• Meat The Preachers Wife

    Amber Sullivan sat at the kitchen table, sipped tea, and thought about her husband and her marriage. The day before had been her third wedding anniversary, but her husband had not mentioned it, had not acknowledged it. Amber sighed and a frown crossed her face. It’s not as if he forgot it, she thought; it’s as if he ignored it, as if it didn’t mean anything to him.

    Three years…and he…She sighed again. Of course, Lucas had a lot on his mind, and he was a minister, and he naturally…She wagged her head as she thought about her husband, and about the past few months.

    Lucas had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his “flock,” visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons. And sex–forget about it. She gave out a sardonic little chuckle.

    From the first day of their marriage, Lucas had been squeamish, finicky, prudish when it came to sex. It almost seemed as if he looked upon sex as debasing, distasteful, a painful duty to perform. And gradually he had shown, he had made it clear, that he wasn’t interested in sex.

    When was the last time we did it? she asked herself. Two weeks ago? Again, she gave out a wry chuckle. And even then, it was…She wagged her head as she thought about it. Lucas had mounted her, had given her a dozen strokes, shot his load, and then had rolled off her. And that had been it….

    Hammering sounds from the porch interrupted her thought. She walked to the kitchen screen door and looked out. Cliff Mason was hard at work, repairing a section of the parsonage porch.

    Amber watched the carpenter for a moment, and she felt a tingle run over her and a warmth that was centered in her breasts and between her thighs. He wore a tank-top and cutoff jeans. He was black and big and muscular, and his neck, arms and legs glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. Her gaze was drawn to his thick pink lips, and she felt a fizzy tingling run up and down her body; her heart beat faster and her throat and lips were suddenly dry.

    She opened the screen door and said, “About time for a break, isn’t it? Would you like some iced tea?”

    Cliff Mason looked up, smiled, and said, “You read my mind.”
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  • The Massage

    Cindy parked her car in the client space outside the spa. She was smiling despite the horrible day she had just had. She was finally going to treat herself to a massage. She couldn’t think of anything she needed worse right now.

    She entered the spa and the attendant showed her to the ladies changing room where she could undress and put on one of the nice white fluffy robes that the spa provided. Cindy stripped off her clothes and stored them in the locker.

    After donning the robe, she went out to the lobby and waited to be called. She sank down into the overstuffed chair and closed her eyes. “Mmmmmmmmm, so comfortable,” she thought. She felt some of the day’s stress slip away. She was almost asleep when she heard someone calling her name.

    “Cindy?” she heard a deep male voice ask.

    “Yes,” she answered, opening her eyes and looking up at the young man standing before her. “Wow, are all the masseurs this cute?” she thought to herself.

    “Hi, I’m Josh,” he said extending his hand. Cindy reached up to shake his hand and gasped at the electric shock that ran thru her at the touch of his hand.

    “Damn, calm down girl,” she told herself. “You’re old enough to be his mother.” “Well, maybe just his aunt,” she thought, smiling to herself.

    “This way, please,” Josh said as he gently took her elbow and lead her toward the massage room. They entered the room, which was dimly lit, with soft smoothing music playing in the background.

    “OK, I’m going to leave the room for a few minutes and I want you to take off your robe, hang it on this hook, and then lay face down on this table with your face in this opening,” said Josh. “OK,” smiled Cindy.

    She quickly disrobed and laid face down on the table, covering herself with the sheet.

    There was a knock on the door. “Ready?” asked Josh. “Yes,” replied Cindy.

    Josh applied warm scented oil to his hands and started rubbing her shoulders. “You’re very tense,” said Josh. “Yes, I know,” answered Cindy. “Well, just relax and I will take care of those knots,” said Josh. He massaged her shoulders for several minutes until the knots had disappeared.

    Cindy found herself becoming aroused by the feel of masculine hands on her body. “Stop it,” she told herself. It’s just a massage.

    “Is it warm enough in here?” asked Josh. “Oh yes,” answered Cindy. “A little too warm,” she thought to herself as she felt her face flush.

    Josh took the sheet and pulled it down until it was just covering her buttocks and concentrated on her lower back. As he rubbed her lower back in a circular motion, he occasionally touched the tops of her butt cheeks. Cindy felt her pussy beginning to get wet.
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  • One Fine Day At The Office

    I work in a large industrial plant where various departments have to work together on projects to get the job done right and on time. On this particular project we needed the help or assistance of another engineering department that we normally don’t deal with. My job puts me in the position of being an assistant to my department head at times. I don’t have any authority, but get the cheap thrill of attending some pretty boring meetings and having to deal with the assistant heads of other departments who also have no authority and cannot make decisions. The assistant department head of the other engineering department was Pam Goodman. I had seen her around for several months. She was very sexy, had a great body, and being and engineer herself, was no dummy. I would also like to point out that she had always appeared very professional and never flirted that I had ever seen. Now keep in mind that this is the nineties and making a pass at a woman at work can get your ass in deep shit if you aren’t very careful. Sexual harassment and all that. If you tell the wrong woman she has a great ass, it could be you last day on that job.

    Recently I have had a number phone conversations with Pam. After the first few, she started sounding rather sexy on the phone and dropped a few sexual innuendoes, but they weren’t too blatant. The more I had talked to her the more innuendoes she had used and the more blatant they had become. It was like she had sex on the brain and I was turning her on even though I was being very careful about what I said. Maybe she had picked up that I was watching what I said, figured I would love to have flirted with her but was afraid to, and took it as a challenge. The last call was the one that got even more suggestive. During the conversation I had to admit that I had forgotten to get something done and that it had been a hard day.

    “So, who made you hard today?” she asked.

    “Made me hard today? Interesting choice of words.”

    “Did you see some woman showing a little cleavage or something?”

    So much for my wondering if that juxtaposition of words had been an accident, though I had been pretty sure it wasn’t. “No, I said I had a hard day, not that I got hard today, though that did happen too.”

    “Like I said, who made you hard today? I know you had a hard day, but who made you hard? I would think that would be a high point in your day.”

    “Oh, I’d rather not say.” As little as I knew her at this point I wasn’t going to tell her it was her cute ass walking down the hall that had given me the hardon. This conversation was getting interesting, but I was defiantly going to let her lead it.

    “You’re no fun. I thought you might have gotten flashed or something. Ever had that happen? Any of the women here ever flash you?”

    “No, I can’t say that that has ever happened. I wouldn’t mind it, but it hasn’t happened yet. Why, have you ever done any flashing here?”

    “Maybe.”

    “Not telling?”

    “No. Maybe you ought to pay more attention. It goes on around here a lot more than you might think.”
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  • Secret Party Slut

    “How did it go tonight?” I asked my wife as she returned home.

    “Okay.” She replied, trying to muster up a smile as she did so.

    Of course I knew how her night had went. I knew exactly where she had been and exactly what she had done, because I had watched her doing it. She had been fucked by at least seven different guys.

    I should have been livid, I should have packed my bags and left her, but I now knew that she had been a reluctant participant in the events I had witnessed. And I knew that she was doing it for us. Sounds strange, but it was true.

    The whole thing started a few months ago, really when she lost her job due to the economic downturn. We were struggling to pay the bills, even with the little extra I was making in over-time; when her friend Kelly suggested that she could make good money working with her as an events organizer. Initially Susan was enthusiastic, especially when Kelly told her how much she could make, but after one night when she went with Kelly to an event she decided that it wasn’t for her. I couldn’t draw her on what the problem was so I left it at that.

    A couple of months after that first event, Susan told me she was going to help Kelly with her next party, she seemed hesitant and again I asked her what the problem was, and again she was non-committal.

    The night of the event came along and I could sense that she was almost dreading going out to it, of course now I know why, but at the time it all seemed very odd, I put it down to first time nerves and a lack of confidence. She made £1000 that night and I was ecstatic.

    Looking back I can see it was then that things started to go sour between us. She lost her interest in sex, and she seemed to be more and more depressed. In the months that followed she helped Kelly at three more events and earned another £3000, but sank deeper into the gloom that had enveloped her.

    I eventually came to the conclusion that she was having an affair, stupid I know, but how could I have guessed that the problem really was that she was working as a high-class call girl.

    I came to the conclusion that the man she was seeing behind my back must work with her, so I decided to follow her to the next event and find out exactly what was going on.

    Kelly picked up my wife shortly before 8pm that Saturday night; I was already outside the house, waiting further down the street in a rented car, so when Kelly pulled onto the street and drove past me, I discreetly followed them. After about 30 minutes they pulled into the busy driveway of a large detached villa somewhere in the suburbs. The house was brightly lit and was surrounded by trees set back from a small lawn. The property was enclosed by a high wooden fence, but I scaled it easily enough and waited, hidden in the trees to see what I could make out from the outside.
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  • First Time at The Frat House

    “Tony,” yelled Brian. “Come over here.”

    From across the crowded frat house basement, I hear Brian call and walked over through the crowd. The crowd was thinning though. It was 1:30 in the morning, and even though it was a Friday night, some people were heading out early since the next night was a themed party and everyone knew they’d be back and out until at least four in the morning for it.

    Brian was standing with a very hot blonde who was wearing a loose t-shirt and a very low cut skirt.

    “Tony,” said Brian. “This is Cindi. Cindi, this is Gudzinya. You oughta let him get in ya.”

    He laughed. He’d said that to so many girls in the basement of this frat house trying to get me laid. And he could never remember how to pronounce my last name, which is Getculli. But as many girls as he’d said it to, everyone always figured he was just being his usual self—the comedian.

    “Okay,” said Cindi.

    We both looked at her. Neither of her had expected her to give that answer.

    I felt myself grow hard. I was really hoping I had heard her correctly.

    “Well what are you waiting for, man. Take her upstairs.”

    I was lucky I had my own room. I’d only just joined the fraternity a few weeks back in the semester, but there was an open room in The House and I was invited to move in and get out of the dorm.

    I put my arm around Cindy’s shoulder and began walking her to the stairs leading out of the basement. As we walked away, Brian grabbed my hand and put it onto her ass, under her skirt. I could feel the string of her thong panties.
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  • My Wife The Cum Slut

    Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. “Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs,” she would say after a good seeing to.

    I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled it. That and the anticipation of waiting for her to return home, wondering exactly what she was up to, how many men there were, had they stripped her off completely, was she sucking a cock. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for her was just pure agony.

    It all started after watching a program on hookers. One of the girls was about the same age and build as Shelly and she had started her call girl career by designing her own web site. Within weeks she was doing three to four punters a week and earning about £500. “Blimey, if she can earn that with her fat figure, imagine what blokes would pay to fuck you,” I said as we cuddled up together on the sofa. “Would you really like me to fuck other men?” she asked, running her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got until the bulge had turned into a tent. “You bastard,” she joked, grabbing my hard on, “it’s actually turning you on isn’t it, you really would like me to be a whore. Perhaps you’d like to think of me doing this.” She unzipped my flies and pulled my rampant cock free. It was heaven as her tongue lashed round the rim before taking the first few inches in her mouth.

    “Oh yeah, that’s it babe, suck it real good, just imagine I’m some bloke in a hotel room and your sucking his cock.” She was kneeling on the sofa beside me, her short skirt riding high on her thighs showing a tantalising glimpse of black stocking. I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the nylon. “Just think, some total stranger would be doing this to you as you sucked his fat cock.” I let my fingers drift over her cunt mound causing her to moan in pleasure. “Would you like that, would you like him to touch your cunt as you suck him?”
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  • Under The Table

    James pulled the big Chrysler to the front entrance of the Ritz Carlton, then turned his head and chuckled as he watched Louisa pull down the visor mirror to check her makeup for perhaps the tenth time during the short drive from the office to the hotel.

    “You look beautiful,” he said, and Louisa blushed at such an effusive comment coming from her boss, a recently-divorced man twenty-five years her senior. He looked pretty damned nice as well, she thought, in his dark blue suit and red tie. She was the first to admit that she loved a man in a suit, and he filled his out perfectly. The invitation had said ‘cocktail attire’; she hadn’t known what that meant, but hoped her green halter dress and black shawl would not be out of place.

    It was the MAEM Awards. Though she’d asked repeatedly, Louisa couldn’t remember what the acronym stood for, but she knew it had something to do with marketing. She had only worked at the magazine for a month or so when James asked if she’d like to attend the dressy shindig with the rest of the staff, and naturally, she had said yes. Not because she gave a rat’s ass about the advertising business, of course, but because it would give her an opportunity to make her move. After tonight, she might well be unemployed, riding the next bus back to Indiana. But after weeks of analyzing and fanaticizing, she was ready to risk it all.

    Inside, about six hundred people, mostly impossibly attractive, impeccably dressed and coifed advertising executives, packed the Grand Hall, milling about and making liberal use of the bar. The theme was something Spanish-related, apparently, as a salsa band blared and flamenco dancers whirled on a raised platform at the front of the room. Then, directed by some imperceptible signal, everyone broke from their chatty clusters to array themselves at tables of ten. Louisa slid into the chair beside her boss as the lights dimmed, a massive screen appeared, and what promised to be an interminable multimedia presentation of winners began.

    “Get comfortable – this is going to take a while,” he said to her as he poured her a glass of wine. Had he been keeping track, he would have realized it was her fourth.

    Beneath the table, James’s legs bumped Louisa’s, but neither of them pulled back or muttered apologies. They were knee to knee, wool suit pants touching silken leg. Impulsively, beneath the folds of the tablecloth, Louisa gently put her hand on his upper leg and squeezed.

    James glanced at her, a bit surprised, and smiled. Louisa smiled in return and moved her hand slightly, a bit higher.
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  • Best Friends Share Everything

    Sarah and V have been best friends for more than 15 years. They do everything girls do together. Lay out by the pool. Go see movies. Go out to eat. On this afternoon, V and her husband, Joe, came over because the ladies where going out for an afternoon of shopping in town while their husbands watched a game on TV.

    They wasted no time in getting their afternoon started. Sarah grabbed a few beers for the road and headed for the door.

    “See you boys later.” V said.

    “You girls going partying?” Joe asked.

    They giggled and devilishly answered, “Uh huh. We sure are. Don’t wait up boys.” With that they locked arms and bounced out of the house, laughing all the way to the car.

    Sarah stopped in front of the car as V rounded the other side. “You know they wonder about it.”

    They got in and V looked over at Sarah. “Yeah. I’ve wondered what Joe would say if… Isn’t it fun to keeping them wondering.”

    They gave each other that secret grin and Sarah backed out of the driveway.

    “So where are we going?” V asked.

    “I thought we’d go into town, do a little shopping and grab a bite around six o’clock. Um… And then maybe go pick up a guy or something. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
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  • Locker Room Blow Off

    It was late. The college locker room was nearly empty and Jimmy was the last person in the showers. Jimmy’s a good-looking guy. He’s very muscular, but not bulky, and has dark brown hair. He turned off the water and ran his hands down over his pecs and abs, sliding the water off his body. He looked around and realized someone had taken his towel. As he walked around the lockers, he came upon a sight too incredible to believe.

    Kelly and April, two cheerleaders were on their knees giving blowjobs to his friends. These girls were sorority sisters and college seniors. In fact, Kelly was a teacher’s aid in one of Jimmy’s classes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. They were hot, both blonde with blue eyes and perfect bodies. Their large supple boobs rocked back and forth as their heads bobbed on the engorged cocks in front of them. None of Jimmy’s friends even acknowledged his presence.

    Jimmy felt his dick grow and thought he’d see if he could join them. Jimmy walked over and stood next to Andy. Now Andy is the assistant coach and is little older than the others, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. Pecs, abs, and a light trail of light brown hair from his navel down his washboard lower abs to his large erect dick. He was stroking his cock with his right hand and never looked up. Every once and a while he would jiggle it and April would take it in her mouth.

    Beside Andy were Billy and Robbie, twins. The only way you could tell these two apart was because Billy had darker hair. Otherwise, even naked these two are identical with baby blue eyes and the same hairstyle. Billy was caressing his body as April went all the way down on his hard shaft. It was strange; they both seemed to get off on seeing each other get blown. Then April grabbed Robbie’s cock and double sucked them. Both guys rocked their hips forward tensing their six-pack abs as April slobbered all over their cocks.
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  • Drive In Memories

    I guess everyone my age has some drive in memories. I have a lot actually but one night in particular stands out in my mind. It was 1966 and I was a newly liberated young woman of 19, all graduated from High School and on my way in life. I’d managed to land a job as a stewardess and was preparing to move to Minneapolis to start work. My boyfriend Bob wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of losing his “Hot blond surfer girl” as he called me, but I was thrilled at the upcoming opportunity.

    The night in question began rather awkwardly. My little sister Crissy had been seeing a boy and, after two dates to chaperoned high school events, they wanted to go to the drive in to see a movie. Our mom wasn’t too keen on the idea. I don’t know why she was so protective of Crissy. Maybe it’s because they look so much alike. My sister has small, almost non-existant tits but with large firm nipples that are actually flat on the tip. Her butt is rather prominant and she sports a shock of curly red hair. She doesn’t think so, but she’s actually really cute. Our mom has similar features and, though her hair has lost it’s color, she was a redhead too at a younger age.

    Anyway it was decided that we would “Double” to the movies. “She just might need a little looking after Debbie.” My mother told me.

    Oh Great. Just what I wanted. Babysit my little sister on probably my last night with Bob before I left for Minnesota. My mother was adamant and I knew I couldn’t change her mind. Bob, as you might imagine, was similarly disappointed. “She’s 18 for God’s sake! Can’t we ditch them?” he hissed.

    At a drive in? Besides, we were taking my sister’s date’s car. It was a big ’65 Ford Galaxy so there would be plenty of comfortable seating. That’s just fine and dandy except Bob and I didn’t exactly want to “Sit.”

    So Bob met me at our house and we waited for Crissy’s date, Matt to show up. Crissy was wearing a typical outfit for her: A short green dress that did nothing to accentuate her positive features, no bra since she didn’t really need one, and, I assumed, white cotton schoolgirl panties. The only kind we were “Allowed” to wear.

    Matt finally showed up and I was surprised to find Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome standing there when my mom opened the door. I wondered why he was interested in Crissy who rarely dated and was introverted and shy by nature. He extended his hand and squeezed mine when we were introduced. His dark brown eyes just burned into mine!

    “Crissy you didn’t tell me your sister was Kim Novak!” he joked. He really was a hunky guy! I guess they’d been assigned as lab partners in chemistry class and developed a little chemistry of their own! Bob and Matt knew each other from the track team so the four of us actually got along pretty well.

    We headed out for the Sepulveda drive in which was considered the local “Passion Pit.” We’d told our mom we were going to a walk in theatre just to appease her but…nah! The conversation was flowing as we drove along and Matt spoke to me several times, always calling me by my name, which was…nice.

    The movie we went to see, Alfred Hichcock’s “The Birds” is now considered a classic but I really didn’t think it was so great back then. Especially when Bob took me in his arms and began to french me right there in the back seat. I forgot all about my little sister and her date in the car with us and eagerly returned his kisses. We both felt the urgency of our now limited remaining time together. I reached for his cock and wasn’t at all surprised to find that it had already hardened in his pants. Oh my God! what could we do?

    My little sister, whom I assumed was still a virgin, and her boyfriend whom I’d virtually just met were only a few feet away in the front seat! Matt had his arm around Crissy and they seemed to be engrossed in the movie. With my heart racing, I unzipped Bob’s slacks and reached for his cock, hoping a hand job could be discreetly accomplished here in the back seat.
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