Threes Definitely Not A Crowd
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Vanna and I are what you might call sexual predators. We visit bars and clubs in search of women to seduce. We are pretty successful at this and sometimes we hit the jackpot. This is a story about such a night. We arrived at the nightclub around 9:00. It was an average place, with a bar area and tables set back and dimly lit. It was famous for being a hookup bar, just what we were looking for. Vanna and I took seats at the bar and immediately began scanning the place for possibilities. There...
We spotted her sitting alone at the end of the bar. It was a moderately-sized place with a small dance floor and a DJ spinning light tunes. It was the kind of place where a couple could feel alone, yet had enough room for larger parties. We had been there just under one hour when she arrived. She was drinking a martini and just sitting there. No checks of her cell phone, no interaction with the other patrons, nothing. We wondered when would be the right time to break the ice. She appeared to be...
Four's Company Ron kicked his bedroom door closed as soon as his wife had dragged him and Alicia through it. With one hand he grabbed a handful of his wife’s hair and pulled her mouth to his, with the other he started trying to divest Alicia of her thoroughly stained t-shirt. The game had been fun downstairs, and watching everyone grope and fondle each other had been a bit of turn on, but as soon as Hermione had dragged him and Alicia out of the room, he had been eager to get here. The...
These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...
BDSMWednesday, February 23, 2005 [[I ended the last chapter with a small digression. Being in the mood for them, I'll add another one, more relevant to my recent merging. Earlier, I calculated the chance of someone merging to be equivalent to 1-in-3E14; 3E14 being 3,000 times the number of people that have ever lived on Earth. There are considerably more than 3,000 w-dimensions, so it's certain that I was not the first person to have merged (this logic is wrong as the dimensions aren't...
Copyright© 2003 by Carlos Malenkov We were making love maybe twice a month. "The problem," Joanne had once said to me, "is that you're just too damn unimaginative. Has it ever occurred to you that there might be more to lovemaking than just kissing my breasts and climbing on top?" After living together for a year, the relationship was spiraling down into the doldrums. Jo wasn't even my type physically -- I like 'em big, blonde, and curvy -- and she's a petite brunette. We didn't...
Some chick’s buttcrack was hanging out in front of me at the grocery store this morning as she grabbed something off the bottom shelf. She’d gone through a lot of trouble to mask up to prevent the spread of COVID but seemed to make no effort to halt that subtle spread of her cheeks as she squatted low, her booty cleavage exposed to me, and any other voyeur who happened to be around. I reached for my phone to snap a souvenir, but by the time I pulled it from my pocket, the young hottie had stood...
Premium Voyeur Porn SitesThe PJ SpankingsI arrived at PJ office on time and as I walked in I was greeted by 20 people some I recognized from my first round 12 Woman and 8 Men. As I walked threw the door PJ saw me immediately and stood on one of the desks and got everyone’s attention. Ladies and Gentleman he said and went on Mr. Butler has arrived and it is time to begin his punishment. All of you can participate in his punishment and humiliation. There was applause at this statement. PJ went on, this time you may spank...
This happened at the company annual Xmas party. I work for a large haulage company so the guests were either drivers or the office staff and their partners. Last Xmas my wife and I attended the company Xmas party held by my boss at a very fancy hotel. Everything was free that night, including the food and booze so we all went to have a good time at the company’s expense. The boss even booked rooms for those who lived further afield. Most of the drivers attended, along with their partners...
It all started with the Saturday Afternoon Talent Quest at the local Mall. Not that I was an entrant, way, way too chicken for that but I loved to watch and most of them were really good. Well I thought so. So, anyway, this particular Saturday my Dad dropped me at the Mall and I found my friends over in the corner of the food court.We were all broke as usual but Deb had just enough for some fries to share as we waited for the acts to start. So nothing unusual , we finished the fries and moved...
I was totally pressed from all side and could not move in the crowd. I was experiencing my body being touched and groped from all sides. Some hands of the youngsters were freely trying to take advantage of the rush." Reena, it is too crowded today."" Yes, the rush is unusual." Reena said. I found a hand slowly touching my boobs. The touch was soft and delicate, but I could not do anything as I was almost helpless. The touch became more bold and the hand mow was pressing my boobs. I looked at...
Miguel and René- Three's not always a crowd.I didn't want to go to the pub with Miguel. It was about 2 weeks after Easter break and I wanted to write some letters to my parents to soften the hard feelings about going to Miguel's family's home for the holiday rather than to New York and tell them about my holiday."But it's Portugal in the finals" he crooned, coming close to stand between my legs where I sat at the dining table with my sketchbook and journal out. I was flipping through postcards...
"I ordered butterscotch," she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London, and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. "I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you," replied the waiter then...
“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice, not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied the waiter then...
“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied...
Straight SexThe Debutante Janet Stickney [email protected] When I was 16 I bought my first formal. It was all white, floor length, with a sweetheart neckline and puffy cap sleeves. It cost me almost $200, but it was worth it simply because it was mine. I tried it on in my room and then hung it in the basement among all of the other dresses that were there. My name is Jeff Grant, I'm 17 now, a short skinny guy with no girlfriend or even many boy friends. A serious student,...
Chapter 1: Meeting Judy This sexy incident occurred one summer when Tom was a cadet at the Air Force Academy. He'd finished up his junior year and the Air Force had sent him to an Air Force base in the Midwest part of the country for a period of four weeks. Before the dozen or so Air Force Academy cadets had departed from the Academy for their summer tours, an organizer for a debutante ball at the base where they would be had contacted them and asked if they would be willing to serve as...
Me and my sister had gone to watch the fire work at Chowpaty in Mumbai. There was a huge crowd of may be few thousand all gathered to watch the fun. Me and my friend Ruby were young teens full of energy. Both of us had nice big boobs and anyone looking at us would keep watching at our boobs for a while as the boobs were all soft and full with nice nipples protruding out from under the blouse. The crowd which came to watch the fire work was huge and we both got surrounded by lots of young boys....
ONE "You see, Entworth, I saw you last night at the PainCafe, when you were hitting that girl's breasts....she was tied down, her hands were, and you kept, like thrashing her with that wire thing." Jinx O'Casey smiled at Entworth beseechingly. ? Entworth's swarthy face?stared at Jinx through his prescription sunglasses, his copy of "Soap Opera Digest" forgotten. "You-you aren't here about my share of the rent?" He tried to look matter of fact, but this was an extreme relief. ? Jinx shook her...
These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...
Chapter 1There are many sayings about patience. Patience is a virtue; good things come to those who wait; absence makes the heart grow fonder; and things of that nature.As you can imagine, someone offering even to try an FFM exerts a great deal of pressure on your patience. You want something like that to happen yesterday, but there was no rushing this potential erotic adventure.Siobahn and I have a great deal of trust invested in each other. We are both comfortable with our situation, knowing...
ThreesomesAll had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...
HardcoreAutumn.Eventually, I felt the need to feel the sun and the wind once more, and ventured to the surface, accompanied by my alien lover, Isshu. It was nighttime, and the air was brisk upon my naked flesh. I could not remember the last time I bothered to cover my nakedness – the memory was as distant as that of my life before this island. Paris and London had become places in barely remembered stories. I remembered my companions, of course, especially Em. I contented myself with the knowledge...
Fantasy & Sci-FiGID'S REUNION Gideon??Reinicke and his sister Kate had quite a reunion It was a yearly thing at this point, but they always both looked forward to it.! He'd picked her up at the airport, and taken her to lunch, and they'd discussed old times, and Kate's art gallery, and of course Gideon's practice as?the most prominent?allergist in Buttermilk Falls. ? Kate had asked Gid over lunch whether there were any romantic prospects in his life. "You know, I know you must be lonely, Gideon, are you...
THE TUTOR OF BUTTERMILK FALLSONE Alfred Nemirow rubbed his throbbing dick tentatively, and gave Fanchon an imploring look. His wife of?three years was impervious to such looks,but Alf tried anyway. He looked down at the steaming Starbucks cup, and then checked? the mirrors of the Mitsubishi Galant...was anyone looking? ? God knows no one wanted to catch Kissler Systems's head Accounting and Financial Recruiter commiting an act of obscenity right outside the damn office...even if he was with his...
The Debutante Timmy had been suspended from school for the second time. Ever since he had reached puberty he had been in trouble in some way. His mother was at her wits' end. This time she was determined to do something about it. She sent him to his room immediately and poured herself a drink to calm down a bit. What could she do? She did not want him to turn to a life of crime. She loved her son and since her husband's death it had been very difficult. If she had a daughter it might...
My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...
BDSMThe last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the country to celebrate the old lady’s birthday. Quite a contrast between a Gothic sex club in inner London to the cottage of a grand old dame in the English countryside. Tamsin had told me very little about her grandmother except that she was called Ariadne and that this was her seventy-fifth birthday. That Ariadne had...
Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me. I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one. The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in...
Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before, it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...
Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...
Group SexFriday 6:30 pm Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night. After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into...
SupernaturalMy mouth is currently on your dick. And it’s fucking SUCKING IT!!!! (The crowd ooosand aaahs) (I give them a thumbs up without stopping!) Isn’t it great to know the crowd’s impressed?! Then I say “lets go somewhere more private” and stand up and pull you into a private room backstage not too removed from the crowd’s earshot. We find a comfy beanbag!!!!! (Isn’t it nice to work in comfort to the narrative!?) (I’m so nice!) You sit on the beanbag and you comment on its comfort and then I pull up a...
Tabitha, Renée and I strolled through the thinning crowd to the food court. It was obvious that many of the patrons had congregated there, so finding a table that Renée wanted seemed impossible. I recalled her desire to play footsies and prayed that she had given up the thought before my embarrassment became something of legend. Tabitha was no help as she spotted a group of kids leaving a u-shaped booth. I felt like a dog on a leash as they dragged me over before anyone else could claim...
It was after midnight and the weather was hot and sticky this close to the sea. I was moving through the dark alleys of a city in the north of Africa. A very Arab country, and I was an American soldier attached to the local consulate. I should not have been out like this, alone and unprotected. But I had a mission to complete. One that was personal. No one could know I was here, especially my superiors. I had seen her several weeks before in the local bazaar. She wasn't alone, of course, but I...
First TimeAll had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...
My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...
The butcher’s meat sales Author: RotnebSynopsis: Camilla were drawn into the weekly States Meat Lottery and had to follows the rules for human pigs.The story is only fantasyThe legal State Lottery- Then you are also within the meat lottery, Karen? - Yes, unfortunately I got my lottery ticket yesterday, as my 19 birthday gift from the State. I have been waiting for the lottery ticket, but I got a shock when I receive it. - It is not surprising to you. All we girls between 19 and 21 years are...
"You rotten bastard! How could you do this to me? This is all your damn fault!" The string of blasphemies coming from my wife's mouth seemed never ending. I have to look back sometime to think just how I came to be in this uncomfortable position that all too many men have found themselves in over the years. There I was, along with thousands of other idiots, trying to force my way into the underground station during the rush hour. I'm told there are worse places in the world but London...
Ma put down the telephone receiver and smiled a hard, cruel, smile. Her two sons, Patrick and Spike, looked up hopefully from where they sat slumped over the kitchen table. It was early morning, an hour before dawn. They had been awake all night. Ever since Katrina Outhwaite had escaped from the room with the big brass bed, they had been frantically searching the roads north and south of the Butcher's pig-farm, without success. "That was the, Sheriff Bud Jansen," she said. "The kid made...
Ten days after Katrina's abortive attempt at escape, the Outhwaites were beginning to accept their fate. They were becoming resigned to being drudges by day and sex-slaves by night and, for that matter, any other time Ma Butcher or her sons wanted to satisfy some sexual whim. Their diet of oatmeal and water, occasionally supplemented by scraps from the heavily laden plates of the Butcher's had much to do with the steady decline in the Outhwaites' morale. The real "killer", however, was...
Reddit ButtPlug, aka r/ButtPlug! I don’t know about you horny mother fuckers, but I could stare at hot chicks with butt plugs up their asses all fucking day. Seeing a little plug up a female’s asshole, imaging how tight it is, and how much tighter it would be if my cock were inside the little brown hole is enough to make my dick get fully erect and jack off right here, right now. Do you think I’m goddamn crazy? Then you’ve never fucked an asshole before!That’s why when I came across...
Reddit NSFW ListCassie and I had known the basic content of each other's opening argument. We'd been working on them in my bedroom for the past four weeks. We shared information back and forth. I gave her the material that I was sure she would use in her rebuttal. We didn't know the exact content and that bit about the Supreme Court ruling was brilliant. I wasn't sure how I'd rebut that. I figured if I didn't have contradictory evidence, I could divert it into a different channel. We were both...
Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night. After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into Lou Lou’s quaint...
The beat was heavy, filling the lungs with dull reverberation. Even far below, she could feel the echoes of it, the sounds causing the musty pools of green-tinted water to shiver with gentle rings. It was dark here, thick with decay so old that the mossy film covering the black tunnel walls had long ago fossilized, now a murky grey beneath the newer slick of green. A thin crackle of noise scratched in her ear as someone tried to use the radio. With a hiss, she crept along the tunnel, her only...
I love being watched. Here is a story of how I found out I’d like being watched.I was twenty-one, in good shape and horny. I wanted to get my nut off from some anonymous guy so, I hit a local adult theater. The operator knew men were hooking up in his cinema, there were several rows of seats, but there were also open spaces to allow better access for the patrons to mess around.So, I paid my minor fee and entered the theater. There had to have been about half a dozen guys of various ages. A...
Gay MaleSometimes it only takes one meeting of eyes, one fleeting glimpse across a packed room to know. Sometimes your eyes connect with someone so intensely that it transcends the sound of Velvet Underground being blasted from a rented PA, the dozens of fratboys with red cups and the couples practically fucking on the stained couches. That’s what happened to me that night. Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. I was only there that night because a friend of mine needed a wing man. I was supposed to...
Straight SexTraveling to London with Rita James was an experience I’ll never forget. When we landed after the seven-hour-plus flight, and with the six-hour time change, it was about 11:00 a.m. All I wanted to do was go to bed and get about eight hours of sleep. Rita made me go to the men’s room to wash my face and change my clothes. She reminded me of her lovely daughter who had picked out my wardrobe for me when I lived in LA. Jeans and a t-shirt weren’t cutting it if I was to be seen with her. I put...
hi my names kate id like to share a true storie with u. i was 15 at the time going out with a older boy it was so good because it ment so much more things to do. well one night he decided to try and get me in to our local as he new the landlord. I was abit nervous because iv never met hes friends before and thought id end up showing myself up. i dressed up to go down there in my short skirt and low cut top as i always like to give the men a good view wich they did when i was on the pool table...
Last year, I posted one story “Seduction of wife of Fast Friend”, which was liked by many and replied to me. This was my relation (of course with changed names) with my fast friend’s wife Priya living in Patna, which was developed through a long time seduction since her marriage to my friend and then finally on a holi, I advanced my action which lead to sex with her afterwards. I used to fuck her everytime when her husband go out on tours. My friend was on a job of sales executive in a company...
hi my names kate id like to share a true storie with u.i was 15 at the time going out with a older boy it was so good because it ment so much more things to do. well one night he decided to try and get me in to our local as he new the landlord. I was abit nervous because iv never met hes friends before and thought id end up showing myself up.i dressed up to go down there in my short skirt and low cut top as i always like to give the men a good view wich they did when i was on the pool table i...
Three's Definitely Not A CrowdIt was a Friday night and we'd arranged to meet friends at the local pub for a few hard earned drinks after work. When we arrived we were surprised to see how busy it was. The landlord had organised another of his Open Mike nights and the 'stars' of the local area had arrived to show their skill. The night didn't get off to a great start when the friends we'd arranged to meet cancelled on us. The talent on display at the mike wasn't exactly music to our ears...
THREE IS NEVER A CROWD.by: flyboyB4By way of introduction, I wrote this story almost a month after it actually took place in 1984 and had posted it on another site. It got such amazing comments that I thought xham readers might also enjoy it. I had worked with Stacy’s mother for a year or two and we had become close. I was 53 and she was 50. I was divorced for a couple of years, and she had been divorced for over 10 years. She knew that I had a vasectomy many years ago. I was hoping that...
CHAPTER 1: COMPANY OPEN HOUSETo my surprise, my mother-in-law seemed more amused at my vexation and embarrassment, rather than sympathetic to my distraught state of mind, as I related to her details of my visit at the company open house at my wife’s new job.“It w-was unreal. I-I was so embarrassed a-and stupefied as Sara took me around a-and introduced me to a-about 35 – I-I really lost count – company executives and b-brawny male co-workers w-who’ve fucked her since she’s been working there....
Gina Makes Her Debut By Janis Elizabeth Chapter 1 It was right after the end of Gene and Julie's junior year at college that my little brother's (sister's) fianc?e approached me with a unique request. It seems that every year, the club where her parents are members sponsors a gala ball where the daughters of the members and other sponsored guests make their formal debut to society. The original intent of this presentation was to signify that these young ladies were now actively ...
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Nabokov led them through the backdoor of the beach house and into the living room. The inside was wide open, no walls, vaulted ceiling. Saying no walls is maybe untrue. There were some walls. Two cages the size of office trailers lined each side. Vernon was feeling like a million bucks. He couldn’t deny the feeling he had. His balls ached, though. He had drained both of them in that girl’s pussy and they throbbed, but he felt horny again already just thinking about it.Jules was scared. She was...
When the clock moved a few minutes passed the top of the hour, her vehicle rode up the incline, onto the parking pad, and I walked toward the door to greet her she walking in the door. To my surprise, another car was coming in behind her, and I watched as she moved to the back of her car to greet the visitor. She disappeared around the corner of the house, and I hesitated for a moment with wonder of the goings on. I reached for the knob, unlatching the door, and headed toward the side of the...