Jeff had not done a bang-up job on the Crenshaw report. In fact, old Mr. Crenshaw had raked Jeff’s boss, Charla, over the coals for the report, and she was ready to bite nails when she called Jeff into her office. Charla told him in no uncertain terms to shape up or get the hell
He woke up with wood. The first sound that he heard was the sound of rain falling, and the sound of it must have triggered something inside him, a need he had. When he opened his eyes he looked down at himself, feeling the pressure of his need, and he saw his erection as he
A couple of years ago, my wife discovered that I enjoyed anal sex so much, I would do anything, or allow her to do anything she pleased, just to get my greedy ass fucked. Months ago she had decided that fucking my ass was something she could do whenever she wanted, however she wanted, and
Andrea Harris sat and stroked the big black cock as she watched another black man thrash her husband’s ass with a cane. There were welts all across his bare ass cheeks as Andrea let go of the cock and walked up to him, she pulled the duct tape from his mouth, “You won’t embarrass me
How I got my first wife Robin, to participate in a gangbang. She was reluctant at first, but an afternoon with my friends changed our lives. I’ve had this fantasy for years, and I’d talk about it with Robin, my wife. Robin at the time was 28, 5’2″ 34C-24-34, short auburn hair. One night I
I blinked, glancing at the digital clock displayed in the lower right corner of my laptop’s screen. I had been writing for a solid hour, lost in creating my account, only slightly edited, of Master and Mistress’s story. I was inspired by Vivian. She had written one book on what she had learned from Master
Nicoletta was in a foul mood, although a satisfied smile did curl her lips as she peered at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked damn good, she thought. She knew she had a good body, anybody would. Slim, five-seven, pretty face, glistening shoulder-length black hair, firm not-too-big tits, flat tummy, toned upper body and
“You… were… great” Colette whispered as she nuzzled my neck and planted little kisses behind my ear. I lifted my tired, sweaty body one last time, just high enough to kiss her on the lips. “I love you baby” I sighed, exhausted but contented. Colette didn’t repeat my statement, nor did she even acknowledge it.
Lisa watched her husband sleeping and cursed softly under her breath. It was Sunday morning and he had returned home early the night before. Lisa had just finished fingering herself off when John pulled into the driveway. After making him a big delicious meal, Lisa put on her sexiest nightgown, which even she had to
Lisa Mays was in a horny mood. Since moving to the middle-class suburb with her husband, John, she had seen less and less of him. And now she found herself horny as anything, wanting nothing more than to feel John’s lean body thrashing on hers as he fucked her silly. She decided to go for
Mom looked so angry with her fiery red hair and unnerving hazel eyes as she studied my face for guilt, shame, remorse or what I expect is trying so see if I was even her son anymore, or human for that matter. You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick in
Kathy woke with a start. She found herself in a small room laying nude on a soft mattress. She quickly clutched at the fabric looking for the covers but there were none. The walls of the room were painted a pastel green and the floor was padded like the mattress. She gasped when she turned
“What’ll you have, Miss?” the bartender asked looking directly at her huge tits pressing against the tight dress. “I’d like something strong. Would you suggest something to me? I don’t come in bars too often. Wait, I think I’ll have a screwdriver.” “OK but that’s not too strong. I recommend the house special, a Sling.”
My name is Teresa and I have an obsession with vibrators and other sex toys. I own 78 different dildo’s and 26 vibrators of many different sizes and shapes. Some of them are smooth and made of hard materials like metal or glass. Other’s are made of a slick rubbery substance. I even have one
Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous summer — the first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners — she had been there only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew little of the property. Thus she was able to enjoy the mysterious side trip as a genuine