"Be Gentle With Me" Read By Hannah Z

How is one supposed to feel having a girl like Dani sitting across from you? Is there something that
one can say to send the message that you’re ready to move this to the next level? When is the right
time to express yourself?

As Dani spoke, Bob had a difficult time focusing on her words. He was zoned in on her face, her lips.
Her lips looked like they were designed after an anime cartoon, they were so perfect. He was
listening to her, yet, daydreaming of what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against his in a
kiss.

She had precise facial features and he could almost picture her being seen in a classic black and
white movie.
“Bob?”
“Oh, sorry… what did you say?”
Dani smiled. Bob was embarrassed that he’d missed what she'd said.
“Never mind."

After a brief silence, Dani spoke again,“Will you be gentle with me?”
He was startled at first, because he had to check himself to make sure she’d said what he thought
she did. He simply answered “Of course."
She stood, and he stood to meet her. They embraced, immediately kissing. The softness and
contour of her lips were as wonderful as he’d imagined. He enjoyed enclosing each of her lips into
both of his, swimming in between each wet kiss.
He put his hands on her sides, and he felt her take a deep breath during their embrace.

He sat back on the bed and turned off the lamp. To his surprise, she turned it back on. He looked up
at her and saw that she was smiling at him again, while she was unbuttoning her shirt. He saw her
breasts peek out of her bra and had a tough time containing himself. He smiled at her and started to
help her remove her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she leaned down and kissed him again.
He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, which gave Dani a chill up her spine and made her
flinch. She pulled his shirt over his head. He moved his hands over her breasts, and at this moment
she undid her bra and removed it for him. He rapidly moved his hands up to her breasts, until she
whispered, “Gently."

He complied. He softly moved his fingertips over and around her breasts, and kissed each of them at
certain moments. Her nipples were erect and she loved feeling Bob handle her this way. She could
feel warmth coming up from between her legs.

She put her forehead against his, and then knelt to remove his pants. His underwear followed, his
very stiff member popping out at her. They kissed again, and she stood in front of him with her pelvis
in his face. His fingers curled around the band of her undergarments and slid them down to the floor.
He looked at her, and then slowly rested his face against her pelvis.

She put her hands on Bob’s head in order to steer his face between her legs. He felt her vaginal lips move across his nose, then down to his mouth. He moved his hands around to her buttocks and pulled her into his face. She felt
his tongue slowly trickle up and down her vagina, washing over her clitoris.

She took more deep breaths and knelt again, this time to start stroking his penis. She moved her fingers underneath his
balls, then up and down his shaft, occasionally caressing his perineum. He groaned in pleasure as
she did this.
She then climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked at each other and
started kissing again. He wanted to toss her on her back and fuck her… but he remembered her
desire, “Gentle.”

She took a hold of his penis, and lined it up perfectly between the lips of her vagina. He felt her start
to move her hips slowly up and down, which gave him the feeling of having his cock hugged. She got
a little more wet with each sway of her pelvis. She arched backwards, while still rubbing against him.

They were both breathing heavy as she did this. He looked down and saw that she was marrying her
clitoris to the tip of his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable for both of them.
She abruptly stood, turning around to slide her ass down his chest. She took his penis and lined it up
to land perfectly inside her. Bob let out a huge groan of joy. She did too, but her pleasure was from
knowing how much he enjoyed what she was doing. She started to move and up down on him,
fucking him slowly. Sometimes she would lean forward and he would cup her buttocks in his hands to
help her pump away on him.

He moved his hands up her back and onto her shoulders. Then he put his left hand on her chest,
placing it above her right breast. He did this to pull her back towards him so he could move his right
hand over her vagina, which was soaking wet now. He started to rub her clit, and she let out a light
moan. She put her hands through her hair, then onto the back of his head.
“Don’t stop,” she said, and sighed again.

He then surprised her by rolling her backwards onto the bed, still staying inside her. He now had
Dani on her side, fucking her in a fetal position while rubbing her clit. She was moaning in pleasure
and this only excited him more.
He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Do you like this… do you like when I’m fucking you?
I love to fuck you."

She bit her lip as she moved quickly to orgasm. He had his left hand wrapped around her hair, gently
pulling backwards as he was fucking her.
Then she looked back at Bob and said, “I want you to come for me. Come for me, Bob.”
There was something about the way that she said it. Something in the words, or in the cadence…
and he immediately felt like he was going to explode. He grunted, and she told him to wait. She
wanted to come with him.

He was having trouble waiting… he was about to release, and it was going to be a full load.
“Ohhh, Bob…. wait…. wait for me."
He was holding on, waiting as long as he could. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like
an hour. He almost felt like he was going to cry, because he wanted to please her but he couldn’t wait
any longer.

At this moment, she got her wish. She felt shockwaves up and down her body as she had her
orgasm. She screamed as she came and started to wiggle her pelvis with him inside her to finalize
her joy. As she did this, she heard him groan loudly and felt his warm load flow inside of her.
“Ohhh fuck," was all that he could say.

When they were finished, she looked around and he saw her smiling. She had those beautiful lips.
Bob spoke first. “That was excellent. I can barely move”.
Dani replied, “Sometimes I like it gentle; sometimes I like it hard. Tonight was perfect.”
“I can work with that," Bob said. “Now… what was that you were saying before?”
Dani just laughed out loud.

The End!

Hannah Z

Hannah Z "Be Gentle With Me"

"Veronica Gets Her Car Inspected Pt2" Read By Katie Louise

“Okay.”

I opened the car door and got on my knees. The guy stood up and pulled his jeans down to his feet. His cock sprang to attention. He was normal sized which was about six inches long. He had his body up against the side of the car.

I stroked his cock from the base to his head. I wrapped my red, lipstick lips around his cock and gave him a blow job. I rubbed and massaged his smooth balls while I fed his cock into my mouth.

“Jesus. You suck cock so good. Fucking hell.”

I relaxed my mouth and took his cock all the way down my throat. He was loving the way it felt. He held my hair and then started to face fuck my mouth. I was making all kinds of sucking, popping noises while I gave him head. My cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth. My eyes started to water while I continued to suck his cock.

The guy was playing with my breasts. Squeezing them and pinching my nipples. My pussy was on fire and I could feel it getting wet.

“Play with your pussy, while you suck my dick!”

I put my one hand on top of my pussy and played with myself. I rubbed my two fingers all over my pussy lips. I pushed a finger up inside of myself and fingered my cunt hard while I continued to suck on his dick.

“I’ve got to fuck you, lady. Stand up and bend over.”

I then took his cock out of my mouth and bent over my front hood. The guy got behind me and pushed my skirt up over my waist. He spat on his palm and rubbed the spit over my pussy. He then wiped his cock over my pussy and teased me.

“Tell me to fuck you. Tell me you want my dick!”

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your cock!”

“Tell me that you’re a whore and will fuck me so you pass inspection."

“I’m a whore that wants you to fuck me. I'm a slut that needs to pass inspection."

The guy then pushed his cock into my pussy. He did it really hard and I could feel my pussy flower opening around his cock. He then held my hips and pushed his cock in and out of my cunt.

“Fuck, lady you have a really wet cunt. You like this don’t you?”

“I’m a slut that likes to get fucked.”

The guy continued to fuck me deeper and harder. He slapped my ass several times while he fucked me. He was pulling me onto his cock.

“Back up into my cock. Get as much of me inside of yourself.”

I backed up and he pushed his cock further into my cunt. His cock felt amazing in my pussy. I was so turned on and horny that my pussy juices started to drip out of my cunt.

“I’m coming. Fucking hell.”

“Shit, lady! You’re a hot piece of ass. My dick and balls are soaked. I’m going to come too. But I want to come down that sweet throat of yours. Get back on your knees!”

The guy pulled out of my pussy and I got back on my knees in front of him.

He put his cock back down my throat. I wrapped my lips around his cock and he face fucked me hard. It didn’t take long and he pumped his hot come down my throat. I never had a man pump so much cream down my mouth. It was a lot to swallow. I swallowed it all and tried not to gag. Men always like when you swallow it all.

“That was so fucking hot. Now I want you to get on the hood of your car, so I can lick that pussy of yours.”
Veronica Goes to Inspection, a short story by Mysteria27
The guy took his cock out of my mouth. I walked over to the hood of my car and hopped on top of it. I spread my long legs.

The guy pulled me closer to the edge. He knelt down and kissed my center of my pussy. He moved his tongue all over my pussy lips. He lightly chewed them and pushed his tongue up inside of me. He tongue fucked me hard. He was really good at oral sex.

“Oh. That feels so good. Fucking hell.”

“Your pussy is so fucking sweet and so fucking wet.”

I was so fucking turned on and was grinding my pussy up against his face. I was riding his tongue. I squeezed my tits together while he ate my pussy.

“Fuck. I’m going to come.”

The guy put his finger into my pussy and finger fucked me really hard. He was licking my clit faster and faster. I was so turned on and let out a scream and creamed his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and put them in my mouth. I tasted my cream. Then he was slurping and drinking my juices.

"I want you to play with my cock. I want to fuck your ass now. I have a condom. Then I’ll pass your car.”

“Okay.”

I wrapped my hands around his cock and jerked him off. I made him nice and hard and then he threw me the condom wrapper. I ripped the top and rolled the condom onto his prick. I bent down again over the hood. The guy got behind me and spat on his palm and eased his cock into my asshole.

“Fuck. It’s so tight. Please go slow.”

“So slow for you, darling. Finger that pussy!”

I fingered my pussy while he slowly got inside of my asshole. I couldn’t believe I was letting him fuck my ass. I never let my husband fuck me there. Once he got inside, he held my hips and pushed himself in and out of my asshole.

“Shit. Fuck!”

“Darling, you have the best ass. Fucking hell. You’re so tight. I’m going to come.”

He fucked my asshole several more times. It was a very tight feeling. It didn't really feel anything like getting fucked in my vagina. It kind of hurt, but in a good way. I was moaning while I played with my cunt. He then pulled out and removed the condom and threw it on the pavement.

“Open your mouth again! I want to cream your throat.”

I opened my mouth and he shoved his dick back inside of my mouth. He blasted my throat with another load of his come. I’ve never seen somebody come so much. I swallowed it all down.

“That was hot! Thank you lady. Your husband is a lucky guy. If you were my wife, I'd fuck you ten times a day. I'd never let you out of the house."

He then pulled his pants up and took a tool out of his pocket at walked over to my side of the car. He removed my sticker and put a new sticker on.

“You passed, baby!”

I stood up and fixed my camisole top and smoothed down my skirt.

“Thanks so much. I had a blast.”

“Can you drive me back? I need to go back to work.”

“Sure.”

We both got into the car and I drove the guy back to the inspection station. The guy then got out of the car.

“See you next year.”

We both giggled and he walked away. I then turned around and went home. I was a complete slut, but I passed inspection without spending a dime. I'm sure my husband would be disgusted if he knew how I passed inspection. I think I'll leave that part out, when I tell him.

The End.

Katie Louise

Katie Louise "Veronica Gets Her Car Inspected:Pt2"

"The Picnic" read by Ariel Anderssen

As dusk fell and the rosy glow of a beautiful sunset filled the sky, they picked their spot. A huge old oak tree with a wooden picnic bench underneath its heavy boughs. She sat on the table with her feet on the bench seat, her knees slightly apart. He stood directly in front of her, running his hands up the long length of her smooth tanned legs, inching higher with each stroke.

They kissed lightly at first, but as her skirt went higher and his fingers explored further, their kisses got deeper and more fervent. She opened her legs wider as he continued to stroke and tease the insides of her thighs, his knuckles brushing lightly across the outer lips of her damp pussy, causing shivers to run through her.

Stroking his cock through his shorts, she could feel his hardness and wanted to feel his hot flesh in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. Tugging down the waistband she had in her grasp, and she relished the long thick length of him as she slowly began to move her hand up and down, rolling her thumb over the tip on every up stroke.

Groaning into her mouth as she continued to pleasure him, he pushed between her legs, spreading them wider. His fingers were now at her wet pussy, between the slippery satin soft lips and dipping into the depths of her. Her juices were running freely now as his other hand found her breasts and caressed them through the material of her thin summer dress.

Deftly he undid the buttons of the tight bodice, releasing her perfect breasts. Breaking the kiss, he brought down his hungry mouth and greedily sucked on them while fucking her with his fingers. In turn, he sucked on her nipples hard, licking and nipping them whilst she writhed in pleasure, rocking her hips against his hand whilst increasing the speed with which she wanked his now rock hard cock.

Gently he pushed her back and removed her hand from his throbbing cock. She was laying back on the picnic table, skirt bunched up around her waist, legs wide open, with his fingers buried deep inside her. He brought his mouth down from her breasts and trailed his tongue slowly down to her navel, circling it and then dipping his tongue into it.

She watched him impatiently as her hands stroked his head, her hips raising to the onslaught his finger fucking was causing. She wanted his tongue on her clit. She wanted him to suck on it deeply and nip it gently. She craved the peak of her orgasm which was fast approaching. She could feel the roar of pent up lust crashing through her body like a crescendo of waves greedily washing over a diminishing beach.

Knowing she was close, he closed his mouth onto her perfect clit and sucked on it, using his tongue to circle and flick it. He continued his three digit attack in her soaked pussy whilst his other hand stroked her arse cheeks, delving between them to her puckered pink hole. Using her own juices as a lubricant he slowly inserted a finger, delighting in the tightness he found as he added another to stretch her a little bit more.

Heaven didn't describe the knee jerking orgasm he elicited from her. She was bucking against him forcibly, trying to get him deeper into both her holes as his tongue and lips played and teased her clit relentlessly. It literally exploded within her, through her entire body as she now convulsed against his administrations. Volts of delicious pleasure coursed through her, earth shattering lightning bolts forking their way up and down her body.

Her legs were clamped tight to his head as she rode her pleasure waves and her juices flowed into his mouth. He relished in the sweet tasting nectar, lapping it all, the tight walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers, as though they didn't want them to exit ever. As the tremors continued through her, he shifted position and, extracting both hands, he rolled her onto her stomach.

Grasping his rampant cock he guided it to her ready and waiting arse, plunging in balls deep. The tightness enveloped him. He pulled backwards and plunged in again and again, fucking her tight little hole relentlessly.

Bucking against him once more, she raised herself up on her arms, palms flat on the table to give herself more purchase to drive her hips back into him, as yet another orgasm swept through her. His hands grasped her hips tightly as he pummelled into her, ever deeper, with one last thrust and an animalistic bellow he came forcibly. Thick spurts of cum shooting into her.

Slowing his pace butcontinuing to writhe between her trembling legs, he shot several more into her hot slippery depths. He released one of her hips and, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulled her back towards his mouth to kiss and bite the nape of her neck. She was moaning deeply now, her muscles clenched tightly around him, not wanting this moment to end as the aftermath of their frantic outdoor fuck coursed through them.

Slowly he pulled out of her, and helped her turn over so he could rain kisses over her heaving breasts and taut nipples. Breathing heavily, they slumped down on the table together, sticky sweaty limbs entwined, exhausted but satisfied from their first but not last outdoor sexual adventure.

The End!

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Ariel Anderssen

Ariel Anderssen "The Picnic"

"Fuck Me Santa" Read By Cindy

Sophie was at the mall doing her yearly Christmas shop, she had come straight from work in her office skirt and heels and was already regretting the decisions as the burning ache rose from her feet to her legs.

While she was walking through the main section of the mall she noticed Santa's grotto, a little hut with a red door and fake snow hanging from the roof. Sophie thought back to when she was a young girl and laughed to herself about how much she used to love sitting on Santa's knee!

Just then a thought crossed Sophie's mind, would sitting on Santa's knee make her feel as good as it used to? She really needed to get off her feet and why shouldn't she ask Santa for a present surely there was no age limit!

She knocked on the red door and heard a deep voice say "Ho Ho Ho come in"
She opened the door and walked inside to see a man dresses as Santa on a big red chair, the room was dim but filled with presents and a little twinkling tree sat in the corner.

Sophie walked over to him and to her surprise Santa patted his knee for her to sit down, she sat and the man said "Now pretty lady what would you like for Christmas?"
Sophie couldn't explain it but just the sound of his deep voice was reverberating around her pussy and she could feel herself getting excited.

She slowly began to pull her skirt up her leg to show Santa the stockings and suspenders she had decided to wear that day, she could feel his eyes work their way down her body and could feel herself getting flushed, before she could stop the words coming out of her mouth she said "I Want You To Fuck Me Santa"

She felt instantly embarrassed at what she had just said and stood up to leave thinking she had made a fool out of herself but Santa grabbed the back of her skirt and pulled her back down onto his knee. He removed his fake beard and gave her a lustful smile as he uttered the words "With Pleasure!" He began unzipping her skirt and instructed Sophie to stand up and step out of it, he admired her long legs and moved his hand to his crotch to rub his growing cock.

Sophie felt exposed standing there without her skirt on but when Santa instructed her to remove her blouse she obediently unbuttoned it revealing her supple breasts in her lace bra, was she really going to fuck this man that she'd only met a few moments ago, almost in answer to her question the man removed his cock from the red velvety trousers he was wearing and gave her that same lustful smile, Sophie gasped at how big his throbbing member was and could feel her juices begin to pool between her pussy lips.

She dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of his thick shaft licking her lips impatiently, she then began slowly swirling her tongue around his bulging purple bell end tasting the sweet pre-cum that was oozing from the tip of his cock. Once she was done teasing him she took his whole length into her mouth and Santa let out a deep guttural moan, she began moving her mouth up and down his shaft letting her saliva dribble down his cock soaking his bollocks.

The sheer excitement of sucking a strangers dick nearly sent her over the edge, her pussy was so swollen and the feel of her panties rubbing against her clit was sending her into a frenzy. Just as she thought she was about to cum Santa pulled her to her feet and ripped her panties off throwing them to one side, he pulled Sophie onto his lap facing him with her legs straddling the arms of the chair, Sophie could feel the tip of his thick cock throbbing against the dripping wet opening of her slit.

With one swift movement Santa thrust his dick deep inside her making Sophie squeal in pleasure, she had never had a man this big before and she could feel every inch of him filling and stretching her wet vice. He grabbed her hips and began ramming his cock in and out of her furiously, she could feel her pussy stretching more and more to make way for his impressive length. She could hear his breath getting faster and felt his strokes getting harder she knew he was getting ready to cum, the very though of him shooting his load inside her sent her over the edge and she threw her head back as the most intense orgasm ripped through her body.

As she came around his thick member Santa pushed her down as hard as he could and unloaded wave after wave of hot spunk inside her waiting pussy with a load groan. After a few moments of heavy breathing Sophie gathered herself and stood up, she retrieved her ripped knickers from the floor and proceeded to get dressed. She looked at the man who had just fucked her and said "See you again next year Santa!"

The End!

Cindy

Cindy "Fuck Me Santa"

"Trying Something New" Read By Hannah Z

I had been dating Daniel for about three years and I loved him with every ounce of my being, but
nothing was exciting to me anymore. Every time we had sex was the same, and every time it was the
same lousy orgasm. Don't get me wrong, they were better than what I could do to myself, but it left
me to wanting to do more, something different. After spending about a week reading what we could
try, it finally hit me - anal.

It was a Friday night, and I had spent the day preparing myself for it. Freshly shaved, I brought
myself to the edge of an orgasm, but never over, twice. I was buzzing with excitement, nervousness,
and anticipation when he got home. As he walked through the door, I ran over to greet him.

"Woah Kate, what's all this?" he asked, gesturing to the dim lighting, arrangement of candles, and,
most importantly, my outfit (or lack thereof). I had on a red lace bra, with a matching thong, and
nothing else. I didn't usually make it this easy for him.

"I want to try something new for you. I need your cooperation," I told him, and grabbed his hand to
lead him to the living room. I knew he was nervous and that's what I wanted. As I tore off his shirt, I
sat him down and straddled his lap. "I want you in my ass today."

I felt his cock growing and throbbing beneath me, so I circled my hips some. He immediately took
note of how I was trying to tease him and pulled me closer, one hand unclasping my bra. I let him
push me off so he could be on top. My panties got wetter and wetter, and he knew. A single finger
traced the outline of my lips and massaged my swollen clit before giving it a quick spank over my
panties. They were quickly pulled down.

Daniel started kissing down my neck, onto my chest, purposely skipping over my nipples. Oh, how
he knows I love getting them bitten and played with. He went down to my stomach, and finally to the
top of my pubic bone. He blew on my clit for what felt like an eternity, making it throb.

As I began to squirm, he quickly licked over it. His tongue danced over my clit and it felt like I could
cum right then and there. Daniel could tell what it was doing to me - and stopped. I let out a loud
moan of annoyance and pleasure, since I didn't want that to stop. Another quick spank to my entire
pussy reminded me to let him have control.

He removed his pants and boxers, and stepped closer to my face. I eagerly stuck my tongue out and
opened up my mouth to allow him to enter. While I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, I
massaged his balls with my thumb and forefinger. This really gets him going. Quickly pulling out and
stepping away, he said, "I'm going to cum in you. I need to wait." I knew he wanted this just as much
as me.

Adjusting my position to give him room to work, I laid back and relaxed. I handed him a bottle of lube to help. The cold liquid was gently applied to my ass, and I felt even better. He slowly slid one finger in, kissing on my clit a little, and trying to gauge my reaction as he went.

He pushed another finger in, this time quicker. I eagerly opened up to it, and let him finger fuck me.
He eventually got into a rhythm, and nibbled on my clit at the same time. That was enough to send
me over the edge. I told him I would cum if he didn't stop, so he pulled out his fingers as fast as he
could and spread my ass cheeks apart. Daniel stuck his tongue in my hole and wiggled it around
before spitting into it.

I moved my legs further apart to allow him easier access, while he applied more lube into me and on
his cock. Placing himself at the entrance, he looked at me for permission. I quickly nodded, letting him ease himself into me. Taking just the tip hurt so bad, I had him stop for a minute so I could adjust, and he massaged my clit while we waited.

Eventually, I opened up enough for him to slide in. We made small movements at first, until he could
really thrust in and out. It was amazing because he would hit my g-spot with every thrust in. Finally, I
began to scream in pleasure.

"Oh God Daniel, please, I'm going to squirt," I yelled. He went faster, triggering the exact spot I
needed. I squirted all over his stomach, my stomach, and his cock when it came out. "Keep going, I
need it," I gasped, almost out of breath. I wanted his cum deep in me and, from the look on his face, I
knew I was about to get it.

With my asshole clenched to tighten around his cock, he went faster and faster. I felt his cock spasm,
along with a sigh of relief, as his cum filled me. He stayed in me for a good minute, trying to recollect
himself. Finally, he pulled out and bent down to my asshole. I felt his tongue snake into it, and he
licked out his cum. Trying to get the last little bit, he sucked on the outside to clean it all up. I
motioned to his cock so I could lick it all and clean it up.
"So how was that?" I asked him.

"Spontaneous, just how I like it," he said. "Be prepared for me to start some stuff on you now," he
added with a smirk and a slap on my clit.
I was no longer stuck in my boring orgasm rut, and would never be again.

The End.

Hannah Z "Trying Something New"

"Office Anal" Read By Zoe Page

It is a blistering hot Summer afternoon. Of course, the air conditioning stops working at the office.
While the managers should let us leave early, they decide to keep us there these last three hours of
the day. I did not have this situation in mind when I dressed this morning.

Considering my date this evening with Tom, my boyfriend, I chose my pink lace bra and black
crotchless thong as undergarments and a white, button-down blouse and black pencil skirt for my
outfit. My black, six-inch, peep-toe heels spoke to me, and I chose to wear them too.

Every piece of clothing looks amazing on my taut physique. I dance ballet and hip-hop; the hard work
I put into it has given back to me two-fold in how lean and strong my body is. The breasts, on the
other hand, are still too large for a ballet dancer at a size 34C. They are creamy white with perky
nipples. Tom likes them so they can stay. My legs are my best feature. They are long, adding height
to my 5'9" frame. In fact, I do not need to wear heels; I intimidate people enough as it is. I have
shoulder-length blonde, wavy hair and green eyes. I could definitely model if I wanted to be critiqued
every day of my life, but I do not.

Tom and I started dating about five years ago. He is a middle-aged, successful attorney. Tom has
some grey hair, he's 6'3", in good shape, and has a large cock. He could be my dad, literally. We met
on the subway train and hit it off then and there. He said, at the time, he was going through a divorce.
I had no real way of knowing but to trust him. I do wonder if I was the "other woman" for a while. Now,
he is happily divorced, and we live together in his Manhattan apartment. He is marvelous in bed, and
makes me orgasm every time. Except for the fact he is rarely at home, we have a good relationship.

However, there is a new guy at work, and I find myself instinctively attracted to him. I believe his
name is Paul, though we have never been formally introduced. He is in his mid-thirties, like me. He is
naturally tan, has dark brown hair with a five o'clock shadow, has a demure muscular build, the most
perfect smile, brown eyes, and the kindest disposition. The other women in the office fawn over him
daily. I have only interacted with him in the elevator and in passing. Every time I see him, I
immediately feel my pussy get wet. He has a hold on me.
Enough about Paul... this heat. The only way I could think to combat the heat was with ice cubes. I
put some down my bra. Of course, my white blouse is now see-through and showing my erect
nipples. As hot as it is, I do not care.

"Write this e-mail," I tell myself. "Dear Ms. Aus..."Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. It's
my boss, Mark. Mark is probably sixty-five and makes me feel uncomfortable at times. Without
warning, he cups my breasts.
I assertively say, "Excuse me, Mark!"
He just continues to massage them, and tells me, "I just wanted to let you know you're doing a good
job." He then rubs my shoulders and walks off.

Forget work, now I'm in a state of shock. Should I leave or stay? Who do I tell this to?
For some reason, Paul pops into my head. He would be a good confidant and lover. I close my eyes
and think of him pinning me to the wall in the bathroom, thrusting his cock into my pussy. Hmmm, I'm
starting to get wet. I feel naughty and empowered now. My thong give me easy access to my clit, and
I start massaging it. Then, I slowly put one finger in my tight, wet cunt. I go slowly at first but then
quickly speed it up. It's time for two fingers now. Mmm, this feels so amazing. I suck on my fingers,
tasting my sweet pussy juices. Fuck this, I'm going to try to entice Paul for a rendezvous.

I pull my skirt up to make it even shorter and unbutton my blouse so my cleavage shows before
walking over. Like a panther on the prowl, I make slow but thoughtful steps down to his desk. I can
feel his eyes looking me up and down. On a post-it I write, "Meet me in the ladies room" and drop it.
He immediately gets up, no hesitation at all. His erection is obvious.
In the largest stall, we meet for the first time. I don't care about getting to know him know or the fact
that my boss took advantage of me, I just want to fuck Paul. He quickly unbuttons my blouse to reveal
a white lace bra and erect nipples. All that is left below is the skirt, and it slips off. The thongs can
obviously stay on for this.

His strong hands move along my waist and up to my breasts. He pulls my bra down enough to see a
nipple and gently sucks on it. My hand reaches his thick, 10-inch cock. It's getting even more erect as
I massage it. One of his hands reaches my pussy, and he starts to finger fuck me. I moan in ecstasy.
He rips off my bra, and penetrates my cunt with his cock. Oh fuck. Our sweaty bodies make this sex
incredible. He lifts up my leg to push his cock in me deeper.
"Your pussy is tight, baby," he says.

I nod in agreement, but I love how his cock is filling up my pussy. I grind my hips into his thrusts. He
is close to cumming. He orders me to turn around. I place my hands on the wall as he enters my
asshole. He still pays attention to my pussy, rubbing it wildly as he fucks. I can feel him separating my
ass cheeks to get a better look at my shaved hole as he pushes his cock into me. I moan and cry out.
It hurts but feels good at the same time.

"I'm going to cum!" He spurts some cum in my asshole and then enters my pussy again, leaving the
rest there. He will not let me move now. He wants to see it drip out of my holes.

The End.

Zoe Page

Zoe Page "Office Anal"

"Veronica Gets Her Car Inspected Pt1" Read By Katie Louise

I live in New Jersey and every year you need to get your car inspected. Although, they have loosened up the requirements for all vehicles. It used to be, they'd inspect everything in the car and now they only test the emissions. They test the cycles under specific conditions under which the engine is tested during the test.

It’s very stressful, because you don’t know if your vehicle will pass. I needed to get my car inspected and thought I’d dress the part and wear something a bit revealing in case my car didn’t pass. I knew it was the law that if the vehicle failed, there wasn’t much you could do except get your vehicle fixed.

I really didn't have the money to fix it. I wore a mini-skirt and a pink camisole top with black pumps. Of course, I didn't wear panties or a bra. My mission was to pass inspection. Even if I had to have sex, my car was going to pass.

My name is Veronica and I’m thirty-five years old. I'm a wife and a mother and I guess you could call me a MILF. I love sex and will do it in any circumstance. I have brown long hair and brown eyes. I’m 5’7” tall and have a great smile. I weigh one hundred and ten pounds and have large breasts. I was looking to have a good time.

After I got ready, I went outside to my car and got in. I put my favorite CD in and drove out of my driveway. The inspection station is about twenty minutes from where I live. I had all kinds of crazy thoughts going through my mind.

I wondered what would happen. I kind of thought I’d have some naughty fun, even if my car passed inspection. I was feeling rather horny and very sexual when I woke up. My husband had to leave early and couldn't have sex with me. I didn't want to play with my toys. I wanted to get fucked in some capacity.

**

I finally got to the street and pulled into the parking lot. I drove up to a gate and pushed the red button and got a ticket. I proceeded to the garage. There was hardly anybody there. A younger man waved to me to tell me to go to his lane. I drove into the garage and got out all of my information.

“Hello. May I have the ticket please? Also, I’ll need your license, registration, and insurance card?”

“Here you go, sir.”

“Wonderful. Here’s everything, but your registration. I’ll hold onto that. Please step out of the car. You can stand over there.”

I got out of the car very slowly. The guy just looked at me in my outfit and licked his lips. I then walked over to the area where I needed to stand. I definitely had his attention. In fact, I had all the attention of all the men in the garage.

I was wondering how far I was going to have to go. All the attendants were whistling and looking in my direction. I knew I looked really hot and continued to put on a show when I walked. I made sure to make my breasts stick out further and bend over a bit so they could see my ass.

I guess I waited about ten minutes and then the man drove my car up towards me.

“I’m sorry, your vehicle has failed inspection. You have thirty days to make repairs. When you have made them, just pull around back and we’ll re-inspect your vehicle.”

“I don’t have a mechanic, could you recommend somebody? Hopefully, somebody that isn’t too expensive.”

“Actually, here take this card. I have a buddy that could help you out. If you want, I could take a ride with you and show you where he’s located.”

“That would be wonderful. Are you busy now?”

“Let me just tell my boss I need to do something. Pull your car over there and I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

I knew he knew that I was up for a little fun. I took out my lipstick and applied some more and waited for him.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

I pulled out of the driveway and started to drive.

“You’re really hot, lady. I think we could have a little fun. Say, a blow job and a fuck and I’ll pass your car. I have the sticker right here. I see you’re not wearing panties.”

“You’ll pass my car if I blow you and let you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Where would you like to do it?”

“There’s a park a few blocks away. Let’s go there.”

“I know where that is.”

I continued to drive and drove to the park. I pulled in and moved to a section of the park where not too many people were. I turned the car off. The guy leaned in and started to kiss me. We shared a deep and passionate kiss.

“Why don’t you come over on my side and sit down. I want to play with your breasts.”

I got out of my side and went over to his side of the car. He opened the door and I sat on his lap. We continued to kiss. He moved my skirt up to my waist and cupped my buttocks. He then wet his finger and pressed it into my asshole. He took the straps off of my camisole top and moved my shirt down. My breasts were now in his view.

“You’re a really sexy lady. You’re really turning me on. I’m so hard for you. Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Katie Louise "Veronica Gets Her Car Inspected:Pt1"

"Backstage Bang" read by Sarah G

This past weekend presented me with a rare situation, in which my man and I were unable to go to a
swinger’s party. However, there was a band playing in town that I liked a lot, which I really wanted to
go see. My husband also likes these guys and knows how much I love them. I really am into this
group not only because they are good but the bass player, a guy named Marcus, also happens to be
a friend of ours. It also turns out that Marcus is incredibly hot.

Marcus and his band were playing in Providence on Saturday. Because we knew him, I also knew
that we were going to see the performance in style. We were on the guest list, which guaranteed us
backstage access. All week my anticipation was building, to go to the show.

When Thursday arrived and I asked my husband what our weekend plans were, I was totally shocked
when he told me; he had to go to another show in Portsmouth. I was really upset by the change in
plans. I told him, I really wanted to see Marcus and his band instead of this smaller less popular band
that I really didn’t know. I even reminded him that I gave up on going to a swinger’s party so that I
could go see Marcus and his show.

I was really pissed, and I told him I was not having any excuses
about not being able to see them. When my husband saw how upset I was, he agreed I could go to
the show without him. I was happy and was planning on dressing up to impress Marcus and his band
mates.

Saturday finally came, and I was getting dressed in our room. While I was getting dressed, I made a
joke with some hidden innuendos.
“I hope Marcus likes this dress.”
Smiling my husband said, “Oh I'm sure he will.”
With a grin, “Maybe he'll let me suck his cock.”
He laughed and said, “If he will let you suck his cock, make sure you tell him it’s a gift from me.”
I laughed and said, “Okay I will.”
“Besides,” he said, “he won't have much time after the show to hang out, nor will he more than likely
let you do it anyway.”

Smiling and chuckling inside I nodded and said, “We will see.”
I arrived early before the show. My pass was upfront under the “will call” set of tickets. I was
impressed with being able to walk right into the venue. Looking around, I found my way instantly to
the backstage area and began my schmoozing. I felt everybody’s eyes all over my body. I was
wearing a one piece low-cut dress and heels that blew away anything else that the “fans” were
wearing. I was sexy and I knew it.

Then I saw Marcus, as usual surrounded by his fans. There were men with their wives as well as a
couple of little hippy wannabe chicks. I walked up to him, and he moved past the crowd and gave me
a big hug and kiss.

I thought to myself, “Wow this guy is so sexy. I can't wait to suck his cock.”
I had to explain to him why my man couldn't be there, however he already knew. We chatted with the
group for a bit. I knew some of them, but I really didn't care. I wanted some alone time with Marcus.
About twenty minutes later, the opening act went on stage and most of the people backstage
disappeared. I asked Marcus if he wanted to go somewhere and smoke something with me.
Grinning, he said, “Yes.”

I produced a pre-rolled joint telling him it was a gift from my husband. Grabbing my hand, we snuck
off to go smoke my husband’s gift. Marcus ushered me to the tour bus and made sure nobody else
was on board. When we got on board he closed the door behind us.
Marcus said how great I looked. Without missing a beat I thanked him and asked, “When are you
going to let me suck your cock?”

He laughed and said, “I wish but I am sure your significant-other would be mad at both of us.”
I knew that I had him. I Just laughed and said, “Oh yeah watch this.”
Grabbing my phone I sent a text message to my husband asking him if it was okay if I sucked Marcus's cock.

Within two minutes my phone buzzed with his reply. “If Marcus will allow you and you
promise to do a good job yes do it for me.”
Marcus froze and couldn't believe it. I slid off the couch onto my knees. I knelt before him and said,
“Well?”

Now Marcus is a 49 year-old Nubian god. He is six-feet tall, with a solid chocolate body. I was soon
going to find out he also had a beautiful eight-inch, thick cock, with some low hanging balls. I
unbuckled his belt as Marcus took a toke off the joint and reclined back. As his pants came down, I
pulled this monster cock out.

I said, “Oh my!”
I licked his balls and worked my way up his shaft and got as much as I could in my mouth. I gagged a
little and worked his thick shaft as I gobbled it down. He moaned and called my name.
He told me, “Suck it.”

I readily obliged his request and sucked him for a few more minutes, before his monster cock erupted
down my throat. I swallowed every drop of his thick cum.
He couldn't believe I had sucked him off and thanked me. I stood up and smiled and told him that I
have wanted to do that for years. He admitted that he has always wanted to fuck me. I told him that
would be awesome and I am game if he is. I could tell Marcus felt a little weird about actually fucking
me, since he knew my husband.

I told him that if he really wanted to fuck me I would allow it.
“Why don't you think about it while on stage and let me know after?”
Smiling he agreed instantly.

We went back into the venue just as the opening act was finishing. The crew was setting up and soon
the show began. I hung out with whoever seemed familiar and watched him play and look up at me a
few times. I sent a text message to my man, towards the end of the show. In the text message I said,
I was letting him know that I was going to try to fuck Marcus after the show.
He just texted back, ”LOL.”
I know my husband never wanted me to go all the way with him, but if Marcus wanted me, I was
going to let him.

The show ended and Marcus handed me a card key and said to meet him at the hotel across the
street in room 340. He didn't have a lot of time, because the bus was leaving an hour later. I left
immediately and got to his room as fast as I could. The room smelled terrible. Perhaps he had sex in
his room the night before, or even before I saw him, or there was just laundry laying somewhere. I
took off my clothes, jumped on top of the bed and waited for him. He came in like there was a fire,
and saw me laying there naked on his bed. Marcus dropped all of his clothes, ran into the shower and
then came back.

He climbed up to my face and slapped his hard cock on my face asking me if I wanted his massive
cock. Looking right at I him I leaned down kissed his thick dark cock and said, “You know I do.”
He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. I said, “Yes.”

Marcus jammed his cock down my throat first, holding my head, and calling me a dirty girl. After
fucking my throat for a few minutes, he slid his cock out of my mouth. He worked his way down my
body and gave my clit a few licks. This was just enough to get my pussy nice and juicy.

He raised my legs and guided his cock inside me. He then started fucking me hard and deep. He continued fucking
on top of me for a while, then he flipped me over and entered me doggy style. I could feel his balls
slapping my ass, as he drilled me. I then sat on his cock cowgirl style as he groped and kissed me. I
came all over his cock. At that point he couldn't hold back any longer and filled my pussy with a huge
load of cum. Ohhh man, does it feel good to have warm thick cum in my pussy!
Marcus told me he had a vasectomy and not to worry.

I told him, “I'm gonna go home to my man with your load dripping out of me.”
This made him laugh. We smoked a joint and laughed. All the while, I felt his thick warm cum dripping
out of me. Marcus got up from the bed to get dressed, just as the knock came on the door letting him
know it was time to go. We had enough time for a quick kiss and exchanged phone numbers. Then
he was gone. The whole experience was awesome. I texted my husband told him I was coming home
and that I had Marcus’s baby in my belly. He congratulated me and I drove home. We have yet to talk
about it; I hope it is not a big deal later.
I sure had fun, though!

Sarah G

Sarah G "Backstage Bang"

"Nympho stepDaughter" Read By Penny Lee

Listen to Penny Lee's naughty story about a sex crazed girl that takes out her sexual frustration on the gardener who perves on her stepmother. Penny removes her sexy lingerie as she reads this erotic story revealing her amazingly sexy body and perfectly perky breasts.

Penny Lee "Nympho stepDaughter"

"Hotel Pick Up" read by Ariel Anderssen

A flash of memory: Following Layla and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his

name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my
hands. No teeth. Can I do this?
Layla lifted her head from the pillow, looking at me in shock. "What do you mean, you don't know
how?"
I blushed. "I don't know, I've just never felt like I can do it. I always gag and don't like it."
"You're good with me."
I smiled ruefully. "It's easier with a woman. I've never felt like I knew how to do oral on a guy."
Layla laughed. "Your husband doesn't mind?"
My face reddened again. "I do it on special occasions, but he knows I don't enjoy it, and that's ok with
him."

She paused. "Maybe I should teach you. Make this a a girls' weekend to remember."
I feigned shock. "Layla Marie!" She grinned.
I gaped at her for a minute. This was only our second weekend since we'd met at the best friends'
exchange club, and I still hardly knew her. "Um, with whom? I'm not sure Jay would like that idea very
much."
"Shhh. You don't need to tell him. Just show him what you can do." She smiled. "It'll be worth it."
I paused, swallowed. "You didn't answer the other part. I'd need someone to practice on."
She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd
find someone." Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed.
I stared at her again. "Let me think about it."

I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Layla to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door
pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye contact, just
the barest hint of a smile. We kept glancing at each other, pretending we weren't.
"You like him?" she murmured as she strolled back in, catching me glancing at him in the mirror.
"Nice looking," I agreed, as I applied her color to my lips. "And a bit of mischief in his smile."
"Let's go talk to him."
I took a deep breath, took my last swallow of my mojito, and followed her over. I sat on his other side.
"Hello, stranger," she smiled at him. "My friend Sarah likes you."
"I like her too," he smiled at me.
I blushed. Would it really be this easy?
"Feeling generous toward a couple of escorts for the evening?"
He looked at her, seemingly at a loss for her meaning. Finally, "Oh!" He blushed a little. "Um, I have
to meet someone in a couple of hours, but maybe until then."
Layla glanced at me in the mirror; we nodded silently. Layla took his arm, We all slid from our
barstools. He left a generous payment on the bar and followed us to the elevator and up to our room.
She gave him a soft brushing kiss on the lips as we entered, a secretive smile. Would he want to kiss
me?

My heart was pounding as she unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and draped them carefully over the
chair, then maneuvered him to the edge of the bed. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and
raised arms, eyeing his muscly trunk and lightly scratching around his nipples. He was better
developed than I suspected under the suit.
She gave him a little shove on the chest. It was all I could do not to giggle as he unbalanced like that,
sat on the mattress with a soft "flump" noise. She glanced at me, telling me with her eyes to kneel
beside her. She began lightly stroking and scratching his thigh up and down, so I did the same. She
reached down to take off his shoe while I continued. He was starting to firm up, his cock hardening
down on my side. A tiny dark area appeared where he was starting to ooze. I lightly stroked him
through the trousers, mostly with the tips of my nails.

Layla leaned forward to kiss one of his nipples and stroke his thighs while I undid the other shoe. She
gently undid the catch on his trousers, and, seeing our intention, he lifted his hips so we could remove
them, leaving his boxers tented a bit. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the arousal growing there as
we alternately stroked his belly and thighs, gently squeezed his erection, used a bit of the growing
moisture to paint his nipples. He shifted his hips as we slipped the remaining layer down, grinned at
each other, and each used one hand to gently squeeze his shaft, then gently running my nails up and
down once. I looked at his face; he was loving this, amazed at his fortune. I suddenly found myself
wanting this, wanting to make this good for him.

Layla murmured, "watch me," and softly tongued up the underside to just below the head. His cock
gave a little jump in my hand, and a soft moan escaped from his lips. She took the head gently in her
mouth as her hand moved mine up and down a tiny fraction, encouraging me to squeeze him. I
looked up in his eyes as she proffered his cock to my mouth, and saw his breathing become irregular
as I gave the head a soft suck. I was rewarded with a tiny drop of sweet syrupy precum and another
little jerk in the shaft.

Remembering her instructions, I withdrew and licked up the velvety front of the shaft, rubbing him up
and down faster. Her pretty mouth suddenly engaged him at the tip, just the softest little kiss before
engulfing maybe half of the shaft. He groaned again, louder this time. Next I took him deeper for a
moment, then wrapped my hand and started to stroke. I saw him trying desperately to keep his eyes
open, but having to close them at times as the stimulation increased.
Layla took him back in her mouth. I caressed her face, stroked him, watched his eyes loving her,
loving me. We alternated, back and forth, occasionally kissing each other, watching him watch us
until he had to lie back, and couldn't keep his eyes open. His groaning grew louder, more frantic,
higher in pitch. As his cock reared back and started to jerk in my hands, I took the first hot spurt of his
tart semen before she took over, finishing him up as I rose to kiss him, give him a taste. He kissed me
avidly, then kissed her tenderly when she came up to join us.
We rested on either side of his panting chest, holding hands, lightly tickling his chest, his nipples, his
balls and cock. Kissing each other across his chest, nuzzling his neck as his breathing slowly
returned to normal.

After some time, he glanced at his watch. "That was amazing, ladies, but I'm afraid I have to go."
Layla brought him a warm washcloth to clean off the crimson lipstick. Faster than I would have
believed, he was dressed, laying two large bills on the dresser, and letting himself out of the room.
Layla laughed triumphantly, gave me a gentle push onto the bed, and without warning was under my
dress licking me through my panties. As I dissolved into my orgasmic bliss, I kept wondering why this
was all so easy.

Packing the next morning, Layla insisted we have breakfast in the hotel dining room instead of room
service. A few tables over, we spotted the man from the night before, sitting with a beautiful woman.
He reddened a bit as he saw us, and excused himself, apparently heading to the washroom.
Layla went up to the table anyway. She and the woman exchanged cordial smiles, a brief hand
squeeze. "Cindy, this is Sarah, my friend."
Cindy gave me an appraising look for much longer than I would have expected, took my hand and
smiled. "Nice to meet you."
Layla leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks for lending me my husband last night. I know it's
your weekend. I'll make it up to you sometime."
Cindy and Layla both looked at me again until I blushed.
"I'm sure you will," Cindy laughed. "I'm sure you will."

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The End.

Ariel Anderssen "Hotel Pick Up"

"Second Cousin" Read By Kara Carter

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When the Whittier annual gathering was drawing to a close Mary asked Drew if he would run her back to her Miami apartment as her parents wanted to stay on in Jacksonville to visit with a few friends. It meant driving thirty or so miles out of his way but it seemed a reasonable request from a girl he’d been fucking regular over the Christmas break. Or perhaps it would be better to say she was fucking him.

The family had still not cottoned onto the fact that the second cousins had been carrying out extreme sex in the basement, they just thought it was nice they were friend. With waves and smiles all round Drew drove away just a little anxious in case Mary, who an insatiable sexual appetite would suck him off while he was driving. However, the journey was somewhat uneventful until they arrived at her apartment and she asked him if he’d carry her case up for her.

When he entered the cozy little efficiency unit he was somewhat surprised to see another theological student lying on the bed naked. It was a young woman about the same age as Mary with massive tits and a big hairy bush.

She made no attempt to hide anything as the pair entered and just greeted them as if this was perfectly acceptable behavior.

“This is my cousin Drew,” said Mary.

“Second cousin actually,” Drew corrected.

“O my god,” she laughed, “He’s saying that because we’ve been fucking all Christmas and he thinks it wouldn’t be right for first cousins to do that.”

The girl, who turned out to be named Penny, joined in with a laugh that sounded like an abandoned seal, making him feel like super-prude, then she got up to put the coffee pot on and insisted that he have for a cup before he took off. Being so anxious for him to stay around for a while did make him feel a little nervous, particularly as the two kept exchanging furtive glances.

He sat down on a chair by the door, ready to make a hasty retreat should they attempt to rape him and watched the coffee maker slowly drip. Meanwhile Mary stripped off all of her clothes explaining that if God hadn’t intended us to be naked we would have all been born wearing Calvin Klein. This solicited more guffawing from her room mate who was washing out an extra mug.

As they sat sipping their Kenyan coffee Penny wanted to know all about their sexual activities during the break. He was not very comfortable with this line of conversation and his margin of discomfort increased considerably when she suggested they re-enact a couple of scenes.

Seeing his hesitation to respond to such a request Mary slowly turned the key in the door, took it out and tossed it on top of a cupboard.

“Come on be a sport Drew, Penny’s been here all Christmas on her own – she deserves to be pampered a little.”

“I’m not used to performing in front of other people,” he responded, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well why don’t I join in and then nobody will be watching,” Penny chirped up.

The next thing he knew he’d been relieved of his coffee cup and two naked women were struggling to remove his clothes. There is a point in every mans life when he has to give in to members of the opposite sex and Drew decided that he was possibly at that point.

As usual Kommandant Mary gave the orders. He was instructed to lie on the bed and jerk himself off while the two of them stood at the foot of the bed to diddled themselves to see who came first. Drew certainly had the erection for such activity and it seemed to get harder and bigger as the two went into rapid fingering with their tits jiggling up, down and sideways.

It was Mary who past the finishing line first and she did it with a “WOOOOOWEEE,” and Penny realizing that her moment for potential glory had past just dived on the bed grabbed his dick away from his hand and rammed it into her mouth. She went up and down his shaft with enthusiasm, groaning with pleasure as she did so, and when he shouted “I’m cumming,” she went even faster and took the lot in her mouth. What happened next did seem a little over the top even for two seasoned theological students, Penny stuck out her cum covered tongue and shared it with Mary.

As things were getting more and more kinky, Drew’s nerves were back on edge. And when Mary opened up a drawer and produced two pairs of velvet handcuffs he feared the worse, and sure enough he was soon secured spread eagle.

His dick was sulking a bit as it seemed a little concerned as to where the whole thing was going. Mary sought to rectify the situation by producing a multicolored feather duster and began to tickle his bag of tricks with it. Sure enough it began to rise and then she oiled it generously with something from a bottle and with her back towards him, she sat on it, not with her cunt but with her ass.

It was as tight as a mouse’s ear and he thought that he might be damaged for life and then Penny joined in by sitting on his face and crushing her moistened crack against his mouth.

“Lick – you bastard,” she commanded, pulling on his ears as if she was riding a horse.

He began to work his tongue up and down her sweet tasting slit and deep into the folds. She just groaned out loud and kept moving around as if she wanted to feel the full extent of his pussy fluffer.

With Drew’s dick remaining deep insider her pooper,
Mary had remained still until Penny had got into position. Then she started to move her ass in a grinding motion giving him both pain and pleasure at the same time. As it got a little wilder he felt his cum shooting upwards and into cousin Mary`s back door. She kept on moving even though she knew he’d shot his load and he had to grabbed her waist and pinch her hard to slow her down. It was then that all hell let loose as Penny came in a big way, yelling and screaming and almost pulling his fucking ears off.

To say he was shagged out would be a gross understatement and he was relieved when he was released from bondage and allowed to dress. He was just about to leave when another pretty girl came through the door.

“O – Emily,” Mary greeted her, “This is my fiance – Drew – I don’t have a ring yet because we’ve not actually made it official…….”

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THE END!

Kara Carter

Kara Carter "Second Cousin"

Caught In The Act By Megan

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Even after a few weeks at college I was still finding my feet. I had made some new friends, but the
place itself - it was so big! I wanted to knuckle down and, being a bit of a nerd, decided to get some
books on English grammar. I had only been to the library once and then it had been locked. One girl
told me that it was a good place to study because so few people went in. Mobiles and iPods were
strictly prohibited.
I opened the heavy glass-panelled door and walked in. It had a slightly musty smell, the sort you only
get from books. It was a huge place with row upon row of shelves and a bank of computers down one
side. I walked over to one of the consoles and ran my fingers along the keyboards. The monitor
sprang into life and I was treated to a beautiful image of David Beckham and his trademark stubble
“Hmmm yum!” I said out loud. I looked round but the library was empty.
I tried to use the PC, to see if I could find something on my subject, but it was password protected.
“Stupid computer!” I said, and continued on my mosey round.
I went to the reception desk, but no one was home. I decided to wander around the volumes myself,
hoping to work out where the English language section was. As I went between the aisles of books I
was faintly aware of an odd noise. It was a sort of stifled, breathless grunt. As I passed geology and
made my way towards chemistry the sound grew louder and louder. I turned a corner and there,
sitting with his back to me, was a guy blatantly pulling his wanger. He was leant over a magazine and
I could see his elbow going up and down frantically. He was clearly enjoying whatever was the
subject of his fantasy.
I hid at the end of the row, peeping from behind the wooden book case. He was murmuring
something, but it was inaudible, presumably some sexy thoughts that were fuelling his sneaky wank.
As I leaned on a sturdy encyclopaedia, my hand slipped, sending the tome crashing to the floor! The
guy looked round and there was a look of shock and surprise in his face.
“Ooops!” I said.
“How long have you been there?” He asked. He was clutching his cock and doing his best to hide the
fact that he was knocking one out.
“Long enough!” I said.
I smiled and walked towards him. My cunt was moist. There is something very erotic about
watching a guy jerking off.
“Don’t mind me,” I said, trying to see what was in his magazine.
“I…I’m sorry. I’m blue-balled from last night. I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, it’s OK,” I said.
The guy was quite handsome. I didn’t think he was one of the tutors. I thought he must have worked
in the library itself.
“Will you carry on?” I said.
“What?”
“Carry on… stroking yourself. It turns me on.”
“I can’t do that!” He said.
“‘Course you can!”
“I can’t!”
I was wearing a short lemon dress, and I think my bra was just visible through the thin fabric because
I noticed his eyes kept going towards my boobs. I pulled up a chair and sat opposite him.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Phil… it’s Phil.”
“Well Phil, you know what would really turn me on?”
“No?”
“If you sit there and continue with your wank, while I finger myself.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. I would love that!”
“OK…ummm what’s your name?” He asked.
“Danielle. Come on before someone comes!”
He was slow to respond, so I pulled my dress up to my waist and opened my legs. Phil immediately
looked down at my pussy, which was barely hidden by my panties. I looked down and could see my
own swollen pussy lips eating the cotton of my knickers. I put one hand inside and slipped my longest
finger into my vagina. My pussy was wet to the point of being gooey. I allowed myself a gentle sigh as
my finger rolled up and rubbed against my clitoris coating it in my girly juice.
For a few moments Phil just watched me, ravishing me with his eyes. I lifted my hand out and moved
the gusset of my panties to one side, giving him a free view of my slippery pink cunt. He reached for
his hardening cock and began to rub the foreskin as I slipped two fingers into my pussy.

I moaned from my self pleasure, which was increased by my witnessing Phil’s masturbation. His eyes were
beautiful as he gazed into mine, wanking himself mechanically. I was equally pleasuring myself
dreamily as if we were somewhere else, unconcerned by our location. All I could think of was the
wonderful ‘moreish’ sensations that were welling up inside. The warm, tickly spasms, which were
coming from my fingers, as they played with my clit.
Phil’s cock was fully hard now. His foreskin was gliding up and down, intermittently uncovering the
rich, pink swollen head. It had a moist appearance, as if lubricated by a little precum. That made me
so horny. I wanted to taste him, to feel that warm, salty fluid slip down my throat. I was so turned on! I
worked two, then three fingers into my now sopping wet cunt, until my knuckles were swallowed by
my lips. I was moaning deeply; Phil was groaning feverishly, his eyes focused on my pussy.
We looked into each other’s eyes. Our mutual pleasure shared. The insanely risky thing we were
doing only made me more aroused. It was so hot, so amazing. My fingers gradually returned to my
swollen clitty and rotated around her. I flicked the little pink button a few times, making my belly
tremble. Phil was tugging himself faster and faster, the intense look of pleasure marked in his manly
features. He wasn’t some young jock from college but a grown man, masturbating with me - for me. I
moaned uncontrollably as I found the perfect rhythm with my fingers. I was building up to a fantastic
orgasm.
I held onto the chair with one hand, as if to prevent myself from taking off. I was whimpering
helplessly as the beginnings of my climax were washing over me. Phil was holding his legs out in
front of him stiffly, stroking himself and groaning deeply. I was reaching that point when a girl just
can’t hold back.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! I’m…I’m going to cum Phil!”
Oh Danielle! Yes cum! Please…Oh fuck! Hnnnngh!”
“Aahhhhh….aaaaaaahhhhhhh..…oooooh.…shit!!!”
“Aaah Danielle! I’m…so close!”
“Aaaaaahhhh…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…hmmmmmmm… ooh!”
“Danielle…I’m going to cum…oh fuck!”
I was still on a high from my orgasm and was still as horny and as hot as fuck. I wanted to do
something I had only ever dreamed about.
“Cum on me Phil!”
“Hnnnnngh…what?”
“Just do it!”
“Oh…I..oh hhhhhnghhh!””
Phil staggered to his feet as I sat upright, holding my head back as he tugged his foreskin back and
forth.
Oooooh Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeshz….I’m going…. to CUM!!!!!!!!!!!”
I looked up at him, mesmerised by his hand, which was now a mere blur and then I felt it. It was so
hot…but it was so good. The another one and another. I could feel it begin to roll down my nose and
over my lips as he came again and again. He was so noisy with it. His cries were filled with an
immense relief…a release of a full day of wanting to unload his sweet juice from those lovely balls. It
was so obvious when he came on my face, that I wasn’t aware at first that so much has spattered
over my dress too. He leant on the bookshelf behind me and wasn’t shy about finishing the job,
shaking the last few drops onto my bare legs. I looked up at him and smiled broadly.
“I’m glad I caught you wanking in the library. Maybe we can do this again!” I said, with a wink.
“Hmmm..maybe,” he said breathlessly, still a little stunned.
“OK, well I better go and sort myself out,” I said.
I walked out of the library, with my head held high, the cum still streaked down the front of my dress.
I never did find that book on grammar.

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The End

Megan

Megan "Caught In The Act"

Old Ties Pt1 By Katie Louise

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By the time he was approaching the exit ramp, he had lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ending painfully. Home and a welcoming bed weren’t far, though. A good sleep for four hours, a run in the hills and a quick shower before his wife came home from work. The joys of a shift worker. The drive had taken longer than usual and it had been a “one-off” overtime night-shift, so by the time he was driving towards his suburb, he was toying with the idea of going for a run first, then having a shower and trying to make the day useful by working on his book instead. The next shift was four days away, another perk of the job.

Seeing his wife’s car still in the driveway at 8:40 am, he was a little surprised as he parked beside it. Maybe she was running late as well. Which would mean that his wife would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted 13 years. If he were to keep a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they had slept together. Since she was the only woman he had ever bedded, he knew it was his fault. He must be piss-poor in bed.
The house was quiet when he entered. He called out his wife’s name. No response. Settling into his normal routine, he took his shoes off and placed his bag on the sofa in the common lounge and made his way to their bedroom. It was empty.

“Babe?” He called out for his wife again, a little confused as he walked towards the “back” room of the house that was the designated night shift resting-quarters as it was usually the darkest in the morning and quietest.

He entered the bedroom and froze upon the sight that greeted him. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair looked damp. An instant arousal began to develop deep inside him, which started to manifest itself in its physical form a moment later. More than twenty years since they’d been together and at that only for a brief few months and she still managed to turn him on without even trying. He knew it was not the same for her, though. Women, in his mind, were wired differently. She may have been physically attracted to him a long time ago, but the attraction would have died down ages ago. She was a married woman now. For most men the attraction is purely physical in nature and stays that way for a very long time. Women made love to their husbands. Men had sex with their wives. Why the fuck was he thinking about making love and having sex when his wife’s best friend was standing in front of him in their guest bedroom, clad in a bathrobe – maybe only a bathrobe, fuck? He needed to sleep!

“Oh, I hope Sarah told you that I was staying the night? We stayed up catching up on old times. Now that we’ve moved closer together, I offered to spend the nights with her when you were not here. Jake works crazy hours anyway, leaving at 4 in the morning and not getting home till 10, and he only ever calls on my cell phone, anyway, so it doesn’t matter where I stay.” Rachael had gone to school with them – it seemed like a thousand years ago. Her husband Jake was a high-flying lawyer in Melbourne and had recently bought a home in their suburb for Rachael, who had wanted a change of scenery to work on her new book. She had grown into a gorgeous woman now, but they had briefly dated in their final year. Sarah, Rachael, or Rex as they used to call her, and Aaron used to hang out together. Sarah and he had opted for the cheaper university near home, while Rex had moved interstate to take up her studies at Melbourne’s Monash.

Life had taken its course and after he heard that she had found someone else and then got engaged after graduation, he too had gradually moved on. Sarah and he were never an item, but because neither of them had anyone else, they stayed close to each other and people simply assumed that they were together. After some strong encouragement from their other friends who had all settled down, he had asked Sarah out. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were married and living together. It seemed fine for the first six months or so. When it came to sex, they dutifully made love every night. Although he was no expert, however, he had always felt that he was not doing it for her. He used the Internet to do his homework on the subject and literally tried every trick in the book, but could never seem to give her spark she needed. They spoke about splitting up a few times, but they were both working fulltime and soon the car mortgages turned into a house mortgage and splitting up kept getting more and more complicated, until they stopped talking about it, buried themselves in their work and learnt to live with it. There was always going to be time to breakup and decide how to split everything up – right now, they were both too busy. What neither wanted to admit, or at least in his case, was that he wasn’t sure he would find anyone else, and he didn’t want to be alone.

“And anyway, we haven’t seen each other in so long, we have so much to talk about, didn’t get to sleep until almost three in the morning. I had walked over, so I dropped her off to her work in her car this morning. She said that you would be happy to pick her up.” Rex’s voice brought him out of his momentary reverie.

She saw his hungry eyes perusing her figure under the robe and knew instantly to look for the slow swelling in the crotch of his pants. The poor baby. They hadn’t ever been intimate with each other when they’d dated, but he had always been like an open book. She and Sarah used to “accidently” rub against him in high school just to see him squirm as he tried to hide his erection. He was exceptionally clever and good looking but was totally unaware of how other girls felt about him. She had always known that he was attracted to her and although either of them could turn him on easily, she knew that he ached really for her. But the feeling had never been mutual. In fact she had always suspected that Sarah had harboured feelings for him, but wouldn’t say so. He was too unsophisticated back then, for their taste. Too simple and naïve about the world and insecure about his own place in life. Looking at him now, she could see that things had certainly changed for the better.

Jake had been a final year law student at Monash when she started. He chased her briefly, but she had already made up her mind to give in to the tall, dark and handsome looks. He was “sophisticated.” Their marriage had been a happy one for a few years. Then he cheated on her with younger woman. When she confronted him about it and threatened to leave, he begged her to stay, promised to change his ways and bought her a Jaguar XJ8. She didn’t stay because of the car, though. Aside from the cheating, he had never even raised his voice with her. They had gone for marriage counselling and it seemed to work.

Until two years later when she caught him with a different woman. This one barely seemed out of high school. This time she had had enough. Or so she thought. Jake got down on his knees to beg again and offered anything she wanted. If she divorced him now, it would ruin the political career he was gunning for. It was their marriage counsellor who came up with the brilliant plan of living separately for a while. Rachael was working on a new book and thought the change of scenery might help. Jake, in the meantime, promised to get help and stay away from women. The counsellor assigned him a psychologist that he was to see privately and who would then report the progress to the counsellor.

He had purchased her a newly built house in a brand new suburb in Sydney and they had come to an agreement that they would give this another try once her new book was finished to see if they could get together again. She’d made no promises, although, they didn’t consider themselves to be either separated or “on a break”. She wasn’t going to give him any excuses to cheat again.

Two weeks ago Sarah and Aaron had seen the house two doors down from them occupied and had walked into a pleasant surprise when they had knocked on her door to welcome their new neighbour. And here they were today. In the same bedroom – together. She was nude under the bathrobe and he had an obvious hard-on.

Lately, despite herself, Rachel was starting to feel a whole paradigm shift in her body. On more than one occasion in the last week, while alone in her new house, she had used the toy that she had playfully bought for herself when she had moved to Sydney. In the first six months of their marriage, they had had a healthy sex life. But with Jake’s work pressure and as the novelty wore out, it began to slow down and then it just dwindled down to almost nothing without her even noticing. Jake pretended that his responsibilities at work were stressing him out to the point of exhaustion and would barely get into bed before midnight, making sure to clear the house by five in the morning most days. Of-course she realised what had been going on when she caught him sleeping around, but back then, she had been too busy with her own life to notice how he had started avoiding her. Not that she had missed getting laid, though. Her first book was published when she was 30 and reached number one in the Times Best Sellers list within a few weeks. In the last eight years, she had written and published five more, all of which had made it into the top 10. Although her income from the books was substantial and she didn’t need Jake’s money, he easily earned several times as much and was always ready to splash on her lavishly, imploring her to keep her money for her own use.

Now, with this old flame standing in front of her a little spark that she had forgotten about was suddenly getting fanned. Aaron had kept in great shape over the years. She had grudgingly told him that he was actually aging very well when she had seen him after all those years.

He admired her figure under the robe. She was gorgeous with just the right curves in the right places. It wasn’t just the way she looked, it was her wit that was unmatched. She was a tease and a flirt, but everyone knew where the line was with her, without her having to spell it out. His thoughts took an indecent turn again as he started to imagine how she would be in bed. He strained to take his eyes off her inviting body. He and Sarah had not slept together in almost six months and the memory of their last pathetic attempt, where he hadn’t even cum and she had obviously faked it to put an end to both their miseries was still fresh in his head.

“I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” Unable to resist the temptation, he put on a deep voice and pretended to be confused.

“I’m the help your husband hired to do the lawn. Is he not around?”

A little chuckle escaped her throat. There he goes again. The slight stubble from the night shift and unkempt hair actually did give him a rather rough look. But, in a sexy way. What was happening to her? This was her best friend’s husband for crying out loud! She felt her nipples hardening slowly, and knowing that he would notice, looked down at his crotch again, which now showed a full arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to do what they used to call his “hands-free pants-freeing”. At the sight of him squirming, a warm feeling began to develop deep inside her and she became aware of her cheeks flushing as she felt herself get wet. Suddenly she wanted him. Badly. Whether it was the sleep deprivation, the fact that they were alone in the house or the subtle changes in her physical and mental being since the last few weeks, she wanted to scratch him, hurt him, ride him, put him deep inside her, and scream his name over and over as she came again and again. She was dripping within a minute of all these thoughts coming alive in her mind and could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She had confided in Sarah last night about Jake and Sarah had admitted that their marriage was pretty much unsalvageable as well. Surely she wouldn’t mind if her best friend took a bite of this delicious apple. It wasn’t really cheating on anyone. Sarah had seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Or was it her aroused state that was clouding her reasoning ability and trying to rationalise what her body was screaming for her to do?

Aaron knew he wanted her badly, but thought that the hardening nipples were more a result of the draught he had let into the bedroom when he’d opened the door. She had blushed slightly though. But then it could have been wishful thinking on his part. The look she was giving him had ”flirtatious” written all over it. Maybe he should play more “hard to get”. Fat chance when she was such a knockout. He could be in a life or death situation and she could easily have him eating out of her hands within seconds if she wanted, and she knew it. What she had was every straight man’s weakness. Speaking of weaknesses and eating, he desperately wanted to taste whatever she had to offer. What the hell! She was married! He was married! This was his house! She was his wife’s best friend. At one time she had been his best friend. He was sure it was exhaustion that was continually propelling him forward and loosening his tongue dangerously. Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting.

“Maybe we should discuss the terms of the payments first.” He moved in close and that’s when she stunned him and pulled him close, wrapping his hands around her shapely arse. He was acutely aware that she was feeling his full arousal on the lower part of her stomach. As her hands moved up his chest, he braced himself for the friendly shove with a couple of words of admonishment, as she had often done 20 years ago, but to his surprise, she laced her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him deeply and passionately at first, then hungrily with a raw need that left him wanting for more when she eventually released him. They were both breathing hard, but there was no doubt that she was in better control. He still held her tightly, not knowing what to do.

“Will that do as a deposit?” Her voice was sultry and seductive.

He started to answer, but paused to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Actually I prefer payment in full – I’ve had a few costumers who have refused to pay…” The next kiss caught him by surprise – such was the ferocity. It all but confirmed her intentions to him. His grip on her bottom tightened as she gently bit his lower lip.

She could feel his full arousal, throbbing against her stomach. She longed to put it deep inside her, but she also wanted to prolong this little game of theirs. Without unlocking lips with her new lover, she started to undo his belt with urgency. The rough stubble on his face made him seem even more desirable, although she preferred men clean-shaven. She was convinced that a subtle yet sure shift was occurring in her attitude towards men and sex in general. Not only did she find this handsome married man desirable, she realised she had been horny all morning. She might have been horny for the last few weeks, but only just realised it. Her free flowing natural lubricants were a testament to that.

He could sense that familiar aroma emanating from her that he often associated with a heightened state of arousal. Over the years he had convinced himself that it was the smell of this “sex” from women that drove men wild. It was a scent he had discovered during his first proper kiss. His first kiss was Rachael and life had somehow brought them together, albeit in the most illegitimate way. That scent usually meant that the woman was ready and eager. It was a scent that he hadn’t caught a whiff of too often in the last several years. He felt his pants slip down and her probing hand grope into his jocks. As her fingers clasped roughly around his member, he slid his hand further down her leg and lifted it so that it was wrapped around his butt. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered that she was completely bare under the robe. And wet. Very, very wet.

As his fingers gently tested her readiness and slid inside her sacred spot drawing a sharp intake of breath from her, she expertly removed his jocks and started caressing his stiff manhood.

“Do you want to get “properly dressed” for the task?” She was burning with desire, but could see that his hunger was equal, if not greater, in his eyes.

Without a word, he ripped his t-shirt off and stepped out of his jocks and jeans. Her robe fell away exposing her bare breasts with nipples like hard pebbles. Both stark naked, they eyed each other hungrily for a few moments.

Her body was divine. She wasn’t too skinny or too big, just the right curves in the right places, soft curves at that, with breasts that weren’t too big, nor too small and was overall aging perfectly. He couldn’t help but notice her juices running freely down her creamy thighs. Never in recent memory, had he seen any woman aroused like this.

He was the perfect mixture of lean and cut. While most of his other middle-aged friends had started to let themselves go, he seemed to have kept to a strict fitness schedule, applying discipline to his active life as he did with everything else. Her thoughts briefly went back to Jake’s soft and flabby body for which poor diet and lack of exercise to blame. They had a gym at the office and a similarly equipped gym and pool at home, but she was the only one who ever frequented the gym and pool at home. Now seeing Aaron chiselled like an Adonis, she was glad she had spent all those hours sweating on the treadmill. Her eye fell on his throbbing penis, all eight inches of it, with the head almost purple with pressure from the blood rushing into it.

He suddenly knelt down and licked her thigh where her juices were trickling down, all the way to the source, spreading her legs and placing one on his shoulder, and pushed his tongue deep inside her. The sweet and salty taste of her combined with the intoxicating scent was driving him crazy.

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To Be Continued...

Katie Louise "Old Ties:Pt1"

"Naughty Thoughts" read by Millie Rose

You’re on the phone, talking dirty to me but saying you can’t come over tonight. You’re driving me
crazy then you ask what I’m thinking right now, really?
Okay, I’ll tell you...

I’m thinking it’s been too long since you were last here with me and I really need a fix of you. I wish
you were here with me now, can I convince you?
If you come over tonight I’m going to grab you by the belt and pull you to me as soon as the front
door clicks shut.

I want you to kiss me hard, push your tongue into my mouth and bite my lip, God you know what that
does to me! By the time you’ve trailed kisses and gentle bites down my neck I’ll be a quivering mess.
When you pull my top and bra off and push me back against the wall you’ll see how hard my nipples
have become for you. I get so wet when you tease my nipples with your mouth and my fingers always
tremble when I undo your trousers to pull your cock out.

I would turn us so your back is to the wall and stroke my hand up and down your cock, kissing your
mouth hard then trailing down your body to run my tongue slowly from the base of your semi erect
cock to the tip, over and over until you're hard for me.

I want to slide my tongue around the ridge of your cock head, look up at you and flick it over the tip. I
want you to watch me while I get a taste of your precum.
You love it when I’m dirty, so I would spit into the palm of my hand and use it to stroke your length
while I lick and suck each of your balls in turn. My thumb would be circling your cock head while I kiss
and suck the base and length of your cock.
I would slowly work my way to the top, and let my tongue glide over you again, a line of saliva
dripping onto you before I take you into my hot, wet mouth.

I’d suck on the head while my hand strokes and grips you tightly, and take you deeper with every
stroke of my hand, my lips would touch against my fingers as I take you to the back of my throat.
If you were here you’d feel my throat tighten around you as I swallow and moan, God I love having
your dick in my mouth. I miss it, please come over? I want to suck up and down on you faster, my
other hand gently squeezing and stroking your balls.

You love it when I look up at you with my mouth full of your cock don’t you? You get off on watching
me gag as you push deeper into my throat, my eyes water and my make up runs but I fucking love it.
I want you to grab a fistful of my hair and push into my mouth, there will be saliva dripping from the
corners of my mouth and dirty little muffled noises coming from my mouth as you thrust into me, and
we both know how soaked my panties will be because of it, because of you.

Come and fuck my mouth babe, I want you to push your hips forward into me and hold the back of
my head, making me take you deeper. I want you to come see me tonight and cum down my throat.
You know I’ll swallow every drop, I always do. I’d keep sucking and licking you until you can't take
anymore.

I know you, you’d watch me swallow then pull from my mouth and drag me to my feet wouldn’t you?
Hmm, come over babe and show me how you want me, bent over the bed, or flat on my back? Oh
god, would you pull me up to sit on your tongue again?

Your tongue drives me insane, the way you flutter over my sensitive clit and push your fingers into
me makes me squirm and moan just to remember it now. In the moment, you make my back arch and
the most primal moans drag themselves from my throat.
Every time you thrust your fingers into me and flick your amazing tongue against me I grab fistfuls of
bedsheets and have to remind myself to breathe.

The way you use your fingers on me and leave little kisses on my inner thighs just as I’m on the edge
makes me wild, makes me want to beg for your cock.
I want you here because you make my head spin, my heart race and my pussy flood. Fuck, the way
you make me cum for you, it’s hard and intense. You don’t just push me over the edge, you throw me
over, again and again!
Every time I think I can’t possibly take any more, you push me further, you make me cum until I’m a
weak and screaming mess.

I want you here to fuck me, hard and urgently. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and watch
your cock disappear into me. Come over and press my face and chest into the sheets, pull my ass up
and slam into me, make me scream your name, I want my throat raw tomorrow and my pussy sore so
I think of you every time I sit down.

I want you to cum inside me, holding my hips tightly and thrusting hard into me as you do. I want to
feel you fill my pussy, and hear you moan my name as you do.
So, are you coming over tonight.....?

Millie Fenton

Millie Rose "Naughty Thoughts"

"Bound to be Fucked" read by Ariel Anderssen

The heavy weight and sharp sound of metal-on-metal excites me. Ever since Eric bought my new chrome spreader bar, I've snuck looks at it and secretly held it, wondering when and how he will first use it on me.

Will I be locked in it on my back with my ankles above my head? Standing and bent over at the waist? Maybe face down in the pillows with my arms secured to the headboard. I try to imagine all the ways in which I might be taken. I want to know.

I stand now before him, trembling, waiting for him to decide my fate before he locks my ankles into the stainless steel stocks and puts me into some off-balance position for his taking. I used to think that the point of a spreader bar was to keep my legs open, giving him easy access to me in a view that made his cock hard. Placing me in a position that’s a combination of arousing for him and submissive for me. I am open and ready for that. Ready for him to bind me, to stare at me, to fuck me. I am ready to be controlled. I'm ready to be helpless.

Eric takes the bar from my hands and firmly pushes me face down onto a padded bench at the foot of the bed. He steps over me and spreads my legs wide with his knees before locking one of my tiny ankles into each stock. One by one, he guides each of my wrists downward, placing my arms at my sides, until they too find themselves locked in securely next to each ankle.

Every muscle in my legs and back strain, my face is buried in the bench and my ass is high in the air. I could never hold this position for long on my own, but I have been balanced like a tripod, denying me the ability to tip over no matter how tired my muscles may become. Eric is ready to fuck me now. I wobble on the bench as my knees settle lower, relying on him to hold me still – hold me stable – while he fucks me. There’s something about being slightly off balance, the dependence on him to protect me, that exhilarates me.

I like feeling weak and small and vulnerable. Quivering, wobbling and knowing that the only reason I’m upright still is that he’s got a fistful of my hair. Eric walks to the other end of the bench. He pulls my head up and inserts the full, satisfying length of his cock into my throat, right down to the base so I choke. He holds me there for just as long as I can take with my wrists and ankles still restrained so I can’t move away. He holds me on him until my eyes water and he allows me to pull my head back – spluttering, drooling and covering the bench with wet saliva. His fist full of hair is all that keeps me from falling over off the side of the bench.

He enjoys me more slowly now. Holding me in just the right position, so I can wet just the tip of his cock. Licking around the head, my bunched hair clenched in his hand and the backs of my knees starting to sweat. He pushes me back down and continues throat fucking me with care and precision. The back of my throat contracts around his shaft as he calls me his good girl.

Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I want to grasp my ankles, or lift my hands to hold onto something: the bed, the wall – anything. His cock slides into my sopping wet little box and each stroke makes me tremble even harder, feeling like I’m teetering on the brink of collapse. My muscles tense, my cunt tightens, my knees ache.

He likes my weakness, I think. He can feel my delicate muscles struggle as he grips me, and he can feel me pushing back to take him further inside me – partly for satisfaction and partly for safety. The harder I push back the easier it is to stay stable. I think he likes the clinking sound of the metal-onmetal too, it means my hands are still cuffed to the spreader bar. The rapid tinkling as my ankles wobble and my legs start to really shake means I’m close enough to cumming that he can speed up to bring himself there too.

Fuck me harder and faster with swift angry strokes I think to myself. I want to cum now because I know you're about to. The twitching climax as I cum on his cock makes him harder yet. Just as I feel him draw close to ejaculating, I feel his wet cock slip from inside me, followed by the sensation of my ass cheeks being parted with his palms. He guides the engorged head of his beautiful cock to my clenched little rosebud and presses it firmly inside, giving me just a tiny taste of what is still to come. I rattle in my restraints helplessly. I meekly tell him no, but he knows that I don't mean it.

Eric grips my hips to keep me upright and empties himself inside me. Now lubricated with his semen, my ass willingly receives the full length of his manhood as he slowly slides deeper and penetrates me to maximum depth. Fuck this is good.

The spreader bar rattles on as I take him. I love it this way. It's not my fault. I can't help that he has locked me up with ill intent. I would resist him taking me this way if I could, but I can't move. I know this excites him. He keeps his hands on me, maintaining my balance. With his need to release himself now satisfied, Eric is able to really get down to punishing me.

He's fucked me right on through his orgasm and has stayed rock hard. Now his hard, long strokes pound me. My head is racing. Is this what you want baby? Does it excite you to take my petite little body like this? You know I would do anything for you. You go ahead and take what you want. You want to hurt my little ass? You want to lock me up like this so I can't say no? You go ahead, it's yours.

I wish I could touch myself and rub my stone hard little clit. I look back at him beneath myself and see his tight balls slapping against me. I can't see his cock. It is higher, out of view. I feel my orgasm coming. I hope he doesn't slow down. I know how to keep him going. I plead with him. Please baby, your cock is too big. I can't take all of you. He ignores me just like I want. He tells me that I'll shut up and take it. Perfect. I can feel him get harder at the thought of controlling me. He knows I'm lying. He knows I want it.

Ariel Anderssen "Bound to be Fucked"

SEX IN HIS OFFICE by LEAH

I watched him get ready for work on that cold winter morning. As he gave me a kiss, I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands in appropriate places when I visited him for lunch that day. He just looked so delicious in a suit. Delicious in the sense that I desired to slowly strip the suit off and do dirty things to him. Maybe, just maybe... I woke up a little later that morning. I made my coffee, got clothed and made up nicely. I wore a kneelength leather skirt with buttons all the way down, a white blouse that left the perfect amount of my ivory chest showing, a sleek black cardigan and combat boots. Classy, yet somewhat “edgy” is how most of my friends described that outfit.

I did all of my errands. Dropping off my resume everywhere I could, getting a quick brunch and picking up some hot coffee for my lover. It was about his break time, so I began heading over to his office. I took the elevator to his floor, cautiously avoiding spilling his coffee as it jolted to a stop. I stepped out. His co-workers gave me their routine glares. I’d have given them the finger if I didn’t care about visiting my honey so much. The good thing about my lover’s office is that it’s not a cubicle. It’s a nicely sized room with doors that can lock. There’s certainly advantages to being higher up in the work chain. I knocked on the door with my free hand. I heard footsteps nearing the door on the other side, before I heard a click and saw it open.

My darling’s face, handsome as ever appeared. I smiled, gave him a kiss and walked in. The door clicked closed behind me, locking. “How is your day, sweetheart?” I asked. “Nothing unusual. Just have to go to a meeting after break.” He said monotonously, slumping into his large office chair. He did not seem excited. I handed him the warm cup of coffee. He took a hefty gulp before setting it down on his desk. “You know, I was thinking I could help make your workday more eventful today.” I said, rather suggestively. He raised one eyebrow slightly as a faint smirk came to his mouth. He caught my drift. “Oh really? I’d most certainly appreciate that.” Wasting no time, I kicked off my shoes and straddled his lap.

I rubbed my hands all over his chest, shoulders, and neck. I kissed him hard on the mouth, now gently tugging at his necktie. I loosened it, slowly pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. I unbuttoned his blazer. He grasped my hips, pressing his hardness onto me. I let out a faint gasp. It certainly got him more riled up. I slid his blazer off of his shoulders and arms, pulling the rest of it out from behind his back, I allowed that to also fall to the carpeted floors below. I unbuttoned the first three or so buttons of his shirt before I let him have some fun unwrapping me. He unbuttoned my cardigan and slid it off of me. Same for the blouse. Then, he began unbuttoning my skirt. Every single button, all the way down. As it opened up, revealing my thighs and hips, he realized I wasn’t wearing tights, or panties. “Damn, I bet you enjoyed the breeze outside!” He laughed. “Well, you seem to be enjoying this.” I giggled. He slid his hand up my thigh, caressing the soft, milkywhite but slightly-freckled skin.

He toyed with my landing strip for a few moments before running a finger along my slippery slit. I bit my lower lip. Gosh, what a tease he was. He continued rubbing around my opening, making sure the lubrication was well-distributed. He softly pinched my clitoris between his thumb and index finger, moving them in slow rotations. I kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and working on his shirt with my hands. I felt the shirt fall entirely open as I undid the last small button. I began feeling him up, my hands traveling from his lower stomach to his shoulders, and back down again to unbutton his suit pants. He slid two fingers inside me. I let out a moan of pleasure and scratched down his stomach. I pulled his hard dick out of his pants. I gently stroked, all the way from base to tip. He pushed in another finger, going deeper to make sure I was ready for a good, hard pounding. He lifted me up and got out of the chair. “What position do you have in mind?” I inquired. “Sit on my desk.” He demanded.

I moved his coffee to a safer place on the desk. I lifted myself up, and sat on it. “Okay, now lay down.” I obeyed him. I laid on the desk, propping myself halfway up with my elbow, my legs dangling off the edge closest to him. I spread my legs a little as an invitation. He grabbed my knees softly, moving my legs farther apart. He stood closer to my opening. He guided his copius length into me, going slow. pushing as deep as he could, intently watching my face. For signs of pain, perhaps. I grasped his arms, making a quiet moan. He slowly pulled back, partially out, then pushed back in. “How does that feel?” He asked, making sure I wasn’t in pain. “It feels amazing, honey. More, please!” I said with a sigh. He began going faster, harder, more carefree. He reached down to play with my clit, making sure he was stimulating all of my sensitive areas. He leaned down, tonguing one of my silky, pale nipples.

I dug my nails into his back, and wrapped my legs around me, tilting my pelvis, furthermore increasing my own pleasure. “Oh yes baby! Harder!” I screamed. He responded by slamming his cock into me, annihilating my pussy. My breathing became heavy, and by body began heating up. I scratched, hard, all the way from his shoulders to his lower back. My moaning became louder, more involuntary as the ecstasy built up. He was breathing heavily and moaning too. He gripped my hips tightly. He was nearing his climax. “Mmmm, Logan!” I screamed. I moved my hips in perfect rhythm with his. I could feel my body starting to quiver. “Ohhhh baby, I’m cumming!” He pounded into me, faster, harder, with more varied angles and motions. It set my climax into motion. My pussy began rapidly pulsing around his cock, contracting and relaxing. I dug my nails into his back, and tightened my legs around his waist. The pleasure absolutely took over my body. His mouth was hard on mine, his hands gripping my waist, and his cock now slightly pulsating.

His body gave out on me, and he rested his body on mine. As our intense orgasms subsided, we kissed, feeling each other’s bodies. He stood up, carefully pulling out with the help of a tissue in order to keep the carpet free of stains. He discarded it in the trash can, looking up at the clock. “Damn, my meeting is in two minutes!” He pulled on his shirt, hastily buttoning it. I put his blazer on him, and he put on his tie loosely. He was about to run out the door. I looked down. “Wait a moment.” I said, eyeing his undone pants. I pulled him close, giving him a wet, hot kiss as I buttoned and zipped his pants. “Thank you, baby.” He smiled, heading out the door and down the hall with red lipstick all over his neck and cheeks, with disheveled hair and clothing. I smiled, feeling very accomplished. I walked out the door, slipping out of the building unseen. I went home, knowing I’d made his day

THE END!

Leah

Leah "Sex In His Office"

LATE NIGHT ANAL PLAY by Eva

It was 3:00 am. After sleeping for maybe two hours at the most, Lanie was awake again and struggling to get back to sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she had tried a special muscle relaxation technique Blake swore by, she had tried shutting off her brain. She had even tried reading on her eReader but it was all to no avail; she was wide awake and frustrated. As far as she was concerned there was only one thing left to try. Masturbation. Logan had a big week at work so waking him up for a little sexual relief wasn’t an option. She would just have to get the dirty thoughts flowing and use her fingers to send her to sleep. Dirty thoughts or perhaps some on-mute porn on her cellphone.

Yes, that seemed easier. Picking her phone up from beside the bed she turned it to silent and flicked to the bookmarks screen, tapping the icon for her go-to porn website. But what was she in the mood for? Lesbian? Threesomes? Gang bangs? Oral? Spanking? Who the hell was she kidding in pretending to consider other categories of porn? As usual she went straight to the Anal category and began scrolling through for a thumbnail that appealed. She found one and was about to tap play when she realised she would need a particularly intense orgasm to send her to the land of nod. Taking this into consideration, Lanie reached over and took her bullet vibrator from the nightstand. Logan didn’t stir as she did this.

When she placed it against her clit, rolled onto her tummy and turned it on he remained completely oblivious. She was glad he was such a sound sleeper. Her clit was already beginning to tingle and when she finally started the video. The tingle soon turned into a dull throb. She skipped through the boring stuff and resumed the video when the two characters were naked. Lanie began to circle her hips in loose movements, the friction provided by the mattress beneath her adding to the thrumming vibrations of the bullet against her clitoris. On screen the man was now pressing the tip of his cock against the woman’s asshole and Lanie instinctively began pressing her hips more firmly against the mattress, in need of the added stimulation.

Lanie groaned internally as the man pushed inside the woman’s ass. Lanie could feel her pussy getting wetter as she move her hips in tighter circles and opened her legs slightly. Just enough to stretch her hole but not so much the bullet slipped out from between her labia. That was the last thing she needed! On screen the couple were picking up the pace. Lanie’s pussy was starting to feel hot and swollen while her clitoris was pulsating and sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Lanie’s toes began to curl as she felt her arousal moving on to a new phase – the pre-orgasm stage – when the pleasure became close to overwhelming. She gripped the top of the mattress with her spare hand and tired to control her breathing knowing that if she could manage to stay silent the orgasm would be even more intense.

Her abdomen, hips and thighs were all rigid, providing more resistance against the mattress and therefore increasing the friction on her clit. How she wished she could scream! Lanie almost screamed with shock when Logan suddenly moved on top of her. She had been so caught up in the video and the pleasure coursing through her she hadn’t been aware of Logan waking up. Lanie moved to turn the video off but before she could Logan stopped her. “Keep watching it,” he whispered into her ear. Lanie whimpered an uh hu’ in response and did as she was told. Logan got onto his knees and when she heard a lid being popped open she almost came from the anticipation alone. He was lubing up, which only meant one thing.

A finger ran down between her ass cheeks and when she felt that finger gently massaging her tight hole she groaned loudly, tilting her hips backward so he could use more pressure. The tip of his lubed finger slowly pressed inside her hole, the tight muscles stretching to accommodate the finger and making her want more. Seven inches more. Her breaths were coming in pants and when she finally felt the rounded tip of his cock against her asshole she gripped onto the bottom sheet and cried out loudly. Logan’s thick length felt divine as it slowly worked its way deeper into her and she had to resist the urge to get on all fours, knowing she would be rewarded with a killer orgasm if she kept as much friction on her clit as possible, She couldn’t really focus on the porn video, her eyesight was going blurry and her eyes kept rolling back in her head.

Every stroke of Logan’s cock was bringing her closer to the edge and as he started to move harder she dropped her phone and pressed her hands against the headboard. The resistance allowed Logan to hit deeper and harder but it also allowed her to grind her hips more effectively against the mattress. Every muscle in her body began to tighten as her orgasm started to build. Any intention of a silent orgasm flew out the window and as she began crying out louder and louder, she had to brace her self for what was fast approaching. Her pussy was sopping, her clit was aching, the feeling of fullness in her ass was only increasing with each stroke. She felt the very first orgasmic spasm in her clit and then screamed and writhed around beneath Logan as the full brunt of her orgasm struck.

She could feel it in her cunt and in her ass, she could feel it everywhere as it came wave after relentless wave until finally her body went still. The tension of orgasm was replaced by a soft, floaty feeling, a feeling of no longer being in her own body… just drifting. When Logan pulled out of her she realised he had also cum. She had been so caught up in her own orgasm she had completely missed the chance to experience the feeling of Logan releasing his load into her. She tried to form words, to tell him she loved him, that he had melted her brain, that she loved feeling him pressed against her like that, but all that came out was an incoherent mumble as sleep finally consumed her.

THE END!

Eva "Late Night Anal Play"

Anna Belle "College fuck Party: Part 2"

As Chris was starting to get ready, I walked over to Amy and said, lets swap partners and fuck them together. The guy (Jack) was excited because he would have 2 pussies to fuck. Chris on the other hand was thinking.

Amy, who was as slutty as me, immediately made her way to the limp cock of Chris, took it in her hand, licked at it seductively and asked him, 'will this change your mind?' Chris was nodding yes like a kid in a candy store. We locked the door this time and I was down on Jack sucking his cock while he sat on the sofa. Amy was busy putting life in Chris's cock. We both girls were busy sucking while the guys were busy running their hands in our hair and pushing down on our head. We both took time sucking our guys.

Amy was not wasting any time and was on the bed naked, doggy style asking Chris to fuck her. Chris, who was hard by now was in her pussy in a second fucking her while Amy moaned loud. Jack was turned on and asked me to go on the sofa and get in doggy style too. On the sofa, my ass towards him Jack inserted his hard cock in my tight pussy and started to pound me hard.

I was not sure between Amy or me, who was louder. Both guys were fucking us hard. Slapping our asses, playing with our tits. Being fucked like that, now by another guy was enough for me and I came hard. So hard cum was flowing down the inside of my thighs. Jack not wanting to cum yet, pulled out and asked Chris to change partners.

Still hanging over the back of the sofa, Chris was behind me and had his cock buried deep in my sloppy pussy. Amy on the other hand was spread wide on the bed and Jack was riding her hard. Chris was ready to explode and he did. I was surprised he managed to get as much cum as he could in me the second time round. He slumped on the sofa next to me and I fell on him all used. Jack on the other hand had just finished cumming in Amy.

Jack was also the naughtiest of the 4 of us. After he pulled out, he asked me to clean his cock while he asked Amy to clean Chris's cock. So here we were, the slutty girls now cleaning the other guys cock that had just been in our friened's pussy. But then when has things like that stopped us from having fun?

Anna Belle

Anna Belle "College Fuck Party: Part 2"

Kelli Smith - Eighteen and Horny

She was one of the sexiest girls in her college, built with pink lips, and long black silky hair. She stood about 5’2, with round firm breasts, and a very smooth and tight ass. She was athletic, soft with brown skin and deep beautiful eyes.

Suzie was 18 and all the men went crazy for her. She had slept with most of the male population in her class, even some of the teachers. As the college's most famous cheerleader, everyone wanted to be her friend. She wore skimpy and slutty clothes to class.

One afternoon Suzie was summoned to the principal,s office after class. She walked into his office and towards his desk with a pencil in her mouth sucking on it and staring at him. His name was Mr. Orlando, a very serious man in his mid-40’s. He did not look his age, for an older man he was very desirable. He was standing behind her as she walked through the door. She was wearing a short mini skirt with a thong underneath and a low cut blouse that showed off her breasts.

He closed the door and walked towards her. He could not ignore the way she sucked on the pencil; he was aroused by looking at her. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips dropping the pencil on the floor. She bent over to pick it up.

Mr. Orlando’s eyes widened when he saw Suzie’s short skirt ride up exposing her smooth tight brown ass. He had called her into his office to reprimand her about her provocative clothing. A few of the women teachers complained about her. They said that she was distracting the boys in their classes. The principal could definitely understand now how distracting Suzie could be while he studied her beautiful ass.

When the young student stood, the principal grabbed her by the waist and quickly turned her around. He pressed his mouth on hers and kissed her very passionately, slipping his hands up her thighs. He lifted her onto the desk, then opened her legs and slipped her thong aside. He knelt down in front of her then placed his mouth on her pussy and sucked her juice until she squirmed.

The look on her face and the way she moved her body while he sucked her made him know she wanted more. Her hands were on his head, holding him between her legs. She moaned with pleasure.

Lifting his head from her pussy he stood up. The principal knew that fooling around with a student was wrong and that he could lose his job for it. But he found Suzie so sexy that could not help himself. He knew that she should be disciplined for what she was doing to him. He smiled playfully.

Mr. Orlando stripped the naughty college girl of everything she was wearing and bent her over onto his desk. It was time for punishment. He spanked her ass until it turned red, then gently kissed it to sooth it. His lips felt the heat where he had smacked her tender ass and he became more aroused. Suzie climbed off the desk and pushed the principal onto the office chair.

Her hands started to roam all over his body, they both knew how hard he was. She unzipped his pants, and gently gripped his penis. She began to stroke it furiously. She worked all the way down and her tiny mouth opened to take his prick. She licked and pulled lightly on his balls while sucking him as deeply as she could manage. Suzie could hear the little moans in his voice. As she sucked him she kept the pre-cum that was flowing into her mouth.

She got up and kissed him deeply and to his surprise he tasted his pre cum. Seeing him taste his own love juice made her very wet, hot, and wild. She straddled her leg over the chair and said, “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” “Fuck me,” he gasped.

The student lowered herself onto the principal’s stiff penis. She started riding his cock like a mad woman. “Yes Slut, fuck me!” he screamed. She pumped herself up and down on him slowly at first then very fast, holding up her breasts as she was fucking her principal. As they were deep in pleasuring each other, she did not even realize when he tossed her onto the floor. He pulled on her nipples and dove his huge shaft deep in her young juicy pussy.

She looked so seductive on the floor with her hair all over her face he could not decide on whether to continue fucking her in the pussy or just settle to screw her in the mouth. He could not get enough of Suzie, she had the sweetest pussy he ever tasted and fucked had in his life. He tried not to cum, but the sensations in his penis overruled his brain. He pulled out, aimed at her face, and spilled a huge load of cum all over.

She looked at him and said, “I want you to lick off your spunk and kiss me after.” He did as he was told and licked every part of her body and made her squirm over and over again. Suzie dressed and cleaned herself and the principal up before they left his office. They both pretended as if nothing ever happened. While on her way to the door, he grabbed her by her hands and said, “Save that young pussy for me.” She winked at him and out she went.

Kelli Smith

Kelli Smith "Eighteen and Horny"

MY GYM TUTOR:PT2 by MEGAN

“You do have quite a pair of breasts. I guess, I could just take a little suck. You promise not to tell? I could lose my job.”

“I won’t tell anybody. We can do whatever you want. However, you must give me an “A.” I then took a contract out of my purse. It was just confirming that he'd give me the great grades in exchange for sex.”

“Aren’t you a clever girl? Since you’re all nude and everything. Lock my door and I’ll sign your papers. Then, you can undress me and get to work. I want to see how slutty you are, Miss Wilson.”

I then walked over to his door and locked it. I was only in my thong and sandals. I then walked back over to him.

“Why don’t you stand up and I’ll undress you.”

Mr. Shadow's is a very handsome man. He’s bald with blue eyes. He’s probably around fifty years old. I’d say he’s about 6’2.” I had been planning to fuck him for the past few months. I really didn’t want to be involved with gym class. I just wanted to fuck him for good grades.

I’m 5’7” and have long blonde hair and green eyes. I’ve been blessed with breasts that are a 38D cup. I’m one hundred and ten pounds. I have long legs and a nice ass. I also shave my pussy bare.

I went in front of him and took off his golf shirt. I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down his legs to his foot. I pulled his silk boxers down. I was surprised to see his cock sprang to action. He had a nice sized cock.

“Seems your cock is excited. I knew you were a dirty man. Do you like that I’m a dirty girl? Dirty girls go to heaven. I bet, we can be very dirty together.”

Mr. Shadow's then leaned against his desk. He grabbed me and we shared a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat. He was kissing me so hard. He put his hands on my buttocks and played with them hard. He seemed to be in control and not me calling the shots. The whole situation now seemed to change.

He put his hand down the front of my thong and played with my pussy. He rubbed my pussy lips with his fingers and was slapping at my cunt. He was really man handling me. He was squeezing my breasts and slapping at my nipples. I could tell how excited he was. Unfortunately, my body was reacting to the way he was treating me. The rougher he handled me, the more my nipples were stiff and my pussy was tingling and wetting for him.

“You’re a wet little slut. You’re pussy is so wet, Miss Wilson. Get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me what a little slut you are.”

I then squatted down and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on his head and worked my fingers up and down his shaft. I held his smooth balls while I gave him head.

“Keep sucking! Take more of my cock down your throat.”

I continued to suck and slurp on his hard cock. My cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth. I made all kinds of wet, popping noises while I gave him head. I used my fingers to stroke his cock.

I was sucking his cock deeper and harder. My hands were on his hips and he was face fucking me. I kept pace with him.

“You’re a little slut. You love cock! As fun as this is, I want your pussy on my cock. Straddle me in my chair!”

Mr. Shadow’s then walked to his chair and sat down. I then sat on top of him and eased his cock into my wet pussy. His cock felt amazing while I got into position. Once he was in, I bounced up and down on his cock. My breasts were bouncing up and down and he was sucking on my nipples. My pussy was wet while we fucked.

His hands were squeezing my tits together and pulling on my nipples. He was slapping my ass hard with his hand. This was making me more and more excited. I could feel my pussy getting ready to have an orgasm.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet! I want you to come! Fuck me harder!”

I continued to ride him hard. He was rubbing my clit while we fucked.

“I’m going to come. Holy fuck!”

I then screamed and had an orgasm. My pussy soaked his cock and balls.

“Get up and lean over my desk. I’m going to fuck your slutty ass now. You did say, I could fuck your asshole?”

“You could fuck my asshole. Make sure to come there. I don’t want you to come in my pussy.”

I got off of him and bent over his desk. Mr. Shadow's opened his draw and grabbed some lube. I did wonder why he had lube in his drawer. He then slathered it all over my asshole and his cock.

He then spread my buttocks with his hand and slowly entered my asshole. He pushed his cock into my anus slowly and then a bit faster. He grabbed my hips and fucked me. It felt really tight while he thrusted in and out of my anus.

“Miss Wilson, you’re so fucking tight. I like your asshole. Fuck!”

“Come in my asshole. Cream my ass!”

Mr. Shadow’s fucked my asshole deeper and faster. He was slapping my buttocks which was making my pussy so wet. I started to finger my cunt while he fucked me harder and faster.

“Fuck! I’m coming in your ass. Shit.”

Mr. Shadow’s came in my asshole. He pulled out and grabbed several tissues on his desk. He cleaned his cock and then pulled up his pants.

“That was incredibly sexy. Clean yourself up. I have a little surprise for you.”

While I was cleaning up, somebody knocked on his door. He went over to the door and my best friend, Rhonda was at the door.

“Miss Roberts come in. You’re just in time for our little party. I know how much you love to lick pussy. Come and clean up your best friend. If you girls want to pass my class, you both better get munching.”

“Are you fucking crazy, she’s my best friend. I’m no lesbian!”

“If you two want to pass my class, you’re going to lick each other’s cunts!”

“Miss Roberts take your pants off and lie on my desk. Miss Wilson will lick your pussy.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to make me do this. This wasn’t in the contract.”
A Meeting With My Gym Teacher , a short story by Mysteria27
“Fuck your contract, Miss Wilson! I’m the boss here. If you two sluts want to get an “A,” you both need to lick some cunt. Stop talking and get licking.”

Rhonda took off her boots and then her jeans. She pulled her panties down and got on his desk. I couldn’t believe I had to lick her pussy. I wasn’t ever with a girl before. I then bent down and licked at her pussy. I moved my tongue up and down her pussy folds.

Mr. Shadow’s was watching me lick her pussy. Rhonda’s eyes were closed and she really seemed like she was enjoying my efforts. I never knew she liked girls. This was proving to be a very strange day.

“I want you to tongue fuck her. Really get your tongue up inside of her. Make your friend come. Come on slut!”

I pushed my tongue right up inside of her pussy. I tongue fucked Rhonda and now she was grinding her face into my mouth. I was slurping her juices that were coming out of her pussy.

“I’m coming,” Rhonda screamed!

“Slurp up her juices! Drink that pussy juice!"

I drank Rhonda’s pussy juices that were pouring out of her cunt. I then stood up.

“Miss Wilson, it’s time for Miss. Robert’s to taste your pussy. Get on my desk and take off your thong!.”

I then stood up and took my thong off. Rhonda got off the desk and got dressed. I then sat on his desk and opened my legs. Rhonda got between my legs and licked at my fucked pussy. She moved her tongue all over my pussy lips. She sucked on each of my lips.

“Rhonda, you’re really good at this. You better not tell anybody about this!”

“I won’t. You taste so good. Fuck!”

Rhonda pushed her tongue into my pussy and tongue fucked me hard. I was moaning and groaning and enjoying all her efforts. Mr. Shadow’s was watching us and had a weird look on his face. Rhonda was licking my pussy and it really did feel so good.

I got very excited and let out lots of moans.

“I’m coming. Fuck!”

I then had an orgasm on Rhonda’s face. She slurped it all up.

“Kiss each other!”

I then got off the desk and Rhonda kissed me passionately on my lips. I couldn’t believe Mr. Shadow’s made me have oral sex with my best friend. I was rather disgusted that he made me lick her pussy.

“You girls each earned an “A.” You both are expected to fuck me every week to maintain your good grades. See you both next Tuesday. Make sure to be hungry, there will be more pussy munching to do. Have a good night.”

We both got dressed and left his office.

“I never thought I'd have to lick your pussy. You better not tell anybody about this!"

“Why would I. Please don’t tell anybody I like girls.”

“I won’t. Let’s just not talk about this. I never knew he’d make us do that. I just figured I’d fuck him and that would be that. I never dreamed he’d have you come and make us do that. He really is quite sick. He played us. I thought I was playing him.”

“I guess that’s why he’s paid the big bucks.”

“I heard he had sex for grades. I just figured it would be easy. I never thought, I’d have to be with you. Thank God, it was you and not some other girl. We can’t talk about this again. Not until next Tuesday. I guess he’s a kinky fuck and is going to want us to go down on each other. I don’t care, because I need to pass his class.”

“Don’t worry, it'll be fine. We’re best friends. Now we'll just be a little closer.”

We both giggled and walked out of the college. It was a crazy day for sure. I wasn’t proud of what I did for my good grade, but it was necessary. I knew to maintain the grade would be more work. That’s another story for another time.

THE END!

Megan "My Gym Tutor:Pt2"

CENTREPIECE:PT2 BY KATIE LOUISE

Sarah-Jane’s pussy is enjoying a crafty tongue plying its skills over her hard clitty and inside her own cute folds of twisted wet flesh....another tongue is wedging as far into her arse as it can get...god it feels so good.

She can see her husband sort of...she knows it’s his face buried between another woman’s legs...while two other women fondle his erect attractive cock...The two guys manipulated her willing body...one guy...now Pete below her...she spears her pussy onto his hard upwardly thrusting dick...getting immediate waves of pleasure as she sinks and rises up with his cock...the enjoyment hits overload as Brad’s cock fills her mouth and her own Damien’s cock just across the room...plunges into a red head straddling his cock and looking straight at Sarah-Jane...like she knows they will later be paired...but are happy having the life shagged out of them in the immediate instance of their lives...the red head knowingly winks at Sarah...hints at fempussy sharing ...after cock time.

Damien’s cock dominates his life for a moment...the red head’s pecker grip is very, very good. It remains extraordinary but is joined by the stunning experience of the blonde face sitting him at the same time...his sense of space buried in female fleshy bits...his tongue working in a tight area but hitting the right spots.

The blonde bitch raises herself slightly and squirts full across the surprised husband’s face.

The framework of desire has overtaken Sarah Jane...Pete has manoeuvred his fingers into her arse as he roots the wife...Brad fills her gob with cum...Well he’s finished for a while...but she was just too goddamn pretty. Pete can’t control his efforts any longer too and spreads his wad across Sarah’s moist open flaps.

The red head sees her chance and leaves Damien’s cock erect and wobbling, femcum smeared and still in need of pussy. The red head is between his wife’s legs licking the cum from the guy and teasing Sarah’s fully aroused clit.

Damien is watching momentarily mesmerised despite the brunette licking his own shaft. His eyes sweep the room ...his wife’s moaning has made her the centre piece of the room...like a queen bee...everyone is drawn to her ...no trophy wife... but a sexually expressive being suddenly the focal point of a mass orgy.

Her legs were writhing. God the red head knew her stuff between a woman’s legs. A guy he couldn’t remember seeing before was under his wife somehow...filling her arse at the same time...as good as the brunette was on his own cock...Damien wanted to cum in his own wife’s mouth as she was arse fucked and pussy tongue pummelled.

Sarah-Jane was bacchanale, beyond the pale of caring what she sounded like. God was she moaning. It was pitched, then deep, then long pleasured Ooh’s and the soft Mmm’s of absolute delight as her visceral intensity approached the orgasmic shattering...

Damien who had wanted to fill her mouth couldn’t bring himself to do it....her performance was virtuoso diva centre stage...totally natural...totally compelling...

Damien eased the red head out of the way and doubled wicked his own wife.

Sarah-Jane’s arse was still riding cock with bodily abandonment; pressing into the body below her, spreading her beautiful arse, but her pussy was now enveloping her own man’s cock.

Her moans were sex pitch perfect...so intense...dominating an entire ballroom...the orgy crew becoming despite themselves an audience to probably the most sexually expressive performance of a lifetime...

Sarah-Jane’s high exposed arse kept gripping cock to perfection ... her butt hole so alluring. It was slightly opening each time she pushed her body up, the sweetest pleasure picture anyone there had ever seen.

Now Damien too had the pleasure of her pussy lips wrapped around his cock ...while her vulnerable arsehole was ravaged by a stranger millimetres from his own thrusting cock.

Sarah-Jane’s own personal pleasure plateau and fast pacing climax were dominating a frickin randy room.

It was her sparkling blue eyes, exuding pleasure, plus the sway and awesome downwards and upwards movement of her body and topping it all; her absolute enjoyment of the cascading moment of complete womanly fulfilment.

The prick in her arse was in her deep, and Damien burrowed manically into her coochie too, but the true deepness of the moment was in her bloody eyes...she was being fucked beyond her own wide experiences...

Sarah-Jane became aware of her central performance status and unleashed the dirty talk like a fuckin pro. “Faster you two bastards...Deep you filthy sods” but it was when she moaned and groaned that she truly captivated everyone...so naturally expressively dirty...hedonistic amplification of pleasure through the sounds of sex...the joy of sex...her quick breathing now bordering on hyperventilation ....she was glowing...her eyes glazed ...her body was building a mammoth sweaty flush...

Every body has an untapped capacity it’s just when and where it taken...it was being taken here by Sarah-Jane and Damien was sharing in her pleasure and equally sharing his wife’s arse at the same time...

Sarah Jane was entering sexual euphoria; awareness and unawareness blurring in buzzing pleasure combined; as her cognizant capacity for self bliss kept climbing...then the gripping muscular contractions hit her and her high pitched squeally yelps were amazing to hear...her orgasm cavalcaded across the room, guttural and decadent like a fulsome soapy massage, but in herself it went deeper and luxuriant like a bath bomb, profligate and totally filling as jizz rocketed in her arse and shuddered into her cum soaked pussy cavity.

Well as Sarah and Damien relaxed for a moment; the smell of their own sexual endeavours were quickly masked by a room full of degenerate, debauched, dissolute action, very humanely self indulgent ...so much satisfaction everywhere...pleasure uncapped...bodily contentment not the issue...the limits of delight were being sought and demanded ... maximum climaxes were expected from all and it had all been set in motion by a wife’s uninhibited libido...

Combinations of fruitful enjoyment dominated the grand old ballroom...cocks were being sucked...arses were being pounded and pussy’s were getting their natural fill...but there were women to spare...and a different brunette and blonde were soon pawing over Sarah-Jane and manipulating Damien into fondling them both as a new sexual combination emerged in the room. As Sarah –Jane was about to find out at her first orgy...the night was only getting started...

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THE END!

Katie Louise "Centrepiece:Pt2"

MY GYM TUTOR:PT1 by MEGAN

I did something very naughty last week. It really was quite terrible and I wouldn’t recommend doing it. However, there was really no way around it. I had not been dressing for gym class for the last four months. I was given zeros for each day I wasn’t prepared.

I had already done the detention route several times. I knew that my teacher wasn't happy and did talk about a possible suspension. He had asked me to come after college to discuss the situation. I needed to come up with a way to get good grades. I was planning to suggest sex for good grades. I was basically desperate and willing to do anything at this point.

I don’t like gym class and hate dressing in front of the other girls. Sometimes, the girls will take pictures on their phones when we are getting dressed. The main reason is I just don’t like it. We start the day with exercises and then its two laps around the track. After that’s done, we start the activity of the day which can be soccer, football, or basketball. I’m fucking exhausted by the time the activity is to start.

My name is Jamie and I planned on showing him all my attributes. He was going to be shown all the things that I was good at. I believed, once he saw what I could do, good grades would be in the cards for me. What man wouldn’t want to have sex with a sexy and experienced eighteen year old? I’m of legal age, so it wouldn't be like having sex with a minor.

I couldn’t have a bad grade which would mess up my grade point average. Mr. Shadow's wouldn’t know what hit him. I planned on getting my way and getting good grades. Sometimes, a girl has to be a slut to get what she wants.

The day of my meeting, I wore a denim mini-skit with a tight, low cut shirt. I wore a white thong and my sandals. I planned on seducing Mr. Shadow's and convincing him to give me a good grade. I'll go over all the details that happened that day.

College had ended and I needed to go down to Mr. Shadow’s office. Our meeting was starting at one forty-five. I stopped into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on some red lipstick. I wanted to look perfect for our meeting.

I looked amazing and proceeded to the gym area. His office is in the back. There were no sports going on that day. I knew I had a few hours to sway him into giving me a good mark.

Knock, Knock

“Come in! The door is open.”

I opened the door and proceeded into Mr. Shadow’s office.

“Miss Wilson, please sit down. You do know the reason why you’re here?”

I walked very slowly into his office making sure to wiggle my ass. I knew I looked really hot and could already see his eyes staring at my breasts. I then sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

“I’m here, because I continue to not dress for gym class.”

“That’s correct. You have missed gym glass at least three days a week for the last several months. Is there any reason for this behavior?”

“I have really bad periods and the cramping is really bad.”

“Perhaps, you could have your mother write you a note. I do understand when girls are not feeling well. Your period would only be for one week out of the month. What is your excuse for the rest of the time?”

“It’s just that my breasts are very tender and they hurt when I have to run so much. I have a really big chest and when they’re so tender they hurt.”

“Have your mother buy you a sports bra. What are your other excuses?”

“A lot of the times, I have pre-menstrual issues.”

“Miss Wilson, most of these excuses could all be cleared up with a note from your mother and/or doctor. Have your mother take you to the doctor to get a doctor’s note. Like I said, these issues just happen maybe two weeks out of the whole month. As it is you, have missed so many classes that I’ll have to fail you.”

I then stood up and walked over to the edge of his desk and sat down. I parted my legs so he could see my white thong.

“What are you doing, Miss Wilson? Please go back to the chair.”

“I was thinking that perhaps you could give me an “A” and I could provide a service to you. I’m pretty good in the sexual department.”

“Miss Wilson, that kind of behavior would be totally inappropriate. I could lose my job. What are you suggesting?”

“Well I’ve been told that I suck a mean cock. I could show you my sucking skills. I won’t tell anybody about our little meeting. I’ve also been told that I’m a pretty good fuck. I’ll even let you fuck my asshole. I bet you would like that?”

Mr. Shadow's just stared at me and started to loosen a few buttons on his shirt. He listened to everything I said. He kind of had a horny look on his face.

“How about we have a little fun together and then you could change my grades. I promise not to tell anybody. You might even have a little fun."

“I could definitely lose my job over this.”

I then stood up and started to take off my clothes. I removed my shirt and my breasts were full and firm. I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was left in my white thong and sandals.

“Miss Wilson, what are you doing? Put your clothes on at once. This is not appropriate behavior.”

“You know you want me. I see you looking at me in the gym.”

I then climbed on his chair and put my breasts in his face. I put his hands on my waist.

“Come on! Don’t you love my breasts? Feel my ass. I’m eighteen years old. I bet you’d like some teen pussy. I promise you, I get very wet.”

TO BE CONTINUED!

Megan "My Gym Tutor:Pt1"

STUDENT FANTASY by LEAH

My name is Alexis, better known as Lex. I’ve just turned 18 this past week, and I’m pretty tall for my age at 5”8. I have auburn hair that rests nicely atop my C cup tits and hazel eyes. Although I’m only 18, I’m a very sexual person and I always tend to go for people much older than me – almost always teachers. But, obviously, doing anything with a teacher is illegal. We’ve flirted back and forth before but that’s as far as I’ve ever gotten. So you could imagine my surprise when a beautiful young woman made her way into my Art class and she wasn't a teacher. She was a student teacher - or rather a 20 something year old student from the city’s university interested in teaching, but not yet legally a teacher.

She had shoulder-length light brown hair and the tips were dyed a faded red to the point it almost looked pink, her eyes were big and blue and her lips matched her faded red/pink hair. When I first met her, she was wearing a deep blue skinny jeans, black chunky heels and a dark red plaid top that accentuated her boobs, which seemed too big for a C cup, but too small to be D’s. I walked into the classroom one Friday, and there she was. I felt like a hot mess next to her in my short navy tartan skirt, white button up shirt, ripped stockings and boots. “Who’s that?” I immediately asked my teacher, Mr. Callum, as I sat down. “That’s the student teacher, Miss Rose.” She smiled the prettiest smile I’ve seen in my life and I sank into my chair. Over the next few weeks, nothing really happened. Ms. Rose seemed pretty quiet and shy and actually had a bit of trouble controlling our rowdy class. She seemed like an innocent, shy woman until one day mid-Autumn…

We were working on clay models; modeling after some artist I can’t remember. My friend Danni knew I had a crush on the student teacher, and would give me looks whenever Miss Rose and I interacted. I was busily carving away at my piece when she came up behind me. “How is it coming along?” she asked sweetly. I was digging into the side of the clay with my tool, not paying attention but rather shooting daggers at Danni with my eyes. She was trying her best to hold in her laughter while I went red. “Umm, it’s alright. I guess I’m a bit rough,” I replied sheepishly, realizing that I had carved a really jagged edge into the side of my model. And I kid you not, she replied back with the softest voice, “That’s okay, its better when it’s rough,” ran her hand along the back of my hair and left. Well what the hell was I supposed to do with that? When class ended, as usual I was left to do the cleaning up. The other kids in my art class were lazy as hell and literally didn’t do a thing when it came to packing up. So there I was after the bell, cleaning off sculpting tools when Mr. Callum said, “Hey, Lisa I’ll be back I’m just getting lunch. Are you okay here?” “Yep,” I heard her reply, and with that we were alone. I turned my back to her in sudden shyness.

Like I mentioned before, I am a very sexualized person and the last thing I lack is confidence. But something about Miss Rose made me weak. I pretended to keep cleaning the clay tools but we both knew they were done. So she walked up behind me – her heels clicking on the floor – and leant forward on the bench next to me. “Do you need some help putting those back in the storage room?” She kept her eyes locked on mine until I nodded. She smirked and grabbed a box, heading towards the storage room. The storage room was connected to the back of the classroom; a small closed off room filled with shelves, cupboards and a table. I followed her in and she turned on the light. Before I knew it she had dropped the box of tools on the ground with a loud smash and crashed her lips onto mine – throwing her arms around me. My hands gave way underneath the box in shock, and it too fell with a smash. I immediately returned the kiss, softly moving her hair back behind her ears.

She softly nudged me towards the table and sat me down on the edge, lining my lips with her tongue. I allowed her tongue entrance as it fought for dominance over my mouth. Her breath was heavy against me. “Take this off,” she muttered, tugging at my shirt hungrily. I began unbuttoning the shirt, but eventually became too impatient and ripped it away, revealing my black bra with the tiny bow. She stood back and seemed to like what she saw. “Cute,” she commented, smiling. I kicked off my boots and she continued to unravel my tights down my legs. I went to slip off my skirt but she stopped me. “Uh uh,” she said, almost breathless. “Leave that on, it’s hot!” She then opened her shirt to reveal a white lace bra, and removed the rest of her clothes to show her black panties underneath. “You’re so fucking hot,” I told her honestly. We continued to hold each other close, kissing passionately as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I ran my hand across her firm tits, and fumbled at her back trying to undo her bra, while she went slid her hand under my skirt. I finally unclasped the bra and was treated to beautiful round full tits with the pinkest nipples. No sooner was I taking one of her tits between my lips than was pulling aside my panties and running her fingers up and down my slit.

I shuddered into her and continued to massage her tits in my hands. I ran my hand down her flat stomach and ran my fingers softly over her panties, which had a small wet patch on the center. I slid my hand down her front into her panties and began pumping two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. “Fuck,” she gasped as I entered her. She worked her finger faster on my clit and began pushing her hips against me as I fingered her. We began to grind with our hands in each other’s panties, thrusting vigorously through moans and sighs. Suddenly she grabbed my hand, moving it away from her, and she dropped to her knees. She pulled off my completely soaked panties and ran her tongue across my clit. “Fuck me!” I shivered, my body rolling with pleasure. I looked down to see her working away on her own pussy as well as my own. This sent me over the edge. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum!” I sighed loudly. “Excuse me!” Everything stopped. Mr. Callum was standing in the doorway of the storage room, not looking very impressed.

THE END!

Leah "Student Fantasy"

My First Threesome 

I love sex. I love having my pussy licked. I love riding a nice, big dick. I always wanted to fuck a girl
and a guy at the same time, and I got that opportunity my freshman year of college.
It was spring. My roommate and I were on our way to a frat party downtown. I was wearing a tight red
dress with black heels. I’m a curvy girl, five foot six inches with a round ass and 36DD boobs. I have
long brown hair, brown almond-shaped eyes, and full lips. Guys always tell me that they’d love to see
my lips wrapped around their dick.

The party was fun. I had lots to drink, and made a new friend, Erica. She was a sophomore with
blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a huge ass. She had a small chest, but she had legs for miles and
was hot. She was wearing tight jeans with a white tank top. Her nipples were pointing out of her shirt.
After taking lots of shots with her, we wound up on the dance floor, dancing and grinding on each
other.
I was facing her, one arm wrapped around her neck, the other in the air. Her hands were rubbing up
and down my thighs, sometimes reaching up, rubbing the edge of my panties. Our boobs were
pressing and rubbing against each other, and my pussy was dripping for her. I pinched her nipple
between my fingers and I slipped my other hand behind her, rubbing her ass.

I whispered in her ear, “I’m so fucking hot for you.” My breath was hot on her skin, and we were both
sweaty from dancing.
She grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I was looking up at her. She put her mouth right on my
ear. “Let’s go upstairs.” Her voice was husky. She slipped her hand back into my dress, feeling how
wet my panties were. “I bet you taste so fucking good.”

I grasped her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. I stopped at the bottom of the steps. “I have an
idea,” I said. She was biting her lip, listening. “Let’s pick a guy, make his night.”
Erica smiled, nodding her head. There were lots of hot guys around. I spotted one with shaggy blond
hair andbroad shoulders in a tight shirt. I pointed him out. Erica nodded.
We walked towards him, still hand in hand. He spotted us right before we reached him, and he
smiled, revealing a dimple in his right cheek. “Hey, girls,” he said. “I’m Jake.” He took a sip of his
drink, looking us up and down. Erica spoke first.

“I’m Erica,” she said. “This is Gianna.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back, taking a step closer.
Erica pulled the both of us closer. “We have a proposition for you.”
Jake looked excited, a bulge already growing in his pants. “What do you ladies have in mind?”
I took another step closer, pressing my chest against him. “We want to have a threesome.” I said.
“With you.” I bite my bottom lip, looking at him through my lashes.
Jake looked surprised, but his smile was so wide I could count his teeth. “Uh,” he said. “Hell yes.”
I took his hand, leading him towards the stairs. We all climb them, Erica and I smiling at each other
while Jake grabs both of our asses. We reach an empty bedroom and I lock the door behind us. I
grab Erica’s hand. “You watch first,” I said to Jake. “We play.”

Erica sat on the bed. I walked toward her, slipping my panties down my legs as I did. Jake sat in a
chair next to the bed, rubbing his cock through his jeans. I straddled Erica’s lap, my dress riding up,
showing my ass and pussy. Erica was licking between my tits while I rubbed my pussy on her thigh.
Her mouth finally met mine, and I sucked her tongue. I moaned against her lips. I pulled away from
her, both of us panting. I whispered in her ear. “Finger me.” I kissed her below her ear, making her
shiver. “Make me cum.”

I sat up, my chest level with Erica’s face. She slipped two fingers into my pussy. She used her thumb
to rub my hard clit. I bucked my hips forward.
“You’re so fucking tight,” she said, biting at my nipples through my dress. I rested my hands on her
shoulders, rocking my hips while she thrust into my cunt. I bit my lip, staring right at Jake while he
jerked off in the corner. His dick was rock hard. This turned me on more.
“Jake,” I said, getting his attention. “I want you to fuck me,” He smiled. “Hard,” I said, turning my
attention back to Erica.
She was using her other hand, circling my asshole with her finger. I bent down to her ear, nibbling on
the lobe. “Yeah, baby. Finger my asshole.” She moaned in response and pushed her finger in,
making me moan and rock my hips harder.

Suddenly, I stood up. I grabbed the hem of my dress, yanking it up. Erica did the same with her shirt,
exposing her perky tits. I got back on top of her and sucked hard on her nipples, making her arch her
back and moan my name. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans, slipping my hand into her
pants. She wasn’t wearing any panties. “You dirty little slut.” I said, biting her nipple. She screamed. I
rubbed her clit with my fingers, fast and hard. I stood again. “You need to be punished for that.”
I pulled her jeans down and spread her knees. I dropped to my knees, licking up and down her thighs.
I nibbled on her pussy lips, licked the edges of her cunt, and teased her until she couldn’t take it
anymore. “Please, Gianna,” she said, her voice was breathy. “Lick my pussy.”

Her pussy was tight as I slipped my fingers into it. I started sucking her clit as she bucked her hips
wildly. I wrapped my arms around her hips, aggressively eating her pussy. She tasted so good. I
reached up, pinching her nipples hard.
Then, Jake was next to me, on his knees. His cock was huge, sticking straight out. I pulled back from
Erica’s pussy, my mouth wet with her juices. He kissed me hard. I reached down, rubbing his dick
with my hand. I lowered my head to his dick, licking his shaft up and down. He put his hand on the
back of my head, pushing my mouth onto his dick. “Good girl,” he said.

I bobbed my head up and down and he rubbed my ass. He slipped a finger into my pussy. I looked up
at him. His eyes were closed in pleasure and he was rocking his hips in time with my sucking. I pulled
away, spit dripping from his cock. It tasted so good. I lkissed him hard on the mouth and when we
pulled apart, I noticed Erica fingering her pussy, moaning loudly. Jake smiled, looking at her pink
pussy lips. “I want a turn,” he said.

While he got between her legs, I got back on top of her, kissing up her neck to her mouth. Our
tongues twisted together, our moans muffled by each other’s lips. When we pulled apart, Jake was
pulling a condom from his wallet, rolling it over his long, thick dick.
Erica looked at me with lust in her eyes. “Sit on my face,” she said.,“I want to taste you.”
She guided my hips over her face and I was facing Jake as he positioned himself between her legs. I
ground my pussy against her face, her tongue pushing in and out. Jake watched in awe.”You two are
so fucking hot,” he said. He pushed his dick into Erica’s tight pussy, making her moan against my
pussy lips.
Jake leaned forward and sucked on my nipples as he fucked Erica. I was gripping the back of his
head, moaning both of their names. I felt an orgasm build deep in my stomach. I rode Erica’s face
hard. and I screamed, “I’m gonna cum.”

Jake lifted his head away from my boobs and pulled his cock out of Erica. “I want you to cum on my
dick,” he said, pulling me off of Erica’s face.
Erica stood and kissed me. I tasted myself on her. Jake lay on the bed and I straddled his lap. Erica
looked at me as she sat on his face. I slipped Jake’s dick into my pussy and bounced up and down,
slowly at first, and then faster. I knew I would cum soon and I rubbed my clit as Jake thrust up into
me. Erica’s eyes were closed as she writhed over Jake’s mouth.

“I’m cumming,” I yelled. My orgasm shook my whole body, my sweet nectar flowing all over Jake’s
rigid cock. I rocked back and forth, moaning Jake’s name, then Erica’s. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Erica started squirting on Jake’s face, screaming his name. “Yes,” she yelled. “Holy shit, yes, Jake!”
Then, Jake rolled over, flipping us both over. He stood between my legs, pumping his dick hard and
fast. His cum shot out, landing on my pussy lips and my lower stomach. Erica leaned down to lick it
clean as Jake collapsed next to us on the bed.
When he caught his breath, he leaned up on an elbow. “You guys are a lot of fun,” he said.

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THE END!

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