Our car was at the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare ‘loaner’, so my wife, Laura, (who is a petite 26 year old beauty) and I had to travel into town on the commuter train. We where grumbling about the train being quite full and having to stand. We didn’t know how well off we where, at the next station dozens more people got on and we were packed in like sardines.

In the crush, Laura and I were separated, I could see the top of her head over the crowd. They’re where mostly businessmen on the train so it isn’t surprising that Laura was surrounded by men… but the funny thing was that they were all facing Laura, you would expect a group to be facing different directions.

The train lurched and a gap appeared momentarily and I could see that Laura’s mini skirt was around her waist and her panties where pulled down by her knees. One guy was fingering her cunt; another was fondling her ass. Her top was pulled up (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more were playing with her tits. Read the rest

Early one Saturday afternoon, after spending most of the morning in town, I decided I should go and relax in a sauna for half an hour. I decided to head straight for the “Sauna & Beauty Parlour,” where I’d been a couple of times previously.

As I arrived, I was met, in the waiting room, by one of my best friends, Cali. She asked me what I was doing there. I replied by saying that I was exhausted after spending the morning in town and had come in for a relaxing sauna.

When I’d finished speaking, she told me that she was there for her weekly facial, which usually took about thirty minutes. After a short pause, one of the beauty consultants came in to the waiting room and told Cali that her facial treatments were ready. The music being played on the PA system within the premises was one of my favourite female solo singers, Enya. I thought it added something ’special’ to the atmosphere. Read the rest

As they sat on the bed he watched with desire as she ran her hands along her body. She is laying back, legs spread. Her fingers trace lightly along her slit, occasionally dipping inside herself. Her nipples are standing erect and ache for attention.

Reaching over, he massages her tits, squeezing her nipples with his fingers. She pulls him closer and he leans over and takes a nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, licking, and biting on it.

She begins to increase the pressure she is applying to her pussy. He moves back around to watch as her hips begin an up and down motion as a finger slides deeply in and out of her pussy. Her breathing increases and the moans get louder. Her back begins to arch slightly.  He leans in for a closer look and she can feel his hot breath on her thighs and pussy.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moans. Read the rest

Now that the college had changed its policy regarding certain newsgroups which contained erotic material, and had even allowed anonymous ftp access to certain remote sites which held archives of hot gay stories, Alex found that he was spending more and more time late at night in his local terminal room, reading avidly. Tonight was no exception.

Alex shifted closer to his terminal to hide his growing erection – this story was making him all hot and bothered. Glancing round, he realised that he was alone in the room, so he coerced his problem into a more comfortable position in his jeans. A sudden enormous yawn came over him (it was two o’clock in the morning, and he had been somewhat busy on Hampstead Heath the previous night).

He stretched his long, lean body to ease the tension, and leaned back precariously on two legs of his chair. To his horror, the back of his head met soft material – someone was standing behind him, reading over his shoulder. Anxious that he might be expelled for conduct likely to bring disgrace to the computer, he looked upwards to see who it was, but failed to see behind him. Read the rest

My wife is a very sexy and attractive 29-year-old, with really long legs, a lovely rounded bottom and high, firm B-cup breasts with terrific nipples. After a few drinks she can get really randy and we usually end up having some great sex. I have often fantasized about watching her fuck another man but until now we have never done anything about it.

This is where Darren came in. He is a friend of mine from work, with a bit of a reputation, but he had never met Kerri (my wife). I had occasionally showed him some raunchy photos of her to see his reaction and he often said how much he fancied her and what he would like to do to her. I took him aside, heart thumping, and told him what I was thinking and as it involved Kerri, he was really keen.

We made up a rough idea of what to do and within a few days we were putting it all into action. Kerri and I were staying in one evening and I didn’t tell her that we were going to have a visitor! We had a few drinks and she was quite happy when things began to get amorous and when I suggested she put on some sexy clothes, she was delighted! She had a few more drinks while she was dressing up and when she was finished, she was quite tipsy but looked really great. Read the rest

Even blindfolded, I recognized the clink of my heels on the metal stairs we were climbing. I knew he felt my shiver, despite the warmth of the summer air and sun on my face. I wanted to turn back, grab the railing with my hand and find my way back to the curb. The thin cotton print dress flapped at my thighs as the breeze wafted up between the tall buildings. I shuddered, and felt the grip of his hand in the small of my back, reassuring, urging, reminding.

I knew where we were, and he knew I recognized the stairs. My mind raced, forming the images in my mind. Before, when he had brought me here, it was dark, night time, in the cold of winter. The club was busy that night, a large group celebrating a birthday, a small group welcoming an old friend back into town. Several couples took advantage of the quiet corners, the exquisite props.

He had brought me here to observe, and to observe my reactions. I had been spellbound. Public play had never appealed to me, still didn’t. Yet the variety of scenes, and technical expertise had opened a whole new realm of understanding for me. He had introduced me to the owner, a kind faced gentleman who had greeted me warmly, in a gracious manner. I had been shocked later to see him with a whip in his hand, a fierceness burning in his eyes. Read the rest

It had been a long time. She didn’t know whether she had stayed away for him, or because of him. But there was the dance floor, and several cowboys sauntering up already. She doesn’t want to dance yet, so she turns and starts walking.

It is a warm night, middle of summer… dry Texas heat wave coming on strong. Her Rockies fit like a glove. Her ass is framed with the denim seam so tight that it would show every flaw, were there any. Long legs hold that heart shaped ass up and move with supple elegance through the crowd. The black lace-ups are tight and hot on her feet this time of year, but she’s here to dance and dancing requires the right foot gear. Everything requires the right equipment; she’d be changing for him later.

The crowd parts slightly everywhere she struts. Hard to miss in those jeans, and with that little tiny, summer crop top that, well, a mother wouldn’t have approved! Her ample breasts bring smirks of delight from the men as she passes by. The soft black material clings to the melon shape of her form. Her cleavage is clearly visible, as is her belly button, with its temporary tattoo showing just slightly.

Showing just enough to make them wonder, deceiving the casual eye. Gentlemen all, they don’t reach, but fists clench as she walks by. She’s oblivious. But he isn’t. His table is in the middle, a tier up. He watches everything in the bar, and her, all the time. And she knows he is watching, guarding, but she doesn’t look his way, or even try to catch his eye. Make the evening last, she thinks. Read the rest

Several years ago I worked for a company in Santa Clara, California. The company scheduled a three week school at Headquarters and I was among about 25 people who attended it. I had always heard about the ladies in California, but doubted that they were any different from those in the Midwest. I was partially right and partially wrong. I fantasized about big-titted girls who dropped their panties for just about anyone and was looking forward to some fun adventures.

Rather than pay hotel bills the company rented apartments for the students at a complex near the plant. This was really great because we could make many of our own meals and use the fairly generous per diem for playing around. What a deal!

The first week was real intense with classes going from early morning until late night due to the homework assignments and evening meetings. Thankfully, the weekends were free and we all got hellaciously liquored up on Friday night. After waking up at about Noon on Saturday, several of us decided to spend the afternoon recovering by the pool. That’s where I met Isobella. Read the rest

I am a very trusting person. I lock my door only when I am going to be away from home for several hours. Then again, I am fairly sure anyone who has ever seen me would not be stealing from me. I stand close to six feettall and weigh two hundred sixty pounds. I may not be totally ripped, but don’t jiggle while I jog either.

It was Saturday, and I was coming back from riding my bike to the market for a newspaper and fresh coffee. I was gone less than an hour, that is why it was a real surprise for me to step back in thru the door and see a line of female clothes leading back to the bedroom. It wasn’t till I saw the bra that I realized that my intruder was a female. I walked softly down the hall to my bedroom.

What I saw started my cock to swell. The woman on my bed was as small as I am large. Her hips and breast seemed out of place on her extra petite body. Her thick blond hair was worked into a heavy braid that I guessed from the length had never been shorn in her entire life. Her head was turned away from the door, as I stepped in. Her left hand was busy in her clean shaven slit. Two fingers being worked in so hard and fast she was causing a froth. Her right hand was busy working the beaded tip of her braid into her ass. Read the rest

I called Alyssa up and invited her over for dinner. She arrived promptly at seven PM. She was dressed in a clinging blue dress, her legs encased in sheer stockings and her feet in heels. I greeted her at the door with a light kiss on the cheek.

Alyssa and I have a good friendship, based on years of knowing each other well. We’ve never been lovers, but we’ve shared slaves many times. Whenever I want to have one of my female slaves serve a woman, Alyssa is the one.

We moved to the living room where I’d just opened a bottle of wine. She sat across from me, with her legs crossed. We chatted about idle topics, the weather, our jobs, etc. The subject of our last get-together came up. She’d helped me dominate a slave. Both she and I were well serviced that time. I’d fucked my slave while Alyssa was eaten out by her. The slave had thoroughly satisfied us both.

I said, “I noticed that you really seemed to get into it.”

“Yes, I just really got into it. She has a very pleasing tongue.”

“I could also see when you stopped being her dominant and started giving in to the pleasure she was giving you. It was erotic.”

“Mmmm.”

“I’ve suspected that you’ve a submissive streak in you. Is that true?” Read the rest

It’s a nice spring day, late in the morning, the weather is warm and sunny, with a bit of a breeze. I’m sitting on the bus and am heading towards my dad. Halfway down the ride we stop at the railway station, which is also the main bus station. The bus has to wait here for five full minutes, and I am getting quite bored, when a girl, perhaps nineteen or twenty years old, gets on. She takes the seat in front of me, goes to sit turned somewhat into my direction, and then starts to play with her phone.

She’s okay to look at, I am thinking. Not really my type, with her wild looking semi-shortish reddish lank hair, too much make up and flashy girlie jewelry, but she would definitely do for a small one time adventure. And as I am thinking this, I feel my dick harden in my pants.

Then, as if she can read my mind or something, she turns her head and begins to make small talk with me. Asking me if this is the right bus for where she’s heading, and talking about how she has to work later today. She tells me she’s a door-to-door salesperson for an energy company, and I think ‘must be about the crappiest job out there’ but she tells me she likes it and makes quite a lot of money of it. I’m not sure if I can believe her, but who cares, I’ll probably never see her again after this bus ride anyway.

The bus starts to move again, and we continue to talk about music and what was on TV the evening before, and after a couple of stops, we arrive at the stop where she has to get off. Then she suddenly asks me if I can come with her to show me the way, as she’s not really familiar around here. I say ‘okay’ as it is not far from where I have to be, so I get off the bus with her. We watch the bus move away, and I am about to take her where she has to be, when suddenly her tone of voice changes. Read the rest

I didn’t need to see the look on her face to know her expression. I was busy in her bedroom when she walked in the front door. The drop of her gym bag on the foyer’s hardwood floor confirmed my hunch. Amber was unnerved by my presence.

I never came over unannounced. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed the anticipation created by calling her beforehand. I usually instructed her to be ready and waiting. However, this was a special occasion.

Amber had crossed me two days ago. In an unpleasant telephone conversation, she lost her composure and spoke to me in a way that I never expected. Until then, she’d never cursed in front of me.

I guess she felt adventurous. I reacted quickly and quietly. An instant after the word “asshole” passed her lips, I hung up. Although I was angry, I smiled trying to picture her face reacting to the click and dial tone that replaced her rage with reality. Read the rest

My name is Kathy, I’m a 26 year old wife and this is the story of my first interracial experience.

My husband was out of town for business; he was going to be gone for three weeks. After about a week and a half I couldn’t control the desire to have my physical needs met. I decided I would hit the bar the next night and find a suitable guy.

It was a little after eight when I began to get ready. I fixed my hair and makeup, put on my favorite black silk halter top that highlighted my natural 44B breasts, a pair of jeans and a pair of six inch heels. I checked myself in the mirror and thought to myself, I can’t believe I’m going to be spreading my legs for another guy tonight.

I arrived at the bar, and it wasn’t very busy. Looking around I didn’t see anybody that I wanted to hook up with so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a few sips a handsome forty something black man sat next to me and ordered a beer. Normally I wasn’t attracted to black men, but he was hot. He was 6′5 240 pounds, shaved head with an athletic build. Read the rest

I’m looking at some of the hottest photos I’ve ever taken and my pussy is tingling with the memories they’re bringing back.

Here’s one of my fun-loving friend Jennifer and her strong, dreamy lover Aron slapping her neglectful husband Darren’s bare tail.

In this other one, poor Darren is naked on his hands and knees. Aron sits proudly and assertively astride his bare back. Jen is sucking Aron’s enormous hard cock and playfully bouncing his balls. With her free hand, she’s tickling her hubby’s ass and teasing him about the pleasure she’s giving her lover.

And here’s another one: Aron is leading naughty Darren on a leash like a dog – making him “heel” as Jen and I laugh and shiver with excitement. I took it from the back so you can see both men’s sexy bare asses – Darren is crawling; Aron is walking him, making him bark! Wow! You can almost drink in the testosterone.

But alas, I’m getting ahead of myself. Read the rest

I greet you at the door with a smile and a hug, feeling the tension in your body from a hard day’s work. I kiss your cheek as I close the door behind us. I take the briefcase from your hand and toss it onto the couch.

“Hungry, sweet?”

You shake your head. “I had a late lunch.”

I hold you close, just enjoying you pressed up against me, your arms wrapped around me, your breath hot against my neck. I reach down and squeeze your ass through your beige business skirt. I nibble your ear and then whisper into it.

“I can tell you’ve had a rough day today.”

You sigh and melt into me.

I squeeze your ass harder, pressing you against me.

“For the rest of the night, you have no responsibilities. No deadlines. No accounts to reconcile or reports to file. No choices to make.” I begin pulling your skirt up slowly. “You have no choices at all. No decisions.” I can feel you squirm as my hands bunch up your skirt above your ass, exposing your prim and proper cotton panties. Read the rest