The redhead smiled, walked over to Victoria, bent down and said,"Taken away your free will.""Excuse me?" Victoria questioned, confused.The redhead said, matter-of-factly, "You will obey every command from," and she paused before stressing, "anyone."Victoria looked at her mystified as she stuttered, officially nervous, "W-w-why?""Are you kidding me?" the blonde interrupted. "Revenge, of course. Plus when today is over, we will have changed the world."Victoria was still perplexed as she tried to process all of this.The blonde continued, "Do you know the name Edna Parker?"Victoria racked her brain trying to place the name with a face. No matter how much she tried, no remembrance came. Finally, she answered, "Sorry, no I don't."The blonde's words spit out with deliberate disdain as she said, "I figured you wouldn't."The redhead asked, "Did you know there is a 'I hate Victoria Brace' website?""No," Victoria said, unbelievingly."Oh yes," the blonde said, "It has hundreds of memb
It still shocks me how I end up being pressed up against the bathroom door at the club almost every time I go. Maybe it isn't as shocking as I think… especially since I come onto the first somewhat decent-looking man I see.Am I desperate? Probably.Tonight at the club, I was just dancing with my girls as I usually started out the night. I was wearing a pink top with a jean skirt, already a few drinks down, when I saw a handsome man standing off to the side, a beer in hand, watching everyone dance. I continued to keep my gaze on him as I danced with my girls, waiting for the moment he made eye contact with me.When he finally made eye contact, I bit my lip, grabbing onto my friend. I turned myself around and started grinding on her, not breaking eye contact with the handsome man.He chuckled upon seeing my teasing as my friend grabbed onto my hips while we danced.It didn't take long for my friend to get tired and decide to get another drink. That’s when my confidence rose, and I wal
You know, when you work together with someone for a long time, you start to notice things about them. That's what happened with Sara and I.We worked in a TV studio, and we were the youngest staff there by a pretty good margin.I was a writer, creating scripts for the videos we produced, while Sara was a videographer, talented with a camera and an eye for what makes good video. We were creative and had to work on a multiple projects together.The whole idea of ever having sex with Sara never seriously crossed my mind until after a few years of working with her. I began to notice little details about her. She was obviously the type of woman I would love to fûck, and she had gorgeous blonde hair, a curvy shape, beautiful large tits and piercing blue eyes. She also had a sharp wit and keen sense of humor, which made working with her a blast. Yeah, that was definitely a dangerous combination for me.We were married to different people, and just about every day driving to and from shots,
Coworkers discover their lust for each other (2)I let out a low moan as she worked her mouth and hand rhythmically, up and down the shaft of my cock. As she continued, she tickled the sensitive area at the bottom of my cóck head with her tongue. And before long, I began to thrust into her mouth. My heart thumped with fury but I didn't give any damn!All i wanted mow was to enjoy every move she made. She reached out to gently caress my balls, squeezing them gently as she continued to suck on my cock. Before I could stop myself, I spread my legs as far open as the compact car seat would allow, giving her more access to my cock.My fingers quickly undid her bra, and her large breasts swung as she bobbed her head up and down. Damn!I was in for a shocking surprise. Sara had very large areolas that got all wrinkly when she was turned on, and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I cupped her ample breasts and rolled her hard nipples between my fingers with my right hand while I ran
"Shit," Craig muttered when he saw his mother's car in the driveway. What the hell was she doing home? Mom never left work early.He parked alongside her car and grabbing his camera bag took a moment to gather his resolve. Looking into the rearview mirror, he recited the words he'd spent the last two days telling himself he would say."No, mom, I'm not going to take any more pictures of you." He stared into his deep blue eyes, pretending he was meeting his mother's gaze. "It's not proper.""Proper?" he repeated, rolling his eyes. He sounded like grandma, but it was the right word. He shook his head. He could come up with better."Inappropriate!" Craig nodded in satisfaction. That sounded better. Now if he could just stick to his guns, he might be able to get his shit together and stop looking at his mother like she seemed to want him to.It sounded crazy, but each time his mother had asked him to 'practice' by taking pictures of her, Craig swore she was getting more improper. More tha
Well, Mom's face had not particularly aged, as well as her body. Her features were still smooth and soft, and her high cheek bones gave her a classic beauty that as a burgeoning photographer he knew as much sought after.Mom's eyelashes were long and natural, and her lips weren't just full, but so much so many of her friends had asked her if she used Botox. But like everything else on mom, from her large firm looking breasts, to her nails, curly hair, and tan, those blow job lips were all natural.Blow job lips. Along with cock tease was an expression no son should be using in context of his mother. In his defense though, how many sons' mothers were sexy as fuck like his was? With his eyes on his mother's perfectly formed lips, he couldn't help but go back to his original thought.This hot as hell position of hers seemed more like a pose than a natural way to fall asleep. Why would she fall asleep like this anyway? Mom usually did nap after a swim and some sun, but would shower first
TEMPTED BY MUM (3)"Nothing, I...I'm just touchy about not having anyone right now." He told her. "Britt dumping me still kind of burns and I don't have much time to date."Technically, he was telling the truth, it sucked being alone. In fact, a part of him wondered whether his issues with his mother stemmed from not having sex the last few months. But Britt had been a needy drama queen and he didn't necessarily miss her, although the sex had been fun."Sorry, Craig." Again, Mom seemed sincere. "That has to be frustrating; I mean guys your age have a lot of..." She paused, and the sly smile was back. "Energy.""Right." He nodded, hoping it was left at that."God knows it's been a few months for me too, but at least I have batteries.""Mom!" That was the last thing he needed, thinking of his mother masturbating."Hey, I'm not just your mom, I'm a woman too." She said. "A very attractive one." Craig pointed out. "Who gets asked out all the time so if you're lonely, its kind of on you."
Tempted by mum (4)The next pic he clicked on had the same pose as the earlier one.In this, Mom had stared into the camera with a look that screamed lust as she was bent over the desk, and Craig began to sweat at how much of her breasts were visible down the shirt. It was still making him uncomfortable, but in a different way.He zoomed on the picture, making her breasts larger and larger.When the picture was five times its normal size, it was still crystal clear and he could see her braless breasts, right down to the darker skin around her nipples.Mom had finished that shoot, by kicking off her heels and posing with her feet up on the back of the chair, and a final picture of her laying on her back, on the desk, the glasses off, and her nibbling on the ear piece.Craig had been glad it was over, but aside from feeling a little embarrassed at seeing his mother like that, nothing was really amiss. Until the next shoot. Mom had asked him to take some in her room, and he hadn't though
Brenda gets a tattoo and a cock (1)Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, tipping the bottle back until the last drop slid down her throat. The sun was slipping lower, painting the sky with streaks of deep orange and pink over the ocean. It was her sixth bottle, and the warm buzz in her veins had melted away any lingering tension.Dan reached into the toss-away cooler beside them, pulled out another bottle, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her with a lazy grin."Are you trying to get me drunk?" Brenda teased, her voice playful as she tossed her thick, glossy black curls over her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement, her full lips curving into a smile that showcased a perfect set of gleaming white teeth.Dan chuckled, but his gaze dipped—inevitably—to her chest.The sight never failed to captivate him. Her skin was smooth, a rich, warm brown that glowed under the golden rays of the setting sun. Her breasts—full, round, and straining against the too-tight
Lesbian Confessions (2)Emily's freckled face was hot and red as our kiss broke. With a big, goofy smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and led me into her house. "Time for the tour!"I chuckled and followed her inside. She'd sent me pictures of her new place when she first moved in, but seeing it in person was totally different. It was a big enough apartment for a college student and very modern. The way she decorated was symbolic of her own crazy style—the living room was a huge plethora of Egyptian statuettes and memorabilia, with a big black and purple couch in the center of the floor facing a television stand.Strewn across the walls were zombie posters, a big rainbow flag, and sheets of paper with segments of poems, drawings, and stories, which could also be found in random piles around the couch, along with comic books and Egyptian history magazines.The whole house smelled of incense.I inhaled deeply. "What scent is that?""Aphrodisiac," Emily smiled. "It's my favorite."Ho
There are moments in life that change you forever—when you stop being who the world expects you to be and start becoming who you really are. For me, that moment was when I fell in love with a girl.My name is Maxine Louise Hollowell. I am eighteen years old, and I’m in love with a girl.Coming out of the closet was both the most terrifying and the most enlightening event of my life. For the longest time, I thought something was off with the way my brain worked. Every time I had a "boyfriend," I felt so... wrong. There’s no other way to explain it. I felt wrong.I moved around a lot throughout my school years—five times, between two schools: Greenfield and Mayview. I think it was in Greenfield during my seventh-grade year that I had my first crush on a girl. Her name was Sammi, and she had the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. Her skin was naturally tan, her eyes were big and brown, her hair was black, and her body was voluptuous. I remember walking to lunch holding hands with her cou
My Sexy Cowgirl ties me up (2)She nodded with a smile. "I have some lube in the bedroom"I took the hint and placed my hands on her hips as we made our way into the room. I was fully ready to fuck her. Within minutes, I had applied the lube on my erect cóck and I was stroking it. She was still smiling as she laid on the bed and spread her legs wide before me. Her pussy glistened with wetness, and she licked her lower lip, eying me. "Ready to own this pussy, huh?" She cooed. I grinned, as I drew close to her and slowly thrust red my lubed fingers into her tight cunt. It was two at first, and I began to slowly twist and flick it, causing her to moan. This went on for a few minutes, and my fingers were fast becoming wet with her juices. Before she knew what was happening, I stopped and grabbed my throbbing cóck. Then, I pressed its head against her entrance. "Don't tease me, please" She begged. "Fuck me already!"She didn't have to ask twice because I was already thrusting my way
"I wish you were here," I murmured into the phone, gripping my bag tighter.Valerie’s soft sigh crackled through the speaker. "Me too."But she wasn’t. And as I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket, the weight of that absence settled in. It was Thursday. Just one more class stood between me and the weekend in town—a weekend I wanted to start with her beside me.Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she rode my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless...and the view was breathtaking.Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment where I could taste her and feel her warmth on my tongue.Reality struck, though—I had to present my design to the class that morning, and time was running out. It came down to either grabbing breakfast or taking care of the problem myself.The latter was my only choice because there was no way I was walking into the cafeteria with a
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (4)"Are you going to fuck Mommy, or what?" I demanded."Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right," he said, as he placed his hands firmly on my hips and began rogering me in earnest.I hadn't had a dick this big inside me since college, and I'd almost forgotten how good being fucked by a big cock could feel. My husband used to make me come back when I was married, although more times than not it was with his tongue, but this time, I could already feel an orgasm rising after just a few deep thrusts.I moaned after just over a minute of being fucked by my son, "Oh, yes, baby, give it to Mommy... give me all that dick.""Do you like it hard?" he asked. He was slamming into me now, his body colliding into mine with each stroke."I love it hard, son," I moaned. "Now fuck Mommy good! Fuck me just like you fuck all your other sluts!""You're volunteering to be my slut? To join my stable?" he asked, not slowing down at all in his relentless attack on my feve
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (3)He slid his dick back into my mouth, and I resumed bobbing like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming again, trying to ignore that he was my son, and to focus instead on his huge cock in my mouth.He answered, "She said that once you saw my cock now that I'm grown, it would only be a matter of time before you had to surrender to it."As I bobbed, my desire to give him a blow job consumed me. I couldn't help but think that was exactly something my sister would have said about me, and what I would have said about her, if I was being totally frank with myself."She also told me I could very easily have my own personal live-in Mommy pet," he added, his hands grasping both sides of my head.Those words were so shameful, yet... all I wanted was his cock in my mouth, and soon inside my long-neglected pussy."Do you want to become my Mommy pet?" he asked, pulling out of my mouth."What's gotten into you?" I asked, avoiding the question, and looking up
A Young Man enjoys Fûcking Older Women (2)"What are you sorry about?" I asked. "Having sex with almost every single one of my friends? For having sex in my house when I'm not home? For supplying women with opportunities to break their marriage vows?""Actually... just for you finding out," he admitted."Excuse me?" I asked, getting more pissed. ."They're the ones choosing to break their marriage vows, and that's entirely their choice," he shrugged, obviously not thinking it was a big deal to fuck married women. "That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock. God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come to me," he justified. "At least they do the first time, but then they're on my list.""That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock.God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come and proposition
It was Monday, April 1, 2025. I was working late and it was fast approaching evening when my son, Henry texted me:What time will you be getting home tonight?I looked up at the huge pile of work that still cluttered my desk, sighed, and responded: Likely a couple more hours. I'll order pizza for us before I head out.He responded: Sounds great. Love you.It was sweet that my eighteen-year-old son always texted 'love you' at the end of our conversations.I texted a response: Love you too.Then, I returned to my paperwork. Not even a minute later, I received another text from my son, this one was very different.It read: Need cock?My eyes went wide... especially when I saw the attached picture of his cock—his impressive and erect cock! It was about seven inches long, and thick.I didn't know what on earth to do. I assumed my son had intended to send this inappropriate pic to some girl. But with that said, who the hell would he text those blunt two words to? And that pic?Nobody that I