Boxing Clever
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It had all started out so innocently. I had recently joined my local boxing club after moving back into the neighborhood. For the past five years I had been working for a mining company in the middle of nowhere, but the pay had been great and I had saved like crazy. Now I had enough to buy my own house, a nice car and still have enough to invest, plus I still had a good paying job with the company. Saturday nights were still pretty quiet for me. I had only been back 3 weeks and I still hadn’t...
Jessica hopped and ducked under the punches the big burly man shot at her. Her plump booty jiggling with her steps as she swung a tight cross making the man spit out. He used his ref gloves to cover his face, but Jessica shot two hooks to the stomach and giggled as she hadn’t got hit during the whole five rounds. The big wider man groaned feeling his stomach, but he got another haymaker to his jaw. Jessica got him in a corner and boxed the belly and face into her own painting. She shook her...
“This will be a two round bout scheduled for 2 minutes each.” The ring announcer announced as you watched the ring intently and a little shocked at how much attention this was getting. You were never the wrestling or boxing fan as most of your boyfriends had an affinity for women throwing each other around or making out in pools of mud. Probably a major reason you never made it six months with any of them. In the ring was your best friend, Marsha, and she was so excited to try her hand. She had...
FantasyMoms Clever By Blueheatt &hellip,.Brittany lay in bed thinking&hellip,..I woke up having that same dream. I was hot and excited. It always did that to me. I felt wonderful as I squirmed a little. &hellip,..My husband had stopped having sex with me. He had a girlfriend on the side now. He doesnt know I found out and apparently she is taking care of his sexual needs. He claims to be tired and nothing Ive tried seem to make a difference. Im horny all the time now but, I found a way to get some...
After I finished swallowing all his cum I sat back in the front seat and lifted my little pink dress letting him see me rubbing my hard cock. He ran his fingers over the tops of my stockings and called me a dirty little cunt boy as he moved his hand onto my cock. It felt so good being exposed and touched by an almost complete stranger. I took my phone from my bag as he rubbed me and flicked it to camera handing it to him. Opening the car door I stepped out into the rain and stood in the corner...
Gay MaleJust got home. 4.30pm and it’s already dark. I’m still wearing the stockings and little pink cardigan I put on this morning but the dress and lacy shawl are hidden in my small back pack.A guy messaged this morning asking if I would meet. I agreed and asked if he wanted me to dress as a girl. He replied, “Yes.”After showering I came back downstairs and took off my dressing gown. I walked naked to the wardrobe and took out my black lace suspender belt and stockings, a tiny pink dress that barely...
CrossdressingThis is the second Chapter in this series. You can read it as a stand alone story but it would be more advisable to read Part one before reading this one. * I followed Melissa into the kitchen and sat in the same bar stool as she began to make us a hot cup of coffee. I had only thrown my jockey shorts back on and Melissa had only put on a small silk nightgown that she had left undone anyway. We did not talk while the kettle boiled or while Melissa made us each a cup and carefully put mine...
I raised my fists, guarding my face as I circled him. I kept eye contact, I saw the little jerk as he geared up to punch, I saw the jab coming right for my face, I lent sideways dodging the jab and countering with a cross into his side before stepping back out of range. we circled again but I quickly moved forward with a front kick to his stomach which he blocked but he was slow in bringing his hands back up to block his face meaning my jab got him square on the nose, he raised his hands to...
“What’s up, Shanna,” the building inspector perked up.“Not much. I was just checking to see if you can still come to my presentation tomorrow night.”“Yep! I already baby momma and she’s cool.”“Great,” delighted the sandy-haired grad student with deep, yellowish-brown skin. “I really appreciate the support. I’m sorta nervous.”“Don’t be. You’re gonna rock it!”“Thanks, Zavier. I’ll text you the address later. How’s Braxton.”“Li’l man is good,” he referred to his son. “Real good.”“Glad to...
I woke the next morning alone. It didn’t surprise me until later when I noticed that the bathroom was not a mess. It was damp, but clean. Only then did it dawn on me like Archrimedes discovering specific gravity that I had a houseguest, who was at that point absent. I glanced in the mirror and decided that the stubble could survive an extra few minutes without causing much harm to the greater universe. This left me free to search for Jenny. I didn’t travel far in my quest; she was in the...
What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the ensuing silence, I sense my own pulse; slow and distant as the stars; shallow as a leafy grave. I remember nothing. Nothing but a name. Daniel. The name opens a door. Now I remember Daniel. Rough, playful hands. Soft, skilful lips. I remember his flesh swelling in my disbelieving hands,...
Supernatural"Billy, I want you up in that attic. We're getting the house ready to sell, and I want all the junk brought down and thrown away or packed up to move." Billy's mother pulled down the ladder to the attic and the steps lid down. "Mom, Andy's here to play some video games." He whined. "Andy can help you." Mom said. So, up the ladder we went. It was hot that day, but the air conditioning made the attic sufferable. I looked around at all the stuff one accumulates over a twenty years of...
Boxed Panties and Goodies By Margaret Jeanette Julie Forester knew she was a clothes horse. She had more clothes stored in the attic than anything else. She was packing another box for the attic. She packed some panties, a couple of bras and a slip along with seven dresses and two Capri pants. Then she decided to throw the long legged girdle in there because she wasn't going to wear it in the near future. She took the box up to the attic. She looked...
Boxed In I took woodshop in high school, but I never considered myself to be anything other than an amateur carpenter. Still, I quickly volunteered when my boss, Mr. Peters, asked me to take a day off with pay and build a big box for him. It was a special project, and a day at home doing a simple construction job sounded much better than putting on a tie and going to work. I had to build a simple box. It would measure 40" wide by 30" high and 20" deep. The only complicated part of...
“I want you to build a box out of wood that is 4 feet completely square with a lid that is hinged and can be secured with a padlock on the outside when its closed. About 3 feet from the ground, I want you to cut a 3” hole in it and make sure that the hole is smooth.” I had told my ma’am that the only time I had ever sucked a cock before it was at a local gloryhole before the moral police closed them all up. I told her that I sucked it only because no one knew it was me on the other side....
So what the hell was he going to do now? Had Aron called and he missed it or something? He checked his phone. No calls. Okay, he needed to see Aron. Wait, he needed to take a shower first. They were seriously going to have sex. If what the girl had said was true... Of course it’s true. Now we remember everything. I’m so amazed how quickly you take credit. You said you had nothing but blank space in that part. But now we know. Yes, he knew. The news was everywhere now. The entertainment...
That was the day my mother changed. Some said it was shock, and assured me it would fade away. She wasn’t suffering from depression, and not quite catatonia. When I arrived home I could see exactly what they meant. She moved like she was in a trance, quiet and listless. She slept a lot, and talked very little. She peered out the window for hours and listened to people speak, but what she was really seeing and hearing, no one could tell me. She didn’t seem to be in distress, or...
Redhead had crawled forward, intending to roll over but Gemma swished the riding crop once more with a firm slapping noise on Redhead's buttocks. Redhead screamed, "Ow...you fuckin',,,you fuckin' little bitch...what's that for"? Gemma giggled but again bought the riding crop down firmly and left another angry welt on Redhead's arse cheeks! "For being rude to Daddy...it's not his fault that he, as ya say, is an 'old spunker'! It's a proper nice cock he's got on him...it ain't his fault if it...
I sat back on my haunches as Gemma began to rub her clit. Off to one side, Redhead was listening intently and groaning as Gemma's tale of debauchery continued! I reached into the box at the side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount of oil onto my shaft and slowly began to squeeze and wank it as Gemma's story unfolded. "...so anyway, there was no, erm...finesse, I think they call it...and the next thing I know, he'd got me pushed up against this tree, hand round...
He woke up with the first rays of sun gently invading the room through the curtains. He could not remember ever feeling so well rested. Usually, he was a fussy sleeper, as there always had to be something ready to annoy him, be it a crumpled sheet, a pillow all in knots, or his own mind trying to solve this or that. “Morning,” Aron nuzzled his neck, waking up with the first stir from Carter. “Um,” was the only thing he could say. Last night, he had sucked his best friend’s dick and had his...
I had been dating Sandy for almost six months. We had met each other at a bar. She caught my eye, almost immediately the night we met. She had long black hair and dark eyes. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She was wearing a short skirt with some high heels. Her skirt showed off her legs and the heels showed off her beautifully manicured toes.We were both the same age and as it turned out, had similar interests. She was by her own admission, quite inexperienced with sex. She learned pretty...
As soon as we entered the mansion, Redhead turned and faced us and said sternly, "Now listen, you pair of halfwits, we're going upstairs into the shower room and we're going to get soaped off and then to one of the bedrooms and we can fuck some more. Got that"? Gemma and I just looked at one another and shrugged, "And like I said, absolutely no touching - the next time you cum..." she pointed a finger and hissed at me, "...will be inside me - got that"? I nodded and smiled and we followed her...
Gemma stopped groaning underneath me and became still; placing one hand on my chest and she began pushing me off! "Oh come on, you old bastard...give her a good poking..." Gemma then placed her other hand and began to push me off; my cock began to slide out of her twat. My fat shaft began to 'schlupp' from from where it had been halfway up her cunt. As my knob slid out I looked down just in time to see a dribble and then suddenly a torrent of my fresh spunk ooze out of her puffy, swollen labia....
They stumbled inside, laughing and joking, and somehow ended on the carpet in the living room. The game had been incredible, they had stuffed their faces with hot dogs and they had spent their evening in a dive, drinking and singing with other fans. “Fuck, this was the most amazing night out in forever, Alex,” Aron said breathily, as somehow he managed to disentangle himself from Carter’s limbs, only to adjust his position and make his placeholder of a husband spread his legs so they could...
“Get your cute little ass out of that business meeting now!” I directed him through the phone.“Do you know I’m blowing off work right now because I’m just so horny for your body?” I begged. “I’m so fucking horny for you that I’m dressed for work but sticking my hand down my panties. Do you know how wrong this looks? A professional woman frigging herself to exhaustion in her best business suit? Fuck, my clit is so aroused. I can’t stop touching myself, all dressed up for work but thinking...
Quickie SexWas he really ready for a visit? Aron wasn’t a stranger, but that didn’t mean he should receive him wearing pajamas. There was too much mess lying around, too. Mumbling to himself, he began tidying up the small living room, which now, after staying at Aron’s house for a while, seemed unqualified for the ‘living’ part of the phrase. It wasn’t like he could not afford something more expensive. He just didn’t want anything else. For him, the little shoe box, as his mom had called his apartment...
“This is, Taz, what is called a stake out,” Carter spoke to his dog, as he sipped from his iced coffee through the straw. “You see,” he explained to his pet, “Alex is bound to make a mistake, sooner or later, and we will be able to expose the douchebag to Aron. We’re making a great team!” Now, as he stood behind the wheel of his car, talking to his dog, he didn’t feel that convinced that he was making any progress, though. He wasn’t exactly the most skillful detective in the universe, and...
“Microwave recipes,” Carter mumbled as he began browsing cooking websites. Maybe he could make lasagna! But wait, Aron was making a much better lasagna, anyway. The best. So maybe something else would be a better idea. Like a surprise. Hmm, maybe something healthy? Okay, he started reading, with Taz cuddled next to him on the sofa. Flaxseeds? What the fuck were those? Were they even edible? Somehow that recipe didn’t sound too tasty. Moving on, moving on. So many types of cheese, Carter...
Ah, damn, it was raining. Carter didn’t exactly feel like going out in the rain, but Taz could care less about that and needed out like five minutes ago. Well, it wasn’t like he was the one depressed, right? There was no point for him, as a dog, to mope around the house, in slippers and pajamas. Could dogs feel depressed? He wondered. “Wanna go outside?” he scratched the dog’s fluffy ears. Taz placed his head on his master’s knees and stared up, right into Carter’s eyes. He whined. “I...
I thought I would go to the cinema on a Sunday morning to the see a sci fi movie because it would be a lot less crowded? Besides, my gf had been frosty with me all the previous week and I wanted to get away, get out of the house for a while - she wouldn't let me fuck her and hadn't for at least the previous week, maybe more? I'm in my mid 50s and I don't get the urge very often, but when I do... I'd been too busy to jerk myself off and besides, I hadn't felt like it! Escapism was what I needed,...
I grabbed her wrist and turning to her I hissed, "Young lady, I'm old enough to be your Dad...why don't you go and sit somewhere else"? My face was just inches from mine and she looked at me with wide eyes before she giggled and said, "Grandpa, more like"! Then she leaned forward and kissed me! Her tongue slipped into my mouth as we kissed and feeling the warm slipperiness of her tongue in my mouth made my cock twitch...I relaxed my grip on her wrist and she continued to slide her slender...
Obviously, the girl next to me was a 'squirter'! Keeping her panties pulled to one side, the jet of piss intensified and thrusting her hips forward, she aimed the spray at me and soaked me! Warm, clear piss blasted me in the face and soaked my shirt! The woman leaning over the back of her seat gasped, "You dirty little bitch"! the girl just sighed and said, "Sorry, Daddy"! I smiled up at her, "Don't worry, little slut, I quite like it"! The timer on the screen reached zero and the lights came...
So, there was Gemma kneeling on the floor with her head between the older woman's thighs, eagerly licking her twat and I was kneeling behind Gemma with my slippery plum firmly against her pucker and gripping her hips as the redhead gasped and moaned in ecstasy, "Ooh...you dirty little fucker...oh my God...fuckin' Jesus..."! Gemma's panties were pulled down to her thighs and I looked down at my knob started slowly disappearing inside her arse. Suddenly she cried out; stopped licking and tonguing...
I was sweating now; redhead was kneeling besides me and I looked down to about three quarters of my cock up Gemma's arse - stretched tightly around my shaft - heat. "Yeah...you like it...little bitch"? I snarled down and gave a little thrust and more of my pole disappeared up her! She cried out and gave a little gasp, "Ooh...you fuckin' bastard...Daddy...fuckin' hurts...lovely..." redhead kissed me and we snogged as Gemma leant on the seat in front of her, impaled on my dick. Redhead said to a...
Now, there's 'cumming' and then there's 'cumming'! There's the cumming that I do when I fuck my Wife and then there's the cumming that I do when I empty my balls with the aid of my 'e-stim'. The latter makes me shoot a bigger load even further - I guess that I must do this when I fuck one of my friend's Wives or one of their Daughters, too? However, given that I hadn't cum for about ten days, I knew that this load was going to be big? It's a bit like when you go out drinking and are dying for a...
Gemma certainly didn't waste any time; no sooner were we out of the carpark and she was fumbling impatiently for my cock! We were in the back seat of the 4x4 and Redhead was driving, "We'll be there in about 20 minutes..." she craned her neck and called over her shoulder, "Don't go making the old bastard cum, you little tart...I want all his man-fat for myself, this time"! Gemma, who was licking my cock said, "Don't worry, Miss...just making sure that he's nice and hard for you"! I noticed that...
Gemma pressed Redhead's head into the duvet and hissed in her ear, "...so, how does that feel, eh? You fuckin' bitch...no, there ain't no lube on his cock, either...". Redhead whimpered and sobbed, "...s...sorry, Gemma...your arse must...be...be sore"? Gemma gave a little laugh, "...maybe it is...maybe it it ain't? But it was fuckin' beautiful gettin' fucked like that...but I ain't had him in my cunt yet...so stop fuckin' complainin', you fuckin' dirty slut"! My cock was about 2/3 of the way up...
I swung my legs off the bed and stood up to embrace Gemma. My fat, slimy cock pressed against her tummy, my slippery knob nudging the underside of one of her tits! She looed down briefly at the leaky purple knob and gasped! Looking at me she smiled and said, "Ooh Daddy! It is big, isn't it? I can't wait to have that up me"! I leaned forward and and kissed her; my tongue slipping into her mouth as I simultaneously reached down and gently cupped her warm, fleshy labia and I began to stroke the...
It must have been a real shock for Gemma; suddenly my cock was rammed all the way inside her hole, my bulbous knob rammed against her cervix! Besides me, Redhead laughed, "My, my Gemma! You really are a little whore, aren't you"? Gemma wasn't listening. instead her initial scream tapered of to a gasp and breathlessly, she gasped, "F...fuck...you said you...wouldn't hurt me...fuckin' Jesus, Daddy...my...cunty.. is...on fire now"! Her face was flushed red and little beads of sweat had popped out...
“Your memory of recent events seems to be a little fuzzy,” the doctor explained to him while tapping against his desk with a slim golden pen. Carter leaned against the wooden desk, his eyes wide and trained on the man in white. The guy looked like he was in his late 50s, so he had probably seen plenty of strange things in his medical practice. “Actually, I have trouble remembering other things, too,” he whispered. The doctor leaned closer, turning his head to one side like he was trying to...
“Are these all mine?” he stared critically at the walk-in closet, without daring to put one foot in front of the other. There must have been one thousand clothing items, without counting the shoes. Carter was the kind to have three-four changes of clothes, each one for a particular purpose. But this Alex dude was just over the top. He remained there, staring, and wondering how on earth he was going to go through this and escape unscathed. He flinched when Aron moved next to him. Apparently,...
“Would you slow down a bit? I thought you were still feeling a bit sick after all the medicine you took at the hospital,” Aron eyed him warily, like he was on the point of giving him the Heimlich maneuver, if need be. “I don’t need to slow down,” Carter shrugged as he stuffed his face with another slice of pizza. “Trust me, after you face your death like I did, you won’t have any issue with eating a whole pizza either. You know, the things that make you feel alive. And satisfied,” he groaned...
It was surprisingly easy to gain access to Carter Malis’s room, aka himself, with Alex Ruskin’s looks. Everyone knew him and everyone was certain he was some kind of friend to the man lying there, trapped in his own mind, and hooked on medical devices that barely kept him alive. The nurse fretted around him for like a minute, during which he didn’t dare to look at the pristine white bed. A single glimpse of a pale arm resting on top of the sheet was close enough to make him heave....
Carter had never known the blessing of having a personal assistant, but as a programmer, it wasn’t like he needed one. He wasn’t even a good team player, and he worked as a freelancer for that reason. But leaving everything in Mark’s professional hands had made him feel relieved. Tomorrow, he was going to go to work and have his entire schedule well prepped by his new assistant, while he only had to worry about being pretty, as Mark had said, while almost throwing him out the door. He did...
Carter took the glass of wine from the table with a methodical gesture, brought it to his lips and took a long sip of ... nothing. “Do you want more wine?” Aron asked him. “Just give me the bottle,” he mumbled. He needed more than that, but he had to make do with whatever he had at his disposal. So he just drank straight from the bottle, while Aron continued to just watch him in absolute shock and silence. “You knew that,” Aron eventually spoke. “That is why you were so pissed.” He could...
The sofa was clearly there only for visual appeal and nothing more. Carter tossed and turned, but no matter what he did, how he coiled and uncoiled himself, he could not find an ideal sleeping position. Eventually, he settled for throwing his legs over one end, and lay there, like the perfect crash test dummy. There was no way he was going after Aron, like before, or sleeping in the same bed. In a way, this was convenient. He wasn’t going to engage in penetrative gay sex with his best...
“Your husband called a few times,” Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. “You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn’t answer. But it’s all for the best that you didn’t have your phone with you,” Mark added in a low whisper. “I heard she’s a beast if something or someone interrupts her meetings.” “Really?” Carter asked in a dry flat tone. Mark was even...
All right, at least he had managed to make the leather chair look decent after the online BDSM groups had supplied him with useful information on how to clean cum off leather. The best part was that he hadn’t needed to call Mark to the rescue, and a tissue and some rubbing alcohol that he had luckily found in the small vanity cabinet available in his office, had done the trick. He dropped his head on his arms, as he stood there, knelt before the chair that had so silently accepted his semen...
Carter was chewing the nail on his index finger like a Duracell rabbit at a carrot tasting. The initial shock was gone, but he still held Simon’s phone in his hand, not wanting to let go. But it was not like those offending pictures were going to disappear by magic. There, on the shiny screen, Alex Ruskin was locked in a heated embrace with the guy currently sitting across from him, in the poshest cafe Carter had ever set foot in. And that was not all. If anything, it was just the peak of...
Carter inhaled Aron’s warmth, as they stood there, in the door. Okay, he hoped the guy was not going to get all sentimental because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. As his best friend, Aron had never gotten so mushy over him, or over anything. He had been Carter’s rock, well, at least, until they fell apart. Aron broke their hug and grabbed him by the neck in an affectionate manner. Carter let out a long breath, and together, they walked into the house. He was about...
Was living like a star always like this? Carter had to admit that while the wild ride to work in that car had been awesome, the stares he got while waiting for the lights to change, along with all the giggles and even a few not so veiled invitations from both men and women, had made him feel rather ... icky. Maybe driving a fancy car was really not for him. Alex’s lifestyle was so overdone. It made one wonder what could be hiding underneath. He was about to go into his office when...
It was late in the evening when he finally went home. He had taken the car and driven aimlessly for hours, trying hard to ignore the mess in his brain. Like a burglar, he sneaked into the house. Maybe Aron was already asleep and he wasn’t going to offer any explanations now. He took off his shoes and began to walk slowly through the living room. Maybe he was just going to crash on the sofa. The sound of a door opening and the light flooding the room made him stop. He turned slowly only to...
There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy. “Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!” he pointed the finger at Simon. “It’s not the first time I come to your house,”...
Aron had made him walk into the house in nothing but his sneakers, commenting something on how nice he looked with jizz pouring down from his ass, and he had had to just take the guy’s word for it. Now, under the hot spray of the shower, and Aron’s wandering hands, he was starting to doubt whether the fact that he had given in like a whore was for the best or the worst. Points in favor of this being the best thing ever: 1. He could not remember having come as hard as he had just done. 2....
So, whoever did the stupid body swap knew very well about it. And was doing nothing to correct the situation. Things were just getting stupider if that was a word. “Boss?” It took him two full seconds to realize that Mark was trying to draw his attention. He reluctantly let go of the pencil he had been munching on until being interrupted. “Yes, Mark,” he said snappily. “Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood,” he added quickly. His secretary threw him a short look, filled with pity. It lasted...
He almost felt tempted to walk through the door and yell ‘honey, I’m home’, but somehow he wanted to take Aron by surprise. No such luck, though, as the guy was expecting him, his arms crossed over his chest and a stony look on his face. “So, what do you want to tell me?” Aron spoke first. “What? No smooches?” Carter opened his arms wide and walked towards Aron. Apparently, the guy was not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Where have you been and why did you turn off your phone?” Aron...
Sleeping next to Aron was the best thing ever. Especially since the guy now had a signature way of waking him up, with slow kisses and caresses. “Hey,” he smirked, as he stretched like a cat into the man’s arms. “Hey back,” Aron chuckled. “I hate not being able to cuddle some more, but I need to go to work early. They’re sending someone over from New Entertainment, to ask us about a new motivational book we publish. Apparently, these guys like to wake up with the chickens.” “Why do you...
“No, it’s just some allergy and stuff,” he quickly wiped his cheeks with his hands. “I didn’t know you were allergic,” Aron said, still worried. “What triggered your allergy?” “A shmuck,” Carter said brightly. “I mean, that shmuck from earlier. The reporter. Yeah, that’s it. I’m allergic to scumbags.” Aron placed a hand on Carter’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “You don’t have to act brave. I know how what I said must be affecting you right now.” “I don’t act brave,” Carter...