"I Like To Dominate" read by Jenny

I had Mr. Texas lie down in the center of the bed in a dim light. I told him I would do unsexy things for a bit, as I requested first one limb and then another to stretch in a certain direction while I adjusted some velcro and nylon cuffs. Once I felt like there was a certain amount of tension, I tied his ankles and wrists stretched to the four separate corners of the bed.

I didn’t blindfold him right away. Being tied alone was a huge step for him and I kept the mantra of baby steps in my head the entire night. I straddled his body, allowed my lower lips to nestle around his already hard cock, felt his hips try and fail to rise up to push himself against my warmth. I smiled down at his face. I leaned forward and kissed his lips on his mouth, softly, then traced the tip of my tongue against the frame of his lips as his own tongue tried in vain to follow suit. I leaned up and his tongue still sought mine, but he couldn’t lean up any further. I winked at his sigh of frustration.

He was beginning to get the point, understanding the limits of his bondage. I crawled further up and raised my nipple to his mouth, allowing the pink bud to slip into his mouth and he softly suckled before I pulled up out of his reach. I swayed the hardened nipple just out of his reach, let him watch how close he was to having what he so desired.

He groaned in frustration. If there is one thing Mr. Texas loves and does not stop touching, it’s my breasts.

Beside his body, I had a long length of silk fabric and I glided it slowly across his body, starting at his knee, up the inside of his thigh, threading it under his hard shaft, up his chest and across his nipple, and across the front of his neck. It was the soft, colder sensation that I was starting with. Baby steps.

I gripped the fabric on either side of his neck and just left a bit of tension against his throat. I leaned forward to kiss him but hovered my lips just above his mouth. He leaned forward and increased the pressure against his throat to get his kiss.

Good, he didn’t mind a bit more pressure on his throat. I noted about how much he seemed comfortable with- was willing to do to himself, before rewarding him with a passionate kiss. I slid the fabric across his eyes, such a gentle caress to shut them with the silk.

“I’m going to blindfold you now. I’ll start the knot and adjust it to the side of your head and then re position it once we decide when it’s good,” I whispered down to him.

“Oh gosh,” he murmured when the fabric tightened around his eyes. I tied a knot, asked about the pressure, and then adjusted the knot more out of the way.

I gifted him with a nipple for handling the blindfold so well, letting my hardened bud settle against his lips so he could feel it before allowing his own sucking mouth to envelop around it. I let out a little sigh so he could hear my pleasure since he could no longer see it.

Then I began to kiss sporadic areas of his body so that he was surprised from one moment to the next where my mouth would be. I began with soft kisses but after a long while the kisses turned more into sucking nibbles. He would gasp from one moment to the next, strained to raise his hips every time my mouth would crash upon his erection.

I grabbed an ice cube from beside the nightstand and surprised his hot skin with the cold wet sensation. The next while was awakening his skin to the coldness or the contrast of an ice cube and a hot mouth when the ice cube melted before I went for another. His groans expressed how much he liked the sensation.

Baby steps.

I began scratching my nails into this skin, softly but then raked trails as my mouth alternated between hot and cold. I would only dig in when I was in a zone that he found pleasurable. “This pleasure with pain is completely new to me,” he muttered at one point, and I acknowledged that it was my intent to only hurt him when it also felt good.

Once I felt that my nails sufficiently warmed him, I straddled his hips and lowered so that just the tip entered me. I positioned myself in a squat position so that my body wouldn’t give away my intent and pulsed up and down on his tip for a few minutes, listened to his begging body cry out to be fully inside of me. I softly rolled the Wartenberg Wheel across his chest. He knew what it was already – I had shown him what was in my rope bag before tonight. I slammed my body down around his hardness while at the same time taking the wheel and letting the tines sink into his skin the same way my hips sank onto his own.

He arched as much as he could, his groan one of both satisfaction and pain. I raised myself up again and softly bounced up and down upon him, only going halfway down his shaft as the wheel explored parts of his skin with half the intensity as the one painful roll. When he began to buckle as much as he could to seek out more, I rode him, grinding myself down and around as the wheel began to leave red streaks across his chest and thighs.

I stopped before he found his release and his noise of protest made me laugh out loud. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked my own taste off of his skin while I explored his thighs with the wheel more thoroughly. Occasionally I would drop the sharp wheel and softly caress the trails I left with gossamer fingertips.

“Are you okay with a bit more intense sensations?” I asked him.

“Sure.” He did hesitate for a moment, as if mulling it over, but he was enjoying himself so far as I could tell.

I made sure he heard the lighter and I heard his groan, yet he didn’t protest. I kissed his thighs as I hovered the candle above him and waited for the wax to melt. He jerked with the first splatter and complained, but didn’t ask me to stop. I let one more drop cover the inside of his thigh and after listening and watching to his reaction, I decided to move to the front and outside of his thigh. He didn’t like it, though he didn’t ask me to stop. I blew out the candle and praised him for trying it; I understand not everyone enjoys everything.

I straddled his body and softly lowered myself so he sunk into my depth, leaned up for a kiss as I removed the blindfold. Again I ran the silk fabric across his body as I gently gripped him inside my own body. I wanted to end with the softness and his moans showed his appreciation.

I lifted off of him and kissed my way up to his arms and wrists, sucking his fingers as I slowly peeled the velcro away from each wrist. I let him touch me, see me, hold me as I rode him towards his own release.

The End!

Jenny

Jenny "I Like To Dominate"

"Lustful Intentions" read by Ariel Anderssen

Jen's mouth was ablaze with lustful intentions as Randall's pressed hard upon it. Jen felt her back

jammed hard into the molding of the front door as Randall circled her tongue with his. Jen could taste what he had for dinner as her dinner sloshed in her stomach still unsettled. It was well worth the unsettling though, as she reached for the doorknob and moaned into the hot fire of Randall's wet mouth.

As soon as the door swung open, Jen felt herself being turned and pressed even harder against it as it slammed shut. She tilted her head to the side as Randall kissed her neck. The heat of his lips on her sensitive skin there sent tingles rushing through her whole body.

The tingles got even stronger when she felt Randall’s hand slide up under her dress. In an intense movement of his hand, her thong was tugged off of her instantly and landed on the hardwood floor beside where they stood.

Jen immediately felt her pussy drip its hot gooeyness as it was now exposed. The hot mess evading her hot tender slit trailed a path down her inner thigh, and she moaned from the warm trickle now having made its way down to her inner knee. Jen then felt her body jolt as Randall attacked her pussy, jamming his finger into her hot slick center.

Sweat began to pop out of every pore on Jen's body as Randall quickly fingered her gushing sexual lips. In and out, in and out, Jen felt his finger sink into her hot pliable pink walls. She grunted with each stroke his finger made inside her and then felt her dress be ripped from her body with his free hand. The tinkling sound of each button of her dress falling to the floor filled the room in an echo.

Then her dress landed beside her thong. Jen tore off Randall's shirt in the same manner; the buttons making the same sound as the ones on her dress and she unbuttoned his pants. They fell to his knees as his hard long cock jutted out. Droplets of clear stimulation formed on Randall's tip as he removed his finger from Jen's engorged labia and thrust into her wetness with his thickness in one swift plunging even stroke.

The piercing jolt Jen felt of Randall's throbbing thick hardness filling her, made her claw at his back as her body shuddered from him invading her sexual space. She dug her nails into his hot skin as Randall thrust hard and fast, slamming her naked moist body into the back of the door.

The knocking sound of her body slapping the door reverberated inside the room. The sound their bodies made together began to echo in Jen’s ears. Sweat poured down Jen's body now and made it glisten as her pussy lips folded over every ridge of her husband’s erection deep inside her.

Randall's quick swift rocking and his body contacting her erect clit, brought forth her orgasm, and with no warning, Jen felt the intense explosion release. She shrieked loudly as her pussy quivered her hot juices all over Randall's cock buried all the way inside her hot moist center. The pulses of her internal chamber squeezed him in spasms and made Randall moan as his balls tightened in their sack.

The pulsing of Jen's pink slick walls of desire hardened his cock even more and lit the spark that made Randall pause and grunt deeply, sending the jetting stream of his cum out of him and into her. Randall rocked his body on his wife in unison with each spurting spasm that he released.

The intensity of his cum flying out of his erection made him grunt each time it was expelled. Jen felt each warm streaming spurt Randall ejected fall inside her wet personal chasm. Her body jerked each time his cum landed and she moaned as it coated her damp insides. Randall always seemed to fill her with the same amount of goodness every time. It never failed to disappoint her. Jen loved the way her husband’s central core felt in hers.

Randall's body then relaxed against hers and pinned her against the door in a sweat-laden heap. Jen wrapped her arms around her husband and felt the relaxing muscles of his back with her fingers. Jen loved how her husband’s body felt after such a moment. It made her smile.

Jen loved these kind of moments her and Randall shared. The passion, the lust, the quickness of how he took her were moments where Jen felt Randall's pure desire and intentions for her as her husband. It showed his true love for her as her loving and faithful husband. And it was good to be his loving and faithful wife with the same feelings shared.

Ariel Anderssen

Ariel Anderssen "Lustful Intentions"

"Study Buddy"

Read by Katie Louise

The door opened, John was finally home. He hung his coat on the rack and walked over to me
standing in the kitchen. I smiled, turning my head to give him a kiss hello. His arms wrapped around
my waist, he held me while I finished the last few dishes. He whispered into my ear, "I missed you."
"I missed you, too. How was your day?"
"Busy, and I still need to study for tomorrow's exam."
"Want any help?"
"I'd love your help."
"Get your study guide, and go sit. I'll be in, just give me a minute."
He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and did as I asked. I finished the dishes, dried my hands, and
took the study guide from him.

"Let's make studying fun. For every right answer, I take something off. Answer incorrectly, I'll put
something back on. Once I'm fully unclothed, I'm yours."
"I like the sounds of this game! I knew moving you here would be beneficial."
I smiled, giving him a quick kiss. I stood a few feet away, ensuring he would have a good view.
"Ready?"
"Yep."

"What are the rights of a person in the custody of police?"
He proceeds to answer, correctly, almost rehearsed. I removed a sock, clearly making him eager to
answer more questions to have more than a sock off my body. I complied, giving him more questions
to answer.

My clothes slowly fell off with each question. I removed my other sock, both earrings. I teased him,
unbuttoning and unzipping my tight jeans with one question, pulling them off in another question.
I slid my hand into my panties, moaning as I finger ed myself in front of him. Another question, I
removed my shirt.

He begged that the next question result in my panties removed, I denied him that. The next question
resulted in my bra sliding off my body. Two more questions remained. He answered the one, and my
panties fell, allowing him full view of my fingers inside my warm, wet, pussy.
As I asked the next question, he started removing his shirt. The split focus resulted in an incorrect
answer. I painfully put my shirt back on, and asked another question. Luckily he answered correctly. I
asked one last question, and I was his.

I walked over to him, a smile on both of our faces. I straddled his lap, "I think you'll do great."
"I might have a hard time on the test. How am I possibly going to focus on the test? When I am writing
the answers down, all I'll be thinking of is my amazing, hot girlfriend, and her hot naked body."
I laughed a little, "You'll be thinking of getting your degree and making me yours forever, that'll focus
you."

"You're right. My seven year wait is officially over, you're mine."
I kissed him, rubbing his bare neck and shoulders. With a seductive smile and voice, "So, my body is
all your's, what are you going to do with it?"
He smiled, "You want me to tell you, or just show you?"
"Just show me."

He stood up, holding me in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed. He laid on
top of me, kissing my neck and shoulder, sucking occasionally.
He sat up, undoing his pants, leaving him totally naked.
Just seeing his exposed body was cause for arousal, I wanted him. He knew I wanted him, but
decided to hold off on just fucking me.

He laid next to me on the bed and pulled me close. Wrapped in his arms, we shared a long kiss, his
hands brushing my hair off my face. His other hand stroked my back.
His gentle touch brought on a greater level of arousal. I guided his hand into the wet mess he was
making me between my legs.

He began to explore inside with his fingers. My moans were silenced by
his kiss. Occasionally, he broke our kiss for a few seconds, just to hear my moans of enjoyment.
I begged him, "Mhmm, just fuck me already! I want your cock inside, please."
He smiled. He rolled on top of me, once again. He didn't go straight in. Instead, he teased a little.
We continued kissing, his arm supporting him, the other wrapped around me. His cock rubbed my clit,
and began rubbing back and forth.

My body quivered, my moans muffled by his kiss. He slid himself inside. I broke the kiss momentarily
to let out a gasp.
He thrusted in and out, releasing both of our stresses.
"Yes! Mhmm. YES! YES! YES!"
He kissed me, and held me close, continuing pounding my pussy. He began to twitch, I knew he was
close to cumming. Soon he gruntedand allowed his cum to fill me.
He laid beside me, wrapped me up and looked passionately into my eyes, "I love you."
"I love you."

"You know, I've never had a better study session before."
I smiled, "I bet you'll ace that exam. With my help, you'll graduate top of your class."
He responded with a smile and a kiss.
I rested my head on his chest, he played with my hair, and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

Katie Louise

Katie Louise "Study Buddy"

"Special Delivery" read by Ariel Anderssen

Joe leaned back in the shower and closed his eyes. He had spent a good twenty minutes watching
the milf next door sunbathing. She really was fit and Joe wanted to fuck her so badly. Never mind she
was twice his age and her husband was massive, he could still fantasise about her. And he did. He
started to stroke his hard cock while the water washed over him. In his imagination, she was with him
as they washed each other’s bodies before they began to fuck in a fiery passion.

Joe was just beginning to get his rhythm going when the doorbell went. Quickly he grabbed a towel
and went to the door. Was it the milf next door come to fulfill his fantasies? It seemed unlikely and so
it proved.

Joe opened the door to find the postie standing there holding a huge parcel and a clipboard. She was
in her 30’s, had bleached blonde hair and was tall and slim.

“Morning, can you sign for this?” she said handing him the clipboard.
Joe was in a bit of a quandary. His towel barely covered him and he still had a massive hard-on. If he
moved his hands his towel would probably fall open. But he couldn’t just stand there hoping it would
go away.

Before he could react the postie saw his problem. “Would like me to bring it in?” she teased.
Joe nodded, somewhat dumbly.
She entered the house and put the package down. Turning around to face him she noticed he still
had his erection sticking out beneath his towel. She waved the clipboard in his direction. “Would you
like a hand?”
Again Joe nodded.

She made to hand him the clipboard but it was a feint. Instead she grabbed the towel, leaving him
standing there with his erection and a very red face. She looked down at him.
“My you do seem excited. I wonder who you were thinking about. It must be someone very fit.”
Joe tried to cover his embarrassment and his erection but she stepped forward and began to undo
her blue blouse. Quickly she had exposed her bra, which did little to cover her large tits and Joe
couldn’t take his eyes off them.
“Put your hands on them if you want.” She said.

Joe didn’t need asking twice. He stopped shielding his erection and grabbed her tits, one in each
hand. He began to work his hands inside the bra to reach the nipple as she used one hand to undo
the clasp allowing the bra to fall and her tits to spring free. Her other hand reached for his hard cock.
Joe held those tits in his hands while she began to rub him harder and harder.

“Suck my tits,” she ordered and Joe immediately took a nipple in his mouth. He used his tongue to
flick the erect nipple and he sucked hard as he worked the other breast in his hands.
She stopped playing with his cock and stood up pushing him away from her. Joe looked almost
disconsolate at being rejected but he realised what was happening.

The postie was pulling up her skirt and wriggling down her panties. She bent over and said “Fuck me from behind quickly.”
Joe didn’t need to be told twice. He literally shoved his erection inside her wet pussy. Frantically, he
thrust in and out while she seemed to be using her pussy to try and wrench his cock from his body.

The combination of both meant that they reached climax quickly and with little warning. She let out a
great big moan as her orgasm coursed through her body making her knees weak and her legs shake.
If Joe hadn’t been holding her up she might well have collapsed to the floor.
Instead, Joe kept thrusting against her, which was both joyous and painful as he banged hard against
her pussy. Suddenly he gave a moan and unloaded his hot sperm into her.

The feeling of him gushing inside her brought her to another small orgasm as they both stopped moving.
Joe withdrew and grabbed his towel, suddenly embarrassed by his nakedness. She turned round and
looked at him.
“Well that was unexpected,” she said, as she pulled up her panties and smoothed her skirt before
retrieving her bra and doing her blouse back up.

Joe nodded again. He had no idea what to say and she knew it.
“You still need to sign here,” she said giving him the clipboard. He signed it.
And then she turned and left the house, no goodbye, no comment nothing.
Joe returned to the shower and washed himself almost convinced he had imagined it.
And the postie walked down the road singing herself a little tune of happiness. Maybe the day
wouldn’t be so bad after all, she thought to herself.

Ariel Anderssen "Special Delivery"

"Secret Encounter" read by Ariel Anderssen

Sitting at the curb in my car, I see the signal I was waiting for. I slowly, and as quietly as possible, pull into the back of the fire station. I turn off the car and step out, gently bumping the door shut with my hip. I look at the door and notice it’s open slightly. I slip in silently, and it’s pitch black inside. I feel arms come around me, across my chest and middle. His cologne smells so good, but it is different than I remembered.

“Ssshhh, don’t make a sound.” I nod, and the lips nibble on my ear. I moan, but try to keep quiet. The hands are cupping my breasts, squeezing them tightly. My head goes back to his chest, my ass presses into his hips. "He is taller tonight," I think to myself. Maybe he is wearing different boots. He grinds against me, and I can feel how hard he is, and my thoughts slip away. My hands go behind me, between us, so that I can stroke him over his uniform pants.

His hands are under my shirt, pulling up my bra so that he can feel my hard nipples. Pinching and pulling them out for me. I slide up and down against him, and hear him groan. Turning in his arms, I put my lips to his as my fingers slide into the waist band of his pants. I can feel the tip of his cock, and as my fingers brush it, he sucks in a breath of air. “Let me lick it.”

I unzip him, pull him out. Quickly going to my knees on the hard floor, I slide my hot wet mouth down the length of his cock. His hands go to my hair and fist it, sliding out almost all the way then shoving back in quickly. Over and over he fucks my mouth, shoving his hard cock to the back of my throat.

I gag, my hands gripping his thighs and I pat them to signal him to back off just a little bit. He does, and I think again to myself that something is not quite right, but I can’t put my finger on it. My left hand goes to my nipples, and I start pinching them, pulling them out hard. I let the hand travel down over my tummy, to my jeans, and under them.

I am so wet and hot, my fingers slipping in easily. I moan around his hard cock as my fingers circle my clit quickly. He pulls me to my feet and turns me around. He jerks my jeans down, pushing my panties to mid thigh. His fingers quickly find my clit and he starts to circle it, pushing my fingers out of the way. I moan, unable to stop myself from making the sound. He stops suddenly, putting his free hand over my mouth.

“I thought I heard someone, we have to be quiet. If we get caught I am in major trouble. My wife will find out and I really don’t want her to know.”

I nod again, and he goes back to playing with my clit. I am still super wet; the excitement of almost being caught makes me even hotter. His hand goes to my shoulder, the other to my hip as he positions himself behind me.

“Bend just a bit baby, so I can slide in that tight pussy.” I bend and feel the head at my entrance. He is so big and hard. I know he’s going to stretch and fill me up. I bite my lip as he slowly slides in, trying so hard not to gasp or moan. I think to myself that he feels amazing, and I don’t really care how wrong this is, or if we are caught, as long as he doesn’t stop. He is bigger tonight, thicker than usual. Maybe it’s the thought of doing it where he works that has him turned on so much.

I push back against him, taking him deep. He grabs my hair and jerks my head back roughly as he starts to slam into me. Harder and faster, his thighs slapping against my ass, his balls fly against my clit. I am so close to cumming, my hand goes to my clit and I start working it hard. He slams hard once, twice then cums deep in my pussy.

I hear him growl low as he grips my hips hard, shoving deep and filling me full.

My pussy tightens around him hard and cum as he flexes deep in me, rubbing my g spot on his cock. Hands on the wall,

I lean against it, feeling his cum drip out of me onto my thighs.

I lean against the wall for just a minute, to catch my breath. I slowly pull my panties back up, and my jeans follow. I turn to him in the dark room, just barely able to make out his shape. I can’t see him clearly, just a dark shape is there in front of me. His hand goes to my shoulder, and he pushes down.

I know what he wants. He wants me on my knees cleaning his cock. So I drop down and start to lick him clean. Sucking and licking him clean, tasting both of our juices on his shaft. He is hard, but we know we don’t have time to go again. I stand, and he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard and deep.

His hands under my shirt, putting my breasts back into my bra for me as he fondles them. I feel him smile against my lips, and I smile back. He releases me and steps back. “Wait just a second or two before you walk out,” he whispers. He opens the door and a sliver of muted light shines in. My hand flies to my mouth, and I gasp silently. That was not who I came to see…

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Ariel Anderssen "Secret Encounter"

"A Meeting With My Gym Teacher Pt2" Read By Katie Louise

He put his hand down the front of my thong and played with my pussy. He rubbed my pussy lips with his fingers and was slapping at my cunt. He was really man handling me. He was squeezing my breasts and slapping at my nipples. I could tell how excited he was. Unfortunately, my body was reacting to the way he was treating me. The rougher he handled me, the more my nipples were stiff and my pussy was tingling and wetting for him.

“You’re a wet little slut. You’re pussy is so wet, Miss Wilson. Get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me what a little slut you are.”

I then squatted down and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on his head and worked my fingers up and down his shaft. I held his smooth balls while I gave him head.

“Keep sucking! Take more of my cock down your throat.”

I continued to suck and slurp on his hard cock. My cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth. I made all kinds of wet, popping noises while I gave him head. I used my fingers to stroke his cock.

I was sucking his cock deeper and harder. My hands were on his hips and he was face fucking me. I kept pace with him.

“You’re a little slut. You love cock! As fun as this is, I want your pussy on my cock. Straddle me in my chair!”

Mr. Shadow’s then walked to his chair and sat down. I then sat on top of him and eased his cock into my wet pussy. His cock felt amazing while I got into position. Once he was in, I bounced up and down on his cock. My breasts were bouncing up and down and he was sucking on my nipples. My pussy was wet while we fucked.

His hands were squeezing my tits together and pulling on my nipples. He was slapping my ass hard with his hand. This was making me more and more excited. I could feel my pussy getting ready to have an orgasm.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet! I want you to come! Fuck me harder!”

I continued to ride him hard. He was rubbing my clit while we fucked.

“I’m going to come. Holy fuck!”

I then screamed and had an orgasm. My pussy soaked his cock and balls.

“Get up and lean over my desk. I’m going to fuck your slutty ass now. You did say, I could fuck your asshole?”

“You could fuck my asshole. Make sure to come there. I don’t want you to come in my pussy.”

I got off of him and bent over his desk. Mr. Shadow's opened his draw and grabbed some lube. I did wonder why he had lube in his drawer. He then slathered it all over my asshole and his cock.

He then spread my buttocks with his hand and slowly entered my asshole. He pushed his cock into my anus slowly and then a bit faster. He grabbed my hips and fucked me. It felt really tight while he thrusted in and out of my anus.

“Miss Wilson, you’re so fucking tight. I like your asshole. Fuck!”

“Come in my asshole. Cream my ass!”

Mr. Shadow’s fucked my asshole deeper and faster. He was slapping my buttocks which was making my pussy so wet. I started to finger my cunt while he fucked me harder and faster.

“Fuck! I’m coming in your ass. Shit.”

Mr. Shadow’s came in my asshole. He pulled out and grabbed several tissues on his desk. He cleaned his cock and then pulled up his pants.

“That was incredibly sexy. Clean yourself up. I have a little surprise for you.”

While I was cleaning up, somebody knocked on his door. He went over to the door and my best friend, Rhonda was at the door.

“Miss Roberts come in. You’re just in time for our little party. I know how much you love to lick pussy. Come and clean up your best friend. If you girls want to pass my class, you both better get munching.”

“Are you fucking crazy, she’s my best friend. I’m no lesbian!”

“If you two want to pass my class, you’re going to lick each other’s cunts!”

“Miss Roberts take your pants off and lie on my desk. Miss Wilson will lick your pussy.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to make me do this. This wasn’t in the contract.”
A Meeting With My Gym Teacher , a short story by Mysteria27
“Fuck your contract, Miss Wilson! I’m the boss here. If you two sluts want to get an “A,” you both need to lick some cunt. Stop talking and get licking.”

Rhonda took off her boots and then her jeans. She pulled her panties down and got on his desk. I couldn’t believe I had to lick her pussy. I wasn’t ever with a girl before. I then bent down and licked at her pussy. I moved my tongue up and down her pussy folds.

Mr. Shadow’s was watching me lick her pussy. Rhonda’s eyes were closed and she really seemed like she was enjoying my efforts. I never knew she liked girls. This was proving to be a very strange day.

“I want you to tongue fuck her. Really get your tongue up inside of her. Make your friend come. Come on slut!”

I pushed my tongue right up inside of her pussy. I tongue fucked Rhonda and now she was grinding her face into my mouth. I was slurping her juices that were coming out of her pussy.

“I’m coming,” Rhonda screamed!

“Slurp up her juices! Drink that pussy juice!"

I drank Rhonda’s pussy juices that were pouring out of her cunt. I then stood up.

“Miss Wilson, it’s time for Miss. Robert’s to taste your pussy. Get on my desk and take off your thong!.”

I then stood up and took my thong off. Rhonda got off the desk and got dressed. I then sat on his desk and opened my legs. Rhonda got between my legs and licked at my fucked pussy. She moved her tongue all over my pussy lips. She sucked on each of my lips.

“Rhonda, you’re really good at this. You better not tell anybody about this!”

“I won’t. You taste so good. Fuck!”

Rhonda pushed her tongue into my pussy and tongue fucked me hard. I was moaning and groaning and enjoying all her efforts. Mr. Shadow’s was watching us and had a weird look on his face. Rhonda was licking my pussy and it really did feel so good.

I got very excited and let out lots of moans.

“I’m coming. Fuck!”

I then had an orgasm on Rhonda’s face. She slurped it all up.

“Kiss each other!”

I then got off the desk and Rhonda kissed me passionately on my lips. I couldn’t believe Mr. Shadow’s made me have oral sex with my best friend. I was rather disgusted that he made me lick her pussy.

“You girls each earned an “A.” You both are expected to fuck me every week to maintain your good grades. See you both next Tuesday. Make sure to be hungry, there will be more pussy munching to do. Have a good night.”

We both got dressed and left his office.

“I never thought I'd have to lick your pussy. You better not tell anybody about this!"

“Why would I. Please don’t tell anybody I like girls.”

“I won’t. Let’s just not talk about this. I never knew he’d make us do that. I just figured I’d fuck him and that would be that. I never dreamed he’d have you come and make us do that. He really is quite sick. He played us. I thought I was playing him.”

“I guess that’s why he’s paid the big bucks.”

“I heard he had sex for grades. I just figured it would be easy. I never thought, I’d have to be with you. Thank God, it was you and not some other girl. We can’t talk about this again. Not until next Tuesday. I guess he’s a kinky fuck and is going to want us to go down on each other. I don’t care, because I need to pass his class.”

“Don’t worry, it'll be fine. We’re best friends. Now we'll just be a little closer.”

We both giggled and walked out of the college. It was a crazy day for sure. I wasn’t proud of what I did for my good grade, but it was necessary. I knew to maintain the grade would be more work. That’s another story for another time.

The End.

Katie Louise "A Meeting With My Gym Teacher:Pt2"

"Master's Pet" read by Ariel Anderssen

It had been one of those days in the restaurant that was very long and busy. As I made my way back
to my office at the end of the day I notice that my door was open. I look around the hallway wondering
why my door is open I know I closed it. I make my way to the door to peer in and my jaw drops.

"Oh my God, you're here! I been waiting see you." I rub my eyes I can't believe he is here.
My Master stands up and walks up to me with a huge smile on his face and leans in, "Hey, baby you
look beautiful."
He grabs me in a hug and kisses me passionately. I moan and my mind turns to mush. I can't believe
it, he is here. He smiles at me as I shut the door behind me and lock it.
"So love, what you doing here?" I ask quietly.

Hugging me tightly he replies, "My sexy lady, I just couldn't wait any longer today to see your beautiful
face."
Kissing me deeply, as his rough hands go up my shirt, he begins to pull it off. I feel his fingers lightly
tracing my back as he kisses me, walking me backwards. He begins to kiss my neck as he starts to
tear my shirt off. I hear buttons flying to the floor.

"Baby I love your beautiful tits," as he kisses his way down to my bra covered breasts.
Tearing my bra off my breasts, he stands there looking for a moment before his head drops and he
begins to suck my nipples. I moan, throwing my head back. "God, love. Oh please more!"
Slipping fingers down my pants, he starts to rub my clit. Continuing to lick and suck my nipple, his
finger makes its way to my slit.
I gasp, "Oh, shit. Please I need you."

Laughing, he continues teasing my breasts and my wet soaking pussy. Up against the door, I cry out
as his fingers fuck me faster until he stops suddenly.
"What the hell?"
He watches my face and starts to laugh, "Not yet pet, I want you to cum when I am deep inside you."

I glare at him and start to pout. He roughly grabs me and sets me on my desk, pulling my pants and
panties off in one motion. His eyes wander my body I see excitement, wonder, love and passion. He
pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket and grinning at me, cuffs my wrists puts them behind my
back as he kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. I become wetter thinking about
his hard cock deep inside pleasuring me.

My Master's mouth leaves mine as he pulls off his shirt. I smile and wait patiently to see the rest of his
body, all mine to see. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, I see what I
want so bad; my mouth watering at the sight. Setting me further onto my desk he lines up his cock to
my slit grinning at me,"Pet, how much do you want my cock?" he says as he teases me, rubbing
against me.

"Please Sir, I want it bad. I need you, please let me feel you inside me." He gently slides into me.
"Please harder, Sir please I need more." He's slamming into me and he starts to pound my twat.
He starts fucking me fast and hard, grabbing my ass as he moves deep inside me. He makes me
moan loudly. He shoves his stick into me harder, driving me to scream out in pleasure, "Oh! Fuck!" I
cry out loudly. Leaning his head down, he starts to bite my nipple as he continues to deeply pound my
pussy bringing me closer to the edge. Pulling me in closer to him, wrapping my legs around his waist,
he reaches my spot and that sets fireworks off.

"Oh god, I need to cum," I say, replying as he roughly fucks me.
"Cum for me, my sexy pet."
I scream out his name as I cum hard on his dick. Groaning, he soon follows me as he cums deep
inside me.He smiles at me as he slowly pulls out, our juices coating him as I stare at him my eyes
glazed over in passion.

"Wow Sir, thanks. That was awesome. I really needed that after this day I had," Earl grins and pulls
me off the desk and uncuffs my wrists.
"You're welcome my sexy lady." He quickly pulls his boxers and pants back up, he bends down and
picks my panties up and puts them in his pocket.
He kisses me, "Get dressed, my pet and don't put your bra back on. I just want you in just your shirt
and pants."

I walk over to my locker and pull out a new shirt, pulling it over my head and grabbing my pants off
the floor and putting them on.
"Okay. Now my pet when you're done with the last of your paperwork for the day, I want you to go
home and wait for me there."
Kissing me, he walks to the door, unlocks it and looks at me one last time. He walks out leaving me
wondering what he has planned for tonight.

The End.

Ariel Anderssen "Master's Pet"

"The Life Of A Slut Pt1" Read By Cindy

I am a slut. I’ve known it from the first time I ever saw a cock. It gave me a thrill I’d never had before, a tingling through my entire body. When I saw my first cock I knew that I wanted it inside me, to suck it, to be filled by it. The thrill was even better when I touched a cock for the first time. The cock in question belonged to a boy who lived in the flat opposite me. He was twenty-one, three years older than me, and he knew what he was doing, when he showed me it.

I just wanted that cock. He was the first boy I ever gave a blowjob to. He told showed me what to do, how to lick and suck. I took to it like a duck to water. I sucked that cock like a veteran, and, when he came I just loved the taste, absolutely loved it . I held it in my mouth, savouring, enjoying the saltiness of his cum before I swallowed.

A few days later I got fucked for the first time. He invited me into his flat. I knew why, I knew he wanted to fuck me and I wanted to be fucked. The experience of the blowjob just awoke the slut in me and I wanted more. When he asked me in, I had that tingling again, I was so excited. I had this felling deep inside my pussy. I was the first time I was aware of the sensation in me, the thrill, the expectation of sex, an anticipation and I couldn’t wait.

He took me into the living room and told me to sit. He sat next to me and kissed me. I felt his hand working down to me pussy. I was wearing a skirt so, it was very easy. I felt his fingers on the front of my knickers.

He asked; “Is it okay?”

I said, “Yes.” He pulled my knickers to one side and I felt his fingers against my pussy, gently rubbing. I gasped and opened my legs wide. He pushed a finger in. I gasped again, it was like an electric shock, and it felt so good. He pushed two more fingers in and began to finger fuck me. I was so thrilled and, the feeling was so good I couldn’t wait to have his cock in me.

He then told me to take off my knickers and lay back. I did as he said and watched as he took off his jeans. His cock sprang into view, all hard and standing proud and twitching as the blood coursed through it, leaking pre-cum from the head. He got on top of me and I felt his cock against my pussy. He pushed it in slightly. He pushed some more. I felt a little bit of pain and he was all the way in. He started trusting in and out of me. The feel of him fucking me was sensational. I had that feeling again, that tingling.

I lay there and let him do it, I didn’t know then that you could participate, I thought you just lay there and let them do it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then hurriedly pulled put and spurted over my belly. He told me to get dressed and go home.
That night I lay in bed thinking about what had happened and realized that he was probably a virgin too. I was also thinking how good it had been to have a cock inside me. I’d never felt so good before.

After that I became very popular with the boys on the estate. I wanted more cock, although I never let them fuck me, I would let them play with my tits and finger me while I gave them a hand job or sucked their cocks.

I hung around with my older sister and her mates and would listen to their stories about them and their boyfriends and what they got up to. I learnt a lot about sex that way. I was amazed when I heard that you could join in when a boy was fucking you. And when I heard about orgasms I was determined that I was going to have them. I was so naive.

The next time I had sex was at a friend’s house. Her cousin was staying for a few days and he made it clear he wanted to fuck me. I was eighteen and he was around twenty. He took me into her bedroom and stripped me off and fingered my cunt. I got wet very quickly. Then he got out his cock. I was nice and thick. He asked me if I knew what a blowjob was. I didn’t answer, I just went down on him. He nearly came on the spot.

“Fuck,” he said, “You’re good, I want to fuck you now, lay down.
“Have you been fucked before?” I told him I had.
He made me bend over the bed and entered me from behind. It was great, it felt like his cock was scraping along my spine. He fucked me for ages and I had my first orgasm. Fireworks went off, my eyes were shut, but, colours were erupting in my head. I shivered and shuddered, I had a flush up my chest and over my face, and, I had that tingling again, only so intense I thought my pussy was on fire. He pulled his cock put and made me turn around and shot his cum over my face. I felt the sperm splash over my eyes and mouth, all hot and sticky. I licked it off of my lips and, wiped it off of my face and then licked my fingers clean. He watched, gob smacked, he couldn’t believe what I did.

“Fucking hell, you’re something else.” He said. After that day I was out to get as much cock as I could.
Every bloke I went out with I let fuck me. Sex got better as I became more experienced and found out about all the different types of sex. There was nothing I wouldn’t do or try. But the best was the first time I had anal sex.
I had been going with a bloke for a while and he kept asking if he could fuck me in the arse. I was enjoying “normal” sex so much I hadn’t really been bothered about it.

He said, “If you don’t let me fuck you up the arse, I’m going to do it anyway.”
I replied, “You don’t have to do that, but, if you want my arse you’re going to have to give my cunt a good licking first and get me really wet. I love having my pussy licked, it’s just so good. I have really amazing orgasms, so good I’m willing to do anything. There’s nothing like a good tongue fucking to get me going.”

He pushed me onto the bed face down and dived into my sopping wet cunt. He licked from the top to the bottom of my dripping slit. I could feel his nose against my rosebud, so I pressed against him, teasing him. Then felt his tongue against my rosebud. He licked around it and then his tongue went in slightly. Fireworks went off. “Fuuuuccck,” I thought, that is so good.” And pressed against him even more. He licked into my arse as far as he could.
Bang!! Fireworks went off again. Two fingers went into my cunt and were fucking me, rubbing my g spot. An orgasm hit me. Normally they build, but, this one came from nowhere. It was fucking amazing.

His cock was suddenly shoved into my mouth.
“Make it wet, so it slips into your arse easy.” He ordered. I was in a frenzy, so I sucked his cock like the good slut I am. He was smearing my pussy juices around my arsehole, lubing it up. When he popped one finger in there I nearly bit the end of his cock off.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I wanted his fat cock in my arse. I wanted it stretching it, filling it, fucking it. I wanted to have his spunk fill it up.
“What are you waiting for, “I told him around a mouthful of cock. “Stick your cock up my arse, fuck it, and fill it until spunk spurts out from it. Come on, you cunt, fuck me.”

The End.

Cindy

Cindy "The Life Of A Slut Pt1"

"A Meeting With My Gym Teacher Pt1" Read By Katie Louise

I did something very naughty last week. It really was quite terrible and I wouldn’t recommend doing it. However, there was really no way around it. I had not been dressing for gym class for the last four months. I was given zeros for each day I wasn’t prepared.

I had already done the detention route several times. I knew that my teacher wasn't happy and did talk about a possible suspension. He had asked me to come after college to discuss the situation. I needed to come up with a way to get good grades. I was planning to suggest sex for good grades. I was basically desperate and willing to do anything at this point.

I don’t like gym class and hate dressing in front of the other girls. Sometimes, the girls will take pictures on their phones when we are getting dressed. The main reason is I just don’t like it. We start the day with exercises and then its two laps around the track. After that’s done, we start the activity of the day which can be soccer, football, or basketball. I’m fucking exhausted by the time the activity is to start.

My name is Jamie and I planned on showing him all my attributes. He was going to be shown all the things that I was good at. I believed, once he saw what I could do, good grades would be in the cards for me. What man wouldn’t want to have sex with a sexy and experienced eighteen year old? I’m of legal age, so it wouldn't be like having sex with a minor.

I couldn’t have a bad grade which would mess up my grade point average. Mr. Shadow's wouldn’t know what hit him. I planned on getting my way and getting good grades. Sometimes, a girl has to be a slut to get what she wants.

The day of my meeting, I wore a denim mini-skit with a tight, low cut shirt. I wore a white thong and my sandals. I planned on seducing Mr. Shadow's and convincing him to give me a good grade. I'll go over all the details that happened that day.

College had ended and I needed to go down to Mr. Shadow’s office. Our meeting was starting at one forty-five. I stopped into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on some red lipstick. I wanted to look perfect for our meeting.

I looked amazing and proceeded to the gym area. His office is in the back. There were no sports going on that day. I knew I had a few hours to sway him into giving me a good mark.

Knock, Knock

“Come in! The door is open.”

I opened the door and proceeded into Mr. Shadow’s office.

“Miss Wilson, please sit down. You do know the reason why you’re here?”

I walked very slowly into his office making sure to wiggle my ass. I knew I looked really hot and could already see his eyes staring at my breasts. I then sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

“I’m here, because I continue to not dress for gym class.”

“That’s correct. You have missed gym glass at least three days a week for the last several months. Is there any reason for this behavior?”

“I have really bad periods and the cramping is really bad.”

“Perhaps, you could have your mother write you a note. I do understand when girls are not feeling well. Your period would only be for one week out of the month. What is your excuse for the rest of the time?”

“It’s just that my breasts are very tender and they hurt when I have to run so much. I have a really big chest and when they’re so tender they hurt.”

“Have your mother buy you a sports bra. What are your other excuses?”

“A lot of the times, I have pre-menstrual issues.”

“Miss Wilson, most of these excuses could all be cleared up with a note from your mother and/or doctor. Have your mother take you to the doctor to get a doctor’s note. Like I said, these issues just happen maybe two weeks out of the whole month. As it is you, have missed so many classes that I’ll have to fail you.”

I then stood up and walked over to the edge of his desk and sat down. I parted my legs so he could see my white thong.

“What are you doing, Miss Wilson? Please go back to the chair.”

“I was thinking that perhaps you could give me an “A” and I could provide a service to you. I’m pretty good in the sexual department.”

“Miss Wilson, that kind of behavior would be totally inappropriate. I could lose my job. What are you suggesting?”

“Well I’ve been told that I suck a mean cock. I could show you my sucking skills. I won’t tell anybody about our little meeting. I’ve also been told that I’m a pretty good fuck. I’ll even let you fuck my asshole. I bet you would like that?”

Mr. Shadow's just stared at me and started to loosen a few buttons on his shirt. He listened to everything I said. He kind of had a horny look on his face.

“How about we have a little fun together and then you could change my grades. I promise not to tell anybody. You might even have a little fun."

“I could definitely lose my job over this.”

I then stood up and started to take off my clothes. I removed my shirt and my breasts were full and firm. I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was left in my white thong and sandals.

“Miss Wilson, what are you doing? Put your clothes on at once. This is not appropriate behavior.”

“You know you want me. I see you looking at me in the gym.”

I then climbed on his chair and put my breasts in his face. I put his hands on my waist.

“Come on! Don’t you love my breasts? Feel my ass. I’m eighteen years old. I bet you’d like some teen pussy. I promise you, I get very wet.”

“You do have quite a pair of breasts. I guess, I could just take a little suck. You promise not to tell? I could lose my job.”

“I won’t tell anybody. We can do whatever you want. However, you must give me an “A.” I then took a contract out of my purse. It was just confirming that he'd give me the great grades in exchange for sex.”

“Aren’t you a clever girl? Since you’re all nude and everything. Lock my door and I’ll sign your papers. Then, you can undress me and get to work. I want to see how slutty you are, Miss Wilson.”

I then walked over to his door and locked it. I was only in my thong and sandals. I then walked back over to him.

“Why don’t you stand up and I’ll undress you.”

Mr. Shadow's is a very handsome man. He’s bald with blue eyes. He’s probably around fifty years old. I’d say he’s about 6’2.” I had been planning to fuck him for the past few months. I really didn’t want to be involved with gym class. I just wanted to fuck him for good grades.

I’m 5’7” and have long blonde hair and green eyes. I’ve been blessed with breasts that are a 38D cup. I’m one hundred and ten pounds. I have long legs and a nice ass. I also shave my pussy bare.

I went in front of him and took off his golf shirt. I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down his legs to his foot. I pulled his silk boxers down. I was surprised to see his cock sprang to action. He had a nice sized cock.

“Seems your cock is excited. I knew you were a dirty man. Do you like that I’m a dirty girl? Dirty girls go to heaven. I bet, we can be very dirty together.”

Mr. Shadow's then leaned against his desk. He grabbed me and we shared a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat. He was kissing me so hard. He put his hands on my buttocks and played with them hard. He seemed to be in control and not me calling the shots. The whole situation now seemed to change.

The End.

Katie Louise "A Meeting With My Gym Teacher:Pt1"

"Be Gentle With Me" Read By Hannah Z

How is one supposed to feel having a girl like Dani sitting across from you? Is there something that
one can say to send the message that you’re ready to move this to the next level? When is the right
time to express yourself?

As Dani spoke, Bob had a difficult time focusing on her words. He was zoned in on her face, her lips.
Her lips looked like they were designed after an anime cartoon, they were so perfect. He was
listening to her, yet, daydreaming of what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against his in a
kiss.

She had precise facial features and he could almost picture her being seen in a classic black and
white movie.
“Bob?”
“Oh, sorry… what did you say?”
Dani smiled. Bob was embarrassed that he’d missed what she'd said.
“Never mind."

After a brief silence, Dani spoke again,“Will you be gentle with me?”
He was startled at first, because he had to check himself to make sure she’d said what he thought
she did. He simply answered “Of course."
She stood, and he stood to meet her. They embraced, immediately kissing. The softness and
contour of her lips were as wonderful as he’d imagined. He enjoyed enclosing each of her lips into
both of his, swimming in between each wet kiss.
He put his hands on her sides, and he felt her take a deep breath during their embrace.

He sat back on the bed and turned off the lamp. To his surprise, she turned it back on. He looked up
at her and saw that she was smiling at him again, while she was unbuttoning her shirt. He saw her
breasts peek out of her bra and had a tough time containing himself. He smiled at her and started to
help her remove her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she leaned down and kissed him again.
He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, which gave Dani a chill up her spine and made her
flinch. She pulled his shirt over his head. He moved his hands over her breasts, and at this moment
she undid her bra and removed it for him. He rapidly moved his hands up to her breasts, until she
whispered, “Gently."

He complied. He softly moved his fingertips over and around her breasts, and kissed each of them at
certain moments. Her nipples were erect and she loved feeling Bob handle her this way. She could
feel warmth coming up from between her legs.

She put her forehead against his, and then knelt to remove his pants. His underwear followed, his
very stiff member popping out at her. They kissed again, and she stood in front of him with her pelvis
in his face. His fingers curled around the band of her undergarments and slid them down to the floor.
He looked at her, and then slowly rested his face against her pelvis.

She put her hands on Bob’s head in order to steer his face between her legs. He felt her vaginal lips move across his nose, then down to his mouth. He moved his hands around to her buttocks and pulled her into his face. She felt
his tongue slowly trickle up and down her vagina, washing over her clitoris.

She took more deep breaths and knelt again, this time to start stroking his penis. She moved her fingers underneath his
balls, then up and down his shaft, occasionally caressing his perineum. He groaned in pleasure as
she did this.
She then climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked at each other and
started kissing again. He wanted to toss her on her back and fuck her… but he remembered her
desire, “Gentle.”

She took a hold of his penis, and lined it up perfectly between the lips of her vagina. He felt her start
to move her hips slowly up and down, which gave him the feeling of having his cock hugged. She got
a little more wet with each sway of her pelvis. She arched backwards, while still rubbing against him.

They were both breathing heavy as she did this. He looked down and saw that she was marrying her
clitoris to the tip of his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable for both of them.
She abruptly stood, turning around to slide her ass down his chest. She took his penis and lined it up
to land perfectly inside her. Bob let out a huge groan of joy. She did too, but her pleasure was from
knowing how much he enjoyed what she was doing. She started to move and up down on him,
fucking him slowly. Sometimes she would lean forward and he would cup her buttocks in his hands to
help her pump away on him.

He moved his hands up her back and onto her shoulders. Then he put his left hand on her chest,
placing it above her right breast. He did this to pull her back towards him so he could move his right
hand over her vagina, which was soaking wet now. He started to rub her clit, and she let out a light
moan. She put her hands through her hair, then onto the back of his head.
“Don’t stop,” she said, and sighed again.

He then surprised her by rolling her backwards onto the bed, still staying inside her. He now had
Dani on her side, fucking her in a fetal position while rubbing her clit. She was moaning in pleasure
and this only excited him more.
He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Do you like this… do you like when I’m fucking you?
I love to fuck you."

She bit her lip as she moved quickly to orgasm. He had his left hand wrapped around her hair, gently
pulling backwards as he was fucking her.
Then she looked back at Bob and said, “I want you to come for me. Come for me, Bob.”
There was something about the way that she said it. Something in the words, or in the cadence…
and he immediately felt like he was going to explode. He grunted, and she told him to wait. She
wanted to come with him.

He was having trouble waiting… he was about to release, and it was going to be a full load.
“Ohhh, Bob…. wait…. wait for me."
He was holding on, waiting as long as he could. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like
an hour. He almost felt like he was going to cry, because he wanted to please her but he couldn’t wait
any longer.

At this moment, she got her wish. She felt shockwaves up and down her body as she had her
orgasm. She screamed as she came and started to wiggle her pelvis with him inside her to finalize
her joy. As she did this, she heard him groan loudly and felt his warm load flow inside of her.
“Ohhh fuck," was all that he could say.

When they were finished, she looked around and he saw her smiling. She had those beautiful lips.
Bob spoke first. “That was excellent. I can barely move”.
Dani replied, “Sometimes I like it gentle; sometimes I like it hard. Tonight was perfect.”
“I can work with that," Bob said. “Now… what was that you were saying before?”
Dani just laughed out loud.

The End!

Hannah Z

Hannah Z "Be Gentle With Me"

"Office Anal" Read By Zoe Page

It is a blistering hot Summer afternoon. Of course, the air conditioning stops working at the office.
While the managers should let us leave early, they decide to keep us there these last three hours of
the day. I did not have this situation in mind when I dressed this morning.

Considering my date this evening with Tom, my boyfriend, I chose my pink lace bra and black
crotchless thong as undergarments and a white, button-down blouse and black pencil skirt for my
outfit. My black, six-inch, peep-toe heels spoke to me, and I chose to wear them too.

Every piece of clothing looks amazing on my taut physique. I dance ballet and hip-hop; the hard work
I put into it has given back to me two-fold in how lean and strong my body is. The breasts, on the
other hand, are still too large for a ballet dancer at a size 34C. They are creamy white with perky
nipples. Tom likes them so they can stay. My legs are my best feature. They are long, adding height
to my 5'9" frame. In fact, I do not need to wear heels; I intimidate people enough as it is. I have
shoulder-length blonde, wavy hair and green eyes. I could definitely model if I wanted to be critiqued
every day of my life, but I do not.

Tom and I started dating about five years ago. He is a middle-aged, successful attorney. Tom has
some grey hair, he's 6'3", in good shape, and has a large cock. He could be my dad, literally. We met
on the subway train and hit it off then and there. He said, at the time, he was going through a divorce.
I had no real way of knowing but to trust him. I do wonder if I was the "other woman" for a while. Now,
he is happily divorced, and we live together in his Manhattan apartment. He is marvelous in bed, and
makes me orgasm every time. Except for the fact he is rarely at home, we have a good relationship.

However, there is a new guy at work, and I find myself instinctively attracted to him. I believe his
name is Paul, though we have never been formally introduced. He is in his mid-thirties, like me. He is
naturally tan, has dark brown hair with a five o'clock shadow, has a demure muscular build, the most
perfect smile, brown eyes, and the kindest disposition. The other women in the office fawn over him
daily. I have only interacted with him in the elevator and in passing. Every time I see him, I
immediately feel my pussy get wet. He has a hold on me.
Enough about Paul... this heat. The only way I could think to combat the heat was with ice cubes. I
put some down my bra. Of course, my white blouse is now see-through and showing my erect
nipples. As hot as it is, I do not care.

"Write this e-mail," I tell myself. "Dear Ms. Aus..."Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. It's
my boss, Mark. Mark is probably sixty-five and makes me feel uncomfortable at times. Without
warning, he cups my breasts.
I assertively say, "Excuse me, Mark!"
He just continues to massage them, and tells me, "I just wanted to let you know you're doing a good
job." He then rubs my shoulders and walks off.

Forget work, now I'm in a state of shock. Should I leave or stay? Who do I tell this to?
For some reason, Paul pops into my head. He would be a good confidant and lover. I close my eyes
and think of him pinning me to the wall in the bathroom, thrusting his cock into my pussy. Hmmm, I'm
starting to get wet. I feel naughty and empowered now. My thong give me easy access to my clit, and
I start massaging it. Then, I slowly put one finger in my tight, wet cunt. I go slowly at first but then
quickly speed it up. It's time for two fingers now. Mmm, this feels so amazing. I suck on my fingers,
tasting my sweet pussy juices. Fuck this, I'm going to try to entice Paul for a rendezvous.

I pull my skirt up to make it even shorter and unbutton my blouse so my cleavage shows before
walking over. Like a panther on the prowl, I make slow but thoughtful steps down to his desk. I can
feel his eyes looking me up and down. On a post-it I write, "Meet me in the ladies room" and drop it.
He immediately gets up, no hesitation at all. His erection is obvious.
In the largest stall, we meet for the first time. I don't care about getting to know him know or the fact
that my boss took advantage of me, I just want to fuck Paul. He quickly unbuttons my blouse to reveal
a white lace bra and erect nipples. All that is left below is the skirt, and it slips off. The thongs can
obviously stay on for this.

His strong hands move along my waist and up to my breasts. He pulls my bra down enough to see a
nipple and gently sucks on it. My hand reaches his thick, 10-inch cock. It's getting even more erect as
I massage it. One of his hands reaches my pussy, and he starts to finger fuck me. I moan in ecstasy.
He rips off my bra, and penetrates my cunt with his cock. Oh fuck. Our sweaty bodies make this sex
incredible. He lifts up my leg to push his cock in me deeper.
"Your pussy is tight, baby," he says.

I nod in agreement, but I love how his cock is filling up my pussy. I grind my hips into his thrusts. He
is close to cumming. He orders me to turn around. I place my hands on the wall as he enters my
asshole. He still pays attention to my pussy, rubbing it wildly as he fucks. I can feel him separating my
ass cheeks to get a better look at my shaved hole as he pushes his cock into me. I moan and cry out.
It hurts but feels good at the same time.

"I'm going to cum!" He spurts some cum in my asshole and then enters my pussy again, leaving the
rest there. He will not let me move now. He wants to see it drip out of my holes.

The End.

Zoe Page

Zoe Page "Office Anal"

"Hotel Pick Up" read by Ariel Anderssen

A flash of memory: Following Layla and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his

name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my
hands. No teeth. Can I do this?
Layla lifted her head from the pillow, looking at me in shock. "What do you mean, you don't know
how?"
I blushed. "I don't know, I've just never felt like I can do it. I always gag and don't like it."
"You're good with me."
I smiled ruefully. "It's easier with a woman. I've never felt like I knew how to do oral on a guy."
Layla laughed. "Your husband doesn't mind?"
My face reddened again. "I do it on special occasions, but he knows I don't enjoy it, and that's ok with
him."

She paused. "Maybe I should teach you. Make this a a girls' weekend to remember."
I feigned shock. "Layla Marie!" She grinned.
I gaped at her for a minute. This was only our second weekend since we'd met at the best friends'
exchange club, and I still hardly knew her. "Um, with whom? I'm not sure Jay would like that idea very
much."
"Shhh. You don't need to tell him. Just show him what you can do." She smiled. "It'll be worth it."
I paused, swallowed. "You didn't answer the other part. I'd need someone to practice on."
She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd
find someone." Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed.
I stared at her again. "Let me think about it."

I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Layla to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door
pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye contact, just
the barest hint of a smile. We kept glancing at each other, pretending we weren't.
"You like him?" she murmured as she strolled back in, catching me glancing at him in the mirror.
"Nice looking," I agreed, as I applied her color to my lips. "And a bit of mischief in his smile."
"Let's go talk to him."
I took a deep breath, took my last swallow of my mojito, and followed her over. I sat on his other side.
"Hello, stranger," she smiled at him. "My friend Sarah likes you."
"I like her too," he smiled at me.
I blushed. Would it really be this easy?
"Feeling generous toward a couple of escorts for the evening?"
He looked at her, seemingly at a loss for her meaning. Finally, "Oh!" He blushed a little. "Um, I have
to meet someone in a couple of hours, but maybe until then."
Layla glanced at me in the mirror; we nodded silently. Layla took his arm, We all slid from our
barstools. He left a generous payment on the bar and followed us to the elevator and up to our room.
She gave him a soft brushing kiss on the lips as we entered, a secretive smile. Would he want to kiss
me?

My heart was pounding as she unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and draped them carefully over the
chair, then maneuvered him to the edge of the bed. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and
raised arms, eyeing his muscly trunk and lightly scratching around his nipples. He was better
developed than I suspected under the suit.
She gave him a little shove on the chest. It was all I could do not to giggle as he unbalanced like that,
sat on the mattress with a soft "flump" noise. She glanced at me, telling me with her eyes to kneel
beside her. She began lightly stroking and scratching his thigh up and down, so I did the same. She
reached down to take off his shoe while I continued. He was starting to firm up, his cock hardening
down on my side. A tiny dark area appeared where he was starting to ooze. I lightly stroked him
through the trousers, mostly with the tips of my nails.

Layla leaned forward to kiss one of his nipples and stroke his thighs while I undid the other shoe. She
gently undid the catch on his trousers, and, seeing our intention, he lifted his hips so we could remove
them, leaving his boxers tented a bit. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the arousal growing there as
we alternately stroked his belly and thighs, gently squeezed his erection, used a bit of the growing
moisture to paint his nipples. He shifted his hips as we slipped the remaining layer down, grinned at
each other, and each used one hand to gently squeeze his shaft, then gently running my nails up and
down once. I looked at his face; he was loving this, amazed at his fortune. I suddenly found myself
wanting this, wanting to make this good for him.

Layla murmured, "watch me," and softly tongued up the underside to just below the head. His cock
gave a little jump in my hand, and a soft moan escaped from his lips. She took the head gently in her
mouth as her hand moved mine up and down a tiny fraction, encouraging me to squeeze him. I
looked up in his eyes as she proffered his cock to my mouth, and saw his breathing become irregular
as I gave the head a soft suck. I was rewarded with a tiny drop of sweet syrupy precum and another
little jerk in the shaft.

Remembering her instructions, I withdrew and licked up the velvety front of the shaft, rubbing him up
and down faster. Her pretty mouth suddenly engaged him at the tip, just the softest little kiss before
engulfing maybe half of the shaft. He groaned again, louder this time. Next I took him deeper for a
moment, then wrapped my hand and started to stroke. I saw him trying desperately to keep his eyes
open, but having to close them at times as the stimulation increased.
Layla took him back in her mouth. I caressed her face, stroked him, watched his eyes loving her,
loving me. We alternated, back and forth, occasionally kissing each other, watching him watch us
until he had to lie back, and couldn't keep his eyes open. His groaning grew louder, more frantic,
higher in pitch. As his cock reared back and started to jerk in my hands, I took the first hot spurt of his
tart semen before she took over, finishing him up as I rose to kiss him, give him a taste. He kissed me
avidly, then kissed her tenderly when she came up to join us.
We rested on either side of his panting chest, holding hands, lightly tickling his chest, his nipples, his
balls and cock. Kissing each other across his chest, nuzzling his neck as his breathing slowly
returned to normal.

After some time, he glanced at his watch. "That was amazing, ladies, but I'm afraid I have to go."
Layla brought him a warm washcloth to clean off the crimson lipstick. Faster than I would have
believed, he was dressed, laying two large bills on the dresser, and letting himself out of the room.
Layla laughed triumphantly, gave me a gentle push onto the bed, and without warning was under my
dress licking me through my panties. As I dissolved into my orgasmic bliss, I kept wondering why this
was all so easy.

Packing the next morning, Layla insisted we have breakfast in the hotel dining room instead of room
service. A few tables over, we spotted the man from the night before, sitting with a beautiful woman.
He reddened a bit as he saw us, and excused himself, apparently heading to the washroom.
Layla went up to the table anyway. She and the woman exchanged cordial smiles, a brief hand
squeeze. "Cindy, this is Sarah, my friend."
Cindy gave me an appraising look for much longer than I would have expected, took my hand and
smiled. "Nice to meet you."
Layla leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks for lending me my husband last night. I know it's
your weekend. I'll make it up to you sometime."
Cindy and Layla both looked at me again until I blushed.
"I'm sure you will," Cindy laughed. "I'm sure you will."

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The End.

Ariel Anderssen "Hotel Pick Up"

Old Ties Pt1 By Katie Louise

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By the time he was approaching the exit ramp, he had lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ending painfully. Home and a welcoming bed weren’t far, though. A good sleep for four hours, a run in the hills and a quick shower before his wife came home from work. The joys of a shift worker. The drive had taken longer than usual and it had been a “one-off” overtime night-shift, so by the time he was driving towards his suburb, he was toying with the idea of going for a run first, then having a shower and trying to make the day useful by working on his book instead. The next shift was four days away, another perk of the job.

Seeing his wife’s car still in the driveway at 8:40 am, he was a little surprised as he parked beside it. Maybe she was running late as well. Which would mean that his wife would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted 13 years. If he were to keep a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they had slept together. Since she was the only woman he had ever bedded, he knew it was his fault. He must be piss-poor in bed.
The house was quiet when he entered. He called out his wife’s name. No response. Settling into his normal routine, he took his shoes off and placed his bag on the sofa in the common lounge and made his way to their bedroom. It was empty.

“Babe?” He called out for his wife again, a little confused as he walked towards the “back” room of the house that was the designated night shift resting-quarters as it was usually the darkest in the morning and quietest.

He entered the bedroom and froze upon the sight that greeted him. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair looked damp. An instant arousal began to develop deep inside him, which started to manifest itself in its physical form a moment later. More than twenty years since they’d been together and at that only for a brief few months and she still managed to turn him on without even trying. He knew it was not the same for her, though. Women, in his mind, were wired differently. She may have been physically attracted to him a long time ago, but the attraction would have died down ages ago. She was a married woman now. For most men the attraction is purely physical in nature and stays that way for a very long time. Women made love to their husbands. Men had sex with their wives. Why the fuck was he thinking about making love and having sex when his wife’s best friend was standing in front of him in their guest bedroom, clad in a bathrobe – maybe only a bathrobe, fuck? He needed to sleep!

“Oh, I hope Sarah told you that I was staying the night? We stayed up catching up on old times. Now that we’ve moved closer together, I offered to spend the nights with her when you were not here. Jake works crazy hours anyway, leaving at 4 in the morning and not getting home till 10, and he only ever calls on my cell phone, anyway, so it doesn’t matter where I stay.” Rachael had gone to school with them – it seemed like a thousand years ago. Her husband Jake was a high-flying lawyer in Melbourne and had recently bought a home in their suburb for Rachael, who had wanted a change of scenery to work on her new book. She had grown into a gorgeous woman now, but they had briefly dated in their final year. Sarah, Rachael, or Rex as they used to call her, and Aaron used to hang out together. Sarah and he had opted for the cheaper university near home, while Rex had moved interstate to take up her studies at Melbourne’s Monash.

Life had taken its course and after he heard that she had found someone else and then got engaged after graduation, he too had gradually moved on. Sarah and he were never an item, but because neither of them had anyone else, they stayed close to each other and people simply assumed that they were together. After some strong encouragement from their other friends who had all settled down, he had asked Sarah out. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were married and living together. It seemed fine for the first six months or so. When it came to sex, they dutifully made love every night. Although he was no expert, however, he had always felt that he was not doing it for her. He used the Internet to do his homework on the subject and literally tried every trick in the book, but could never seem to give her spark she needed. They spoke about splitting up a few times, but they were both working fulltime and soon the car mortgages turned into a house mortgage and splitting up kept getting more and more complicated, until they stopped talking about it, buried themselves in their work and learnt to live with it. There was always going to be time to breakup and decide how to split everything up – right now, they were both too busy. What neither wanted to admit, or at least in his case, was that he wasn’t sure he would find anyone else, and he didn’t want to be alone.

“And anyway, we haven’t seen each other in so long, we have so much to talk about, didn’t get to sleep until almost three in the morning. I had walked over, so I dropped her off to her work in her car this morning. She said that you would be happy to pick her up.” Rex’s voice brought him out of his momentary reverie.

She saw his hungry eyes perusing her figure under the robe and knew instantly to look for the slow swelling in the crotch of his pants. The poor baby. They hadn’t ever been intimate with each other when they’d dated, but he had always been like an open book. She and Sarah used to “accidently” rub against him in high school just to see him squirm as he tried to hide his erection. He was exceptionally clever and good looking but was totally unaware of how other girls felt about him. She had always known that he was attracted to her and although either of them could turn him on easily, she knew that he ached really for her. But the feeling had never been mutual. In fact she had always suspected that Sarah had harboured feelings for him, but wouldn’t say so. He was too unsophisticated back then, for their taste. Too simple and naïve about the world and insecure about his own place in life. Looking at him now, she could see that things had certainly changed for the better.

Jake had been a final year law student at Monash when she started. He chased her briefly, but she had already made up her mind to give in to the tall, dark and handsome looks. He was “sophisticated.” Their marriage had been a happy one for a few years. Then he cheated on her with younger woman. When she confronted him about it and threatened to leave, he begged her to stay, promised to change his ways and bought her a Jaguar XJ8. She didn’t stay because of the car, though. Aside from the cheating, he had never even raised his voice with her. They had gone for marriage counselling and it seemed to work.

Until two years later when she caught him with a different woman. This one barely seemed out of high school. This time she had had enough. Or so she thought. Jake got down on his knees to beg again and offered anything she wanted. If she divorced him now, it would ruin the political career he was gunning for. It was their marriage counsellor who came up with the brilliant plan of living separately for a while. Rachael was working on a new book and thought the change of scenery might help. Jake, in the meantime, promised to get help and stay away from women. The counsellor assigned him a psychologist that he was to see privately and who would then report the progress to the counsellor.

He had purchased her a newly built house in a brand new suburb in Sydney and they had come to an agreement that they would give this another try once her new book was finished to see if they could get together again. She’d made no promises, although, they didn’t consider themselves to be either separated or “on a break”. She wasn’t going to give him any excuses to cheat again.

Two weeks ago Sarah and Aaron had seen the house two doors down from them occupied and had walked into a pleasant surprise when they had knocked on her door to welcome their new neighbour. And here they were today. In the same bedroom – together. She was nude under the bathrobe and he had an obvious hard-on.

Lately, despite herself, Rachel was starting to feel a whole paradigm shift in her body. On more than one occasion in the last week, while alone in her new house, she had used the toy that she had playfully bought for herself when she had moved to Sydney. In the first six months of their marriage, they had had a healthy sex life. But with Jake’s work pressure and as the novelty wore out, it began to slow down and then it just dwindled down to almost nothing without her even noticing. Jake pretended that his responsibilities at work were stressing him out to the point of exhaustion and would barely get into bed before midnight, making sure to clear the house by five in the morning most days. Of-course she realised what had been going on when she caught him sleeping around, but back then, she had been too busy with her own life to notice how he had started avoiding her. Not that she had missed getting laid, though. Her first book was published when she was 30 and reached number one in the Times Best Sellers list within a few weeks. In the last eight years, she had written and published five more, all of which had made it into the top 10. Although her income from the books was substantial and she didn’t need Jake’s money, he easily earned several times as much and was always ready to splash on her lavishly, imploring her to keep her money for her own use.

Now, with this old flame standing in front of her a little spark that she had forgotten about was suddenly getting fanned. Aaron had kept in great shape over the years. She had grudgingly told him that he was actually aging very well when she had seen him after all those years.

He admired her figure under the robe. She was gorgeous with just the right curves in the right places. It wasn’t just the way she looked, it was her wit that was unmatched. She was a tease and a flirt, but everyone knew where the line was with her, without her having to spell it out. His thoughts took an indecent turn again as he started to imagine how she would be in bed. He strained to take his eyes off her inviting body. He and Sarah had not slept together in almost six months and the memory of their last pathetic attempt, where he hadn’t even cum and she had obviously faked it to put an end to both their miseries was still fresh in his head.

“I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” Unable to resist the temptation, he put on a deep voice and pretended to be confused.

“I’m the help your husband hired to do the lawn. Is he not around?”

A little chuckle escaped her throat. There he goes again. The slight stubble from the night shift and unkempt hair actually did give him a rather rough look. But, in a sexy way. What was happening to her? This was her best friend’s husband for crying out loud! She felt her nipples hardening slowly, and knowing that he would notice, looked down at his crotch again, which now showed a full arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to do what they used to call his “hands-free pants-freeing”. At the sight of him squirming, a warm feeling began to develop deep inside her and she became aware of her cheeks flushing as she felt herself get wet. Suddenly she wanted him. Badly. Whether it was the sleep deprivation, the fact that they were alone in the house or the subtle changes in her physical and mental being since the last few weeks, she wanted to scratch him, hurt him, ride him, put him deep inside her, and scream his name over and over as she came again and again. She was dripping within a minute of all these thoughts coming alive in her mind and could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She had confided in Sarah last night about Jake and Sarah had admitted that their marriage was pretty much unsalvageable as well. Surely she wouldn’t mind if her best friend took a bite of this delicious apple. It wasn’t really cheating on anyone. Sarah had seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Or was it her aroused state that was clouding her reasoning ability and trying to rationalise what her body was screaming for her to do?

Aaron knew he wanted her badly, but thought that the hardening nipples were more a result of the draught he had let into the bedroom when he’d opened the door. She had blushed slightly though. But then it could have been wishful thinking on his part. The look she was giving him had ”flirtatious” written all over it. Maybe he should play more “hard to get”. Fat chance when she was such a knockout. He could be in a life or death situation and she could easily have him eating out of her hands within seconds if she wanted, and she knew it. What she had was every straight man’s weakness. Speaking of weaknesses and eating, he desperately wanted to taste whatever she had to offer. What the hell! She was married! He was married! This was his house! She was his wife’s best friend. At one time she had been his best friend. He was sure it was exhaustion that was continually propelling him forward and loosening his tongue dangerously. Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting.

“Maybe we should discuss the terms of the payments first.” He moved in close and that’s when she stunned him and pulled him close, wrapping his hands around her shapely arse. He was acutely aware that she was feeling his full arousal on the lower part of her stomach. As her hands moved up his chest, he braced himself for the friendly shove with a couple of words of admonishment, as she had often done 20 years ago, but to his surprise, she laced her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him deeply and passionately at first, then hungrily with a raw need that left him wanting for more when she eventually released him. They were both breathing hard, but there was no doubt that she was in better control. He still held her tightly, not knowing what to do.

“Will that do as a deposit?” Her voice was sultry and seductive.

He started to answer, but paused to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Actually I prefer payment in full – I’ve had a few costumers who have refused to pay…” The next kiss caught him by surprise – such was the ferocity. It all but confirmed her intentions to him. His grip on her bottom tightened as she gently bit his lower lip.

She could feel his full arousal, throbbing against her stomach. She longed to put it deep inside her, but she also wanted to prolong this little game of theirs. Without unlocking lips with her new lover, she started to undo his belt with urgency. The rough stubble on his face made him seem even more desirable, although she preferred men clean-shaven. She was convinced that a subtle yet sure shift was occurring in her attitude towards men and sex in general. Not only did she find this handsome married man desirable, she realised she had been horny all morning. She might have been horny for the last few weeks, but only just realised it. Her free flowing natural lubricants were a testament to that.

He could sense that familiar aroma emanating from her that he often associated with a heightened state of arousal. Over the years he had convinced himself that it was the smell of this “sex” from women that drove men wild. It was a scent he had discovered during his first proper kiss. His first kiss was Rachael and life had somehow brought them together, albeit in the most illegitimate way. That scent usually meant that the woman was ready and eager. It was a scent that he hadn’t caught a whiff of too often in the last several years. He felt his pants slip down and her probing hand grope into his jocks. As her fingers clasped roughly around his member, he slid his hand further down her leg and lifted it so that it was wrapped around his butt. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered that she was completely bare under the robe. And wet. Very, very wet.

As his fingers gently tested her readiness and slid inside her sacred spot drawing a sharp intake of breath from her, she expertly removed his jocks and started caressing his stiff manhood.

“Do you want to get “properly dressed” for the task?” She was burning with desire, but could see that his hunger was equal, if not greater, in his eyes.

Without a word, he ripped his t-shirt off and stepped out of his jocks and jeans. Her robe fell away exposing her bare breasts with nipples like hard pebbles. Both stark naked, they eyed each other hungrily for a few moments.

Her body was divine. She wasn’t too skinny or too big, just the right curves in the right places, soft curves at that, with breasts that weren’t too big, nor too small and was overall aging perfectly. He couldn’t help but notice her juices running freely down her creamy thighs. Never in recent memory, had he seen any woman aroused like this.

He was the perfect mixture of lean and cut. While most of his other middle-aged friends had started to let themselves go, he seemed to have kept to a strict fitness schedule, applying discipline to his active life as he did with everything else. Her thoughts briefly went back to Jake’s soft and flabby body for which poor diet and lack of exercise to blame. They had a gym at the office and a similarly equipped gym and pool at home, but she was the only one who ever frequented the gym and pool at home. Now seeing Aaron chiselled like an Adonis, she was glad she had spent all those hours sweating on the treadmill. Her eye fell on his throbbing penis, all eight inches of it, with the head almost purple with pressure from the blood rushing into it.

He suddenly knelt down and licked her thigh where her juices were trickling down, all the way to the source, spreading her legs and placing one on his shoulder, and pushed his tongue deep inside her. The sweet and salty taste of her combined with the intoxicating scent was driving him crazy.

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To Be Continued...

Katie Louise "Old Ties:Pt1"

LATE NIGHT ANAL PLAY by Eva

It was 3:00 am. After sleeping for maybe two hours at the most, Lanie was awake again and struggling to get back to sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she had tried a special muscle relaxation technique Blake swore by, she had tried shutting off her brain. She had even tried reading on her eReader but it was all to no avail; she was wide awake and frustrated. As far as she was concerned there was only one thing left to try. Masturbation. Logan had a big week at work so waking him up for a little sexual relief wasn’t an option. She would just have to get the dirty thoughts flowing and use her fingers to send her to sleep. Dirty thoughts or perhaps some on-mute porn on her cellphone.

Yes, that seemed easier. Picking her phone up from beside the bed she turned it to silent and flicked to the bookmarks screen, tapping the icon for her go-to porn website. But what was she in the mood for? Lesbian? Threesomes? Gang bangs? Oral? Spanking? Who the hell was she kidding in pretending to consider other categories of porn? As usual she went straight to the Anal category and began scrolling through for a thumbnail that appealed. She found one and was about to tap play when she realised she would need a particularly intense orgasm to send her to the land of nod. Taking this into consideration, Lanie reached over and took her bullet vibrator from the nightstand. Logan didn’t stir as she did this.

When she placed it against her clit, rolled onto her tummy and turned it on he remained completely oblivious. She was glad he was such a sound sleeper. Her clit was already beginning to tingle and when she finally started the video. The tingle soon turned into a dull throb. She skipped through the boring stuff and resumed the video when the two characters were naked. Lanie began to circle her hips in loose movements, the friction provided by the mattress beneath her adding to the thrumming vibrations of the bullet against her clitoris. On screen the man was now pressing the tip of his cock against the woman’s asshole and Lanie instinctively began pressing her hips more firmly against the mattress, in need of the added stimulation.

Lanie groaned internally as the man pushed inside the woman’s ass. Lanie could feel her pussy getting wetter as she move her hips in tighter circles and opened her legs slightly. Just enough to stretch her hole but not so much the bullet slipped out from between her labia. That was the last thing she needed! On screen the couple were picking up the pace. Lanie’s pussy was starting to feel hot and swollen while her clitoris was pulsating and sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Lanie’s toes began to curl as she felt her arousal moving on to a new phase – the pre-orgasm stage – when the pleasure became close to overwhelming. She gripped the top of the mattress with her spare hand and tired to control her breathing knowing that if she could manage to stay silent the orgasm would be even more intense.

Her abdomen, hips and thighs were all rigid, providing more resistance against the mattress and therefore increasing the friction on her clit. How she wished she could scream! Lanie almost screamed with shock when Logan suddenly moved on top of her. She had been so caught up in the video and the pleasure coursing through her she hadn’t been aware of Logan waking up. Lanie moved to turn the video off but before she could Logan stopped her. “Keep watching it,” he whispered into her ear. Lanie whimpered an uh hu’ in response and did as she was told. Logan got onto his knees and when she heard a lid being popped open she almost came from the anticipation alone. He was lubing up, which only meant one thing.

A finger ran down between her ass cheeks and when she felt that finger gently massaging her tight hole she groaned loudly, tilting her hips backward so he could use more pressure. The tip of his lubed finger slowly pressed inside her hole, the tight muscles stretching to accommodate the finger and making her want more. Seven inches more. Her breaths were coming in pants and when she finally felt the rounded tip of his cock against her asshole she gripped onto the bottom sheet and cried out loudly. Logan’s thick length felt divine as it slowly worked its way deeper into her and she had to resist the urge to get on all fours, knowing she would be rewarded with a killer orgasm if she kept as much friction on her clit as possible, She couldn’t really focus on the porn video, her eyesight was going blurry and her eyes kept rolling back in her head.

Every stroke of Logan’s cock was bringing her closer to the edge and as he started to move harder she dropped her phone and pressed her hands against the headboard. The resistance allowed Logan to hit deeper and harder but it also allowed her to grind her hips more effectively against the mattress. Every muscle in her body began to tighten as her orgasm started to build. Any intention of a silent orgasm flew out the window and as she began crying out louder and louder, she had to brace her self for what was fast approaching. Her pussy was sopping, her clit was aching, the feeling of fullness in her ass was only increasing with each stroke. She felt the very first orgasmic spasm in her clit and then screamed and writhed around beneath Logan as the full brunt of her orgasm struck.

She could feel it in her cunt and in her ass, she could feel it everywhere as it came wave after relentless wave until finally her body went still. The tension of orgasm was replaced by a soft, floaty feeling, a feeling of no longer being in her own body… just drifting. When Logan pulled out of her she realised he had also cum. She had been so caught up in her own orgasm she had completely missed the chance to experience the feeling of Logan releasing his load into her. She tried to form words, to tell him she loved him, that he had melted her brain, that she loved feeling him pressed against her like that, but all that came out was an incoherent mumble as sleep finally consumed her.

THE END!

Eva "Late Night Anal Play"

MY GYM TUTOR:PT2 by MEGAN

“You do have quite a pair of breasts. I guess, I could just take a little suck. You promise not to tell? I could lose my job.”

“I won’t tell anybody. We can do whatever you want. However, you must give me an “A.” I then took a contract out of my purse. It was just confirming that he'd give me the great grades in exchange for sex.”

“Aren’t you a clever girl? Since you’re all nude and everything. Lock my door and I’ll sign your papers. Then, you can undress me and get to work. I want to see how slutty you are, Miss Wilson.”

I then walked over to his door and locked it. I was only in my thong and sandals. I then walked back over to him.

“Why don’t you stand up and I’ll undress you.”

Mr. Shadow's is a very handsome man. He’s bald with blue eyes. He’s probably around fifty years old. I’d say he’s about 6’2.” I had been planning to fuck him for the past few months. I really didn’t want to be involved with gym class. I just wanted to fuck him for good grades.

I’m 5’7” and have long blonde hair and green eyes. I’ve been blessed with breasts that are a 38D cup. I’m one hundred and ten pounds. I have long legs and a nice ass. I also shave my pussy bare.

I went in front of him and took off his golf shirt. I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down his legs to his foot. I pulled his silk boxers down. I was surprised to see his cock sprang to action. He had a nice sized cock.

“Seems your cock is excited. I knew you were a dirty man. Do you like that I’m a dirty girl? Dirty girls go to heaven. I bet, we can be very dirty together.”

Mr. Shadow's then leaned against his desk. He grabbed me and we shared a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat. He was kissing me so hard. He put his hands on my buttocks and played with them hard. He seemed to be in control and not me calling the shots. The whole situation now seemed to change.

He put his hand down the front of my thong and played with my pussy. He rubbed my pussy lips with his fingers and was slapping at my cunt. He was really man handling me. He was squeezing my breasts and slapping at my nipples. I could tell how excited he was. Unfortunately, my body was reacting to the way he was treating me. The rougher he handled me, the more my nipples were stiff and my pussy was tingling and wetting for him.

“You’re a wet little slut. You’re pussy is so wet, Miss Wilson. Get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me what a little slut you are.”

I then squatted down and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on his head and worked my fingers up and down his shaft. I held his smooth balls while I gave him head.

“Keep sucking! Take more of my cock down your throat.”

I continued to suck and slurp on his hard cock. My cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth. I made all kinds of wet, popping noises while I gave him head. I used my fingers to stroke his cock.

I was sucking his cock deeper and harder. My hands were on his hips and he was face fucking me. I kept pace with him.

“You’re a little slut. You love cock! As fun as this is, I want your pussy on my cock. Straddle me in my chair!”

Mr. Shadow’s then walked to his chair and sat down. I then sat on top of him and eased his cock into my wet pussy. His cock felt amazing while I got into position. Once he was in, I bounced up and down on his cock. My breasts were bouncing up and down and he was sucking on my nipples. My pussy was wet while we fucked.

His hands were squeezing my tits together and pulling on my nipples. He was slapping my ass hard with his hand. This was making me more and more excited. I could feel my pussy getting ready to have an orgasm.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet! I want you to come! Fuck me harder!”

I continued to ride him hard. He was rubbing my clit while we fucked.

“I’m going to come. Holy fuck!”

I then screamed and had an orgasm. My pussy soaked his cock and balls.

“Get up and lean over my desk. I’m going to fuck your slutty ass now. You did say, I could fuck your asshole?”

“You could fuck my asshole. Make sure to come there. I don’t want you to come in my pussy.”

I got off of him and bent over his desk. Mr. Shadow's opened his draw and grabbed some lube. I did wonder why he had lube in his drawer. He then slathered it all over my asshole and his cock.

He then spread my buttocks with his hand and slowly entered my asshole. He pushed his cock into my anus slowly and then a bit faster. He grabbed my hips and fucked me. It felt really tight while he thrusted in and out of my anus.

“Miss Wilson, you’re so fucking tight. I like your asshole. Fuck!”

“Come in my asshole. Cream my ass!”

Mr. Shadow’s fucked my asshole deeper and faster. He was slapping my buttocks which was making my pussy so wet. I started to finger my cunt while he fucked me harder and faster.

“Fuck! I’m coming in your ass. Shit.”

Mr. Shadow’s came in my asshole. He pulled out and grabbed several tissues on his desk. He cleaned his cock and then pulled up his pants.

“That was incredibly sexy. Clean yourself up. I have a little surprise for you.”

While I was cleaning up, somebody knocked on his door. He went over to the door and my best friend, Rhonda was at the door.

“Miss Roberts come in. You’re just in time for our little party. I know how much you love to lick pussy. Come and clean up your best friend. If you girls want to pass my class, you both better get munching.”

“Are you fucking crazy, she’s my best friend. I’m no lesbian!”

“If you two want to pass my class, you’re going to lick each other’s cunts!”

“Miss Roberts take your pants off and lie on my desk. Miss Wilson will lick your pussy.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to make me do this. This wasn’t in the contract.”
A Meeting With My Gym Teacher , a short story by Mysteria27
“Fuck your contract, Miss Wilson! I’m the boss here. If you two sluts want to get an “A,” you both need to lick some cunt. Stop talking and get licking.”

Rhonda took off her boots and then her jeans. She pulled her panties down and got on his desk. I couldn’t believe I had to lick her pussy. I wasn’t ever with a girl before. I then bent down and licked at her pussy. I moved my tongue up and down her pussy folds.

Mr. Shadow’s was watching me lick her pussy. Rhonda’s eyes were closed and she really seemed like she was enjoying my efforts. I never knew she liked girls. This was proving to be a very strange day.

“I want you to tongue fuck her. Really get your tongue up inside of her. Make your friend come. Come on slut!”

I pushed my tongue right up inside of her pussy. I tongue fucked Rhonda and now she was grinding her face into my mouth. I was slurping her juices that were coming out of her pussy.

“I’m coming,” Rhonda screamed!

“Slurp up her juices! Drink that pussy juice!"

I drank Rhonda’s pussy juices that were pouring out of her cunt. I then stood up.

“Miss Wilson, it’s time for Miss. Robert’s to taste your pussy. Get on my desk and take off your thong!.”

I then stood up and took my thong off. Rhonda got off the desk and got dressed. I then sat on his desk and opened my legs. Rhonda got between my legs and licked at my fucked pussy. She moved her tongue all over my pussy lips. She sucked on each of my lips.

“Rhonda, you’re really good at this. You better not tell anybody about this!”

“I won’t. You taste so good. Fuck!”

Rhonda pushed her tongue into my pussy and tongue fucked me hard. I was moaning and groaning and enjoying all her efforts. Mr. Shadow’s was watching us and had a weird look on his face. Rhonda was licking my pussy and it really did feel so good.

I got very excited and let out lots of moans.

“I’m coming. Fuck!”

I then had an orgasm on Rhonda’s face. She slurped it all up.

“Kiss each other!”

I then got off the desk and Rhonda kissed me passionately on my lips. I couldn’t believe Mr. Shadow’s made me have oral sex with my best friend. I was rather disgusted that he made me lick her pussy.

“You girls each earned an “A.” You both are expected to fuck me every week to maintain your good grades. See you both next Tuesday. Make sure to be hungry, there will be more pussy munching to do. Have a good night.”

We both got dressed and left his office.

“I never thought I'd have to lick your pussy. You better not tell anybody about this!"

“Why would I. Please don’t tell anybody I like girls.”

“I won’t. Let’s just not talk about this. I never knew he’d make us do that. I just figured I’d fuck him and that would be that. I never dreamed he’d have you come and make us do that. He really is quite sick. He played us. I thought I was playing him.”

“I guess that’s why he’s paid the big bucks.”

“I heard he had sex for grades. I just figured it would be easy. I never thought, I’d have to be with you. Thank God, it was you and not some other girl. We can’t talk about this again. Not until next Tuesday. I guess he’s a kinky fuck and is going to want us to go down on each other. I don’t care, because I need to pass his class.”

“Don’t worry, it'll be fine. We’re best friends. Now we'll just be a little closer.”

We both giggled and walked out of the college. It was a crazy day for sure. I wasn’t proud of what I did for my good grade, but it was necessary. I knew to maintain the grade would be more work. That’s another story for another time.

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