It must be a slow night I think to myself as I take a quick glance around the near deserted bar. I look toward the only other occupants, three middle-aged men hell-bent on downing a couple pitchers of beer. It's apparent they're not in the first round either.They laugh loudly, shout, and are totally absorbed in some primal male bonding ritual. They're slapping each other's shoulders and spouting the ribald humor that can only be appreciated in an inebriated state. I wonder if a table of drunken women is as insufferable to listen to. What really irritates me though, is the fact not a single one of them has bothered to check me out. Sure I'm not the svelte and glamorous babe I used to be, but surely I warrant at least a token leer or remark. I was a runway model just twenty pounds and fifteen years ago, and the extra weight has only enhanced my curves. Do men enjoy a bony ass?Motioning the bartender for another screwdriver, I wonder what rock he crawled out from under. His scrawny a
"That sounds great. Do you have anywhere particular in mind?" I desperately hope he doesn't say McDonald's."Well, there's a really nice Italian restaurant just down the street," he says, "I've only been there twice, but it was great both times" "Perfect, I love Italian"We leave the bar and walk out to the near deserted street. It seems all the shops have closed for the night, and even the last stragglers of the downtown commuters have managed to escape the usual bustle. Alex continues talking as we slowly walk toward the restaurant. I enjoy the long- missed attention he gives me. I wonder if he'd mind if I held his hand? I'd like to.The restaurant is impressive. The décor has the appeal of an Italian garden restaurant, with small intimate tables isolated from each other by wonderful greenery sprouting from the surrounding planters. The soft ethnic music in the background adds just a perfect ambiance for an intimate dinner with a special companion. I wonder if I can chalk this u
Besides, would it be so bad if he were actually attracted to me?"Well ok, but I don't have a car, so you driving?"I can see his face light up from my response, and he replies, "Unfortunately mine's in the shop at the moment, but I'll be happy to get us a cab. I don't live too far away"The cabbie must have had a slow night too, as she gabs on endlessly all the way to Alex's apartment. The grating cackle of her voice is annoying to the nth degree, and I'm quite positive someone had her in mind when they coined the phrase ‘motor-mouth'. I'm so thankful that Alex does indeed live quite close.We're greeted at the opened apartment door by the most adorable little kitten I'd seen in ages, and crying loudly for attention. Alex scoops her into his arms and introduces her to me as Liberty. I tease a finger at the little ball of orange fluff, and I'm rewarded with a small paw batting eagerly at the movement.Alex continues to hold the kitten as he invites me to enter the kitchen. We talk abo
His fingers pull at the hasp of my bra. I feel his fingers caress my aching breasts as they fall from the cups. He peels the bra from my shoulders, and it drifts to the floor as I let my hands drop. He pulls me close.I revel in the sensation of my tender erect nipples pressing to his chest. He slowly pulls from our embrace and sits on the edge of the bed. My hands drift across his wide shoulders as he moves. I drop to my knees between his legs, my lips and tongue swirling the velvety rim of his ridged knob. I tease everywhere, kissing, touching, and savoring the manly scents. His hands clench tight in my hair as I engulf his hardness. Ravishing him. He moans as I mouth down the rigid shaft to suck at his balls, my tongue rolling across the large sensitive orbs. He moans again as my tongue reaches into the valley below his balls.My lips move again to his cock, with one hand stroking the length of it and the other palming the large balls.I feel his cock start to tremble. With a la
“You are Jeb Carson?” She asked again. “The Jeb Carson who wrote to me?”“The one and the same. Miss Delilah Harris.” The rancher replied, smoothing down his graying mustache. “Or should I say Mrs. Delilah Carson.”Jeb Carson, one of the more successful cattle ranchers in the small town of Jorgen Creek sat across the table, looking at the young woman from the big city back East. His mail order bride had arrived by stage coach earlier that evening. She looked every bit the young, nubile city girl her black and white picture he held in his hands depicted.“You looked a lot younger in the picture you sent me, Mr. Carson.” She eyed him suspiciously.“That’s an old one taken a few years ago.” He said, smiling slightly. “It’s too gosh darn expensive to have a picture taken out here, you know.”“Well, I didn’t think you were so much older than I am.” The young woman looked around the sparse room. “Are you the owner of the Carson Cattle Ranch?”“Sure, I am... it has my name on it, doesn’t i
He had been sitting at the dining table since eight o’clock sharp, waiting for her. The chair across him was vacant. The soup had been served. He glanced at his pocket watch. Almost a half past eight. Her sudden soft footfalls made him turn around. Delilah almost floated up in a white flowing gown, her face radiant and refreshed, her long luxuriant brown hair flowing freely to her swaying hips. The sight of her took his breath away and he felt his initial anger evaporating.“Good evening, Mr. Carson.” She said, her voice as musical as silver bells. “Have I kept you waiting?”“Well, yes.” He feigned anger. “We prefer to do everything in a timely manner, Miss Harris. This being your first day, I can grant you leave.”“You make this sound like a job.” She laughed softly. “And you can call me Delilah, or Delia. I am, after all, your wife now.”“Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate.” He nodded. “Try the turnip soup, Delia, you’ll love it.”“Yes, I’m sure.” She sat down and looked at
Her soft flesh stung like the Devil as welts began to form where his hard fingers had struck. She felt him caress her gently, kneading and massaging her yielding softness.“There, there, my dear.” He said soothingly. “Daddy’s not so bad. Daddy’s going to make it better now.”“You call this punishment.” She yelled suddenly. “You old coot, why I’ve had better spankings from my ninety year old school marm.”“Is that so?” He laughed. “She must have had hands that could wrestle a prize bull by its horns then.”“Yeah, they sure hurt more than your little princess' soft hands.” Delilah screamed.“Ah, here, let me take my gloves off.” He laughed.Delilah sucked in her breath with a sudden gasp as she felt his iron hard palm smack across her tender butt again. This time his little finger struck at her naked pussy, suddenly making the familiar sensation of pleasure mingle with the pain. She wriggled her hips, eager to spread her legs and expose more of her.“How do you like that, you little mi
“Oh, you’re trussing me up like a turkey, Daddy.” Delilah moaned. “Are you going to spank me silly?”“That and more, my little city-bred wife.” He growled as he secured her ankles to the back legs of the chair.With a deft pull he unfastened her corset and yanked it off her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and stood bent over the chair, her hands and legs fastened and her welt ridden rump sticking up at him. He smiled at the sight of her. A terrible urge to take her right then came over him but he suppressed it, not sure if he should let this kind of sadistic sex become a thing he desired.Delilah tried to look at him, but she couldn’t turn her head around enough. She could hear him shuffling around and felt a chill run down her spine as she heard him crack the switch a few times in the air. His heart began to race; he was going to use that stinging whip on her sore bottom. A pang of regret momentarily crossed her mind, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to provoke a man she barely
He bit them so she winced and then covered them in kisses. Following a smooth vertical line with his tongue across her flat sensuous stomach. He kissed the perimeters of her panties then inhaled her sweet hot scent as he buried his face in the silk triangle that clung to her swollen pussy. He kissed her sweet pussy lips through the wet fabric until her moans became regular and intense, then pulled the panty aside so his lips met the hot wet vulva like a thirsty man. He pushed a finger towards her vagina and let it slide into the opening, then two. He was unprepared for the tightness of the entry. She was petite everywhere and he fantasized at how good these straining muscles would feel as a cock entered it for the first time. She moaned and he began lapping at her clit and sucking at the abundant juices. Intoxicated by the scent of her, overcome with desire to pleasure her until she begged for him to be inside her.Alicia knew part of her appeal was that she orgasmed easily and of
‘Oh yeah, I want to touch you all over little girl. I could die happy just doing this forever too.'He slid a hand to her thigh and felt the silken touch of her warm skin. He stroked her and felt her part her legs a little so that he could find the triangle of silk that covered her hot young pussy.‘ Can you feel how wet I am? ‘ She whispered sexily through her continuous kisses.His fingers found the wetness she promised soaking into the diaphanous panties. He revelled at how sweet her panties were, how wet they were how warm and inviting she was. His cock had not been this hard in years and she hadn't yet touched him. He caressed her folds through her panties until she began to moan beneath his explorations. He rubbed and caressed her as she began to thrust forward and moan sexily.‘Mmmmmmm make me cum. I'm so horny for you.'He found her clit and concentrated his experienced fingers on bringing her off. He wanted to make her scream. Wanted to make her squirt. Wanted to make her i
Terry scanned the lithe petite young body contorting in front of him. He drank in the contours of what he would have called a perfect ass, curvaceous hips and somewhere in the supple form in front he imagined small pert breasts. He pulled down the bar to his chest as he took a deep breath and the inevitable sound of the weights lifting up then clunking down barely noticeable as he was mesmerized by the young beauty in front of him going through a stretching routine. It was visions like this that made this gym membership worth the fortune he paid. Countless trophy wives, models and TV personalities worked out here. It was one of the perks looking at them while he sweated he told himself. As the pretty blonde bent forward he fantasize about what it would be like to be behind her when she was like that. She was young, perhaps 24 or so and with that petite figure that made her have an adolescent appeal, she was firm and supple and pretty in that wholesome healthy way. Flawless skin
She then proceeded to push down his boxers, working them down with her foot when her hand got to its limit, as they were still kissing deeply like they would never kiss again.Sam kicked off his pants and boxers, and soon his white naked body was pressed hard against Linda’s dark ebony body that was also nude. Linda could feel his cock pressed hard against her belly, and it made her heart to skip a beat just thinking that very soon it would be inside her cunt fucking the daylights out of her pussy. She took her hand down in between them and took a hold of the manhood, wrapping her fingers around it as her heart beat faster with excitement. The slit at the tip of the head of the cock was already moist, and as she jerked the shaft with her hand, she took her thumb to the eye at the tip of the cock head and started rubbing the pre-cum over the smooth skin, making Sam to moan out softly into her mouth as his dick was engulfed in pleasure.The height of arousal was too much for the both
As they continued kissing, Sam took his hand out of her hair as he was dying to touch the nipples that he had seen looking so firm and welcoming earlier that day, and pulling his chest away from her slightly to give his hand better access to her breast, he took the hand to one of her boobs and started massaging it, taking the nipple into his finger over the light silk material of her blouse. Linda moaned into his mouth, her body pleasure heightening when she felt him take her nipple into his hand and begin to play around with it, rolling it around in semi-circles and pinching it sensuously. The nipple grew hard with arousal, and she pressed her body onto his hand, loving the feel on her breast when the pressure was applied to it. She was in pleasure heaven loving the sensations that her body was feeling as they continued to kiss, the lips sucking on each other as he wiped off her red lipstick in the process.Sam was feeling hot and horny, and he wanted to get a taste of his new lov
Realizing that his dick was not going to get soft any time soon, he shielded his crotch with his tablet and made his way to where she was waiting for him by the lift doors. Linda pretended to be busy doing something on her tablet as she secretly looked at his crotch from the corner of her eye. She could not believe the massive size as she looked at the huge swelling in his pants. The pecker had to be at least 10 inches long and three inches thick judging from what she could see, and it got her excited as she had never had the opportunity to have such a huge hard cock within her vicinity.Sam Lowell was a 29 year old handsome guy who had worked his way from humble beginnings to become one of the most successful men in the business world in the city. He had short dark hair with dark eyes and a structured bone line. He was of medium build and kept himself fit by hitting the gym at least 3 times a week, and to almost all the women he was the ultimate guy to have for their own. He love
He looked at the new secretary as she walked into his office. She was wearing a short skirt that reached just below her butt cheeks and she had the most gorgeous thighs that he had ever seen. He had never seen her before, as she had been hired to begin work that day, and he had arrived at the office before all of his employees. His eyes traveled up her chocolate colored thighs up to her curvy hips and further up to her firm 34 C breasts before they finally settled on her ebony face. She had to be the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, and there was a certain sexuality about her that just got his blood running in his veins like it had never before.“You must be Linda, the new girl here,” he said standing up as she walked up to his desk, giving him a nice view of her cleavage as she was wearing a low cut blouse.“Yes sir, I am Linda,” she replied, noting the way that he was looking at her in a suggestive way.“I’m Sam, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his han
By that time, Martha had her fingers working her cunt deeply as she finger fucked herself, her whole body fully turned on. She was now even considering going into the room and joining the group, but she wanted to gather her guts as she continued to watch the unfolding scenario.The young woman then started taking the length of the shaft into her mouth, and Martha could tell that she was struggling to get the thick penile into her mouth as the pecker stretched her lips, a painful expression on her face, making Martha feel like going into the room and showing her how it is done. At that point she no longer felt bad about cheating on her husband as long as Ron did not come inside her cunt or suck her baby’s milk from her breast. The woman’s head was bobbing up and down on the cock as she took more and more of the manhood into her mouth, inch by inch going deeper with every stroke until the full length of the shaft finally disappeared into her mouth. All the while she had her hands on
They then made their way downstairs where the elder children were busy preparing to go to college and had their coffee with them, before heading out to the limo for the ride to the office. At the office, they went their separate ways, and Martha made her way to her office, wondering how she was going to discuss with Ron about his supporting her. She had worn one of her sexiest outfits, a low cut blouse that showed off lots of cleavage, and a short skirt that showed off her thighs generously. She sat in her office and went through the morning with the usual appointments, and after lunch, she made her way down to Ron’s office.It was on the other end of the office building, a couple of floors below hers, and she walked into his secretary’s office. Finding nobody there she went ahead and went into the office, and walking past the secretary’s desk she made her way to his door and peeked into the slightly open door. Inside the office, she spotted him kissing his secretary deeply in the