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Although my spouse and I had enjoyed threesomes before and been other couples, this party would be an opportunity for some of our sexual fantasies to become a reality. (In my wife’s favorite, she is hired by a group of men who use her as their very submissive fuck toy all nite long.

Ok so we’re not the most normal looking couple you see walk down the street. I’ll be the first to admit it and Marcus would be the second. I’m five foot nine and my husband is five foot seven. I’m as white as they come, but he is one of the blackest black men I have ever seen. I am pretty small, despite my height and what he lacks in height he makes up in girth. He works out a lot. I mean every day. He does it religiously. There isn’t a day, since I have known Marcus, which he had not woken up at some ungodly hour to head to the gym for his workout. I don’t know how he does it. I certainly couldn’t.

Senta, my gorgeous black Mistress, stands behind me as I write this. She is wearing shiny black rubber thighs boots, with lethally spiked heels, and a matching miniature dress that fits her slender body like a glove. She rests her long, thin riding whip on my right shoulder. If a word of my story displeases her, my ass will suffer.

Jessie and Linda were. . . let’s just say. . .sexually adventurous. They liked to fuck. They fucked each other, they fucked guys, and they fucked other girls. They liked to cum. So when they met two Greek men on vacation that could barely speak any english, they got an idea. The only idea they ever got. They decided to fuck.

The fireplace roared with a welcoming heat, signaling a night of unbridled lust between Thomas and Melissa. Cuddled on a fur rug in front of the fireplace, wearing only their smiles, laid the two lovers. Thomas, running his fingers through Melissa’s hair, kissed her forehead. Melissa returned the favor by outlining Thomas’s lips with her tongue, slowly parting them, and massaging his tongue with hers. Thomas probed Melissa’s mouth with his tongue, tasting every inch of her warm mouth.

I’m a street hooker. My name is Carla. I’m 19. I could go into a whole dreary story about how I got here but that doesn’t fly. Actually I feel lucky to be pretty enough to do this and I have a lot of fun. I have short red hair a light tan body that is very smooth and really nice firm bouncy titties and a couple piercings. It’s not bad. I could be homeless, unemployed, or working some bad job. But instead I just meet men, have sex and make money. It’s not like I have to stand around, men are always trying to talk to me and fuck me.

Carrie Sherman stood at the sink, running cool water over a clean dishtowel. She wrung it out with slim fingers then placed the cloth under her blonde hair against her neck.

A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN

I had a good feeling about his interest. I would comment to raise his interests and curiousity. I had a plan to find out more. I used the base of all my mutual masturbation encounters. Porn. He had a very conservative family and no access to porn I figured. I invited him for a weekend with the intention of pushing the boundaries. I waited till on the way to my house to tell him something. I wanted to gauge his reaction. I told him of the tall stack of porn mags I had to look at if he wanted. I saw him thinking and asked if he wanted to see them. He answered with enthusiasm clearing the doubt. I watched him stew thinking of porn. He had never seen any porn before. I kept the movies for more leverage to use at the right time.

Leeann followed Shauna out of the bar and into the parking lot, the cool, night air slipped up her skirt, tickling her damp inner thighs and pussy. She pushed her red hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. The memory of Shauna’s licking, finished only moments ago in the ladies’ room, made her hot. Her bare nipples rubbed against the inside of her blouse adding to her overall arousal.

I arrived at the Museo Archeological Regionale promptly at nine a.m. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to see the museum and some other sites in Palermo before one o’clock when everything shut down for the afternoon.

You just never know when one of those moments is going to come along that you will never forget; one summer weekend, Sandy Becker and her husband, Jim, were planning a fun day at a popular amusement park with some of their friends. Not only was she very excited about many of the thrill rides, but because she knew her husband’s coworker, Mark, would be there as well.

Tad was on his way up in the corporation; he could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and he finally seemed to be making a good impression on his boss. He knew that competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn’t going to be enough. Tad knew that he was going to have to look the part as well.

Part One

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.

Well, it turned out that she was not home at the time, but her friend, Melanie was visiting other friends in the apartment next door. Melanie was 48 year old,beautiful brunette with a body of an 18 year old. So I told Melanie that, I was hungry and I also told her I could not make it home because my road was under water.Well, when I told her my situation,Melanie,said that I could go to her place, where she would make me breakfast, allow me to use her shower, and even wash my clothes,I mean after all we are good friends. So I took her up on her offer.

Mrs. White beamed triumphantly as she fixed her daughter’s hair in the mirror. Katelyn White was gorgeous, her long blonde tresses gathered elegantly on top of her head, looking the picture of youthful purity in her white satin wedding gown. Tears of joy came to Mrs. White’s eyes as she pictured her daughter walking down the aisle with John Barton.

Work kept me from going into college after high school. The scramble for rent money, groceries, internet access and all the other necessities kept me postponing higher education for years – until I was a man witnessing the last of his twenties.

My high school graduation was a time of firsts. For my school, it was the first time every graduating student was over the age of 18. For my best friend, Cyndi, it was the first time she had the courage to prove her stepfather wrong about something and actually graduate. For me, it was the first time I had sex with a boy. And the first time I had sex with a girl. And the first time I had sex with more than one person at once – and…well you get the idea!

I’m just a regular guy in most ways, married for 6 years, working hard for a living, paying off a mortgage and I must add that sex with my wife Gabby has always been exceptional, creative and very, very satisfying. Even though she had never acted on it, Gabby was always aware of my fantasy for pussy pee. When she comes into the bathroom while I’m shaving and pees into the toilet, I stand there, my shaver buzzing across my face, imagining that she was standing over me, with pussy spread and her sweet warm pee trickling all over my body. Just the thought of her warm golden nectar splashing across my bare skin would give me a full-blown woody.

“Can hardly back out now” Emeline told herself.

Its that time off year and basketball fever is in the air and with all the wild and hunky players in town it was time to spend some time with my roommate who wanted me to hang out with him and watch a few games. I’m not a huge basketball fan but Mike convinced me that the team he really wanted to see was one of the hottest teams and had the horniest of players… It took a lot of arm-twisting to get me to agree to hang out for long periods of time but hey what are mates for.

The Delta Queen pulled out of Natchez on 12 August 1853, heading north. The Mississippi was vast, making it hard to see the far bank. A soft, warm flower-scented wind blew in from the south, the nightly sea breeze which cooled the valley for at least a hundred miles.