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There was a knock on the door it was 9am and they: the builders were supposed to be here at 8am.Gemma was furious she was late for work. She opened the door they walked straight in two men in theirs 50s overweight and wearing scruffy clothes. Gemma was standing there in her suit jacket skirt and white blouse with tights her long brown hair tied up. Her 34e tits filled the blouse nicely and her legs caught the builders attention as well, this divorcee was just their type. “I’ve got to go I’m...
In my eyes my wife is absolutely gorgeous. She's 5'5" tall and has a pair of breasts to die for, They are perfectly proportioned to her body she is a little over weight but still in proportion, at times her pussy can be hairy yet in the summer she will shave it all away which is very exciting for me. This is my opinion.You might wonder why I am waxing lyrical about her in such detail. The reason is that: I still can't believe that I managed to get her for myself. To cut to the chase, we met...
Rome was their oyster now, but as Rocco and Liam towelled off and reclothed, they knew their evening was nowhere near over. The ache of his anal fucking continued to course through Liam’s lower half, but it did not dampen his excitement. He was the slightest bit disappointed that this time had been his first, because he was sure that no other time afterwards would be able to compete. But the night was still unfinished, and oh how wrong he would end up being.The boys left “Stalloni”, nodding to...
Rome was the city that had it all - the sights, the sounds, the nightlife. It was a fascinating ancient city by day, and a bustling hub of energy and passion by night, if you knew where to look. Liam Lovell was there on holiday for a week in the middle of July with his friends from school, celebrating the end of their time at St. Catherine’s Academy. He was free of it all, the bullies and the secrets that he had had to put up with for so many years now. And now he was in Rome, Italy’s...
It was my daughters birthday and I had met my ex wife and the two girls in a lovely Italian restaurant that someone suggested to her. Neutral ground I had thought, but things hadn’t been too difficult between us and the girls had both enjoyed it. It was late on and the three of them had gone home across town to where then three of them lived. I was sitting in the subdued light of the booth, in the now empty restaurant nursing the end of a cappuccino and brandy, awaiting the arrival of the bill....
It was a cool April evening. In my late teens and just ready to graduatehigh school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my lifeproviding sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having k**s. I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. Ihad this strange fascination about watching men urinate.This fascination became a pure obsession, gravitating to men's rooms inrestaurants, service stations, parks and specially the nearby bowling...
The Italian Nice Guy BlaqJm18201195% of this story is true. So last month I was contemplating on whether I should delete my profile on Plenty of Fish since I haven’t had any hits from anyone in my area. Technically, I'm looking for real love and long term relationship but every now and then Ill get those moments of wanting to release some built up tension. The day I had...
All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though. But if you are squeamish and don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned. This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life. MAIN CHARACTERS Enzo = 41 Cop Marco = 30 Cop Adrian = 18 Gypsy Lazlo = 18...
(Gay, Twinks/Males, Submission/Domination, Fetish, Interracial)All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though.But if you are squeamish and don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned.This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life.MAIN CHARACTERSEnzo = 41...
Introduction: I wrote this for a dear friend of mine, whom Ive known for the better part of 10 years, but have never met face to face. I hope you enjoy it! Italian Fantasy **Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. Youre wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an...
Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...
Spanking**Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You're wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to...
My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You’re wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to catch my breath before continuing on. You look up and finally notice me walking toward you as I step into the...
Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...
Not wanting to linger there toward the end of the meal I excused myself to go to the ladies room in the foyer.I bumped into the Italian waiter who was coming out of the men's bathroom and gave him a big smile aware that his eyes were already upon my breasts. He smiled back with a twinkle in his eye and asked me if there was anything I needed. My eyes were drawn toward the bulge in his trousers that seemed to extend down his leg more than usual. I explained it was my birthday and regretfully my...
I get a text message in the early afternoon: "Italian executive at the Mayflower, drinks this evening?" Sounds promising, I respond immediately. Sometimes I dislike meeting for drinks, especially when meeting a client for the first time. Often, it means they're not quite at ease with what they're doing. It can become like an interview where they awkwardly and feverishly try to ask the right questions in order to reassure themselves that you're the right kind of rentboy. Not someone dangerous,...
Gay MaleOut of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Carlotta Shoreham (who we referred to as Miss), just four of us remained. Julia, Jim and I had all been given the cane by Carlotta since we had accepted her suggestion that we should be spanked if we didn’t do our night-school homework properly. If we hadn't agreed the course would be cancelled. Only Sharon had somehow managed to avoid it so far. Jim & I had just been on the receiving end of a punishment and as...
SpankingHi my name Is Francesca,I’m an italian girl of 26 years old, living in Milan. Since this bet I had never thought to have sex with foreign men,after this I turned my mind. The story is related to June 2009 and it’s about a bet I made with a foreign man about a football match. It was an evening of June when Italy football team played for an international cup against Egypt. I met a tourist from UK in a bar,I was reading sport news when he told to me “come on, Italy will lose tonight, don’t waste...
InterracialLast week, Mrs O. had to go away on a business trip which meant an overnight stay in a hotel. Usually these are incident free but this time she found time to do a bit of teasing and i thought i might share her latest adventure.The story began the morning she was due to leave for home. She was staying in a hotel that was opposite a building that looked as if it was undergoing some major renovations and had been awoken early by the noise coming from the site. When she got up she opened the...
Since joining the sex site Frankie just couldn't get enough sex, she was constantly turned on and her pussy was always screaming out for attention.She had put a call into her landlord earlier in the day because her back door wasn't shutting properly, he had said he would try and get someone to look at it but would ring her back to let her know.At this moment she was laid on her bed legs wide open, fucking herself with her rampant rabbit, she had made no plans for sex today but she needed an...
I get a text message in the early afternoon: ‘Italian executive at the Mayflower, drinks this evening?’ Sounds promising, I respond immediately. Sometimes I dislike meeting for drinks, especially when meeting a client for the first time. Often, it means they’re not quite at ease with what they’re doing. It can become like an interview where they awkwardly and feverishly try to ask the right questions in order to reassure themselves that you’re the right kind of rentboy. Not someone dangerous,...
Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Carlotta Shoreham (who we referred to as Miss), just four of us remained. Julia, Jim and I had all been given the cane by Carlotta since we had accepted her suggestion that we should be spanked if we didn’t do our night-school homework properly. If we hadn’t agreed the course would be cancelled. Only Sharon had somehow managed to avoid it so far. Jim & I had just been on the receiving end of a punishment and as...
We’re on holiday. We decided to take a short break in Italy, and we’re staying on a quiet resort where there’s mountains everywhere you look, the sea is blue and warm. The weather is warm and the breeze is cool. It’s perfect for us.We’ve done a few trips to the local area and we find a restaurant which is hidden in the trees, about 20 mins walk from our chalet. It’s a restaurant for locals. The chairs are wooden and dusty, they creak when you sit on them. The smell of cooking wafts across the...
Italian Lessons 2Erotic. Taboo. FMf. Instruction .The fortnight passed slowly and my nights were filled with fantastical dreams of the beautiful Margeurite and her pretty young charge Christy, who had stood quietly, head down tonguing Margeurites pussy, as I fucked her in the middle of an empty restaurant. The feel of her tightness though eluded me and I woke many times to find my hand rubbing my own cock gently. I tried to resist this in the second week as I hoped I would be invited to further...
Leaving the office late, the last thing i wanted to do was workout at the gym,....but boy i'm glad i did. Parking in the almost vacant parking lot i get out of my car at the same time as another guy. 'Looks like we picked a good time', he says. We both make our way inside and discover the gym empty. I ask the girl working reception if they're still open. She tells us she is about to close for the night but tells us to come in anyway. 'Thats fine guys, i have to stay back tonight anyway. I'm...
GayMy name is Gabriela. No, it’s not, but I’m not telling you my real name. I’m 29 years old. I was 29 last year too. I’m a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends’ wives would call me a whore. My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips. What do they get out of it? What do you think? They get a beautiful woman to go out with, to secretly take on business trips, to make their friends jealous,...
Introduction: Victoria: Let me know what you guys think,) Victoria was in this black strapless dress that barely came down to her mid-thigh, it was hugging every curve of her body.. It seemed to barely cover her tits, this dress was meant to steal attention and it definitely was doing that. Her beautiful auburn hair falling over her shoulders. Wearing black high heels, made her ass pop out of her dress. She mustve seen my jaw dropped because she just smiled and let herself in her ass rubbed up...
Sylvia works in Milan as the Chief Executive of a Fashion House. She always looks smart and sexy as she has to compete with in house young fashion models. Her fashion house specialise in modelling sexy and erotic lingerie. Sylvia is a forty year old working mother of two. She has been divorced for 2 years and still looking for Mr Right. When she has been leaving the office at night she has noticed an older guy standing outside watching her. He looks in his early sixties but dresses very...
My name is Sophie. I'm 15. When I was growing up I was always a little behind my friends when it came to puberty, I was always skinny and never really had any boobs, but I caught up fast and now have 32C breasts and a womans figure although a little less curvy than some might like, but my slender hips and tight arse have always been an advantage to me. I have long mousey hair, which falls almost all the way down my back and pale skin, but not too pale and green eyes, the brightest green...
Julie arrived home from the office tired and cranky from the hot day and long week. What she wanted was a long cool shower and a drink. These hot, humid days had always left her drained and feeling down. Life had become routine for her, work and home, over and over, sometimes meeting a friend or seeing her sister and her family. But routine it was. She wasn’t unhappy, in fact she was a joyful person, but there was something missing, and that was a special love. She wanted to find someone...
I had planned making some building works at home for the weekend, but I assumed that some help would be necessary.As I commented the subject with my sweet wife, Anita said she knew a guy from her office. He was a builder and sometimes had done some repair jobs in their office’s building.Ana said the young man always had fancied her; so she was sure that she could get a good deal…The next day, the builder came home to talk with me about the job.Anita had not told me that this guy from her office...
Well this one was a turn up for the books as I never expected to get a bloke like I met at work today. I was called out to repair an electrical cable that the builder dug through on his mini digger while carrying out some landscaping. I arrived there mid morning pulled up outside and noticed the builders still on site. I met with the builder we exchanged pleasantries, his name was Ed, we looked at the issue and I could not take my eyes off him. He was a big bloke about 6 foot very large build,...
First let me start by pointing out, I'm not the king of guy that cares if his mother/sister get fucked and used by other men, the way i see it, if I'm using other peoples mothers/sisters it would be hypocritical for me to say no to others fucking my mother/sister. To be totally honest with you guys i have fantasised many times at the thought of my mum/sister being fucked and used by guys, usually i fantasise about them being fucked/used by white/black guys. Anyway, let me tell you guys about my...
Sixteen year old Dylan Thomas had always lived in his cramped terrace housein the south Wales valleys. Dylan's dad Peter had decided to get anextension on the back of the house to contain another bedroom and a bigkitchen downstairs. Dylan was very happy as finally he would get his ownbedroom and not share with his pain in the ass12 yr old brother Hywel.Dylan is 16 and six foot two inches with a tight six packed silky smoothbody with floppy blonde hair with blue puppy dog eyes and has his left...
I had just watched my wife kelly have sex with my freind ray it was arranged by us and we enjoyed it very much. Ray was away so we havent had time to arrange it again so my wife suggested calling a builder around while i hid somewhere so i could watch them. The first builder we called was nice but kelly never liked him so we called another one out but the same thing happened. we were about to give up when there was some road works being done outside our house. the guys were all typical rough...
Voyeuranswering my cell phone. "The lounge floor," a woman with a plummy accent insisted, "It's staining the ceiling downstairs it really is not good enough!" "And where is this?" I asked, she told me, it didn't register. "London!" she said. "That was weeks ago!" I explained. "Well it's not good enough, either you rectify it at no cost or I shall sue." "OK, text me the address," I agreed, "I'll see what I can do." "I want rather more than a vague promise,"...
‘Oh yes, I’m nearly there, fuck.’ There I was in my marital bed naked as the day I was born, two pillows under my head and eyes closed, legs apart with my knees up in the air, shoving my vibrator (which was set to max as usual) in and out if my cunt which was about to burst. Hi my name is Jen; I am thirty six, white Caucasian, slim, very slim less than fifty kilos, five foot three tall, red head. I have been married for ten years, no kids. I work part time as a nurse at the local doctor’s...
Wife LoversIt was 1:30pm. There was a heavy knock on the door. I took a peek outside the window and noticed it was one of the builders from down the road, but what would he want? I rushed downstairs and unlocked and opened the door. He was beautiful. He was about 5'10" and must've weighed roughly 250 lbs. He was wearing the same sort of glasses I wore, thick frame on top and rounded lens. His glasses magnified his gorgeous blue eyes which I just couldn't stop staring at. His high-visibility jacket was...
i was always gay curiuos i was watching a body builder lift weights one day he always come to the gym he smiles at me when i was watching him and i was embarassed to make a long story short we met at a club one night and he brought me a drink i was scared to tell him i was attracted to him and he made me feel comfortable i invited him to my place he modeled for me showing me those big muscles he told me i can feel his chest he picked me up like a baby and carried me into the bedroom kissing me...
‘Have you been listening again?’ She asks me. I can’t lie, she can read my mind. She has read every thought that I’ve ever had and she didn’t think much to them. She thought I wouldn’t make much of a novel. ‘Yes. Yes I have.’ ‘Alex, I told you not to listen to the alien radio,’ she says. ‘Yeah, but…’ I would come up with an excuse but there really isn’t much point, she’d know I’m lying. I used to try and trick her with my lies. It was like a game with one winner and it wasn’t me. But that...
She looked so sexy stretched out naked on our bed, her eyes closed, the palm of one hand resting on her pubic mound. Victoria, my wife, hadn't expected me home this early, and I stood fascinated at the bedroom door, watching her bring herself to an afternoon delight. I had never seen her masturbate before that day, although she had never denied that she did. She was so engrossed in her sexual fantasy as she fingered her clit that she hadn't heard me come down the hall, and didn't see me...
CheatingSo it was Saturday morning and I had been texting this dude for about a week, getting to know each other and expressing our sexual desires. This guy was straight and was so curious to find out what its like with a DQueen, I told him that It takes a real Man to bring out Cleopatra. I asked him If he was really sure he wanted to be seduced by a Goddess and taste the sex poison from my tongue. We chatted for a while before he told me that he was involved with someone and their sex life was kinda...
“Listen you little shit. You need to get off your ass and do something.” Sergei Petrokof was not a man known for his patience, and once again, Robert Loftis, Jr. (little Bob) was the object of his ire. Sergei’s anger wasn’t due to Little Bob’s actions. Little Bob was just a surrogate for Jason Bishop, Bob’s brother-in-law; which really wasn’t fair. Since little Bob hated Bishop too. Bishop had jumped the almost two year surveillance leash that the Russians had on him, and Sergei rightly...
HADARIA DAY TWENTY-SEVEN Seanna sat to one side of the room in the palace and watched as Anja practiced calling for the healing pulses within her. She was practicing on the broken pieces of fruit and repairing the cellular damage made by knives and dropping the separate fruits onto the floor. She had a habit of lifting the pieces of fruit off the floor with her Mindvoice talents, frustrating her instructors who were telling her to focus on the healing pulses and try not to use both gifts...
Then the bus stopped at my college and I adjusted myself and the whole thing was over for now.But they were looking at me like it’s just the beginning of my humiliation. My name is Preet and I am a 23-year-old girl from Punjab and I am a fresh college teacher. I look fair and got nice face features with medium figure body.I am not too skinny, not too fat. But I got the nice bumps and humps. I got the job of teaching graduation class in a college, due to my friend rani. The story starts when one...
" Mandy who is next" "Mrs Smith. Ms Pointer" Mandy hands me a manila folder as I walk passed and enter the surgery. "Hello Mrs Smith" I look down at a beautiful woman, her long slender black stocking legs are in the stirrups. Her black dress d****d over the chair. Her black lacy bra garter belt and knickers are of a very high quality with little white flowers. Her black high heels hang from her toes. Her pussy is trimmed. "Hello. I was expecting Dr Long. " she looks disappointed."How can we...
The year is 2483. It's been 500 years since a nuclear war broke out between the United States and Soviet Union. The tragic event was triggered by human error and the Able Archer 83 exercise between the NATO nations. Already on-edge, the Warsaw Pact-locked countries reacted violently on the third day of the exercise when it seemed they were going be to facing an immediate invasion from the Western super powers. Missiles were launched and retaliation was due. The world burned for hundreds of...
FantasyI haven’t wrote any story in 5 years. I wasn’t a great writer back then, please excuse me if I lack in writing skills.Maybe my stories are not that spectacular but they are all true.Since my last story I got married and I have 2 beautiful k**s. In the moment my first c***d was born something changed with me. I was always a very horny guy who wanted to fuck all the nice ladies. Once the k**s came, my priorities changed and I also kept telling myself that I will be faithful to my wife and I will...
She was an aspiring substitute , and a cute one at that. At twenty-six, Rebecca was the youngest and cutest teacher I know. With her brown hair and glossy brown eyes, she was a teacher that you would like to know. Not only did her looks grab you, but the way she tought did as well, as she had a spontaneous way of teaching. She also allowed you to call her by her first name, unlike the other teachers like Mrs. Doe, and Mr. Babaloo, just to name a few. She was known as Rebecca, and I was not...
First Timeby Nightshade [The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains out west. Only Chris is a male. Let the fun continue.] Janet was at breakfast the next morning. She smiled a shy greeting at me and I noticed she sat down very slowly and gently. I grinned back at her and she noticed me watching her sit. She blushed a beautiful shade of pink, then got up her nerve and blew me a kiss across the room. I don’t think any of the...
Abby Rain is a ginger with a very tight and very fuckable body. She is wearing a cute skirt and sporting some beautiful curly read hair while playing video games. Her game is suddenly interrupted because her subscription needs to be renewed. She doesn‘t have the money for it, but her stepdad does. She runs to the counter, grabbing his wallet to make off with it. She is spotted and called back by her stepdad. She races him, but he catches up to her. He says he‘ll pay for her videogames but it...
xmoviesforyouThis is my second story on ISS. I have got a fantastic response from the readers for my first story. Those who are reading me for the first time, I am Karanveer Sharma from Bhopal. I am 36 years old. You can read my first story by clicking on the below-mentioned link. All those lovely women out here, please get in touch with me at You can send a message on hangout using this same email. I am looking for meaningful conversations and not just sex. As I had mentioned in my earlier story, I don’t...
Dilemma? Well, yes. Ask any writer and storytelling is apparently ‘very easy.’ Back in my school days, you learned that to write successfully that all stories had a beginning, a middle and an end. They may have been called by differing names but basically, that was it. So what’s the dilemma? Well, in the case of what I’m going to tell you I have no idea where either this really started or where the end is either likely or going to be. I only know that I’m writing down what happened in the last...
CheatingJackson soaked in the energy of the party, smiling, sitting quietly on a stool by the bar in the dining room. She watched birthday girl Vanessa, surrounded by friends and family, open gifts in her living room. She watched Vanessa beam as her hands tore through gold wrapping paper, then squeal once she revealed a model of a blue British police box. Something from a TV show she loved. Vanessa thanked her boyfriend Jeff sitting beside her on a large, crowded sectional with a long kiss, and her...
part 3 The white Slut Training Academy has some rather interesting and historical background along with the colorful and interesting way it came into being. Mitchaela Desade Van Semen is the philanthropist and benefactor of this all girls collage, and was the one, who's vision made it Possible. Mitch as a young girl was incredibly naive and innocent. This was a result of being raised in an indescribably brutally repressive and cloistered Catholic household by an absolutely...
It was another one of those difficult days. Incomplete figures, missing items, things that weren’t there and a deadline that was. I dragged my butt home at the end of the day feeling I had accomplished little. Halfway home I realized my mouth and lips had been in a frozen position of distaste and irritation for at least a minute. I sighed and looked forward to an evening of nothing when I got home. When I got home someone else was waiting just inside the door. Dan. I couldn’t believe it. Dan...
We were having great sex and I wanted this night to entered in the record books. “Come on Ray, we haven't had sex in months now, show me how much you love me and really fuck me hard,” I said. Then he put a little space between us and began thrusting his cock a little quicker. That really hit the spot as I began moaning louder. “Yes Ray, that's good, jam that cock up into me deep, I mean deep, show me no mercy,” I said. He really began thrusting fast and my pussy already started to get a little...
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