Want to hear how far I went for a job? It all started a few weeks ago when my friend Lynn got a job at a Dallas strip club—a bit of a drive from our neighborhood in Richardson, Texas. Up until then, we were both waitresses at the Olive Garden making about $300 a week. We had gotten to be good buddies going out after work and getting sloshed, hooking up with guys and sharing the details. I couldn’t believe she started stripping. Don’t get me wrong—she’s hot and all, but I guess I always thought of us as sort of good girls. I couldn’t believe she was flaunting her body for all of those men. Then, she told me that she made $800 in one week. Plus, her pay was all cash. The government couldn’t get their greedy paws on it. I had a kid I was taking care of. Hell, ... Read More»

Since this is about me, I'll start by telling you a bit about myself. First the personal stuff: I'm female, thirty two years old. I'm employed as an IT manager in Orlando, Florida, a job I've held for about two years. I was born in Texas, on or around April 1st. I say "on or around" because nobody knows for sure. I was abandoned by my mother when I was an infant, about a week old, left at a fire station. I grew up in foster care in Texas. I was lucky. I had only one foster family I remember, a nice man and woman who at any given time had several other children of various ages in their care. At an early age I discovered I was good in school, which was convenient as my looks (I was rather plain) and size (always the smallest) meant I was ... Read More»

When my daughters were still little, just six and three years old, my husband started cheating on me with a young girl just out of high school. I figured it was just some kind of mid-life crisis, but after two months of screwing his young “lady,” he up and left me and the girls. He and Tiffany (That was her name) talked about going to California, but only got as far as Ohio, and they’ve lived there ever since. We don’t hear from him much and I sort of like it that way. I must. Heather and Shelby are 20 and 17 now, and I’ve had boyfriends and hook ups now and then, but nothing serious. Most people think it’s because I don’t want to expose my girls to anything like that, but my girls know what’s going down in the world. I make sure of that. I don’t want them to ... Read More»

"So tell me, Mrs. Winthrop, how did you get my name?" asked Sergio while he was in the process of setting up his massage table. "I got it from Donna, Donna Atkins, she says you come very highly recommended." "Well, I'll thank Donna next time I see her," Sergio replied smoothly, as he finished up snapping the last table leg into place. "Now tell me, what kind of trouble are you experiencing?" "Uh, it's my back mostly," Sami Winthrop replied. "I have a lot of stiffness in the morning when I try to bend over." "Mmmm, I see," he replied thoughtfully, "I'm pretty sure we can help you with that. If you would please disrobe and climb up on the table we can get started." Samantha knew that she would be removing her clothing, but when it finally ... Read More»

Hello my name is Paul. I am 26 years old and I live in New York. The United States of America. I work in New York as an accountant. My wife’s name is Mary and she is a nurse. I am married and I have 2 c***dren. Jimmy and Timmy. Jimmy is 4 years old and Timmy is 2 years old. My wife Mary is 24 years old. Today I want to share a secret with you all. I want to share an experience. The experience witch I had of the relationship between me and Jane. A relationship witch I consider as bad, romantic, erotic and a little bit funny. Jane is the younger s****r of my wife Mary. I have kept this secret for almost 4 years, but now I want to share this with you all. When Mary and I got married, I was 22 years old and Mary was 20 years old. Jane was studying at the Oxford ... Read More»

I reached down, untied my mother's ankles and picked her up with one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. I carried her to the couch and set her down across my lap. As I gently kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips, there was a salty taste where she had been perspiring. With her face turned into my chest, I held her tenderly and waited while she regained her composure. She felt so small and vulnerable; I had an overwhelming desire to rock her gently as if she were a child. Finally she stirred and swivelled on my knees to put her feet to the floor. After two preparatory rocking movements, she straightened her legs to stand but came back to my lap with a bump. On the second attempt, I helped with a gentle push. She took a couple of ... Read More»

I was spent, my cock was slowly deflating, still wrapping loosely in the sticky condom. My wife lay snoozing beside me sent to dreamland by a late night fucking. This was an anomaly in our household. Monthly sex in the morning or early evening was our typical fare after five years of marriage, two kids and never enough time. But that night I was horny as hell, groping my wife at every opportunity, pressing her into corners just outside our kids gaze, whispering dirty words into her ears and making her blush. What got into me? It was the day of our daughter's third birthday party. Family and friends came, and overall it was pretty successful. Enough kids and toys to let them mostly to themselves, and give the grown-ups time to chat. One late arrival, was ... Read More»

This wasn't the first time I cheated on my wife, but all of my prior hookups were very forgettable, even downright shameful. What happened to me last September was incredible. My wife hated Donna the first time we met her at the bar. We were out celebrating a friend’s birthday, and all of us were more wasted than we had been in years. It was great. As I got drunker, my wife started looking like she did back when she was hotter than hell—at least she appeared that way to me. The way she kept staring at me, it seemed like she felt the same about me and I was going to get some drunk humping tonight. The kids were staying at friends’ houses. But once Donna started flirting with me, all chances of me getting laid by my wife went out the window. Donna was wearing ... Read More»

Now an old man I was sitting in a railway carriage opposite two women dressed as nuns, one mature, the other quite young, My mind went back 60 years. At that time I was a member of what is now referred to as Special Forces but in my time as Special Operations. I was parachuted into France in early April of 1944 to prepare for the forthcoming landing later in the year. Everything seemed to have gone wrong, the first plane only got 50 miles before it had to turn back. Then the weather was that bad they couldn't fly for several days. Eventually when I did manage to do my drop it was in an area where there was a large concentration of German troops in fact two battalion of SS Storm Troopers. The worst or was it the best part I was blown away off target by the ... Read More»

I live in Chicago. I used to wake up and go to work for a mortgage company every day. B-O-R-I-N-G. Wake up early, wear a skirt, sit in a cubicle, work with assholes, the whole nine yards. But last November I got lucky and got laid off. OK, so maybe it didn't feel so lucky at the time but in the end I'm glad I don't work anymore. There was enough to do in December, but as soon as the holidays were over with, I realized I was bored and lonely and I started spending a lot of time online. My husband was always either working or else out drinking with his buddies. I discovered chat rooms and before long, I'd met loads of new people. I'm a little on the chubby side and thought at first about lying to my new friends about my appearance. Actually, I lied about it just ... Read More»

It wasn't that I didn't like my dad, it was just that I thought he was kind of a buffoon. A buffoon that had got real lucky, but he was the kind of guy who never realized it was luck that got him to where he was. It was Dad's good fortune to be at the right place at the right time and by a series of coincidences end up married to a woman who was far superior to him in just about every way. When she was young Mom had gone to an all girl school. One night she met my father at one of those mixers. Dad was what one might call a townie, he had grown up in a large family in the same town that my Mom was going to college in. The night they were to meet, Mom's boyfriend had called to tell her that he thought their relationship wasn't working out ( he would later call ... Read More»

My name is Adam Harris. I'm just an average guy with a very active sex life. It all started with my elder neighbour...let me tell you the story... Her name was Susan Jones. She lived next door to my mother and I, a divorcee. She had no children and seemed to prefer it that way. She was an alluring woman, standing at 5'11'' on long well toned legs with a shapely hourglass figure. Her slightly pale oval face was framed with locks of long golden hair. She had deep green eyes that shone out happily. She looked rather young for a woman of around 38. I had met her a few times out and about on the streets or in the shopping centre, but nothing more than a brief hello. She moved in around four months after us after she had divorced her husband. From what I could ... Read More»

Carolyn Engel sat in the outer office of Dr. Matthew's office paging through the latest weekly news magazine without really paying much attention to it. Her mind was on much more important things. Lifting her head out of the magazine, she glanced around the waiting room, trying to imagine what each of the people sitting there were seeing the doctor about. She made a quick observation that none of the other women in the room had her particular problem. There was one woman who had a nose that looked like a ski slope, while another looked like she had three chins instead of the usual one. No, she was the only one who was a candidate for breast reduction surgery. While most of the female population would probably not choose to have breasts the size of hers, ... Read More»

The Young Actor Likes Older Women Ch. 02 I woke up as the sun was going down. Opening my eyes, I looked at Eduardo next to me, his tanned, naked body stretched out on the bed, his cock resting on his thigh. I had cheated on my husband with a younger man and I did not feel guilt, only an elation born out of a choice of free will. I had enjoyed an incredible series of orgasms with my former Tampa neighbor whom I had known since he was a boy. I liked it, liked sucking his creamy cock and feeling his mouth between my legs or the way he entered me and I contracted my cunt, squeezing his meat as he rode me and talked to me in a way my needle-dick introvert husband would never have.... I had crossed the line into a new realm. After years of straight marriage ... Read More»

So there I stood, in the middle of my living room, with my pants around my thighs and my throbbing cock bobbing twenty inches from the nose of my Cuban cleaning lady's nearly-nude eight-year-old-daughter... (You DID read the first four chapters, didn't you?) As Maria, my cleaning lady, reluctantly released her practiced hold on my twitching prick, I knelt again before Rosa, her little daughter. Once more, the second-grader looked into my eyes in a trusting way. But her gaze quickly returned to the thick, vein-covered rod extending from the hairy nest at the bottom of my belly and drooping under its own weight to point right at her cotton-covered crotch. The blood was pounding in my head as I reached slowly for the waistband of ... Read More»