He pulled away from her face and switched places with Charlie. He positioned himself at her entrance and rammed into her. He felt the warmjizz of his colleague immediately clinging to his shaft but he made abstraction of it. The snugness of her pussy trumped everything else. He placed her legs over his shoulders and got a nice rhythm going.The CEO gazed at Michael. “Hey you, are you a fag?” “No, sir.”“Well, prove it then. Come and join us.”“Yes, sir.”Michael approached timidly. Carol let go of everyone else, lifted herself sideways, and dove for his rod. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and took him into her hot mouth. She made twisting motions while sucking on his flesh. He had never felt this good in his life.“Oh,” Charlie exclaimed. “I think Carol has a new favorite!”The guys laughed around him but Michael didn’t hear any of it. Watching the woman of his dreams blowing him -- no, making love to his cock -- was so overwhelming that everything else faded.“You ready fo
“That feels so good, Michael.”“Yeah?”“I love doing these gangbangs but I know the pleasure part is moreabout the guys than me. It’s cool, I understand it. But it gets me so worked up. Every year I finish the night in my bed with a vibrator.”“But not this year.”She shook her head, her eyes still blissfully shut. She stroked Michael’s cock faster. It was wide and long and hard now. She spread his pre-cum over the head with her thumb, making him flinch.“I want you to fuck me, Michael. Put it in my wet cunt. Please, do it.”He pulled out of her and promptly pushed down his pants and underwear. He scooted to the edge of the couch and Carol adjusted her straddling position.“Ready?”She nodded and descended on his shaft. She paused when he brushed the tip across her drenched folds but then continued when he lined it up at the mouth of her channel. She dropped onto him until she sat completely on his lap. She was filled by him, utterly stretched. It was intimate and so much better than
Valerie clutched her briefcase close to her chest as she hurried down the hall. She would be late to class if she weren’t careful, and she couldn’t slack on her teaching duties any more — the dean was starting to notice. She wished Marcus let her button up her blouse higher. It was bad enough constantly near-flashing her almost all-male class of virile college students. She didn’t need her colleagues seeing the wanton display of cleavage as well.The hallway was empty, and Valerie was thankful for that, at least. Until she turned the corner and bumped straight into him. He was standing there, waiting for her.Grinning wolfishly.Marcus.The door to an empty classroom was beside him. He pushed it open.“After you,” he said. “Slut.”Valerie glared at him briefly and marched through the doorway. “I’llbe late for class, you know—” she began.“Oh, I know,” Marcus said. “And you’ll be even later than me. Youknow we can’t walk in together.” She’d told him that at their first encounter, and
Chapter 2: How Valerie Got Into Her PredicamentTwo weeks earlier, Valerie had simply been a thirty-something professor of philosophy, not an owned slut. Actually, she’d been the one doing the owning, after a fashion. Her long-distance relationship with Rob, who taught at MIT, had crumbled months earlier. He’d shown himself to be a bit of a priss, and Valerie wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that, so they amicably agreed to split up and see other people.Valerie had gone on dates, but they’d been lackluster. One was a talker, never letting her get a word in edgewise. Another kept staring at her feet, until she regretted wearing strappy sandals. And the third? When he bent to pick a nickel up off the restaurant’s floor, she saw a frilly, hot pink thong peeking out above his waistband.So she’d sighed, resigned herself to being single, and became good friends with her vibrator.Until the day she’d really noticed Marcus.It was a bit over two weeks ago. She was lecturing her introduc
Chapter 3: Valerie’s Momentous DecisionShe thought about Marcus that night, and the next day. What would those large hands feel like sliding down her back, squeezing her breasts, caressing her inner thighs? She dressed like she had the day before, in a short skirt and skimpy blouse, and went to the corner bar. It was a bit of a dive for a college town but nonetheless attractive to the fraternity and sorority crowd. Nursing a gin and tonic, she idly wondered if Marcus was in a fraternity. With his pedigree, he had to be.She’d arrived during happy hour, and the bar was half empty, but evening had arrived and it began filling up. What was Marcus doing tonight? She’d had a couple drinks, just enough to make her feel horny and, she knew, little enough that she’d still be able to enjoy herself, given the chance.Oh, what the hell.She called him. “It’s Valerie,” she said.“Who?”Valerie’s heart sank. “Miss Dewhurst.”“Oh! Valerie! So, have you considered my offer?”She grimaced inwardly.
Chapter 4: Ask NicelyTheir hands were everywhere, unbuttoning, caressing, unhooking, kicking off bottoms, slipping out of tops, and they tumbled, naked, onto the bed. It was dark, so Valerie couldn’t see him, but her sense of touch told her his body was spectacular. She straddled him, and she kissed him, open- mouthed and hungry. She reached back to feel his cock. Freed now, it was even more impressive than she’d imagined.Valerie had had enough of foreplay, between class yesterday and the car on the way over. She was sex-starved and wetter than she’d ever felt in her life. She slid back, ready to slam down on his cock and take it inside her....Abruptly, Marcus pushed her off of him, chuckling, spinning her around. Now she was on her back on the king-size bed, Marcus looming over her. If that was the way he wanted it, she was perfectly fine with that. She was getting laid either way.Valerie opened her legs for him, and wrapped her arms around his back. He plastered little kisses on
Chapter 5: And Ye Shall Receive...Or Shall Ye?Marcus thrust into her wet hole, and she wrapped her legs around him as he penetrated deeper. He was thick, and she felt him sliding his whole length as she’d never felt with Rob. She felt stretched, but pleasantly so; her lubrication made her vagina very accommodating at this moment.They fell into a rhythm, slowly at first. Marcus thrusting his cock in her, Valerie meeting him with her hips. She kissed his neck, and found that a spot below his ear made him shiver in delight. He growled then, and held her hands against the bed, tight in his own. He thrust harder, almost angrily, and Valerie rose to meet him, slamming her pelvis into his. She wanted him inside her as deeply as possible. Every time they met, Valerie felt the pressure push against her clit, heightening her arousal.Valerie tried to pull her hands away from Marcus’. He shook his head and pulled out of her abruptly, sliding down to the end of the bed. Valerie was about to com
Chapter 1I stood in the moonless night, pensively staring up at the so-called haunted house. Even after all these years, it was still an impressive structure. Built in the late Eighteen Nineties, the four-story house still had all the hallmarks of a great home. Detailed woodwork adorned the large covered entrance and marched its way across the brick façade, while large multi-paned windows offered views of the outside. They were strategically placed and stood ready to coax sunlight in at the first hint of dawn. Looking higher I could see the grey slate roof and the many chimneys that crowned the house. They gave promise to the fireplaces inside, ready to warm the occupants on cold or damp nights.Yet as I paused at the gate, staring at the gracefully arched entrance to the home, it appeared strangely uninviting to me. The decorative marble pillars on either side of the front door seemed cold and unwelcoming. As luck would have it, I had been dared to stay the night in this now deserte
"Y-yes," she said finally. "Yes, I enjoyed it." "Did you cum when I came?" "Yes," she said again. "Did you wish my cock had squirted its heavy load into your virgin cunt instead of into my hand?" "Yes!" screamed Kate. "You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Kate?" he said as he pinched her clit and rolled it between his strong fingers. "Look at you moaning from being fucked hard by your friend's father, and while she’s sitting, just outside too. Look at my daughter, Kate," he growled. Kate looked outside the window at Mallory, who was still studying in the same spot on the beach. "I want you to keep your eyes on my daughter and think of what a dirty little whore you are while her father fills your virgin pussy with hot cum for the first time." "O-okay," whimpered Kate as Mallory’s father rammed her pussy harder and faster. He grunted with each powerful thrust. At the same time, he hooked his finger inside of her tight ass and vigorously wiggled her clit. Kate could
"I'm afraid your hymen is still very much intact, Kate," he said, raising his head up to look at her.He looked pleased to be giving her this news. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up ever-so-slightly."So," said Kate, "that means ...""We will need to move on to the more invasive treatment method, yes," said Dr. Logan.Kate's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips together anxiously, unsure of whether she was ready for or even wanted a more invasive treatment. The next thing she knew, however, Dr. Logan was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, and Kate forgot all about her apprehension."What – what are you doing, Dr. Logan?" she asked, though she thought she already knew and was eager to see the enormous manhood that hid beneath his pants in the light of day."I am determined to complete your treatment, Kate," he said in a serious tone as he let his trousers fall to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tight-fitting boxe
Kate couldn't take it. The menagerie of different sensations Dr. Logan was inflicting on her sensitive buds was overwhelming. She wanted to scream. More than that, she wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her aching clit. Or rather, what she really wanted, was for Dr. Logan to stroke her clit. But should couldn’t tell him that."Dr. Logan," she said breathlessly. "Please, you have to stop. I – I can't take it."Dr. Logan released her nipples and took a step back."Hmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to see you in such agony, Kate. I think further treatment on your nipples would benefit you. But, I suppose I can give them a short break while I do your pelvic exam. How does that sound?""That sounds good, Dr. Logan," said Kate, relieved that the torturous assault on her nipples was over, for now."Great," said Dr. Logan. "Go ahead and lie back then, Kate. Bring your heels up near your hips and spread your legs as wide as you can for me."Kate did as Dr. Logan instructed. She
After a restless night of sleep, Kate nervously followed Mallory downstairs for breakfast. Terrified to see her father or hear what he might have to say about the previous night’s events, Kate did her best to make herself invisible by slouching into a corner of the breakfast nook and sipping on a glass of orange juice, while Mallory and her dad made omelets.“Good morning, Kate!”Kate had become absorbed watching the waves roll onto the beach through the window when Dr. Logan’s booming voice made her jump.“Oh! G-good m-morning, Dr. Logan,” she said with a quivering voice as her eyes met his and blood immediately rushed to her cheeks.“Did you sleep alright last night?” he asked with a smile.“Y-yes,” Kate lied.He seemed to be acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Maybe he really hadn’t seen Kate watching him, after all. Or ... if he had, he was definitely not letting on.Mallory spent most of breakfast talking, updating her father on all that had been going on at school s
Kate wasn't entirely onboard with Mallory's plan. She knew her dad was a doctor, but it still seemed awkward to ask a man she'd never met before for something so personal and sex-related. But, Mallory was adamant. She claimed that her dad was very open about sex and that it wouldn't be awkward at all. So, when they heard his car pull into the driveway a while later, Mallory ignored Kate's protests and dragged her downstairs to ask him.“Daddy!” Mallory yelled as she ran to hug the man who walked through the front door.“There’s my favorite girl!” the man said, taking Mallory into his arms and lifting her off the ground with what appeared to be no effort at all.When he placed her feet back on the floor, and she stepped away, Kate finally got her first good look at him. There was no doubt from whom Mallory had inherited her good looks. Kate could feel her cheeks flushing with an embarrassed attraction. She knew this man had to be in his forties – making him at least twice Kate's age –
It was the end of Kate's first semester of college. She and her roommate, Mallory, decided to skip their final classes on Friday. Instead, they drove to the coast to stay with Mallory's father for the weekend before their final exams week started on Monday. A wealthy older doctor, Mallory's father lived in a large, expensive beach house on a secluded stretch of pristine coastline. It was the perfect place to relax and recuperate before the grueling week they had ahead of them.He wasn't home when they first arrived, so Kate and Mallory let themselves into his house and started to get ready for bed. It was late, and they were both exhausted from the drive. As Mallory unpacked her toiletries in the bathroom, Kate watched her set aside a small round foil packet. It was filled with a dozen tiny, individually packaged pills, along with several empty spaces where pills used to be. Kate picked up the foil packet and raised her eyebrows at Mallory.“Is that what I think it is?!” she asked her
As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement fo
His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her
When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.Across from the bed, there was a velvety couch, which also adored a gold trim and tight, lavish upholstery work.All and all, the room was inviting, but considering that the couple had no idea what kind an invitation it was se