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The next two weeks were a slow descent into hell for me. I didn’t know it at the time, but my life started to unravel the next morning.
I was already awake when my two lovelies slowly returned from the land of slumber. Groggy though they were, I anticipated a renewed level of eroticism equaling that of last night, equaling that of every morning since administering the drug.
Yet, this morning was different. Both politely begged off having sex until…Well…Until well into the day, and our romp, although nice, was far less than I’ve experienced in many a week since that first time with Gloria. It was, to put not too fine a point on it, your garden-variety fuck. Don’t get me wrong, even a mediocre fuck with two beautiful women is better than most things in life, but lately, I’ve come to expect more than the bland. Such is my anticipation now. Such was my initial disappointment.
It was as if the ‘arousal faucet’ had been shut off, as neat as you please. One minute, they’re begging me to fuck them six ways ’til Sunday—pussy, ass, mouth or tits—and the next, nothing but lame promises. Even my mental prodding, so acute and infallible in elevating a woman’s libido over this past week had no effect on them this morning. Obviously, my powers were abating, along with the ladies’ sexual appetites.
I took this in stride. For after thinking about the new situation, I saw their change in attitude as a positive. Fool that I was—though not realizing how big a fool as yet—I assumed the residual effects of the drug had limits. Saints be praised!
Yes, I took it in stride. The drug was starting to wear off. There were limits to its effects on us, and as I looked past my initial disappointment, I began to feel relief that our ‘peculiarities’—what I’ve come to call the strange events of my recent life—were beginning to dampen.
My relief at this new turn of events was short lived, however.
By Monday, it became evident to me that what was occurring wasn’t just the drug wearing off. Something more insidious was taking hold of my life, twisting me about as if I were a ragdoll caught in that familiar whirlwind of chaos.
Yes, Karen’s libido continued to fall, right through the proverbial floor, through the proverbial basement, and planting itself somewhere south of China. No morning ‘twofer.’ No evening ‘twofer.’ No anything for that matter.
Tuesday followed, then Wednesday, both with the same result. On Thursday, I got her to spread her legs long enough so that I could fuck her, but like that morning when everything changed with her and Denise, it was bland.
No, it wasn’t just bland, it was humiliatingly boring. Jesus, talk about your mercy fuck, because that’s what it was. She lay there like a lump, her eyes just staring blankly up at the ceiling. At the time, I sarcastically thought she might check her watch to note how long I was taking. The only thing that would have made it worse is if she were eating a sandwich during the act.
I bit my tongue, though. Saturday, and our ménage with Denise were soon approaching. I figured Karen would perk up then, as having another, willing person with us would give her renewed impetus for sex.
Yeah, right. The best laid plans—as it’s been said—wither and die on the vine.
I knew the minute Denise walked through the door that things had really changed toward the celibate.
Right away, Karen and Denise both asked if we could forego sex for the evening. They were polite about the request as well as a little embarrassed, knowing how disappointed it would make me, but they were also adamant. I tried to push them in my own way, mostly by reminding them how much we all enjoyed the last two times together, but they politely refused saying they would rather we all talk.
Perfect. Let’s just talk. Isn’t that the bastard step-child of, ‘I still want to be friends?’
I even tried coercing them with my mental abilities, but like last Sunday, I could no longer ramp up their arousal with just my thoughts.
Out of curiosity, about forty-five minutes into ‘our’ conversation I asked Denise if she was wearing the chain I gave her. The look of awkwardness she gave told me everything I needed to know.
I had had enough. Livid, but hiding my ire, I poured myself about five fingers of scotch, clipped a cigar, and went out on the porch to lick my wounded pride.
Which is the only thing I was going to lick that night.
An hour later, still pissed and significantly drunk, I went back into the house. Denise had gone, but Karen was still sitting on the couch, waiting for me.
‘Will, she’s really sorry she wasn’t wearing your chain. She felt awful. She said she took it off to take a sauna, and forgot to put it back on.’
‘Are you at least wearing yours?’
‘Of course.’
‘Then let me see.’
She looked at me with a flash of anger that I would dare question her, and yelled, ‘Great, you still don’t trust me!’
Bolting off the couch, she ripped her shirt open. The buttons were still flying through the air as she defiantly pointed at her gold chain with the diamond, still draped loosely around her hips.
‘See? Satisfied?’
It was the start of our first fight since I can’t remember—a real knock-down, drag-out squabble that went on well into the night. It wouldn’t be the last, either. There would be many more to come over the following days and weeks.
********
Things got worse.
It was the following Tuesday when I got a call from Denise asking if she could cancel our next ménage.
I’m not sure why I keep calling it that, except that it reminds me of better days—we were getting as ‘ménage’ as soured marmalade on burned toast.
I asked, not hiding the disappointment in my voice, ‘What gives, Denise?’
She stammered for a moment before answering, ‘I’m sorry Will, but I have an appointment with a hairdresser.’
‘Hairdresser?’
‘I know it sounds weird, but I’ve been trying forever to get in to see this new hairdresser. He’s fabulous, but he’s very exclusive and has a select Clientele. All those artistic types are the same. Anyway, it’s to die for if you can get in to see him.’
‘Can’t you get your hair done on another day?’
‘He had a last minute cancellation. It’s for Saturday night only. I just happened to luck into…’
‘Saturday night. This guy is still working on a Saturday night?’
‘Well…Yes…It’s not so weird if you know how these temperamental, artistic types are.’
‘What about after? I assume it doesn’t take all night to have your hair done.’
She stammered again, ‘Well, I’d rather not…I mean…I don’t want to get my hair all messed up right after spending so much time and money on it. You understand, don’t you?’
Yeah, I did—all the fucking bitches in my life were fucking me over.
Hell, she didn’t even apologize for not wearing the chain I gave her. I would have thought she would have at least done that after going to all the trouble of cancelling on me. I might as well tattoo, ‘Doormat,’ on my forehead, and be done with it.
It got worse.
Over the following days after that first fight on Saturday, Karen completely lost interest in sex. I couldn’t even get that god-awful mercy fuck out of her. She continually made excuses, saying she was too tired and really needed the rest.
Coincidently, whenever she whined about being tired, it would trigger another knock-down, drag-out that would last for many hours.
Funny how she didn’t have the energy to fuck, but she could scream ‘Asshole!’ into my face, all the live long day.
I was getting desperate. I hadn’t fucked in almost a week, and I hadn’t had a good fuck in almost two. You see, one thing I hadn’t mentioned was that although Karen’s libido took to ground like a groundhog seeing its shadow, mine hadn’t. In fact, my libido was ramping up ever higher
with each passing day.
By the start of my second week in hell, I had almost a constant erection. I was jerking off ten to twenty times a day just to keep from slipping into some sort of celibate-induced insanity—and that barely helped.
To top it off, many of the women at work were starting to get flirty with me. It was nothing overt. It was just a sly look here, a compliment there, or a subtle sexual innuendo thrown in my direction from time to time by the various women in the secretarial pool.
In the days before I got married, these would have been clear signs for me to hit them up for a date. After I married Karen, I ignored the complements and the flirting, although I was flattered by the attention. And of course, when I passed that magical age of forty, compliments from much younger woman were few and far between. Now, however, they were being thrown at me fast and furious, and from all quarters.
So what’s the problem, you might ask.
Karen doesn’t want to have sex, but it would be so easy to dip my toe—or something else—into the unfamiliar, yet potentially refreshing waters at work. Believe me I was tempted beyond human endurance to do just that.
My problem with all this—chump that I am—was my honor pact I made with Karen: not to dibble with other women behind her back. I was sure Karen was keeping up her end of the deal, which made me doubly obligated to my word.
Thus, I took the high road and tried to ignore their flirting—and it was all ripping me up. For even the smallest, most innocent nicety about my tie or suit coat seemed like a full-throated, slut scream invitation for me to fuck them silly. Moreover, I knew I could have any one of them in a heartbeat—just for the asking—just for the thinking. You see, even if my mental abilities had no effect of Karen or Denise, my thoughts still seemed to be affecting the women at work, given their newfound, flirtatious natures.
It was literal torment. The kind of torment shipwrecked sailors must endure stranded on the open ocean, dying of thirst, surrounded by so much water, day after dehydrated day, but you can’t drink. I was surrounded by a sea of women ready to cure me of my aroused state, but my honor kept me from drinking deep at that well. It was maddening.
Even Beatrice the crone—as she’s called by many of the executives, but not to her face—was laying down complements and flirting with me, and she never flirts with anyone.
Beatrice wasn’t old, maybe five years my senior, but she dressed old. She always sported a bee-hive hairdo and cats-eye reading glasses, the kind popular with matrons in the 1950’s. She was thin, flat-chested, dour and sour in looks and spirit. Looks and mean-spiritedness aside, she was very protective of ‘her girls,’ as she like to call them, and ran the secretarial pool with an iron will. More importantly, for the company executives anyway, she had considerable pull with Jack Avery.
One time, she found out a junior exec was ‘hitting on’ one of her girls a tad too eagerly and a bit too suggestively, and making the poor thing uncomfortable. The junior exec was gone the next day. Rumor has it Beatrice made one call to Jack, and that was that.
That! Yes, even that was giving me the ‘suggestive’ eye—and, the gods help me, my cock got hard thinking about even her.
However, the worst offender in all this office flirtation was Candice. Over these past two weeks of hell, little by little, she began to break out of her ‘fat’ clothes.
Loose fitting, blousy shirts, buttoned all the way up to the collar and at the cuffs, became tight fitting pull-over sweaters that accentuated her massive breasts. The pull-over sweaters were soon jettisoned with button-down types, and for each new day, another button was left unclasped exposing her ample cleavage.
Her baggy, ill-fitting, gaucho pants were discarded for skirts. At first, they extended down to her ankles, but day by day, their hems creped ever higher until they were barely covering her thighs, and no matter if she wore the skirt long or short, they molded tightly against her pear-shaped ass.
Worse still, it wasn’t enough for her to just bounce around the office in tight sweaters and short skirts, leaving little to the imagination—though imagination was all I had left. No, she had to accentuate her sexual displays by dropping items in front of me with the purpose of bending over to pick them up, thus, giving me a bulls-eye view down her cleavage or square into that candied-apple ass of hers.
It took all my resolve not to stick my cock between those luscious globes—both sets, front or behind.
Worse still, each time I fought off the lust, and my lustful feelings were coming at me hour by painfully sickening hour, that sickening, debilitating nausea would return. Moreover, each time it happened, the feelings of nausea were more intense, and lingered for minutes on end. After a while, I had to sequester myself in my office and out of sight of Candice and the other women, or I would be in a constant state of debilitating sickness, unable to work or even think.
I saw the pattern soon after Candice’s transformation. All of the women I’ve given the elixir to had zero libido, and all of those I hadn’t indulged in were primed.
Even Jackie—yes, I broke down and hit Jackie up—but even she had no desire to fuck.
Jackie, for fuck’s sake?! That stupid bitch would fuck a horse while blowing a goat if there wasn’t a man around, but she begged off Robo-cock quick enough, saying it wouldn’t be fair to Karen.
I let her words roll around in my head, ‘…fair to Karen…,’ and knew then I was totally—yet figuratively—fucked. In the days before the elixir, Jackie would have made it a point of honor to fuck me, just so she could throw it back into Karen’s face. Now, she wanted to be fair!
Oh, fuck me!
It was the cosmic joke of all jokes, and I was its punch line.
********
All that I’ve described so far wasn’t the worst of it, however, for not too long after Karen and Denise’s snubbing of our ménage—where they just wanted to talk—I began seeing apparitions.
I can’t describe it better than that, except that I was being haunted by ghostly shadows.
It wasn’t there all the time. Usually when I was alone in my office at work or when I was reading in the quiet of the evening at home, I’d catch sight of the shadow out of the corner of my eye. It was just a grayish shade having the gross, rough outline of a man standing a few feet to my side—standing at a distance as if watching me.
I’d flinch each time I caught it ‘watching’ me, and each time when I snapped my head around to look at it, it was gone.
I went to an eye doctor after a few days of this, thinking at first, the elixir had affected my vision, somehow. However, she found nothing structurally wrong with me—and yet, the apparition still haunted me.
I got a second opinion, but with the same results. When the second doctor told me nothing was wrong, I became irate, swearing up and down in his office that the incompetent fool must have missed something, and that he should test me again more thoroughly. He didn’t take my advice, but he did recommend I seek psychiatric help while he shoveled me out the door. Dejected, when I got into my car to drive back to work, the apparition was there by my side, mocking me.
Worse than the apparition itself, was the deep, almost debilitating feeling of dread I experienced each time it was in the room with me, as if I was truly in the presence of a conscious being with deep-seated malice for me.
Whenever it paid me a visit, I tried to watch it sometimes out of the corner of my eye. Those moments were the most terrifying for me. As I watched it, stealthily, the apparition would grow larger in my vision, as if it drew closer, looming over me. Then, the malice radiating from the specter would grip me in full force. It froze my heart, an
d fomented such a debilitating fear in me that I was almost compelled to put my hands over my face and shut my eyes to it—just as children shut their eyes to the fictitious goblins that live in their closets.
Whatever it was, ghost, phantom or genie of the elixir bottle, I had convinced myself that this was the force pushing me into hell. Such were my paranoid delusions. Such was my life these past two weeks.
It was as if all this were being done by design, all with the purpose of forcing me to use the elixir once again. That was my thought, anyway. If I were to use the elixir again all these symptoms would pass. The vials I had stashed in my sock drawer continually nagged at me like a splinter in my mind.
However, and for some reason unknown to me, I knew in my heart that what was happening to me was many times better than what would happen if I used the elixir again. I cannot tell how or why I felt this way, but there was something inside me, warning me against approaching danger—warning me to turn on my headlights as I zipped down that metaphorical mountain road.
Moreover, it didn’t just warn me, but at times comforted me, and helped me fight off that malignant shade whenever it appeared. As such, I continued in my resolve—even against the continual sickness and fear—to never again use the elixir.
With that decision, and as each day passed without giving in to temptation, I could feel my resolve strengthening. I was winning the battle against these forces, real or imagined, aligned against me!
Then, it all ended as quickly as it started on the second Thursday in hell—and it ended in the worst way imaginable for me.
********
The office was abuzz.
It always was when quarterly reports were due, and I was well behind getting mine finished and into Jack’s hands before the end of the day. However, this time I relished the frenetic nature of the day, because it was at least keeping my mind off all the other crap that was happening to me. The only fly in my soothing, albeit feverish, ointment, was Candice.
It figures she’d pick today of all days to be more the slutty office manager than ever, by wearing an overly tight, one-piece, lavender, spandex mini-dress. I swear the hookers on Market and Classen dress with greater modesty.
I could tell she was losing weight—hard not to considering the tightness of the dress—and I suppose she wanted to show herself off. She still had a bit of a belly though, but without the sidecars, and when looking at her from behind, her narrowing waist made her ass appear more pear-shaped than usual. However, even with the weight loss, her breasts were still heavy, full and firm, nearly popping out of her sweater whenever she swung around too fast in her chair, or, when using that trick I’ve come to know and hate, bending over to pick up something on the floor between us. That dress suited her build well—in all its full voluptuousness.
Seeing her as she was, it was all I could do to keep my mind on my work, and more importantly, keep my mind from wandering into those lustful areas that, if not acted on, cause me nausea.
It wouldn’t have been too big a problem except that I had to continually get files from the cabinets behind her desk. I considered getting the janitorial service to move the filing cabinets into my office temporarily, and avoid my close encounters with her, but that would take all day. I just didn’t have the time for that drastic a measure, so I bore her teases as best I could.
However, just as I thought would happen, each time I moved behind her to get another client’s file, she would stand up out of her chair, and purposefully narrow the ‘safe’ corridor between her and the cabinets. I couldn’t help but brush up against her each time Candice did this.
She always made it out like it was an innocent, clumsy mistake when we touched, saying things like, ‘Oh, sorry again Mr. Henry, I didn’t see you there. I’m such a dork. I was going to get more coffee. Do you want some?’, or ‘Oh gee, sorry again, but I need to go to the little girl’s room,’ and with each of these pathetic excuses, she would comment on how attractive I looked and that she was still so very appreciative of that raise I gave her.
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There are days - almost every day - when any stress and worry of the day start to wash away the moment I leave work, and the last traces disappear the moment I come through our gate and walk up the green and mossy path and through the front door, and anything that has gone on during the day just doesn't matter because I know I'm home and I'm with you and there is nothing else at all that matters in all the world.But there are also days - not often, just very occasionally - when the day is not...
John is a man with an ordinary job, working from morning till night and his only hobby is collecting antiques. As John was getting out of bed one day, the pointed antique on his nightstand sank into his hand and the blood got on the antique. The blood-smeared antique shone with a faint light and changed some rules all over the world.(Rules added at the end.) When John removed his hand, the blood had been absorbed by the artifact. John looked at the ancient artifact in surprise, and everything...
FantasyWomen are just fucking weird! I don't think there's even one man reading this who disagrees! Whereas our minds operate logically most of the time, their minds are the very embodiment of Brownian Motion: Random, Fickle, their decisions usually making NO sense whatsoever!But I digress.We all remember the Fox Flu in 2031: Every male on the planet caught it, and every male on the planet survived! Of course, the bitch of it all was that it left 94% of us sterile! Sure, we could still get 'em up,...
I’m 28 and have been dating for 11 years now. I’ve had only 1 boyfriend but I wasn’t stupid enough to have only one partner. We both met in college, and in an instant I knew he was someone I’d want to be with. We had amazing chemistry. My name is Pallavi & to know more about me, my bf and another instance of me having fun, read my first story titled The New Office Intern. I don’t have the biggest breasts, so people here hoping I’ll describe myself as a 36-24-36, will be disappointed. I’m not...
Penny Tucker finished hanging the last of the wet laundry on the line and picked up the empty wicker basket on her way back to the house. She paused on the screened back porch, wiping beads of perspiration from her fair face with the back of one slender arm. Almost hopelessly, she glanced at the thermometer which hung from a rusty nail beside the back door. It was 85 in the shade, and climbing. Tired and more than a little fed up with her workday routine, Penny let the wicker basket...
Sujata a Bengali woman, who had married at the tender age of 18 years old had married to Anish aged 29. Just after two years, they gave birth to their son Abhi. Things didn’t go well between them as Sujata’s husband started bringing prostitutes to their house. Sujata made all efforts to bring back normalcy to their marriage but it didn’t work out. So she divorced him the same year their son was born. Sujata then moved to a different town. She completed her studies and got a job in a bank as a...
IncestChapter 15 It was Thursday afternoon again and Eveline was looking forward to her rendezvous with Gerry in a couple of hours time. She had already planned out in her head what she wanted him to do tonight, and was amazed that despite their several months together there was still many scenarios racing around in her head involving him, that awaited completion. She smiled to herself at the thought of tonights plans and hoped that he would enjoy what she wanted to do. If he didn't he could...
**So now it’s old-fashioned as well as corny Thank you to everyone who has been leaving feedback or voting on it — it really is appreciated. ** Copyright2012©totallyatease She only agreed to do it as a favour to her sister — but he more than made up for the inconvenience… * The four of them sat down to their evening meal that night and Izzy sat facing Daniel and next to Richard as usual, and as they ate their first two courses, Richard and Daniel discussed the factory. They were mulling...
There I stood at the end of the bed, my long pole sticking out from my groin, my hot as hell mother now tied up on the bed. It was a large poster type bed, with good things to tie around. Each corner post now had a nylon strap that led down to silk lined cuffs that she tested several times before turning her head and smiling. "Okay... now you have complete control, but please don't hurt me..." "I'm in complete control?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows. "Yeah smartass, be nice to...
I got involved in a road rage incident and almost ended up in jail. Good thing my stepmom is a social worker and vouched for me with the judge. All I would have to do now is sit down for counseling sessions with her and I’m basically off the hook. Stepmom insisted my aggressive nature stems from not knowing how to assert myself, especially with women. She made me refer to her as Dr. Skye and began to undress in front of me. I attempted to touch her bare tits, but she shooed me away and...
xmoviesforyouWe were invited up to the bowling alley to watch Steve's team. We got there during the break between 2nd and third frame.We sat down with the team, whom we had met previously and as Steve, (Peggy's 18 year old fuck buddy) was bowling Robby came to me and asked if I would buy a pitcher and place it along the back table. That way nobody would question it on their table. all his friends were younger than 21 and I figured why not.I got 2 pitchers and placed them along the back wall and poured...
"More cock, please," I said as he stood and turned. Once more I took him into my mouth and took him as deep as I could. I felt him at the back of my throat. I remembered reading how to deep throat and wished I could. I tried to stifle my gag reflex and swallow him, but it didn't work. I coughed and took him out for a second. I put the head back in and lolled the head, until he pulled away. "I want to fuck you, to make love to you, Carree. Let me take your ass for mine, and your,...
Before I had a chance to react, Steve stepped between me and the Speaker. When they locked eyes, I saw the Speaker reach into his coat and pull something free. Steve's hand lashed out, even as his subordinates sprang into action. The Speaker found his arm held tightly by the Director of the Secret Service, as other agents placed themselves in position to defend me. The Speaker removed his hand from his coat and was relieved of a snub-nosed revolver. He stared at me with utter hatred in his...
I had come home earlier than I had planned with business a little slow at the store and plenty of help there. I figured I could use the time to load more stuff to my online store. I have a comfortable office at home and get more done when I'm alone and not being interrupted. Besides, I wasn't in the best of moods because of the argument with my wife Linda last night. Not having sex in over a month helped to start the argument, but knowing my wife as I did, I accused her of not having a similar...
I'd known Cathy Winston for about 23 years; she had been my late wife’s best friend from school but at 43 had never married. Although I'd often looked at and vaguely fancied her in a way, I'd never done anything or made any suggestion. But even before I split with my girlfriend Anna I can remember going to Canazzaro Park with Cathy on a lovely summer’s day, lying on the grass while she remained sitting, looking up at her tits which I started to want in my hands; she looked at me and probably...
Flashback – Ben – At the hospital Tatiana was busy on the phone with the wedding planner (you know how it is when women get to talking on the phone) and I decided if I was going to be Jack and Masha's best man I needed to see if I could stand. I flipped my feet over the side of the bed, planted them both firmly on the floor, pressed down and ... Oh my God!!! Flashback – Mira, Ira, Safia and Naomi – in Israel After our declaration of multiple threats using the word ass, the 'ass'...
*Guys, I’m a fantasy CFNM sex story writer, and I’m looking for inspiration to write more stories. If you have any CFNM ideas or experiences, please share below on comments and maybe I can write about it. Thanks, enjoy!* Dear Readers, I’m Manish Khanna, 27 y/o lawyer from Chandigarh practicing in Delhi. I also used to be a state-level swimmer during school and college, so I keep myself in a pretty good shape. For the past two years, I’ve been trying to bulk up my body and now I feel like I’m in...
Wendy is 28 years old married with a 7 year old boy and 5 year old girl her husband was a big shot in an office till he got himself fired for stealing money the boss was a good friend so no charges were filed but it went on the record, this didn't matter much cause he did not try to find another job so Wendy had to go back to work. The work didn't bother her as much as him not trying at all to help not with money not with the k**s not with the housework nothing. So here she was up at six...
It was impossible, she thought, to feel that way about Jack. She didn't know him, yet she did. She found it hard to believe she could feel this strongly about a man she had known only a day or so, but there it was. As she thought about Jack, she drew circles on the bedspread with her finger. "Since we're gonna go in the morning," Sharon said, looking disappointed, "I guess your promise won't have to be kept, Mother." "What promise was that, darling?" Kathy asked. "You...
Jim was falling, damn you'd think they'd have a meal on this flight, spinning Jim looked at what he thought was the bottom or down. He could hear his sisters and brother screaming for him to save them, try as he might he wasn't getting any closer. Groaning his arms hurt, what the hell had he run into? Jim was a little disorientated he was seeing people he knew but they seemed to be ignoring him and it was really starting to piss him off. Reaching out Jim saw Amber leaning over him or...
Narrator: "Nathan Edward Bledsoe, of the Bowery Bledsoes, a man once, a specter now. One of those myriad modern-day ghosts that haunt the reeking nights of the city in search of a flop, a handout, a glass of forgetfulness. Nate doesn't know it but his search is about to end, because those shiny new shoes are going to carry him right into the capital of the Twilight Zone." A late model Chevy four door car stops in an alley. Two men get out and open the trunk. They wrestle a body of a man out...
If JAV Trailers are what you’re after, what better place to look than a website called JAVTrailers? The internet can be a complicated and confusing place, a sprawling hive of depravity so dense with pornographic content that you often need a professional masturbator like myself to show you where the good stuff is. That’s why I appreciate the simple, to-the-point title these guys chose, which tells you before you even look what you’re in store for. Honestly, I wonder how many folks end up here...
Pornstar DatabasesChapter 7 ‘Delightful, Mandy …’ Prinz said and glanced at his watch. The girl’s voice droned incessantly and Prinz smiled as her c***dlike excitement came to him over the phone. ‘And we were wondering, Doctor … would you like to join us this weekend?’ Prinz felt a rush of excitement, but he suppressed it as he reminded himself that business and pleasure should only be conducted in one’s offices–in private. ‘I … I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible, dear,’ he told her in an apologetic tone....
Statuesque porn MILF Kianna Dior has long hair and massive boobs. Wearing boxing gloves, she slams the heavy bag, and we learn that she likes to challenge herself in all of her physical pursuits. The camera captures sumptuous titty tease. Kianna talks a streak of filth about cocksucking, spit and cum throughout this blowjob scene. She enjoys her favorite post-workout reward, fellatio with face fucking. Kianna practices her deepthroat skills choking on director Jonni Darkko’s dick, with...
xmoviesforyouThis is a follow up from a previous store: http://xhamster.com/user/mooremike/posts/428228.htmlMy wife and I waited patiently for our daughter to come out of the secured area of the airport. Allison had been in Mexico with her friends on spring break. Her mom waited anxiously to hear all the fun things that had happened.I was also anxious but for other reasons. I had found out just how Allison had afforded the trip after I said I would not pay for it. She had done a porn video! It just so...
I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world telling me she loves me, I’ve got the most beautiful Mom who loves me and really loves my cock. I have a sister who loves me in - and out of bed - and her best friend who loves me no matter what or wherever. Now Mary Ellen and I have made best friends with two VERY attractive secretaries who work for Gramps. Both of them want to fuck Dad, Gramps - and me. Being seventeen years old, in the summer of ‘55 - in Southern Mississippi, has to be about...
Earth Lehua, Hawaii August 13, 2019 15:02 HST (21:02 EDT) My sisters were very excited, and I think Omar, Yuki and my mom were as well. They’re just better at hiding it. I found that with my long neck, I was able to get a good look at myself. Where Ilnod was a carmine red like his mother, my scales were varied in color. I wasn’t quite rainbow colored, but it was close. There were small swept back spines running along my back and all the way down my tail where they tapered off into a large,...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My wife left early to take our eleven year old daughter, Mindy, to a soccer game. They took Polly, our seven year old and Suzy, the four year old with them...so I was able to sleep in a little...until about 9:30. I got up, ate a little breakfast and took a shower. I was just finishing drying off when I heard the doorbell ring. I tossed the towel onto the bed...
Copyright© 1/14/2005 Inpired by and written for my special "Daddy" Daddy got home late; the house was dark except for a low light in the kitchen. He made his way down the hall and looked in on his little girl. In the glow of her nightlight he could see her sprawled, naked on the bed. He went into the room and pulled a sheet up over her, ran his hand over her long hair as he bent over and kissed her cheek. She didn't even change her breathing. He'd almost wished she'd woken up, if only to...
Introduction:A lonely mom that becomes obsessed with curiosity and her sonThis one’s a little lengthy. A lot of background, lead-up, and “Explaining”, as most of my 1st chapters seem to be. I feel it’s kind of important to know what the characters are thinking, where they're goming from. For those of you that just want to get right to the sex……Sorry. For those of you that, as I do, think it makes for a better story……Here ya go. −Obsession−Chapter one:My name is Cathy. I’m a 43 year old widowed...
Wednesday December 10, 2014 continued: Kate swallowed nervously as Sandy Thompson parked in front an older-looking dark gray stone building. It was two stories with large tall windows that flanked an archway above stone steps. At the top of the steps were two large wood doors and chiseled into the stone at the top of the archway were the numbers ‘1889.’ Arching gold and red letters painted on one of the tall windows to the left of the entry said, ‘Joseph P. Foss, Attorney at Law.’ Her brain...
At 22, I found myself jobless and decided to do anything that comes my way. One day I saw an Ad in the newspaper. “Wanted: Helper for trucker’s family. Good pay.” I called the phone number in the ad, and a man on the other side told me that he wanted to hire someone for his pregnant wife. Since he has to go on long journeys he needed someone to help out his wife in case of an emergency. The pay had been good, plus lodging and meal. The only negative was that the place was...