I was barely beating Todd in the numbers game at the time of my discharge from the Navy. For those of you assholes who don't know about the bet, one night out of drunken stupidity we made a bet on who could fuck the most women by the time we turned 50. That bet became the second reason why I am willing to fuck skanks besides my love for fat ass sweaty sex. My lead grew sustainably when I met Laura. She was a 250 pound lady with all the right curves in all the wrong places. I met her on the same Website that has lead to many of my sexual experiences. I'm talking about Myspace, of course. When I browsed her profile pictures I thought she looked good in a Halloween outfit. I couldn't tell if she was a huge heifer. I could tell she was thick but I didn't know ... Read More»

As most of my readers now know, I get a massage every Sunday without exception. Lately they have been the same each time; rub and then a tug, nothing more than that. Well, holy shit did I have a great time at my massage yesterday. She started off the massage like she usually does, works the lower and upper back then moves down to the legs and buttocks. When she started on one leg she had me shift my leg up to my side (I sl**p like that so I am used to it) She said it was so she could access my inner thigh area. I didn't take my brain long to realize this also meant a good view of my pecker and balls for her so I moved my leg in a snap. She worked the leg and thigh really fine and did an even good job of getting me hard by banging into my junk quite a bit. ... Read More»

If you want it come and get it, I said, stroking my long and thick Black cock while looking at Amina, my gorgeous new wife. My favorite short, skinny Black Muslim chick looked at me nervously. I'm ready for you, I said with authority. She looked at me with a meek expression on her dark, pretty face. If you don't do what I tell you, there will be hell to pay, I growled threateningly. Amina nodded and took a deep breath, then she walked up to the bed. I spread my legs, wiggled my big Black dick at her and told her to get to work. Amina looked at me and hesitated again. I scowled at her, and she bit her lip before finally doing as I told her, like a good bitch. Women should always do what a strong Black man tells them, you know? I'm Bilal Sayyid and I approve this ... Read More»

Tiina is a beautifull, great woman! She is very generous... She does not hide her best parts from any men... She wears very tight blouses, so that upper buttens are always open and her big breats tighten the rest. Very often Tiina "accidentially" touches those buttons so, that they open and reveal her bra´s. She has usually tight, very short mini. She sits in the morning in coffee room in office so, that her legs apart and guys sitting opposite of her can see directly between her great legs. Tiina has only very small thongs and it is easy to guess that her pussy is totally hairles under those small pants. Tiina sits so, that her legs widen even more nad skirt rises more up. She leans back with legs apart. She enjoys knowing, what her male co ... Read More»

The blindfold was tied tight. This prevented her from opening her eyes much less see anything. She tried to move her hands, but it was useless. Her bra had previously been removed and used to bind her wrists to the side of the large wooden bed frame. Taking a moment to assess her situation, she found herself lying / kneeling on her front, across the width of the bed. Her shapely ass was crudely presented upwards, a number of pillows having been placed under her stomach. Her lower body, despite remaining at least partially dressed, felt completely exposed. She recounted her choice of lingerie for the evening: matching black lace g-string and black stockings held up with a sexy black lace-up garter belt. She still wore her black stiletto shoes. Her ... Read More»

I was working a 6 day week for the past 3 years and needed a break. So I decided that being an introvert, and my past experiences with travel(read other stories), that I would get ready for a getaway alone. I was leaning towards going towards heading to Greece again but I couldn't find a good travel agency with a good price. After constantly looking for deals during office hours, I found one that was pretty good but it was to Switzerland. Researching the countless options of packages, I decided to sign up for a free-and-easy tour. After a grueling 14 hour flight and a collective of public transportation, I arrived at my hotel. It was named The Grand or something like that, having an old century charm set in picturesque town with cozy shop lots littered by ... Read More»

Jennie hated herself at the moment. She was wearing white stretch fabric pants with no underwear, was sitting on a bus stop in the middle of a long empty road and had to pee like a racehorse. There were no bushes or trees anywhere near her so unless she wanted to squat to pee for anyone passing by to see her which she didn't she just had to hold it until the bus finally came. The potty on the bus was cramped and stank but at least it was private, unlike out here. She clamped her legs together and tried not to think about her bladder throbbing in her midsection, she knew damn well that she shouldn't have had that last soda but she drank it anyway and now she was paying the price. As if she wasn't suffering enough a really hot guy was walking down the road ... Read More»

Even although my girlfriend was to be working away from home during the summer I was really looking forward to my long break from college. Clare had been offered a summer job in Canada - I would entertain my cross-dressing fantasies while she was away. And that was just how things went until in walked Clare's dad on me, while I was dressed only in lingerie, wanking off to some television programme. Clare's dad, Austin, was collecting a few more clothes and belongings to take out to Clare, whom he and his wife were about to visit. The apartment Clare and I shared was owned by her parents, Austin hadn't thought I was in after knocking only for me to not to hear him.. Nothing more was said other than a "we all do stupid things" type pat on the shoulder. ... Read More»

I was on a cycling holiday in Eastern France; it was the thing to do in the seventies – there being no cheap air flights! At Cambridge I was studying Modern Languages and I thought a three week cycling tour of Lorraine and Alsace would be good for my education, and boy, how it was. On the first Saturday, in the afternoon, I was travelling at speed, down a hill and as I turned a corner, I ran wide and went onto the gravel. The wheels skidded and I slide off sideways. My body hit a door and it burst open. My head hit the door jam and I lost consciousness. When I came to I was surrounded by women, some in dresses and others in nun's habits. "Am I in heaven?" They smiled but didn't speak. It took it a bit of time and then I realised I was in France and they ... Read More»

=With zombie-like indifference, I inhaled the fumes from the bottle she was holding under my nose. The sharp smell made me jerk away, and the fog in my mind lifted. It was then that the fact that I was cold, stiff, and all tied up, became important to me. "What the hell's going on here?" I said. It didn't come out like that. It came out more like: "Wa ka kells gaging oa heer?" That was the best I could do. My mouth was stretched wide open, and my tongue found two chunks of plastic clamped between my back molars. Even the slightest effort to close my mouth hurt my jaw like the dickens. "What's going on? I'm just waiting for your head to clear so we can start our little party," she said in her husky voice. Except for my bonds, I was totally naked ... Read More»

My proposal to Amanda was simple: because it would give pleasure to both of us, the two of us should cooperate in a program which would result in a subtle, but real, transformation of her body. Amanda's body was already very pleasing. Because she has a rather small, compact frame, her body has the enticing charm of a fruit in danger of passing from ripe to overripe. Thus, the appropriate adjective to describe her figure is ''succulent,'' not svelte. In fact, it is only because she is willing to discipline herself that she is able to present the world with a clearly defined waistline above a belly which is firm but more rounded than flat. The discipline involves constant vigilance to both her diet and her posture. For my tastes, Amanda's body type is more ... Read More»

There’s a loud pounding on the hand-carved front door. Bradley Kane looks up from the Wall Street Journal. “Hey, open up in there!” a muffled voice shouts over repeated thuds. Brad crosses the lavishly decorated living room. He swings the door open and stares at the dark figure standing in the night shadows. The man is about twenty. Long, slicked-down hair surrounds a face that looks like a welder’s fist. He wears grease stained jeans, an armless, muscle-flaunting motorcycle jacket and big black biker-boots. Smoke curls from a short cigarette-butt clenched in lips that appear locked in a perpetual smirk. His crooked nose looks as if it’s been broken several times. There’s a smear of axle grease on one cheek. A shinny gold earring dangles from a ... Read More»

Standing in the shower, soapy hands in my hair, absentmindedly working the lather as I think of all that we've shared, and your words echo through my mind as I lean back against the wall. "You're mine." Reaching to finger my clit as I remember your face, only inches from mine, and your breath against my skin, as you hissed, "You're mine. Only mine." and I know that I am... that it's all I ever want to be. I press one finger into my tight, hot pussy, already longing for you in ways that I've never desired another and I wonder about tonight, about the future, about how and where you will touch me, about what will become of me. Closing my eyes, I run my fingers from shoulder to breast, imagining your hands on me, your fingers grazing my nipples and sliding down ... Read More»

As he struggled to hold on to the rope that he was dangling from, Robert found himself surrendering to the helplessness of his situation. Once again his enemies in the neighborhood had caught up to him and dragged him to the woods to be hung from a tree by his tighty whities. His feet were barely touching the ground and his pants had been taken. The thugs and their girlfriends had stayed just long enough to snap a picture and laugh at him and then had left him there alone to swing from the tree branch. This had all happened before, but this time there was little possibility of escape. The pain of his underwear being yanked up his ass crack by his own weight was intense. His testicles were aching and he was fighting the urge to urinate. He continued to hold the ... Read More»

My sister Kathleen is a real bitch. I don't know where she got the idea that she is the center of the universe, but she acts like anything she does is the most important thing going on. Everyone has to do what she wants, and she gets all huffy when they don't. Case in point: one afternoon, a few weeks ago, Kathleen came home after shopping, as I was getting ready for work. I'm eighteen, and I work at a fast-food restaurant while going to college. Conversely, Kathleen, twenty-one years old, doesn't work and has a ton of boy-toys that she strings along. She makes them buy her things, teasing them with her body (even I had to admit that my sister was pretty hot). But I knew from some pretty reliable sources, however, that my sister almost never puts out. She's a ... Read More»