You’re out of town travelling and feeling lonely. Lying back on your hotel bed, you begin to fantasize about Lucy. She’s a friend of your girlfriend and you frequently picture her whenever you feel like a quick wank. She’d probably die if she knew how many tissues you’ve impregnated while thinking about her gloriously big, rounded ass.But this time a wank isn’t going to be enough. You pick up your smartphone and Google for an escort. Why the hell not — you’re a long way from home and no-one will ever know.The Internet is a wonderful thing. Just over an hour later there’s a knock at the door. Amazingly you’ve managed to keep your hand off it while you were waiting.Okay, this next part is going to seem highly improbable…You open the door and are shocked and amazed to find Lucy herself standing in the hallway. She’s wearing a short, figure-hugging red dress that barely contains her tits. The dress is so short it reveals most of her stocking-tops. Not her usual style at all.“Lucy? Wh
Beth was a 25 year old French Canadian figuring skating coach at the rink I worked at when I was 21. She came from money, and spent her entire youth chasing an Olympic dream she never realized, but it produced an amazing athletic body. I watched her for a few weeks, wondering what her story was, when my friend Jim said he knew she liked me. That’s because he was hooking up with Meg, a 28 year old, married skating coach, and she told him. The 4 of us went to lunch one day and there big time sparks, despite one minor detail, Beth was engaged to a rich guy from her hometown in Canada. Their families were the type that made sure blue bloods married each other. Her fiance worked about 30 minutes away, and I eventually found out that she lived the excitement of possibly getting caught by him.A few nights later Beth came with me to a bar after my hockey game, then back to my tiny 1 bedroom apartment. She asked if I would be willing to just do oral, at least for a while, and maybe sex down
Andrea tore open the sachet and emptied the white powder into her glass. Immediately she caught a whiff of something unpleasant and she recoiled involuntarily.“Are you sure I can’t offer you anything?” asked her friend Stephanie, munching on a chocolate doughnut.Andrea shook her head. It was typical of Stephanie to try to tempt her with sugary treats just when she was about to start another diet. And it was typical of Andrea to firmly resist.“You know you’re not actually fat, right?” continued Stephanie cheerily. “So what if your butt looks a little big in that dress? You normally look fine. Just don’t wear stuff that’s so clingy…”“Great. Thanks for that,” replied Andrea sarcastically, giving her friend a mildly annoyed look.“Sorry,” said Stephanie, trying to look contrite while sucking icing off her thumb. “You know, I think it’s really cool how you have so much willpower. I couldn’t do it. So what’s that stuff again?”“It’s a new meal-replacement shake. You can’t get it here ye
Stephanie extricated herself from the swimsuit and pulled a black lace bra and matching panties out of a bag. She pulled the panties on while facing away from Andrea, and so was unaware of her friend’s lustful staring. The panties were semi-transparent and a seam ran up the back so that they hugged all the curves of her bottom. Then she wriggled into the bra, which was similarly sheer. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it.“What do you think of these? Too sexy?” Stephanie asked, performing a little pirouette. Then she saw what her friend was doing and she gasped in shock, her graceful dance-move ending in a clumsy stumble. Andrea had thrown herself back on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her hand was moving very vigorously inside her soaking panties.“Jesus fucking Christ, Andrea, what the hell are you doing?” Stephanie cried.Andrea’s face was bright red with embarrassment. “Stephanie … sorry… something’s wrong… can’t help it!” she gasped as she convulsed wit
I connect my phone to my speaker and turn on some music. I untie my robe and I let it fall off of my body and I walk towards the shower.I open the glass door of the shower entrance and walk in. The water hits my bare body and I groan at the warmth of it.I grab some soap and slowly rub it on my body with a loofah. I rinse myself off and begin washing my hair with shampoo and then conditioner.Someone knocks on the glass door and I jump. I quickly spin around with wide eyes but soon relax when I realize it’s my fiancé Brenden.He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he drops it and underneath, he is very much naked. I bite my lip with tinted cheeks and I see his cock makes itself known.“May I join you?” I quickly nod and he smirks. He opens the shower door and he walks in, standing behind me.“How was your day?” I whisper, rinsing the last of the conditioner out of my black hair.“Stressful, but it’s better now that I’m here with you,” he whispers back. He’s always had a way with
I wrap my arms around my beautiful girlfriend as we watch the show that's playing on our flat-screen TV. She and I are comfortably cuddling with each other as we watch I Am Not Okay With This. Instead of focusing on the TV, Avery decides on grinding her ass against my pussy. My chest rises and falls rapidly as she continues to arouse me. "Avery," I mumble and he hums in response. "If you don't stop that I'm going to take you to the bedroom," I warn. Instead of stopping, she stands up and makes eye contact with me. She takes her pants off leaving her bottom half in black lace underwear. She pulls her shirt off, revealing her black lace bra. "Take me please," she whispers. I waste no time in grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to our bedroom. I push her down on the bed and she watches me take my clothes off with pink cheeks. I take all of my clothes off, leaving me completely bare in front of her. I slowly walk over to her making sure my breasts bounce with each teasing step.
I imagined trudging into his office and slamming the door shut. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I’d take of my shirt. Then I’d walk over and sit on him, and kiss him. Let him remove my bra. He’d have a hand on my back and the other on the back of my head. That way I couldn’t back out. I’d pull off his shirt and work with his belt. Once the fly was down he’d carry me onto his desk, and we’d work together to push off all the papers. Then he’d pull out his cock, and quickly pull down my underwear. He’d be so horny that my panties would only be at my knees and he’d penetrate. Then he’d pump as hard as he could and I’d moan as loud as I wanted to. Who cares who hears? I’d squeeze the cum out of him. It would be something that seemed perpetual. And, no, there’s no part where I imagine us putting our clothes back on. We wouldn’t. Instead, we’d try some more; on the floor, me sitting on him, me against the wall. We’d fuck our brains out. These scenes repeated and altered themselve
“Welcome Katie, please have a seat and we can begin our little game.” he smiled wickedly. Christ, we were starting already? I took a deep breath and sat in the only chair in his hotel room. I pretended not to notice his eyes caressing my collarbone, flickering down the front of my chest, circling my nipples that were poking through the thin fabric. He took his time, relishing the power of his position. His eyes sought mine, as if to mark my reaction, to see if I understood my position. I was starting to enjoy this. His hands stroked through my hair lightly as he walked behind me. I could feel his warm breath near my ear when he bent down next to me whispering “I know what you really want Katie. I could see it in your eyes. Sometimes your job is so stressful, you just want to let go. You want someone else to make the decisions for you, so that you don’t have to think anymore, you just have to obey. Go on. Tell me I’m wrong, and we’ll end this game right now.” He paused, waiting.
After a few minutes, I pulled back and told him we needed to talk. He groaned in a joking way and said, "I was kind of enjoying that." I replied that "it would have to wait for a few minutes." I told him that I loved him, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He interrupted me by saying, "I'm not sure I like where this is going." I laughed this off and told him that I wanted to be totally honest with him. I told him that I had been looking for jobs to help with the bills. I explained that I didn't want to hide anything from him, but I knew how much pressure he was under, and I thought it was only right to try and help. To my relief. He pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and said, "you're an amazing wife, thank you." He proceeded to ask me about where I had applied. I explained the luck (or lack of luck) I had at the mall, and I told him that I had posted an ad online. I gave him the general idea of what the ad said, and he asked if I had any responses. I told him about the two op
For those that don't know the term Girlfriend Experience, it is a service provided by a call girl or prostitute that includes personal activities, such as going on dates, bathing, massages, or even kissing. It can also involve role-playing, and more, including sex. It is essentially those things that a girlfriend would do in a relationship with no strings attached and money provided in exchange for these services. A little about myself: My name is Sasha and I'm a wife and a mother of three amazing kids. I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and for the most part, life is really great. I'm in my mid-thirties and my husband is a few years older than I am. I have an athletic build, I'm about 5 foot 9 inches tall, blonde/brown hair, smallish breasts, and over the years I've probably received the most compliments on my ass. My husband is a good looking guy and he keeps himself in pretty good shape too. I truly believe we're a nice looking couple. Now that I have that out of the way, on with
It was late evening; the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Daenerys' quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Daenerys' bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him."What did I say about climbing?" She said with a small grin. "And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons."He looked at her with a fast raising of an eyebrow and amazed in his facial expression. "Well, the guards didn't let me in; they thought I was one of the gold masks." He said as he walked to the corner of her bed and put the flowers gently on the silken duvet, and sat beside her."It seems like the unsullied don't like you," She said with a smile."Greyworm doesn't like the Secondsons because we do as we please with our freedom," He said."Yes, they don't use their freedom because they were fostered to be Unsu
I was 22 years old at the time, and being male from the South of England, I found myself working the late shift again where I was bartending. I was tired of the bar scene, and while beautiful women came in all the time, no one really connected with me. I was tired of superficial relationships and had never had been in love. I wanted that more than ever now that my mother had passed.A friend of mine had introduced me to a dating site that had been successful for them. I eagerly looked through profiles, and I was just generally chatting to people when I came across this one profile that stood out to me. She had blonde hair, 5 ft. 7 in. and sexier than any woman I had ever seen before. I was a bit wary of online dating scams but I decided to take a chance. I enthusiastically said hello, and for the first couple of minutes, it was just small talk like favourite colours, likes and dislikes, and that sort of thing. She saw my profile picture and asked if it was really me, and I told her i
It was a great day to hunt, and I had seen tracks in the snow all morning, but there were no animals in sight. In the past, I would have had a deer bagged and tagged by now. Something was peculiar this morning, though; I smelled smoke, and the more I walked, the stronger it became.It couldn't be the old Miller cabin; no one has lived there in five years. I thought I better check to see if someone was trespassing. I knew old lady Miller and have kept in touch with her over the years since she moved two states away. As I was walking towards the cabin, I realized that it had been at least three months since I talked to her by phone. As I cleared the stand of trees surrounding the cabin, I noticed a woman making trips one after another into the log house.She was carrying boxes in, so I ruled out theft right away. When I was within earshot, the lady turned my way with a start and said-"That's close enough, mister, what are you doing on my property?"I couldn't explain fast enough as I s
Astrid, my wife, and I work for a level 1 trauma center in East Tennessee. Our hours are long and grueling. Sometimes we don't get home for days on end. Especially during the summer. The Interstate runs through the city, and there are always people harming themselves or others, and our ER stays busy 24/7.After three days of on-call, Astrid and I had a precious five days off. We literally ran to the car before anyone had a chance to change their mind. We had an hour and a half drive ahead of us, the sun was going down, and the AC was on full blast. Astrid said she wanted to stop for coffee on the way, so just before hitting the six-lane, we stopped at the dinner and got two cups to go.Once I emerged, I realized how dark it was, and I stumbled across the gravel parking lot; and when I got back to the car, I set the cups on the roof, opened the door and grabbed the cups, and went to set them in the cup holders.To my pleasant surprise, Astrid was sitting there in the seat naked as the
I come home and find you in the master bathtub taking a bubble bath with your blonde hair slightly wet as you bath while sipping some white wine from a long-stemmed glass. There is a wet luster on your lips. You smile coyly and say, "Hello." Your ample breasts are wet, and your large pink nipples are hard. You've been waiting for me and thinking of our afternoon.I sit next to you and use the washcloth to rub your back and squeeze the warm soapy water out of it onto your shoulders and watch as it runs down your back. We talk a little, and I see you have your finger and toenails freshly painted a pretty red color. Then I help you out of the bath and give you a towel. You wrap the towel around you and take your wine glass and say you'll be back in a few minutes as you walk off through the house to another bedroom.There are fresh sheets turned down on our bed, and there are Liberator cushions all around. At the foot of the bed is a larger cushion/bench that is even with the top of the b
It was the week before my twenty-fourth birthday, and six friends were ready to enjoy a scuba diving holiday up the beautiful African East coast. It was incredibly humid as we set off. My boyfriend Mark was squished against me in the backseat of the four by four, while my two classmates and friends sat beside him. The other two guys were my friend Paul's cousin, and the last guy was Ken, someone my boyfriend and I had become close to over the past month. Paul was also close to Ken, too; they had been with the group for a month. The road trip was sweaty, but a bonding experience, and we arrived ready for ocean, sun, sand, and fun.My boyfriend and I were having some relationship issues, which only I was privy too, having by now dropped so many hints I was considering ending things after this holiday and pending me starting work as a doctor in a different province come the new year.We had been together six years now, and he was my first and only sexual partner. Sex is and always was lo
Having sex with my fellow college student, Sarah, had been my longtime fantasy. Every day I liked her more and more, not just for her looks, but her sweet personality as she was funny and kind to all she encountered beyond being gorgeous. Being with her seemed unattainable as she was out of my league socially and far beyond reach from my awkward and introverted, academic personality. Yet, here she was, in my small apartment, intoxicated on drugs or alcohol or both, and begging to be allowed to spend the night.I had been walking home from the library when I saw her in front of my small rental apartment that was tucked in a renovated house. She could barely stand, so I let her into my place. As she'd entered my apartment, muttering something about her friends having left her, she shocked me as she brightened and asked if she could stay the night. "Please? she irresistibly begged. "My parents and they would kill me if they saw me like this."I considered what opportunities that offered,