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I am 34, married for 8 yrs, mother of a 4 yr old. Once my husband had an invitation to attend an important congregation of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look at my absolute best on that evening which was a week away. Now, I look tempting for a 34 yr old. I am 5 ft 7″ , 36C 30 38 and fair. He wanted me to dress up for the occasion. So, I reached my friend Aruna for suggestions. She mentioned about the Raj tailors. She said that the place was *popular* among women and strongly advised me to try it. She finished the statement with a ‘wink’ in her eyes which confounded me a bit, but I didn’t take it serious by then.

Right there and then she was a total stranger, apart from our saying “hi” and “hello” to each other in the elevator a few times. But we chatted, the way you do over a coffee, and then it came out about how she had her own company and suite of offices way up there on the top floors. Truth to tell, I was a tad skeptical and I guess it must have shown because Gale invited me to come up and take a look around after quitting time at my place.

When I was a college student up in Northern Michigan, I had a job at a local ski resort. I had to sit on a bench in a little booth at the top of the chairlift and turn the lift off if there were any problems. I shared the booth with another person who took care of the lift on the other side of the hill. Usually it was a guy I knew from school, but then a new employee came on, a cute redhead who was a student at another local college.

She dangled the short pieces of cord in front of his face.

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty shoulder-length redheaded MILF; I am in my early fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass and a tight partially shaved pussy.

Ms Eggers: “Yes. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

I hadn’t meant to fuck my wife’s yoga instructor, but it just kind of happened. I had stopped by about 30 minutes before that class started, to drop off a check and explain that my wife wasn’t going to be able to make it that week, but she looked so damn hot in that tight workout outfit which really emphasized her lush, squeezable breasts, so large for such a skinny and barely five foot tall woman. I must have struck her as inviting as well, because soon our lips were locked and I was peeling that top down off her shoulders, hoisting her tight round ass on her desk, my pants on the floor, her legs wrapping around me and pulling my cock into her moist love canal, it’s muscles clamping like a velvet vise, both of us lost in our frantic, passionate lustmaking. I was on the verge of coming when I noticed, in the mirror behind her, other women looking on us, their faces a mix of aghast distaste and voyeuristic delight. It was far too late to shut the damn door, far too late to suggest a hotel rendezvous, far too late do anything but let loose and squirt my seed into her ever so lovely cunt, as she cried out in release as well. Abashedly, I tried to slink out as it become readily apparent that her entire class, consisting of half a dozen or so of my wife’s friends, had observed us. Oddly, she didn’t seemed bothered – in fact, she seemed to secretly enjoy the audience. But I knew there was going to be hell to pay.

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Curt drove the 36″ wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn’t remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he’d had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He’d seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.

I was in my early thirties when I discovered the pleasures of dildos. I had been with my boyfriend of the time for a while, and we started talking about getting into playing with toys. After a lot of talking we got one, and I found that I really liked getting fucked with it. We split up a while after that, and I got custody of the dildo.

Jade stared in horror at the scene as Terry began dragging her friend across he room by his knot. She was disturbed by the scene but felt ashamed that she was also turned on by this. “Mary what are you doing!” Jade yelled while watching her friends juices soak the floor as the dog’s knot popped out. “I can explain.” Mary said standing up to look her friend in the eyes. “he fucked me the other day when i was looking for my contact.

All right, let me give you a little background. It all started when my girlfriend of three years left me for my best friend. A week later I lost my job. That part really wouldn’t have bothered me if Jenny hadn’t left. But it was really the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I went from listening to hard rock to the blues. My buds told me my life had the making for a country music song, but hell, no matter how desperate I was, depressed, alone, whatever there was no way I was going to listen to that. Same cords over and over again. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hold anything against they folks that do listen to it. To each his own I guess. But I found the blues and immediately fell in love with it. The feel of it completely described the slump I was in. The music made it easy to forget your our problems and move into someone else’s. Like living in someone else’s shoes for the six or so minutes of the song.

I sat there, on the wobbly bar stool and watched her walk around the club. Her body was to die for. She was taller than I am, I could tell that for sure. Her long curly red hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, easily covering her large breasts underneath. She could have been a mermaid with her red locks teasingly covering her bare breasts. Her long legs dared to defy physics itself as they stretched higher up than seemed possible. Her short skirt barely covered her ass and when she bent over, we got a nice view of whichever thong she happened to be wearing that night. She almost always wore knee high boots with her outfit. I’ve only seen her a few times in just pumps and once she walked around in just her pantyhose clad feet. She’s braver than I am. I’d never walk around a club barefooted.

Part 1

As a kid I had a pool attracting all the neighborhood kids and friends. They were older, same age, and younger then me. Being a young kid most girls were still prepeubescent. Girls in skimpy bathing suits naturally got my attention. I began to catch small glimpses of body under the suits every so often. I got to see nipples when a girls top was out of place. This was a regular occurence. I would see cheeks from bottoms running up. I got a number of chances to look for many reasons. Sometimes the suit was too small and tight forming a good outline of pussylips. Others were too big and fit loose. Usually this made the crotch sag and can see up the legholes. I found this out watching the girls climb in an out of the pool. I was the youngest boy and often got special treatment. Like watching them change in front of me. Around 11 or 12 everyone moved away ending the parade of flesh for now.

It was the spring of ’99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world.

I nailed a beautiful young guy over the weekend. I saw him out

My company is sending me to Dallas to train a new girl in the office.

Hi, I’m Jaime, and I’ve got a bit of a thing when it comes to lingerie. I love all sorts, from skimpy G-strings to lacy basques, and on evenings when I’m staying in alone l often strip down to my underwear. I especially like panties, which can be pulled tight into my pussy, creating a delicious, tingling friction, which soon has my love juice flowing. So naturally when Jake, an old flame of mine, mentioned to me that a college pal of his had started designing lingerie I wanted to hear more. Steve went one better, and set up a meeting with the designer at her place in the countryside. I turned up at Chloe’s house wearing a demure little dress, but underneath it I had some of my favorite white panties, and as always happens when I wear them, I was feeling pretty horny. To tell you the truth, I even stopped in a quiet country lane during the drive there so I could play with my pussy! When Chloe opened the door to me my jaw dropped and I just stood there for a moment, staring. She was a beauty, with a really sultry, sexy face and a great figure.

It was a long night at work and all I wanted to do was kiss my boyfriend hello, get a hot shower and crawl into bed. And I did just that.

A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN

Lisa was adjusting to her new role as Joe’s sub rather well. She had not done anything to upset him for a few days. In fact Joe was the perfect gentleman, but there was a current of control running under it. She knew that he was in charge and that whatever he said was the law. She no longer wore panties. This was one of the things that Joe had ordered. She also started wearing only shelf bras. This left the major portion of her tits from the nipple up exposed. This allowed Joe to tweak them and play with them at his convenience.

Simon swished to a stop. He looked down the slope at the multi-colored swarms of people rhythmically swishing and swaying, some standing, and a few falling, all the way down the slope to the lodge, miles away. For all the fun and excitement, and all the beauty of the snow-covered slope, his mind was on Melody. He watched a matched set of babes, one blonde and a brunette, slowly angle past, giving him a frank, encouraging glance. One spoke to the other, they were Swedish. He smiled, but shook his head reluctantly. They laughed and speeded on down the hill, waving and calling as they went. If he was any kind of man, he would barrel down the hill after them and beg them to fuck him to death.

Sam decided to put off doing the work order for Bonnie for a couple of days as he wanted to be ready just in case he could get her in a compromising position. As he knocked on the door he thought he heard the sounds of female laughter coming from inside the apartment. Bonnie opened the door and beckoned him to come inside. She was dressed in a short flared skirt and a blouse that had no sleeves. As Sam followed her inside he stared at her shapely ass barely covered by her short skirt. When he got inside he realized why he had heard female laughter. Sitting on the couch was Laura.

I have been racking my brain for weeks trying to think of the perfect Valentines Day gift for my husband Rich. He already has just about every toy for just about every hobby you can think of. It’s been a tough year and our relationship has suffered a little. I often think about the closeness we once shared and want so much to feel that once again with him. Rich is a wonderful man and I want to give him the perfect gift, if any man deserved it, it is Rich.