January 24, 2018
I run a clothing store at a shopping center. Early one weekday morning, shortly after opening, a young man entered and said he was interested in buying a pair of jeans. Without paying much notice, I directed him to the back of store, where we keep a fairly large supply.
About 10 minutes later, with no other customers in the store, I decided to check up on him. I left Louise, an elderly woman who works for me, at the cash register and went to the back.
As I approached the man, he was sorting through clothes. He looked like a student from the nearby college. He was wearing a very short pair of shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. He had dirty blonde hair, and, I noticed, was lean yet well-built and quite good looking.
Now, the fact that he was good looking didn’t mean much to me. After all, I was old enough to be his mother — 49 years old, to be exact.
As I got closer, he was squatting down to look at some jeans on a low shelf. I looked at him and was shocked to see his penis hanging down from the edge of his shorts. He seemed oblivious to it. He pivoted toward me to look at another shelf, giving me an even better view.
I was stunned and immediately started to get a tingling I had not felt in some time. I had been divorced for seven years, and my love life was nonexistent. To tell you the truth, I had kind of sworn off men after the divorce, and basically didn’t think about sex.
But all of a sudden, here was a handsome young man flashing me — apparently unintentionally. His penis was very long and thick — much more so than my ex-husband’s. It seemed like I was staring at him for minutes, but it was really only a few seconds. He abruptly stood up, said he wanted to try on a few pairs of jeans he had selected, and asked where the changing room was. I said I’d show him.
I led him to the back corner of the store. We have two changing rooms with pull curtains. He went in and pulled the curtain, but it didn’t close all the way. Of course, with my appetite now whetted, I had to stand there and watch. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He dropped his shorts with his back to me, showing off a marvelously chiseled rear end. He also took off the T-shirt. He then slipped on a pair of jeans.
As he was about to come out of the room, I pretended I was rearranging clothes at a nearby rack. As I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he went to a mirror and looked at the jeans. He then called me over.
My eyes immediately went to his now-bare chest. As I said, he was quite well built, with a deep suntan. He may have been just a kid, but he was hunk! I felt flush and was surprised by my response.
Pulling The Bridal Train
November 29, 2017
Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short. Her nipples, always sensitive, reacted to her thoughts and rose up creating dimples in the otherwise smooth cloth that barely covered her breasts. She smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of all of her guests seeing her like this.
It was still two hours before her wedding would start. Two hours and she would become Mrs. Greg Stevens. Her hair was not yet done up into the hairstyle she had chosen and she still had to put her makeup on, but still she was beautiful. Her face glowed with the inner happiness of knowing that a wonderful life was ahead of her. Greg was a kind and gentle man, who took her as she was and didn’t wish to change her. He was handsome, successful and very good in bed. Best of all he enjoyed her sluttish nature as much as Mary herself did. Mary smiled at herself and her own thoughts, beaming with delight as she studied herself in the mirror.
“Radiant!” Becky, her long time friend and bridesmaid, said as she looked over Mary’s shoulder. “You are radiant.”
“Well I’m supposed to be, aren’t I? In two hours I’ll be Mrs. Stevens. Newly married and headed to Paris for my honeymoon.”
“Paris is tomorrow honey. You spend tonight at the Palace Hotel, in the bridal suite.”
“Yeah, and what a night it’s going to be too!” Mary smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth before she turned serious and looked at her friend. “Can you believe I am actually nervous? I thought it was the groom that was supposed to be sweating.”
“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it for a while. Want me to arrange something for you?”
“Ooh, you nasty girl. What did you have in mind?” Mary grinned at her friend.
“Well, let me get rid of your mother first. I’m sure that whatever I can come up with she’ll not approve.” Mary’s mother was the one who had insisted on having the wedding in a church, performed by her minister. Mary’s lifestyle really didn’t mesh very well with the traditional religious views, but she had given in to her mother, mostly because fighting would be futile anyway.
“That would be a start. She has been driving me crazy today. Where is she now anyway?”
“The caterer arrived and she is down stairs making their life a living hell.” Becky laughed. “They will probably kiss me when I send her off on an errand. Now let’s see. What do we need that’s important enough to require her personal care?”
“Here, ” Mary said taking off one of her shoes and twisting the heel roughly finally breaking if from the shoe, “send her down to the bridal shop to get this fixed.”
Becky laughed and took the broken shoe. “Perfect, perfect. It’ll take them a while to fix it. She won’t be back until just before the wedding starts.”
Just then a knock sounded on the door to the dressing room. “Are you decent in there?” A deep baritone voice called through the closed door. Greg’s father had the most sensuous voice Mary had ever heard and she felt a tingle start between her legs just from hearing his voice.
“Yes, but you can come in anyway.” She called out causing Becky to playfully slap her shoulder as the door opened.
Carl Stevens was a little taller than his son Greg, but had the same rugged good looks and the same large hands. Mary could only imagine that his cock was as big and beautiful as his son’s. The thought brought her nipples back to full attention and she smiled as he entered the room.
“Hi Carl, what’s up?” Mary said, taking the time to let her eyes drift down over his muscled chest, past his trim waist and onto the bulge in the tuxedo pants that he was wearing.
“Just checking to see if everything is okay.” Carl said, smiling at his son’s fiance as he noted her checking him out. She was beautiful and if half of what Greg said about her was true, then Carl was looking forward to having her in the family.
Becky held up the shoe. “Actually I was just about to send Linda on an errand. Would you like to stay here and keep Mary company until I get back?”
“Sure, no problem at all.” Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants at the thought of being alone with Mary, even for a few minutes. Nothing had ever happened between them, but the sexual tension had been there for a long time. He shook his head, how could he think that, it was his son’s wedding day! And here he was thinking about a quicky with the bride.
Mary noted the twitch in Carl’s pants and smiled broadly. She had wanted to have him since the first time Greg had taken her to meet his parents. The opportunity had never arisen, however, but now she thought he might just be the distraction she needed. As Becky slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, Mary twisted in her chair, pulling her legs out from under the dressing table. Her wedding gown was long in the back, trailing back into a long formal train, but the front was cut short enough to reveal her knees and as she turned she purposefully spread her legs and pulled the dress up just a little hoping to give Carl a flash of panty. Carl saw her turn and saw her skirt ride up but from his standing position he could only see about four inches above her knees. He smiled at her and moved to sit down on a small folding chair in front of her, hoping to improve his view.
As soon as he sat down Mary caught him off guard by raising one foot and setting it into his lap. “Would you mind rubbing my foot? Those shoes have made it sore.” She pouted, pursing her beautiful lips and batting her eyelids slowly. It was corny and Mary was sure that Carl saw right through it, but she didn’t care, it got his big firm hands onto her and that was what she wanted.
Carl started massaging her foot gently. He had definitely improved his view by sitting down and now he was able to see just a hint of white between her legs. Mary shifted in her seat, scooting down just a little, pushing her foot farther onto Carl’s lap and in the process she managed to spread her legs even wider and push her dress up a little farther. Carl almost choked. He could easily see her panties, even the small mounds made by her pussy lips were clearly visible. He continued stroking her foot, moving his hands up over her firm calf, loving the feel of her skin under his fingers.
Mary groaned a low moan of intense pleasure and leaned back slightly. She felt her pussy heating up and knew that she was getting wet. She hoped that Carl could see her panties, that he would notice the wet spot growing between her legs, maybe even smell the aroma of her sex as her excitement grew. She dropped her eyelids almost shut and watched him as he massaged her. He moved her foot deeper into his lap, letting his hands flow up her leg past her knee and onto her silky thighs before drawing them back down to her ankle. She stretched her foot a little pressing it into the growing bulge in his trousers, feeling his cock with her toes and he groaned in pleasure. Mary smiled and pulled her foot from his lap causing him to look up in alarm suddenly hoping he had not offended her. Maybe he had gotten the wrong signal. But his fears were allayed when she lifted her dress up, showing him her wet panties.
“Now you’ve done it Carl. Look at that, I’ve made my panties all wet. Will you help me get them off? I mean I can’t wear them like this. I suppose I’ll just have to go without.”
Carl grinned and immediately knelt in front of her. He let his hands slip up the outside of her creamy thighs to the thin strings that held her panties on. He pulled the wisp of material down slowly, inch by inch. His eyes never left her crotch as he breathed in her intoxicating fragrance. Her sex was in full bloom and as he lowered her panties farther he saw her swollen lips slightly parted below her carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair. Her clit was erect and flushed red with her excitement. As he continued to remove her panties he leaned forward and nuzzled her dripping pussy with his nose and mouth, drinking in her rich aroma, tasting her sweet juices on his lips.
Mary couldn’t take anymore so she dropped her dress down over his shoulders and pulled his head into her pussy. “Oh, yes, Carl. Eat me, lick my pussy, make me cum with your mouth. Mmm, I need to cum so bad. Oh yes, yes, fuck me with your tongue.” It felt so wicked to be doing this. Letting her fiance’s father lick her pussy in a church on her wedding day. Her mind reeled with the sheer eroticism of what she was doing. She felt like such a wonderful slut and she knew that Greg would be pleased when she told him the story.
Carl swirled his tongue into her pussy, letting it part her lips gently and then lifting it to flick it over her clit then quickly back down to stab into her sweet hole and taste her juices. His cock was fully erect now and uncomfortable inside his pants, but he wasn’t about to stop for fear that she would not let him resume. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he gently bit it and then he released her clit and sucked her engorged pussy lips letting her nectar flow into his mouth. He could tell that she was near orgasm from her breathing and the force her hands were putting on his head, but he didn’t let up. Instead he increased his assault, laving her obscenely and smearing her juice all over his face and bringing her to an intense climax that almost caused her legs to buckle.
She had just regained some of her composure when she heard the door to the dressing room open and then shut quietly. She looked up and saw Becky standing by the door grinning like a Cheshire cat. She raised a finger to her mouth, motioning for Becky to be quiet. Her friend took the hint quickly and stood without a sound watching as Carl performed his artistic cunnilingus.
Mary smiled at her friend and then looked back down at Carl. “Yes baby, that was so good, suck my pussy, make me cum again and again. You can do it, be my big daddy, fucking his daughter-in-law. I’m going to love being a part of your family. Oh, god, I need you to fuck me. Come up here and give me your cock, put your cum in my pussy so Greg can lick it from my pussy tonight, our wedding night. I want him to suck your cum from my pussy and to know where it came from. Please, oh please, fuck me now. Fuck me in my wedding dress. Oh yes, yes, yes.”
Carl was a little surprised by Mary’s coarse language but it just served to make him hotter. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and he rose up in front of her. He grabbed her hair roughly and kissed her full on the lips, pressing his tongue into her willing mouth. As they kissed Becky moved a low coffee table around into a better position. Finally Mary and Carl broke the kiss and Carl realized they weren’t alone. He blushed and began to stammer an apology, but Mary grabbed his hand and held him tight, keeping him from leaving.
“It’s okay. She is a good friend. Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”
Carl stared at her and then looked over at Becky. Surprise and shock fought arousal on his face but finally his sexual needs won out. He watched as Becky helped Mary lay down on the coffee table, hiking her dress up around her waist and spreading her legs wide. Carl shook his head for a half second and then smiled and reached down and opened up his pants. He took out a cock that was longer and thicker than his son’s and he wasted no time moving between Mary’s legs and pushing his cock deep into her wet and ready pussy.
Mary gasped at the size of his cock and then smiled up at him. “Oh yeah, fuck me good with that big cock!” She moaned out as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper into her. It wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever had but it was big enough and she moaned loudly as he pushed himself deep into her waiting sex. They began to fuck wildly as Becky watched, smiling. They were so engrossed in their sex that they didn’t hear the soft knock on the door. Becky did and she quickly moved to intercept whoever was out there. It was Paula, Mary and Becky’s friend and fellow adventurer. Becky quickly pulled Paula into the room, pressing her hand over her mouth as she did and then an evil idea welled up in Becky and she grinned at her friend.
“You stay here and guard the fort while they fuck.” Becky whispered to Paula, “I’m going to see if anyone else wants to join the party.” Paula grinned at her mischievous friend but nodded and smiled at her. Becky slipped out the door and then made her way downstairs to where the caterers were setting up. After she was gone Paula locked the door and then went to Mary’s side and knelt down. She leaned over her friend and kissed her gently on the lips. Once again Carl was surprised and he almost panicked when he realized that the girl beside them was not Becky. This was starting to get a little weird, who would show up next? Not his wife, he hoped, but he was almost to the point of climax and couldn’t stop. Besides the sight of Mary and Paula kissing was a great turn on for him. He continued to fuck Mary, pumping into her with renewed vigor and eliciting small animalistic groans and grunts from her as his cock hammered into her pussy. Paula heard a light knock on the door and went to answer it just as Carl began to cum.
“Oh fuck, Mary, you are such a beautiful little slut. I’m cumming, do you want me to cum inside you?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, put your cum in my pussy. I want to feel your cum inside me as I walk down the aisle.”
It was too much for Carl and his cock exploded deep into her hole. He slammed forward, pressing as deep into her as he could and let his balls empty themselves into the hot confines of her womb. He stayed that way for a long minute, relishing the release of orgasm and then as his cock began to soften he pulled out.
“Next!” Becky had returned to the room and she pulled Carl away from Mary and a thin young man from the caterers stepped in and rammed his cock deep into Mary without any warning. Mary’s eyes went wide as she realized that the room was actually full of men with their cocks out, standing in a line to fuck her. She smiled and mouthed a silent “I love you” to Becky and then concentrated on the boy between her legs. He fucked her hard and fast and all too quickly he began to add his cum to Carl’s.
Immediately another man dressed in a dark suit stepped up. He was an older man, in his late forties or early fifties, but he hadn’t forgotten how to use his cock. He moved inside her, not just pounding, but really fucking her and Mary felt herself flow into her second orgasm of the day. The man between her legs felt her orgasm explode inside her pussy and was unable to hold back. He drove his cock deep into her messy hole and let loose a huge load of cum. Her pussy was so full of cum already that it began to leak back out of her used pussy, flowing down her thighs and over her round ass cheeks.
She moaned in erotic ecstasy as another young man wearing a tuxedo slipped between her spread legs and drove his cock into pussy. Becky came to her side as she was fucked again and Mary managed to grunt up to her friend.
“Who are all these men I’m fucking?”
“Wedding guests that got here early, caterers, and three guys from the wedding band. That’s the guitar player whose doing you right now. I’ve got fourteen men and two women who want to fuck you. Greg’s sister, Lynn, is here too. Are you up for it?”
“Mmm, yeah, you are the best Beck. Give me Lynn next, let her lick my pussy, ‘kay.”
“Sure baby, no problem.” Becky went to arrange the guests and noticed Carl sitting at the dressing table, his jaw hanging loose as he watched his son’s fianc‚ taking each man in turn. She stopped by him and grinned. “She is quite the little slut isn’t she?”
“She is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” He said still staring at Mary.
“Yeah, I know.” Becky said with a smile.
When the guitarist had at last emptied his load into Mary’s swollen and very messy pussy, Becky guided a sweet looking girl with light red hair between Mary’s legs. The girl hesitated for just a second and then dove forward lapping at Mary’s dripping slit. She sucked and licked for all she was worth and bringing Mary to another orgasm. Becky saw her friend climax and then gently eased Lynn up and away, letting another man take her place. Lynn, leaned over and kissed Mary on the lips, letting her taste her own pussy juice on her face and tongue.
“Love ya sis!” Lynn said softly and then moved away as the next man began to fuck Mary with abandon.
He fucked her quickly and only took a couple of strokes before he filled her pussy with his cum and was quickly replaced by the next man in line. Then one of the men in line got a little impatient and he pressed his cock into her mouth. Mary took it down her throat easily, sucking him eagerly, and quickly bringing him off. She tried hard to swallow the huge load of cum that he shot into her mouth but some dribbled down her cheek. Paula was there immediately, licking the cum from her face, and keeping it from getting on her dress. Another saw what Paula was doing and stepped forward. He lifted Mary’s shoulders up and gently unzipped the back of her dress. Carefully he helped Mary pull her arms from the sleeves and then pushed it down. This not only kept it away from the cum on her face it also exposed her heaving breasts and the helpful man quickly knelt beside Mary and began to suckle her nipple.
Another man took his place in her mouth. He wasn’t quite all the way hard and Mary tasted pussy juice and cum on his cock as she sucked it. It only took a few minutes before his cock was hard again and he moved back into line to await his next turn at her pussy.
The next man who stepped up leaned forward and kissed her gently even though she already had another cock in her mouth. “Would you mind if I fucked your ass?” He asked her gently.
She shook her head around the cock and tried her best to smile at him. He apparently understood and raised both of her legs high in the air. He dipped his cock into her sloppy pussy once to lubricate it and then slowly began to push it into her ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt her dark hole spread apart and allow the man’s cock to slide inside. He groaned at the heat and tightness of her ass and she playfully squeezed his cock inside her. It was too much for him and even though he had only just begun to fuck her he came hard, filling her bowels with his seed.
The next man didn’t ask permission, he simply lined his cock up with her now dripping ass and pushed inside. Mary screamed in pleasure as she felt the assault but the cock in her mouth muffled her cries. The new man lasted longer and was able get into a steady rhythm fucking her ass. The second woman, an older lady with just a hint of gray in her hair knelt beside Mary and began to lap at her pussy as the man continued to pound into her ass. Soon Mary felt another orgasm rising from deep inside her and she relaxed and let her climax sweep her along. After that it was just a progression of men choosing to fuck either her sloppy ass or her sloppy pussy and a few women or men sucking her pussy or tits. Each man after he finished fucking her pussy or ass would move up and push his cock into her mouth letting her lick and suck her own juices from them. She lost count of the men who fucked her but she was sure that it was more than the fourteen that Becky had promised, finally the last man shot his cum deep into her pussy and pulled out. Becky and Paula shooed the men from the room telling them that it was time to get Mary ready for the wedding and then the three girls were alone.
“Wow, that was fantastic!” Mary said once she had caught her breath. “I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but I feel great!”
“Not just a little sore?” Paula asked smiling.
“Mmm, maybe a little, but it’s feels great!”
“Well the ceremony starts in thirty minutes so we better get you ready.” Becky said, already fussing with Mary’s hair.
They worked quickly and right on time Mary’s hair and makeup was done and her mother showed up with her shoe fixed and ready to go.
“Oh dear you look so beautiful. My sweet innocent daughter! What am I going to do without you?” Linda began to sniffle and she didn’t really understand why Becky and Paula giggled and turned away quickly.
The music started and Mary, walking a little bowlegged, and Becky quickly headed down the stairs to get into position. Mary’s father, old and stodgy but terribly sweet, waited to give her away and Mary wondered if he could smell the sex that was still wafting up from her used pussy. In a dream Mary floated down the aisle, all eyes were fixed on her and soft murmurs of “Oh how beautiful she is,” followed her as she made her way to Greg and his best man, waiting with the minister. As she drew nearer she looked up and with just a little start realized that the minister was one of the men who had fucked her less than an hour ago. Some of the cum that was leaking down the insides of her thighs was probably his. She couldn’t wait to tell Greg she had fucked the minister, and Carl, and so many others. She couldn’t wait to let her husband eat their cum from her pussy and then fuck her good.
The minister smiled at her and a tinge of red showed in his cheeks but she smiled and winked at him. When the ceremony was through she kissed Greg passionately and then whispered into his ear.
“You’ll never guess what I did today. But I’ll tell you all about it once we’re alone.”
Greg just smiled and kissed her again. “I’m looking forward to hearing about it.” He said as they turned and were presented to the guests. Mr. and Mrs. Greg Stevens!
Mall Parking Lot Blow Job
October 24, 2017
Nick was sitting in the middle of the mall while his wife was shopping watching a boring football game. As they showed a cutaway of the cheerleaders he laughed to himself…”Stephanie is such a frigid bitch. Why in the hell did I ever marry her?”
Just then he felt a feminine hand touch his back and turned to see a very sexy girl in a black skirt and tight spandex top, she had blonde hair and the other girl with her was a brunette and she was wearing a very flimsy sundress. “Excuse me?”
“May I help you,” Nick asked eyeing up the two women.
“I need to ask you a question,” the blonde said to him.
“Go ahead,” Nick said.
“I’m Amanda, this is Kellie, we are trying to get into a sorority and we need your help,” the blonde said.
“How can I help you ladies?” Nick asked raising and eyebrow as he hoped his afternoon was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
“Well this is kind of forward,” Amanda said with Kellie smiling sweetly standing, behind her.
“Be forward,” Nick said getting up and turning to face the two women.
“Well, we need to take you out to your car and get you to strip naked and Kellie will give you a blow job in the backseat while I sit up front and observe to make sure she doesnt cheat,” Amanda said to him.
“You look like there is something else that you aren’t telling me,” Nick said when he observed an odd look on Kellie’s face.
“Yeah after you cum you have to come around and open my door before you get dressed…kinda like being a gentleman to a whore,” Kellie said quietly her face starting to darken to a blush.
“So do you think you’re up to it, stud?” Amanda asked him.
Nick smiled broadly at the two women and asked them, “Are you serious?”
“Hell yes,” Kellie said.
What A Night
August 31, 2017
I left the movie theater still laughing, laughing so much my sides hurt, tears were streaming down my face and I was getting hoarse. I had laughed through the entire movie, sometimes howling and sometimes just chuckling. It was the best movie I had seen in a long time.
I was hungry and figured the night was young, so I went over to the IHOP down the road a bit. The parking lot was getting full and it seemed that quite a few others from the movie had converged to this spot, as it is open late into the night. I was a little embarrassed that I was alone, since most of the crowd waiting to be seated were in groups of at least 3 or more.
As I was waiting I couldn’t help but stare at the hunk standing in front of me. He was skin was tan, his hands strong, his ass tight, with tiger eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. He had a wonderful smile that flashed perfect pearlie-whites. His voice was deep, not Barry White deep, but a sexy-deep that got my juices flowing. I guess it didn’t help that the movie I had just seen was full of sexual innuendoes and that sex was on my brain. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while, since Joe and I had broken up a month ago. Masturbating was cool if it was the only thing available, but I was getting tired of my toy collection. I needed some meat that was attached to a living breathing man!
Back to this guy in front of me. It looked like he must work out or has a job that keeps him buff. He has strong looking hands and with a short sleeved shirt on I could see the muscle definition in his arms. Gawd! I’d love to feel them around me. Well, a table for me cleared up before a table for him and his buddies, so I sat down and figured out what I wanted to order. Once that was done I concentrate on trying to make eye contact with the hunk. Joe had gotten me into some “bad” habits– one of which was to not wear any panties under my skirts. I had a short skirt on today and I was feeling a little moist since I had been checking out the stud. I sipped on my water while waiting for my food and saw the group of guys being led to a table near me. If only he would sit so he could see my legs and I could make eye contact with him!
As luck would have it, tonight was going to be a good night after all! He wound up sitting so that all he had to do was look straight across the table he was at to look at me. Granted there was one of his pals sitting in his line of view, but I could fix that by moving slightly to my left at the table I was at. I did this when my food was brought to me, moving my chair rather than pushing my plate over. Very subtle if you ask me.
Well, as I was lifting my link sausage to my mouth in the most sexy of ways I caught his eye. I managed to smile and wink before I blushed and had to look away. I’ve never been shy in my entire life and couldn’t figure out why I was now! Maybe because I was pursuing him in a major way instead of the other way around. Whatever it was, I had better get over it and quick!
I looked up and caught his eye again and began uncrossing my legs. I subtly pointed my finger down to my lap, hoping he would get the drift to look down. I licked my lips in the most erotic way and closed my eyes, my head tilted back. Then I behaved for a short while, but just couldn’t keep the little innocent image up. I had ordered milk to go with my omelet, so when I took a sip I accidentally let a little dribble down my chin. I gasped and giggled as I caught it with my finger, then sucked my finger into my mouth. I hoped he was getting as hot and horny as I was or I’d be frantically finger-fucking myself tonight!
He finally got the drift and looked under the table and I gave him a little peep show. You shoulda seen the look on his face when he realized I was pantiless! His eyes bugged out and strained to see more and he got this huge smile on his face! It was so worth the effort. But, then his buddies asked him what he was staring at and he must have told them, cuz all of sudden all 3 guys were looking at me. I smiled and tried to nonchalantly eat my omelet, but wound up bursting out in laughter. My efforts at seduction were over! I just couldn’t do it with a straight face.
I said to the guys “Are you waiting for me to do something or do I have food on my face or what, boys?” They chuckled a little and one of them, not the one I wanted, said “Oh, no, it’s just that Jason here swears you don’t have anything on under that skirt.” Talk about forward!!! Shit, what was I supposed to do! I decided to go for it and thought, what the hell, maybe I could have all 3 of them tonight. I was feeling FRISKY!!
It was turning out to be an even better evening that I had anticipated. “Well, if I could join you three, maybe you would be able to find out if Jason is correct.” They jumped at the chance to have me come to their table and fought about who I was going to sit in between. I insisted that I be seated next to Jason and let the other 2 squabble.
“My name is Lianne” I said to them. They introduced themselves as Jason, Phil and Tom. Jason was the first to snake his hand up my bare thigh to check on the panty situation. A huge grin broke out on his face and he just turned to me and kissed me smack on the lips! Of course I kissed him back and we drifted off into our own little world playing tonsil hockey until one of the others cleared his throat. I blushed again and started to make small talk as we all were eating. I asked them if they had just come from the movie theater and they said they had just seen the same flick as I had.
While we finished eating we talked about the movie and told each other our favorite lines and such. But I wasn’t being good, far from it. I had slipped off my shoe and had the toes of my left foot feeling up the crotch of Phil. He wasn’t sure what to do at first, but then seemed to slide down in his seat a little. I guess he liked what I was doing. Imagine that. Needless to say, suddenly everything that was coming out of our mouths had a sexual twist to it and we were all getting hornier by the minute. Poor Tom was feeling left out, so I reached over to feel him up.
He had a nice package, firm and protruding a bit, but that was to be expected, as his hand had been under my skirt for the past 5 minutes. He had found out that I shave most of my mound, leaving just a small path down the center to my pearl of pleasure. The guys willingly picked up my tab as we discussed where we were going to go now. I wasn’t comfortable going to their place, nor with them coming to mine just yet, so I suggested that we go somewhere we could dance. I had Jason ride with me and Tom and Phil followed. Little did they know I was bringing them somewhere they could watch ME dance. I pulled into the parking lot of TaTa’s.
“Isn’t this a strip joint?” Tom asks as we get out of the cars. I just motion for them to follow me inside. Once inside I seek out the owner, Big Ned, himself. While I am talking to Big Ned the guys have their eyes glued to the center stage where Ellen and Wendy are going to town, dancing and twirling on the poles. They are down to g-strings and nipple tassels, and the crowd is whooping and hollering for them to lose the rest. I have to pull on Jason’s arm to get him and the rest to follow me back to the private room. It is behind center stage, a room that has a 2-way mirror, so we can see what’s going on on the floor and have a great close-up view of center stage, but no one can see in where we are. Big Ned kisses me on the cheek and tells me to have fun and use the room as long as I want.
The guys look at me curiously and I tell them that Ned is a very close friend of the family, kinda like a foster-father to me and lets me come here from time to time if the room isn’t already rented out or in use. I tell them about the 2-way mirror and that no one can see in, but that’s not the complete truth. There are four cameras in different spots behind the walls that are recording everything that happens here. This way Big Ned can have his muscle keep on eye on us and make sure nothing bad happens to me. They all know my safe word and not to come in no matter what is going on unless I say it.
I order us a round of drinks from the waitress that comes in after kissing her full on the lips. The guys are sitting in front of the mirror watching the action on center stage. Wendy and Ellen are completely naked now and are getting it on with each other on stage. The other girls have come out to do lap dances for the patrons wishing for them.
Once Trish bring in our drinks I have her shut the door. I go sit on Justin’s lap and start to kiss him. I reach down and arrange my skirt so that my bare bottom is on him. Jason is holding me close, kissing me deeply, barely coming up for air. Then Tom and Phil start to complain, telling Jason he has to share. Little do they know that I intend on having my way with all 3 of them before the night is over. Jason continues to kiss me all over my face and neck while Phil starts unbuttoning my blouse. I am working on getting Jason’s clothes off, too and have started with his belt and pants. I have gotten them down far enough to have a good grip on his manhood. I stop kissing him to look down to see what I will get to taste later. He already has a string of precum at the tip, and I could never resist licking up precum, so I lean down I stick out my tongue to lap it up. Jason shivers as I do this and a soft moan escapes. Phil has my blouse off and is kissing my breasts through the thin material of my bra. I go back to kissing Jason and Tom comes over to put his face between my legs. Damn! I never thought this would happen tonight!!
June 26, 2017
My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, and we play a little game we call “Whore Night”. Cherie likes this game because I “make” her do things she wouldn’t do otherwise. She can be a real slut without having any guilt.
Last month I won big, and told my darling she would be dressed to thrill by 7:30 because I had big plans for her. I have a particular fascination with watching my little whore display her body and suck off several men. I had a friend with a nice house and several friends very ready to meet Cherie. At 8:20 we pulled into his driveway.
Lee met us at the door and led Cherie and I back to the den. Three men in their late 40’s or early 50’s were waiting for us. Lee made introductions and I told the men that Cherie was there to entertain them. I had Lee put on some music and told Cherie to do a striptease for us to start the evening. Cherie had on high heels and a long dress that buttoned up the front. After one song she was out of the dress and dancing in her black “merry widow” corset and stockings. After the second song I stopped her and had her pick a number between 1 and 20, then had the men guess the number. She picked 4, and two men guessed 3 and 5. I told them 4 was the number so they could both help her out of her panties.
Nancy The Sister In Law
May 20, 2017
My wife Lori and I had been married for almost eight years. We have three children and a great marriage in the making. At 24, my wife was three years younger than I am. My wife has a younger sister, who at the time, was single and well fit.
When I first met my wife, more than 14 years ago, her younger sister Nancy was only 13 years old. She was about 5’4″ and very skinny. She looked like a typical high school girl who was as awkward and naive. My wife and I dated for a couple of years before we got married. Although I was very close to her family, it seemed I rarely saw Nancy during this time. Quite honestly, I never gave her much thought. But all that would change.
I remember very distinctly the night of our wedding rehearsal. Nancy showed up in her tight shorts just as we were about to get started. She was one of my wife’s bridesmaids. When I first looked at her, I did a double take. Nancy had matured into a very shapely and attractive young woman. I could hardly believe that this was the same girl I met several years earlier. She had an amazing pair of boobs and a perfect ass to match. One of my ushers, who knew the family quite well, also noticed the change.
“Where did Nancy got those tits?” He asked. “She didn’t look like that the last time I saw her.”
Later that evening, Lori even made a comment.
“I wonder if the change in Nancy’s body is a result of taking the pill?” she responded. “I’ve heard that large boobs can be a common but welcome side affect.”
During our wedding, I couldn’t get it out of my head all the attention my new sister-in-law was getting. I tried to put all of the attention aside and started to-pay-attention to the new bride to be. Naughty me!
I never thought of the chance since. But, fastforward the situation to two years later.
The years passed and Nancy and me started to fuck every chance we could. We would get it on at every opportunity. Nancy would often come over during the evenings, and take advantage of our house. I worked evenings so I was always anxious to see her in her revealing tank top and skin tight bike suit, or her even skimpier outfits. I was careful not to make my lust for her obvious, but it was sometimes quite hard. She had this one skintight skirt with a zipper up the side. One day my four year old son pulled it up quickly. I got a very good look at her succulent thighs.
It was a Thursday morning in late October. I was just settling in from work when the phone rang.
“Hi, what’s up?” Nancy asked. “Mom and Dad are away until Sunday and I was wondering if I could spend the night with you guys?”
By now, Nancy was senior in high school and her eighteen year old body was looking very hot.
“I wanted to know if I could baby-sit your kids overnight,” she begged.
My wife had to work the graveyard shift. It was just our kids and I staying at the home front.
“Why don’t you come on over and take care of our kids this evening?” Lori suggested. “It would be a good chance for them to visit their auntie. The only thing is I won’t be back until later tomorrow morning.”
The Gang Bang Party
April 29, 2017
My wife Jillian and I were invited to a party at a friends house. There were thirty or forty people there. The boys out numbered the girls by about ten. Jill had wore a one piece dress that was made out of some soft clingy material, which ended about three inches above her knee. The neck line was modest but was able to emphasize her 38C breasts. There were two kinds of drinks available, a spiked punch about 20 proof and The Punch at about 70 proof. They were different colors so people could tell them apart. Jill is a light weight drinker as am I, so we stuck to the 20 proof. After a couple of those we were feeling no pain and quite enjoying ourselves. Jill was into the dancing and I couldn’t keep up with her so she had danced a couple of dances with several of the unattached guys.
When my wife gets a little drunk she becomes quite a flirt. She had three or four guys drooling all over her. She finally wore out and came to sit by me for a rest. She was slightly flushed and breathing unevenly. As we talked one of the guys she was dancing with brought her another drink. I saw that it was the 70 proof. She accepted it and took a long drink before I could say anything. Then I noticed that the guys who brought it to her was still there. I glanced at him and noticed that he was looking at my wife’s legs. I looked at her legs and saw that her dress had ridden up. Just as I looked she uncrossed her legs and shifted forward to thank him. I saw his eyes widen and knew that he was looking at my wife’s barely covered pussy. I quickly glanced around the room and noticed several other guys enjoying the view as well. When the guy had gone I leaned over and told Jill what was happening. She turned red and quickly covered up. I noticed that her nipples wear so hard that they were poking right through her bra and dress. She drank the rest of the 70 proof then excused herself to use the restroom. Several guys watched her cross the room on steady legs.
When Jill appeared out of the bathroom she looked better and had a flirtatious look in her eye. She saw me and smiled. I knew that our sex this night would be great. Half way across the room she was stopped by one of the guys. I saw him indicate the dance area as she looked at me. I nodded and she went to dance with him. For the next thirty minutes I watched as she danced with three different guys, flirting outrageously with each of them. They were taking every opportunity to feel as may parts of her body as possible. Their success was amazing. She either wanted them to explore her body or was too drunk to care. When I saw her stumble and two of the guys catch her. I knew that she was smashed. The guy behind her took the opportunity the fall presented and slide his hand up her dress from behind. She was leaning forward on the other guy as the one behind was caressing her ass. His hand moved forward and I saw my wife stiffen. The guy moved his hand back and forth. I knew that he was finger fucking my wife right there. Her face relaxed and her ass moved with him a little bit and then she realized what was happening and stood up. She smiled at them and moved over to sit by me.
She plopped down beside me
“I’m really smashed sweetie.”
February 1, 2017
“That’s not short!” Snorted our new friend Ian, as my wife paraded in front of us. Joy stopped and looked at us all. I was sat grinning and Sarah, Ian’s wife was too.
“You said you were going to wear a short skirt to the party” Ian continued to wind up my wife.
My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about 2 inches above her knees. It showed her long legs off really well and I knew she felt good in it.
“Not short enough eh?” She shot back at him, “you just wait!” With that she stormed from the hotel room and disappeared.
The three of us laughed as she left and wondered what would happen next. It had all started when we arrived at the hotel a week back to find that there was a celebration party in the hotel for the guests. It was the tenth anniversary for the present owners and they were having a lavish bash.
We had met Ian and Sarah early on and got on really well with them. I had watched Ian looking longingly at Joy from our first meeting. He kept stealing looks down her cleavage and at her legs whenever he had a chance.
One night after sex, I quizzed my wife about him.
“Would you fuck Ian if you got a chance?” I ventured.
“Mmm maybe” she replied and I got hard again…
The skirt thing had started because we had all been talking about what to wear. Ian had badgered her into wearing a “Short” skirt and Joy had said she had intended too. Ian clearly thought it wasn’t short enough!
When Joy came back into the room we all sat stunned. She had cleverly pinned the skirt up until it was just decent enough to go out in, if you had the bottle!
“Now you’re talking girl!” Grinned Ian, “fabulous legs!”
“Like it?” Joy queried as she strutted in front of us.
Ian and I just ogled my wife and it was Sarah who spoke.
“Wear that and you might get more than you expect!”
We all giggled and Joy said, “OK, this then” and left the room.
I was a little embarrassed and glanced across at Sarah. She had slipped a hand into her man’s lap and was gently stroking his erect cock through his trousers.
Sure enough, on the night of the party Joy wore the skirt. When we entered the ballroom, we spotted Ian and Sarah right away. Joy was watched by most of the men present as we moved over to Ian’s table. He watched her intently, his eyes fixed on her long legs.
The party was filled with guests some in nice revealing outfits like Joy’s but none quite as short.
Sarah had a cocktail dress on which exposed her nice cleavage. It wasn’t long before the dancing started and Ian monopolised my wife neatly. At one point Sarah leant over to me and said, “I think my husband wants to fuck your wife.”
Black Dance Floor
December 31, 2016
Saturday night at last! She’d been counting the days all week. It wasn’t that often they got out anymore, finances being tight but they’d promised themselves a night on the town with friends and it was finally here.
She’d been rummaging through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. A few bars first but maybe a club afterwards? She’d need some flashy gear to suite all possibilities. A dress, yes a dress . She hadn’t had an excuse to wear one for a while. Jeans and tops were her norm. A soft blue summer number seemed appealing. Lifting it off the hook she let her dressing gown slip to the floor. Slipping it on she was delighted to see it still fitted okay. Could she get away without wearing a bra? Fuck yes she thought to herself as she cheekily cupped her breasts.
She was still admiring herself in the mirror when her boyfriend shouted upstairs that the taxi was here. Bloody hell, it’s early she thought. Finding a small blue g-string she slipped it on. Then her favorite black, strapped shoes and she was done.
“You got some money James?” she yelled out as she went downstairs.
“Yeah, now hurry up Sarah! ” came the reply.
One last glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked out the bedroom. She comically threw her head back and lifted her leg backwards like the old time actresses did in the movies and blew herself a kiss. She felt sexy tonight!
They got into the back of the cab together. The Indian cab driver eyeing her up as she slid over. She noticed his stares and grinned to herself. She secretly got off on lurid glances from other guys. As they traveled to the pub where they were to meet their friends, her boyfriend continuously ran his hand up and down her thigh. Nibbling her neck and whispering in her ear.
“You look so sexy tonight honey. I don’t know why we had to come out, we should have stayed home and fucked all night!”
“Easy tiger … later!” she purred back whilst teasingly stroking the bulge in his trousers.
Wife Learns To Make Creampies
December 1, 2016
As we prepared for my upcoming office party, Tammy looked for some pie recipes.
Tammy is my wife and she also happens to be absolutely beautiful.
As she looked through her cookbooks, she kept frowning.
“I can’t find any good recipes. They all seem so average.”
I told her to try the Internet for some ideas. She wanted to bake a cream pie or something like it for the party. She sat down at the desk and began typing.
I heard her say, “Oh my gosh!”
When I turned and looked at the computer screen, there were some pornographic pictures on it.
“I don’t know what I did?” she said.
I looked at her search and she had spelled “creampie”. I told her that she had left off a space between the two words.
A creampie must be something that is X-rated. I also noticed that she still hadn’t closed out the search. In fact, she seemed mesmerized by it instead.
“Can you believe this stuff? It says here that a creampie is when a man ejaculates inside a woman and then they watch it drip out,” said Tammy.
I leaned over her shoulder and hoped that the topic would get her excited. I knew we had plenty of time to fool around and I was always ready.
I said I wanted to see what she was looking at also.
As she scrolled through, she stopped and clicked on a site and said, “Let’s see what this is all about?”
This was unusual for her. Tammy and I never looked at porno on the computer together. I could tell that this was getting to her. I figured I’d make a move on her soon.
The site that she had clicked on had pictures of beautiful women who had semen running out of them.
When she saw a picture of a woman squatting over the mouth of another woman, she said, “Oh that is so nasty. Can you imagine being the woman underneath her?”
I figured I’d just go along with what ever she said. So I told her that all that cum must be nasty tasting.
She turned to me and said, “How would you know?