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Just as Claire had said in her phone text to me, the room key was waiting for me at the front desk of the Hilton. I took the elevator to the eighth floor, a twenty-something blonde woman wearing a robe rode with me but got off on the pool level. I wondered if she could pick up the scent of my pussy. I was that turned on in anticipation of spending a night with Claire, the hot teen girl I had fucked in a restaurant washroom. The room was dimly lit. I could see little except the outline of Claire’s nineteen-year-old frame.  The first thing I noticed about Claire was her eyes. The instant our eyes met at the restaurant I saw her fiery desire, her curiosity, and that unmistakable fuck-me look. Claire’s eyes, while …

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Katherine stared at her phone and clutched her luggage. She knew she shouldn’t be looking down when she was supposed to be finding her ride in a new place. But she was too anxious not to text her friend and ensure she was coming for the fiftieth time. To anyone who just happened to look at her that morning, they would be taken aback. She wore a conservative, knee-length outfit with extremely heavy makeup and huge eye bags under her eye. The poor woman looked like a wet cat who was struggling to swim up to the surface and meow for help. You would feel compelled to go over and help her but would stop once she gave you a cold-hearted sneer.  The tan woman was just a hard nut to crack. “Babe, where are …

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I sighed again. The initiation continued. I was desperate to rub myself to climax, as the wooden dildos worked inside me, the one only partly inside, revolving around the other, fully in me, stretching my cunnie in a circular motion. “This is torture,” I groaned. Looking to Chrissie. I pleaded, “rub me off Chrissie – please.” “Sorry teen slut,” she replied, “we have to torture you, it’s your initiation. “Each girl has it specially tailored to her desires,” she continued, “carry on Kirsty. I had not felt a tremendous desire to be fucked with two skipping rope handles, up until this point. “We just come up with new ideas!” said Kirsty, who I now remembered from the party, working the handles. I had only seen her back and bottom as she had been 69’ing Jill, …

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“I wish I were going with you,” I complained, while I watched Dara put on her makeup for an afternoon shift at the Angel Room club. I was lying on the couch of her apartment, wrapped in a knitted blanket, trying to preserve the warmth she had left behind in the cushions for a few minutes longer. The TV was dark, the obscure rom-com she’d shared with me this morning long finished. “Can you imagine?” Dara giggled, pausing halfway through adhering a false eyelash. “We’d make all the customers so jealous, sneaking off to the Little Heavens together to give each other a million orgasms.” It was nice to hear her joke that way about bringing me back to the club — sharing a fantasy, not making a sales pitch. When we’d first met, I …

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Anna sank deeper into the warm, bubbly water, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. The warm glow of candles flickered softly while rose petals floating around her released their subtle scent into the air. It was the perfect oasis, and Anna felt her tension melting away with each passing moment. As she closed her eyes, she sensed movement behind her. She opened them to find Linda walking into the bathroom with a sly smile spreading across her face. Anna’s heart skipped a beat as Linda began to undress, her eyes fixed on the way her muscles flexed beneath her skin as she moved. “Come on, you can’t just come in here and expect me to let you in my bath,” Anna said, as Linda was stripping off her clothes, …

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Rebecca couldn’t believe she had let herself be talked into this. It felt like she was selling her soul. She had come out west to start college and further her dream of becoming an actress, but the only roles she could get were minor ones with few lines. The lead roles from the school often went to Mary Brooks and her friends. Mary had a charming personality that everybody loved, especially the guys who tended to flock around her. Rebecca couldn’t help liking Mary too and felt a desperate need to be her friend. Rebecca wasn’t good at meeting men and usually went unnoticed by them. She had already completed her first year of college and hadn’t been on a single date. It wasn’t that she was ugly or unpleasant, but she tended to keep …

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Tina stared angrily at the door that belonged to a woman who worked under her and reluctantly knocked on it. Even with her resting bitch face, she was a beautiful woman. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a well-formed body that she hid away out of shame. The reason for all the mess she was in now came from her cruel behavior towards the gays who worked with her. Mary, a coworker of hers, had filmed her sister having sex with a woman and threatened to leak it to people in her hometown. The video was made to look like her sister got paid to do lesbian porn, and if it had gotten out, it would have ruined her life. Everyone in Falls Creek, the town they grew up in, including their …

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Cynthia I was loving not only the attention from June but also eating Susan’s delicious cunt. Her juices were flowing freely as I sucked her clit and lapped at her wide-open labia. She had a few minor shivers, which I figured to be small orgasms, but I wanted a big one that would flood my face with her scrumptious nectar. Testing the waters a little, I swiped across her pink star and found it to be remarkably sensitive. Paying closer attention to her rear entrance, I traced it with increasing pressure until my tongue actually slipped inside. You would have thought that Susan had been electrocuted the way she shook and squirmed. With that, I gripped her upper thighs to hinder her escape, and I went at her like a rampant animal. It only took …

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Louise lay in bed beside her husband; she was playing with his cock, which was responding to her skilful touch. When she felt him stiffen and thicken sufficiently, she added some baby oil to her hand and to his growing erection. The oil allowed her to pump him harder while she reminded him verbally about some of their recent fucks. Louise chose exactly the right moment to play her trump card. While grasping the base of his cock firmly, she reminded him of Gina, a girl who was staying at the same hotel on their recent holiday in Portugal. Louise’s husband had taken a shine to her especially when she was around the pool. The trick worked, and her husband ejaculated, sending a generous shower of spunk into the air. Louise licked her fingers and …

Louise Visits The Gym, And Gets A Workout Read More »

Miss Susan’s exams were now upon us and I kept out of her way, while she revised before each one, just doing the housework and laundry, making sure she was comfortable. In the office, I was now completely accustomed to finding Miss Chantelle seated at my desk when I arrived. I now had to kneel before the desk and beg to be allowed to greet her properly, at which she rounded the desk, hiked her skirt and bent over to expose her magnificent arse. I lowered her knickers so that I could part the cheeks and properly French kiss her arsehole.When she was satisfied with my worship, I had to pull her knickers back up and her skirt down and then go to fetch her morning coffee. One morning, one of the young secretaries, Janice, …

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Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat? “Hey, I’ve forgotten my key…” Rat-a-tat-tat! “Hurry up little whore—” Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! “Get your bloody arse into gear and open the front door.” “So sorry, Miss. I can’t.” “For fuck’s sake, whyever not. These groceries aren’t getting any lighter.” “Following orders, Miss. Sorry.” “What … Whose?” “Yours, of course, Miss.” “Never ever suggested not letting your Mistress into her own apartment.” “Sorry; you did before. Granted not in so many words.” “Not in so many words … What, you disobedient little whore!” “So sorry, Miss … Not in so many words, Miss.” “And­—” “And nothing … Miss. I’m obliged to always address you as Miss. I’ve rectified my error … Miss.” “But I heard that patented suppressed snigger of yours. Methinks you’re still being a brat.” “I so don’t know what you mean … …

A Brat, Her Mistress, A Wet Sunday Down Under Read More »

The tall, blonde woman emerged from the crowd as if they moved aside just for her. She looked intently at me as she approached the bar. I gazed into her strikingly blue eyes, confused for a moment because why would she be headed towards me? Maybe she was looking at the bartender behind me. But no, she came right up to me, sparking in my heart a little flutter of panic with a slight twinge of excitement. “Hi, I’m Lauren. Can I buy you a drink?” she asked. Her voice was bubbly but carried over the din of the club. I nearly choked as I searched for how to respond. “Hi!” I finally blurted out. “Uhm, sure, that would be lovely. An espresso martini, please. Oh, and my name is Anna.” “Pleased to meet you …

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I found myself floating in a dark void, seemingly naked, my tall body fully visible to the nothingness around me. I couldn’t see, smell, or hear anything. The temperature was perfect—not too hot, not too cold. My body reacted to my thoughts, my hands moving as I willed them. Glancing down, I noticed my flaccid cock, strangely relaxed. There was no excitement, no pain—just a sense of calm comfort. But then, a bright light flashed, and a screen appeared in front of me like something from a video game. PROCESSING USER DATA. APOLOGIES… YOU ARE DEAD. I blinked, staring at the words, trying to wrap my mind around them. Dead? Really? My last memory was so mundane. I’d asked Liliana out—she rejected me, no surprise there, I wasn’t her type. Then we went to our …

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I was sixteen years old when I befriended Charlotte Simmons. I had been living with Maeve Anderson, my fifth foster parent, for about eight months. Maeve was the kindest foster parent I had by then, but she was also the biggest pushover. I had taken advantage of her kindness on too many occasions, and while I did feel guilty sometimes, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I was switched to a different home anyway. I learned the hard way to never make attachments.  So it was unfortunate for me when I bumped into Charlotte on her first day at Sugarhill High School. Standing in the hallway, she had never looked so out of place with her white skirt and plaid vest. Then there were the dark glasses on her face, and I thought …

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My feet drag across carpet as I slump into my apartment and shut the door behind me. The lights fizz like ginger ale when I flick the switch, and the crackling feeling they produce sends a delicious shiver up my spine. The sensation of electricity nearly distracts me from the exhaustion setting in, but not quite. The kitchen sink is filled with dishes. I only wash one bowl for tonight, leaving the rest to sit another day. Vaguely, I pour myself a bowl of cereal and head down the hall to my bedroom, navigating the maze of clutter I don’t have time to clean. I squeeze my soaked hair into a designated bucket next to my bed before peeling off my wet clothes and towel drying myself. The air is cold tonight. I hope Siren …

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¨Would you ever consider getting fucked by a man and letting me watch? ¨ Kat asked her wife, Jane, while on their plane ride from Canada to Mexico. ¨I know we’ve joked about it, but I think it would really turn me on to actually watch you do it, knowing that you would only be doing it to please me… Kat and Jane were both in their early thirties. Kat was often told she had green ¨cat eyes.¨ She had long, straight brunette hair, was tall, and had beautiful long hands. Jane was very androgynous, with short brown hair, blue eyes, tons of freckles and resembled a porcelain elf. ¨Oh Hun, you know how much it turns me on to please you, but a dick? Seriously? Those things are f****** gross!¨ Jane answered. Deep down, …

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“Heeeey! Come on in!” Bramley Applewhite cheerfully called out, swinging the door of the apartment wide open. “Hey! Thanks,” Ann MacIntosh smiled, entering the cool, dimly lighted living room. The petite red head looked around; the furniture looked plush, inviting. Everything was soft, muted colors but was not drab. Even the framed painting over the sand colored velour couch was soft and muted. “I swear, it is just so hot out there,” Ann said. “Yeah, but it’s a dry heat,” Haralson Apple said from the depths of the kitchen. “Hot is hot, whether it’s dry or not,” Bramley retorted. Ann wondered how they managed to make the apartment dim; the late summer morning sun was bright with not a cloud in the sky. “Come in, come in, sit, Hare’s in the kitchen making us some …

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“Well,” said Vianne, slapping her palms against her muscular thighs in that definitive way that I’d been dreading. “We’ve got an early morning ahead of us.” “Of course, of course,” said Debbie, one of the two older American women resting at the near edge of the pool, with a margarita perched on the tile rim between her hands. Debbie’s wife, Diane, nodded beside her and reached up to my deck chair to squeeze my hand, and run her thumb along my wrist the way she liked to do. “It’s been such fun.” It had been fun, this whole holiday, more fun than I’d been expecting. The beaches, the drinks, the swimming pools designed for relaxation instead of cutthroat competition — it was all enough to make spending a week with my swim mates downright enjoyable. …

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Cynthia Foxy intertwined her fingers in mine and pulled me to Jenn. After kissing Jenn on the lips tentatively, she introduced us formally. Placing my hand on Jenn’s breasts and hers on mine, Foxy giggled, “Now that’s an introduction,” she added while pulling Jenn’s bottoms to the ground and slipping them past her feet. Jenn and I shared the soft chuckle until our hands began to familiarize themselves with the other’s breasts. She was leaner than I was, and her breasts were smaller because of that. Her areolae were a pale pink, and her nipples were like hard little stones, clearly already excited to be fondled. We both murmured quietly while caressing tits and tweaking nipples. Inevitably, this led to our mouths connecting. It was not the softness of Foxy’s and my initial foray into …

Cynthia – Pool Time With The Ladies, The First Half Read More »

Blackcherry lounged on her plush couch, her tablet in hand as she browsed through an erotic story forum. The thirty-seven-year-old’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her breath quickening as she devoured tale after steamy tale. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, her free hand wandering to her breast. She tweaked her nipple through her thin tank top, feeling it harden instantly. The stories were getting her worked up with accounts of threesomes, girl-on-girl action, and kinky BDSM scenes. She loved it all, her pussy growing wetter with each paragraph. She set the tablet aside and slipped a hand into her shorts. “Fuck,” she hissed, finding her clit already swollen and slick. She circled it lazily, hips rocking. A notification pinged; a new story had been posted. She grabbed her tablet again, eyes widening as she read. It was …

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