with athletic body. I was so fascinated of having sex with my maid. She is so hot and has 34-D size boobs that kill me. She has so big ass that are amazing that makes me to die by keeping my head in between her buttocks. Whenever I feel of masturbating I dream of her ass and my cum start flowing out like a volcano eruption. She is around 46 years of age with most mature parts that every man feels to be possessed by a woman. She is married and has two sons yet she is so...

2 years ago
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Our life turned fantasy

You come home one day when the k**s are with a friend or family expecting to spend time with me but you see I'm watching fights or sports with a guy friend so you come to the living room to have drinks and try to hang out. Eventually you go to the bedroom because you were expecting us to spend time together. I follow you in to the bedroom and see your upset but instead of letting you say anything I throw you on the bed and rip off your clothes. I put you on all fours and start taking you from...

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I Would Never Kiss a Guy Part 5

I Would Never Kiss a Guy! Part 5 He held the chastity device before my eyes and I was speechless, but finally managed to say "what...what are you talking about? I seriously need to come, like now!" My comparatively small cock was as solid as a steel pipe, I hadn't cum in a couple of days and, after what I just did with a Man, I was in a horny fog of delirium. "It's about self-control Gabby, you know yourself that you're not into being girly after you've had an orgasm." He was...

2 years ago
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St Clair 3 the Siren

This is chapter 3 of St. Clair, though it is actually the fourth installment. It is in Lesbian because that is where the story started with “Soldier Girl.” I strongly recommend reading the other three first. I am working on next installment and plan on having it out in couple weeks. Readers of this series have been incredibly patient and I appreciate it. These are much harder to write than my usual fare. The subject matter of this story is decidedly dark and very heavy, even by my standards:...

4 years ago
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A Bride chapter 5

"Will these do?""Jesus Christ mum, where the hell did you get them from?"She giggled and turned round letting me see how the shorts seemed to cup each sweet cheek of her bottom and separate it slightly from its twin. What there was of the narrow gusset between her thighs only accentuated the soft inner flesh at their juncture.If there were any doubt when viewing from the rear, that the wearer was a woman, the doubt would be dispelled when seen from the front. The shape of her sexy hairless slit...

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A Set of Calamitous OccurrencesChapter 2 A Tantalizing Talk

To understand what happens next you have to know the word empathy. When you see a car accident and think to yourself: ‘I hope no one was hurt.’ You feel empathy for the participants of the accident. When you see a message about a funeral and feel the grief of the family you are being empathic. It is the ability to identify with someone else’s feeling. It is something most people come into the world with, but not all people. A fine example was Joan, who was born with no sense of empathy, if...

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The Grim ReaperChapter 3 Elementary School

1994 to 1996 Later that day Dad came home and announced that Aunt Laurie was coming over for the night to babysit for us. “Go put on something nice. We’re going out tonight,” he told Mom. “How nice?” she asked. He laughed and gave her a wink, and Mom laughed and went upstairs. Aunt Laurie came over while Mom was upstairs. Aunt Laurie was married to Uncle Dave, and she brought over our cousins Dave and Jerry. They came in with sleeping bags and backpacks, which was cool. We were going to...

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Kim Shares her Creampie Chapter 1

My wife Sherri and I have been married for 30 years. During that time we have been faithful and our sex lives, although good, have been ordinary. I read erotic stories and often get excited imagining us trying new things. She doesn’t like reading the stories. Over the past year we’ve been spending a lot of time with another couple, Marty and Kim from a nearby town. They are similar to us in age. They both appeared to be very conservative and straight laced, especially about sex. Physically,...

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Unexpected Threesome Part 1 of 4

Warning this series is fundamentally a bisexual (MMF) threesome story. If bisexuality makes you feel uncomfortable, you should probably stop reading now. Also, I have illustrated versions of these stories in PDF format for anyone who would like a visual to go along with the words. I hope you enjoy. M _____________________________________ The Unexpected (Part 1 of 4) I stood in the doorway trying to wrap my mind around what I was seeing. There was my wife of 25 years bent over the counter,...

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