A QUICKIE WITH THE MARRIED BRIDESMAID -3"You don't tell me what to do, you cheating whore!"His curse words seemed to turn her on. She was a cheating whore! That was all she could ever be!His tongue ran over her pussy, flicking up and down as she wriggled her ass on the table.With every contact he made with her core, she was sure that she was definitely one step away from losing her sanity.Nothing made sense to her anymore.All she wanted was to feel his hardness pound away inside her. He increased the pace of the movement of his tongue on her and soon, her entire body began to shudder.Jake sensed what was about to happen.She was going to cum, and he couldn't allow that. Not until he taught her a lesson for cheating on her husband. He wanted to own her pussy while her juices dripped out.She began to shake as she felt herself approach a high climax. Jake stood up abruptly."Now, it's time to get what you deserve! But before that...I need you to beg for it." He growled.Her eyes
(Samantha, a sexy Asian girl is tied up at a beach.)Samantha heard the sound of her phone vibrating in the sand. Kind of hard to answer the phone when you can't move your arms. Even if they weren't tied behind her back to the chair that she sat in, it'd be impossible to say anything through the tape wrapped around her mouth."How does it feel? Are you comfortable?" Jason asked even though the look on his face suggested that he knew the answer. She felt the sand in her toes. That was the only comfortable part about it."Uh...!" Samantha moaned. She felt the ropes holding her legs together and she desperately wanted them apart.They had become much tanner after a few days in the tropical sunshine.Honeymoons are normally relaxing. They aren't supposed to be terrifying."Good." Jason seemed pleased by his handiwork. "I'm gonna be right back. I want to get coffee first. Don't go anywhere, Sam." He seemed delighted. They had dragged the chair onto the beach. Jason said it'd be fun.She c
"You're pretty good at this game." She took it as a yes. "Is it something that you'd find in a chest of sex toys?" "Yes." She couldn't see his face, but his hands were olive-colored. She guessed he might have been Persian. She tried to pretend like it didn't bother her when the hands went down to her thighs and grabbed the sides of her ass. "Is it something that you would use to stimulate a male?" The hands stopped moving. They came off of her. Thank God. Then she nearly screamed her head off when she saw the pocket knife. He cut her bikini top off with it. The remains of the bikini top were pulled off of her breasts. She was powerless to stop it. "No. No, please." She felt his cock on her shoulder. He had unzipped himself, and it rested on her shoulder like a warm, throbbing parrot. She felt it slide, and the moist tip of it kissed the side of her neck. "Forgot to mention. Every 'no' will cost you the removal of a garment. And you only have one left." She
Sabrina waited nervously in the reception area. The lovely young woman kept fidgeting with her long auburn hair and smoothing her pale blue sundress. She'd been building up the courage to make this appointment. Now, she had to keep focused on the reason she was here. The 27-year-old wife wanted to be a better lover. Even before her marriage five years ago, Sabrina realized she was inexperienced sexually. She loved her husband dearly and wanted desperately to please him—and herself—in bed. But her puritanical upbringing and somewhat sheltered social life had left her almost naive about sex. The problem was variety and experimentation. She had been raised with the idea that making love simply meant intercourse in the missionary position. Of course, now she had been married long enough to know that there were other "flavors" to sample in the bedroom's candy store. But she just could not let go of her inhibitions enough to enjoy them. Her husband was patient and never tried to
"I guess when I feel completely relaxed and not worried about anything," she admitted. "What kinds of things do you worry about during sex, Sabrina? Do you worry about reaching orgasm?" "No, well... sometimes, maybe," she said, as the butterflies took flight again in her belly. She unconsciously raised her knees slightly off the couch. "You do have orgasms, don't you?" "Yes..." she said softly. "Are your orgasms better when you are having sex with your husband, or when you masturbate?" Sabrina couldn't help opening her eyes slightly and glancing at him. "Um, probably when I masturbate..." she whispered, feeling ashamed. "Did someone tell you that masturbation is wrong? Did someone tell you that sex is dirty—especially oral sex?" "Yes, my parents. People at church," she admitted. "Can you have multiple orgasms?" "I guess. I mean, I think so," she answered, as if the question caught her off guard. "Good. Close your eyes again," the doctor said softly as he carefu
He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his tongue deeper to taste the sweet nectar waiting. Hearing her gasp with approval above him, the doctor spread her glistening p*ssy lips open with his fingers while he lapped at her with fury, letting her luscious taste wash over his palate. Sabrina gripped and clutched the cushion of the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved slowly on her, almost teasing her by not hurrying. She could feel the little button at the center of her sex throbbing and pulsing, aching for his touch. Finally, he gave in to her need and swiped his probing tongue directly over the pearl. Skyrockets went off in her head, and her entire body went rigid against him. Dr. Burrows was also enduring carnal rushes of desire. His cock was fighting for room in his pants and needed release. While one hand continued to hold the writhing woman pinned down and spread open, his other hand deftly removed his shoes and soc
If you were to ask anyone to describe me, they would say workaholic. If I'm not working out at the gym or at home, you will find me at school where I am either teaching writing or writing myself. That is how I roll! Some people ask if I plan to ever get married or have children, which I find to be incredibly sexist since I am a woman. What is wrong with a female putting her career ahead of some frivolous fling that statistically will not work out? Besides, I teach children for a living; I see what happens when people reproduce. As I was saying, I work a lot. Therefore, it was no big surprise when I contacted the administrators in my district requesting some recommendations of teachers. I wanted to interview a variety of educators for my latest research study. As I plowed through the names and their credentials, I created a list of seven educators. Some of the names were familiar while others were not. I was looking forward to starting a new project. In the meantime, I continued
When we left the diner, we hugged goodbye and promised to keep in touch on a social level. Wren gave me a quick peck on the cheek, which surprised me. I assumed she was being friendly, but over the last hour my body parts were seriously screaming otherwise. When I got home that night, I was freakishly horny. Instead of working, I decided to pull up some porn on my phone. As I watched a video, I began to rub the outside of my pussy. Even though my girl parts are rarely social, I like to trim down there. My skin was soft and swollen. Clearly, Wren had an effect on me. After a few minutes of teasing myself, I separated my lips with my middle finger. I stuck my finger inside of my opening, for its wetness served as lubricant. Then I brought it up to my clit and began to move circles around the knot of nerves. I brought my legs up and bent my knees, so I could get better access to myself. I used my index finger and middle finger to rub my clit. As I watched two girls scissor
It had been a long day, but I had told my boss that I would drive past North Head campground on the way back to the depot to check on reports of vandalism. The track into North Head was pretty rough, as it hadn’t been graded since the recent storms, so I wasn’t expecting too many campers to be there. It was one of my favorite campsites on the coast, with a short walk to a sheltered beach and several easy walks through the surrounding forest and along the cliff line overlooking the ocean.I parked in the day-use area just as the sun was setting and walked up to the campground, looking for the reported vandalism on the toilet block. It was still warm, probably around the mid-thirties, and I felt myself starting to sweat slightly after stepping out of the air-conditioned vehicle.There were some new anti-logging posters, which I chose to ignore, and some idiot had drawn a crude sketch in one of the stalls. A clean-up job for another day.The campsites were well-spaced and separated from
Two young mums ride the swimming coach"Damn," She said, just before she leaned forward and took me in her hand and stroked me firmly for a while before taking me in her mouth and running her tongue around my tip."Mmmm, pûssy and cûm flavoured cóck," she commented before taking half my length in her mouth.She kept up a steady rhythm with her hand and mouth until I was fully erect again. Then she shuffled forward up my legs until she was positioned over my cóck.Using her hand to guide me, she lowered herself onto my cóck.Her pûssy felt tighter than Heather's and she lowered and raised herself three or four times, taking more of my cóck into her each time, and sighing louder each time, until she was completely impaled.I started to thrust up into her but she ordered me to stop. She wanted to control this.I was torn between watching my cóck disappear into her body, and watching her face, which was lost in lust. She was riding me, but I could have been anyone.To her, I was a conveni
TWO YOUNG MUMS RIDE THE SWIMMING COACH"Fucckkk" I cursed softly underneath my breath. I felt like I was in a porn movie, with two beautiful, older women pleasuring me with their mouths."You’ve just come in my mouth, but you haven’t said two words since you arrived," complained Kiera as she stood up."Thank you," I mumbled.They both laughed."How about a compliment? Or how about, 'That was the most amazing experience of my life,' or 'Fûck, your mouth felt good,' or 'I really need to fûck someone now,'" suggested Heather."That was the most amazing experience of my life, and now I really need to fûck someone," I told them"I want to watch you and Heather fûck," said Kiera. "I want to get myself off while I watch."Heather took me by the hand and led me to the bed. She was still wearing the short summer dress, unbuttoned to her belly. One breast had slipped out, and I saw that her nipple was hard and prominent. I drew her to me and we kissed. I started to push the thin straps off he
Mrs Gregory pushed me towards the edge of the bed."You have to be gone, I have to pick up Cassie in fifteen minutes," she explained.I teach swimming in backyard pools during uni holidays, and Mrs Gregory"s daughter was in one of my classes.The other mums in the class had been encouraging her to start dating again after her divorce, and one thing led to another and she had decided that the twenty year old swimming teacher would be a good way to reintroduce herself to the wild world of dating for a mid-thirties mum."I'm sorry, but I can't see you on Saturday now, Kelly's mum has asked me for a private lesson, to work on her breathing, and I really need the money," I apologised.Mrs Gregory seemed to think for a minute."Kelly won't be there, she is at an all day birthday party, Cassie is going too. They're going out on the harbour for the day on Sally and Pete's boat."I must have looked a bit confused as I continued getting dressed, looking down at Mrs Gregory who was still naked a
SIBLINGS BOND BEFORE CHRISTMAS -3"Are you sure this is what you want, Becca? There's no going back after this," Jon cautioned, needing to make sure she was fully aware of what she was about to do."I'm sure, please!" Becca nearly whined as she rubbed herself against his hand.Jon took her mouth again, kissing her passionately as he teased her through her panties. He moved his head down, capturing one of her nipples. He flicked it with his tongue until he had her whimpering, then he moved to the other one to do the same thing. He kissed and licked his way down her flat stomach, pulling back once he was kneeling in front of her. He pressed a kiss right above her panties, looking up at her as he gripped the fabric with his teeth. He began tugging them down, watching how her eyes darkened with passion. Once the panties were removed, he kissed his way back up her legs and across her bare mound. He slipped his tongue between her lips quickly before pulling away. That little taste of her w
SIBLINGS BOND BEFORE CHRISTMAS -2 She held onto him as he slowly stood up, walking next to the tree. Becca leaned forward, placing the star on top and clapping her hands. "Yay! It's perfect!" she exclaimed. Jon smiled at his sister's joy, but he couldn't stop his mind from drifting. He wished he could turn his head and nuzzle her warm thigh. That thought set off an alarm in his head, making him realize just how close he was to losing control. "Did you say something?" Becca asked, leaning forward to look down at him. He felt panic rising, struggling to keep his breathing even. He hadn't even realized he'd made a sound. "Uh, no, I didn't say anything. Time to get down before you break me," he said, trying to soothe his ragged nerves by cracking a joke. "You're such a brat," she teased, squealing as he tipped her backward onto the couch. She landed hard, sprawling out. Jon turned around to see her like that, and he knew he had to get out of there for a minute. He ran up to
Becca bounced around the house happily, excited to decorate for her favorite holiday. Christmas was about a month away, but it was tradition to start decorating the day after Thanksgiving.When her older brother called earlier to say he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the weekend, Becca felt disappointed. They had always decorated the house together, including the porch. She shook her head, plastering a cheery smile on her face. There was no way her brother would want her to waste valuable decorating time being sad about his absence. Standing in the center of the living room, she surveyed the area, making plans in her head. She didn’t even notice her mother come up behind her until she was poked in the side. Spinning around, she clutched her chest, looking up into her mother’s amused face. “Mom, do you want to give me a heart attack?!” “A bit dramatic, don’t you think, dear?” her mom replied, patting her shoulder before glancing around the room. “I’m surprised you haven’t
HEARTBROKEN BEFORE CHRISTMAS -4She pushes my head slowly and I give her what she wants, swirling my tongue over her nipples before departing with a bite I know she'll feel. She squeals, then brightens with a grin when I look up to meet her gaze.'You don't need any encouragement do you?' she says.'Like you said, it's easy when your motivated.'I scoot back against the headboard and carry her with me, making sure to enjoy a firm squeeze of her arse. Her expression tells me she enjoyed it too, and she leans in for another kiss while rubbing her pussy on the underside of my cock.I could cum from the sensation alone. I haven't had sex since Kelly left, and it wasn't exactly a priority in our last few months together.Having Dawn's closeness and warmth, her talented lips and supple body, is more than enough on its own.She reaches down and lowers herself onto me with sensuous ease. There's more to appreciate without the drunken fog, and we rock our hips amid a leisurely kiss, enjoying t
Heartbroken before Christmas -3'Do you live by yourself?''Yeah, why?''Your place looks like it's had a woman's touch--the figurines, the cushions, the pictures. Not that I'm questioning your taste, I just wondered.'I can't help but chuckle. I'm so used to having this stuff around, I had no idea that's how it would be perceived. 'It's my ex's stuff.''Oh. Do you keep it because you miss her?'I choke a little, almost spitting out a mouthful of drink.'Sorry,' Dawn says quickly. 'Too personal--sometimes I have no filter.''It's alright. I don't really miss her; maybe I miss an idealised version of her sometimes. We were engaged but...obviously it didn't work out. We were supposed to get married yesterday.''You're kidding.'I take a much-needed swig. 'Nope.''I'm so sorry. Do you mind if I ask what happened?'I take a deep breath and puff out my cheeks. It's not something I want to drag up, but maybe talking about it will be cathartic. 'There's not much to tell. We were together for