Hi again, friends and perverts. It's me, Alexandra, ready to relate the next chapter of my little tale of debauchery. You really should check out part 1, honest. Take ten minutes out of your day for a little sexy back story. Your orgasm will be that much better. No lie. So this is the part where things get a little weird. And by weird, I mean that my Machiavellian little mind was slowly forming an evil plan to turn sweet Shanna completely to the dark side. Little did I know I'd be dragging at least one other delicious young coed down with us, but at the time, my only goal was to get Shann in touch with her inner slut. You see, part of my period of inner turmoil and personal discovery (see, if you'd read part 1, you'd know what I'm talking about right now) ... Read More»

Brian Doyle walked into the bank at 11:15. He saw that the tellers were busy, but the cute young black girl at the customer service desk looked bored. He sat in front of her, smiled, and said, "I'd like to transfer some money between accounts." She looked up and smiled back at him; her nameplate said Saundra Jones. "I can help you with that, sir." Her smile exposed perfectly white and even teeth contrasted against her thick shapely lips that were coated in a subdued maroon lipstick. He placed his account card on the desk and slid it to her. Brian studied her as she tapped away at the computer keyboard. A generous swath of eyeliner dramatized Saundra's jade green eyes and soft, thick lashes. She brushed her long, kinky hair away from her ... Read More»

More Fun with Benoit Sylvie and I spent a relaxed day shopping and strolling along the streets in the and Marais sections. We stumbled onto an exquisite small shop specializing in maternity clothes, and Sylvie bought me three outfits. Although they are not really needed at home on the boat, I am planning on wearing them to school on the days I'm called to substitute. Since Sylvie plans on getting pregnant herself once my baby is born, she will certainly be wearing the same outfits herself. Since my readers are certainly more interested in fucking than clothes, I'll skip ahead to our hotel room after dinner, where we again found ourselves naked with Benoit. Sylvie wore the garter belt and stockings, as he said he found them to be very stimulating. I had ... Read More»

I was dating my first love in our Freshman year of college and we did some real kinky things. I had told her that I did not want her to wear any underwear except during her period or at work and she had to shave all of her pubic hair. On weekend we made plans to go out of town for a meal and a movie and I told her that I wanted her to wear a skirt or dress, no bra, panties, or hose. When I picked her up she said she had a surprise for me. She showed me stockings and a garter belt because she said her legs were too white. I said ok and she put them on for me and of course that got my 18 year wood stiff. Since we were the only ones at her house I told her that I wanted sex then. She agreed and started to undress and I told her to just bend over the couch arm and I ... Read More»

I have been working as a mechanic at Meineke Car Car since graduating from high school. The hours aren''t bad, the work is steady so I don’t get bored, and at the end of the day, I punch my timecard, straddle my vintage restored Harley and cruise on over through the Colorado mountains to my next job. My night time job is the one I want to tell you about. I don’t just supplement my income with this shit; this is the icing on the cake! When I started living with my two male roommates—they’re both 21 like me—I noticed that they always had a lot of nice-smelling, older manicured women over. I asked the guys what the hell was going on. “Oh, Ryan,” Tony said and smiled mischievously at Rob. “We don’t know if we should let you in our little secret.” Rob ... Read More»

It had been a long day, and a frustrating one. As representative for a major Information Technology group in the Research Triangle of North Carolina, my job took me all over the eastern US with great frequency. By 9pm this particular evening, I had arrived home four hours late after having been diverted twice, I was tired and ready for a hot bath, a cold drink and some relaxation. I smelled the strawberrys-and-cream scent that Gloria favored as soon as I opened the door. The odor brought a smile to my face. Gloria often left little surprises for me to find whenever she knew I was on my way home. I had called her from Chicago much earlier in the day, letting her know that I had once again been rerouted by the airline. "I'm sorry, baby. I know you wanted ... Read More»

His thick, wet lips left my own and he began to kiss my chin, my jaw and my neck. He didn’t even bother to take my bra off, he just tugged it down as he sank lower to suck in one, tiny, pink nipple. I caught my breath and bit my lip and struggled to free my arms from my clinging blouse and unsnap the bra so it too could fall away with my top and the skirt he now had pulled down into a tangled snare at my knees as his curly dark hair tickled my tummy above my panty line. I ground my ass into the wall of the hotel room and succumbed to the frightening fantasy that I was being eaten alive by some dark animal, in a strange hotel and that no one would ever find me or know what had become of me, not my sons or my husband, not even the blank pages of my journal ... Read More»

Dedication: I note that many authors dedicate a story to or for someone. I'd like to dedicate this story to Pogy who is in the next dimension. Without Pogy, none of this would probably have ever happened; Pogy gave his life in Viet Nam. Preface: As I write, I'm a white 50 something married female. What I'm about to relate below is NOT fiction, it is non-fiction and happened quite sometime ago, when I was in High School. I don't consider myself to me much of a writer but if enough folks like this first installment there are a couple of more events which happened that I could relate. About the Author ( me ): I was born and raised in Erie, PA. My family was very middle class. I attended Catholic grade school, high school, and college in the Erie area. ... Read More»

I sure had a wild time at the poker game and it was something I never expected. After we talked about it, I was clear that our friends did not think any less of me and that they had a great time too. Cheryl and I were lying in bed, in our matching panties, the following night, just kind of snuggling and talking about it when she reached down and started caressing my cock through my panties. "I really loved watching you suck Bob's cock," Cherly says, "I hope you're going to give a repeat performance. Maybe you'll let me see you do Pete next." "Don't count on it," I said "It was fun one time, but I'm not gay. I like women." "I know you're not gay but you can be bi. What's wrong with that? I think it's hot. My pussy was sloppy wet watching the action." ... Read More»

Claire was having mixed feelings as she headed out of the office door, finished for the day. On the one hand, she did not want to leave, but stay close to her boss, with whom she was maddeningly, tempestuously, impetuously infatuated. On the other, she was shy and did not know how to do deal with her unrequited lust. After all, she had no idea if her boss, a most amazingly beautiful ebony statuesque lady, even knew she existed. Yet, night after night, Claire would find herself in bed, alone, imagining herself to be at the beck and call of her employer, doing any and everything to please her, and in pleasing her, she would achieve her own orgasm by her own hand. What disturbed Claire most about these nocturnal fantasies was the fact that these portrayed in her ... Read More»

Gail swung the door open and allowed me to step into the room. It was smallish but well equipped from what I could see at a glance. The floor was covered in a thick sort of rubber matting, and in one corner of the room four straps were set, obviously for pinning a slave down on the rubber. A long leather couch was pushed against one wall, a comfy looking easy chair was in a corner. A table on another wall had a large array of implements, obviously used to punish the slave. I had absolutely no idea how some of them would be used, but several looked very devious, indeed. But that only took a quick glance, because my interest was grabbed by Rufus, who was kneeling naked in the center of the room, his knees quite wide apart, his hands behind him, grasping his ... Read More»

"Imagine what we could be doing if we moved up to Washington. Think of the commissions up there, Hal." Hal turned from the window and looked over to his younger, half brother, Jimmy, as he sat at his workbench in the studio, glazing a frame to go perfectly with the landscape acrylic Hal had completed not more than two hours earlier. A lump rose in Hal's throat. He'd been gazing out of the window, down toward the tenant cottage along the river bank because he couldn't bear to look at Jimmy in the late afternoon light beaming down on his unruly, curly blond head from the skylight—giving him a halo by bounding off the dust particles floating in the air and bringing out flecks of gold in the young man's hair. Jimmy was an angel. And he made Hal feel like ... Read More»

I was dressing when I heard a new e-mail arriving. "You're hot as hell on Shemale Cam Tube", he wrote, "Wanna meet me 4 lunch? Promise to be a gentleman!" It was cute, especially coming from such a skinny guy. I'm a big girl - over six feet, with strong legs and huge breasts which could barely be contained by my E-cup bra, plus I had a big cock stuffed in my lace panties - but I really liked skinny, scrawny guys with nerd-like charm. I know that shemales like myself usually go for bigger and stronger guys, but I was really into geeks which were, for some strange reason, inexplicably drawn to me like a moth to the flame. A few of my videos at Shemale Cam Tube secured a rather steady flow of guys interested in me, and I gladly decided to have lunch with this ... Read More»

Dear Sir, It's been so long since I heard from you; I almost didn't think you'd write again. It made me nervous when I finally got your package, but now I'm sure that's what you wanted. I was so relieved to see that my last report had pleased you so much. I thought perhaps our game was over, and I almost wanted it to be over when I read your instructions. It frightened me, but I was so glad to have them that I would have done anything you asked. I'm still scared. I can't help but wonder if the mailman knows. I never believed I would enjoy humiliation, but you've taught me differently. When I opened your package and the plug fell out, I laughed out loud. It was three days before I could bring myself to try it, and as you ordered, I brought myself just short ... Read More»

“Get off me!” David struggled and yelled. “Let go!” Me and Sam didn’t let go, we were fucking with our nerdy roomie. David was one of those dweeb types that just got on my nerves. He bothered me by not bothering me, you know what I mean? Any fucking way, me and Sam had been sitting watching the tube drinking a few beers, when David walked in. He wasn’t a full fledged nerd, no pocket protector, but he was close. He came in, not a hair out of place, carrying a knap sack. Sam grabbed the knap sack from the surprised David and tossed it to me. David said, “Give it back!” and came towards me. I grinned and tossed the sack back to Sam. Yeah, kid stuff, I know, but fuck, the beer had me and Sam feeling good. And, it’s fun fucking with a dweeb! David was ... Read More»