STUCK AT MY CLIENT'S HOUSE (5)He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them.I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my breasts and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts."Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Kyle was born."I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. "My wife..." he started to say.I kissed him quickly and giggled again. "You don't need to explain," I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again."So good..."he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned.After a moment he reached dow
STUCK AT MY CLIENT'S HOUSE (6)I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. "God, yes!" I gasped, feeling the pressure build inside me.My breasts started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. "Your tits feel so perfect," he groaned, squeezing me gently.I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him. "Oh, don't stop!" I cried out, shuddering as he used his other hand to rub my clit.His cock filled me completely, moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole. I was close, so close, and I could tell he was too."Mr. Riley!" I gasped, my voice trembling as my hips bucked in response to his hands. He pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, sending me over the edge. I came with a loud, drawn-out moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me."That's it, baby!" he murmured, watching me intently. I rode my orgasm out before nearly collapsing on top of
A young lady craves the older guy who lives next door I slammed the door shut behind me as I walked into the house, back from work, the sound echoing through the empty hall. My chest felt tight with frustration, and I tossed my keys onto the counter harder than I meant to, the metal clanking loudly.Jason had called while I was driving home.“I can’t make it over tonight,” he’d said casually, as though it was no big deal. “Last-minute road trip with the guys. The team’s down a few players, so they asked me to fill in. I’ll be gone all weekend.”I’d gripped the steering wheel, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice as I replied, “Oh. Okay. Sure,” I’d said, trying to keep my voice steady. But inside, disappointment welled up, mixed with a flash of anger.After all, my parents were gone for the weekend—something that hardly ever happened. I’d spent the last couple of days planning every detail, imagining a quiet night with Jason, just the two of us. I’d even thought about taking
My pussy was wet, and had been fairly slick most of the day as I had thought about Jason, but I was too mad at him now.Mr. Davidson, on the other hand...I let one of my hands slide up my stomach and start to rub my breast through my shirt. I only had a thin bra on underneath my blouse, and I could feel my nipple poking through. I pinched it through the fabric and cried out softly.Most of the time, I didn't need to wear a bra -- my breasts were small and firm enough that you couldn't really tell in certain shirts - but I felt wrong going to work without one on.Still, they were sensitive, and even through the fabric, touching them was making me even wetter. I kept rubbing my nipple through my blouse as I lifted my skirt slightly, using a single finger to rub against my damp panties.They were so wet that I could feel the juices soaking through onto my finger, and I let myself touch my clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before I took my hand out of my skirt.I couldn't do
He was standing right beside my door, a shocked expression on his face, a white envelope in his hand. "Jesus, what are you doing here?!" I yelled. I felt my face flush, and I was pretty sure the rest of my body did, too. That was when I remembered the rest of my body was naked, and I shrieked again, using my hands in a lame attempt to cover myself. I was still holding the scissors, and I dropped them onto the floor."I forgot to give you one of the letters," he said, looking away from me. "I was just going to leave it on the counter but I heard you... umm... well, groan, and I thought you were hurt or sick, so I came down to..."I took a few steps back towards my room, trying to find a shirt, a skirt, anything to cover myself. I could see myself in the mirror, my face beet-red, and the colour trailing down my neck.My clothes were on the other side of my room, so I grabbed the blanket off my bed and covered myself with it."I... I was just... I didn't..." I stuttered as I walked b
"If you tell me, I'll touch myself for you," I told him, giggling a bit. "Were you watching me earlier? Did you like it? Were you thinking that I was too young for that sort of thing? I bet you were, and I bet you liked that.""Gina..." he said.I giggled again, grinning. "You just have to say it, Mr. D, then I'll let you watch me all you want. Come on, I know you want to.""I..." His jaw twitched a bit as he looked at me."Do you think about me when you touch yourself?" I asked again.He paused for a moment, and I could see him swallow. "Yes," he finally said.I flushed a bit, though not from embarrassment. "What do you think about?" I asked softly, just the thought of him stroking himself while he thought of me was sending little shocks through my body.He looked away from me."I think about you in those little shorts you wear when you're cutting the grass. The way you'r
I sighed softly as he touched me lightly, tracing his fingers along my slit and lips, his hand cupping my shaven mound.He curled up next to me, leaning down to press his lips against my breasts. I bit my lip as he kissed all around my nipple. He flicked his tongue against my nipple, twirling his tongue around it before he sucked gently.His hand was still rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers just moving against me, not pushing into my cunt. His motions were relaxing, though the attention he was paying to my breasts was making me wet all over again. I let my hand trail up to his hair, gently running my fingers through his hair as I tried to get his attention.He sucked my nipple a moment longer before he looked up at me. I bit my lip shyly. "Mr. D, will you kiss me?" I asked.He laughed softly, taking his hand away from my pussy and bringing it up to my breast, fondling me. "You're okay with kissing an old man like me, little gir
He laid next to me on the bed, kissing my neck as I recovered from my orgasm.I turned toward him, enjoying the feel of his lips on my neck, when I realised that he was still fully dressed.Not only that, but I had already had two orgasms, and I hadn't even touched him yet. It was strange to me -- Jason always demanded that I stroke his cock before he would touch me.I was so used to it that the fact that Mr. Davidson hadn't said anything yet was completely foreign to me -- the fact that he had put me before him was strange. As I realised it, I started to pull on Mr. Davidson's shirt, wanting to touch him, make him feel as good as he had made me feel.He kept kissing my neck, and I pulled his shirt up. He moved his lips away from me as I pulled it over his head, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close to him as soon as I had it off him.My breasts were pressed against his chest and I could feel my hard n
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