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"You still trying to seduce my husband?" Mrs. Anderson whispered. "I thought I
told you to fill up those cups with ice?"
Sara jumped. The older woman had snuck up right behind her, pinning her to the
table without making a sound.
"I'm not - I'm not" Sara stammered. "Sed. . ." The thought had never crossed her
mind. Mr. Anderson wasn't just her husband's boss. He was also an ugly and
obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy features and breath were any indication, his
fat, lazy, and domineering wife had driven him to the bot... Continue»
I was sitting in my wheelchair and waiting for my handi-transit Van to arrive. I was sipping back my coffee and this lady approached me and said "Have you watched "The Biggest Loser?" I said back to her "Yes, and I'm looking at one right now" She was lost for words and she just turned around and left. I've had some stupid remarks from strangers in regards to my size and I don't know why people like that come up to me or other larger folks with comments or qquestions about your weight when it's clearly none of thier business. I would never ever go u... Continue»
I am in a restaurant with my Master beside me.we are with a group of vanilla friends and f****y but we only have eyes for each other.i am trying to concentrate on the conversation but Master is distracting me ...under the table......of course i started it by teasing his cock with my fingers as i chatted with the others like nothing was happening...enjoying the feel of his cock getting harder and harder then i glance over to him with an evil smile on my lips and now i am paying for it.
Masters hand is between my legs and is pulling my skirt up higher and higher under the table. i am grat... Continue»
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TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the quiet
upper middle class, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's
house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to
hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the
skirt was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for
Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress.
Part of his new responsibilities in... Continue»
It was the weekend before her birthday. They were having
breakfast out on the patio since it was a beautiful if slightly chill
morning. He smiled at her over his coffee. "What would you like for
your birthday, my love?"
She looked down, blushing slightly. She had been thinking
about this for weeks, ever since she decided he was the one for her
and that she really wanted nothing better than to please him. She
finally looked up at him and smiled shyly, "I want to be yours.
Utterly and completely."
His playful smile vanished briefly to be replaced by... Continue»
My wife and I had been fighting. Serious fighting. We were both
to the point where we had
stopped the anger and had begun serious discussions about getting
divorced. Looking back on this now,
it's hard for me to see who was really right and who was really wrong.
I'm not sure I can even tell you
who was mad about what. For about a month we just kind of co-existed,
neither of us talking much; only
when absolutely necessary. Then Megan said she wanted to give it one more
"Jason, let's try one more thing. Let's both take a week o... Continue»
It is three months since my first appointment with the doctor. Our meeting resulted from a recommendation by a mutual acquaintance. Such is the doctor's esteem and so distinguished are her clients – she abhors the term 'patients' – that I was surprised that she wanted to see me. But she did, and now each Wednesday's visit is the keystone around which I build my week. An oasis of calm during which I can unburden myself of my cares and concerns, as she sits and listens and helps me to a better understanding of myself.
I always arrive early for each session bec... Continue»
Me and my little s****r is playing checkers on the floor of our bedroom.she would lift her skirt to show me her KITTY.Mom came into check on us like clock work.she said I'm going next door to visit our neighbors. my s****r jumped up to make sure she was gone.when s*s came back she stood over so i could look up her skirt.then she lifted it and said my Kitty hurts kiss it and make it feel better please.I started licking her little button,and licking her tight little slit.i reached up and grab her naked ass,so she could not get away.that little pussy was getting wet.she started to moan.she g... Continue»
I have just returned from an eventful holiday in Sweden. This is the third of a few reports from a fantastic week in a wonderful country, with beautiful people.
The morning sun lit up the bedroom with a warm glow, slightly diffused by the curtains but still remarkably bright. I blinked awake and almost groaned as a dull ache in my chest reminded me that I had not taken supported my ample breasts with a bra last night and the weight of them had stretched my muscles. I then smiled and sighed with pleasure as I remembered what I had got up to last night. I turned over in the bed expecting to f... Continue»
Some nights were more miserable than others. The heat in the dorm only abated slightly at nights. The flimsy shades did little to keep out the powerful orange floodlights outside. Amaya had brought her pillow from home but it didn’t make up for the hardness of her university issued bed. sl**ping was a constant struggle.
Then there was the complication of Amaya’s roommate, Helen. During the week, Helen would arrive late at night, waking Amaya up from whatever hard fought sl**p she had managed to get. She always brought her boyfriend, and more times than not, they would fuck befor... Continue»
My second story
Working in a coffee shop
A true stroy....
It was a cool cloudy day. Amanda, Danielle, Cole, James, and I were working at a local coffee shop. The little bell rang as the door opened. "Hey guys I'll have a marshmellow latte." It was clyde, Orange hair, brown eyes, and wearing a plad orangey shirt. "Who wheres plad anymore?" James said. "You know what dont judge me" James and Cole laughed. As for Amanda, Danielle and I, we were wearing A green and white blouse, short ruffled skirt, and knee high socks. Cole starred at us and laughed as he... Continue»
Krystall had been in contact with Me for a while chatting about fantasy's & experience, which I'd used as inspiration for short stories & photo sets, which I sent you & we had built up a great deal of trust even though we'd never met. When you admitted to your darkest fantasy, things had taken an interesting turn though.
You'd always wanted to be taken by f***e by an unknown assailant who would use you as he wished with you having no safe word, no way out. It had shocked you when I'd asked if you'd ever thought of turning it into reality. The twinge... Continue»
"You know, I wanted that once you see how a woman looks like, if you have splashed her mouth." At that moment it seemed to me a second time and I sprayed her breasts.
She got up, turned around, and to the delight of all the other customers, walked right back behind the bar.... Continue»
Looking for someone to fuck tonight.... Continue»
I worked for a bank's retail banking division as a personal banker for one year as that was all my health could stomach. I was bullied and abused by my direct manager as I was the only personal banker in this specific branch. But she had nice tits.
They treat their employees like slaves and puts unrealistic demands on them to quantify their shortcomings further up the ladder. They have conflicting goals that only hurt the customer and put sales goals and numbers ahead of customer satisfaction every time. When I was hired, I had never met another human being as awful as my boss. She wou... Continue»
My 2nd Story:
The Creation Of The Vagina
There were seven wise men so fine.
creating a pussy to thier design.
The first was a butcher, Short and wit, using a knife he created a slit.
The second was a sculptor, strong and bold, using a hammer and chisel he created a hole.
The third was a hunter, short and stout, using the fur of a fox he lined it without.
The fourth was a fisherman, nasty as hell, he threw in a fish giving it the smell.
The fifth was a chef, short and big around the waste, he sprinkled some salt giving it a salty taste.
The sixith was a milk man, Tall and thin, he ... Continue»
Moving between Jason and Flora, the stranger turned off the treadmill
and vibrating massager. As they looked up in surprise, he smiled.
"Hello," he said, and then frowned as Flora shook her head wearily.
Though her worst fears had come true; a stranger was in their house
while she was helplessly trapped in Mandy's devilish equipment, she was
too exhausted from her ordeal to do anything but relax within her
bondage, taking advantage of the relief from the insidious treadmill.
Of course, her relaxing was visible only as a bend at the knees, since... Continue»
I had a Colombian girl - Rozia. She was slim with smooth tanned skin. She had a sweet smile, warm mouth, boobs to die for, and hips made to lure men to her inner thighs. When her thighs were parted and naked they revealed her shaven seventh heaven with a clit that, when aroused, stood taut and ready to trade orgasms with a thrusting cock. In short, she was woman! Rozia lived with a Colombian f****y in a tenement block where I used to take her home every night after we first met. We'd kiss and feel each other as we stood by the front door til she was really horny and I had a solid hard on ... Continue»
Mohan and his f****y moved into the house next door when we were both 9 years old and we've been best friends ever since. I've always thought that we were like mirror images: we sort of look the same, he have one older b*****r and a younger s****r, I have three younger s****r; we have normal, boring parents our houses look alike, a pair of large, , two-story homes in the middle of a crowded street in one of biratnagar.
But if we are mirror images, mohan is the real one; I'm the reflection. He leads, I follow. He seems to speed through life without effort; I can only plod alon... Continue»
I do speak fluent Spanish and it helps getting the point across.
I do like slim women from most parts of the world exclude Africa or Asia but the rest is all good.
I often have traveled in Latin Countries and I often hit the red zone as you might say. Most of the chicks are pretty gross but there are the share of beauties. I have to say no a dozen times before I find a girl I like. I can tell pretty quick which ones really are not cut out for that kind of work and those are the ones I go for.
There is often a great selection and I often chose face build how they are dressed and so ... Continue»