At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet, and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us. We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and stepfather. I always wanted children, but Hugh wanted to wait a couple years, so the only form of birth control we ever used was avoidance of sex on the days around my ovulation time. After a year or so we began to seriously try for a pregnancy. After over a year with no success I had a complete pelvic exam, but the doctor could find no problems. My husband had already fathered two children, but he had his sperm examined. He was ... Read More»

The evening began as many summer evening do with a trip to a secluded spot at the lake for a relaxing swim. Looking back I would have to wonder if I would have made that life trip knowing now how it would change everything. After a long stressful day at work I changed into some cutoffs and a tank top before driving back into the woods to a spot I have gone to swim many times before. Once there I noticed as was usual no one was in sight so I pulled my shirt over my head, unfastened my shorts, and let them fall to the ground by the pier. Diving in I felt the cool lake water caressing my heated skin instantly washing the away the stress and strain of the day. I hoisted myself up out of the water and onto the pier after swimming to the center of the lake and back a ... Read More»

Introduction - Mr Butt often uses the "job interview" theme on movie scenes. Let's pick up from where we left off (this was about 10 years ago when I used to come to his day-job office on the pretext of having an interview. I had finished the first interview by giving him a comprehensive blow job, then left saying I hoped I got the job) So the next Sunday at 4pm I opened my emails to find the regular instruction from Mr Butt "Chantelle, the very best candidates are being invited back for a second interview involving some on the job case studies and you should allow three hours for this 2nd interview, starting at 3.00pm tomorrow. Your attendance is required and this time, wear slightly more daring attire." It is a frosty November day so I need to wear a long ... Read More»

A few days went by before Dan and I worked the same schedule. This one was even better, not only did we both close that night but we were off the next day. When I went to clock in Dan was already there. "We're closing tonight, and we have no work tomorrow....so Jess you gonna let me feel that tight cunt wrapped around my cock tonight?" He whispered into my ear as I clocked in, pressing his cock on my ass. I leaned back into him for a minute before moving away so no one would see us before turning and looking into his eyes. "I can't wait." I said with a smile before I walked away. I spent my shift thinking about how great Dan's cock would feel inside me, getting wetter as the night went on. For some reason as I had gotten ready for work ... Read More»

Miranda sat staring out the window of "Le Bistro" waiting patiently for Taylor to arrive. The two hadn't seen each other in a few months and now that Taylor had come back to Korea the two had planned a reunion lunch at a cute little French restaurant. A waitress walked over and shyly asked if Miranda would like a drink to start off with. Miranda smiled politely and asked for a water before turning her attention back to the shoppers outside. Finally Taylor appeared looking frazzled as she opened the door and looked around for Miranda. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! Our new bed was being delivered today and they were late and..." "And you and Jung-su had to break it in!" Miranda said with a knowing smile. Taylor laughed and gave Miranda a hug. "It's great ... Read More»

Even if she is my daughter, I have to say that Brittany is your typical dumb blonde. She never seems to know what's good for her. On the other hand, what the fuck do I care ? I'm having some of the best sex of my life because the girl's not got sense enough to keep the best thing that ever happened to her. Oh, well . . . My beautiful Brittany's had her turn keeping every bad boy in town happy and satisfied. She's paraded every one of them through the house at one time or other. They're all either pierced or tattooed - or both. At the very least they have beards, moustaches and long hair that covers their faces so I can't see their eyes. She went through a really irritating, "I only want to date artists and musicians" phase that lasted about five years. None of ... Read More»

Of all of the stories that I have written this is the most true piece that I have as an author have ever gotten to write. For all of you that know me; if you are the least bit squeamish, put down the book, and stop reading now. For those that like a bit of freakish action, this one might be for you... So I have always wanted to drink a girl. Ha, this sounds impossible seeing I am not a cannibal and I refuse to drink blood... no not what I mean! I'm talking about drinking a girl's piss. So this may be close to it! I have read countless stories about girls that can do this, but I have yet to come across a guy that has the balls to aim his cock in the right direction while pissing to be able to swallow his own bile. I didn't think I could do it though; ... Read More»

Hey everyone! its been forever since ive been on here. Anyway... my bf used to enjoy me fucking other guys but since about 6 months ago he told me that i wasnt allowed to do it anymore and ive been pretty good about it, that is until recently... anyway before i had some regular fuck buddies that my bf knew about(and some he didnt. lol) most of them were his friends including his best friend(which also has a gf that didnt know!) Me my bf and his best friend all live together so i used to feel like i was dating both of them because i fucked them both about the same. lol. Anyway like i said about 6 months ago my bf said no more and i respected his wishes because I love him. Before i go any further let me mention that my bf works night shift so he's never here at ... Read More»

Resting, stretched out on the lounge after a hot shower was very relaxing, especially after the great blow job I received of my younger brothers mate. Laying there, I watched Sean as he laid on the floor watching TV, with my dirty smelling work boots close to his head and every now and then I could hear him, he would take a deep breath, taking in the sickening smell. This guy sure did get off on the foul smelling odor of my feet, and I bet it had something to do with his older brother, having to smell his rotten shoes and socks in the same room they shared, jerking off late at night the smell must have turned into an aphrodisiac for him. IТll be honest and say that having him suck my cock was one of the best sex sessions IТve had, ever. And up until I saw ... Read More»

I recently found out my ex John wrote a story called "Warm Breeze" based on one of our love making sessions. When I started to read the story and recalled that day it really turned me on - it was one of those moments where I could just feel the flood coming on down there before it even wet my lips. So before I could finish reading more than a few paragraphs I went to my bedroom and got out some lube and toys because I knew I wasn't going to make it through the rest of the story without satisfying myself at the same time. I used my favorite bunny rabbit vibrator and a large realistic looking cyberskin dildo which I lubed up and used to fill my pussy and then my ass. Of course there's nothing like the scent and feel of a real man and real cock pleasuring me, ... Read More»

I enjoy my job, who becomes an escort because they hate men? No one and those that do obviously are going to have a hard time showing it and not make much money at it. I always enjoy my job unless the guy comes to me a little smelly (i.e. hasn't shaved or showered in years) or is an outright asshole. But of course there are some visitors that are wayyyyy more memorable than others. The other day I was visiting New York. I was staying in a classy little establishment in Midtown Manhattan. One never knows what type of client they are going to get in Manhattan. You can have your police officer, taxi cab driver, Wall Street worker, or you can even have your local rough neck. I personally try never to discriminate while I do screen for my own safety I am not ... Read More»

I'd never had a massage in the UK. I'd never needed one or wanted the sort of pleasure I gained from attending spas in such places as Crete, Thailand and Spain. I had enjoyed those. They were part relaxing, part sheer pleasure and part, I knew, but they were not sold that way, part erotic. But now I needed one. I needed a proper massage. My back was so tight and had been for two weeks now. I had to do something. I wasn't a member of the gym just down the road from where I lived with my mum. She was a member and it was her suggestion that I book a massage there. "There seems to be quite a few masseurs, some quite dishy too" she said smiling as she climbed out of our very warm, half indoor and half out pool. She was topless as she often was nowadays. The ... Read More»

It was a brisk autumn day as Karl Chapman, Dagwood Strewth, and Jessibelle Dillas met in the lower atrium of the Northern Tropics hotel. They had been invited to spend the three day weekend at Aeryn and Edwin's fathers resort while it was getting refurbished from the summer bustle. It was essentially a merger of a glorified motel combined with a small water park and botanical gardens. All put together it was a very successful venture, likened as a small scale theme park. The trio had reached consensus that a day at the pool was in order and as they walked down the hallway they chatted excitedly with Dagwood rolling the drink cooler behind them. Despite being the one 'officially' after Jessibelle, Dagwood Strewth felt like more of a chaperone than a suitor as ... Read More»

Exhibitionist, attention-seeker, loner, perfectionist, minx. At any one time I can be some, or all of these things. I am not, however, a professional cam girl, perfect, confident, into meeting people offline or poor. I am addicted to the novelty of the unseen old man looking at my body and wishing he was 30 years younger; the ego-stroking that comes from a man, woman or couple 1000 miles away telling me they love looking at my naked body, or the greedy pervert wanting to pay me to strip, lick random items, dress-up, allow him to send me gifts, or any one of a million things these people can think of. Why this past-time? I have an over active imagination; it's always clicking over, and it's usually sexually-based thoughts speeding through. The online world ... Read More»

When I first married Patrick, he couldn’t get enough fucking, but last year when I turned 35, my sex drive surged, and I started wanting it every day. That’s when Patrick’s urges slowed down completely. Now, he doesn’t even seem to care about sex, and it’s all I think about. I wake up wishing that Patrick had a woody, and the wanting goes on until I fall asleep and dream I’m fucking random guys in the neighborhood. I get through my day by surfing the Web for erotic stories and pictures, masturbating between doing the laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and making sure Patrick and my three kids have everything they need. I usually take about five of my little breaks per day. The slightest thing gets me horny: a new character on one of my soaps, a new teacher’s ... Read More»