• Making The Grade

    I can’t help but notice the blazing blonde hair flowing halfway down her back, surrounding a face which initially confuses me. While she can give off the “I’m-so-fucking-bitching” attitude, I shortly assess she’s actually a semi-innocent, cute, naive, and childlike — yet knowingly flirtatious — young woman, caring more about having fun in the moment than anything else.

    Sitting in the front row (“Obviously a learning strategy she’s picked up somewhere,” I silently surmise, smiling to myself), her striking features and two-piece outfit scream for my attention. She’s dressed perfectly for the warm autumn days at the beginning of the school year. The bottom of the thigh-length black floral print skirt flutters innocently in the ever-so-slight breeze passing through the room, but when she spins to take part in the ice-breaker I’ve planned, I notice how the top wraps tightly around her flawless waist around stays snug until where it just passes the point where her perfectly-defined buttcheeks take form. My subtle (yet well-trained) observation skills notice the slight rise of the intended-to-be-invisible top flare of her thong under that silken wrap surrounding her ass. “Hmmm,” I think to myself, “lovely accentuation brought out by a comfortable — and lovely — skirt.” As well, I notice the match: what looks like one of Daddy’s lightweight white Oxford dress shirts. She has tied it off up just under her rack. And what a pair of gorgeous tits: They’re tight, firm, and just a little larger than what might be expected on a girl her size. The only button she’d bothered to fasten was the unique gold-covered change Daddy must have made: the Playboy bunny emblem. Consequently, because the shirt is a tad too big, she affords me an amazing view of her right breast. When she turns, the consequence of not-yet removing all the starch causes the left side to lap open slightly, providing an unobstructed view of her nibble ring and a rush of blood to my easily engorged cock.

    By reading and following up on her “beginning of the year” questionnaire, I discover that not only is she on the spirit squad; she’s also one of the premier individual dancers in the state. Within days I learn that, in dance, she regularly wins competitions, showcasing her choreographic talent — and her crushing tendency to unknowingly incite the distracted judges (both men and women) to lust after her.

    As the semester progresses, I find I (almost) unknowingly schedule any needed walk through campus at the same times as her practice. Her perfectly trained ass gyrates to the sounds of the music which carries her into erotic ecstasy — at least in my mind.

    But it’s in class where her magic continues to capture my imagination and fuel the fantasy. It is a game day just like any other, and she’s there in that short skirt which easily gives way to her tight, pussy-outlining panties. It’s as if she forgets she’s wearing something so short, and lets herself spread those luscious powerful legs just a little too far. It’s then I can barely contain the blood rushing to my member. Needless to say, this makes it difficult to conduct class, as she slides her ass toward the front of the chair, oblivious that she’s giving me a peep show up her skirt. I find it hard to focus on the aesthetic consequences of Reductionism. My brain tries, but slips and stumbles. Ohh, that trimmed young beaver, barely covered by her panties.

    I know all it would take: The class session ends, the other students file out considering the profound implications of what I’d presented that morning. Consequently, they’re oblivious that she’s remaining, overwhelmed. Their departure gives me the change-of-pace I need as I put away my notes, seeing the blur of faces exit the room.

    At first, even I don’t notice her still sitting exactly where and how she had been less than a minute prior, but it doesn’t take long. I look up and see what I think is that look I’ve seen in the eyes of multiple struggling coeds like her before. But I’m wrong, and we are alone — with nobody needing the room for over an hour.

    Tucked behind those those seemingly sad liquid blue eyes is a question. She looks at the floor, or so it seems. “Professor, you… well… you know my grade in this class isn’t so good, and well… I really need a good grade in here, and I’ll do ANYTHING to raise it.”
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  • Amys Bar Bang

    Amy and Steve had known each other since their childhood. They had grown up together, attending the same high school and eventually the same college. Everyone expected them to marry at some stage and despite warnings that they were still too young, they had decided to take the plunge in their final year at college. They made an attractive couple. Everyone said so. Amy was strikingly pretty, her long blonde hair framed a beautiful, oval shaped face and tumbled in curls down her back. She stood only 5’6″ in her stockings, but her well proportioned legs had the feel and texture of fine alabaster. Her breasts were small but perky and complimented her flat stomach perfectly. Steve stood over 6ft and had short black hair. His face was rugged with a masculine jawline. His body told the story of an athlete in the prime of life.

    They were both in their last month of college, and deeply immersed in final exams. This week had been a particularly difficult one, and as Friday came to a close, they were both exhausted and happy that the week was over. They met in the college refectory after their last class and began to plan their weekend off. They had decided to start that night. It was time to kick back, relax and maybe get a little drunk!

    They had decided on Oscars, a small music bar on the outskirts of town. The clientele there was not of the highest calibre, but the music was good and the beer cheap and so, after a home cooked dinner, they set out for the bar. They could hear the music as they alighted the bus and as they entered through an old iron door, they were met by a fog of cigarette smoke and the smell of beer. Inside the music was very loud. The joint was not overcrowded; a few customers were on the small dance floor gyrating to the heavy beat of the music, a few sat at the bar and some were sitting in small booths drinking and laughing. Steve spotted an empty booth and led his young wife by the hand towards the seats. The ordered a jug of beer and settled in for a night of drinking.

    After her third glass, Amy suddenly announced that she wanted to dance.

    “Come on Steve, I’m in the mood to boogie!” She said squeezing his leg and bending her head to nibble his ear.

    Amy knew that her husband was very reserved and disliked to show any sign of affection in public, but she couldn’t resist teasing him. She was feeling mellow from the beer and a little horny. She wanted to show off the tight black dress that she had worn.

    “No way! I’m too tired to dance. And stop biting my ear will you, you know I hate that!”

    Amy slumped back into her seat and pouted, her arms folded petulantly across her chest. God, Sometimes Steve annoyed her! No discussion, no compromise, just a straight No Way’.

    “Well, I want to dance. If you wont dance with me then I’ll have to find someone who will!”

    “Fine,” replied Steve angrily. “Go right ahead, you know where I’ll be.”

    Damn! Thought Amy. Her plan had backfired. She thought Steve would be jealous and that she could embarrass him into dancing, but he had failed to bite and now she was no better off. Well why shouldn’t she dance with someone else? She thought. She wouldn’t be far away, and like he said, he wasn’t going anywhere that would separate him from his beer!

    Feeling a little self conscious, but still a little excited she jumped to her feet and strode purposefully towards the bar. Steve watched her petite frame as she sashayed over to the counter and ordered another drink. To hell with it, he thought as he caught the waitress’ attention and ordered another jug for himself.

    Amy leant against the bar and sipped her drink. She had been aware that she had drawn a few glances as they had walked in. It always pleased her to turn heads. She noticed a few guys standing at the other end of the bar and hoped that the one with blonde hair and cute butt would come and ask her to dance. She didn’t have to wait long. The guys were all looking at her now and whispering to each other, commenting on her figure hugging dress and trying to decide who would be brave enough to approach her. Eventually one of them started to walk over to her. It was not the guy that she had hoped, but as she looked at this man, she was just as impressed.

    “Hi. I’m Phil. Buy you a drink?”

    “Just got one thanks.” she replied, smiling up towards his face. He looked very handsome in the smoky light of the bar.

    “What about a dance, then?”

    Amy didn’t want to appear to eager. Her mind was telling her to slow down, but her body was saying: go for it!’

    “Um…well, okay. Just one maybe.”

    Before she knew what had happened, Amy found herself in the middle of the dance floor. The music was up-beat, but Phil did not seem to be following it too closely. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her close to him as they swayed in slowly turning circles. She could feel the muscles in his neck as her hands linked around it and she could also feel an unmistakable bulge in the front of his trousers as he pressed himself closer towards her. She was feeling buzzed from the beer and naughtily rubbed herself ever so slightly against him. Phil noticed the positive reaction immediately and let his hands drop to her pert little bottom and rest there. As they circled with the music, Amy caught glimpses of Steve sitting in the booth and watching her. His eyes stared points of fire towards her and as she turned, she could almost feel them boring a hole in her back. Phil’s hands were now cupping and squeezing her bottom as they danced. She could not deny the pleasure that she was experiencing at his touch. She and Steve had been so tired recently that they had not made love for over a week and she could now feel a definite heat from inside her black satin panties as her arousal increased. She was oblivious to all around her as they swayed around the floor. Phil was nuzzling her neck sensuously as his hands roamed over her butt squeezing a little harder and getting her wetter by the moment. She felt him gently slide his hand up her side and cup a breast in his hand. Then her mind snapped back to reality as she found herself being dragged backwards by her arm.

    “What the FUCK do you think your doing?”
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  • The Head Cheerleader

    “Here’s a picture of me at Mt. Rushmore.” The girl in the picture was a High School aged version of my Jan. The similarities were obvious, though over 10 years had passed since this photo was taken.

    It was a rainy Saturday afternoon; our planned picnic had been aborted. Looking for something to do after a morning of sex, Jan brewed a pot of coffee and we started going through old photo albums. Though a wantonly sexual creature, I had always enjoyed Jan’s sentimental side. We had been at it for hours, looking at the photos of her childhood and High School and college years.

    She turned a page in the album. She grimaced. “Oh, this is me on the cheerleading team.” Once again the girl in the photo was my Jan, looking very girlish. The blue sweater she wore in the photo fit relatively loosely, her skirt shorter than anything I’d seen her wear in the six months we’d been dating, her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

    “I like it!” I smiled wickedly. Jan wasn’t the kind of girl I would have pictured as a cheerleader. A staunch feminist, she was very vocal about girls being pigeonholed into gender roles.

    “Oh, I was so dumb!” She was on the verge of getting mad. “I can’t believe I did something so stupid!”

    “It’s just something girls that age do,” I stroked her hair lightly, “besides, you were definitely cute enough to pull it off!”

    “Oh stop!”

    “No, really,” I grinned, “you could still pull that look off if you wanted to.”

    I was trying to flatter her, but I wasn’t exaggerating. at 28, Jan still had a cute quality about her with her slightly upturned nose and infectious smile. Her body was still trim, though her hips had widened a bit over the years.

    “I don’t ever want to look so stupid again!” She was a little angry.

    “I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m just teasing you a little.”

    “It’s not you.” She turned the page in the album. That page contained a number of cheerleader photos as well.

    “What is it then?” I asked. I was a little concerned about her mood. “Bad memories?”

    “Sort of. Do you see this picture?” She pointed to a photo of her and the rest of the squad in a posed photo. “This was before my first game. Just before the game my boyfriend saw me in the hallway. We stepped into a doorway and made out for a couple of minutes. His dick was so hard! He was feeling me up under my sweater and I was getting really hot for him. I told him how bad I wanted him and we decided to meet after the game.

    “During the game, boys I knew from school came up and talked to me. Boys who normally didn’t talk to me now acted like we were old friends. I noticed a few of them had hard ons.” She grinned at me. “Yeah, girls notice that sort of thing. I started realizing the effect I had on boys, and it was getting me a little worked up. I was a little more enthusiastic, my leg kicks were higher, and I wiggled my ass more seductively. Cheering was making me really hot!

    “By the end of the game, my panties were soaked! I needed my boyfriend so bad! We met just outside the locker room right after the game. I pushed him into an unlocked Janitor’s closet and started kissing him. I had planned to take him home and fuck him, but I was so horny. I could feel his hard cock as he ground it against my belly.
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  • Sister In Law Is Sexy

    I had only been married a few months when my wife Mary decided that she wanted to go visit her sister Holly who lived in Miami. Having not met her sister yet I had no idea what I was about to lay my eyes on but at least I new we were going to a nice place and that night time walks on the ocean front would lead to sex on the beach as my wife likes to have sex in strange places. Packing our suitcases I knew I needed to take a little inspiration for our nights together as my wife was fickle about where we had sex. So I put her collection of sex toys, a few porn movies and a bottle of baby oil in her case.

    As we pulled up at Holly’s house my heart skipped a beat and I became breathless at the sight of my sister in law Linda. I was pleasantly surprised at how Mary’s sister looked and she had curves in all the right places. Holly had deep blue eyes, long blonde hair and beautiful deep sun kissed skin. She also had big boobs that caught my attention at first glance and a nice heart shaped ass. As I tried to shake the thoughts that had already entered my head my cock betray me and began to swell up in my shorts. As Holly walked about the villa you could tell she had the air conditioner on as it cause big nipples to protrude almost right through her halter top.

    “You must be John, Mary has told me so much about you” Holly said as she ran up to meet me.

    She hugged me so close and seemed to purposely rub her big boobs against me. I was so hot I thought my dick would explode. I loved every second of seeing and feeling her against me. Don’t get me wrong I loved my wife but seeing Holly in her little red halter top and those big nipple sticking right out got me as hard as hell. I knew I just had to get her off my mind or I would end up fucking my marriage up. I thought to myself why didn’t I find her first. All I could think about was how my hot sister in law was and that I just had to have her.

    To try and take my mind off her I proceeded to unload the car and then get comfortable on the couch. As Mary and Holly went into what was to be our room while we stayed there to act like schoolgirls as I stayed on the couch and watched her big screen TV for a while. As our drive from Louisville had been a long one I began to get extremely tired and it wasn’t long before I fell asleep on the couch. The dreams I had of Linda’s pussy on my face were amazing. I dreamed of Linda riding my dick and while fucking my wife with her vibrator. Just as I was about to explode my wife woke me up.

    I didn’t know how to react to the dream I just had as it was so vivid and real. And it made me want her all the more. The next few days would prove to be a real test. Every time I saw Linda my heart would pound harder and harder and it appeared that every chance she got she was flaunting that beautiful ass in my face. Every night when I was fucking my wife her sister was all I could think about. It was the best sex we had had together in a long time but just fantasizing wasn’t enough I just had to have Linda’s pussy and find out if she was a natural blonde.
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  • Babysitter Stripper

    It took a long time to find a babysitter for my infant child, but when my wife called one day to say she had found the perfect girl, I was thrilled that we’d finally be able to go out once again. My wife was beautiful, she had nice D cup breasts and a delicious body, but our sex life had been sapped by the arrival of a baby. At 25 we were both overwhelmed by the responsibilities of children and careers and we hadn’t had much time for each other.

    Our first date in a year occurred a week later when we went out to a movie and dinner. The babysitter was a stunningly beautiful 18 year old named Victoria, who was getting ready to attend college the next year. Victoria was every man’s fantasy, a chirpy, big –breasted, thin girl with a gorgeous face and long, Italian brunette hair. The first time I saw her I nearly had an instant erection. My wife had found her through a co-worker, apparently she was an in-demand babysitter, and at least from my perspective, I could see why. She arrived in a short black skirt and a low cut top, and after making arrangements with my wife we both left her to sit with the kid. At the movie and dinner I enjoyed my alone time with my wife, but Victoria stayed in my mind. That night, my wife drove Victoria home, and I jerked off while she was gone.(to my disappointment). When my wife got home I threw her into bed and make passionate love to her, but again Victoria was nagging me with thoughts of her sumptuous body.

    Over the next several months Victoria babysat for us about every two weeks, and the routine continued. I gradually got to know her through our short, two minute encounters. One night, my wife drank too much wine and asked me to take Victoria home instead. I obliged, and realizing I needed to write Victoria a check for her work, I quickly sat down at the kitchen table and opened the checkbook. As I was writing Victoria walked by, accidentally dropping some of her makeup on the floor. I couldn’t help but stare as she bent over to pick it up, giving me a view to die for. Her pleated skirt was just the right length, rising just high enough to give me a peak of a sexy black thong. I had an instant hard-on, and suddenly she caught my gaze and blushed. I continued writing, but we both knew that I had been looking and enjoying the view.

    I drove her home after her little bending over incident, but she seemed extra interested in me in a way that she hadn’t happened before. She laughed at my mini-jokes that weren’t funny, she smiled at me, and I swear that she pressed those sexy breasts together just to give me a view as she sat in the passenger seat. In the weeks that followed the flirting continued, I even caught one glare from my wife, but I figured it was just playful fun. About eight weeks after my gaze, I drove Victoria home again. This time Victoria started asking about the health of my marriage and my sex life. I told her that I loved my wife, but our sex life was a bit boring. She said that was too bad, and then she told me about her sex life. Apparently she had a boyfriend who had gotten pretty serious, and the implicit message was that she wasn’t a virgin. They had a hard breakup three months back, and now Victoria was out on the prowl, looking for a decent man. She finished her story as we pulled up to her house, and I said “Ok, See ya next time.” As she got out, she smiled, her red bra was visible all the way around her low cut tank top, and she climbed out of the car. This time though, she gave me a deliberate view of her red panties. They were see through boy shorts that hugged her beautiful ass, and I nearly burst in my pants. We smiled at each other as she walked away; I rushed home to masturbate and fuck my wife.
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  • Naughty Time

    I can never forget the most naughtiest fuck of my life. I think it’s because It was also one of my best as well….

    I was at one of my best friends wedding reception. We had known each other for years and we had grown up and learnt everything together. And I mean EVERYTHING! I was wearing quite a revealing dress for the occasion as it was mid summer and very hot. The combination of the dress and the heat was really starting to turn me on and I couldn’t help but discreetly sneak my fingers up my dress underneath the table. After a while of pleasing myself, my glance briefly came in line with the groom, Tony. He was staring right at me with a very mischievious grin on his face. I had always thought he was quite attractive and knowing he had caught me out just turned me on even more. I had also heard that he had quite a lot in a certain department and that he knew how to use it.

    Without thinking, I got up from the table and slowly walked past where he was sitting. As I past him, I turned around slightly and mouthed out “room 14″ really slowly. I detected a slight nod from him and he mouthed back “5 minutes.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but sure enough I was on my way to my room, number 14 and getting more and more excited by the second.

    I had just gone inside when I heard a knock on the door. Starting to breathe heavily, I spun around and opened it. It was Tony, who immediately grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He slammed the door shut and took off his jacket shirt and tie straight away staring at me all the time. He then told me how he had always wanted to fuck me hard ever since he had first met me and that because it was his wedding day to someone else, just turned him on so much.

    He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled the zip on my dress down while I started to loosen his belt. As we did this, my tits popped out right in front of his face and Tony just burried his head in them. He then stripped my dress and panties off me and took a step back. By now I was getting extremely wet, and there was only one thing I wanted: COCK!
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  • Hot Tub Party

    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

    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

    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

    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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