“Hey mum,” said Tobias, as he closed the door behind him. “Hey love. How was your shift?” “Oh, fine, fine. Listen, I’m going out tonight, OK?” Eliska froze. Could tonight be the night? “Oh, that sounds fun. Will you be late?” “I’ll be out a while, so I’ll keep quiet when I get back.” “OK, love.” Tobias bustled around his room, got dressed, and had dinner. As he did so, Eliska texted her best friend, Anna. “He’s going out...
Priscilla descended the staircase with the eyes of fifty or sixty people upon her. She was in a white gown that contrasted against her deep brown skin. Her substantial décolletage was on display, and her dress opened between her legs, revealing her white, ribbed stockings, held in place with Carolina-blue ribbons. Some saw a slave. Some saw a whore. At least one saw the most important spy in America. ~.~ North America was...
Ever since shagging my wife, as she sucked on a stranger’s cock, my mind has been obsessed with sexual images. Truthfully, horny ideas have occupied a front seat in my imagination since my late teens. Is this normal? With my wife, Melanie, I enjoy a healthy sex life. We both value the innocence and growth we’ve had as life partners and are happy to have no other lovers in our history. She is satisfied with sex three to fo...
After my time with Kim, I went back to work still smelling her cum on my clothes. Fortunately, it was a slow afternoon, and I didn't have to deal with too many customers in person. Walking in the door at home, Susan seemed very eager to hear about our 'lunch.' As I gave her the details, she moved me and the machine toward our bedroom. Once she had me there, Susan closed and locked the door. Then, removing her clothes like...
I kind of expected what we saw, but whenever I do, it never fails to excite me. They were both sitting on the couch. They both wore nothing but thigh-high stockings and high heels. They both had their legs spread with Terry's right leg over Mary's left. They had a hand in each other's pussy. “Mary tells me that she didn’t have a chance to finish my husband off. Well, she’s going to do that right now, and Don and I are goi...
Terry came down about a half-hour later looking more like herself. Thigh-highs. That’s all. “Well, that was different. I can’t believe I got that carried away.” “Ah, you think that Bubba had anything to do with it?” “Good point. Yeah, I’ve only used him one other time, when you were on the road for a week. I had some time for my pussy to return to normal.” “No problem. I’ll just use your ass for a while.” “Ow. Only if you...
If you didn’t know, I’m A retired engineer. I worked in the aerospace industry Primarily working with jet engines, so it wasn't a surprise when a friend of mine called me to ask me if I would be interested in looking at a design he had. Don came over to the house that evening. After getting him a beer, we sat at the kitchen table where he pulled out all of his drawings and notes. It turns out that the machine he designe...
“Harder!” she urged. “Faster!” Felicia’s hands were on his buttocks, pulling him into her. Perspiration soaked his forehead as Ben tried his best to rise to his wife’s desires. It was never enough. “Harder! Faster!” Any faster and they’d have to call an ambulance. Besides, the speed at which he was going ensured that a premature conclusion was all but inevitable. With Felicia clawing at him, doing all she could to force h...
I trained the camera on each of Pippa’s limbs one after the other, making sure her husband got a good view of her manacled wrists and ankles and the chains binding her to the bed. His voice was unsteady. “What’s… what’s going to happen to her?” I didn’t bother to answer, instead, I focused on the lipstick scrawl my wife had applied to the insides of Pippa’s thighs, “NEEDY FUCK HOLE” (arrows pointing to the spot). Moving t...
Reaming Sharon's restrictive pucker was something that I've always wanted to do. But she'd never let us slip more than two fingers inside and never past the second knuckle. That was only accomplished after extensive amounts of lube and some serious clitoral stimulation. But, with her so clearly enjoying Linda's slippery gap, I figured it was my chance to abuse her rectum. I raised her hips as she did mine. However, I...
There are few things that upset me more than a client who comes to me at the last minute. And right now I am pretty upset. The annual party for the local BDSM club in which I am actually a member was coming up and I already had more than enough work to do. But as the date got close, I got multiple texts, emails, and voice mails all of which began, “W, would it be possible...” Some wanted rather standard equipment but want...
Thirty-seven-year-old Angela was awake as usual at seven-thirty and was looking forward to her day shopping and meeting her friends at the restaurant at the mall. Before that, though, she had her meeting with Miss Strictwell. As she threw the bedclothes off and swung her legs on to the floor and walked towards the bathroom she thought about her meeting which would be straight after breakfast. She knew to stay in her short...
Newlywed Janine Delvittio had a problem. It wasn’t much of a problem for her, but it was a giant problem for her mother who kept bugging her about it. “How could a wife not know where her husband works?” her mother would practically yell at her every time they talked. Back when they were dating, Bruce had told her that he was in a combination of sales and management at a small, family-owned business. When she asked what t...
I should have known there was something off about the advert. Volunteers wanted for a research facility not far from where I live, something about orgone energy research and a generous payout to compensate people for their time. Sure my friend Paul had already mentioned some shady goings-on there, but this was a guy who thought that conspiracy forums were a reliable source of information so I could ignore anything he said...
Marcella Henry was sitting at the PLATO’s night monitoring console. As usual, she was naked. Her legs were spread wide for the camera beneath her desk, and her hand was between her legs softly stroking her slit. Meanwhile, Richard– Doctor Mueller– was in the Growth Processing Room lying on one of the strange tables. At least that’s where his body was. His mind was standing in a green meadow having a complex discussion wit...
