It s For Charity
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She looked vulnerable. A few smears of mud on her ankle and the battered suitcase made her look genuine, despite a hint of being jail bait on legs. I think I can trust myself to resist temptation and anyway I almost always pick up hitch-hikers. It’s a kind of payback. Years ago, when I was a student it was the only way I could get around. Peggy was at a college a hundred miles away, so on my budget, if I wanted to see her, I had to ride with my thumb.I learned some tricks, like I always...
SeductionThe charity event my wife runs started about two months ago. It’s not a normal charity event. My wife, Maggie, and her few friends; there’s about five of them that are real close, occasionally get together for a night out. One night, they all arrived back at our place and Maggie announced, out of the blue I may add, that one of them was going to have sex with me for charity. They had worked it all out; they all put around ten pounds into a pot and they would pull out some straws from a...
MatureAll for Charitybyclinton09©[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE][Son is drafted by his mom to be an item to auction off for charity; he ends up having to service 3 incredibly hot MILF's—then one last one: his mom!] *Let me 'set the table for you'. You won't understand what's going on until you understand the players. If you've seen 'Desperate Housewives' or 'Real Housewives of xxxxx County', then you're up to speed and can...
Black Charity Part OneThe Connecting DoorThe shop was just like any other charity shop, rows of second hand clothes on moveable racks, old books, toys, nick nacks, paintings, photographs, books, CDs, tools, cutlery, plates, musical instruments some vinyl records and cassette tapes although we no longer accepted them. No electrical goods either, but furniture, sporting goods, basically all unwanted junk and all donated to charity.The window frames were sky blue once but the paint was flaking...
Charity. I am married 5 yrs. to my wife who is a fitness fanatic and goes to gym 3 times a week. She has a very nice figure and I am just a tad taller than her. I when she wears high heels we are the same height. I work in admin and can work from home a lot. She came home the other day very excited about a charity event her woman's group was going to hold and that the husbands would be the waitresses and kooks. It was going to be an evening event with a small dance area and guests...
You may have heard of the phrase sweet charity, well in my case it was certainly sweet to me. I have built up a large part of my CD wardrobe through judicious visits to charity shops wherever I may be in the country. In one of my local charity shops there's an assistant called Wendy who I would judge is in her mid fifties but looking well on it. She's always well turned out in neat blouses, always a just above the knee skirt, never bare legs and 3 to 4 inch heels of various kinds. I must admit...
You may have heard of the phrase sweet charity, well in my case it was certainly sweet to me. I have built up a large part of my CD wardrobe through judicious visits to charity shops wherever I may be in the country. In one of my local charity shops there's an assistant called Wendy who I would judge is in her mid fifties but looking well on it. She's always well turned out in neat blouses, always a just above the knee skirt, never bare legs and 3 to 4 inch heels of various kinds. I must admit...
Auction for Charity Submitted by babygirl1204 5/10/2008 This is the first story I have posted on any site. I have enjoyed reading these stories for years, in fact it was reading erotic stories on sites like this that made me realize I am a submissive. A couple of months ago I met a man that I now call Sir Daddy, with his encouragement developing my submissive side is a natural as having a baby. This story was inspired from an email Sir Daddy sent me and I hope you enjoy it, for Sir Daddy...
By Larry Malone In college I was always looking for ways to make some extra money. Fortunately, there was a “Job Board” in the cafeteria with regular postings for the usual help wanted ads like tutors, designated drivers, baby sitters, etc. I checked it on a regular basis and usually found something I could do or wanted to do. One day I saw one for “Adult Party Service Provider.” I had done my fair share of party gigs as bartender, waiter, etc. but this was a new one I didn’t quite know...
Diane 2042 Reverend Diane Dawkins wept while she watched the television news film of the dead and dying of Rawalpindi. If the wretched souls hadn't already died from the intense heat and blast of the nuclear explosions, they would surely do so from radiation poisoning. Perhaps those who were dead were the lucky ones. Cancerous growths and the birth of deformed children were all that most of the survivors had to look forward to. Her usual response to such international crises was to...
Charity WorkI took my girlfriend Erin to a hotel in an inner city area, and we ate breakfast in a restaurant where mostly all black people go......people that don't have much money. We had decided that Erin will do what we call "charity work" and that is that she will have sexual relations with a mature black gentleman who although he has character, has very little money.Although Erin is not provocatively dressed, she attracts attention in the all black restaurant. Her skirt is only slightly...
Christmas is the time for giving and this includes giving to charity. Invariably during the weeks leading up to Christmas, there is a seemingly endless stream of people knocking on my door asking for money… for cancer, for heart disease, for lung disease, for liver disease, for foot fungus… and on and on. Now, I am not an ungenerous man. I have about 15 charities I donate generously to once a year. But I generally send door solicitors away empty-handed. But about 3 weeks before last Christmas I...
Erotickris is my former student whom i know her since age 18. she was my favourite. about 3 years ago, i had the opportunity to work with her in my office when when she was did an internship with me. i mentored her personally and i know i am also her favourite mentor. kris was a young lady who has the fire and idealism in her. she is a highly confident girl who knows what she want. she is an achiever in every sense. kris is now employed as my personal assistant. fresh from university, she is half my...
EroticI was 18 when I fell in love with my best friend. His name was Tony and we’d known each other since we were 5. And I wanted him from the first moment I met him. Yes, at five I knew what sex was, and it took me 13 years to get it. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time I was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale’s house, and my parents...
I slowly massage my body with lotion making sure that my skin is as soft as can be. I massage it into my breasts rubbing them tenderly pinching my nipples and rolling them between my fingers and moaning softly. I feel hot breath on my neck as he comes up behind me. Then his lips press against my skin and his fingers slide down my hips until they hit my pussy lips. One finger strokes my lips in soft circles as the other hand opens my up and then his fingers are pinching my clitoris and making...
Group SexI was 18 when I fell in love with my best friend. His name was Tony and we'd known each other since we were 5. And I wanted him from the first moment I met him. Yes, at five I knew what sex was, and it took me 13 years to get it. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time I was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale's house, and my parents...
Preface In December last year, as I'd just started writing 'Amy, Terry, Tom..." a reader gave me a character outline. I commented it sounded like a real person and he said yes, it was, but that he hoped I could make something of it; I had the permission of everyone involved to use it. I sent the first draught and he approved of it, so I sent it to Jerry for editing. It's perhaps not my usual style, but I hope you like it. It's posted hoping the original 'Charity' (not her real name) can...
"Dragoons," George yelled just before we opened fire. "Don' miss!" We didn't, and in a few minutes we had downed six riders, blown a witless driver from his seat and left an armed guard kicking in the ditch. They were good soldiers but no match for our weapons or marksmanship. We had started with four primed rifles, and after the first volley, George had loaded and I had hit them, one after another as they milled about, stopped by a felled tree on the narrow road. One ran for it, and I...
As recently as the 1950s, carnivals and state fairs had what were called “kissing booths.” They were occupied by young girls who would stand in an open window and lean on the sill. Passerby were charged a fee to kiss the young lady and this earned money for charity.For a price of about thirty cents (close to $3.00 in today’s money), a man or boy could come up to her window and get a kiss from the girl in return. Usually, it was brief, but in those days it was often on the lips. Of course, it...
SpankingIt was a dark and stormy night as Travis dropped me off at the truck stop. True to his word, he used my entire body. After that he had me change into a black mini skirt that barely covered my bikini area, a white crop top, no panties or bra, black stilettos, and a matching coin purse. My target before he'd pick me up and take me home for a few hours was to earn ten dollars - one quarter at a time. That's forty men. This was going to be fun! His goal, and mine, was to not be able to walk by...
CuckoldPersonalia: their origins and development [The following paper, ( amended from a talk given to the Rehome Historical Society, which later appeared in the "Journal of the Rehome Historical Society", issue no. 73), is a brief historical review by Robert Kempe, junior, of The Personalia from their ancient origin to their present interactions with the human race.] Author: Robert Kempe, eldest son of Governor Bob Kempe and his first wife Diane Enloe. Background of the author: My father has...
Many readers expect my stories to be strictly descriptions of fun sex, and usually that is what I write. This story, however, is about a relationship between a man and a woman. Sex is part of it, near the end, but it is only a part, not the entire story. If you want pure sex, I advise you to read the tale by Damppanties or some of my other stories. * ‘Tall,’ Aaron finally decided was the right thing to call himself. He wanted to mention his height and, at five feet, ten inches, he was, after...
Francine Authors note. This story is a continuation of the story called "The Drone" and as such I would encourage you to explore "The Drone" first before continuing with this story. I have written two other stories that I decree, in retrospect need to be trimmed, sanitized, and brought up to a level with which I am happy and comfortable with. Please feel free to read them however as they are, but I will be revisiting these two stories soon and making them better, so consider them...
My name is Beth, and I am a registered nurse working in an ER trauma center in the San Diego area. I was 47 years old at the time of this story, and had been working as a nurse for 25 years. My hospital was just initiating a new community outreach program, and all of the hospital staff members were required to volunteer in the community for at least eight hours per week. My assignment was to work in a homeless shelter a couple of nights per week, and they specifically wanted me to help with...
I’m sitting at my desk, trying to get the sales figures done for my boss. The month end is always a busy time. So when Georgina from Human Resources approaches I keep my head down, hoping she’ll pass me by. No such luck. ‘Hi Danny,’ she says, putting a sheet of paper on the desk, so I don’t get a chance to pretend I’ve not noticed her. ‘I won’t keep you a moment. As you know, I’m doing a 10k sponsored run this weekend, and you usually sponsor me. But I can’t see your name on my sheet, so I...
This is a story about Samantha, a young white woman in her late 20’s, and her fiancé Eric. Samantha has jet black hair that goes roughly half way down her back, blazing green eyes, and a very petite figure (think 32-22-32). Eric is a white man also in his late 20’s and has light brown hair and blue eyes, and is pretty athletic. Samantha also has a twin, Annabella, who looks just like her except Annabella’s eyes are blue. This is their third story, the first one being “Beginnings,” and the...
I’m sitting at my desk, trying to get the sales figures done for my boss. The month end is always a busy time. So when Georgina from Human Resources approaches I keep my head down, hoping she’ll pass me by. No such luck. "Hi Danny," she says, putting a sheet of paper on the desk, so I don’t get a chance to pretend I’ve not noticed her. "I won’t keep you a moment. As you know, I’m doing a 10k sponsored run this weekend, and you usually sponsor me. But I can’t see your name on my sheet, so I was...
Straight SexThrough the stresses and demands of everyday life, I had found myself becoming evermore restless being alone after loosing Frank. It was coming up the five year anniversary since he passed. I had been looking on Cr*!gslist infrequently in search for a possible new partner. Often find men who are married seeking a play toy on the side, or those who want a gurl with a dick to suck, and bend over for. While in the world of alternative love, passion comes in far more than 32 flavors- that's not...
By : Ranikomal Hi my name is Pooja 27 year’s old very fair complexion, 5”2 inch short height and slim body of 32-26-36, my best feature is my hips and my pouty lips, I just got married recently, my hubby works in a bank, he got his promotion immediately after our wedding. Our sex life was great, raj my hubby is a very sexy man and like to fuck me 4-5 times a day since the day we got married, sometime just before going to work he fuck me on our sofa, when he come back for lunch, when we wake up...
My name is Beth, and I'm a registered nurse working in an ER trauma center in the San Diego area. I was forty-seven years old at the time of this story and had been working as a nurse for twenty-five years. My hospital was just initiating a new community outreach program, and all the hospital staff members were required to volunteer in the community for at least eight hours per week.My assignment was to work in a homeless shelter a couple of nights per week, and they specifically wanted me to...
CuckoldSchaffer dreamed that he was warm, no, hot. Growing hotter. Sweat coated his body, he felt as if he were on fire. Was he in hell? Was that what fate had decreed? His mind was muddled, unfocused. He reached out his hand, feeling downy fur and yielding fat. He opened his eyes with a start, this was not a dream. He was awake, out of the snow and out of his suit, too. It was too dark for him to see anything, and all around him, the same soft fur pressed against his naked skin. There was an odd,...
Schaffer dreamed that he was warm, no, hot. Growing hotter. Sweat coated his body, he felt as if he were on fire. Was he in hell? Was that what fate had decreed? His mind was muddled, unfocused. He reached out his hand, feeling downy fur and yielding fat. He opened his eyes with a start, this was not a dream. He was awake, out of the snow and out of his suit, too. It was too dark for him to see anything, and all around him, the same soft fur pressed against his naked skin. There was an odd,...
“You’ll feel better now,” the ragged bum said. “The headaches and shakes should be gone. Best of all, you won’t crave the drugs so much. You’ll still want them, that won’t go away, but the cravings will be manageable.” “Thanks, man. I don’t understand what you did, but my head is clear for the first time in ages.” As the woman stood and wandered away, studying her hands, Leslie approached. “I brought your meal and new intel. Our friends in Florida really want to speak to you.” Eric...
Lindiwe 2066 It was the first time since Lindiwe was a child that she could remember ever being happy. Was this what she'd been looking for since she'd left Lesotho? In fact, so low had her measurement of luxury fallen that just to sleep on a mattress she didn't have to share and to survive without needing to sell her body were enough now to make every day seem worth living. Lindiwe was totally baffled how Reverend Diane Dawkins had managed to keep the Reigate Refugee Centre open...
Tamara 2093 Tamara studied the framed picture on the wall. It showed the image of a slightly tubby middle-aged woman which had been made to resemble a mediaeval Christian saint. She even had a halo around her forehead. "Who's this?" Tamara asked. "It's Saint Diane," said Dahab. "She was the founder of the Reigate centre." "Is she a saint?" wondered Tamara. "The picture doesn't look genuine." "It's a picture that was composed on a computer," Dahab explained. "We call her...
Alex 2025 It was a long train ride from Rickmansworth to Reigate, but for Alex it was worth the effort. In any case, the travel time had been reduced to rather less than an hour since the new railway line from his Docklands office has been opened. He could work late, which for form's sake was increasingly often since he'd been promoted to management, and still arrive at Diane's one bedroom flat before dark. Diane provided probably the best fun Alex had ever had with an internet date....
After a weekend of debauchery at Kelly's favorite gloryhole nightclub, she was looking forward to getting home and taking a bath (and possibly a Plan B for her unprotected pussy). The walk home from Megan's place was a couple miles but it was a warm late summer afternoon and Kelly figured a walk would be nice. After walking about a mile, Kelly realized she had not taken into account how sore her feet were from a weekend in heels. Spotting a nearby park, Kelly ventured over to a bench and sat...
This work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission. Francine the Pioneer By Paul G Jutras Franklin Farmsworth put the TV on and sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. As the space cartoon started, Franklin started putting band-aid on his legs. He cut himself up badly trying to shave them when his parents showed up. "Franklin, not again." His mother shouted as Franklin looked up with a guilty...
He was home early, 24 hours early. The trip ended successfully with a signed contract for over 8 million dollars and he was feeling on top of the world. He didn’t tell Francine he was coming home, he caught the last flight out of LA to Tampa, it was the red eye that would get him home while the sun still warmed the opposite side of the world. The cab let him off about 5 in the morning so he took his shoes off before he opened the door. Silent, on stocking padded feet he eased through the house...
It was a dirty trick to pull, but I didn't see any other way of accomplishing what I wanted. There was a fifty-fifty chance that it would ruin my marriage, but I was at the point that I really didn't care. The truth was simply that if things didn't go the way that I hoped they would I would be getting divorced anyway. The dirty trick? Setting my wife up to get fucked by some one else. I've known Francine for most of my life. We grew up just down the street from each other, attended school...
Recently,I became friends with my big tit co-worker Francine. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me.Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor....
Recently,I became friends with my big tit co-worker Francine. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me.Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor....
One thing about traditional dating sites is that they are not wholly inclusive. Let’s face it, transgendered people face a lot of stigma and stereotype and coming out to date in the public is a bit tricky for them. Many of them live in fear of being victimized and judged and finding a dating site specifically suited for transgender dating is not entirely straightforward. Luckily, I’ve spent lots of ungodly hours looking for the best solution, and like the determined motherfucker I am, I come...
Hookup SitesMega Personals sound like a much bigger version of regular personals, so I wonder if I’ll meet any fat chicks on there. That’s all I’ve been banging on Tinder lately, plus I think I may have caught the coronavirus off that last chick. I’m hoping the Mega in the name refers to their overall caliber of service and available broads, not to their girth or vagina circumference. There’s only one way to find out, right?MegaPersonals.eu may have an EU in the link, but they’ve got personal classified...
Escort SitesEveryone who is looking for a kink partner, whether you are dom or a sub, you have them all neatly listed in a subreddit called r/BDSMpersonals/. This is a platform where all the naughty people of Reddit can post their wants and needs, who they are trying to find, and what turns them on. You can basically do the same, or you can respond to some of the things you see here.I think that this place is rather self-explanatory, but there are some shits that you might be confused by. So, if you want...
Reddit NSFW List“Mister editor, does the colony accept teachers and their family as colonists?” “Most definitely! They are always looking for teachers, particularly for primary schools in villages.” “I thought that might be the case. The fact that my husband is in the military shouldn’t affect that option, should it?” “Madam, we don’t care a damn what a spouse’s former occupation was. If you are a teacher, he comes with you and your children, if any. He can look after the kids while you are at work; that...
Personals…My name is Ian. I am a six foot two, twenty- nine year old white male. I go to the gym every Tuesday and Thursday. I take good care of my body I eat well and have good hygiene. I have dated lots of women. But they all lack something. The sex is fair, we connect but I feel something missing from them. In my latest escapade for that special someone. The woman was everything I’d want. Legs that didn’t quit, ample breasts, shapely figure, athletic, smart, funny and had a seductive look...
Personals...My name is Ian. I am a six foot two, twenty- nine year old white male. I go to the gym every Tuesday and Thursday. I take good care of my body I eat well and have good hygiene. I have dated lots of women. But they all lack something. The sex is fair, we connect but I feel something missing from them. In my latest escapade for that special someone. The woman was everything I'd want. Legs that didn't quit, ample breasts, shapely figure, athletic, smart, funny and had a seductive look...
BDSMWhat started out as a simple dom-sub story is starting to take on a life of its own. Im not sure right now where this is going, but this chapter contains a flashback for Cass, and is also a continuation of the first story. Enjoy and please comment – politely. What has gone before: I found a young girl, 18-year-old Cass, through a personals advertisement looking for someone to be my slave for a year. When we first met, she was hesitant, but agreed to a one-week trial of submitting to me. I...
i have always been attracted to women, but i guess i didn't begin to accept it until i was in my 20's. i had a few lesbian encounters then, but after them, i would feel guilty and never call or talk to them again. this story is going to be about one of those times. i was home for the summer and was bored out of my mind. there was nothing on tv, all of my close friends lived in other states and my mother drove her car to work so, i was stranded. i went to the kitchen thinking maybe i'd have a...
As I get older, I find myself more interested in kinkier stuff, seeking to live out some fantasies. I found out that by posting online ads on a personals site with kinky scenarios, I get many more responses from ladies who are eager to experience something more than what I call the “in and out” encounter. I had made a posting in which I announced that I wanted to restrain a woman, and have my way with her. Apparently, quite a few women have the fantasy of being overpowered because I got a...
As I get older, I find myself more interested in kinkier stuff, seeking to live out some fantasies. I found out that by posting online ads on a personals site with kinky scenarios, I get many more responses from ladies who are eager to experience something more than what I call the “in and out” encounter. I had made a posting in which I announced that I wanted to restrain a woman, and have my way with her. Apparently, quite a few women have the fantasy of being overpowered because I got a...
FetishPERSONAL TRAINERChapter 1Nicole didn’t know what to make of the man in the three-piece suit who had just walked into the diner and sat at the counter. He was certainly not like her usual clientele who drifted in for a coffee during the wee hours of the morning. As she took his order, he regarded her with a cold scrutiny. She felt it unnerving to stand before him as his eyes followed the curves of her body. He asked about the menu, but his attention never returned to the printed page. There...
As I touched up my makeup in the ladies room I thought about what was likely to happen when I went back to the table. No, that wasn't true — I knew what was going to happen — what I wondered about were the likely outcomes from what was going to happen. It wasn't every day that my boss asked me to "take care" of a large group of people and I had to wonder why he thought that I would go along with it. Granted that I was letting him bed me even though I was a married woman, but that didn't...
The dank, gray gloom was lifting as I pulled into the parking lot outside the mist-shrouded warehouse in Edinburgh. The snow was still falling heavily, swirling snowflakes had reduced visibility to a few feet by the time we reached our destination. Even though we had managed to outrun the blizzard, it would be difficult getting back this afternoon. Beside me, Fiona pulled the black trench coat tightly around her breasts and shivered slightly in spite of the warmth from the heater. I had picked...
Straight SexPersonal Assistance By: Cindy Renee' Anderson [email protected] My life with Rick had become mundane, ordinary, if not predictable. It wasn't that Rick wasn't a good catch. In fact from the moment that we first met after being introduced by mutual friends, I found Rick's intelligence and sensitivity a major attraction. Rick was laid back, almost care free, soft spoken with hints of sarcastic political humor. We though alike when...
This story is a mix of fiction and non-fiction, taking place in the mid 50s. It will be presented in parts as i write it. All parties except me are long gone by now and that leaves me free to tell the story at this time. Miss Britt was a late in her late 60s at this time, tall woman, plus size as we call it today, very well built to say the least. She did not look her age and certainly did not act her age as the story will tell. Just getting out of college and entering the job...
Friday at noon i waited as a black sedan pulled up to the curb driven by a middle age lady who rolled the window down and asked if i was waiting for a ride to an interview. I nodded yes and she told me to get in. Her big brown leather bag was on the passenger seat and she told me to hold it as we pulled away from the curb. After a few minutes i asked where we were going and she just ignored me so i asked again. "Its not important where we are going, just relax and enjoy the scenery....