Mature Porn Stories Page 386
I got up for wrok the next day, and called Della to hear what arrangements she made to get her car repaired. She answered on the first ring, and said, "I called the mechanic, but I have the keys in my purse, so he can't unlock it...now that was dumb," I laughed and told her I would pick her up and we could meet the tow truck at her car. "Oh...thanks," she said, "I'll be ready."
I arrived at her house about thirty minutes later, and she was ready to go. She looked as attractive as the night before, and was wearing a green loose-fitting sundress with a top which couldn't quite conceal her bus... Continue»
I’ve lived in this second story apartment for three months now and finally have it furnished comfortably: big screen TV, Wi-Fi, couple of big leather recliners for football games. In one corner, I even have a little bar that I bought at an estate auction. Art of my own choice hangs on the walls—ex-wife be-damned.
And, since I do a lot of work from home, as this apartment is a one bedroom, one bath with a study, I also have a nice work space with desktop and laptop computers, little TV for the news and a window view of the lazy residential street called Hallmark Lane.
All in all, it’s... Continue»
ANNA AND ERICA (a Lesbian tale)
Moscow was bitterly cold and windy. Erica could have chosen a nicer evening but no, she had no choice. Her cover was less and less credible to the authorities and she had to leave by the night train. She was hoping to see Anna one last time before she left. Erica hadn’t seen the Russian since that time in the club. The Embassy had ordered her back to the US. Maybe she would get a chance to come back and convince Anna to join her. This is a summary of the short but passionate relationship between Anna and Erica.
I have been fucking other men now for a few months at hubby's request. First I fucked Dave, and older gentleman, he was my first when this all started. Then i fucked a much older man at his house a couple of times and so lets just say im starting to like it more now. I am in my early 40's, hispanic and mother of three. I am 5'0 and i am a 34DD. My hubby and i have always had a great sex life i so i cannot complain about that at all. It was his idea for me to start having sex with other men and to be honest at first i thought it was the craziest thing ever. A married woman and a mother has no b... Continue»
"Hey hon, what you doing?" asked Alan.
"Off to the gym babe, I've been couped up inside all day and just need to do some exercise, hey want to join me?" replied Jessica.
"Oh Jessica you I'm not really into the gym, maybe next time," replied Alan grabbing another handful of chips from the bowl.
'No way, not this time. You're coming with me and I won't take no for answer. You know how hot working out gets me....I promise to be good when we get back home," said Jessica now rubbing her hands across Alan's chest before reaching down and grabbing Alan by his cock.
"Oh OK hon, just give m... Continue»
I was in a foul mood.
I wasn’t dressed for running errands. In my opinion you
don’t run errands in black nylons, a long, black, stretchy
skirt and an oversized white tunic shirt knotted at hip
level. It helped that I wore white tennis shoes, but I still
felt overdressed. I also hate skirts, not to mention nylons.
This pair’s suspender-style; technically, crotchless. And
they’re about a size too small. I’m full figured so this
causes my legs to bulge over the top edge slightly. It was a
detail that didn’t matter when we were home or when I
wore pants. It became critical walking around... Continue»
As Demi moved towards the innocuous black-painted
double doors, Patricia’s words echoed in her mind.
‘Honestly, Dem, it’s an experience that’s out of this
world. It’s the closest you can get to heaven without
actually having sex. What have you got to lose?’
Nothing, Demi supposed, hesitating outside the doors.
Nothing whatsoever. She could certainly do with some
heaven in her life, particularly of the erotic variety. But
now she was actually here, her courage was failing her.
She hadn’t taken her clothes off in front of a man for a
very long time – particularly not a strange man. Eve... Continue»
I was 23 at that time, as I met this 32 yo woman. She was astonishing. She had a beautiful body, a bit round, but not plump at all, with nice round tits and pretty small feet. She was just perfect!
I was invited at her place one, and we had dinner (she was an excellent cook), and had a bottle of wine as well. I thought that I could stay overnight but at some point she indicated me that it would be better if I left. Which I did.
We saw each other for a couple of more times, but every time she indicated me that we could be just friends, nothing more. I accepted this, even though my Dick wa... Continue»
It’s Friday evening and as I load the dishwasher I try not
to think how weary I am feeling. Sam has had a busy day
too, I’ve heard about it over dinner, his unreliable office
staff and how the majority are taking time off due to
‘Stress!’ he exclaims, they’ve never done a day’s work
in their lives, how can they have stress?’
I turn the dial, it clicks and I hear the whoosh of water
beginning to fill the dishwasher. It’s a signal to Sam; he
will appear in the doorway and wink at me. I know this
because it’s Friday and for the greater part of our married
life we always have ... Continue»
‘What do you remember?’
She shook underneath me, looking up with those crystal
eyes. The uncertainty in them warred with sheer whorish
need. My hand shot forward, startled her, yanked her hair
with one deft jerk. Her mouth fell open. She panted. She
always panted when I did that.
‘I asked you a question.’
She took a breath. Swallowed. Tried to rein it in. My
cock jumped in my pants when she licked her lips. I could
read her mind, but I wanted her to tell me.
I shook her by the hair, threw her like a rag doll. She
yelped. Her nails dug into my thighs until I slapped her
hands away. ... Continue»
I’d never been one to believe that sex was necessarily
better with people you were in love with.
Sure, the idea was nice, and there was a little bit of the
hopeful romantic even in me that hoped it was true. But I
was also practical enough to know that you could have
mind-blowing sex with people you weren’t madly in love
with, or people you didn’t even like that much.
Great sex doesn’t have to make sense.
But I couldn’t understand why, when I finally found
someone I liked beyond breakfast, the sex wasn’t
knocking my socks off.
It wasn’t fair.
He was just a little vanilla for my tas... Continue»
He’d met her at a dinner party, one of those half-business,
half-pleasure things for the university that had filled too
much of his time that summer. The night was hot and
Midwest muggy, but for some reason they’d been led
outside for after-dinner drinks in the bugs and the
flickering light of the citronella torches. He first noticed
her then, pretty, tall but rounded with light brown hair and
hard green eyes, and he had watched her as she leaned
alone against a column on the shadowed patio while his
friends chattered around him about movies and health
clubs, watched until she had fi... Continue»
I recently read my husband version and this is my recollection of how it all started.
I´m not sure if it was my husband that made me a Black Cock Slut or if it was just waiting to happen, but either way it opened Pandora’s box.
I met Simon when he was 17 and I was 14. I had never had another boyfriend and not long after my 15th birthday we were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity.
I never really got on with birth control pills so it was condoms or withdrawal method. I always preferred the withdrawal as I hated the feel of condoms, so I was very pleased when Simon had the snip se... Continue»
Having worked at the company for almost three years and
having made no attempt to hide the fact that I was a
lesbian, I suppose that it didn’t come as much of a surprise
when one of the other women came over to ask me if I had
a lot of lesbian friends.
More than just idle curiosity, however, it turned out that
Sally was also a lesbian and that, to my initial horror, she
made a bit of extra cash holding sales parties in the
evenings and at weekends. But rather than selling Amway,
Tupperware or any of that rubbish, I actually breathed a
sigh of relief when she told me that she sold fet... Continue»
Although she would never admit it to anyone else, Claudia
was actually relieved when Mark died. Theirs had not
been what you would call a fulfilled marriage. She had
never been too keen on sex, so she could hardly complain
when he sought his pleasure elsewhere. But it was his
attempts to introduce her, convert her, to practices she
thought were just plain wrong that really annoyed her. I
mean, tying someone up before making love to them –
what was that all about?
‘At least he didn’t suffer,’ her s****r, Helen, said in an
effort to comfort her, though she didn’t need comforting.
His ... Continue»
John ‘Long’ Johnson held up a weather-browned hand,
bringing to a halt the six horsemen and women trailing
behind him. He pushed back his dusty, ten-gallon cowboy
hat and shaded his brow, squinting stinging sweat out of
his blazing blue eyes as he gazed down at the ramshackle
collection of wood frame buildings and homes that were
Dike City, Kansas. Shimmering waves of heat rose off the
sun-baked land below, and the sluggish Little Snake River,
which regularly overflowed its banks and the town’s
crudely constructed dykes, wound its way like a muddy
artery through the burnt-stubble hea... Continue»
It was only supposed to be a part-time cleaning job, a bit
of extra money to help pay off the credit card bills. After
all, it was common knowledge in the town where I lived
that Mrs Simmons was always looking for maids, cleaners
and other staff to help run her massive hilltop mansion.
But as you’ve probably guessed from the fact that I’m
taking the time to write this story, from the moment that I
arrived for my interview I could never have imagined
what would happen next, and I’m still not quite sure if it
Of course, if I’d even suspected that Mrs Simmons was
engaged in anythi... Continue»
The first thing he felt was the burning, the rawness, where
the ropes bit into his wrists and ankles. Next was the
throbbing. Though he was lying stiffly on his back, limbs
pulled taut, he felt as if he were riding a roller-coaster, his
head reeling. When his eyes fluttered open, a blur of
shapes and colours stung his corneas, and it took several
minutes before his vision sharpened enough to distinguish
His eyes darted around the room. When he saw the
Double Indemnity poster, there was a spark in his brain.
An apartment. Her apartment. But what was her name? He
couldn’t rem... Continue»
She was sitting in the middle of a stone circle, when I first
saw her. She sat cross-legged on the centre stone,
watching me calmly. She was naked; but that was the least
surprising thing about her. Though small and slim, she had
a luscious figure, flared hips and conical breasts with
sprawling aureoles. And her delicate complexion was of
Her face was weirdly beautiful, long and thin with a
snub-nose and full crimson lips, and her slanted eyes were
golden. Pointed ears poked through waist-length hair that
was a riot of red and blues, yellows and greens, and
colours I co... Continue»
I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just
how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a
blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses
dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a
different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the
sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet
to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the
glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.
I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I
can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen.
I sen... Continue»