CONTINUATION: ENTERTAINING HER HUSBAND'S BOSS "Dinner's almost ready," she said louder. "Make the drinks and keep our guest company while I finish up."With a groan Phil walked to a cabinet to retrieve two glasses, added ice, and poured in some bourbon. He took the drinks back to the living room with a final look at his wife."Here's your drink," she heard him say, "Oh, and let me take your coat. And have a seat wherever you want.""Well, let me say hello to Fiona first," Tim said.Fiona was dropping the spaghetti into the boiling water when she heard Tim walk across the living room and into the dining area that was separated from the kitchen by the short part of the L-shaped counters. He leaned forward and just looked at her for a few seconds.Fiona didn't say anything as she added salt to the pasta and put on the pot lid, then turned to him."Hi, Fiona," he finally said, a big smile on his lips."Hi, Dean McLaughlin," she said."Oh, just call me Tim," he said."All right, Tim, how
Continuation: Entertaining her husband's boss "Just thought I'd come in and talk to you," he replied. He glanced back into the living room. "I think Phil has run out of conversation.".She followed his gaze and saw her husband slouched in his favorite chair, head tilted to the side, mouth slightly open, snoring.She smiled softly. He looked so peaceful, though it was a scene she'd seen countless times before. "Sorry about that," she said, turning back to Tim. "He works long hours. Well, you know that already." "Yeah, I do," he said with a knowing smirk. Tim swirled the ice in his glass before taking a long drink and setting the glass down on the counter. He leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping to something lower, almost conspiratorial. "If I were him, I wouldn't work such long hours, leaving a beautiful wife like you alone." She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a half-smile. "I’m not alone that much. I work too, you know." He gave a slight shrug, his
Continuation: Entertaining her husband's boss With a few slow, deliberate strokes he kept sliding further and further into her, until his pelvis met her butt and she felt her pussy stretched and filled by his cock, wonderfully stretched and filled.She gripped him tightly, not wanting to let him go, wanting him deep inside of her."Oh god," he groaned, holding still, his hands holding her waist tightly, her dress draped over his wrists, so he could see her bare firm ass and his solid erection disappearing inside of her.He trembled at just the sight of the penetration and the feel of her tight pussy was making him want to come already. He sighed and tilted his head back, letting himself calm down.Fiona didn't move, feeling him on the edge, and just waited for him to regain control and move again. She looked back over her shoulder at him, tossing her hair to the side.His face was intense with concentration, looking down at their joining. He looked up at her, met her gaze, and his fa
Continuation: Entertaining her husband's boss*****He slid his cock from her hand and pushed into her again, making her throw her head back and grunt. He started fucking her hard and fast, but she put a hand behind her and on his stomach."Not like this anymore," she pleaded. "I can't stand up anymore.""Okay," he said.Then, without hesitation he put his hands on her waist and turned her around facing him and lifted her up onto the counter. She put her hands behind her onto the counter to hold herself up as he moved between her legs, shoving her dress up to her waist. He pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and then looking down, he watched as he slid back into her easily and smoothly, the counter at a perfect height.She spread her legs around him and he laid his hands on her thighs as he thrust in and out of her, pulling out until the head started to emerge than shoving back into her, threatening to pushing her further onto the counter so she had to hold herself up to the
Continuation: Entertaining her husband's bossFiona almost reached out to pull him back against her as he stepped back, but was too tired to move. His cock slid from her and semen spilled out of her, running down her pussy and butt, and then dripping onto the floor."Oh damn," he said, looking at trail of semen leaking out of her."Just get me some paper towels, please," she said, pointing to the roll of paper towels by the sink.Tim walked across the kitchen, tore off some paper towels, and came back to her, his cock hanging out of the fly of his pants, no longer hard, but not completely soft. He handed her the paper towels and she held them between her legs with one hand while she offered her other hand to him."Help me off here?" she asked.He took her hand in one hand and her waist in the other and brought her down off the counter to her feet. Her dress slid back down over her arm between her legs and she felt foolish standing in the kitchen like that, but decided to not care.Tim
(This story has gay themes. Kindly skip if this might trigger you)——Elijah and I only barely caught each other's eyes as we 'sup' nodded each other. This was gonna be so damn awkward. We avoided being too near each other, tuning into a different conversation if someone invited us in.The beer was helping though. After a couple he even sat next to me and I didn't feel the need to jump away immediately. He nudged my knee."You good?" He asked. I smiled at him."Yeah man. You?""Yeah." He cleared his throat and glanced around the bar."So do we talk about it?" He murmured. I burst out laughing. He's such an idiot."No!" I said. "God no! And here?!" I nodded towards our friends and he grinned goofily."Aight." He said. "So, you hired a new barista yet?""Na, no ones looking." I sighed. "We're paying an insane rate as well. $27 an hour, that's unheard of but still- no one biting.""I'll keep my ears peeled." He said."You don't want to come back?""And work for you?""Guess so?""Na, I c
CONTINUATION: My bestfriend asks me to suck his dîck. I do. "Yeah but that's YOUR dîck." I said slowly. My body was kinda betraying me though."So? You want it, or at least part of you does." He looked pointedly at my own somewhat noticeable bulge. "I want it too... I mean... it doesn't matter right?" I bit my lip. Probably a bad idea? But I did want it. We both did. Maybe we could make this work."I mean... Ok." I stuttered. Elijah grinned and sat back triumphantly, spreading his legs and looking at me.And in spite of my misgivings, damn! I was so horny. He was so hard.I slowly slipped off the couch and nestled between his legs. He moaned as he looked at me."Yeah." He whispered. "Take it out." I reached for his trousers and slowly undid them. His voice was sending me straight to wanting to submit, wanting to make him feel good, wanting to be there at his feet, serving him. I shuffled his pants down and gently released his cock. I moaned as I took it out, and he moaned as I moaned
CONTINUATION: My bestfriend wants me to suck his dick.*********"You're so hot." He whispered. "You are magic." I laughed."I always told you guys are better.""I don't know about guys." He said. "But you..." He reached for my dick, which was hard and leaking, and it took a lot of willpower but I batted him away. He pouted at me. "Not fair." He said. "You helped me, I help you.""Trust me." I sighed. "You don't owe me shit. I get off on what you're doing.""You didn't finish." He said flatly. "And I have a reputation to uphold, so let me take care of you." I glanced at him.His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me to sit on his lap properly. He looked at me... softly.He stroked my cheek. "I did something wrong." He said quietly. He phrased it almost as a question as he looked at me. I shrugged."Not wrong." I swallowed. "Just uh... this arrangement with other guys is usually less um... kissy and touchy afterwards." I laughed."Maybe... if we're gonna keep doing this, we should ta
HOW I FÛCKED MY BESTFRIEND'S MOTHER (5)I let out a low grunt. Then, I whimpered softly as she ran a finger on the tip of my dripping cóck head which felt like a raw nerve. Fuckkkk!It felt crazy that I was in this position with Marks mother when he laid next to me, deeply asleep. What if he woke up? I wondered. But I didn't wonder for too long because I soon began to squirm in the bed, moaning as she ran her hand across it."Let's get it nice and wet." She whispered.She began to stroke it again and it felt even better as her hand slid along my now slick cóck."Do you feel good, baby?""Hmm-mm" I groaned into her palm."It sure feels could, but can you jerk yourself off?"Before I could say anything in response, she let go of my cóck and rose to her feet. My heart raced. Then, she shot a quick glance at Mark before she lifted the sheet up, keeping her hand over my face. Next, she leaned over the bed and put her face over my cóck as her mouth opened wide before it. My eyes felt li
How I Fûcked my Bestfriend's mother. (4)••••••"Damn it." I said softly."Because I will, I'll get on my knees and blow your cóck the way those girls at school haven't learned how to yet. You ready for that Steven, you ready to fûck a real woman?"Was this really happening? A part of me was waiting to wake up in the small twin bed Mark had set up for me in his room with a raging hard on. Another nasty dream about Melanie, the red hot milf. But her hand in my hair felt real and so did her hot breath on my neck."I've been waiting for you Steven. I told myself that the next time I saw you, I would do what I wanted to do last year. Well, here you are in my house, looking damn good, better than ever. Honey, I want to take you for a long hard ride. That is if you want to?"Her lips pressed against my neck and I heard a pathetic whimpering sound and blushed when I realized it was coming from me."Ohh, I like that." She purred, "That just from a kiss? What are you going to sound like when
(How I Fûcked my Bestfriend's mother -3)LATER THAT EVENING"Fuck!" Mark yelled, "Watch out for that...""Goddamn it!" I exclaimed while watching our guys get blown up in their jeep, "How the hell did he still have anything left in that tank?""Maybe he found ammo." He sighed, disgustedly putting his controller down and taking a swig of Mountain Dew, "That's the third time these idiots beat us.""No, kidding, what the hell are they, professional mercenaries?" I removed my headset not caring if the clowns we were playing heard me or not."Nah, he said they just have no lives." Mark laughed listening to them talk on his headset, "They want to know if we want to play together with them in a four on four.""Yeahh, sure." I said, "But I need to take a leak and give my eyes a couple of minutes off.""Sure, just give us a few." Mark said, then leaning back in the old car seat he had gotten at the scrap yard and used as a gaming chair. Then, he started playing a solo game."Man, don't you eve
HOW I FÛCKED MY BESTFRIEND'S MOTHER (2)I remembered countless nights of sleeping over, sitting on the floor of the living room, watching movies or playing video games while sneaking furtive glances at Melanie. She would lie on the couch, either watching TV with us or reading.She never dressed provocatively, but she had no issue wearing shorts that emphasized the word short or the little dresses she wore when she went to sit by the beach—dresses she would often leave on when she came home.Melanie was a dance instructor and had the legs to prove it. My eyes would run up and down those legs, imagining my tongue doing the same. At night, when I knew Mark was asleep, I would slip into the bathroom and jerk off, thinking about those legs—as well as her lips—wrapped around me.I hadn't seen Melanie in nearly a year. While at school, my fantasies had shifted to the numerous hot young coeds I saw every day. But after less than five minutes of staring at her ass, I was reminded why she had
(A young man has a late night encounter with his bestfriend's mother)I was nineteen years old. A legal adult. I’d survived a year of college two thousand miles away, managed my own schedule, did my own laundry, and didn’t starve to death. And yet, according to my parents, I still couldn’t be trusted to stay home alone for two damn weeks. Ridiculous. With an annoyed sigh, I stuffed the last of my clothes into the suitcase and yanked the zipper shut. My smaller bag—packed with essentials like my iPod, Samsung tablet, and a couple of books—sat next to it, mocking me. Two weeks of exile at my grandparents’ house. Two weeks of early dinners, nosy questions, and no freedom. And for what? Because my parents thought I’d throw a massive house party the second they left for their cruise? Like I had an endless supply of girls just waiting to flood through the front door? Please. I hadn’t even been back long enough to reconnect with anyone. Chelsea and I had broken up two months before t
Have you ever been fucked in the most random place ever?If so, then let me tell you a quick story of how I became the personal slut for my colleague at college.Don't judge me!******(This morning)So, we have 15 minutes between classes, but he's persistent.He grabs my hand and pulls me into the men's room on the third floor of the physics building."This is crazy," I whisper, my heart pounding. "We're gonna get caught!""Nobody ever comes up here," he murmurs, his lips already dangerously close to mine. "Besides, I know you want it..."He knows I'm a horny little slut. Fuckkk. He knew I wanted his cock in me.Our backpacks hit the floor. He pins me against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine, his tongue teasing, demanding. He knows I like it rough. He knows every little trick to drive me insane.I can feel the hard line of his cóck through his jeans as he grinds against me.He grabs my butt and my tîts, teasing my nîpples through my tee shirt.He takes my hair out of my ponytai
Fucked by the sperm donor (6)Andrew cupped her breasts, his gaze dark with hunger. They were just as he had imagined—full and soft, with stiff pink nipples that stood like tiny pencil erasers, begging for his attention.Lily gasped as Andrew's lips found her skin, his slow assault beginning with teasing kisses and firm strokes. Her body tingled, anticipation curling in her belly as she looked down at his dark lips enveloping her sensitive peaks.Andrew enjoyed playing with his prey. He was experienced—his body count easily exceeded a hundred women—but Lily, of course, didn’t know that. His health checks were all clear, not that she thought to ask.He had a thing for white women, and the thought of planting his seed inside this loving wife made his blood rush south. Still, he knew he had to pace himself, to hold back and be respectful—at least for now."Sorry," he murmured against her skin. "This will be a lot easier if we're both turned on."Lily bit her lip. She was nervous, but her
Lily fucks the sperm donor (5)The drive to Andrew’s apartment passed in a blur. Lily’s mind raced, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. Janine, full of energy, tried to keep things light.“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this! It’s going to be wild.”“Yeah, wild,” Lily echoed, her heart pounding. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t get too crazy.”Janine laughed and nudged her. “You’ll be fine. You’re in control.”When they arrived, Janine led the way. They rode the elevator in silence, tension thick between them. As they reached Andrew’s floor, Janine turned to Lily, her expression serious.“I’ll be in the living room. Knock if you need anything. You got this, Lil.”Lily nodded, took a deep breath, and walked to Andrew’s door. Her nerves fluttered as she knocked. A moment later, the door swung open. Andrew stood there in a fitted T-shirt and jeans, his dark hair slightly messy, a warm smile on his face.“Lily,” he greeted, stepping aside. “Great to finally meet you.”“Hi, Andrew.” She
Lily fucks the sperm donor (4)“Of course,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed. “What’s up?”Lily took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “You remember how we talked about alternative options? Well... Janine and I discussed something that might help us.”David’s expression shifted, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flashing across his face. “What do you mean? Did you find another doctor?”“No, it’s not about a doctor,” she began, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s about a donor.”“A donor?” he echoed, his voice edged with confusion. “What do you mean?”“Janine has a friend,” she explained carefully, pulling her phone back into her lap and scrolling to the photos. “His name is Andrew. He’s successful, healthy, and... well, he’s quite attractive.”Lily hesitated, watching David’s brow furrow deeper as she pulled up the pictures. “He’s a stockbroker, and I thought you might want to see for yourself.”She held her phone out to him, and David took it, his eyes scannin