Anna left her small apartment and walked down the loud metal stairs before stepping into the cold Russian morning. She walked briskly to her car, knowing the professor may not let her into class if she was late. She got in her small, black Japanese car paid for by her father and headed to the university -- her attendence there also paid for by her father. Her father was a rich and powerful man. At a young age he had become involved with the mafia, and even if he had wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to get out. He made the best of his situation and soon found himself at the top of a local racket. His daughter felt his job was wrong, and she felt deep down inside he felt the same way, but he would be killed if he tried to get out. Also, his 'job,' was paying for Anna to go to get a good education, a rare thing in Russia, especially for a women, and for her living expenses while she did so. She pulled into the parking lot and could tell she was late by the stillness of the lot, but she saw someone else straggling ...

Sarah leaned over the metal table with her hands of the side. She closed her eyes for a moment, but stood up, rubbing the sleep out of her light blue eyes. She looked back down at the table and grabbed a sheet of paper, glancing at the clock as she held the papers up to view. 11:29PM? She looked at the clock wondering if she was seeing it incorrectly from so far away. She should be home! And sleeping! She read the paper for the hundreth time in an hour. It was her college thesis paper for her 5th year physics class. The paper was about the quantum affects of atomic fission. Many scientists think that time may actually be places, not a constantly flowing thing. These 'places' would exist for each and every moment that's ever happened. This idea (or the general concept of it) was called the mutltiverse, since the idea would mean that mutliple 'universes' would have to co-exist, each at a different place in time. Some scientists extend, or atleast think it possible, that along with these 'places' of time, there are universes for each and every event that's ever happened. In some universe it's 1950 and Hitler ...

Little Red Riding Hood's mother's parting words sprung instinctively to mind when she heard something rustle behind a bush. Why did she have to go visit her boring granny anyway? Her mother and father weren't going, but when she pointed that out, her mother reminded her how much she likes to see her granddaughter. The ground crunched beneath Little Red Riding Hood's feet, but she thought she heard a sound from elsewhere. After she stopped walking, footsteps had continued for a moment. She glanced nervously behind her down the 8 foot wide trail until a curve. No one she comforted her self, although she wished she were less conspicuous. She had on a bright red hood with a dress. The white dress with its inch-spaced, thin red lines hung down to just above her knees. She clutched the basket full of assorted cookies for grandma closer and tentatively began walking again. She turned around quickly when she heard another pair of foot steps resume with her's, but once again the woods were motionless. Only a little way farther to grandma's she thought. Almost there. She turned a sharp right corner in the trail, and out of the corner of her right eye, she ...

I paced nervously back and forth shaking. A voice in my head told me it was wrong, but she would never know. She might feel a little sore or stretched the next morning, but she would never know it was me -- would never suspect her brother of raping her. She had passed out in the car a few minutes after I picked her up anyway. What if she had passed out at that run down club? Those guys and a girl like her? They would have fucked her till her cunt was a bloody, raw mess! Was it really that wrong? I had saved her from [i]that[/i] after all; I was just her gentle brother. I had helped her out in the middle of the night when she was wasted plenty of times. Why couldn't -- why [i]shouldn't[/i] -- she pay me back? I was shaking, insanely nervous. My entire body shook with tremors as I looked at her petite body passed out sideways on the bed. Her legs were wide - spread... calling to me. I had put her in that position though when I dropped her from my shoulder walking from the car, already thinking of all the things ...

This is the story of how John and Jane, and their best friends Paul and Pam got into the adult porn business. All four friends are in their early to mid twenties. The guys are well-built and pretty fit from their workouts at the gym. They are both about 6 feet tall and around 185 lbs. John has brown hair, an infectious smile and an out-going personality. He has a prominent large tattoo of a dragon on his right forearm. Paul has black hair and also has a bright smile, but he's a little more reserved than John. The two girls also work out regularly and have really been taking good care of their figures. Jane is a big girl, about five-foot ten and 145 lbs., and has fiery Red, wavy hair down to her shoulders. Her appealing face with it's sweet smile can sometimes keep your eyes from staring at her large delightful tits, but it's hard to miss her firm generous ass and full thighs when she's walking away from you. Pam is shorter and slimmer than Jane, about five-foot five and 118 lbs. She is quite cute and has long, straight, brown hair halfway down her back. Her nicely shaped, medium sized ...

My name is Jim Moore. I can proudly say that my wife Phyllis, whom I dearly love, is a strikingly attractive woman. She's two years younger than me at twenty-nine, with light brown hair, 5' 5" tall, and has a 110 lb., quite firm, but well-rounded figure. I consider myself a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife, and I am constantly awed that she chose to fall in love with me and agreed to marry me six years ago. We don't have any children yet, but are thinking about it. Phyllis and I were walking along in the business area of our town the other day. I had stopped to look in the window of the hardware store next door to the fairly large department store we have. My wife walked on and I saw that she stopped to look in the department store window at a manikin dressed in a stylish new sports outfit. I happened to glance over at Phyllis and saw a very thin guy who looked to be in his mid twenties walk up and begin talking to her. Thinking nothing of it I did however grow a bit concerned when he leaned into her and seemed to be whispering something to her for a long time. I then became considerably surprised when she started to just ...

John Tassel was a Gonzo porno video producer. The Gonzo style of reality pornography often consists of the cameraman being the one involved in the sex act with the girl, and the viewer of the video is experiencing the sex from a first-person viewpoint. As he was out scouting for talent for his next shoot, John saw a very attractive young blonde sitting at an outdoor table at a Starbucks reading a book and relaxing over a cup of coffee. She was all by herself and looked about nineteen or twenty years old. She was a real knockout with a lovely face and a nice rack. She had some small tattoos on her arms and her nose was pierced, and from what he could see of her thighs from under her short skirt, she had a real nice lower body also. John approached the cute blonde, and smiling, asked if he could sit down. Looking up from her book, she smiled back and said, "Sure!" He said, "Look, my name is John Tassel and I just couldn't help myself, I had to talk to you. You are the prettiest woman I have seen sitting out here in a long time." She blushed, but obviously was pleased at ...

As the camera pans around the backstage of a movie set, the interviewer is getting ready. He looks into the camera and asks, "Okay Russ, are you all set? Does my hair look okay?" We hear the cameraman answer that everything is a go. As the view changes, we see a pretty young woman walking up wearing a long white fluffy robe and slippers. Her hair seems wet as if she'd just come from a shower. The camera comes in for a close-up of her and she smiles and says, "Hi Chris!" The interviewer's voice answers, "Hi Candi!" then as the camera turns to him, he says, "Hello folks, I'm Chris Carrollton and we're here today at New World studios for an interview with Candi Sweet the famous porn star, on the set of Candi's new movie. Candi: Yeah, it's called Cram-a-lot. Chris: Wow! Well, I understand that this movie is in a historical, costume style. This is a departure from your usual stuff, isn't it? Candi: Yeah, usually I'm just doing it with the guy with the camera Chris: Yeah, that's called Gonzo, isn't it? Candi: Right! Chris: Well I was watching a bit of your performance today and you just seem so relaxed when you're doing a sex scene. Candi: Well yeah, I am relaxed. There's nothing about sex that I don't ...

Sometimes I don't know what's the matter with me. I think I might need to see a shrink. I just really love to suck a guy's cock. And the thing is, the more cocks I suck, the more cocks I want to suck. It's becoming very habit-forming for me. Whenever I'm with a guy, all I can think about is his cock. The whole time we're together, at dinner, a movie, or whatever, his cock is on my mind. Constant thoughts about his cock come to me. What does it look like? Is it uncircumcised? Is it big? Does he have a lot of hair down there? Does he have nice balls? Does he cum a lot? After a date, when we get together at his place or mine and I'm kissing him, my pussy gets wet just thinking about his cock being in my mouth. My hands quickly move to his belt and zipper and I just can't wait to get his cock out. Then when I've got his penis in my hands, my pussy tingles and my panties get soaked. But no sooner than I've got his cock out, it's in my mouth. I just love to suck his cock and fondle ...

We were lying naked on the bed together, with the stereo playing romantic music in the background. She was snuggled up with her head on my chest sighing contentedly, and my arm was around her. Her fingers began to slowly tickle through the hair on my chest and stomach. Eventually they wandered down to my navel and then to my crotch. Her hand lovingly grasped my balls and cock and held them for a few moments. My cock stiffened and grew to its full size under her careful handling. She was humming happily as she began to stroke my thickened shaft. She slowly alternated from jacking on my cock to gently squeezing my testicles. She whispered, "Oh, I really love playing with your cock, Baby. It's so much fun for me to see how hard I make you get. And I love the way that your balls feel, so soft, but with the hard stones moving around inside." I sighed and patted her head. For some time we just laid quietly and she slowly jacked on my cock and contentedly hummed. But after quite a bit, my excitement gradually increased. Still happy to just be jacking me, she said, "You know, I just love the feel ...

This little scenario virtually guarantees a successful hooker getting repeat business. What follows is her little spiel for the John: After they are in the hotel/motel room, and the agreed upon money has changed hands, she says something like, "All right Sweetheart, let's get undressed now, okay?" If she's wearing a bra, she is usually quite quick in removing her outer garments. If not, she really takes her time. In either case she usually allows the John to fill his eyes as she slowly reveals her breasts. Also, she seems to have a difficult time removing her panties and smiles coquettishly as she "Realizes" that he is watching her. Then either standing up next to the bed or lying on it, she waits for him to remove his clothing. As he drops his shorts, and she gets an opportunity to see his dick, which is usually not that impressive, she tells him something like, "Oooo, I've been so anxious to see your cock and I love it. It's really nice, in fact it's just about perfect! I was a bit worried that it might be a little one, but I'm so happy that it's not. I'm also glad it's not a great big ...

I was lying in bed one night with my wife Sheila and we were watching a porno on the bedroom TV. The film was about several different people and their sexual fantasies. Of course each one of these fantasies is the topic of the scene that follows. It's a tried and true sleazy plot for a porno. One of the scenes was about a guy having two gorgeous young women at the same time. First they were trading off on sucking his cock, and then one straddled him and was riding his cock while the other squatted on his face and he was eating her pussy. That scene really made my cock hard. The last scene in the film was about a woman's fantasy of having sex with a real hung stud. She's a terrific looking blonde that is shown sitting at her kitchen table and dreaming about having sex with a guy who's got a real big cock. The way the scene played out was, the doorbell interrupts her fantasy. When she answers the door, it's the United Parcel delivery guy wearing his brown shirt and shorts. He just happens to show up right then at this well-built blonde's house to deliver a small package. It's apparently a hot day, so she invites him inside for a cool drink. Of course ...

My name is Andy and I work for the 'My Secret Eye' surveillance equipment supply company. We supply state of the art spy camera and digital recording equipment to law enforcement and private detectives. We've even got some new stuff that the FBI just bought from us. It's not really common knowledge, but we'll actually sell our stuff to anybody with the right amount of money. If it's spy hardware you need, we've got it and you'd really be surprised who buys some of this stuff. Anyway, I work up on the third floor warehouse level of this old building in a small Mid-western town and it is the 'World Headquarters' of our company. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of our business comes from telephone and mail order, so who's to know the difference, right? This old building is the tallest structure in the whole town and is located right on Main Street next door to the dry goods store. The first and second floors of this old building have no windows on the back, just in the front. The front office and shipping & receiving are on the first floor and the order department is on the second. The big roll-up door for the loading dock on ...

My name is Kenny Wilson. This past summer I went on a vacation to Florida for ten days and the strangest set of circumstances presented themselves to me while there. First a little background. I live in a little central Missouri town where I am a football coach at the high school. I pride myself in still being fit enough to run the kids on the team ragged. I was recently divorced and I had really been feeling down and pretty lonely, so I spontaneously decided I needed to get out of my funk and to quickly take a vacation down to Florida to try to relax. Each day I would amuse myself by donning my swim trunks and sandals and taking a walk along the beach to just enjoy the sun and the breezes of the gulf. One day, I was walking down the beach past all the hotels and onto a nice quiet stretch of sand and surf. Up ahead of me a ways, and from her side, I saw this woman standing just into the surf getting her feet wet and allowing the wind to blow through her hair as she sipped from a can of beer. From what I ...

Honey and Grace have been good friends since back in high school. After a full day of shopping, the two young women were over at Grace's house relaxing and having a glass of iced tea. Grace said, "All right Honey, what's eating you? All day I've noticed that you seem distracted." Her longtime friend said, "Huh? Oh no, it's nothing." But Grace wouldn't settle for that and pressed her for an answer. Honey finally relented and began to explain to her good friend, "Yeah, well I guess I am distracted like you say. It's just that lately whenever my new boyfriend John and I have had sex, he always seems to finish so quickly that I never quite got satisfied, you know? Now don't get me wrong Grace, I love him dearly, and I've never let on to him that I'm not completely happy with our lovemaking. I even do have an orgasm some of the times, but it's always just a little one, and it never seems to really fulfill me." Grace's big Black Labrador Retriever, Ralph, was lying on the floor at their feet and Honey absentmindedly was scratching his ears as she talked. Grace looked at her friend's troubled face and seemed to ...

Jimmy Watson was a senior at Harlinville high school. He had the normal wandering eye of an average eighteen-year-old male that anyone would have expected him to have, and he certainly did enjoy taking in the pleasurable views of all the hot teenaged girl's bodies in his classes. He never missed an opportunity to try catching a glimpse of the girl's panties as they climbed the stairs ahead of him between classes. He was friendly with all the girls, but Jimmy didn't have a steady girlfriend. Oh sure, he dated. Well, he called it dates anyway, but it really was only to occasionally take a girl to a party with a bunch of other kids, or once to take Sylvia Jenkins to the movies. In any event, he didn't have a serious relationship with any of them. Okay, lets be frank, Jimmy Watson was still a virgin. Jimmy certainly appreciated the subtleties of the teenage female form, but he particularly had the hots for his English teacher, Miss Rice. Arlene Rice was thirty-eight and still had a great body. It was no wonder that Jimmy liked the look of it, since she religiously worked out at the health club three times a week to ...

It was time for a break. Karen turned in her chair and stood up. She smoothed out any wrinkles in her mini-skirt and fooled with her blouse to make sure it properly showed off her boobs. When satisfied that she looked her best, she left her desk in the reception area. She walked down the aisle between the cubicles of the office with that gentle sway she had perfected over the years. Karen saw the heads of the guys bobbing up to watch her go by and several guys were in the aisle and made a point of saying hello to her. She knew that as always, she was drawing attention to her cute little ass that was barely covered by the ultra short skirt she always wore. Karen was a married twenty-four year old Blonde who watched her diet rigorously and maintained a svelte, firm figure. She had been told by so many guys that she had a great ass, that she knew it was true. She also knew that she was blessed in the boob department, because they seemed just a little bit too big for her frame. Karen had decided that this was a good time to ask Debbie for ...

Angela is a breathtakingly beautiful thirty-five year old black woman. She possesses the most pleasant, fun loving personality of anyone I have ever met and always has a fetching smile. Angela has the philosophy of facing challenges in an upbeat way. I try to approach life in a similar way, so we have quite a lot in common. We are the same age and we are both single. We have similar opinions on most subjects and we can intelligently discuss just about any popular topic, but because I'm white and she's black we try to stay away from the racial topic. She and I are down-the-hall neighbors in a large office building downtown and have been for over six months now. I am a lawyer and Angela is a clothing importer and supplier to local woman's clothing stores. We are both successful proprietors of our respective businesses. Whenever we have been in the same company of people, she and I have had a great time together along with everyone else there, because she projects her bubbling, fun viewpoint to everything. At the office, she always talks to me and smiles in the sweetest way whenever we are together which is several times a day. ...

Michael Davis is just opening the front door from his house and stepping outside as his limousine pulls around to meet him. It's not stopped for a second before his driver his out to open his door. He smiles and says a quick hello and good morning. A warm smile on her red lips and a "Good morning, Sir," is his gift in return. Denise, his driver, is dressed with a purpose. Her skirt is dangerously short and must have lycra in it to grip her perfect ass that tight. Her smooth legs are perfectly displaying the pattern on her stockings. Her short black jacket barely covers her crisp white blouse, fitted to her curves perfectly. There are enough buttons on the blouse open to just show the top of the black lace bra offering up her perfect creamy breasts. They move just enough to be nearly hypnotic. He smiles. This girl knows how to dress for effect. His cock aches with the lust he feels. As she closes his door and climbs into her own seat, his mind is suddenly drifting to the image of that skirt trying to stay in place as she drives. It must slide up around her hips; exposing whatever panties she might be wearing. Again, his cock aches. He's soon distracted ...

There had been something about the depth of her eyes - a secret kept there - that had me fascinated from the moment I saw her in Starbucks. Her bright red lips looked amazing on the white porcelain mug for sure, and her body was perfectly curved under layers of leather and lace, but I was lost in her eyes. My Saturday plans hadn't really extended beyond my morning coffee and the paper, so there were no conflicts I had to worry about when I followed her out onto the street. The wonderful movement of her beautiful ass entranced me as she moved, wrapped up in a tight miniskirt. She was also wearing stockings with actual seams down the backs of her curvy legs. They were perfectly aligned. I realized that I was getting quite stiff, with my cock straining against my black jeans. I wanted to see more of her eyes. I needed to. She didn't seem to be in any hurry either. She would frequently pause and look into shop window displays. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was following her, but I also wanted to see if I could get even a reflection of her eyes ...

JP had often pestered his girlfriend for the fantasy fulfillment of a threesome, joking about it whenever the topic came up, or citing every magazine survey in Cosmo or Maxim that hinted that lots of women liked to try it as well. Kelly, his long-suffering girlfriend, seemed to have finally decided that it would be easier to give in that to keep on resisting. She made it clear that on their next vacation, a February trip to Mexico, she was going to make it happen for him. He didn't know what to say; his mouth had just sort of fallen open. "Really?" "Yes, really and finally. Yes. But there's some conditions." She saw his face tighten. "No, don't worry, it will still be two girls... jerk. But I get to pick the girl, the time and the place." JP readily agreed. After that, the days left until their trip seemed to take forever. Of course, he ended up having to work late his last day, so it was a rush to the airport after Kelly picked him up. His thanks for all her help, including packing for him, were profuse and heartfelt. He was very loving towards her lately, in no small part due to the fact that every time he saw her lovely face and curvy body, ...

I'd gone to bed so frustrated that I was sure sleep was a lost cause, but the glow of the TV in my empty apartment had grown to bother me. It was hard enough to find a great date or lover - as the late night dating service infomercials had been reminding me - but add into that a collection of kinks and "unusual" desires and it was even harder, maybe even impossible. Anyone I met online might seem to be perfect, but I couldn't quite deal with the unknown of how they'd really be in person, never mind that it seemed a terrible truism that the more appealing the mind and body the farther away she was sure to be. The one woman I wanted, the one I felt so connected to was the one that seemed to represent all of the desires and aches and lusts that had only caused me so much unhappiness in the past. Sleep finally came and still my uneasy, dream-filled mind raced. I awoke in a jolt, my body suddenly tense with panic. A bright light burned my eyes, blinding me. I heard muffled noises and saw the moving shadows - someone was in my apartment, ...

Stacy's day could hardly have been better - even being at work seemed wonderful. The warmth of spring was in the air, allowing her to fully roll down the windows of her truck and feel the breeze flap her blond ponytail against her shoulders. As she looked around the spotless cab and double-checked her destination, she was reminded why she loved her employers. Special Express was a niche-market courier company that treated their drivers very well - especially their women drivers. In fact they seemed to have gone to great lengths to lure any women away from the other couriers in town. There were great and flexible hours, equal and generous pay, well-kept clean trucks and benefits packages tailored for them. On top of regular sick days the drivers also received "lunar days" off every month, as needed. Management had also gone above and beyond when it came to group benefits. Not only were there the typical medical and dental plans but also some fantastic group discounts at local salons, spas and upscale clothing stores - including beautiful lingerie from stores varying from Victoria's Secret to La Perla. Add to that the yearly company retreats that just happened to take place at some of the most stunning beaches and exquisite resorts and it was no wonder that there was ...

Megan stepped into the steaming shower with her mind racing. All week long she'd been stomping around the house in a huff. She was frustrated and a bit upset, and didn't know why. She closed her eyes and let the water flow down over her body. She was moving into her early 30's and she was still very proud of her body, as was her husband. Her 36D breasts were still firm - she always chose the best bras to support them. Those breasts really kept jogging out of the question for exercise, but she was rigorous when it came to aerobics and stretching. As her hands spread suds and foam over her body she could feel a smile and a tingle that her flesh was taut and smooth all over. Her hands continued to explore as she washed. She loved sex with her husband, and they always kept it fun. Flicking at the golden rings through her pierced nipples, she was reminded how they not only kept her nipples erect, but feeling their weight often brought her thoughts to happy experience in the bedroom - or even a couple of the other rooms in the house. She looked down at the suds ...

She stepped into her spacious bathroom, hearing her heels click on the gleaming marble floor with a delightful echo. The water was gushing out of the glistening taps and just about finished filling the large claw-footed tub that stood out in the centre of the room, dominating. This bathroom, her personal one, was the size of some typical apartments but it suited her perfectly and fit into the scale of her sprawling castle delightfully. The tall, arched windows rose up nine feet above the floor, and the flowing sheers billowed lightly with a gentle breeze. She drew down the zipper of her fitted leather top, exposing her flawless porcelain flesh and her firm breasts, smiling softly to herself as she ran a fingertip across a crease that her top had left imprinted in her skin. She hung the top on the wooden valet that stood beside the screened dressing area. The zipper on her skirt was a slightly harder tug, as it drew the lightly elasticized fabric tightly to her sculpted derriиre. She lay the skirt aside as well, and sat on the antique wooden chair roll to unclasp her garters and roll the vintage silk stockings down her legs. She strode ...

The loud screech preceded the train car's tumble by a matter of seconds. There was hardly enough time to grasp what was happening let alone brace ourselves for the impact that followed. The car removed itself violently from the magical tracks and tumbled several times, tossing its passengers into the floor, roof, and walls until the rolling finally stopped and the car settled sideways into the soft mud of a riverbank. The five of us groaned and spat out expletives as we recovered from the derailment. "Is everyone all right?" I asked, rising to a standing position on the train's windows. I pulled a suitcase off of Allison and tossed it aside, looking around the train car at the mass of bodies that was tossed around as a result of the accident. A chorus of grunts acknowledged that everyone was at least none the worse for wear as Maria kicked the rear door open and crawled out of the now horizontal door opening. The worst injury that anyone suffered was a deep bruise to Wijit's shoulder. We gathered aside the toppled train car as it sat in a clearing about twenty feet from where the remnants of the magic train's rails were. "Wijit, that shoulder looks awful. That's one hell of a bruise you have there." I examined his shoulder as if I actually knew ...

"Come here babe." I loved it when my wife would give me her best come hither look, asking me to join her in bed. "Give me a minute, I just want to check the doors." "Hurry up, I'm getting lonely." she purred. I didn't need much more encouragement than that. I think I set a land speed record going downstairs to make sure the doors were locked before sprinting back upstairs three at a time to join my wife in bed. I got to the bedroom door and had to stop when I looked at her. She was still beautiful after over ten years of marriage and three kids. Sure she had gained a little weight in the past decade; having children tends to do that. But that didn't take away from how she still looked. If anything, I thought she was even more sexy now than when we were first married. I couldn't identify what it was, maybe she looked more womanly, more curvy. Whatever the reason, I knew I still got as turned on by her as I ever had. And seeing her in her silk maroon negligee, with her breasts pressing their fullness against the diaphanous material, made me lust for her as much as I had on the day we met. To add to her still sexy ...

The opening of the door cast the bright afternoon light into the darkened corners of the dimly lit saloon, temporarily blinding those unfortunate enough to be looking in that direction. The harsh light, however, was mitigated somewhat by the six foot four inch frame of the man entering. Wearing a blue velvet jacket and matching pants, the man seemed much larger than his actual height, due in part to the two inch heels of his alligator skin boots and his five-inch Afro and in part to the presence with which he carried himself. Almost unnoticed, dwarfed by the large man's form and trailing just behind, was a pretty, petite, cocoa skinned woman wearing bell bottoms and a halter top. "Yo, Leroy. Where the fuck you been keeping yourself at?" called the bartender, smiling warmly at his friend. "Eddie, my brother," Leroy flashed a grin at the bartender. "You know me. I'm a busy man. I gotta go where the games is. Plus, I got me a boy out at Sportsman's been giving me some good tips." "Well, you better get your ass 'round here more, nigger. Or are you too good fo' us now? The next thing we know, you gonna be movin' with all them honkeys on Lake Shore Drive." The large bartender laughed robustly as the two men clasped hands. "Fuck ...

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I walked across the parking lot on this unseasonably warm early May day. As I was approaching the entrance to the Registry of Motor Vehicles, a teenaged girl was bounding toward the door at the same time. Being a gentleman -- or at least what passes for a gentleman in the 90's -- I held the outer door open for her. She walked through, thanked me, and then caught me by surprise by holding the inner door open for me, smiling coyly as she did. I grinned and thanked her in kind as I followed her into the RMV. I let her get in front of me in line and casually looked her over; that is, I tried not to make my ogling obvious. The clothes she was wearing was the uniform of a local private high school. White blouse, grey pleated skirt, grey socks, and black and white saddle shoes. Alluringly innocent. Innocently alluring. Letting my eyes wander southward, I saw that she had lovely full legs, not like those of anorexic models or prepubescent girls, spindly and without form; hers were the legs of a woman, topped by beautifully formed hips and the ass only an 18-year-old could possess. My mind started to wander and I envisioned her ...

The grounds keeper let me on the course early, in fact I was the only one playing. Actually I was the only one who had played this course for weeks. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, the grounds keeper was keeping the course in particularly good condition lately. I'd noticed that the little things were being done to keep the course in good shape; the fairways and putting surfaces were carefully trimmed, and the bunkers were raked meticulously. For my part, I'd always been careful with my play as well. If I made a divot, I always replaced it neatly. I made sure that I was careful around the green, and I never pressured the grounds keeper to play the back nine first. Actually I hadn't yet gotten around to playing the back nine. I found that just playing the front nine of this beautiful course was more than enough for me. And those couple of days when the course was having drainage problems, I just walked the grounds with the grounds keeper, not pressuring her to play at all. Of course, I'd played many other types of courses before this one, but for the past month or so, I'd just played this one exclusively. I suppose that's why the grounds keeper let me come ...

"Hello." "Hi, Michelle. This is Bob...Cindy's cousin." Bob said skittishly into the phone. <Uh-oh, he called> "Hi Bob, how are you? It seems I already know you really well. Cindy's always talking about you at work." Michelle was chewing her nails as she spoke, nervous about the prospect of dating, essentially, a perfect stranger. <Bob: She sounds nice, so far. What's wrong with her that she doesn't date?> <Michelle: This is crazy, I should just tell him that I'm not interested. I feel so ridiculous going on a blind date. I'm not ready to date yet.> "Yeah. Cindy brings you up every time I see her too." He was unsure of what to say. <Bob: Why go through this? Cin said she was a really sweet girl. I know what that means. But if I don't ask her out, seven kinds of shit will hit the fan the next time I see Cindy....Well, here goes nothing. It's just one date anyway.> "I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner Saturday night?" Despite the date being essentially prearranged, Bob's mouth dried as he awaited a response. <Michelle: I'm going to kill her for getting me into this. I haven't been on a blind date in years....Just because I haven't gone out in a couple of months, she becomes the merry matchmaker.> "Sure, that ...

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" I asked my wife. "No later than ten, it tends to fill up quickly." "You should have a good day, the weather's supposed to be great. The kids will have a great time." "Are you sure you don't want to come? You know they'll be disappointed." "Positive. I brought my clubs all the way to Florida, I'm determined to use them at least once." I smiled. My wife and I had brought our three kids to Florida during spring school vacation and were spending the week at Walt Disney World. Yes, we were suckers for the mouse. Our kids loved to go there, and I loved to watch them have such a great time. And yes, I like it a lot too. We'd had a great week to that point, visiting all of the theme parks. The next day my wife was taking the kids to River Country, a beach park right on the Disney complex that's perfect for little kids. I was, however, not going. I enjoy the theme parks as much as the next overgrown child, and I love going on all of the attractions with my kids but if I have a choice between sitting at a beach or playing golf, golf wins every time. I just hoped ...

It was under a sky the colour of gunmetal that I’d arrived at the town of Grange Villa in the North East of England. Grange Villa was the last night of a tour I’d started eight weeks previously as support to a superb English blues singer-songwriter called Johnny Dickinson. We’d travelled the length and breadth of Britain playing in small to medium sized venues in some of the bleakest towns in the country and Grange Villa was no exception. As I manoeuvred my way through the streets of the town it became all too apparent that like many small towns and villages throughout the country that the closure of the adjacent mines had savaged the towns’ economy and decimated any lustre that it might have possessed. It seems that Grange Villa had once boasted a thriving coal industry until the 1980’s when Margaret Thatcher had, in her infinite wisdom, closed mines throughout the country wiping out thousands upon thousands of peoples livelihoods. As I continued through the narrow cobbled streets, Elmore James blasting out of my CD player, I scanned both sides of the road searching out the venue where tonight’s gig was. Out of the corner of my eye ...

Sarah knew she was a cunt. It wasn’t just that her husband had caught her being fucked by the dog twice within a week, it was the fact that she seemed to be forever horny. She couldn’t keep her hands off her cunt. She was constantly wet and horny. She only had to look down at her naked cunt and it started to throb as if to say “OK, where is the action then?” That first time, when her husband came home early and caught her with the dog’s cock in her cunt for “the first time” she managed to convince him it was the first time the dog had fucked her. She rationalised in her twisted mind that as it was the first time he had seen her, it wasn’t really a lie. She convinced him that it had happened accidentally while she was searching for a pen under the sofa while her cunt, filled with spunk that morning, was wide open for the dog’s tongue. She couldn’t believe that he had accepted it! She was even allowed to sit on his cock that night but was perplexed when she wasn’t allowed to move anything but her cunt muscles. Bringing ...

I hadn’t suspected anything at all. Lydia and I were a very happy couple, we enjoyed a lot of sex and told each other our darkest fantasies. When I first got my hands (figuratively anyway) into Lydia’s knickers I couldn’t help but notice how big her cunt lips were. They were fantastic, they must have hung down 2” and they were constantly wet. She sits next to me on the sofa and just pulls and stretches her lips while we both sip wine. She can easily pull them out to 5”. Once our relationship became more serious I threw away all her knickers so that there wouldn’t be anything to stop her lovely lips from hanging down where they wanted to be. Lydia responded by wearing her shortest skirts and making sure her legs were always partly open so her lips could “breath”. Soon after that I began to shave her cunt. At first I tried all the clever shapes; hearts, arrows, etc, but eventually settled on a Ѕ” wide landing strip that stops an inch above her cleft. Everything else is smooth. It is fantastic. Lydia likes it so much that she has taken over shaving it herself. You can see that my ...

Jeff could not believe his luck. He was fifteen years old and a sexy older woman had recently moved into a house just a few doors away from his. A few days later she had come to their house to introduce herself. As she introduced herself to Jeff’s Mum Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off the sexy woman. Her name was Hannah. Jeff was smitten. While she was clearly in her forties, she had a great figure, a perfect hourglass with a tiny waist and flaring hips, Oh and absolutely huge tits that on this occasion were obviously not supported by a bra. Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off her big tits and her perky nipples showing through her T-shirt. Hannah caught him ogling her big tits and when he next looked at her face she smiled and winked at him. Jeff was in love. He spent his time watching Hannah leave her house to go to work in her sexy dresses and high heeled shoes. This had caused Jeff to fantasise about seeing her naked and he imagined himself fucking her while she writhed in pleasure underneath him. Jeff began to dream about watching through her bedroom window while she ...

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon. My husband and I had been gardening and were hot and sweaty. We decided to shower to cool down and clean off the sweat. When I came out of the shower my husband was lying on the bed stroking an impressive erection. I rubbed the towel over my hair so it wasn’t dripping and went to the bed. I climbed on next to him and took his hand away from his cock and replaced it with my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes before he grabbed me by the waist and swung me over him so that he could lick my cunt. His tongue was so good on my clitoris. He licked and sucked my clitoris as he gently slid a finger in and out of my pussy. I was in ecstasy. Then he started to rub his finger across my clitoris, from side to side, then up and down. I was soaking wet and my thighs were coated with my vaginal juices. I had a fantastic orgasm and collapsed on him. My cunt was throbbing so much, I just had to have his cock inside me. I quickly swung my leg ...

We had fucked before I showered, dressed and left to go to the office. Unfortunately I soon had to come home to pick up some important papers that I had forgotten. I couldn’t believe it when I opened the lounge door and saw that you were on your knees with our dog’s cock buried in your cunt. You were gasping, clearly on the edge of cumming, as he rammed his big cock into your cunt. You didn’t even register my presence, all your attention was on our dog’s cock that was fucking you hard. Casting my mind back, it was only a few days ago, surely not a week even, that I had first discovered your penchant for the dog’s cock when I came home early and found you “in flagrante” with the dog. Apparently this too was after I had filled your cunt with my spunk and then left for work. You sobbed; you told me that it had never happened before and it was completely spontaneous, you blamed me. You told me that it had only happened because you were wearing a short tee shirt on with no knickers (I could understand that part because you don’t have any ...

It had probably happened because she had to run to catch the train. It had happened before but she hadn’t given it a thought when she got on to the packed train and lifted her arm to hold the strap. The running action had made her dress ride up her thighs to her waist. This has happened before, but no one had noticed and she had put it out of her mind. After all, her short coat was zipped up, but what she hadn’t thought of was that the zip of the coat was a few inches above the hem of the coat and there was this little 1 inch wide and four inch deep aperture that was currently displaying her generous labia to the Girl sitting on the seat in front of her. The Woman had never liked wearing knickers and had long since thrown the few pairs she had away. She loved the freedom she felt when she could feel her big lips hanging down or sticking to her thighs when they became wet. She loved feeling the cool breeze wafting up her short skirts. Regularly, when she was sitting at her desk, her hand would sneak up ...

It must have been about 11:30 in the morning when my wife called me at the office. 'Hallo Honey' I said, 'what are you up to?' 'I need to be fucked' she said with some force. 'I was feeling horny when I got out of the shower and when I went into the bedroom I spotted the Rampant Rabbit sticking out of the box', she paused as if for effect. 'Then I laid on the bed and had the most delicious clitoral orgasm'. She was gasping a bit now and I was wondering whether the offending Rabbit was busy again. She continued; 'I just laid there with my cunt throbbing for minutes, then I just had to do it again'. (I was impressed, usually after a clitoral orgasm her cunt is so sensitive she doesn't even want her clit touched). 'So what then'? I asked. 'Well I've done it five more times since then' she said, 'and my cunt just won't stop throbbing and my lips are huge and my clitoris is huge - and now I really, really need be fucked. I am just desperate to have a cock in my hot cunt'. 'Well Honey' I said, 'You'll just have to wait. I can't leave right now, but I will leave as soon as ...

I suppose I was driving too fast. I suppose it was a bit stupid to overtake a van with “Police Dogs” on the back. But that was what I did. I didn’t think the sort of police that looked after dogs had any powers of arrest due to motoring offences. Stupid or what? A mile or so later the Police van loomed large in my mirror and I saw the dreaded blue flashing lights. There was a lay-by just ahead and I indicated my intention to pull over. I stopped in the lay-by. The police van pulled in front of me and stopped. The flashing lights were turned off. I sat in the car with my heart pounding in my chest. I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just sat there and watched as the policeman got out of the van. He opened the back doors of the van and two German Shepherds jumped out and stood by him. The three of them approached my car. I had already opened the window. The cooling air was blowing through my strawberry blonde hair and the chill had made my nipples harden inside my dress. The policeman stood by ...

I woke you up gently and pushed you up on to your knees. You groaned a bit, but when I stroked your cunt lips I knew that you wanted this. I was behind you, stroking your cunt and squeezing your clitoris. When your cunt was wet enough I used two fingers to separate your cunt lips before I speared your cunt with my cock. I rammed my cock into your cunt, making sure that I mashed your clitoris too. Within minutes I was ready to dump my spunk into your horny cunt, and your horny cunt was pushing out to receive it. As soon as I had filled your cunt I collapsed next to you, keeping you on your knees so you could bend further and kiss me as my spunk ran down your thighs. You eventually woke up and languidly stretched your body. You noticed I was already up and went straight to the shower. I was sitting downstairs and heard the shower start up and went to the bedroom to select your clothes for the day. You had this really sexy short pink and white mini-dress that buttoned up the front. When you sit it gapes in all the right places; I have ...

I hadn't suspected anything at all. Lydia and I were a very happy couple, we enjoyed a lot of sex and told each other our darkest fantasies. When I first got my hands (figuratively anyway) into Lydia's knickers I couldn't help but notice how big her cunt lips were. They were fantastic, they must have hung down 2" and they were constantly wet. She sits next to me on the sofa and just pulls and stretches her lips while we both sip wine. She can easily pull them out to 5". Once our relationship became more serious I threw away all her knickers so that there wouldn't be anything to stop her lovely lips from hanging down where they wanted to be. Lydia responded by wearing her shortest skirts and making sure her legs were always partly open so her lips could "breath". Soon after that I began to shave her cunt. At first I tried all the clever shapes; hearts, arrows, etc, but eventually settled on a 1/2" wide landing strip that stops an inch above her cleft. Everything else is smooth. It is fantastic. Lydia likes it so much that she has taken over shaving it herself. You can see that my ...

Sarah and I were on a business trip. We were in a bar in Nyhavn the old harbour of Copenhagen, not far from the “Little Mermaid”. Sarah and I had been having an affair for a year or so and Sarah was definitely the most horny woman I had ever had the privilege of sleeping with. It was a Thursday afternoon, we were a bit bored with the convention we were attending, so we extended our lunch break somewhat. We had already eaten but were sitting nursing a couple of glasses of wine and checking out the local talent. I should tell you a little about Sarah. Sarah is a pretty strawberry blonde woman, about 5’2” with enormous 36DD breasts that seem to come into a room before she does. Sarah loves her breasts, and fortunately for me that means she is often braless. On this occasion she was also braless. I loved watching her tits swaying around as we walked around, and the looks she gets from other girls and their guys. Oh, another thing. Sarah doesn’t wear knickers, she hates them with a passion. She likens them to feeling as if she is wearing a nappy as they bunch up between her thighs. My view is that knickers would just suffocate Sarah’s huge labia lips which hang ...

I must have walked in quietly because you hadn’t heard the front door – or me opening the lounge door. I stood behind you as you watched herself on TV, on a DVD. You were completely naked and had the soles of your feet pressed together so your legs were spread really wide as you sat on the sofa. I could see that your nipples were huge and hard. Your fingers were really busy between your legs as you watched yourself being fucked on the TV. Over the noise of the TV I could hear the palm of your hand slapping your pussy lips and clitoris as you masturbated furiously as you watched yourself being fucked by a big Doberman. There were five men with you; I recognised one of them from the farm I had taken you to a couple of weeks ago, so I figured the farm’s owners were obviously following up by sending their clients DVDs of their rural escapades! I wondered if you knew your antics were being filmed. I stood watching, completely mesmerised. Four of the men were stationed around her limbs. The two holding her arms in the kneeling position were also stroking her breasts and gently ...

Jane had been my wifeХs best friend for a long time. In fact, I had never met Jane. She had moved away with her soon to be ex-husband about a year before I met Louise. Jane stayed in her new town because of a court order that prevented her from leaving with their daughter. JaneХs son lived with his dad. Louise and I have been together 10 years. About 6 months ago, Jane called. Her daughter was diagnosed with cancer and the prognosis was uncertain. Jane was looking for a shoulder to cry on. Jane was uncertain what to do if Hillary should lose her battle to the cancer. She was utterly alone in her current home. Her ex was a bit of an asshole. He controlled damn near everything she did even though they had not been married for as long as Louise and I had been together. She had no family in the area. And with all of the things she needed to do for Hillary, she had little or no time for friends. During the conversation, Louise told her that if something should happen and she lost Hillary, Jane would be more than welcome to come back here. We would give her a place to stay and help her out ...

A low moan escaped my wifeХs lips as the head of the ten inch cock worked its way into her pussy. It had been a while since she last felt something that wide. The cock paused to give her a chance to get used to the size. She reached over and took my face in her hands and planted a longing kiss on my lips. The cock pulled out slightly then went another half inch deeper, the head lightly rubbing her g-spot.  I held her close as the huge member slowly worked deeper into her. My cock is all of 6 inches in length and of average girth. This phallys was giving her pleasure like I have never been able to. As the tool moved in and out of her wet pussy, her kisses became more intense.  Feeling the bulging veins of the cock rub her g-spot made her squirm and start humping vigorously. This went on for five more minutes until the cock was buried as deeply as my wifeХs pussy could take it. My wife looked me in the eye and mouthed a quiet thank you to me. The cock started to move again and my normally quiet wife let out a loud moan as it pulled back. It continued to ...

A Jewish couple enslaved after the war with the Romans escapes to the Far East where they have to do desperate things to survive. Eli marched behind his half naked wife, Kiva, as the Roman slavers shouted at them to move faster. Surely they noticed Kiva, the youngest and fairest of the lot. She came from a family of wealthy Jewish merchants and had some Greek blood in her. It showed in her silky auburn hair and blue eyes. She also had the most delicate facial features, not that the slavers noticed. They were too busy leering at her swollen bust, her toned stomach and her firm ass that was barely concealed by what was left of her gown. One of the slavers grabbed her buttocks right in front of her husband who was to hungry and weak to do anything but feel ashamed. The next slaver we passed followed the previous man's example and it became infectious. The rest of the way to the caravan, more than twenty Roman slavers one after the other grabbing Kiva's ass with their dirt covered hands, laughing while they did it. Eli just watched, hanging his head as his young wifes ass became redder and ...

Who am I? I am a 47 year-old man, who grew up in Brooklyn, in an Italian Neighborhood. We weren't Italian, dad was Irish, and mom well mom was an American. Pop raised us in the food business; we had a popular restaurant that served good steaks, and American food. He used to say, let the Italians fix the Italian food. We worked hard, I went to a Catholic school, some of the kids who were there, had fathers that were in the family. I grew up with them. They visited pop, but he was somewhat of a community leader, and they respected him and he respected them, we got along. Pop was an honest man, but he treated all men, even the bad ones with respect, he use to say, their were no real black sheep, just sheep that needed a good washing.  I was smart, and somewhat athletic, got a scholarship to Harvard. It was tough, but I made it through, ended up with an MBA. I went to work in New York City, met a stunning young woman, and married her. We did all the things right. I made it big, had a boy and a girl. My ...

I always had the gift. When I was young, I always thought that all people saw what I saw. That all people and animals had colors surrounding them. And I learned at an early age that these colors changed when emotions changed. I saw it in my parents, my brothers and my sisters, my friends as I grew up. I just assumed that other people could see the colors too. I noticed that pictures did not record the colors nor did television or video cameras. Steel Blue was a color showing me that the person did not want to be bothered. Red, was anger, violet and lavender was love, while passion flowed deep dark red and dark purple. When I became a teenager, I learned to read and explore minds, and I learned how to exercise "A Little Influence". One of the first things I learned; was that people's wills were absolute; I could not make someone do something they did not want to do. But by looking into their minds, and learning what they liked, disliked, hated, and loved, I could use this information to influence their behavior, but I could not force it. So thus I learned how to ...