Claudias Partyabend
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“Paula, do I look alright?” Claudia asked, turning side to side at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Her hands smoothed the sides of her white silk blouse down to the waistband of her red skirt, perfect colours for Christmas.
Usually into work for ten in the morning, and being the newest person at the station, Claudia wasn’t accustomed to an earlier start to her day at 8:30.
“Honey with a killer body like that, and the beauty of your face, you always look fantastic to me!” Paula praised. She gave Claudia her more than an appreciative hug.
“You always make me look so good for TV.”
“You hardly need any makeup, and you aren’t very fussy about the clothes I help pick out for you, compared to others, that I won’t mention,” she smiled, touching up a slight shine on her cute nose.
Paula MacDonald, forty-two, hair, makeup and fashion consultant for the men and women, who are before the cameras at WZAX TV in Tampa, Florida, once again admired the woman she secretly fantasized about making love.
Claudia looked at Paula’s reflection in the mirror. “You should wear the clothes the TV station provides us.”
“I’m more of a T-shirt and jeans kind of girl. Besides the wardrobes are for the stars like you to wear,” she smiled, almost succumbing to her desires.
“I’m far from being a star,” Claudia disagreed. “You do make an ordinary T-shirt and jeans look sexy though,” she said, admiring her figure.
“You are a star to me, and please, please, always stay this humble. Don’t let an overblown ego go to your head like some of the others around here.”
“What are you and Jerry doing for Christmas?” Claudia smiled, admiring Paula’s five-foot-four, 140-pound frame.
“With our boys in the Marines and away from home, it’s just us two and his parents for dinner. What about you?”
“Dan was really busy the past month doing book signings all over the country, and into Canada. He was visiting his Mom in Toronto the past few days, and is supposed to be flying here today for a 2 o’clock landing, but the weather isn’t looking very good for him. I’d hate to spend Christmas day alone.”
“With me so immersed in my new job and his book signing schedule prior to Christmas, we’ve been together one weekend since the telethon, Thanksgiving weekend. Living a four-hour drive apart sure beats a four-hour flight, that is more like a ten hour day. That doesn’t include the preparation time away from each other when I lived in New York.”
“Luckily my friend, Brooke, has driven every other weekend from Miami to spend it with me. She’s staying with her parents in Texas for Christmas. We’ve grown to be very good, close friends. Plus, we’ve made friends with the Winslow family, we met during the telethon. They’ve had me over a few times while Dan is away,” she smiled, thinking of the wonderful sex she enjoys with them and wants countless repeat visits.
“I certainly won’t complain about the warm weather either, although the rent for my apartment is more than double what I paid in Middleton. I didn’t know I’d be entertaining so much and my apartment is on the small size for hosting parties.”
“Being host to different interest groups, and charities is all part of the package. You can always come to our place for Christmas dinner if Dan can’t make it,” Paula offered.
“Thank you. You and Jerry are always such good friends with Dan and me since I moved here. Dan sure surprised me with a visit from his schedule two weeks ago. “Thank you for having us over for a swim and bbq. I can’t believe it has been four months since Tessa hired me.”
“You have yourself, one handsome boyfriend. Don’t let anyone take him away from you,” Paula smiled.
“This time I won’t. That happened to me once before. I was engaged for two years and the fucking ass hole left me for another woman, just two days before our wedding,” Claudia remembered.
“I can’t picture any guy dumping a beautiful, sexy looking woman like you. I doubt Dan would do that to you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and I can tell he really loves you. I still can’t get over the story of how you two met, it’s so incredible!”
“You have a very handsome husband too,” Claudia said, returning the compliment.
“Jerry is in pretty good shape for being forty-five and about 190 in weight. He has a bit of a gut on him, like most men, and he’s still very good in the bedroom department, if you know what I mean,” she smiled.
“Dan is so perfect for me and he’s such a fantastic fuck too!” Claudia bluntly confided.
“We’ll have to compare notes of how good our men are in bed,” Paula smiled in her mirrored reflection.
“Yes over a few drinks.”
“Honey, you are such a breath of fresh air around here.”
Paula adjusted the front of Claudia’s blouse, undoing the top button, allowing a nice hint of cleavage to show. She had grown accustomed to Paula helping her with her clothes. An occasional brush of a hand across her breast, or her ass cheeks, was considered part of the tasks of Paula preparing Claudia for the TV cameras.
“Can we try a high ponytail for that beautiful blonde hair of yours?” Paula asked. Claudia obediently returned to the preparation chair, smiling at Paula’s reflection standing behind her.
“You have such beautiful ears, and nice, long neck. You should show them off more often,” Paula praised.
Claudia watched Paula comb her hair and place it in a high ponytail. “You have nice hair too. I love the short pixie cut on you,” she complimented.
“Do you have a sore neck, feeling on edge, and maybe a little nervous?” She asked, seeing Claudia’s right hand rub the back of her neck.
“Not really a sore neck, but since you noticed my tension, I am nervous about Dan getting to me on time. This will be our first Christmas together, and I want everything to be absolutely perfect, what I wear for him, presents, and turkey dinner, everything!”
“Could you use a neck massage?” Paula offered.
“Mmm I’d love one since you’re offering,” she exhaled.
Paula put her comb and brush aside and stood behind her. She placed her hand on Claudia’s shoulders and began to knead her flesh with her fingers. Moments later, she slipped them inside the collar of her blouse to continue.
Claudia innocently undid two more buttons on her blouse, allowing Paula freer access to her flesh. Her bra cups were now revealed, caressing one of Paula’s sought-after prizes. She smiled at Paula’s reflection, seeing her glancing down at the valley between her low bra cups.
Paula’s pulse quickened at her next suggestion, “Maybe it would be easier if you remove your blouse.”
Claudia looked at her reflection and the unusual request. She smiled and obediently undid the remaining buttons and the two on her cuffs. She handed her blouse to Paula and relaxed in her chair. “Now your blouse won’t be wrinkled while waiting to go into town,” she justified.
Paula returned to massaging her neck and shoulders. She leaned Claudia’s head back, the valley between her breasts becoming her pillow. Paula looked down at Claudia’s chest rising and falling with her breaths, her low-cut bra and thin material showed the bumps of her nipples inches away from view. Paula’s heart couldn’t help quickening.
After a moment, Paula put her fingers under her bra straps, slipping them off her shoulders. “You have beautiful looking shoulders. I’ll have to find a way for you to show them more often on camera.”
“Maybe I can get away with wearing a halter top, but not too low. After all, my segments are supposed to be family viewing,” she smiled.
“I think we have several. I know they’d look great on you.”
“I know I wouldn’t be able to use my own clothes on TV, they reveal far too much skin for our viewers to see,” she said.
“A sexy outfit or two would probably do something to boost our ratings,” Paula said.
“Show my shoulders and maybe some more leg to our viewers?”
She moved her hands down Claudia’s arms. Her heart pumped quicker as her fingers brushing the outer edge of her bra cups. A slight push in at her elbows puffed the cups out, revealing deeper cleavage to her.
Paula returned to her neck and shoulders. “Mmm, that feels so wonderful. I’m really tempted to let you keep going,” she expressed, her eyes remaining closed.
“I’ll keep going, if you want me to,” Paula hoped. She moved her hands down her arms again. Her nails brushed the material of her bra cups on their way to the crease to her folded arms. This time she let her fingers touch more of her cups on their way back to her shoulders.
“You don’t see me stopping you,” she said, her eyes still closed. Claudia relaxed, enjoying the feeling of Paula’s fingers on her.
“Can you and Dan come over for a swim and bbq over Christmas?” Paula asked.
“I’m sure we can manage. But you just want to see Dan in his swimsuit again, don’t you,” she teased, opening her right eye.
“I didn’t know my stares at him were so obvious, I’m sorry.”
“No offence taken. I feel it’s a compliment to me that other women find my Dan attractive to them. It helps to confirm I’ve made the right choice in my man.”
“I thought you’d be jealous of another woman showing interest in him.”
“It depends on the woman. I know Dan and Brooke were lovers before I met him, and it hasn’t hurt our friendship. Harmless flirting, or a little kiss and hug, or some little tit feels, or even a few pussy strokes, are nothing compared to another woman trying to steal him from me.’
“Last July Dan attended a celebrity auction in New York City with actress Heather Brewer. There were pictures of them having drinks, dancing, hugs and kisses. I didn’t have to worry about Dan cheating on me with the paparazzi following Heather’s every move.”
“Heather Brewer, wow, Dan sure knows the uppity ups of Hollywood.”
“He was married to actress, Connie Sheppard, for seven years. Hollywood marriages can be just a bad as anyone else’s. You carry your weight well, and I know Dan appreciates you in your sexy one piece swimsuit. And your Jerry is in decent shape also,” Claudia said, changing the subject.
“I don’t have as nice a figure like yours. Two grown boys, some stomach flab, wider hips, and mid-forties approaching, it’s hard to get my weight down past 140.”
“I’ve always felt self-conscious of my height. At five foot eight, I draw more looks than I want, because of my height, and I feel my 150 is too much weight also. Maybe we could work out together, you know, support each other to lose a few pounds,” Claudia offered.
“I’d really like that a lot.”
Paula moved her hands down her arms again, her fingertips touching more and more bra material. They smoothed over her bra, where her nipples lay underneath. She desired Claudia so much, and risking retribution, leaned over and kissed her right shoulder.
Her eyes remaining closed. “Replacing your hands with your lips, are you?” She asked.
“Sorry if I offended you. I couldn’t resist. Please don’t tell anyone.”
“I’m not offended, and I won’t tell anyone. You can kiss my shoulders again if you want. Your lips feel nice on my skin.”
Paula’s heart was ready to jump out of her chest as she kissed her right shoulder again and then her left. Almost beyond control, her hands continued spending longer seconds at her bra cups. Her hands rubbed her collar bone then moved down her flesh. Paula’s fingertips slid under the lace hem of her bra, up to her cuticles, wanting to cup her breasts in her hands.
“I didn’t know my shoulders were so far down my front.” She viewed their reflection with one eye.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized again. She wanted so badly to slide her hands inside her bra cups.
“You don’t have to apologize to me.”
Claudia was very tempted to take her tits out of her bra and let Paula have all the time she wanted fondling them. She smoothed her skin to her shoulders and then slowly down the front of her chest. Several fingertips slipped beneath the fabric of her bra. Paula could feel her pulse pounding in her ears as she inched her fingers lower. Her middle fingers were stopped by hardening nipples.
“You can move your wonderful fingers even lower, I won’t stop you.” Paula hesitated a moment.
“Do you want to feel my tits?” She boldly asked.
“Yes I do,” she confessed.
“Maybe I want you to feel my tits, as much as you want to. Go ahead, Paula. I’d love to feel your hands massage my tits.” Paula was ready to faint.
Paula’s fingers smoothed down her front, slipping underneath her cups. She was about to take a handful of tit when Taz, the Station resident playboy, stuck his head in the door, startling Paula and temporarily bringing her back to her senses. “Have you seen Stephanie?” He asked, not seeing Claudia’s reflection in the mirror.
“No I haven’t Taz,” Paula replied for the both of them.
“That guy gives me the creeps,” Claudia said when he left.
“He’s fucked every woman who works here, probably even Tessa.”
“Tessa Mendez, our Station Manager? Don’t tell me, he’s even fucked you?” She questioned.
“Yeah, in a moment of weakness, I let him fuck me. Actually, he has fucked me several times. He isn’t all that great as he makes out to be. More talk and less action,” she joked. “Don’t ever sit on his couch in his dressing room, or he’ll be undressing you!”
“Thanks for the warning, but I imagine we’ll fuck eventually, just to try him out. Does Jerry know about Taz fucking you?”
“Yes he does, so I let him fuck around on me a few times to call it even. We don’t keep very many secrets from each other. I actually picked out two women for him to fuck,” she confided.
“Wow, you two are quite the sexy couple,” she smiled. Claudia didn’t want to reveal anything about what she and Dan do sexually.
“The sex stories I could tell you about this place, would make your pussy hairs curl, or straighten out, depending on what turns you on,” Paula joked.
“I’ve heard a few stories myself, and I don’t have pussy hair. I keep mine shaved. Oops, I guess that’s revealing more than I should be telling you,” Claudia blushed.
“That’s okay honey. I shave my pussy too, helps to cut down on the rashes from the heat living here, and I know a lot of men prefer a shaved pussy to a hairy one.”
“Is that speaking from experience with different men, before and after you married Jerry?” Claudia enquired.
“Yes, before and after I married him, but don’t tell anyone,” she whispered as if she could be overheard.
“I won’t say a word, we all have secrets of one kind or another,” she smiled as her thoughts turned to Kim, Tracy, Brooke, Stacey, Ian, and Cheryl, Karen and James, Ryan and Emma.
“Now where were we before our rude interruption, oh yes, you were about to feel my tits,” Claudia smiled at her. Paula’s hands were halfway down inside her bra when Claudia’s cell phone chirped, and she answered it, placing it on speaker.
“I want to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours, then eat you until you can’t stand cumming any longer,” the caller’s voice wanted.
“Is this my favourite obscene phone caller?” She smiled.
“You bet it is, plus I want to watch you fuck your pussy with your long dildo as you suck me off,” he added.
“Uh, Dan you should be careful what you’re saying. You are on speaker and I’m not alone.”
“Oops I’m sorry,” he apologized, laughing lightly.
“I’m not sorry at all,” Paula piped up loudly.
“Who’s with you?” Dan asked.
“Paula is giving me a wonderful neck and shoulder massage and about to feel my tits, before I go into town for my interview with Santa Claus.”
“Hi Paula, just a neck massage and tit feel?” He kidded.
“So far, that’s all. She has good hands,” Claudia smiled at Paula’s reflection.
“I hate to interrupt your fun, but I have disappointing news to pass on. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to be with you later today.”
“What’s happened, Dan? Are you okay?” She asked, worried.
“I’m fine, but I’m stuck here at Pearson Airport in Toronto. They’ve had a lot of freezing rain, and it’s playing havoc with all the flights in and out. My flight departure of 11:10 is already delayed.”
“It figures, that would be just our luck,” she expressed disappointment.
“Can you log onto Seeme so we can at least video chat while I wait for my flight?”
“I can for a few minutes. Wayne and I are going downtown to City Hall and interview kids about Christmas and some guy dressed up as Santa.”
Claudia stood from her chair, picking up her blouse. “Sorry, we have to cut our fun so short. I really enjoyed our massage and look forward to the next one, only longer and no interruptions,” she said, slipping on her blouse. She came to Pula, her blouse still open, hugged her with a light kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, Paula, I love your hands on me. Maybe my next massage from you, I’ll take off my bra.”
Paula was in heaven and touched her cheek from Claudia’s kiss.
Claudia buttoned her blouse partway as she made her way quickly to her cubicle. Her workstation didn’t afford her very much privacy for the times she chatted with Dan on Seeme. She glanced around the portable grey fabric wall, seeing several male and female co-workers at their stations. She saw a request to chat from Dan was waiting and eagerly accepted it.
“Hi beautiful, you look nice and Christmassy dressed in red and white,” Dan smiled.
“Where are you?” She asked, concerned, scanning the background behind him.
“I’m sitting in the first class lounge at Pearson Airport in Toronto.”
Claudia loved to sneak Dan flashes of her tits and pussy when they chatted, and she unbuttoned her blouse again. Her heart would pump faster at the risk of being caught, or worse, seen fingering her horny pussy for him on her computer camera.
“I sure hope you can make it home to me soon,” she fretted.
“I see I don’t have to ask for a tit show anymore,” he smiled, seeing her open blouse.
“You know you can see my body anytime, even if it’s during our chatting.” She checked that no one was looking at her and slipped her tits out of her bra cups, offering her nipples to him. She needed Dan too much to care who saw her.
Paula had walked down the hall, carrying Claudia’s cell phone she’d left behind, and came around the corner. She covered her mouth to hide her sudden gasp. She could see Claudia sitting, facing her computer, with her bare tits showing. She quickly stepped back, far enough not to be seen but able to look at her and listen.
She had longed to see Claudia out of her bra and knew she had to very soon suck on those nipples she was gazing at. Claudia rocked side to side, pulling up her skirt. Her white lace panties now in view, she slid the elastic crotch aside, revealing her shaved pussy to Dan and unknowingly to Paula.
“I need you, Dan. I need you to fuck my horny pussy, then eat it until I can’t stand cumming,” she yearned.
Paula’s eyes widen in disbelief as she saw Claudia slip two fingers inside her pussy. She unconsciously licked her lips.
She hardened her nipples and fingered her pussy for an appreciative Dan and Paula. “I will fuck you good when I get my hands on you. I’ll take a Viagra and stay hard and fuck you for hours until you beg me to stop!”
“Stop it, Dan, you’re getting me hot for you already,” she said, licking her fingers, then returning them to her pussy.
The sight of Claudia pleasing herself and the dirty, sexy talk between them had Paula slipping a hand under her T-shirt and bra.
“I need you to fuck me good and hard up my horny ass,” Claudia desired.
“While we both watch as another cock fuck your wet pussy?”
“Yes, Dan you know what fucking my ass does to me. And I need you to find me a third cock to suck off and swallow his big load of cum! You can watch three men pleasing me at once, like you’ve seen me do before,” she needed.
“Maybe you can fuck James and Ryan again. You know how it turned you on so much to double fuck a father and son!”
“Yes, yes, and I need to eat Karen and Emma’s pussies. Mother and daughter pussy tastes so fucking good! And I need to suck off James and Ryan again, and watch you suck them off again and swallow their cum for me.” Her hand tempo increased as did her pulse.
“I will honey, we’ll get together with the Winslow’s very soon.”
Paula was going over the edge in exhilaration as she slid her other hand down inside her jeans. “So you’re not so innocent after all. You do like two and three guys to fuck you at a time. You like to eat pussy, and Dan gives blow jobs to guys?” She recited.
“And Dan, I miss eating a good young pussy. I need to eat Emma’s again, and watch you fuck that fifteen-year-old pussy! I miss my Kim and Tracy, and of course, our Brooke. I need you to fuck a woman and then I need to eat her pussy until she cums and she eats my pussy! I need to watch you fuck a woman then we eat each other’s pussy! Plus, I want to see you suck cock for me and swallow.” She was so turned on she didn’t realize she was repeating herself.
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Day dispossesses day, Moons hurry to be born And race to their decay. – Horace, Odes. L’Accademia di Santa Cecilia di Agrigento… 11am. “Ah yes, here it is.” Claudia smiled as she read the polished brass plaque to the right of the heavy iron door. The door was nestled in an old arched stone doorway in a quiet side street off Agrigento’s Via Atena. The sheer scale of the doorway suggested to her that it had been the entrance to a grand house, little of which was visible from the street. She...
At last methought that I had wander’d far In an old wood, fresh washed in coolest dew, The maiden splendours of the morning star Shook in the steadfast blue. – Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata, each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous tableau of sound, of light, of aroma and of timeless essence. Claudia especially delighted in the caress of the sea breeze upon her face as the first rays of dawn emerged from...
What art thou… that fearest not the sea? – Moschus of Syracuse, Europa. The Indo-European thunder god, like most of his kin, goes by various names, in Sanskrit he is Rudra The Howler, in the Norse sagas he is called Thor, in Italy proper under Rome he was called Jupiter. But in the Sicily of classical antiquity he went by a more primordial name, Zeus. As Zeus Brontios, The Thunderer, he assumed his most terrible aspect. Claudia swiftly understood how the ancients had come to revere the name...
The ethereal power pursues souls to the sea, the sea spits them up onto the threshold of the earth, the earth into the light of the bright sun and the sun hurls them into the whirling ether. – Empedocles of Akragas (5 th Century BCE) The first thing that you noticed about Claudia was that she was beautiful. Hers was a refined, sophisticated beauty and at its heart lay, an innate earthiness and a rugged independence that surely came from her Sicilian ancestry. Her dark brown eyes and long,...
Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews? – Tennyson, Adeline. Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a sea more tranquil than any she had yet seen. It was a calm day and the cool of the night still lingered in the airy room. Her Sicilian summer wore on and with each passing day she...
Being greatly stirred, I turn to where I heard That whisper in the night, And there a breath of light Shines like a silver star. – Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided her to the middle of the third row, a prime position which gave her an excellent view of the concert stage. The night was warm and still and fragrant with the scents of the countless...
The Moon, who from the hilltop streams On each white face and throat her beams, The song-enchanted fellows send Their chords of gold Rippling beyond time’s end. – Robert Graves, Music at Night. It was a door. But a door like no other. Moments before, it had appeared miraculously at the sound of her voice and now Claudia continued to stand looking at it, mutely, as though awaiting further instructions or some further miracle. She stood for several minutes and nothing happened then she took a...
How oft we saw the sun retire, And burn the threshold of the night, Fall from his ocean lane of fire, And sleep beneath his pillar’d light! – Tennyson, The Voyage. Carlo stayed with Claudia at Tintamare for a week. Far from being an idle houseguest, he insisted upon cleaning, cooking and performing whatever household chores she would allow him to do. At first, this seemed to her to be a slight affront to her independence but she sensed that it was his way of showing her gratitude. It seemed too...
Hoofdstuk 1. Langzaam blader ik de dagbladen door. Ik zit lekker warm in de bibliotheek en struin alle dagbladen door naar een baantje. Maar in de Hollandse dagbladen zit niemand op me te wachten. Ik heb wel een redelijke opleiding, maar verder niet bepaald een vak geleerd. Uit verveling en ook omdat ik nog geen zin heb om de kou in te gaan, pak ik een Duitse krant. Er zit een heel pak met advertenties bij, maar ze vragen van alles. Op de laatste bladzijde staan ook nog wat...
After dinner I changed into my pajama suit and sat down to work. About half an hour later there was knock on the door. "It is most probably Mita and Choti," I thought and opened the door. I was wrong it was Priya. "Hello Priya, come in," I said opening the door wider. "Hi Saheb, you didn't expect to see me," she giggled. "As a matter fact no but I was wondering how to get in contact with you," I responded hugging her. "Stop wondering and start undressing," she replied and began...
I’ve got a big problem. I can’t hold down a boyfriend for longer than two weeks. Meeting a guy and getting him to date me is easy, I’m pretty enough, but having him stay with me is a whole different story. I get so excited when I meet a guy, touching his hand, smelling him when he is standing next to me, it excites me so much sexually that it feels like foreplay, and then when we get into the bedroom, the moment it goes inside of me I orgasm and it’s over, and I mean...
xmoviesforyouWhen we got back Sandra caught us as we walked in. She was very excited and said, “Come with me to Ben’s dressing room, we need to talk.” Titan had already told me he was going home and would be back at 10:00 to pick me up and take me home. We kissed goodbye and I went with Sandra to Ben’s dressing room. When she closed the door she said, “Everyone is raving about the play. I spoke with five different critics and they all agree that this is a very, very good play. One of the most erotic in...
Wife LoversDr. Sumar suggested we take a break at this point. She excused me to go out to the bathroom and I saw her shuffle quickly toward her own private toilet. When I returned, she seemed a little... out of sorts. Her white blouse was tousled and there seemed to be a stain near the bottom of her black skirt that I had not noticed before.I resumed my reading for her though--------------------------------The inside of the trailer looked like an explosion with trash and clothes everywhere. They took me...
Alan Taylor was sitting alone in his office working. He normally worked alone, he was a loner by nature. At school he was regarded as a geek. He was no good at sports or art or music, but he was good at academic subjects, maths and English were his forte. He had a few friends but none really close. At twenty seven years old he had only had two girl friends neither of whom were impressed enough to stay with him. Anyway, he had been given a company scholarship to university and had done well. He...
What grim motive was behind the terroristic frightening of those beautiful New York models, and behind the murder that accompanied it? I, Austin Green, had two dangerous reasons for wanting to find out . . . . ***** September, 1945… ONE: Models Johnny Walnut said, ‘I’m telling you, Austin, this doll is something. You can take your million-dollar models and throw them all together and you ain’t got nothing that can touch her.’ I regarded him with amusement. He was a funny little man with...
Author’s Note: The following section has scenes including cuckolding, slut wife, wimp husband. If you don’t enjoy those kinds of stories, please skip to the next chapter to continue. Graduation was finally over and students and faculty hung around with family members, congratulating each other and saying goodbye. Some of these people you would never see again. I was leaving in a week to start my summer work. It was Friday night and I didn’t want to go to some high school party and get...
After a lengthy chat with a friend here on lush a week or so ago I found myself compelled to write yet another tale of sensual incestuous delights. Consider this one inspired by a guy I admire and the lady he courts.“You two know not to have any parties while we’re gone,” Cameron’s mother had told him and his little sister as she and their father got ready to leave for the weekend. They’d been looking forward to it for months and knew their 18 year old son could watch after the safety of Amie,...
IncestI KNOW A LOT OF STORIES HERE ARE ALL FICTION BUT THIS STORIES IS ACTUALLY TRUE.A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO MY UNCLE AND I WERE VISITING NEW YORK (AND HE IS NOW NEARLY 70 BUT IN HIS YOUNGER DAYS HE WAS ONE HELL OF A SWINGER)HE WAS REMINICING HIS YOUTH AND THE FUN TIMES HE HAD IN NEW YORK ESPECIFIC MANHATTAN HE TOLD ME ABOUT STUDIO 54 BACK THEN THAT IT WAS ONE HELL OF A ORGY MOST OF THE TIME HE TOLD ME OF A NIGHT IN THERE WHERE HE WAS GETTING A BLOW JOB BY TWO BEAUTIFULGIRLS AND ONE OF THEM WAS A...
Sami St. Clair is working with her personal trainer to get into shape, but she’s so depressed from her break-up with her boyfriend that when her trainer sends her off on a run, she makes a pit stop to pick up a box of glazed donuts! Her trainer catches her stuffing her face with pastries, then brings her back to her place to give her a talking-to. But Sami only knows of one thing that’ll help her get over her ex: getting under her trainer! He’s hesitant at first, but when Sami wraps her lips...
xmoviesforyouBy the time Harry found Nicky she had almost succeeded in her attempt to end her life. After reading the letter, she had gone into the bathroom and taken a razor blade from her father's safety razor. She was very careful to lock the door and make no sound. She had filled the tub with water before slipping in and then had slit her wrists. She tried to do it right, but Betty had been worried about what the letter might contain and had Harry check on her. He had found the locked door and knew...
Off The Beaten Pathby Miss AnonnaDuring a quick visit home one summer I found myself in a little poor town and I wasn’t sure where I was. I did know that I had gotten off Interstate 81 onto US 11 and thought I was headed back to the highway. There was no way to know for sure so I decided to consult a map that I had in the glove box. When I came upon a vacant parking lot, I turned in and parked facing the road. Immediately I unbuckled my belt and leaned toward the windshield to get the map and...
InterracialMe and Mrs Jones CHAPTER 1 The Trap is baited: "Me and Mrs Jones We've got a thing going on, And though I know it's wrong It's much too nice to leave alone." I'd often fantasised about getting one over on the stuck-up bitch who'd beenmy teacher at school. She'd always given me a hard time in my opinion and whenI left school and went into the local police force I plotted for ways to takemy revenge. One day I was going through records on my computer when I found some dynamitenews. I saw...
"So what's the plan for this weekend?" Emily asked, startling Richard. She had been napping. Richard looked up from Emily's desk. Sandra was also stirring. He had imposed a mandatory nap the last few days, since sleep had been minimal. It was appearing to work, since moods were shifting towards the positive over the past few days. "Well ... Arlene gets here tomorrow..." Richard said vaguely. "We know that!" "Sorry. My head is still in this chord analysis." Richard closed the...
The Body Swap Clinic: I'll Guess I'll Have to Adapt By Allison Pettman 2003 "A girl should never ask a man out." this saying is popular and most girls believe it, what a load of bullshit thought Grace Ratcliffe. Grace was not one of the hottest girls in her school but she still pretty hot. Grace was pretty much underrated, Grace is a beautiful 14 years old, has brown hair that just passes her shoulders, about 150cms tall, has lovely hazel eyes, B-Cup developing breasts and a...
Hi all. Story goes back to my day of marriage. Brief flashback: I was fanatically sex craze with my cousin from my teenage and we had good relation and understanding. Mostly I used to tease her by patting/pressing her Butts or find ways to touch her heavily protruding Breasts. STOP. Now coming back to my marriage, it has been a total flop from day 1. To put in context, complete confusion and misunderstanding. So after tying knot, I ran into Cousin (I call her Putt) climbing down the stair and...
CHAPTER 8: THE STAFF MEETING “Good morning, Abby.” I was bent over small piles of sorted documents for Mr. C’s staff meeting at 10:00. I glanced over my shoulder while remaining in position. I gave him a big smile. I had hoped this would time out like this. “Good morning, sir.” He came around the side of my desk as I sorted the last of the documents in the piles. He pressed on the jeweled end of the butt-plug I decided to add today. “Love your outfit, as always.” I stood and turned,...
Introduction: Not into sports, I find sport of a different kind. A note before I begin: I always try to make my stories contain the sorts of perversions that men like. The story is brief, but I hope that you find it sexy and exciting, (I did in writing it,) and of course, Im sure that some other women will find it stimulating as well. __________________________________________ I wasnt all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although hes an ardent supporter of the local team,...
Friend’s Mom and Daughter become My Subs. Pt 1I’m Dave and half way through my first year at University. At school I was sport mad. Now at 19 I’m into dangerous sports; skydiving being just one. I’m fit, randy and smart! I don’t need to do too much work to get laid. Yes I’m a very lucky sod and I know it.During the run up to my exams I return home to study. If I stayed at university I would no doubt chase girls or break something doing my sports.One week into my three week break my Mom and Dad...
When I awoke it was still pitch black. I groaned a little as I heaved myself off the dirty ground. I was encircled by trees, a thicket of brush, and mounds of leaves and twigs. My surroundings looked the same as any other forest imaginable. I could be as little as a few hundred yards from the castle or as far as several thousand miles. I was praying for the latter. I was also praying that Dante thought I had been transported back to my own realm. I knew, however, that his impending rage would...
Unterschlagung = spezielle Dienste Frankfurt: Chris und Zarifa sitzen in einer Lobby eines exklusiven Hotels. Zarifa war Anfang 30. Sie hatte braune gelockte Haare mit sportlicher Figur und einer Körbchengröße von 75 D. Chris war 25. Beide arbeiteten im Vertrieb in der Zarifa als Regionalleiterin tätig war. Chris war als Assistent der Geschäftsführung tätig und wollte mit Zarifa ein paar Zahlen besprechen. Chris war schon lange scharf auf Zarifa, aber sie war schon lange verheiratet. Als...
BDSMHello friends mera name arav hai aur ye meri phli story hai. May be app sbhi ko biswas na ho but ye ek dum real story hai. Is story main apko btayunga ki kese meri shadi meri hi behan se hui. So main apko starting se btata hun ki kese start hua ye sab. Main phle banglore main rhta tha meri mom and behan ke sath. Mere father expire ho gye the. Hamara ek chota sa business tha n koi relative hmari help ke liye age nei aya so mom dad ke baad use handle krti thi. Jb meri study complete hui then meri...
Dawn had finally arrived. The sun looked awesome as it slowly began to rise above the lake. A slight mist was hanging, and it was cool, about 72 degrees. I stood up and hauled out the monster---hadn't pissed for hours. As Kelso just sat there, with his elbows wrapped around his knees, he comments that I pissed like a race horse. I just grin—we had each killed about a 6 pac during the course of the night. No one had yet to rise in the camp. It was only about 5:00 AM. Those that rode...
Hello readers, hope you enjoy this story. I am 32 years old guy and live near bay area in California. I have had a thing for Transsexuals since long but have not been fortunate enough to meet one. This story is a work of fiction and inspired by some of my fantasies. I might commit some grammatical and factual errors and I apologize for those in advance but I hope you enjoy the story.I somehow got attracted to transsexuals a lot and was hooked onto TS porn big time. I really wanted to get to...
Introduction: Two friends step over the relationship line * * * * This is my first story, so id love some criticism and feedback. But please be nice. I tried not to be too specific when it came to physical descriptions. This way, anyone can insert whoever they want into the character roles. WARNING: This story is pretty lovey-dovey. I tried to move the story along as fast as I could but it still may be a good while before you get to any actual sex. Enjoy. * * * * Crap! Cheyenne exclaimed...
It’s finally Friday, Ellen is excited like a little school girl, I'm taking her to the late Garth Brooks concert tonight. John should be here before too much longer. My last message said that she should wear something nice because I wanted to take her out somewhere special before the concert. I said, “ You know what I like Ellen.” After all of those late night conversations that we have had over the past three years, she does know what I like. Her long blonde hair is down, and she is wearing...
Something about eating hamburgers around a formal dinner table is just wrong. And, it's not fun when you're surrounded by three guys you don't even know, all family members you didn't know existed until recently. It didn't help matters that all three of them were watching me, trying not to be so obvious about it. I hated it when people watched me eat. Not that they were watching me eat. They were just watching me. I felt sort of like an intruder. It was quiet and awkward at the table...
It was the summer of 2008, the week of the 4th of July, and I was on vacation with a couple of friends on a little island off the coast of Carolina. Even during the tourist season, the island is often secluded, making it easy to spend an entire day at the beach without seeing anyone else. That’s exactly what we went for. My friends, Daniel and Amy, a married couple, and I always preferred the laid-back relaxing atmosphere of a deserted beach.Early in the week, Daniel and I had dug a huge, deep...
Quickie SexCigarettes By Callie Messenger I tried everything to give up smoking. Changes in diet, exercise, herbal teas, cold turkey, hypnosis tapes, nicotine patches and gum. My wife was being driven up the wall by my attempts. Well, it was her fault that I was giving up anyway. She simply didn't like it anymore. And, every time I tried to give up, I seemed to return to it more strongly, smoking more as though in an attempt to catch up on what I'd missed. Finally she had had...