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This is a fantasy story of mine about my boss Naomi. She is a gorgeous girl with sexy eyes, smooth skin, tight bum, and breasts just the right size… If you like it a lot I might post part two… Chapter 1 I work in the hospital as a doctor, most of my time is spent in A&E so work very odd hours and have little time to myself, and when I do it is at really strange hours. But I enjoy my job and the people I work with. Recently my boss retired, and was replaced with a sexy young lady,...
At twenty-nine, Julian would be what you'd call a catch. Six-foot-seven and two hundred ten pounds of tight, lean muscle and model looks. He had been a college basketball star at Stanford, but the one-dimensional, white three-point shooter couldn't make his mark in the pros. What a forgettable three-year NBA career — plus another two seasons in Europe — did for him however, was set him up monetarily.Endurance had always been his athletic strength, and his financial freedom allowed him to...
Wife LoversTory’s mother couldn’t wait to tell Sharon and me about the settlement of Reggie Marlowe’s attack on her son. “Well, there was no way the lawyer wanted any kind of letter like we suggested in my hands. He said Mr. Marlowe would be advised to reject that option. But he did raise the amount of settlement again. It makes it very difficult to decide between what the right thing to do is and the easiest. “I asked him what was to stop Reggie from attacking my son again, and Mr. Stiller said that...
The holiday parties were always fairly informal . Once the guests were pretty well settled in , clothing was optional . Naomi had learned through years of experience that she didn't want to be doing a lot of running back and forth . No sense in making a celebration into another job , she mused . Over the past 2 decades , the logistics were very well refined . The guests lacked for nothing , without having to be waited on . No details were overlooked and provisions were plentiful . Every need...
The holiday parties were always fairly informal . Once the guests were pretty well settled in , clothing was optional . Naomi had learned through years of experience that she didn't want to be doing a lot of running back and forth . No sense in making a celebration into another job , she mused . Over the past 2 decades , the logistics were very well refined . The guests lacked for nothing , without having to be waited on . No details were overlooked and provisions were plentiful . Every need...
I grab Naomi's chin with one of my hands and the small of her back with the other, pulling her toward me hard. I put my mouth against hers almost menacingly. Naomi pulls back. "Teddy, what are you doing?" "This is the only way to get your attention, my love," I say to her, taking her chin harder in my hand and pushing my mouth on hers once more. It is not my normal kiss, but I want to show her I am in charge tonight. I want to show her that I can be rough in my kisses, but still tender. Naomi...
Straight SexYou want your ass fucked, dont you? The womans voice was strong, her question was punctuated by a hard slap on the naked ass of the second woman who was bent over a table. Her pale skin immediately reddened with the blow. Answer me you worthless little whore. She slapped the womans ass a second time. Yes, yes I want my ass fucked. The woman weeped, the sting of the second swat bringing tears to her eyes. Horace, bring me the cream. The woman rubbed the reddened ass cheeks of her captive. She...
It's Thursday afternoon and tonight we've been invited to go out for drinks with our friend, Naomi, for her birthday. With only have a few hours of work to go, I receive a text from my dark haired girlfriend, Simone. "Hey sexy, can you help me, I'm not sure what I should wear tonight?"Something sexy, but remember it's just in a bar." As I'm finishing work I get a text from Naomi. "Still good for tonight Hun? Is Simone definitely coming? If so, can you ask her what she's wearing?" "Yes, we'll be...
LesbianNaomi was walking along a beach at dusk. It was usually a popular beach this time of year, but due to some recent storms and unusual cold weather, tonight was rather quiet. Naomi felt the sand between her toes and enjoyed the feeling. Looking out over the beach Naomi noticed a sapphire blue object a short distance away just under the water. Naomi wondered if it was a shell or something else. She reached down and tried to pick it up. The object was bigger than she thought and a few small tugs...
Mind ControlNaomi and Teddy are older twenty-somethings living in a gated community in suburbia. Their home sits on a lot at the end of a short street. Their neighbors have no idea what goes on behind closed doors. This neighborhood has many things to hide, but today Naomi and Teddy are the story. They plan to use their new special room in their house. It contains all the equipment Naomi likes to play with, when she is especially horny. My name is Teddy and I will be your guide on this trip through an...
Straight Sex“How bad do you want me Paul?” In my drunken state, I couldn’t even process the weight of what Naomi was asking me, and with her husband James right there next to us. She was my friend’s wife, but knew I had a thing for her. Who wouldn’t? She was stunning! Absolutely beautiful with an amazing, fit body and big, firm breasts, a dream girl.Somehow, orchestrated by Naomi, we all ended up nude and in bed together. I think she suspected James of having an affair and maybe this was her getting back...
Part 2 or 3 Standing in the hallway before me is the vision I had been hoping for all night, I should pinch myself but if this is a dream then I don't want to wake up. Simone breaks from kissing Naomi. "Why don't you put some of your music on babe?" I nod at Simone, not taking my eyes off them both for as long as I can as I walk in to the spare room and quick as I can I fire the laptop up, open my play lists and find the most appropriate music I can and hit play. I half run back to the hallway...
LesbianSeries 9, Episode 14: Naomi Townsend (45), from Northampton We’re on a dull council estate. Wide streets and rows of 1970s-built housing. It probably looked great on paper, but in reality it looks windswept and depressing. We pan around to face a larger building, no taller, but much wider – a small community hall/library. This week’s host appears, walking around from behind the hall – ripped jeans and a too-tight t-shirt that highlights her impressive round boobs. She totters toward us on...
During my first term at college, Naomi Kurtz was my fuck-of-the-month. Actually, the fuck of several months. A spoiled, girlie brat in designer labels, Naomi was allergic to studying and hard work. But she had the face and body of a straight A pole dancer, so I wrote papers for her and let her take the credit.Naomi had an idiot BF named Kyle. He called her Princess and she acted like one. His boy band good looks and unlimited cash from Daddy didn't make creepy Kyle any less moronic than he...
College SexNaomi's PartyFictionI'm a very nice looking gal, my name is Jenny. I am usually wearing sport clothes but this time I was at a party invited by my cousin Naomi who had just moved in her apartment after her school years. I wore a nice pink dress and open leather shoes. We were both 22 at this time. Naomi was very cute. I had a crush on her but wasn't able to say it to her. It was unthinkable to me of making love to a woman, so I had dismissed this silly idea and had focused on male companions...
“Nice” was a serious understatement! Her pussy is still far and away the best I’ve ever dipped in. That was immediately evident even though the circumstances of our genitals getting acquainted were not the ones I’d expected. I had been dragged to the kind of party I don’t usually attend by a well-meaning friend. “You need to live a little,” he claimed. I didn’t know anybody so nursed a whiskey on the rocks and watched. My eyes had been drawn to her immediately by the nicest set of mature...
Spending every Friday night in the same booth entertaining the same hairy Russian who just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself was a tedious task that Vixen wasn’t sure she could repeat for very long without breaking a few fingers. Once again Gedeon slid his leathery, calloused hands beneath the table to seek out the laced fabric covering her sex. He repeated this action countless times before she politely grabbed his hand and returned it to the safe region of her lower back that...
You must have read a pornstar's bio at least once in your life. These chicks always proudly point out that there's more to them than cock humping - "I enjoy adult modeling as much as I love dick gorging" is one of those "stop fucking around, rolling your eyes" statements, but twitter.com/vixen proves the claim to be a complete truth. If you are one of those narrow-minded pricks thinking that pornstars are nothing but a bunch of hoes, think again! No model on this planet would have pulled off...
Twitter Porn AccountsVixen’s art teacher was a young man with a beard, a neatly trimmed red beard. He was fresh out of grad school, and this was his first position. He was hoping for tenure and then for a better job at a bigger and more prestigious school. He was not married and lived very frugally. The first time he saw Vixen as she entered his classroom, his genitals quivered. He wanted her. But, of course, he knew the rules; she was off limits. Vixen studied him now and then as she stood at her easel and drew a...
Straight SexThe razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord’s throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life was over. “One less sick fuck like you to torture little girls in his basement,” she...
Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man’s guilty blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier’s curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so...
Vixen had four subjects on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. It was not hard since the slight redhead with the big boobs was wearing her skin-tight jeans and a skimpy t-shirt a couple of sizes too small. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the labs. The English course was about writing a research paper and that, she...
IncestVixen had four subjects at Seasisde U. on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the labs. The English course was involved writing a research paper and that, she feared, meant a lot of work, but the teacher was young and cute. Her world history teacher, she decided, was about a hundred and...
IncestVixen’s elderly World History teacher was Professor Ivan G. Wainmoor who had a Ph.D. from a Midwestern college that no longer existed and was the long-time head of the history department as well as a respected member of the faculty council. He had been at Seaside for more than twenty years and could do almost all of his lectures from memory. He gave the same exams year after year, and any student who did not acquire a copy early on wasn’t really paying attention to campus life. Sometimes...
Vixen’s elderly World History teacher was Professor Ivan G. Wainmoor who had a Ph.D. from a Midwestern college that no longer existed and was the long-time head of the history department as well as a respected member of the faculty council. He had been at Seaside for more than twenty years and could do almost all of his lectures from memory. He gave the same exams year after year, and any student who did not acquire a copy early on wasn’t really paying attention to campus life. Sometimes...
ReluctanceVixen sat in the front row in Mr. Valpor’s English class listening to him discuss Mark Twain and local color. She took notes and between times sucked on her Bic pen, keeping her pouting lips wet and soft, showing him her tongue tip now and then and enjoying the dampness her vagina was generating. She was “in heat” and she knew it. Estrous it was called in the animal world. She noticed that he was wearing a wide wedding band, and it looked like he might have gained some weight since he got...
Vixen sat in the front row in Mr. Valpor’s English class listening to him discuss Mark Twain and local color. She took notes and between times sucked on her Bic pen, keeping her pouting lips wet and soft, showing him her tongue tip now and then and enjoying the dampness her vagina was generating. She was “in heat” and she knew it. Estrous it was called in the animal world. She noticed that he was wearing a wide wedding band, and it looked like he might have gained some weight since he got...
Straight SexThe day before I was going to put my master strategy into motion, I rented a cabin way out in the woods. It was an early Monday morning. I was acting like I was fixing my car when Naomi came around the corner. I could hear her coming. The sound of her hills got closer and closer. She walked past me as I got up. I took out my stun gun and put it on her lower back. She fails back into my arms. I picked her up and put her in my car. I looked around to see if anybody was watching. I walked around...
After Naomi's Party – Masturbation PartiesFictionMy name is Jenny. I like to wear sport clothes and to touch myself in them without panties. I'm cute, blond, 6 feet tall, 150 pounds. Naomi is a splendid brunette, the same size as me but is only 140 pounds. She is as me very sportive looking.I fell in love with my cousin Naomi at her party. She had just moved and held a party to celebrate her newly gained liberty. We were 22 at this time. We kissed in front of the guests and then shut ourselves...
Vixen stepped down from the school bus, extending her long leg clad in skin-tight two hundred and fifty dollar designer jeans, and a slim foot wearing lizard boots that cost twice that much. Her pussy still steamed from the pawing her father had given her that morning, while she ate her breakfast cereal, massaged his cock and watched the climax of his latest porn flick on the kitchen TV. He just loved her tits, for which he had paid a lot of money, and her tight-lipped pussy, which he claimed...
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Top Premium Porn SitesVixen had four subjects on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and on the first day of classes she got to all four on time and before the sessions were over, she made sure each of her teachers knew her name. It was not hard since the slim redhead with the big boobs was wearing her skin-tight jeans and a skimpy t-shirt a couple of sizes too small. The biology lecture had really interested her, and she looked forward to the labs. The English course was about writing a research paper and that, she...
Vixen's art teacher was a young man with a beard, a neatly trimmed red beard. He was fresh out of grad school, and this was his first position. He was hoping for tenure and then for a better job at a bigger and more prestigious school. He was not married and lived very frugally. The first time he saw Vixen as she entered his classroom, his genitals quivered. He wanted her. But, of course, he knew the rules; she was off limits. Vixen studied him now and then as she stood at her easel and drew...
Shortly after school began for her second year at Seaside U., Vixen established an interesting and pleasurable relationship with the college dean. He was a distinguished-looking man in his mid-forties with a shrewish wife and three demanding children. His Friday afternoon assignations with the lovely sophomore became the highlight of his busy week and a way for him to find relief from the pressures of his home and job. For Vixen they were an exciting duty as well as a joy for the dean was a...
Big Bob Hennigan's eyes were drawn to the three or four inches of bare, golden skin that showed between Vixen's loose-fitting top and her low-slung jeans. The girl was obviously in good shape, her body taut and toned, her spine a shadowed trench. He felt a flutter of arousal and ignored it as he watched Vixen sitting on the floor and playing with a bunch of three- and four-year olds including his own stepson. Vixen heard Mrs. Morrison greet the man behind her and then call, "Jason, your...
Vixen found her little green dress right where she had put it, at the bottom of her box of old clothes, still in a plastic bag and still stained. She looked at the label and put it in the sink with some hand soap and let it soak trying not to recall the battering she had taken that summer afternoon when she was sixteen. She had put the little dress away, feeling it had been a mistake, too daring. Now she was older and had a lot more nerve. Mr. Valpor, the English teacher she had taken two...
Vixen stepped down from the school bus, extending her long leg clad in skin-tight two hundred and fifty dollar designer jeans, and a slim foot wearing lizard boots that cost twice that much. Her pussy still steamed from the pawing her father had given her that morning, while she ate her breakfast cereal, massaged his cock and watched the climax of his latest porn flick on the kitchen TV. He just loved her tits, for which he had paid a lot of money, and her tight-lipped pussy, which he claimed...
Vixen cuddled in the dean's arms, sniveling and purring. He had pleasured her deeply with his tongue and then anointed her savaged vulva with soothing ointment, paying special attention to her bruised veneris mons and enlarged labia. Vixen wriggled and spread herself open for him as he made tutting sounds with his tongue. "Who did this to you?" asked the dean, severely disappointed that his usual Friday sex partner was in no condition for their games. His cock was rock hard and well down...
Taylor Wilkins sighed with pleasure as he released again into Vixen's pulsing pussy and squeezed hard on her left breast as he did so, his right hand rubbing at her belly. "Damn it, girl," he gasped as his balls emptied, "don't you ever get tired?" She was still humping and gasping, undulating in his grasp, her vulva aflame. "Um," groaned Vixen as she wiggled her shapely ass back into the man's hairy groin. "More, more." "You listening," Wilkins asked as he rolled to his back,...
Vixen sat in the front row in Mr. Valpor's second semester English class listening to him discuss Mark Twain and local color. She took notes and between times sucked on her Bic pen, keeping her pouting lips wet and soft, showing him her tongue tip now and then and enjoying the dampness her vagina was generating. She was "in heat" and she knew it. Estrous it was called in the animal world. She noticed that he was wearing a wide wedding band, and it looked like he might have gained some...
After a year of pornographic movie-making at her father’s upstate New York studio, Vixen had a fat bank account, a used convertible, bruised thighs, stretched nipples and a sore anus and flabby vagina. She was disappointed. She had thought making porn movies would be exciting,. It was not. She had dreamed that some Hollywood agent would see her work and offer her a test. None did. She had met some interesting women and a lot of sad dolts, mostly male. The work had become a bore. She decided to...
Straight SexThat summer Vixen took a job as a driver for one of Taylor Wilkins' wealthy friends. She was outfitted in a very mannish uniform complete with military-style cap and high boots, and when she was properly dressed in her small room above the four-car garage, she reported to the library for her instructions, feeling a bit ill at ease. A portly man and his stylish wife were waiting for her. "You look very nice," the woman said, arching a manicured eyebrow. "I'm glad the boots fit." Vixen...
If you had asked him, Jim Morris would have admitted he was eager, eager to get this camp set up, eager to wolf down some food and then eager to get into the young student he had brought to the beach with him. Vixen was reasonably well aware of the last item on his list. She could smell lust and was seldom wrong. They had talked of school and sports on the way down the Jersey Turnpike and had been surprisingly relaxed with each other despite the fact that he was a teacher and she was one of...
Early in the second semester of her second year of college, when she had fully recovered from her injuries, at least physically, Vixen decided to get out more and meet some new people. On this sunny March afternoon she was sitting behind home plate and watching the school's softball team practice and enjoying the day. Three members of the volleyball team she had been part of were trying out for the squad, females she knew and liked. The white-haired coach left the batting practice and came to...
The busy sound of phones ringing and papers shuffling filled the precinct as a lulling background noise that every officer and detective had grown accustomed to. Despite the drug addict that had to be dragged through the office to his awaited cell in handcuffs and eventually shown the effects of a stun gun, today seemed lazily uneventful. Dane sat at his desk in the center of the sluggish haze, tapping a pen to his lower lip with his feet resting next to his sleek desktop computer...
Jim Morris was married. He had been married more than a month. Vixen knew that. She had even seen his new wife a time or two, a wispy girl with long legs and light hair, who, she was told, was in law school at Camden. To Vixen that meant that her art teacher might be available now and then during the week, so she hopped up on the edge of his desk and smiled. "How about we take another little trip down to Cape May? Weather looks pretty good." Jim stared at her and swallowed. He could not...
Vixen leaned back in the comfortable, first-class seat on the Icelandic 777, and tried to relax. She had only been away from home a little over a month, and her life was changing again. Her brief career as the star of a X-rated, full-length film had been short but interesting and now she was returning to her real world of men's lust and college courses. She sighed and looked out at cloud tops. "Ah well," she thought as she wrapped herself in a light blanket, "at least I'm rich." She...
Dave stroked Vixen's smooth back, his highly pleased ram still a half-foot or so in her throbbing vagina and his left hand filled with her full breast. He could not believe how smooth and silky her warm skin was or how tirelessly she had fucked him for the last hour. The small girl's strength and the depth of her combustible libido constantly amazed him. It had been nearly three months since the troubles in New York City, and now things were getting back to normal in the girl's mind and...
Vixen's elderly World History teacher was Professor Ivan G. Wainmoor who had a Ph.D. from a Midwestern college that no longer existed and was the long-time head of the history department as well as a respected member of the faculty council. A widower, he had been at Seaside for more than twenty years and could do almost all of his lectures from memory. He gave the same exams year after year in his required courses, and any student who did not acquire a copy early on wasn't really paying...
People think being The Porn Dude involves nothing but jerking off to taboo anal movies and explicit voyeurism hentai, but the world of pornography is so much wider-ranging than that. Today, for example, I spent the day shaking my dick at an adult video game about a dark magician trying to corrupt my sister. Normally, I’m fine with any kind of sister corruption that goes on in adult entertainment, but in Vixen Wars, you fight alongside sexy broads who want to hook up, so maybe the trade-off will...
Best Porn GamesVixen stood before her tall mirror with her firm breasts in her hands, lifting them and studying them, her nipples so high she could bend and lick them. "They are just much too big," she decided. When she squeezed them hard, more than half of each boob jutted well out beyond her grip. The implant job had been done when she was fifteen and had about a 32B chest that was enlarged to 36C with heavy silicone bags, illegal at the time, but done for a good price by an unscrupulous surgeon who...
I class this story as romance not because anyone walks off into the sunset holding hands nor because any hearts are broken, but because the feelings the people involved have for each other are meant to be of at least as much significance as any sex there may be. And a note to American readers. 1. Arsenal is a football team (that may be ‘soccer’ to you). ‘Roger’ is a slightly anachronistic term for sex, most frequently used as in ‘I gave him/her a good Rogering’. ‘Fanny’ is the type of bottom...
The fifth day of our reality TV survival program had a few surprises for Celeste, Sam and me, Naomi. The first was the arrival of the producer, Fred, and program psychologist, Julia, at our camp, and the second was Julia's massive orgasm. She must have been without sex for a long time.We had to decide on the fate of our captives. Celeste turned to me."What's the best punishment for Fred?"I smiled. This man had double standards. I had to endure his sexcapades with other women but when I flirted...
OutdoorIt was a Friday night, and just as we were getting ready to go out, my girlfriend got a call from work. One of the things I had learned is that when you are an assistant manager, that means you often have to fill in when somebody else calls in sick. In this case, it was the maitre d’ at the upscale restaurant she works at. So she had to get out of the leather corset that she was putting on and change into her work clothes. And I was so looking forward to going to Charlie’s party. Charlie was...
Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories. This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the names have been changed to protect the involved parties. Thank you, and enjoy. ---------------- The Naomi Chronicles...
LesbianAfter a year of pornographic movie-making at her father's upstate New York studio, Vixen had a fat bank account, a used convertible, bruised thighs, stretched nipples and a sore anus. She was disappointed. She had thought making porn movies would be exciting. It was not. She had dreamed that some Hollywood agent would see her work and offer her a test. None did. She had met some interesting women and a lot of sad dolts, mostly male. The work had become a bore. She decided to go to college...
When her first year of college was over, and having aced her finals and piled up a 3.75 GPS, Vixen treated herself to a couple of weeks at the beach at an empty cottage that belonged to one of her father's friends. Toward the end of that vacation, after ten days of relaxation and no sex, Vixen strolled the narrow beach wearing her favorite tiny bikini and carrying her iPod, scanning the water's edge from behind oversized sunglasses, her tunes turned down low and a dark green baseball hat...
Saffron slipped ever lower into her chair as the stripper twirled around the silver pole on a dias just feet from where she sat with her cousin Charles and his friend Sebastian.Already completely naked the slim blonde girl just gyrated aimlessly around the pole as she waited for the song to finish.Saffron had watched with a sort of detached interest as the girl had inelegantly discarded her costume mis timing her moves so the men had lost interest before her spot ended and were back talking to...