Thirty Years free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

Thirty years had passed since I first walked in the door and sat in my office. They had passed quickly. I looked around the room as I sat back and thought about the time I had spent here. More than at home some years with the late nights, deadlines and conference calls to accommodate time differences. It had been both fulfilling and stressful. Now it was over.

The clock on the wall has also been there thirty years. It is a small wooden clock with a pendulum, like a baby Grandfather clock. The glass front door of the oak cabinet revealed the brass mechanism behind the gold face. Every Monday morning I put the brass key in and wound the clock up to ensure it stayed in time. Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc... every day for thirty years it echoed in my office.

I remembered having to explain the Roman numerals to the younger staff members. They would look at me with a grin and joke about my reluctance to embrace new technology. I would laugh when they found out I was more tech-savvy than they were.

As the small hand reached V and the large one XII the clock chimed five times. I listened for the last time as it told me that my time was up, my tenure over.

Blanca appeared in the doorway, her hands on her curvy hips and a big smile on her beautiful face.

"Party time, Boss Man," she said in her perky Columbian accent.

Blanca had been my assistant for the last thirty years, the first hire in my new position. I had interviewed over fifty candidates before deciding to give the young single mother from Medellin a chance. Her eagerness and personality had won me over. Although less educated and less qualified than most of the other candidates, she proved herself to be an efficient, hard-working and dedicated professional. We worked well together and shared our successes and failures, both professional and personal.

I looked at the now-mature woman in the doorway. She was tall, curvy and beautiful with her long black hair, dark eyes and full, pouty lips. Her large breasts strained against the buttons on her blouse, and the deep cleavage was as appealing as always. Her full hips curved out from her waist, the charcoal pencil skirt hugging her tightly. Her shapely long legs led to the black stiletto heels on her feet. She was as appealing now as when she was twenty-two.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with a sly grin.

"You," I replied. "Just thinking of your first day here."

"That's not what you were thinking," she teased. "What are you really thinking about?"

I gazed into her smouldering eyes for a moment before answering.

"I was thinking of how beautiful and sexually appealing you are."

She blushed and looked down at the floor. I had never expressed my lusty feelings for her, had never made comments about her sexy demeanour and curvy appeal even though she drove me wild for thirty years.

"Thank you," she said quietly as she lifted her head and smiled at me.

"Party time!" I announced as I stood up and walked to the doorway. "Let's go have some drinks and say goodbye to everyone."

"Yes, let's," she said with a nod.

We took the elevator to the top floor and were cheerfully greeted by a large crowd. I shook hands, got my back slapped and mingled with my fellow staff members. We had drinks and food as the congratulations on my retirement kept coming. Blanca stayed close, always seeming to have another drink ready. I felt her hand touch mine a few times, her slender fingers caressing mine as we stood together and chatted with the others.

Each time I glanced over at her I got a sly grin and her dark eyes seemed even darker than normal. She started standing closer, her hip touching mine. I could smell the familiar scent of her musky perfume as she gently pressed into me. I felt her turn slightly and her hand caressed the small of my back as her breasts pushed into me. Her hot breath fell across my neck as she whispered in my ear.

"Come with me, Boss Man."

We quietly slipped out of the room, and she took me by the hand and led me down the hallway. A key suddenly appeared in her hand, and she unlocked the door to the file room. She pulled me into the room, closed the door and turned the lock before turning to face me.

"We are no longer coworkers," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Oh, very sure, Boss Man," she whispered hoarsely as our lips met for the first time.

Thirty years of pent-up sexual attraction burst forth in a frenzy of passion as we kissed deeply. Our tongues wrestled as our hands travelled our bodies, my fingers finally touching those delicious curves. I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her huge breasts, feeling them fill my hands as I squeezed the firm flesh. I felt her hand rubbing my crotch and heard her moan into my mouth as her fingers traced the length of my now-swollen shaft.

I felt her undo my belt as I slid my hands down to her hips and around to her ass. The button and zipper were opened in an instant as my cock pushed out and my pants and boxers fell to the floor. I felt her hand on my cock as she stroked it slowly.

"Very nice, Boss Man," she giggled. "I like it very much."

I lifted her skirt, yanked down her panties and grabbed her by the back of her thighs as I pressed her against the door. Her legs parted as I moved into her and my throbbing shaft found her wet opening. We groaned as my cock pushed into her silky wetness and I began thrusting as her knees pushed tightly into my waist. I held her up as we fucked against the door and continued kissing until I felt her legs dropping down. I pulled out and let her stand.

"I'm not that young anymore," she giggled. "Do me from behind."

She moved to the filing cabinet, bent over and put her hands on the cabinet. I quickly moved behind her, flipped her skirt up and buried my aching cock in her again. Her shoulders shook with each thrust as I pounded into her, both of us grunting and moaning as we approached climax.

With a deep thrust, I unloaded inside of her, my swollen balls emptying the huge load as her pussy clenched tightly. The orgasm was intense and my knees shook as it washed over me. I held her hips tightly and felt her quivering as my climax began to subside. I slowly pumped my cock and enjoyed the feel of her until my cock softened and slipped out.

She stood up and turned to me, embracing me in a tight hug as we kissed deeply. She pulled her mouth away and gazed into my eyes.

"I have thought of this sooo many times," she whispered.

"Me, too," I replied as I gently touched her cheek. "Many, many times."

We kissed again and began straightening our clothes. After a quick check of each other, we returned to the party and began mingling again. Soon people began leaving and it was time to go. After a round of handshakes and hugs, we left the party and returned to my office to gather our things.

We hugged and shared a long, tender kiss before we said goodbye.

"Don't forget your clock," she added as she went out the door.

0
0

13.10.2022
11
0

Category:
Office Sex

Same as Thirty Years Videos

Thirtyone Days Part 1

CHAPTER ONE This is certainly not the best part of the big city. Sitting in the parking lot across the street from my destination, I see nothing but dull, worn, dirty brick. The street level windows are covered in metal caging. Graffiti is sprayed here and there. The building I am interested in is two stories high and at least a hundred years old. The ground level started life as a small manufacturer, with offices and living quarters on the floor above. The entire neighborhood is made up of...

THIRTYONE DAYSPART 1

CHAPTER ONEThis is certainly not the best part of the big city. Sitting in the parking lot across the street from my destination, I see nothing but dull, worn, dirty brick. The street level windows are covered in metal caging. Graffiti is sprayed here and there. The building I am interested in is two stories high and at least a hundred years old. The ground level started life as a small manufacturer, with offices and living quarters on the floor above.The entire neighborhood is made up of...

THIRTYONE DAYSPART 2

CHAPTER FIVESaturday. Time for kickoff. Inauguration night for the big sex quest. Our regular bar, the Double Eagle, was packed and I didn’t have to work until Monday morning. I planned on getting a double to start this little competition with a bang. One before midnight. One after midnight.Our town was indeed a hick town, but it was party bar central for a large geographic area. We had nine decent pickup bars to choose from. Country, rock and roll, dance, metal, a cougar bar, everything in...

THIRTYONE DAYSPART 3 chapters 1214

Introduction: A young man engages in sex with 31 different women before fallling into the dark, gay underworld. CHAPTER TWELVE The chemical crashed hard against me. My knees completely buckled, I fell back hitting the bed with my bare ass. The blood had left my extremities and was charging towards my skull and cock. My head pounded. I could see my cock throbbing. I was flat on my back, not a clue as to how I got here. The tipped up lighting slashed off the mirrors and blinded me. I felt my...

ThirtyOne Days A Bitch Chapter 1

Introduction: Daisy Bitch has got only one month to get pregnant, failure to do so of which it is punishable severely. $450 million dollars might just be suffered forfeiture of in one single dead of the night. Aged, frail, but a greatly rich manIan Bitch grew to be a prevailing multi-millionaire all in credit to Preston Dick. A youthful, irresistible and atrocious man: monstrous at the same time and causing so plenty a people to be transformed into dominant millionaires on one requirement that...

ThirtyOne Days A Bitch Chapter 2 The Masturbator

Introduction: Daisy Bitch is both a good and disciplined wife and a shameless bitch and slut on the opposite hand. Daisy feels estranged and companionless, kind of. Preston has fared off to work, and she is all friendless and forsaken in this giant and massive house of theirs, wandering this way and that other, checking how the pack of women and men that she has bade and summoned here are pulling off their business and affairs of gracing and beautifying everything up. Yes. They are honestly...

Thirty Days Down Day 01

Cindy shifted the gearshift up to first, so the stick wouldn’t poke her belly and then she smiled that shy super smile that women do when they know you about to totally go under their power. Then she leaned down and across and unzipped me and started in to sucking my dick. The tops of her breasts rubbed against my thigh. I reached across while she bobbed up and down and undid her bra strap, then reached my hand in to cup her breast. It was soft and heavy, the nipple hardening into the palm of...

ThirtyOne Days A Bitch Chapter 3 The BDSM Lecture

Introduction: Sofia Vaccaro teaches Daisy how to be a sweet, mean, and nasty good BDSM bitch. Daisy Bitch is one hundred per cent stripped naked as the day she was born while telephoning Sofia in the pleasant and comfy Jacuzzi. She is not telephoning her in fact, but phoning her on her individual cell phone while letting her hair down into the temperate, hot water and feeling at ease whats more. As she lingers for Sofia to pick up the phone, she carries on to stroke and caress her breasts and...

ThirtyTwo Flavors

Author's Note: The following is a story that I proposed as a challenge on my blog. Alyssa Paige, Mindi Harris, and myself are all published writers who specialize in forced feminization stories. I suggested that it might be fun to do a round robin where we took turns writing in roughly 500 word chunks through fifteen rounds. I started, Alyssa was second, and Mindi was third. The following story takes us through part 8 of the story. I hope you enjoy. --Kylie Thirty-Two...

Thirty One Days Part 1

*** CHAPTER ONE This is certainly not the best part of the big city. Sitting in the parking lot across the street from my destination, I see nothing but dull, worn, dirty brick. The street level windows are covered in metal caging. Graffiti is sprayed here and there. The building I am interested in is two stories high and at least a hundred years old. The ground level began life as a small manufacturer, with offices and living quarters on the floor above. The entire neighborhood is made up of...

Thirtysix exposures

This is a work of fiction. Thirty-six exposures It was just a simple manila envelope, my name and address labeled dead center—the words “photographs, do not bend” stenciled across the bottom. I’d grabbed it out of the mailbox with a thick handful of other letters and was halfway across the porch before I realized what it was. I absently jiggled it for a second and then dropped myself into one of the old rockers we had out there,the other bills and junk left scattered across my lap as I ripped...

Thirty Curlers and Picks Part 4

The next morning, I awoke first. I slid out of bed very quietly so I would not wake him. I had to just stand there for a minute and take in the sight of my husband, sheets thrown off, sprawled face up with his satin robe open and askew, his very nicely used manhood completely displayed. As, also, his netted curlers still tightly bound to his slumbering head, were there for my viewing pleasure. This morning would be interesting. I think we will soon know if the Jim of the fetish sites...

Thirty Milky Days The Beginning

It all started with a contest. It was innocuous: one of those surveys you fill out online to get a chance at some free merchandise. I never expected to win anything. I never expected what followed. The survey itself was pretty simple. It asked about hair care, body wash, food preferences, spare time activities. The problem was that it only wanted people who in their twenties and women. Me being a little greedy, I filled it in as if I were a woman and put my live-in girlfriend's...

Thirty Milky Days Day 1

Thirty Milky Days - Day 1 Waking up the next morning was probably one the odder experiences in my life. I woke to sunlight streaming across my face while Alicia's fingers stroked my achingly hard nipple. Her other hand traced idly up and down my sensitive nether regions, teasing me. My whole body was comfortably sore from last night. I attempted to feign still being asleep, but, when Alicia's fingers entered my pussy, I let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure. "Hmm... thought...

Thirty Milky Days Day 2

Thirty Milky Day - Day 2 by Fahzbehn I awoke slowly to my alarm going off. Smacking the snooze button, I began to roll over to get fifteen minutes more sleep, when the weight of my chest pulled me further than expected. My eyes bolted open and, in the dim morning light, I slowly looked down at my body. My large, round breasts were there, of course, along with the rest of the curves of my body. As much as my mind rebelled that the last two days had been some kind of dream, when...

Thirty Milky Days Day 3

Thirty Milky Day - Day 3 When I awoke, it was to Mistress's breast. My lips were pressed against her nipple and, as soon as I recognized the tasty of her milk, I began to suckle in earnest. I knew I was hooked on it. There were few things better. As the caressed my back and bottom, my body slowly, inexorably came awake. For one, my breasts felt swollen and uncomfortably full. Further, my inner thighs felt weird, like there was a pillow between them. Normally, I slept in the...

Thirty Curlers and Picks

Why the hell didn't he say something to me? Jim and I had been married now for 23 years. Pretty sure we have been madly in love for all those years. Now this has come up. Sort of pisses me off. But I will get over it. I guess. My name is Wendy Rodgers and my husband's name is Jim. I am 46 and Jim is 47 years old. All our marriage we have lived in a small Ohio town, almost in the center of the state. Jim, and his business partner, George, owns a farm implement and seed business. I...

Thirty Curlers and Picks part 2

The voice was softer than I had ever heard Jim speak. There was a small question mark at the end of the "Yes." It melted my heart to hear Jim's voice showing a little fear and a great deal of longing. I stood behind Jim and we both looked into the mirror in front of us and I smiled the biggest smile I am capable of. My lace covered breasts cradled his head and I kissed the top of his gorgeous long hair with my shiny red lips. I gripped the side of his head with two hands and drew the...

Thirty Curlers and Picks Part 3

To the salon owner, the white noise of a professional hair dryer is lovely music. It means money is flowing into the till and customers are being made beautiful by a trained staff of cosmetologists. It had been a long time since this particular machine had made itself a money maker. But it still functioned properly and efficiently. It was nice to hear it whirring once again, even if it was my husband who was being beautified. After pressing all the buttons, I stepped back and dropped...

Thirty Curlers and Picks Part 5

Maybe some of you ladies have done so. For me this was the first time I have given my husband a female hair style. Sort of hits you right between the boobs. As a professional hair stylist and cosmetologist I have done ultra fem styles on hundreds of women, and even a few men. The men I kind of enjoyed. They were so sweet. Putting themselves into my hands. Knowing that their masculinity was going to be buried under my skills. For the most part, they really became rather cute young...

Twas the Night Before New Years

‘Twas the night before New Years, The lights were turned dim, Every person was stirring, Especially Kim. Her stockings were black And clung to her thigh. She sat on her bed And let out a sigh. Her thoughts were all filled With what was to cum. She knew it’d be her And for sure more than one. She picked out her panties Matching bra trimmed in lace. Turning to the mirror With a smile on her face. She liked what she saw Indeed it was HOT! She could not resist But to reach for her spot. The hairs...

Thirtyone Days Part 1

CHAPTER ONE This is certainly not the best part of the big city. Sitting in the parking lot across the street from my destination, I see nothing but dull, worn, dirty brick. The street level windows are covered in metal caging. Graffiti is sprayed here and there. The building I am interested in is two stories high and at least a hundred years old. The ground level started life as a small manufacturer, with offices and living quarters on the floor above. The entire neighborhood is made up of...

ThirtyOne Days A Bitch The Strip Show

Introduction: Preston Dick undresses and strips stark naked while some sweet piece of music is playing. Daisy likes the music that is playing and crooning out loud. It is sweet and beautiful, gentle and winning. With each sluggish, tortoise-like tempo and rhythm, she can feel her pulse gait and punch build and strengthen up. Blood upsurges and gushes more faster and rapid inside her veins. All as she awaits for him to take off his clothes or strip one hundred per cent naked. He seems to be...

Thirty Curlers and Picks Part 6

Interesting, the memories that come back to you, in an instant. When I was a young girl, eight or nine, I would purposely wander into my mother's bedroom while she was dressing for a night out with Daddy. I would be fascinated at the sight of Mother bending, naked, from the waist and letting her boobies fall gracefully into the cups of her bra. As she would straighten back up, invariably, she would smile at me and wink. I swear she would mouth the words: "Sometime soon, my...

Thirty DaysChapter 2

When they got home, Gloria ordered Tommy to get his iPhone, iPod and iPad and give them to her. Tommy complied and she told him to go back to his room until dinner was ready. Gloria changed into regular clothes. She reluctantly put a bra and panties on and a decidedly unsexy house dress over them. Meanwhile, Tommy had the picture of his essentially naked mom in his head. He closed his door, took off his shirt and fished his hard cock out of his pants. It was red from being half or fully hard...

Thirty DaysChapter 3

Gloria swam a little more then laid out for a while longer soaking up the sun’s rays. When she got too hot, she gathered her things and went back in the house for a shower. All the while Tommy was jerking off at his bedroom window looking at his sexy mom Tommy wasn’t the only horny person in the house. After she got back in the house, Gloria took off the rest of her bikini and took a shower. As the shower ran, she leaned up against the wall with two fingers in her pussy and pinched a nipple...

Thirty DaysChapter 4

Saturday morning came and Gloria came into Tommy’s room and woke him up with a kiss on his forehead. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us.” This morning, Gloria was wearing a mesh and lace cupless baby doll with a G-string. When she leaned over to kiss her son, he got an eyeful of his mother’s naked breasts. He had worn shorts and a t-shirt to bed and while the shorts didn’t conceal his erection, at least his cock wasn’t visible to his mother. “We have a lot of...

Thirty DaysChapter 5

Tommy grabbed his suit and made a beeline for his bedroom. He stripped, climbed on the bed and started jerking off. It didn’t take long for him to blow his load. He was experienced enough at masturbating to where he could time his release to shoot his cum at maximum distance. He felt it start to build up and then let it go. He shot it so far it hit the headboard behind him. Tommy shot such a copious load he needed four Kleenexes to clean it all up. After he finished he took his...

Thirty DaysChapter 6

Gloria gave Tommy the keys and asked him to drive home. He hadn’t driven much but it was an easy drive home since they were out of the city. Usually, when Tommy drove with Gloria, she would hassle him. Tonight she was in no mood for giving him grief. As soon as they over the Golden Gate Bridge, Gloria reached over and unzipped his pants and pulled her son’s rock hard cock out through the fly in his underwear. The Mustang had bucket seats but they were close enough to each other so Gloria...

Thirty DaysChapter 7

Between Gloria’s squirting and their enthusiastic fucking, Tommy’s bed was wrecked. They laid there for a little while in each other’s arms regaining their strength. After a while, Gloria suggested they take a shower – together. That suggestion rejuvenated Tommy and he followed his mother to the bathroom. Gloria took off her teddy, garters and stockings. Tommy was already naked and while he thought his mother’s lingerie was really hot, he loved her nude body. Like any boy his age he loved...

Part 1 8211 The Initial Years

I have been reading this site for quite some time and after considerable deliberation, I decided to post and share my experiences over the last 35 years or so. I have been involved with a lot of women during these years and I have loved them a lot. I am a 50-year-old youngster and am married for the last 20 years and we have a son who is 16 years old. I am reasonably fit and possess a good healthy body, thanks to all the effort that has gone in over the years to maintain a reasonably good...

Thibadeau the Pirate the Early Years

Sarah and Jason Thibadeau received a letter from the publishers of their story Thibadeau The Pirate. Opening it they read: Jason, we have just received a letter from a person by the name of Thibodeaux located in North Carolina. She has asked me to put you in contact with her. She claims to have information about an ancestor of hers that very possibly could be the same person as the first Jason Thibadeau of Vermont. According to this lady there are too many similarities between her ancestor and...

Bangalore Hostel life 8211 The First years

I won’t say the college’s name. But it’s an engineering college, and it’s not one of the best. Somehow, due to my score, I could get into this college’s Electrical Engineering department, which we will call SIT. After filling out all the forms for admission and a hefty fee, I moved into the boys’ hostel, room 414. This hostel was located on the outskirts of the campus. Nothing was around it for at least a mile. Also, I had to share a room with two others. Luckily for me, they were from my...

Miranda It Had Been a Very Long Two Years

She left me two years ago for another man. To this day, I still think about how she just walked out without giving me any explanation at all. Since then, I have not seen any other women. None. That is because of two reasons. One, I am scared that another would do what she did to me, and two, well, I am still in love with her. You would think after two damn years I would be over it. Well, I’m not. Every day that goes by, I still think of Miranda. I still see her long wavy dark brown hair flowing...

Miranda It Had Been a Very Long Two Years

She left me two years ago for another man. To this day, I still think about how she just walked out without giving me any explanation at all. Since then, I have not seen any other women. None. That is because of two reasons. One, I am scared that another would do what she did to me, and two, well, I am still in love with her. You would think after two damn years I would be over it. Well, I’m not. Every day that goes by, I still think of Miranda. I still see her long wavy dark brown hair flowing...

Ten Years

I was nervous when he took my hand from behind and whispered into my ear, "Come with me." I turned my head to look at him and saw that mysterious, Mooney smile on his face. The noise of the party faded away into the background of that moment and that smile. I remember thinking that a woman could lose herself to the charm of such a grin. So, I curled my fingers in his and allowed him to lead me out the door into the chilly darkness of the autumn night. We had been playing a game for weeks...

Hero the EscapeChapter 6 Two years

My reprieve ended two weeks later when a small fishing boat sailed straight at my little island. I noticed when it was under three kilos away while framing the window on the east facing. Up until then, no one had else had even come close. My location seemed to be outside of normal fishing lanes. Two men and two women, the men both had deep dark tans from extended exposure to sunlight on open water; of the soon to be arriving women; one was familiar and one not. Justiciar Dana Hershim asked...

Kira The Next Two Years

Thank you everyone for the comments to "Recharging the Batteries". I hope to answer a few of the questions here in the sequel, which has been a long time coming. Any of my stories may be re-posted on other sites as long as it remains intact and proper credit is given. (Spelling and grammar errors may be corrected). And now on to the sequel for "Recharging the Batteries". Kira: The Next Two Years I was stunned. Two years locked in this tube! Two years as my wife's maid! Two...

Changeday Five Years

CHANGEDAY: FIVE YEARS by BobH (c) 2009 Changeday was upon us again, four Mondays after the last one, and just like on every other Changeday there was a palpable tension in the air. It was 6.50pm - ten minutes to go, ten minutes before we switched from the alpha phase to the beta. "Daddy, I don't want Bryan wearing my yellow dress!" said Sophie my six year-old daughter. "Daddy bought it for both of us!" protested her twin brother. "It's not just for you!" "He's right,...

Sucking An Old Friend And Others In Later Years

I loved growing up in Savannah, but unfortunately, I didn’t move back there, at least not until years later, after graduating from college, marrying my college sweetheart, and starting my career in Baltimore. I was happily married and happy with family life most of the time, but I often thought about the experiences I had with my best friend, Paul, in high school.My name is Ed, and now, at the age of sixty-five, I’ve decided to document the life-changing events that occurred after my wife,...

Ask Me Again in Twenty Years

We met in college, a long way from home for either of us. I came from a comfortable middle class home, parents just celebrating thirty years together. I was the middle child, an older sister and a younger brother. Didn’t have any of the normal middle child issues, because according to my mother, ignoring me was like trying to fill a tub with a thimble, possible, but not probable. Not that I was a whiny kid. Just demanded my due. I had always been a little obsessive[I preferred to use the word...

Ask Me Again In Twenty Years

We met in college, a long way from home for either of us. I came from a comfortable middle class home, parents just celebrating thirty years together. I was the middle child, an older sister and a younger brother. Didn’t have any of the normal middle child issues, because according to my mother, ignoring me was like trying to fill a tub with a thimble, possible, but not probable. Not that I was a whiny kid. Just demanded my due. I had always been a little obsessive[I preferred to use the word...

Surprise Package From Mysore Girl After 10 Years

This story is about my surprise physical encounter with one of my surprise contact. This lengthy story will reveal a few surprise moments of my life with this Mysore girl Bhagya. This encounter happened a month back at Bangalore, but the link to the story goes 10 years back in Mysore. At that time, I was working in Mysore in a private firm. I was a bachelor and sharing the accommodation with two other friends. This rented house was in a residential area in Mysore and it was in a walking...

From my husbands diary in his Twen Years

I have the license of my husband to publish his stories in English or German from his various (Sex-) Diaries. Nelly, who is in this story the heroine, I know. She blushed, as she read the story, but she confirmed it.Nelly - a woman is awakeningAs I saw her for the first time, I was 24 and my first sex experience with a 38 years old woman of the Netherlands with enormous breasts (BH 100 D) laid 2 years back. The woman I saw, worked at the front desk of a steel-fabric, where I was working as a...

From my husbands diary in his Twen Years

I have the license of my husband to publish his stories in English or German from his various (Sex-) Diaries. Nelly, who is in this story the heroine, I know. She blushed, as she read the story, but she confirmed it.Nelly - a woman is awakeningAs I saw her for the first time, I was 24 and my first sex experience with a 38 years old woman of the Netherlands with enormous breasts (BH 100 D) laid 2 years back. The woman I saw, worked at the front desk of a steel-fabric, where I was working as a...

The Home Schooling Years

GREASING THE PISTONS AND LUBING THE RODS...Ross Barker heard unusual noises coming from the engine room. It sounded like the deckhand Marcus was being attacked by a wild bear. Making Ross' hero scream and squeal. The savage bear was growling and grunting like a heavy diesel engine. Pounding its way upstream on a fast-flowing river.The then 16-year-old Ross had just finished 5 years of basic nautical schooling. Learning a trade like his father. But after 5 years of education ashore, he...

Return to my Teenage Years

I hadn't even wanted to go out that night. In fact I hadn't wanted to do much in the last year since my wife and daughter had died. I had been married to Jennifer for about 5 years when we were blessed with the most beautiful daughter in world in 1996. Her name was Amber. From the time she could take her first steps, everyone knew that she and I were going to have a special father/daughter relationship. There wasn't anyplace that we didn't go together; the ballgames, the mall, fishing,...

Meera after 18 Years

“Baba, why are you teasing with me ?” She shirked, “ Stop playing, Fuck me deeper, Oooh yes ,that just it, keep doing that, tear me apart”. She was wild in ecstasy. Her pussy was wet and swollen and my prick would keep slipping out. I had been at it for the last 20 minutes and she must have come at least twice. Yet she wanted more! This time I used my left hand to guide my prick into her drooping wet hole and started pumping with all my strength. Minutes later she climaxed yet again with a...

Ten Years

Ten Years My best friend Billie and I were in deep shit. For past two years we worked as mules for a very notorious black Street gang. Up until last month it had gone well. We did minor courier work for this gangs bosses. We were considered perfect for the job. Two ten year old white kids, considered to be generally good kids, average students and to date, no discipline problems. Our contact was a fellow student at our school, a black kid whose dad was muckity muck in the gang. ...

First Five Years

My First Five Years with TG Lovers Copyright 2005 by [email protected] This copyrighted work may be freely distributed, with the requirement that it be distributed as an entire work, including this statement, the warning, the preface, all chapters and the Epilogue, un-changed. WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING This story includes graphic depictions of sexual acts performed by consenting adults. Depictions include male, female, male-to-female transgender, and...

Wasted Years

Harumi and I had been married for twelve years. We had met and married in Japan in the early 90’s, then moved the States the following year. We had our only child, a boy named Andy, 9-months later. Ironically, we conceived him the night we arrived in America. It was 2005, and we were living just north of Raleigh, North Carolina. Harumi was a stay-at-home mother, and I worked for a small technology startup in Research Triangle Park, designing video streaming technology. In the early years of...

A Deadbeats Diary Older Woman who hadnt been laid in 19 years

So here goes my hopefully not too long and complicated true story. It was the spring of 2002. I was online in the local chat room for a bit of excitement while my girlfriend at the time was working the evening shift. Like many other horny young guys trying to get a bit on the side, I would begin a conversation with ASL - Age-Sex-Location. So this is how I met Freda. She responded to me by saying she was 42, female and living in a town that was located about 500 miles from where I was...

Threesome With Collegemate After Years

Hi, this is Sandeep. I am a regular reader of the indian sex stories dot net and this is my third story. I am 29 year old banking professional in Bangalore. For reviews mail at This is a story about me and my best friend Rohith seduced and had sex with our classmate Keerthi whom we met after seven years from college. During college days Keerthi was a damn sexy that every boy dies to fuck her. At college in Kerala, Rohith is my best friend; we are so close friends as we together saw porn movies...

Slutty Gangbang Wife Gets Used for New Years

Lisa Got Triple Played On New Years Eveby Realgee About LisaNone of my wife’s family, friends or co-workers know she’s an adulterous slut wife. A couple of Lisa’s girlfriends have picked up on the fact that she has an unusual amount of male friends, but they don’t know that the situation extends to “friends with benefits“. One of her girlfriends knows about a man Lisa dated once a couple of years ago, but just thought she had cheated once, and really doesn‘t know the details. They rest all...

Loving My Sister Throughout The Years

This story actually happened but I have added some extra description for my readers’ enjoyment. My wife died suddenly 5 years ago shortly after her 53rd birthday leaving me on my own with a son and daughter both married but living away. My daughter is married and settled in the USA and my son is settled on the other side of India in Mumbai and only visited me 2 times in a year. For me Calcutta had always been my home city and as an Anglo Indian I had a good circle of friends and social...

The Boarding School Years

YOU NEVER GET A SECOND CHANCE, TO MAKE A FIRST IMPRESSION... The cocksure troubled teen, Justin Barker, was taken to his bunkroom in the boarding school by a senior student. "Okay, well... welcome to your bunkroom. You will get to meet the rest of the group later..." Justin looked around the bunkroom. It had 4 army-style bunk beds and some lockers. At the foot of each double bed, there were 2 lockable footlockers. Peter continued: "You must know that this institution has some stringent rules,...

Spanked for Fifty Years

or A Painful Prank © Big Billie 2003 and 2004. Not to be distributed or sold for monetary gain. My name is Mary Wainwright and I went to infants' and junior schools, as they were then called, between 1948 (when I was 5 years old) and 1954 (when I was 11 years old). I then moved to an all girls' grammar school, where I studied from 1954 until 1962, when I left to go to university at the age of 19. In those days the routine method of keeping order and discipline among school children...

Through the Years

This story sort of falls into the "What If" genre. As usual constructive comments, emails, and critiques are most welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading this tale and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. "This town ain't big enough for the both of us, you varmint," one man yelled. "Ride out or go for your gun." "I'm tired of your loud mouth," the second man's voice replied. "Reach you sidewinder." At the electronic beep, both men drew and...

Porn Trends