It hadn’t gone well, Sherri thought, as she leafed through an old magazine. She shifted position, took her shoes off, and curled her feet up comfortably beneath her on the couch.

Across the room, Kevin was still typing away. They’d been working together quite well on the book, and then he’d had one of his sudden fits of inspiration and had shooed her away, irritably, because he didn’t want her “looking over his shoulder.” As if he hadn’t looked over mine enough, she thought. And leaned on it at the same time. I wish we could get an office with two desks, two typewriters, and a brick wall between them! With a sigh, she picked up another magazine and slid farther down into the cushions that covered Kevin’s couch.

She’d just begun reading a fascinating article on archaeological discoveries at Tell-el-Amarna when Kevin spoke. “Look, it’s getting late, and I have a lot of things to do in the morning. Time for you to go home.”

Sherri closed her eyes for a moment. All right, she thought, if that’s the way you want it… She reached down, slipped on her shoes again, tossed the magazine on the table and got up to go. Her portfolio and purse and all her papers had been left on the table by the door, and she turned that way, unwilling to look at Kevin. Sometimes, she thought, I wish you hadn’t talked me into this so-called collaboration. I wish you hadn’t insisted that we both work here at your place. I wish you hadn’t. Read the rest

He had just gotten off work in the computer lab. Sara waited patiently by the door. She smiled seductively, because she knew what was about to happen. He was nervous because he had never been with such a beautiful woman before and he really wanted to impress her.

Sara was so sexy, she even walked seductively, her ass moving gently side to side as she walked ahead of him. They walked across the parking lots to Lafollette and on past it to her building. She punched the button for the elevator and the doors opened almost instantly. She walked in and he followed. When the doors closed, she slid her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.

Gently he bent his head down and softly touched his lips to hers. Her mouth was soft and sweet and it was only a few seconds before she opened her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue into his. He was shaking from being so nervous, but Sara’s gentle French kiss seemed to calm him some. He gently raised his hand toward her breast, but stopped short when the elevator door began to open.

She led him to the stairs and then down the hall to her room. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered him in. The room was dark, except for one small lamp on her desk. She quickly turned him around and continued their kiss from the elevator. Sara’s tongue was less gentle this time and seemed to desire more from him than before. He slid his tongue a little further into her mouth and she moaned from the pleasure. Read the rest

Let me begin by introducing myself - my name is Darren and I work for a large corporation (which will remain anonymous). My job is not the most exciting. It’s usually the same thing day in and day out.

That is… until one day.

There’s this girl I met one day at work named Alexis. She is a real looker as they say. Our relationship was purely casual. She was a secretary on the third floor and I was an engineer on the first.

One day she asked me if I could help her out with setting up a new computer for her boss (how she acquired this responsibility I’ll never know). Anyway, since I really did like her, I told her I’d help out - but after work (I had my own responsibilities).

At 5:30 I met her at her desk and she led me to the third floor office of her boss, Mr. Peterson.

As it turned out her boss was away on a business trip (otherwise we would not have been allowed to do any work in his office until later that evening when he went home).

As we got into the office I couldn’t help but to notice how great she looked.

She was wearing a short skirt, white blouse, and black shoes and stockings.

She bent over to pick up the manuals and my heart nearly stopped.

She turned her head while she bent over and saw that I was “taking in the sights.” Read the rest

Am I the luckiest woman on the planet or what? I have wild sex drive and a playful imagination, and I have a devoted, big-dicked husband who will do ANYTHING to please me. He’s absolutely mad about me and, believe me, I make him prove it – every day of the week!

I work hard all week, but I stay energized during my busy days just daydreaming about the fun that’s waiting for me when I get home. My hubby Chris knows I like variety and that I have a lot ofways to enjoy myself. He knows there’s something specific expected of him every night of the week when I get home from work.

And if he forgets, or if he gets lazy or neglectful, well I still get to have some fun. I call my powerful, ex-boxer lover over and ask him to bring his belt. Then I watch with glee as my big stud puts Chris over his lap and gives him an exciting, bare-bottom spanking. Man, can he get that boy’s tail shiny red!

But I digress. Those spankings rarely happen. Chris always remembers what he’s supposed to do to please me.

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I was working in the Bracknell area at the time and I stopped off in this car park after work to go for a run. Its quite a well known trolling area and I made sure I was wearing a sexy pair of running shorts in case any interesting opportunities arose (something’s arising right now actually as I recall what happened).

I parked the car and was just catching the end of a radio programme I’d been listening to when this XR3 pulled into the car park. It made a couple of circuits of the car park and then came and parked right next to me. Inside was a young blond guy of about 25 and a girl of about 20. They were obviously hot for it because no sooner had the car stopped than they were groping and feeling one another. This was making me really randy and my cock was uncontrollably bulging against the thin material of my shorts. Read the rest

I saw through the louvered closet door a sight that made my knees almost buckle. He’s taking her to our bed! I almost screamed out, but managed to choke it to a whimper that was covered by the sagging of the bed. But, another part of me was getting wet and I had to see more.

Just then he reached in the night stand, taking my semi-sweet strawberry oil out and pouring the warm liquid all over her almost too thin body. She’s moaning and groaning as he let his hands wander completely over her body, from her midsection, spreading the oil down her thighs to her toes. “Pop!” it’s a little toe cracking as he pulls on it.

Giggling, she’s stretching her long body, hands pushing the head-board and pushes her feet to him. “Oh, my good god!” Courtney screams.

“I wonder where they imagine I’ve gone?” I think, as he’s working her feet almost to the point of pain.

My mind feels like a tennis ball volleying back and forth between, ‘Why is John doing this?’, to ‘Yes! That looks so hot, and I’m just a little perverted to be enjoying it so.’

Then he drops her feet, cups her breasts with both hands, slides them to the nipples and stretches them almost too much! (The tennis match now defaults to my pussy, which is leaking down my thigh). Read the rest

She was tough, alright, just as advertised. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and fiery, and loved her bondage sessions. She had a very high tolerance for pain too, maybe that was what I really admired about her; that she could take anything I could dish out, and then some, and that she truly loved every minute of it!

I think the best time we had was when she came to me begging, pleading for me to really torture her breasts, now, how could I possibly refuse a request like that? Well, I couldn’t, and it was one of the most erotic times we had together.

We went into my playroom and I immediately slapped the leather cuffs on her wrists, then attached them to the overhead pulley and pulled her up till her toes were just barely touching the ground. I quickly stuffed in a ball gag just in case she wanted to complain, but she never did, never would, then I put on the hood, sealing her off from the world quite effectively. Read the rest

Like many couples, my wife and I had fantasised while we fucked about her being screwed by some other guy. It always turned us both on immensely and we would both cum hard. It seemed a harmless way to add some spice to our sex life. Not that I had any complaints anyway.

I should tell you about my wife, Amber. She’s 23 years old (same as me - we got married at 16), a wonderful tiny 5ft 1 of sheer sex. I don’t mean to boast but she really is stunning. She has her brown hair in a ‘bob’ style, has an innocent looking face with big, brown eyes, 36d tits which look absolutely huge on her small frame and a lovely pair of legs. What I am about to relate took place when we were both 20 years old.

About 3 years ago, our ‘multiple fuck’ fantasies began to evolve further and get really nasty. My wife would talk like the sluttiest whore, telling me how she wanted other men to fuck her at the same time - the more the better. After a while, she got even nastier, saying how she wanted the men to be black and for at least three of them to fuck her ass, mouth and cunt at the same time before each in turn ramming their massive cocks into her tight cunt and shooting their spunk deep inside her.

Our fucking sessions always ended up on this fantasy with Amber coming hard, her cunt milking the spunk from my cock and into the rubber (we had decided to hold on before starting a family and the pill ‘doesn’t agree’ with Amber so I had to use a rubber each time). This nasty, slutty talk from my usually demure wife always made me completely empty my balls. Read the rest

When I went to college as an undergraduate a while back at the University of Missouri-Columbia there are these outdoor racquetball courts. They are all concrete, high walls, with no roof.

One of my fantasies was to play a little more than racquetball with some girl there. I mean it was a cool place, you were outdoors, in a public place but the high walls provided most of the privacy you needed.

I had no steady girlfriend that semester and could think of only one girl who I could coax into a situation like that, Jennifer. Jennifer was a sophomore I think and it was rumored that she was picking up guys while she worked part-time as a waitress at a pizza place. We both hung out with the same group of friends and she had flirted with me a lot.

Now Jennifer was no raving beauty but was rather plain looking. She had short, brown curly hair and brown eyes and freckles. My guess was that she was about 5′ 5″, medium weight. Read the rest

The clock on the living room wall showed 8:00PM and my patience was near an end. I’d been waiting for my husband, Gary to come home from work now for almost 2 hours. We’d been planning to go to a party that started at 8:00 and now we’d be late for sure. I was going to give him a piece of my mind when he got home. I was sure that he’d stopped to have a drink with some of his buddies, it was an old routine that I knew well even if I didn’t like it much.

A half hour later or so, I finally hear keys at the front door, and after a few minutes of scrambling with the lock, Gary walked into the apartment. Then I realized that he hadn’t come home alone, 3 of his buddies were also with him, and they all appeared to have had a lot to drink.

I stood up and started to say something to Gary but before I could open my mouth he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bedroom.

“Look, babe,” he started. “I’m sorry I’m late but what’s done is done. Why don’t we just make new plans, in fact I’ve got one already in mind.”

He pushed me back onto the bed and threw my skirt up over my waist, then he roughly ripped off my panties. He lifted my legs and spread them with his hands until my pussy was completely open for him.

“Gary, wait! What about your friends in the other room?” Read the rest

Many years ago I was promoted to manager of a business.  On my promotion I made contact with all the important customers and suppliers, and explained that whilst the guy who owned the business wasn’t selling, I was the one running it on a day to day basis and had authority to sign checks and such.

Included in these contacts was the bank manager. A guy a few years older than me, the usual banker type, straight laced in the office.

He suggested we go to lunch one day and wanting to make a good impression, I didn’t drink at lunch but noticed he knocked back a few glasses of wine.

We became quite friendly and luckily for me the business was successful so he invited me out one evening to a theater show. I arrived and there he was along with his wife, a very nice mature lady elegantly dressed with a good figure. Her skirt showed off her long legs and her breasts looked wonderful in a tight fitting top. Read the rest

My wife got into an accident about 3months ago and broke her leg in 2 places and had to have knee surgery. After the casts came off she had to have physical therapy. We had a in home therapists that come to the house and provide the therapy service. My wife is 42 years old, 115 lbs 34C blonde and blue eyed.  Very pretty and sexy.

When I got home that day of her first treatment she was wearing her usual night- shirt and was in the bed. She invited me to lay with her, and as I did I noticed her favorite dildo was in the bed. I asked what was she doing and she said she had been thinking about me ever since I left this morning and was horny. We had some amazing sex that evening. Read the rest

Hi! My name is Alexis, I’m 19 and I’m HOT! I’m also bisexual, which means that when I’m horny (and I’m always horny) I’d fuck anyone that stirs near me, without regards to gender, race or even species. And, although I prefer kinky sex, also do regular guys. Take for example Mick.

One day last summer, I was visiting daddy in his downtown office. Daddy is a lawyer, a wealthy one, and his clientele are mostly wealthy businessmen, whom he advices how to pay less taxes on their income. All together a disgusting lot.  Anyway, there I was but daddy was too busy to see me.

He’d told me to wait for him in the waiting room until he finished his business with a client, and he’d added, “Mick is waiting out there also. So please be nice to him, and I don’t mean tease him. He’s a very important client.”

Well telling me to be nice to someone for money-that’s a red flag for me. So I’ve decided to teach both men a lesson. I was also horny, and that mood had suited well my purpose. Read the rest

I never thought I’d write a letter like this but Juniper - my lady - talked me into it.

We earn our living by playing in a rock band, a band you have heard of, but one I won’t name in this letter. Rock and roll is a hard wild life and all the stories about being in a successful are true.  But Juniper and I try to maintain after three years of a great marriage as normal a life as we can under the circumstances.

Believe it or not Juniper, who was against any kind of swinging started the whole thing.  She knew I was tempted by Sandra a blond back-up singer we were using at the time but she was being good about it.  We talked about it too and everything was cool until my wife and I were backstage with the drummer-boyfriend of the said lady. 

We had come to see his new rhythm ideas and the four of us were alone.  I turned from talking and admiring the tall shapely blonde to find my petite Juniper - who has the sexiest body I’ve ever seen - making hot eyes at the drummer Dan.  He was blonde too, long haired and he had taken his shirt off and looked like a Viking warrior.  He was sweating and he was smiling appreciatively at my wife. Read the rest

It was my second year in college. A paper was due the next week, and I had to go to the library to get material for my paper. It was late at night, and I had done all the usual procrastination on my paper. The college library was situated conveniently close to the dorms, and it was a simple thing to just throw on some shoes and jog nearly next door and dash inside. The library was going to close soon.

I ran into the library, and the woman behind the counter — the head librarian, frowned at me. I walked casually over to one of the card files and began searching for the books I needed. I stood there, thumbing through them quickly, when there was a tap at my shoulder. I turned. The librarian was standing there, looking at me.

“Can I help you find something?”

She was an older woman, probably about thirty years older than I. Her brown hair was peppered with silvery strands, and it was pulled backward in a rather severe-looking bun. She was wearing glasses. I don’t know what it was, but there was something about her that looked sensuous and sexy, as if there was something hidden behind the facade of being a straight-laced old woman. Read the rest