Getting Stoned with Mandy
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It has romantic elements as well as sexual situations.
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A Date with Mandy
Jon Leland hurried down the street, checking his watch. Friday night was a busy night in the trendy downtown area, and the closest parking space had been several blocks away. Already 5 minutes past 9 in the evening, he was late to his date. The girl he was meeting, Mandy, had sparked something subtle, but very real within him. Her hold on him was surprising.
As he walked to the bar, Jon smiled widely despite himself. In fact, he had been grinning like a silly teenager all week. Some of the women at his office had picked up his sudden happiness and good-naturedly teased him about it. Despite his rather transparent denials that he hadn’t met someone, he was the subject of much water cooler gossip.
It was awkward to be dating again, and he wasn’t sure if he had a future with this particular girl, but he really hoped so. Mandy was so completely unlike any girl Jon had ever dated, even before his long, broken engagement.
She was not only younger than him, but had several large tattoos (and said she had more he couldn’t see) and a pierced eyebrow. He would have sworn she had had a different hair color each of their dates, but that was probably his imagination.
Physically, she was shorter than most girls. She often wore heels or platform shoes, but confided to him that she was only 5 feet 2 inches without them. The little jiggle when she walked away, the certain look she gave him right before she smiled, the little way she bit her lower lip when she was embarrassed—these images were burned indelibly into Jon’s brain.
But more than anything about her looks, it was her personality. She was passionately into new artists, plays, bands, and clubs. Jon was surprised at how much he enjoyed some of the new music scene and developing artists. Mandy wasn’t surprised he would take to it. She had said Jon had an artistic heart inside that mathematical mind, which is why she agreed to the blind date in the first place. It hadn’t made sense at first, but he understood later.
Mandy was one of the most—he could only describe it as alive—people he had ever met. She had an effortless, easy way with others, was quick to laugh, and had a playful sense of humor. She had a genuine kindness and sincerity that came out whether she was talking to him, a waiter, or strangers on the street. He wished he could see her more often, but she never agreed to meet him, or even talk to him, except once a week on Saturday evening.
Their very first blind date had been brief, a two hour chat over drinks at a far too hip for him bar further uptown. The blind date had been set up by a mutual friend, Catherine, Jon’s boss at a previous job. He had known almost nothing about Mandy before the date.
When he begged for details. Catherine laughed at him, and only said, ‘Jon, I know you and I know her. I think you may well hit it off. Are you questioning my judgment or my taste? You are done feeling sorry for yourself, and are going to be a gentleman and take out my friend for a nice evening out.’
Jon tried to refuse, but no one ever really said no to Catherine van Neumann. So he went, knowing nothing, and a little nervous.
Jon had been surprised at how gorgeous Mandy was when they first met. He thought back, remembering their first date. It had been at once wonderful, confusing, enthralling, and frustrating. So it was with all his meetings with her. Despite the differences in their age, during dinner they always conversed easily.
Mandy had a curious mind, and a quick wit. She was remarkably well read, and Jon suspected she might be far smarter than she believed herself to be.
When they had reached the club, Jon noticed it was quite trendy, not a place he would usually enjoy. He realized that he was probably the oldest person there. However, Mandy made him feel completely at ease and they sat and talked over the noise. He was having a decent enough time, despite his discomfort, but then Mandy heard ‘her favorite song’ play and literally jump out of her seat. Jon never danced, and refused her pleas to join her until the buxom young woman playfully, but forcefully, dragged him onto floor.
Jon felt like an idiot on the dance floor, especially surrounded by younger dancers who were writhing to some tune he had previously heard only in passing. He had never enjoyed discos even as a much younger man. He was too awkward, too self-conscious even in his college days. But he somehow enjoyed himself. Mandy made him feel like the coolest, hottest man in the club.
She danced as if she wanted their bodies to press into one. Her plump apple-shaped ass ground into his groin. As she pressed into him, Mandy couldn’t help but feel him involuntarily harden. She squeezed his hand hard and turned her head to look at him. She smiled at him with lusty approval as she bumped her ass up and down his erect penis with the beat.
Later, after many songs, they went back to their table. Jon leaned over to try to kiss her. Suddenly, Mandy put her hand over her mouth to stop him.
‘John, I really like you,’ she whispered breathily into his ear. ‘I mean a lot. But we can’t have sex or even kiss. It is not that I don’t want to…I just can’t. I can’t explain it. I just can’t.’
Her words cause Jon’s heart both to soar and plummet at the same time.
Mandy saw the confusion on Jon’s face, and continued. ‘Don’t worry, honey, it’s not like I have a boyfriend or something. I haven’t had a boyfriend for a long while. It is just that my situation is kinda…complicated. Please don’t be mad with me. I so like being with you, and you are so cute.’
Later as they sat, she held his hand as she pressed close to him. As they chatted, Jon apologized twice for how poor a dancer he was compared to her. He also mentioned, in his insecurity, how he was too old for her.
Mandy giggled drunkenly, leaned over, and whispered, ‘Jon, don’t you get it? You are the hottest guy in this bar, a man among boys. I got so wet when we were dancing that I’m soaked through my thong. So I decided to take it off in the bathroom.’ Then she discreetly slid the side of her skirt up over her hip to show him, being careful to keep her feminine charms well covered.
Mandy’s phone suddenly rang, and she excused herself to speak privately. After a few minutes she returned, ‘I need to go now. It’s late and I have work tomorrow. I’ve already called taxis for us both.’
Jon noted the pattern was the same as in their many later dates. They’d make a strong connection. She would be incredibly hot and sexual, but she would allow nothing more than a peck on the cheek. And always a phone call that ended with her abruptly going home.
Was she crazy? Or married? What was her deal? It was incredibly frustrating, but he was determined to see where this went.
The blast of a nearby car horn brought Jon back from his memories of their first date. He looked at his watch and redoubled his pace.
Jon did not expect anything different tonight as he entered the small bar to meet the short, perky girl. They’d have a wonderful time, with a warm and soul-changing conversation, with questions he’d ask but she would never answer. An evening sexually charged, yet stiflingly polite, then not even a kiss goodnight.
As he entered the bar, he saw that Mandy was already there. It was a rather quiet place, but upscale. The bar was narrow and intimate, a stylish holdover from the
40’s, with its original aged brass and teak. There was a carpeted area in the middle around the bar itself. It was livelier and more open than the rest, where perhaps two dozen young professionals mingled. Beyond, in a tight, single file row were the small, recessed tables.
Mandy was waiting for him in the front area, standing beside a tall, narrow table. Jon was surprised to see with her a statuesque woman—Catherine, Mandy’s friend and for Jon’s former coworker and friendly acquaintance. The pair was catching a lot of eyes in the bar. Mandy was very pretty, but in cute girl next door way. She had a perky sort of hotness and wide feminine curves.
In contrast Catherine looked like a Greek statue. She was very tall—even taller than Jon when she was wearing her high designer stilettos—with a classical, sharp face, graceful neck, and impossibly toned legs. She had long straight blonde hair, bound into a ponytail reaching to her leather-cover ass. And that ass was probably the nicest Jon had ever personally seen, except perhaps Mandy’s. She had a broad smile with perfect teeth and her lips were shaded a shocking blue. John had never seen her wear anything but designer clothing, projecting her confidence, but also feminine power. Catherine could have easily have been a model or actor, if she had not gone into the business world.
As soon as she noticed Jon, Mandy’s face immediately lit up. She rushed over to meet him with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek.
Mandy held his hand as she led him over. ‘Jon, I need to talk to you about something. You remember Catherine?’
Of course, Jon remembered Catherine von Neumann. No one ever forgot Catherine. She was a former manager in his firm, and they had stayed in touch over the years. Catherine had been the fastest rising executive at his company before getting a better offer from a larger firm. Despite starting junior to him, Catherine had soon leapfrogged him and several other managers at the company. But she was so smart, so energetic and so sincere, that Jon did not resent her.
When they had worked together, Catherine was in her mid twenties, and though a bit of a workaholic, she had a reputation for dating quite a bit. It was rumored in the office she strictly preferred accomplished older men, and that she never stayed in a serious relationship for long. But Jon never paid attention to rumors. He only saw that Catherine never dated anyone, as far as he could tell, nor had any sort of personal photos.
Despite her stunning looks, she somehow kept every business interactions entirely professional. He later did meet someone who had gone out with her, a senior executive at a different company. Over drinks, the other executive, who happened to be in his 50’s, had cryptically said that dating Catherine was the most intense relationship of his life. He emphasized that it was not only incredible sexually, but also emotionally, intellectually and even philosophically. Jon did not know the man well enough to question him further, and the matter had dropped.
Suddenly, Mandy stopped and looked in Jon’s eyes. Her voice was incredibly nervous. ‘Jon, Catherine is more than just my close friend. I actually, well, how to put this…OK, I will just say it. I sort of…belong to her.’
Mandy rushed ahead. ‘I mean, that means lots of thing that I can’t go into, but the big one is I will not make any major decision without consulting her first. And then what she says goes. It is a long story, but my trust in her saved my life in lot of ways. If it’s all right with you, she wants to talk with you, about you know, about umm, about your and my thing, I mean relationship… maybe potential, maybe relationship…’
Jon was speechless, his mind spinning a mile a minute. What did Mandy mean by ‘belonged to’? He pushed down the stab of fear, even betrayal. She had said she was single. And why would Catherine even set them up if that was the case?
Was Mandy gay? It might explain her weird standoffishness. But it seemed impossible that Mandy could deceive him for so long, it was not in her.
Was he being played with, some evil joke of the alien younger generation? Then Jon forced himself just listen, to leave his own head. And he saw Mandy was genuinely afraid but trying to hide it. He had not seen her like this before, and John had to understand what exactly was going on in order to help her.
‘Well here goes nothing.’ Mandy’s voice warbled with uncertainty as they approached Catherine.
Catherine kissed Jon, first on the left cheek then the right. This was her typical greeting. As she looked at them, she smiled an almost bemused smile. After a long pause she motioned towards a private table, marked ‘Reserved party of three.’
Catherine sat, relaxed, one arm over the back of another chair. It was Jon’s date, yet she seemed more at home that either he or Mandy. She waited, looking them over, before she smiled thinly and leaned forward.
‘Mandy,’ Catherine said at last, ‘please move closer and sit at Jon’s side. I want you to reach under the table and hold his penis through his pants. You may massage it, but not too much. You are not to let go of him the entire time he and I are talking, and you are not to speak until I leave. This conversation is between Jon and me, though it is about you. You understand?’
Wait, Jon thought. What she just told her to do—is this some sort of weird prank?
He tried to steady himself, to look as cool as he thought Catherine looked. He noticed that Mandy suddenly and strangely relaxed when Catherine gave her the bizarre order. In fact, a brief flash of joy floated over her face, with a little mischievous smile.
Jon began to panic. Would she really do it? What if people saw? Someone from the firm might be in this bar.
Mandy looked down, but answered clearly and calmly, ‘Yes, Catherine. I understand and will obey.’
Catherine looked Jon directly in the eyes. ‘Jonathan, I need you to answer a few questions about your feelings toward Mandy.’
Thus started very strange, but short conversation. Catherine and he talked for less than ten minutes. Jon only answered Catherine’s questions, she put her finger to his lips when he tried to ask one of his many burning questions. Catherine asked him to explain in his own words how meeting Mandy had made him feel, and his feelings after some of their dates.
Mandy never spoke. However, Mandy’s hand never left Jon’s lap, where she lovingly massaged his now full erection through his pants.
Jon was completely freaked out, but didn’t dare leave. He had do know what would developed next. Was this how the mythical threesome started? Was he that sort of guy now? And at the bottom of it: he had waited so long for Mandy’s sexual touch, and it was happening. Even if they were caught, humiliating as that would be, it would be worth it.
Near the end of their talk, the waiter came over and, after about a minute, noticed what Mandy was doing. She and Mandy made eye contact, and Mandy blushed with extreme embarrassment and dropped her eyes. However she never stopped her slow, deliberate hand job through his clothes. The waiter stammered something.
Catherine turned, her shoulders squared and looked the waiter straight in the eye, holding her gaze. ‘My friends and I are almost finished. We require nothing more. I will take the check, and thank you, your service has been to my standards.’
Catherine was so confident, her tone strong but utterly casual.
The waiter never broke eye contact. ‘Of course, Ma’am. Right away.’ She left.
Catherine made it clear she herself would not be involved sexually with Mandy and him, dashing the threesome fantasy that Jon had already started working out in great detail in his head. Catherine refused to discuss her and Mandy’s relationship, sexually or otherwise, and only said Mandy would tell him in her own time. Jon could see that the tall, sharp-featured blonde cared very much for Mandy, b
ut he was not sure how far it went.
Catherine controlled the conversation and asked him question after question about his feelings towards Mandy—all very personal. Jon tried to change the subject, but had a hard time concentrating as Mandy lovingly kneaded his rock hard erection.
Suddenly, Catherine stared at the couple with complete sincerity and warmth. ‘I am very happy to see you two hitting it off, just so very happy. See Mandy, I told you Jonathan is one of the good ones. And now you probably agree that older men really are sexier. I have to be running, but I did know you two would hit it off. Jonathan, you take good care of her, or I will know, and I will be angry.’
Catherine stood to go, putting on her a stylish and expensive overcoat. Before she left, she paused, then took an object off a jeweled charm bracelet on her wrist and placed it on the table. It was a tiny key, too small even for a briefcase, and seemed to be made of sterling silver. Jon noticed a couple a few other tiny keys in addition to the other charms.
Mandy immediately let out the quietest of moans. Jon glanced to see her biting her lip very hard to keep herself from making any noise, but her eyes broadcast her happiness like a beacon.
‘Oh, I almost forgot,’ Catherine said. ‘Jonathan, I think I will leave this with you. You may use it tonight if you and Mandy wish. Mandy will return it to me in the morning.’
Then Catherine turned and left the bar, never looking back. Only after the door closed did Mandy suddenly begin to talk.
She spoke in rapturous, overlapping bursts, her thoughts tumbling over themselves. ‘Oh, Jon, you said so many wonderful things about me. Just so touching…I wanted so much to say something, but couldn’t. You are so kind and understanding…I…I…’
Then she kissed the older man, deep and passionately, and, without breaking their kiss, she shifted so she was sitting on his lap, straddling him belly-to-belly in his chair, trying to get as close as possible, to merge her mouth and tongue into his. Jon felt her tears wetting his face.
After she finally broke the kiss, she stayed on his lap, tracing the line of his rough jaw with her finger, and wiping the trace of her tears from his cheek.
Mandy looked in Jon’s eyes and said: ‘I’m sorry that I cried. I’m just so happy. I had a rough time, the last few years.’
After a few minutes Jon quietly asked, ‘Mandy, sweetie, one question—and I have a lot more for later—why, uh, why did Catherine leave that silver key? It’s too small to be an apartment key.’
Mandy’s smooth porcelain skin flushed as pink as humanly possible. She looked around, then pulled Jon’s hand under her skirt and guided it between her legs. Jon’s eyes widened at the feel of metallic rings, not panties.
She pulled him close. ‘You know I have piercings, not just my eyelid and ears. My nipples as well. I love the way my nipples look with them. I also have a couple of ring piercings…down there. ‘
She continued, smiling as she saw the look on my face: ‘I know you are ‘Mister Sheltered,’ but it’s no big deal, lots of girls have genital piercings. Well, there’s a little more, I also have this smooth little ball lock to hold the rings closed. I lock it before I go out. Catherine had the only key, before now. It rubs my clit sometimes, which makes me super horny, but it’s worth it in the long run.
‘You see, Jon, I have been in chastity, by my own will, for over a year, but I am ready. Catherine is not my lover, and we don’t have a sexual relationship, not like that. She is my Mistress and has total control over me, but only because I begged her to. I needed a strong hand in my life, someone who didn’t have their own agenda.’
She blushed and paused for a moment, and then as I opened my mouth with the first of a hundred questions, she gently put her finger over my mouth.
‘I can answer your questions, and I’m sure there are many. But for now, take me home and make love to me, Jon Leland.’
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I was sat having a coffee in a cafe I sometimes go to. Not a regular haunt as it was about fifteen miles away from my hometown, but nevertheless I do visit perhaps once or twice a month. Far enough away and more on the tourist trail than normal, it was a good place to go to have a bit of peace and quiet as I seldom, if ever, saw anyone I knew while I visited.Except today.I had been pondering the meaning of life, comfortably on my own, when I became aware of someone in the counter queue...
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Sissy MandyI haven't left the flat in months. But then, why should I need to? MasterJohn provides all I need, as long as I'm obedient and do as I'm told with asmile. And, I do.For instance, I've been told to entertain his friend this afternoon andit's Alex, the big man who does martial art. He's got blue-eyes, blondehair and a pony-tail, a bit like the one I wear sometimes. And, he's gotmuscles, biceps and chest muscles, so he fills his tee-shirts ever-sowell. Oh, he looks good? and, I felt...
“Damn!” The curse was heartfelt. Having just woken up I could see the time was just four minutes past three in the morning. Remembering I had deliberately unset my ‘Do not Disturb’ feature did nothing to help being woken up by the incoming text at such an ungodly hour of the day. Sighing to myself, I leaned over, grabbed my phone and looked to see who had sent me a ‘spam’ text. I cheered up a little to find it was from Mandy. Mandy, the ‘old friend, ‘ had turned out to be a sexy and...
MEDDLING WITH MANDY By ANNE GRAY This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone or promote any activitythat is not entirely consensual! I waited, watching closely as Mandy's chest rose, straining against the multiplerestraints, to inhale air through the hollow nostril tubes. As soon as I judgedher lungs were as full as they were going to get I abruptly hit the computerkey that activated the program and closed the air intake of the gas mask clampedover her face. No air could pass through...
As I said, I was preparing for a US trip for about 5 days before this last encounter with Mandy. Well something happened on the plane coming home which I would like to share as it is sort of related. As is obvious by now, I have been writing about my adventures with Mandy. Well I wrote quite a lot of it during my US trip. So it was an overnight flight back from the US, I was sitting in the window seat of a row of three with a couple next to me. I am not sure of the ages, but I’d guess 40...
Don't Mess With Mandy. By Penny Farthing. My head was aching and my body felt as if I had no strength or coordination. In addition I needed to take a pee pretty urgently. The drinks I'd had last night must have been stronger than I thought or I must have had more than I thought. I rolled my body off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. It was still dark, but I knew where everything was in the holiday apartment we'd...
I pull up to the parking lot and look around licking my dry lips. My heart is pounding fast and I feel a slight tingle in my hands. I am excited and nervous at the same time. I grin to myself and think, "I bet Mandy is more nervous than I am." I get out of my truck and close and lock the door. This hotel is pretty seedy. I wouldn't do to come out and find my stuff stolen. I walk over to the steps looking for the room number she sent me. I pass one or two people and nod at them pleasantly...
I was sat having a coffee in a cafe I sometimes go to. Not a regular haunt as it was about fifteen miles away from my home town, but nevertheless I do visit perhaps once or twice a month. Far enough away and more on the tourist trail than normal, it was a good place to go to have a bit of peace and quiet as I seldom, if ever, saw anyone I knew while I visited. Except today. I had been pondering the meaning of life, comfortably on my own, when I became aware of someone in the counter queue...
I met up with Mandy last Friday in a hotel that she had pre-booked.Normally I would be round her house but her husband had been home. I arranged to meet her around 12pm. Mandy had told her husband that she was going shopping and that she will be back later.We both got into the room and began kissing whilst removing our clothes, I was getting hard just looking at Mandy's naked body. We both continued to kiss whilst I grabbed her ass and began fingering her from behind. I could feel her getting...
i am a school girl,forteen years old, everyone tells me i am cute, i think i am a bit skinny. i want to tell you about a strange thing that happend to me recently. our school appointed a new headmistress, Honey is her name, she is a very strange lady, she is very pretty, even for a woman in her late thirtys i guess. we had the usual welcome to the school assembly, where the deputy head introduced her then she gave a long winded speech about her role in our education, anyway to cut a...
My name is Irma, and I'm a fit blonde women going near 60, and I happens to be a lesbian. In my long life I have been with a couple guys before, but that's it. Anyway, one night, I took my yet fitted red dress, with transparent sleeves, dekoltee and cutouts for visiting a new club, looking for some cute younger ladies, that maybe I'd take home. I saw a lot of worthy candidates. I wasn't a slut or anything like that, but I definitely played the field. I looked around the entire club a few times,...
I would like to relate to you the circumstances which led to Shelley and I becoming friends - good friends. Indeed, lovers. We met shortly after my father was transferred by his company to head a division in a small town in Colorado. It was during my Junior year of high school and it was somewhat upsetting that I had to change schools mid-semester. I have always been a bit of an introvert, so making new friends comes slowly to me. Despite my efforts, I did not seem to be able to build any...
Mike stared ahead of him at the long ribbon of highway that stretched as far as he could see without a town in sight. He had been driving since early morning and it was now 5:50PM in the evening. His was getting tired and he needed a rest. The next town of any size was still forty miles away where he could check in at a hotel, and get some food and a good bed to sleep in. He still had two hundred miles to travel before he would be home and with his wife. He planned to stop and buy her a gift as...
Straight SexMike stared ahead of him at the long ribbon of highway that stretched as far as he could see without a town in sight. He had been driving since early morning and it was now 5:50PM in the evening. His was getting tired and he needed a rest. The next town of any size was still forty miles away where he could check in at a hotel, and get some food and a good bed to sleep in. He still had two hundred miles to travel before he would be home and with his wife. He planned to stop and buy her a gift as...
My wife had one of those home parties, the ones that make women spend all of their money on things that they don’t really need. I decided to stay home and help my wife get ready for it. She had various food and drinks spread out around the kitchen. Soon the guess started to show. I started answering the door, telling them that the party was out on the deck. The first person that showed up was Kate. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. She came in, kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. As she...
One night I decide to go out. Not sure where to go, I end up at a bar. I go inside, take a seat at the bar and order a drink. As I sit drinking my drink, I start thinking about how I am making a mistake going out on my own. I should have just waited until one of my so called friends had time to go out. As I am preparing to leave, a cute chick sits two stools away and smiles one of those bright smiles and asks if I am alone. I shake my head yes, she moves closer and we start to talk. After a...
One night I decide to go out. Not sure where to go, I end up at a bar. I go inside, take a seat at the bar and order a drink. As I sit drinking my drink, I start thinking about how I am making a mistake going out on my own. I should have just waited until one of my so called friends had time to go out. As I am preparing to leave, a cute chick sits two stools away and smiles one of those bright smiles and asks if I am alone. I shake my head yes, she moves closer and we start to talk. After a few...
LesbianOkay. Call me stupid if you want. But I am still alive aint I?Maybe my plans didn’t go exactly according to plan, but it was only a slight oversight. And thanks to Jack, it all ended well.It was the weekend before last, and I set myself a challenge, as I often do. It wasn’t, perhaps, the most sensible of challenges, but, in my mind, once I think of an idea, it burns in my head until I do it.A little about myself I guess would help.I am 36 years old, and an outright masochist. No matter what...
Bob Milton was 55, his life was a mess. He was literally broke. He had had enough. More then anyone could take, he thought as he parked his Ford F150 Pickup Truck in front of the liquor store. He was a recovering alcoholic but tonight he just couldn't take anymore. He just could not think. He could not handle the thrashing he had gotten from his ex-wife about their financial affairs or for forgetting important things. He was three months shy on his alimony. It was just beyond his means for...
After our trip to Mandya where we discovered sex with each other, we did not get too many opportunities to take out relationship forward. Sunitha got the job as a lawyer’s secretary that she had attended the interview for. So this meant that her trips to Hyderabad were reduced to nothing. However, she had kept in touch with me over the phone. She would call me at work so we could talk more freely. She admitted that she thought a lot about me and the sex we had. The next time I saw was almost a...
IncestChapter 1“So what brings you here today?”Daniel looked at the date coach. He wasn’t sure of his height, taller than himself for sure, who stood at a paltry 5’ 4”, even though he was already 23 years old. He’d been made fun of his whole life for his height, but he still had a good bit of muscle, and some fat on him, as he weighed about 150 pounds, with nary a hair on his body. The doctor on the other hand, still looked athletic and muscular through his button down shirt, and didn’t look a day...
(Credit to the beautiful Ava Addams for the cover photo.) I am hanging around the apartment by myself one night when the phone rings. I glance up from the textbook I was reading and over at the phone with some annoyance. It was the landline which meant it was almost certainly for my roommate Craig. It was probably his work calling. Besides telemarketers they were the only ones to really use that number. Despite needing the shifts Craig refused to give them his cell phone number. He had a...
IncestWhen the first of the new films had appeared I watched on my phone while my Tracy was watching something on tv. Apart from the odd occasion, we hadn’t ever really watched porn together, although I knew that Tracy sometimes watched on her own. I didn’t think that she would appreciate it if she knew what I was watching at that moment. The film, as per the others didn’t reveal anything about the identity of the couple, she was bent over the bed with her head down and her ass in the air, with the...
. Mandy and I had finished showering each other after having some fun at pool side, and paying particular attention to each other’s intimate areas. “Would you like to come back to my Caravan for a Drink, and a get to know you chat?” Mandy said with a wink and a smile. “How could I refuse such a sexy woman?” I replied. With that, she took my hand, and we said goodbye to everyone else as we left the pool. As we walked along the gravel pathway Mandy was telling me all about herself, and how she...
Group SexEnzo Ferrari chuckled as he looked in the mirror he held out over the side. He saw what he expected to see, the entire field of racers bunched up behind his cone of ships. He had had this happen before, just not so many at one time. He thought about his current employer, the French Government. They had hired him and his team after the Official French team went down in flames. He never did find out what caused them to crash like they did, all twelve at the same time, and he felt it best not to...
Date Night. My Descent Into Slavery.------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER 1 FRIDAY Tonight was "Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spentthe day in a high state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I hadcreated the "Date Nights" several years ago to merge our divergentsexual desires into a mutually satisfying relationship. My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum:...
DATE NIGHT (femdom classic)A wife turns her husband into a sissy slut who is forced to service other men and women. Tonight was"Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spentthe day in a high state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I hadcreated the "Date Nights" several years ago to merge our divergentsexual desires into a mutually satisfying relationship. My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum bondage,forced oral sex, prolonged sessions, feminization and...
My aunt Sharon has always been a secret crush of mine. She’s my mom’s younger sister by a couple years currently aged 45. She’s blond with a hint of grey, bright blue eyes a pleasant demeanor and just as sweet as can be. Her body, after a daughter, is surprisingly tight, solid B cup. Her husband founded a manufacturing company, and in a short while exploded into wealthy relative to the rest of my extended family’s standards. I’m Ryan and I come from a fairly comfortable middle-class family....
A wife turns her husband into a sissy slut who is forced to service other men and women.Tonight was"Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spentthe day in a high state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I hadcreated the "Date Nights" several years ago to merge our divergentsexual desires into a mutually satisfying relationship.My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum bondage,forced oral sex, prolonged sessions, feminization and rolereversal were exciting fantasies...
"Can I wear this one?" The soft voice below me came from my younger brother, Cameron. He was standing beside me holding one of my stockings in his little hand. Mom and I had just finished dressing and he had watched, as he always did, as we slid our hose up our legs and attached them to the garters. I had stood up to touch up my mascara one more time, before I put on my dress over my slip. It wasn't unusually for Cam to hang around us, as we were a tight knit family and it was just the...