Hot Tub Party

January 23rd, 2015

It was just a normal night out. I night filled with drinking and dancing and socializing. Little did I know that it had been worth my while to wear the nice black lace bra and panties that my lover had bought for me as he had quite the night planned out for me. I didn’t have a clue.

As the night wore on I became tipsier and flirtier. I was shamelessly flirting with most of my lover’s friends until one of them half jokingly said if I didn’t stop teasing, he would follow me up on my innuendoes. I laughed him off telling him only in his wildest, hottest, steamiest fantasies. He just gave me a look that melted my pussy and made my knees weak. If I had known at that time what they had planned and what lay in store for me, I would have acted on that right then and there.

It was time to leave the bar as it was almost closing time. The guys had decided to go back to John’s to drink more beer and order pizza. I was game. I was also wishing for some lounge wear if we were hanging around. Bar clothes are great for being out, but not for hanging out. John assured me he would definitely make me comfortable when we got to his house.

The cars pulled up to the house and we all piled out. I realized that my sweet and darling lover was not in the first to cars that were at the house, he was in the beer run vehicle. I didn’t think anything of it. We headed in and as I explored the house, I discovered John was holding out on us, as there was a hot tub in the back. I gleefully cried out ‘Hot Tub Party’ and we all headed out the back. Now when you take a bunch of good-looking mid-20 early 30-year-olds add alcohol and mix in a hot tub, things can get very interesting.

I wasn’t even thinking about Jake’s early threats of revenge, I was just concerned with relaxing in the tub and having some laughs and a few more drinks. That is until I felt a hand on my thigh. Above the water, you wouldn’t know what was happening, and beneath the concealment of the bubbles and darkness of the back yard I started to receive some caresses which were working their way up my thigh. I was hiding that there was anything goin on uder the water, continuing the conversation with Mark who was on my other side. I finally realized that it wasn’t my lover beside but his buddy Jake. He whispered that the revenge had just begun. I realized that during my intense conversation that the other girls had disappeared into the house with their respective guys and that it was only Mark, Dave and Jake in the tub with me.
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My Wife and Her Sister

January 8th, 2015

My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall, under a hundred pounds — a tiny lady. She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy, young woman. She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don’t sag and look positively mouthwatering without a bra.
I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D’s on such a tiny girl. We’ve been married a little over five years, and have had a great marriage — until now. Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely different from Susan.

Linda is tall and skinny (not thin — skinny), probably 5’10” or 5’11”, with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan right away and suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.

Susan wanted to surprise Linda so we didn’t announce our arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer. Susan suggested we look around back in case Linda was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices.

Both Susan and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man — and it wasn’t just long, it was thick, too. And that’s when all my troubles began! Watching Susan’s reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my normal six-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at times.

I’m sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this wasn’t the right time to disturb Linda and her friend and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned to the rental car and waited about an hour.

Later, when Linda opened the door to our knock, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda. At 20 years old, Jason was 21 years Linda’s junior, and was almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy, tanned, and blonde — the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we found out that Jason had been Linda’s pool maintenance boy before he moved in with her. Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out to Linda’s house.
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Thigh Highs

January 2nd, 2015

Funny how you have flash-backs at strange times. I was trying to recover from an incredibly hot orgasm and all I could think of was more! more!

My panties were gone, my legs were sweaty and trembling, but I was insatiable. This night was far from over that much was sure.

As I sat and contemplated my next move, my mind drifted back to my high school days. It was just after my 18th birthday and my mom had arranged for me to babysit for the couple next door. I didn’t mind at all, I actually liked Rob and Sharon. I even liked their kids. But I especially liked Rob.

Rob and Sharon were in their early thirties, well built, both worked out all the time. I must admit I used to fantasize about Rob. I dreamed of him taking me by force, holding me down, ripping my panties away and having his way with me. I often watched him do yard work, hoping he would shed his shirt just to get a glimpse of his mountainous chest.

I guess I felt such fantasy was safe because I knew it would never happen. It was just a school girl crush, but it was still enjoyable. It made me wet and horny enough to get me through many a lonely night of fingering myself into fantastic release.

This day would be no different. I was to drive over to their house after church on Sunday, watch the kids for a few hours while they went to some social thing. No big deal.

Maybe subconsciously that was the reason I dressed the way I did, I’ll never know. It was just fun to dress up when Rob was around. When I was alone in their house I would sometimes pretend he was married to me… imagining all the things I would do to that body when he got home from work… all the places his tongue would explore as he tasted every inch of my young, tanned, submissive body.

I remember, because it was the first time I ever wore thigh highs. Smooth, silky, cream-colored thigh highs with that sexy, lacy, rubbery grip top. They felt so erotic when I put them on… and the matching creamy lace thong was just perfect. Just looking at them in the mirror made me want to play with myself, but I had no time for that. Still, I felt so sexy in church I just kept crossing and uncrossing my legs so I could hear that delicious swishing sound.

I could feel the eyes of all the young guys staring at me, even the married ones. Once I even thought I caught the minister trying to get a glimpse up my dress, and that just made it worse. It only served to fan the voyeuristic fire that was burning deep within my panties.

Finally the service was over and I headed over to meet up with the kids. When I got there, Rob emerged from the bedroom in a short muscle shirt and skin-tight work-out pants. He said Sharon had been at her mother’s house for the weekend, and would be a couple of hours late.

I started to go home, but he said to hang out there and wait, no sense making another trip. His deep voice made my heart skip, he was so insistent that I stay. My fantasy began to take shape again, there we were, the perfect little married couple, home alone on Sunday afternoon.
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Strip Poker With The Guys

December 16th, 2014

Hubby would be home any minute with his buddies. The food was prepped and the beer was cold. Their monthly Poker Night was their little tradition and I had no problem with it. It normally consisted of a trip to a couple of strip clubs then back to one of their homes for a night of cards and drinking.

It was our turn to host the poker night and I had gone all out. Tons of food, cold beers and the hot little French Maid outfit I would be wearing while I served them. My husband knew about the food and beer but even he would be surprised at my attire for the evening. My husband works hard and I wanted the night to be a little extra special for him.

I was in the final stages of primping when I heard the car pull up. I stuffed my big tits into my new black bra with white lace trim and stepped into my thong with matching white lace trim. I pulled on my black stockings and attached them to my garter belt and stepped into my high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror and put the final touch of my little black apron around my waist. I stood at the mirror and admired my outfit and my well toned body. My tits were bulging and my thong framed my tight ass very nicely.

The door opened and I could hear them downstairs obviously still horny from watching the big fake tits prancing around the strip clubs. With one last adjustment in the mirror I was pretty confident that this outfit would cause them to quickly forget the strippers.

I waltzed down the steps and into the dining room where they had settled at the table to start playing cards. One pair of eyes looked up and then another. The another and another until all 6 pairs of eyes were fixed on me.

“Good evening Gentlemen,” I said in my best French accent. “I’ll be serving you tonight. Have you been naughty tonight?”

They all yelled “yes” and I told them with a twinkle in my eye that I would serve them anyway. I walked around the table and bent over to take each ones order. Their eyes followed my cleavage as they tried to order a beer and I could feel the guy behind me staring at my barely covered ass. I brought their beers back and then brought in some trays of appetizers I had made. I had left empty spaces on the trays for my tits to rest on while I served each guy individually. Their hands were within inches of my tits as they helped themselves to the appetizers.
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Stats Guy

November 16th, 2014

Dave entered the bus after the late girl’s basketball game at Waynesboro. He found a seat near the front, close to the coaches and prepared to nap on the ride back to the quad. With getting back to the university around midnight, he would not be done with figuring out the statistics until two or three in the morning. So he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep when he could.

The girls filed onto the bus and when Kim went past, he noticed that she gave him a strange look that he could not identify. Well, that could wait, he thought. He would ask her about it at the next game. After everyone had settled down, the trip home began.

Shortly after the bus began to move, Kim called toward the front of the bus, “Dave, we want to see you about some statistics.”

“Yeah, we want you to come back here,” her close friend Diane added.

“Oh, all right,” Dave replied sullenly and got the stat books together and headed back to where the girls were. He found Kim and Diane seated together about three seats from the back.

When he prepared to sit across the aisle from them, Diane said, “No, Dave, sit between us,” and moved into the aisle to allow him to sit down. He slid onto the seat and she squeezed in beside him.

He started to open the stat book and asked, “Well girls, what stats did you want to discuss?” “No, not those, silly,” Diane laughed as she took the books from his hand and placed them on the seat across the aisle. He looked bewildered and queried, “Then what ones do you mean?”

“We meant some performance statistics of yours,” Kim quietly answered, sliding her hand up along his leg to his crotch.
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Birthday Bang

November 6th, 2014

It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang.

I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,” she said, “This is Mary. Is Kevin there?”

How nice! I thought, a sweet sexy sounding woman’s voice to talk to. But she was asking for another guy.

“Sorry, ma’am,” I answered, “but you’ve got the wrong number.” I hung up. But that voice stayed on my mind and I wondered what she looked like.

Minutes later the phone rang again. When I answered it I was surprised and pleased to hear her voice again. She asked the same question. Only this time, I thought I would be a bit flirtatious, and see what happened.

“No, Mary…. Kevin isn’t here but if you don’t mind my saying, I truly love your voice and I’d love to entertain you even though I’m not Kevin.”

She laughed at my response and asked my name.

“I’m Roger. But you can Rog.”

She giggled a little and said, “Well, Rog. Your voice sounds pretty sexy.”

We ended up talking for hours that evening. We learned a lot about each other. Mary told me that she was a 39- year-old office assistant and part-time personal trainer at a gym franchise. She explained that she just had her divorce of 5 years finalized and that she was looking for her friend, Kevin, to spend a few hours with to relieve her of her misery.

However, our telephone conversation managed to do the trick. I kept Mary laughing and in a good mood. That one evening turned into a daily, 2-hour telephone conversation between Mary and I.

Two weeks after our first conversation, Mary called feeling depressed because it was her birthday and she didn’t have her husband or friend to spend it with. I suggested to her that I would be happy to take her out for her birthday. But she said, “Rog, I am a bit older than you baby. I doubt that we would have anything in common.”

I am 25 and work as a department store manager. I explained to her, “But Mary, this doesn’t have to be a romantic thing if you don’t want. This is a simple Happy Birthday ‘get together’ to bring in your 40th birthday.”

She was somehow convinced so we agreed to meet at a public location and celebrate her birthday. But I had a great surprise for her.
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The Photo Session

October 30th, 2014

I got an email from her two days ago. She said her husband was out of town and she needed some pictures taken. We’d been talking on the phone for a few weeks now, and thought it would be the perfect chance to finally meet. We were only three towns over from each other.

April and I have been talking online for a few weeks now. I stumbled upon her pictures on a website and couldn’t help but stare. The first thing I noticed on her was her eyes. She had a cute little round face, and soft lips. She had a few extra pounds on her, but to be honest, it made her look even better. She was a very sexual person, even in the pictures where she wasn’t intentionally trying; I tell you it’s her eyes.

She knew I wasn’t a professional photographer, but I took photographer very seriously. Most people think you need a good camera or a tripod to take great pictures, but I think it all depends on whose hands the camera is in.

I grabbed my point and shoot camera and the directions to April’s house and headed for the door. It was a short drive, as expected but I was really nervous about it. I had only met one woman from the Internet before and she turned out to be a complete psycho. But April seemed different from her, so I figured it might be fun. This would be an especially difficult photo session, but I had no idea just how hard things would get. But I figured I could get through it in a professional manner. I did one day want to become a professional photographer, and not just with beautiful models. This would be first foray into working with a model.

I pulled up to the apartment complex, and it was just as she had described it. I sat in the car for a few minutes, checking myself in the rear view mirror and just getting my courage to go in there. I kept telling myself nothing would sexual would happen, and you were just doing her a favor by taking these pictures for her. I had no idea what she wanted with them. It never occurred to me she was going to post them on her site. I guess I was too nervous to think this one out.

I went up to the door, camera in hand and rang the doorbell. About a minute later, the door opened and I got the shock of my life. Instead of being in regular clothes (like I expected), April opened the door in a naughty little school girl outfit, including the white dress shirt, plaid skirt, white knee high socks and even more realistic was the hair in two pony tails on the sides of her head. She looked so incredibly sexy.

“I saw your car pull up. I was wondering how long you were going to sit out there before you rang my door”, she grinned. I still thinking I was speechless, trying to take in the sight I held before me. I just kind of shrugged at her, still speechless. “And why did you bring your camera? We’re going to be using my digital camera. This is for the website, silly. And I don’t think you want to go into the pharmacy with these kind of pics. Now get in here, I’m starting to get cold.
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Watching My Sweet Wife

October 17th, 2014

My wife and I have been married for almost 7 years. She’s 31, blonde with blue eyes, with a terrific, curvy body and fantastic 36c tits. She’s shy and conservative, which makes the fantasy of seeing her with another guy just that much more erotic! I love seeing other guys checking her out, and I know that they’re wondering what those tits would look like naked! I just wish she’d show them off sometime!

I like the idea of going to a party with my wife where the lights are fairly dim, and after a few drinks I convince her to remove her bra so she can tease the guys who are checking her out. Hopefully, it would be crowded there, with lots of touching, and I’d see some guy sneaking a quick feel of her as we roamed through the crowd.

Meanwhile I’d be doing the same for any girls that happened to bump into me, enjoying knowing that my wife is watching me and the girls who let themselves be touched and groped.

She’d see me grabbing a girl’s tit or ass and smile, and let some stranger grab her in return. At some point I’d see a guy’s hand caressing her tits, not just going for a quick grab, but holding them and squeezing them… I’d see her hand reach down to his crotch, rubbing over his obviously hard cock.

As we mingle a little more, have another drink, she tells me that he’s asked her to check with her husband to see if it’s OK if he slides his hand up under her shirt. Even in the dim lights, I can see that her face is flushed, and she’s excited. I tell her to let him if she wants…. the next thing I know is the guy is standing behind her, reaching around her front, his hand caressing just under her braless full tits, still over her shirt. My shy little wife then holds out the bottom of her shirt, and he takes the cue to reach under it to grab her naked tits…. My lovely wife’s eyes widen as the stranger’s hand cups her warm, soft breast.

The whole time I’m standing nearby, watching, occasionally grabbing and rubbing the pretty girls who are talking with me or brushing past, but never taking my eyes off my wife, allowing the stranger to grope her tits under her shirt…

I keep watching, seeing his hands grabbing her tits under her tight shirt… I see the outline of his hands squeezing and caressing her tits, as she relaxes, leans back and smiles at me… her hand disappears behind her back and I know that she’s trying to grab his cock…..
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Office Anal For the Office Slut

October 6th, 2014

Being known as the office tease or slut doesn’t bother me, I enjoy sex a lot in all its forms so being known as promiscuous suits me fine as it means I get a lot of guaranteed action!

There was an occasion I remember well during a meeting, round a table of 7 people, my colleague to the right of me began feeling my leg. Most girls might feel this as an intrusion of privacy, I don’t, I love being fondled in inappropriate situations! Don’t get me wrong if I know the guy to be a creep I’ll brush him off but in most cases I’m all for some sexual groping!

My colleague, Scott, is a good looking, athletic guy. I knew he had a girlfriend but that was a minor detail and if he chose to feel me up and turn me on then that’s his prerogative! During the meeting his hand moved further up my stockinged thigh till it was at the top of my black stockings. During a part of the meeting where I was required to speak Scott un clasped my stocking and began to push it down my leg, knowing this would put me in an awkward situation at some point! I wasn’t annoyed, rather, very much turned on by this forwardly flirty behaviour!

As Scott moved his hand further up my thigh I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving him room to stroke my moist pussy through my lace knickers. He expertly rubbed me softly, locating my clit which was swelling under his perfect strokes!
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Breaking In The New Co Worker

September 22nd, 2014

Over the five year period of working as a warehouse clerk at an office supply store, I have seen many employees come and go. Some would realize all of the work that is required of them and quit in a matter of weeks. But about six months ago, the store manager hired a new girl to be a cashier. She was an African-American girl whom I estimated to be 18.

I was fortunate, one afternoon, to meet her in the employee’s lounge during our lunch break.

Surprisingly, I made conversation with her and we got along great. She told me that her name was Tracy and she attended the high school that was right up the block from my apartment. We spoke throughout our entire break and, after a week, we began taking our lunch breaks at the same time. Tracy and I began having a close friendly relationship, despite our age difference of about 10 years.

One evening, Tracy told me that she was going to have to quit the job because there was no means of transportation for her to get to work after school. She explained , “Think about it, Craig. I am using most of the money that I make here just catching the bus here everyday. That doesn’t make much sense.”

“Well, I have an idea, Tracy. What if I just pick you up from school on my way to work and we can ride together?” She liked the idea and called me her savior for helping out. In time, Tracy was like a close friend to me. We spoke of everything. I would tell her of my women problems and she would tell me of her boy problems.

One Wednesday afternoon, I was relaxed in front of my television and VCR. It was one of those lonely times when I would pop in a video of myself and an ex-girlfriend having sex. Gradually, my cock began rising to the occasion and, of course, I would put my hand to work on it. Listening to the heavy breathing and moaning had me totally aroused. But just when it felt as though I was going to explode, there was a knock at the door. Needless to say, my erect cock began going soft. I quickly adjusted myself, turn off the VCR, and yelled out, “Who is it?” To my surprise, it was Tracy. “But, I thought, ‘what in the hell is she doing here. She’s not due out of school for another 2 hours.” I opened the door for her and there stood a young lady whom I had never realized how attractive she was. Her hair was combed back and down to her shoulder. She wore just enough cosmetic to enhance her natural beauty. Tracy was wearing her school uniform of white blouse and brown skirt. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top to reveal her beautiful black cleavage and her skirt was hemmed short enough to see that she had the most beautiful pair of tight black legs that I had ever seen. From the looks of her legs, I could tell that she, obviously, ran track at her school.
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