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It all started about 10 years ago, when I interned at one of the largest PR firms in New York City. My name's Marianne, and at the time, I was 22 years old, bright eyed, eager about my future, and more than a little excited about my plum position in the trenches at this great firm. I still remember that first interview after all these years; when I met David. That interview still stands as one of the oddest moments in my life. There was something about David that I couldn't put my finger on, but through the entire interview, I could barely move my eyes from his... there was just a strange connection that to this day I swear I felt, and it was the strangest thing... so familiar, like I'd known him before. Of course, some of this might have had to do with the physical attraction I felt for him also. His piercing, sex-filled eyes burning back into mine did nothing to deter the innate draw that he seemed to hold for me. When I left, with assurances that the internship was mine, I tried my best to shake that odd feeling that I'd had, and managed to, for the most part-until I started the internship 2 weeks later.
I showed up for the first day as eager as ever to start learning about what I hoped at the time would be my future career, not to mention excited about seeing David again; I was especially curious to see if he'd have the same effect on me as before. It didn't take long to learn the answer to that question. As I turned a corner on my way to the company lounge to get my morning cup of coffee, I saw him step off the elevator, and my heart leaped into my throat. What was it about him?! I'd never felt so strongly about anyone in my life, particularly someone that I didn't know the least about... on the one hand, I felt like I was being irrational; on the other, I was realizing that I felt what I felt, and couldn't deny it. Maybe I'd experienced the phenomenon of "love at first sight."
He showed me around that day, and I was impressed by how thorough he was in showing me daily minutiae-not to mention sweet and patient when it took me a while to catch on. He introduced me to my coworkers; I would be spending a lot of time with Pete in particular, who was a real asswipe when it came to me, with his sexist/racist comments, but it didn't seem appropriate to bring that up to David at the time... or ever. But I took solace in the hope that someday a jerk like him would be the equivalent of gum on the bottom of my shoe-and besides, I got to work with a cutie like David.
We worked together for almost 3 months over the summer, until the Fall semester started and I had to start grad school uptown. During that time, I still never learned much about him except the usual, regarding his age, upbringing, family, education, that sort of thing. I did pick up on his loneliness in some of his comments around the office, never directly to me, so I was fairly certain that he'd been disappointed in love somewhere along the line and wasn't involved, but we never talked about our personal lives aside from the casual. It might seem odd that despite our long hours working together, that that was all I really learned about him, and perhaps it is; but despite that, I still was never able to shake that feeling of being "close" to him. There was an obvious sexual tension any time we were together, and I felt that we were both making it clear that we liked and wanted to be around the other. It kept building all summer long until all of my masturbatory fantasies starred the lonesome and mysterious David. I would wake up in the middle of the night, in a sheen of sweat, disappointed that he wasn't really there, twisting my nipples furiously while growling his arousal into my ear.
By this point, I realized that no matter how much he was attracted to me, he wasn't going to compromise his promising career by asking out a summer intern over 10 years his junior; so I decided that I'd have to be the one to make the first move. About a week after I'd left the internship, I was still living in New York, and I decided to drop by his office that night, knowing he'd be working late as usual. To say he was surprised to see me would be an understatement. When I saw the happiness in his eyes, I was relieved beyond belief... despite the way we'd flirted during my time there, I was very aware of the differences in our ages (17 years), backgrounds, financial status, etc., and always had the fear of rejection at the back of my mind. We hung around his office a little bit, making small talk before he suggested a neighborhood bar where the interns and a few of the company execs frequent. For a few hours that night, David and I probably had the longest, most interesting, least hormone-driven conversation we'd ever had and would ever have again. We talked about nothing in particular, flirting and drinking all the while, and to put it shortly, by the end of the night I knew that I wanted to feel his lips on my lips, his firm muscular chest against mine, his strong arms pinning me down to his bed, big strong hands running up and down along my smooth thighs, his hoarse, lusty moans in my ears... and his thick cock sliding in and out of me hard and fast, in wanton desire as I writhed under him, moaning his name.
As he paid the tab, I offered to walk him back to his place, which was on my way to the subway... Once there, we got into a lip lock that I hoped would induce any red-blooded male to invite me up for a nightcap... and he did! Riding the elevator up the 20 floors to his apartment was the longest minute of my life. As I felt the wetness seeping through my panties, I had to stop myself from rubbing my thighs together in anticipation of what I hoped was coming. It was kind of weird once we got up there, though. He insisted on giving me the full tour, which was nice, but I had no interest in it-I wanted him to take me hungrily right then and there. But I was patient... After about 15 minutes of small talk sans flirting, I figured that he was either gay and I'd been totally misreading his signals for the past few months, or he was nervous about making a move. In case it was the former, I let myself down mentally and prepared to leave, telling him that I really liked his place. As I picked up my clutch from the coffee table and walked towards the room's door, I felt him come up behind me. His arms wrapped around me, as they had in several of my tamer fantasies, and he took my clutch, tossing it back on the table... ahhh-so he WAS just a little nervous, I sighed inwardly, in relief. He turned me around to face him and pressed against me, allowing me to feel his hardness through his pants. Our lips met in the sweetest kiss I'd had in years. Feeling his soft, sweet lips press against mine felt so right, and fueled the fire that had been growing in me since I'd met him. His hardness pressing against my stomach, the feel of his lips, the safe, warm way I felt in his arms was so familiar... I felt lost in his arms, and I let myself go in a way that I never had with anyone else. To this day, I still don't know what it was about him, but everything just felt so good, and like it shouldn't have been any other way than the way it was that night. As our kiss grew more intense, he ground his manhood more heatedly against my torso, making me ache to touch it. I began to rub him through his pants, loving the moans and raggedness of his breath in my ear, exactly the way I'd imagined it to be. He hungrily rubbed my crotch and my ass through my pants... I could hardly stand it, and knew I was moving way too fast, but I wanted to feel this man, who'd aroused feelings and thoughts in me like no one else had, I wanted to feel his hands and his lips roaming all over my needing flesh, wanted to feel his hard, toned body against mine. I hurriedly ripped off my shirt and bra, dying to finally see and feel those soft lips that I'd daydreamed about since meeting him suck and kiss my turgid nipples and aching breasts. He latched on to a nipple, and sucked and lapped at me in such a way, that I swear the wetness in my panties increased three-fold. I was so aroused... I had to touch his cock, hold it, taste it, let him fill me with it over and over. I grappled with his belt and trousers, and when they fell to his knees, my mouth watered at the tent in his boxers... I dove my hand into the material, and felt his hot, hard cock, pulsing and venous; he moaned into my mouth, and started pumping his hips slowly back and forth into the tight grip of my hand. The heat in his shorts was tremendous, so I pulled them down a little, also wanting to feel his firm cock against the skin of my torso. Both of us aching to be one, he began unbuttoning my slacks, and once he got them off, wasted no time rubbing my ass, which were exposed by my thong, and running his fingers back and forth across my slit, feeling the wetness that he alone had caused. After fantasizing about him for so long, I felt like things couldn't move fast enough, which was pretty atypical for my style. Tonight, I wanted this man that I hungered for to fuck me the way that I knew he could. With unrestrained, primal, wanton passion. I could see the challenge and the base sex in his eyes the first time we met, and now I wanted him to prove it to me with every fiber of my being, to fuck me long and hard, to make me scream his name while I came hard, bucking and writhing, pierced by his thick cock, or moaning and rolling my hips as I came into his sexy mouth. He lifted me effortlessly towards the bed and laid me down across it. The lust in his eyes would've frightened me had I not felt exactly the same way at the moment. His firm hands spread my legs, and before I could even take a breath, his hard cock was piercing through my soft folds mercilessly, as he fucked me with relish and force. He slid out almost the entire way, then slid back in, hard, making me gasp his name as he sucked my earlobe, pounding into me again and again. His sweet lips latched on to my sensitive nipples again, laving each one with pleasure, while he slid in and out, making me hotter and hotter with each firm stroke. I couldn't believe that I was finally fucking this virile fantasy of mine, and that he was everything I'd imagined. He kept a steady pace, fucking my tight hole harder and harder as he came closer to exploding in me; and when he finally did, his thick cock twitching madly and pulsing as it let loose it's sweet nectar into my needy cunt, I came also, calling his name and grasping the sheets as I had so many times in my David fantasies.
After our climax, we laid there for a while, touching silently. I would be lying if I said that thoughts of rejection didn't again cross my mind. The fact was, we were very different, and though I knew I could deal with it and what it would bring, I also knew that as a red-blooded male in the corporate world, he had an image to keep that didn't include a 22-year-old Latina from the inner city, no matter how much he was attracted to me... to be honest, with a situation like ours, I didn't even want to embarrass myself by suggesting a relationship to him-I wasn't clueless. As we each lay there with our separate thoughts, the shrill ring of the phone interrupted. He walked out to the living room to pick it up, and alone once again with my thoughts, realizing that I'd crossed the safe fantasy line into a reality that I knew would end up hurting me, I decided to get dressed and leave. Besides, I had to pack anyway to move to my new place near campus. I left my phone number with David, knowing I'd probably never hear from him again, but hoping against hope that my initial gut feeling when I first met him was right, and that he was different from the typical corporate white male I'd pigeonholed him as post-coitus.
I woke early the next morning, feeling slightly more positive about the night before, and later in the day, decided to call David and tell him what a great night I'd had with him. He sounded a lot more brusque than usual, and although he said he'd has a good time also, he seemed in a rush to get off the phone, so I took it for what it is was, and left it at that. I thought maybe he'd call if he was in a better mood, but didn't count on it; I'd heard enough from friends about guys like him, and knew better than to get too excited.
It was about two weeks later. I'd finally finished moving into my new place, and was settling in as a grad student. I wasn't seeing anyone, and after my last serious relationship, which ended about 2 months before the internship, added to my experience with David, I wasn't too interested in getting involved with anyone, and I was feeling really good about being alone. One night after a long day of classes, and of course, a long two weeks without any sort of sexual release, I logged on to my favorite erotica site to read a little and get off before going to bed. Sex at work being my favorite category at the time, I started there and browsed through the stories that were posted since the last time I'd logged on a few months ago. There was a recently posted one, with a lead character by the name of David. Intrigued at finding a sex at work story centering on a character with the name of my recent crush, I decided to read and see how much this fare compared with my own fantasies of David from a few weeks ago. It was well written, and from the female perspective. A very detailed, engaging story about a young woman working in a small office with a guy named Dave, who loved it when she called him David; the awkward flirtations between the two, and how right it felt when they finally got together, but the doubts that each felt after their heated tryst at the obstacles they would face if they tried to be together. As I read on, it occurred to me that except that I hadn't, this story could very well have been written by me! The writer's words, emotions and feelings toward this "David" were all mine! Down to how "right" and comfortable it felt being around each other. I couldn't believe it! It was just too damn weird. I racked my brain, trying to think back about whom I could've possibly told such intimate details about that night to, or my emotions surrounding it, and the answer was absolutely no one. The only two people who could've written that story were David, or I-- and I knew for sure that it wasn't me. I sat at my computer, staring at the story for about 20 minutes after reading it, trying to think things through and be rational. I asked myself what the odds were that it wasn't him... that it was a complete coincidence that someone wrote a story directly paralleling what had happened between David and me a mere two weeks ago. The odds seemed pretty low on that. There were details, interactions between us, things that were just too close to home to not have been written by him. And on the one in a million chance that it wasn't him, then who was this person whose story so directly paralleled my life? It was at that point that I decided to do something that would end up forever changing my life. For years, I had read erotica on the net intermittently as a passive observer, never voting, mailing the authors, or even writing my own work. But this night, I sat there and I composed a message to the author of this story. If it was David, and he wrote what he honestly felt, and his emotions paralleled mine so completely, how could this be wrong? Given the strong way I felt about him before he did a complete 180 after sex and brushed me off, and given the fact that out of all of the erotica websites that he could post a story on that it had been posted on the only site I'd ever read from-- that we both somehow ended up crossing paths on the same one... if it was really him, wouldn't that have to mean something? And if it wasn't him, then I could find out about this person whose story paralleled my life in such detail, and that would be that. So I went for it, composing a rather (I think) polite letter about the story, then went to bed, a million thoughts about who David really was, how little I actually knew him despite the intensely close feelings I'd felt for him since day one, and wondering if my initial feelings towards him, and that uncanny affection I secretly felt for him, were of any significance after all.
I woke up the next morning, and checked my email right away. Of course there was nothing, and I was somewhat disappointed. But I put myself in his shoes (if it was indeed, David who'd written the story) and suddenly felt like an idiot for sending the email... if I were in his shoes, and had written a story about him like that, and he'd found it and emailed me, I would've been so humiliated that I wouldn't be able to put words to it. How could I have been so stupid as to write to him about it? Maybe I should've written story in response? But I had no experience writing erotica, I couldn't have possibly done a good enough job to turn him on and let him know that I'd read it, and how aroused it had made me. Should I have asked him out again, playing it cool, and then bringing it up later that I like to read erotica? Surely I could've done something smarter and less confrontational than an email... what an idiot I was, I thought to myself. I waited an entire week and still got no response. At this point, I realized that I had to ask someone for advice here. I felt like maybe I'd exercised bad judgment in even thinking that he'd written the story... Maybe I'd gone off the deep end with my initial idea, and I needed a good friend's honest opinion on my sanity. With that, I paid my best friend and ex-boyfriend Marc a visit. He'd already known about what I'd felt for David since day one, and encouraged me when I asked him on the first date, and then stroked my ego when he never called me back afterwards. He also knew most of the intimate details of that night (I know what you're thinking, but no; several of the details in the story, I'd omitted in my retelling... best friend or not, some details cross the border into "too much information" territory) so I sat him down and admitted to him that yes, puritan me, who'd only lost my virginity a year before and was so ladylike on the exterior was a closet erotica fan... he even pored over the story with me and assured me that I wasn't insane, that it certainly seemed likely that the story was indeed written by David. He told me that the email was a bad idea, and that maybe I should just call him... clearly if he's writing things about me that mirror my exact feelings, not to mention that we're both clearly highly sexual and into erotica, that we could surely find some way to be together, whether just as friends, lovers, or maybe even just fellow erotica fans. There just seemed to be no reason to hide, especially considering how much I genuinely liked him in the first place... the idea that he was some sexy, secret erotica writer just made him seem that much more special to me. I waited a couple more days, and when I thought to myself that if I don't call this guy soon, there's a possibility that I might never again speak to the intelligent, lovable, sexy, and (talk about icing on the cake) secretly erotic sex writer who I hadn't been able to get off my mind since the very first day, there was no stopping my fingers from dialing. Truth be told, at this time, I was far from in love with David; but the feelings he aroused in me, not to mention the other part he aroused... I just felt like I couldn't ignore this, especially now with this new amazing facet of him that I'd possibly discovered. It just made him seem so much more human to me, and if I felt drawn to his soul before, I was doubly so now. Unfortunately he didn't share my enthused outlook. If I didn't think it was David that had written the story before, I knew it after that phone call. His voice was ice, and he made it quite clear that he didn't want to speak with me or see me again. I tried to be my usual bubbly self, but he didn't even pretend to make small talk this time; he shut me down in less than 1 minute, saying that he couldn't talk, and before I knew it the line was dead. I was upset, to be honest, and Marc again consoled me, trying to get me to see David's point of view. How humiliated he must've been, and angry that I'd found this secret side of him... perhaps worried that I'd use it against him as sexual harassment, or blackmail of some sort. To top it off, all I could think about was that he probably was wondering what kind of terrible, promiscuous person I was. Here I was, his intern for the summer, and not only had I asked him out, but also slept with him on the first date, then to top it off, I also read Internet porn? He probably now thought I was some easy sleaze. To be honest, I hadn't expected much after that night with him; I know what the world is like. But when I saw that story, and his feelings or at least what he wrote seemed to match so closely to what I'd been feeling for him since day one, and it seemed to me that he'd felt the same... I can't even describe how buoyant that thought made me feel. The closeness I'd felt for him suddenly made a little more sense... I thought maybe we were alike, maybe he was different from the typical guy I'd cast him off as, and he could see past my age and background to the mature, caring, wholesome person I was. I know I was being naïve, in retrospect, but that's honestly how I felt at the time. And when he brushed me off a second time, even more coldly than the first, added to what I thought he now assumed about the type of "sleazy" person I was, I can't even describe how much that hurt me... like I hadn't even been given a chance to explain my part of it. And I guess what bothered me most at the time was the avoidance of it; Nothing soothes my mind more than a complete clearing of the air. I hate secrets, lies, and dishonesty... The only time things are clear is when they're in the open, and people are straightforward. It burned a hole in me to not be able to talk with him about this. But on the other hand, I could wholly understand why bringing this out into the open would make him uncomfortable... but it still ate at me, and to be honest it still does, because I know that if things had been addressed and cleared up then, that I could've avoided years of heartache and confusion after that moment.
Chapter 2It was about 1 week later when I got the email. It was from the author of the story, a "woman" from the western US, named Vivian. I'd already put two and two together about David by his reaction the last time we spoke, and figured, "fine... if he wants to pretend he's someone else to protect his identity, so be it." Truth be told, I'd be a little skittish myself if I found myself in such a compromising position; who knew what I would resort to? We struck up an email relationship, "Vivian" and I, discussing everything from our families to our childhoods to our favorite authors. Of course, everything David told me as Vivian was false, but I understood his need to talk with me a little, to find out what kind of person I was. I realized quickly that foremost among his thoughts were fears of sexual harassment charges, or public humiliation. The notion kind of surprised me-- considering how strongly I felt about him the entire time, those were the last thoughts on my mind. In retrospect, it was quite stupid of me, talking with and being drawn into the world of this ridiculous alter ego he cooked up, but it grew out of my loneliness at the time, and a growing need to find out more about this hidden, kinkier side of a man who I'd found so sensitive, endearing, and while sexy, extremely vanilla before I'd read his story. And it wasn't just the email back and forth, and eventually the chatting that kept my interest. What really got me hooked were the stories. It didn't stop at the first story. Although it was never discussed (I learned the hard way earlier that this wasn't a man you confronted directly with your worries, questions, thoughts, comments-or anything at all, really) oftentimes, after we chatted, or mailed one another, sharing particularly intimate details of our lives, or qualities of character, I'd find a story written with one of the themes from our discussion... I found these beyond entertaining at the beginning; especially the one where I was the naughty schoolgirl flirting with, then taught a lesson by, the professor who was twice my age. There were oftentimes Dom/Sub themes to these stories. I'd found male Dom fare intriguing for some time, and the idea that he too had a taste for this kink made him that much more desirable to me. Maybe this was the man who I could finally explore this side of myself with. I thought if I could just put up with his email/story game until he was comfortable enough, maybe trusted me enough, to play a little in the real world, then maybe he could be what I'd been waiting for sexually. His writing expressed such passion, such a deep erotic nature... quite frankly, his writing made me more wet, and more aroused than anything ever had in my life. Despite the silly game we were playing, I wanted him even more than before... wanted to sit down face to face and talk with him about what was going on. Find out who HE really was, not this stupid Vivian character... and let him know who I really was. At one point, I even told him about a period of my life that I'd never talked to anyone about... the most heartbreaking things I'd ever gone through, hoping that by sharing this with him, he'd understand that I was trusting him with this, and that if he felt the same, then he could in turn trust me, and if he was just fucking around with my head, that at least he'd have the heart to at least stop toying with me after reading my sob story. I was really starting to get emotionally involved here, and more intrigued about David by the day... I felt like I had to do something drastic to either bring this into the real world, or end it.
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My name is Mike Wilson. The story I'm about to tell you really happened. I've just changed names and places. My first name is Michael, but my last name is not Wilson. If a certain farmer knew of me, I'd probably be beaten to a pulp, my body left for the buzzards. *** I had just turned seventeen, and completed my junior year in high school. I lived with my mother and father in a small Kansas town. Every summer since I was ten years old, I had spent the summers with my Aunt Barb and Uncle Bill,...
MILFThe Potting Shed – Part 2 Life on the allotment, was never going to be the same for me, how could it be? James was there working alongside me every day, so naturally, we became close friends, with our love for horticulture and vegetable growing our common ground. But the sexual tension between us was hot and constant, neither of us bowing to it, but you could almost see the heat rising between us. It was only a matter of time, until it exploded, and we both knew that. At times, I sensed James...
Oral SexMy name is Andrew Lake. I am a junior at Brickton High School, even though I just turned 18 last month. I don't consider myself unhappy, just a little out of place. I'm a smart kid, but I'm not the brightest bulb in terms of social interaction. I only had a few friends, all of which in similar situations as me, and not a single girlfriend throughout my school career. Hense, my porn addiction. Romantic relationships aside, I had a pretty decent life, just not a perfect one. My life was,...
Introduction: Family of five attends a wild festival! THE FESTIVAL My wife Mandy, my two daughters, Nikki and Gina, my son Jack and myself wandered around the festival seeing the sites. It was a pretty wild place, women flashing their tits for beads, some even their ass or pussy, guys showing their dicks. I had suggested to my wife that maybe the kids were too young for all of this but Mandy insisted that they were fine. After a while we separated, Jack and I going one way, Mandy and the girls...
Tiffany is here today to cheat on her man. And that’s pretty much it, she says. Our blonde cheater has no intentions of doing any other porn shoots. She just wanted to get fucked on camera and then rub it in her boyfriend’s face forever. We are more than happy to facilitate this domestic squabble, but we will keep one teensy surprise to ourselves until she’s sipping her tea in the kitchen, wondering when her first and only porn shoot is about to begin. The answer, dear...
xmoviesforyouThe air brushed over her overheated skin, lifting a long line of goosebumps from her shoulder to knee. Swallowing hard, she tried to relax into the position he’d left her in; bent over the couch, hands flat on the cushions, standing on tip toe with her ass high in the air. Her dark hair spilled over on to the cushion on either side of her face, leaving her back bare. She was a ball of trembling need before he’d finished adjusting her legs wide enough apart that the air caressed damp lips. He’d...
SpankingYou are Amber, a female elf living in the elven town of Fringher. You are 19 years old and have just graduated high school. It has been your lifelong aspiration to become a Witchblade, and finally you can begin your training. Like all female elves, you have a long slender frame, accentuated by the curves of your perky tits and tight ass. Your lean face had playful features and your hair was long and wavy. Even by Elven standard you were quite beautiful and your figure often drew looks from the...
FantasyMichaels life seemed fine after Zo got back. He didnt quite know how to deal with his nightly visits from Dana, but he figured it would work itself out as everything else had. He and Zo had been dating for a week when she finally invited him over to her house for dinner. My parents decided that theyve given us enough space, Zo rolled her eyes as she told Michael. They were sitting on the steps of the school after the last bell, cuddled up as close as they could be. The teachers passed them...
The Birthday Present ? part 3 ? by: Eve Smith For the next few weeks I remained trapped inside the restricting body suit. My movement was limited to crawling. I did try to stand on one occasion when Abigail left me alone in her room. I sobbed as I found that getting beyond my hands and knees was impossible. Speech also was not an available option to me. The mouthpiece of the suit held my tongue flat to the floor of my mouth. My days were spent being dressed by Abigail in the...
Chapter 1 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Joey's Background +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ January 8, 1980 Joey wanted nothing more in this world then to be a rock star, but the odds were against him. He did not know how to play any instrument, nor was his singing ability anything special. It hurt him even more that he did not know anyone within the industry. Still, he wanted to be a rock star. Unfortunately for Joey, he was also lazy and undisciplined. He was just a few...
Dora was an independent woman. She was forty-three-years-old and was divorced. She was quite good-looking for a woman in her forties. Her shoulder-length black hair was wavy and beautiful, and her long eyelashes curled up, making her look very young. She also had a great body with waist that was thin and her breasts which were round. As she looked in the mirror and put on her lipstick,the doorbell rang, and Dora called out from the bathroom, "Come in. The door's open." Dora’s friend, Phil, a...
EroticONE As they walked through the woods alone, he gathered his thoughts. Finally, he broke their comfortable silence. "Dear, dear Kathy," He finally said, I want you to know that I love you and care about you and that I always will." "If you need someone to talk to, or ask hard questions of, I will always be there, even if no one else is, just as I always have been there." "I promise I will never judge you, or lie to you. If I know an answer, no matter how hard or even embarrassing it...
Katie walked back to her shared apartment after the last class before spring break. The days were getting hot in San Diego. Her long tanned legs showed beyond the hem of her mini skirt. The heat always made Katie feel horny and she looked forward to a week alone at her childhood home, where she could masturbate herself into a frenzy. Arriving in her room, Katie grabbed her pre-packed bags and was heading for the door, when her roommates came out of the kitchen. Rebecca was the first to greet...
Cousin Marlene (have mentioned her a few times before in my post) calls telling me they will be having a retro style dance on Saturday night at the dive in movies that is located a few towns from us. I was not old enough to drive as of yet and she wanted me to go with her. Of course I said. For the next few days (if I my teacher did not need me) she picked me up from school and we went to thrift and second hands stores looking for retro style outfits. I found a cute pink "poodle skirt and pink...
Angela and Percy were drifting apart. Percy spent more and more time with Ray in the Study learning the "family businesses." Angela soon began traveling to Vermont to see the kids. She needed their companionship, the companionship Percy no longer provided her. She watched as Percy started resembling her father. She did not like the transformation. She had to find something to occupy her mind. Percy would no longer provide that relief for her. One day she called Dr Fritz and asked, "Is...
He did not see much of Helen in the next week or two and nothing from up close. Sometimes he would catch her looking at him from across a classroom and then she shrugged with a sad smile. She did not move with Taylor’s clique either and from what Danny heard through the grapevine, Charlotte Konig had succeeded to bag Taylor at that picnic. Danny also noticed that Gonagle was constantly watching over Helen. He suspected that Gunderson had given the word to the principal to keep his daughter...
Its been a rough couple of months for Megan. Shes been struggling to pay her rent and get her bills taken care of. Luckily, her friend referred her to a loan shark. His interest rates werent too crazy and he gave you three months. Megan figured with the extra boost she can get back on her feet and pay it off with days to spare. This wasnt the case. The shark shows up at her place a few days early, wondering why shes been avoiding him. Hes very calm about this, but Megan is getting spooked. She...
xmoviesforyouCHAPTER 18 - Good sex is like the bridge card game. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand. Ellen was shopping at the mall on a Sunday afternoon. Her pre-eclampsia was under control for the present. She had just finished looking for a new dress that would accommodate her expanding belly. Sadly, her ability to wear a size 8 was a long way in the rear-view mirror. Whenever she shopped it was with a vengeance. Today she gave off the air of a socialite just...
TAKING ON A MONSTER: an old-fashioned stroke story by Rumple Foreskin Cindy and her four lovers sprawled together in satisfied exhaustion, comparing notes on how they’d celebrated her birthday. Someone started tallying up the different encounters. The final count left everyone duly impressed with both the recuperative powers of the four guy’s and with Cindy’s stamina. ‘Damn, woman,’ said Bob. There was a note of respect in the tall, ex-college basketball player’s voice. “You must have...
Letting out a sigh of relief I step on to the front lawn. 'Ahh, home at last,' I think to myself as I proceed to walk toward the front door. Walking toward the front door my mind wonders over the past years events at college, quickly forgetting about them as I approach the door. After some trouble I pull my keys out of my pocket I open the front door and step inside. Nothing seems to be differe, I think looking around the house. I walk to the kitchen remembering that mom and dad went away for a...
IncestRoland 2090 "Stop that!" Roland shouted. "Stop that right now." Osama regarded Roland with an admiration that was very much compromised by the very real fear for his own safety and a sincere wish that his friend could sometimes put prudence above charity. The suit worn by the large unshaven man who Roland addressed were much smarter and more costly than those anyone normally wore in this part of London, but he was oblivious to the fact that it was now splattered with blood from the...
So while we were having our drinks i said to sam " you choose what happens next " think it caught her by surprize - my suggestion, " i would't know where to start, i said lets explore the various play rooms, see what they each in turn have to offer ? she lead the way in so far as by the chain a had attached to her collar, i kept it short , after a short while she said can we return to the first room we were in ? she felt more at home in that one, fine by me i said,Now look at the stuff on the...
Brother Sister Photo Session It all started one day when my brother-in-law asked me if my wife would consider posing nude for him. Hell yes she would, but I told him that I would ask her. I knew that my wife was practically in love with her little brother. She told me about a time that she spent the weekend at her parent’s house sleeping on the couch and he had taken a picture of her with her legs spread and no panties on. He thought that she was sleeping but in reality she was...
I've mainly crossdressed at home, with only short excursions outdoors, though I've always wanted to do more outside. I'm unfortunately not very passable, so most public areas are not good options. My wife has known of my crossdressing activities for several years, and knows that I get a thrill from going outside, so as a treat she offered to accompany me to a secluded area in a local park. I dressed in what my wife calls my "realtor drag" - knee-length black skirt, white blouse, red...
The next few years merged into one big sexual blur. Dawn became the official entertainment for the weekly card game. Each of the players had his own surrogate wife, but none of them were as young as Dawn and none cared to spread her legs for the entire group. In addition, Dawn wanted the work badly, planning to use the money to finance her college education. She treated each man, and most of the wives, with the attention they would have gotten had she spent the night alone with each...
I had Creamy as a pre-dinner fuck. I took him in a stall of the bathroom nearest the hotel's main restaurant. The rest of the boys were waiting for our table so I held him against the wall and tried to take him fast. The so called experts seemed to be right - if I didn't hold back and just fucked him, it was very easy to just come. From start to finish wasn't five minutes. "Sorry." I moaned. "I owe you a better fuck. Tomorrow, ok?" Creamy turned around and grinned. "I forgot to...
“Mr. O’Brien,” the small white-haired legal secretary spoke into the phone as she sized up the thuggish caramel-skinned man standing in front of her. “Your two o’clock is here.” She paused and wrinkled her pointy noise. “He says he’ll be right with you. Have a seat. May I offer you a bottle of water?”“Naw, I’m good,” replied the client. “I’ll just wait.”A few minutes later, F. Jamison O’Brien appeared wearing a neat slim-fit J. Farrar black suit, a pastel green Van Heusen sateen-finish...
Standing near the exit door with elevated heart beats I opened her message. She wanted me to come to the Indoor Parking lot. I was both scared and excited at the same time. I wanted to run, but the chastity belt on my dick was making it difficult for me to even walk. It took me a couple of minutes to reach the parking area. The entire region was empty. As I walked I could hear my own footstep. I passed a couple of cars when I heard a honk at the corner of the building. I knew it was her and I...
Clarissa There I sat on the bed in my hotel room. The sun streaming through the window. I bet Terry is having a great time out on the golf course with that bitch and his buddies. Then I started to think back on last night. The beginning was hot and l loved the way Roger tried to humiliate my hubby. I had to come to his defense but my heart wasn't in it. Not that what I said wasn't the truth. Terry is and always will be a great lover. But this is a game, well not really, more like a quest...
Kelsey James has a secret to share… she undeniably loves some sugar daddy dick. She also loves money, which she is in dire need of once again. So what does she do? Why, she grabs her phone and sends us another submission video for round two! Smart decision Kelsey, we know you won’t be disappointed. Of course this hottie quickly got swept off her feet by another generous sugar daddy that helped her get back on her feet. Not only that, it looks like this daddy might even be hooking...
xmoviesforyouThis story is dedicated to all those readers who took the time to comment on my previous stories. Thank you This story picks up 8 months after the brutal assault on Kerry during the works Winter Ball, and Kate's marriage proposal to him. He made his choices and is now getting on with life, trying to put a closure on past events and enjoy his future. This is the last of the Kerry Stories and I recommend you read the others first, but if not here's a summary. In KERRY & THE...
This is a story of a relationship, with all its many layers, sex, love, trust, getting to know each other and getting the support from each other when you really need it. No relationship happens without its ups and downs, and Misha and Froo’s is just the same. I hope you enjoy this slow and steady unfolding of their love. Please send me feedback as with real life, the end is not yet written, and I have incorporated some people’s suggestions and feedback as I write. * Laughing as she watched...
This is a true story, and happened over the past weeks. I have no doubt there will be many more stories to share with you. I have this kink with my beautiful partner of 2 years being with other men. I get so hard and horny to think of other tongue, fingers or cock making her cum. She is multi-orgasmic and curvaceously sexy with a short brunette bob, incredible green eyes and a gorgeous smile. Her hands are exquisite and slender. She hates her body and makes derogatory remarks about her body and...
Wife LoversIntroduction: Emma finds leverage on Amy Authors Note: Thank you for the feedback, everyone! I made sure to try and make some more sense in this one and hopefully you like it a lot better then the first one I wrote! Amys face rested between both of her hands as she sat directly across the table from me. Occasionally, she shifted between her hands until a small red blotch appeared on her cheeks from the pressure. Her legs were crossed delicately, whereas mine were spread apart slightly as I...
Author’s Note: A BIG Thank You to all of you for staying with this story, and for sending the feedback, it has been a great help. For those of you who wanted to see things heat up again, this is for you. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please remember to vote and/or leave comments! * After a week I was beginning to feel a lot better about the whole situation at work. The tension was easing and the gossip was dying down, not that I heard any of it directly. It was just the sympathetic...
“Okay, my little nymph, what do you plan on doing if we see someone walking or a car coming towards us?” “I don’t know, I never thought of that happening. I guess we hide somewhere.” “Not many houses have bushes in front of them.” “What should we do, go home? I wanted us to walk together so much!” “If we see someone walking towards us, we’ll plan our steps so we pass them between the street lights, where it’s darkest and I may have to put my cock away.” “I don’t want that, I want your...
As I wake from a sweet slumber, I smile-you didn't let me go at all, and I'd been sleeping in your arms all night. Sighing happily, I snuggle against you, the warmth of our bodies together creating a cozy feeling in contrast to the air-conditioned room. You begin to stir, and I look up at you; as you open your eyes, I see a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. I lift my head and kiss your lips. You respond hotly, and as I break the kiss, I grin; your cock has stiffened. I kiss you again,...
Straight SexI run my wet tongue between along your shaft from tip back down before running my full tongue back up again. I feel your cock stiffen slightly and I moan deeply as I take you into my mouth, sucking gently as I swirl my tongue around it. Your cock grows more rigid in my hand. I begin to stroke your now fully hard cock, shallow and maddeningly slow, looking up into your eyes as my tongue runs up your whole length, your large cock head resting on my lower lip as I lap at your slit, tasting the...
Mein katihar ka rhne wala hu…Aur mere ghar ke bagal me army camp h..Waha ke officer bhut madmast hote h..Daru pina larki chodna ke bahut shauk h unko…Mere papa ka transfer kolkata me tha aur wo wahi rehte the 6 months me 1 bar hi aate the…Mummy bhi akele akele bor ho jati thi..Us army camp ke do officer the jika nam tha manoj singh aur madan bhagat dono ki umar 50 ki thi lkin unka health kafi hatta katta tha height 6’2 ki hogi kuch dino se wo mummy ko apna target banaye hue the. Ek din ki bat h...
Monica stared down at the bed. Laid out was a full outfit for a spring day at her private school. They were even in her preferred colors. A black zip up sweater with the school logo, black and purple plaid skirt, black button up blouse, black lace bra and thong. She wouldn't be wearing a full outfit though. Her sister's instructions were clear. She could choose two things on the bed and no more. If she took too long then she would be dressing her. She didn't doubt that making her sister choose...