I had told her I wanted her to look like the slut she was when we went out to dinner, and she had promised me she would. It was still a shock when I saw her. She wore a lovely dress, with a flared skirt – that was about 3 inches too short! From where I was, sitting in the car, I could see her naked pussy flashing me from under the hem of her dress when she walked. I began to wonder if we were going to wind up in jail toni...

It was about 4:00 pm on Friday, and I was sitting in my office of the rapidly growing and successful high tech company I work for in Silicon Valley. I was so distracted that I could not concentrate on work. I knew my husband Dave had to work all weekend, and it was up to me to see what kind of fun I could find, or trouble I could get into. I realized this would involve being on my own, and possibly (okay, hopefully) havin...

He pulled the t-shirt over my head and picked up the shorts I had been wearing, leaving me naked, standing in the corridor… Preparations: Marta When Sir finally allowed me to escape into my condo, I closed the door behind me, made sure it was locked, then collapsed against it. I was a mess. Being in the familiar surroundings of home made it all seem unreal, somehow. My body was still massively excited by masturbating in t...

He was silent for quite some time, then leaned down and kissed me, softly pushing his tongue into my mouth. I welcomed his tongue with mine, shivering all the while. He broke, pulled back, and whispered, “You may cum now…”. Climax: Sir Her body went rigid in my hands. Her legs, which had been apart and bent at the knees, came together, like a vice around the hand I had in her cunt, crushing it, and her legs straightened....

It was a Saturday evening in Los Angeles, the last night after a long and eventful two-day business trip to Los Angeles with my husband Dave. I had accompanied him on this trip so we could spend some fun time together when he wasn’t working. It had definitely been exciting so far and involved several new sexual and exhibitionistic experiences for me.I’m Mandi, and I’m twenty-three. Dave is twenty-five. It had only been a...

“So,” he said, looking me up and down, “the cheerleader wants to be my slut.” I stood still as he walked around me. “Hunh. I don’t think so.” **** He had a rep around school, and not in a good way. But it was in the way I wanted. The talk in the girls’ room was that he forced girls to do sick, perverted things, and laughed at them when they did. That he treated them like shit, expected them to kiss his ass, kiss his feet,...

The long dark tendrils of sleep were slowly but surely being driven away by the gradual invasion of awareness. I finally began to stir. As I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to postpone the inevitable arrival of wakefulness, I gradually became aware of a sense of contentment.I also became aware that I was lying in a bed that did not feel like my own. I forced myself to open my eyes and was immediately struck by the u...

“You’ve got cum in your hair again!” “Have I? Hee-hee!” “Good night, was it?” “The best!” “Well?” “We played forfeits; I kept losing. Silly me!” “You’re such a slut!” “Yes!” “Sooo... What happened?” “First, they all took turns spanking me.” “You probably deserved it.” “Of course! Then, I sucked off the boys.” “Mmm—lucky you…” “The girls demanded a good licking.” “Pussy or ass?” “Both! Then it got really messy! Cum everywh...