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The “Thing” that she cant resist

Just so you know–His penis is normal size-Her breasts are B’s-Are are those of Phil and Janet.-They do not do ANAL-None are cruel to another-Birth control is practiced by all.
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My son Don and I always had an easy going and fun relationship. His father died when he was ten leaving us well fixed financially. He had also been a guy who kept things light and open. Don picked this up and also learned that when daddy said NO that it was time to stop.
We adjusted mainly by adopting that same attitude about things and in that vain keeping the mourning light. For example one of us might sneak up behind the other and poke them in the ribs then look innocent and say “Daddy’s Ghost is back”. As time went on Don might also pinch my behind lightly as his father used to do then get all innocent looking.
On Don’s 18th birthday I had a swim party for him and about twenty friends. They left about midnight having been perfect guests and pretty much straightened things up first. Don and I sat on the screened in porch and I got out some wine coolers and we proceeded to get just a little bit high.
About one in the AM after I had locked up and changed into my oversized sleep shirt I came back out to say goodnight. Don apparently was in his room and I stood in the dark looking at the moon reflecting on the lake and feeling quite content.
A moment or two later Don came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening mom.” As he spoke I leaned back into him.
I could feel the outline of his penis which may have been slightly engorged but was not anywhere close to being erect. Don nuzzled my neck and kissed me just below my ear. It was a very pleasant embrace. After another minute as we made ready to separate Don slid his hands upward and cupped my breasts. He made a very gentle pinch through my night shirt in the area of my nipples.
“Oh. Oh.” He said. “Dads ghost is back again.”
I turned around within his arms locking my hands around his neck. I pushed my pelvis against his feeling him become erect as I did.
“No Don. That was you and you alone. Thanks for the compliment.”
With that I kissed him full on the lips putting a little tongue into the kiss then separated and went toward my room.
“What compliment mom?”
“Son. A real woman is always complimented when a desirable man becomes erect for her. Good night.” I added firmly.
I was horny but this was not the time. I would solve my horny problem with my fingers not with my son. He was too immature to handle that problem at this stage of his life.
Well Don went off to Emory Riddle in Florida getting a good education and learning how to fly with the best of them. I hardly saw him until he finished. He had signed up for the Air Force getting a direct commission and was to report for indoctrination in mid September when he graduated in May.
I was not exactly sex starved while Don was away. I did have my friends Janet and Phil. About once a month we would get together at either their place or mine. Usually our first encounter would be he, she and me. Our second some variation of the same.
By then Phil would usually be done for a while and after a short respite it would be Jan and me. Because of what went before that encounter might be quite sloppy however having been waiting a month it was usually well worth the wait.
After sleep and a shower and some food it was time for me and Jan to do something different that we had dreamed up during our month apart. It usually involved a toy or toys. As departure time approached Phil would be ready and waiting and either she or I or possibly both of us would close the weekend having received a mouth full of cum.
The pleasant memory would hold me for a week sometimes two. Then it was time for busy fingers and my toy collection. About two weeks after Don’s graduation and his return home Phil and Janet came for the weekend.
We three stayed chaste over Friday night. On Saturday Janet begged Don for a boat tour of the lake and a picnic on one of the numerous islands. Phil and I were in, or rather on, the bed by the time the boat was a quarter mile off shore.
I learned later that it took Janet less than an hour to get Don’s cock inside of her. Being young he scored three hits followed by a home run scored when he came deep in her throat.
As summer rolled on Don and I quickly settled down to a routine. There was a lot of man’s chores to be done and Don took them on with vigor. I had a part time job which left me with enough time for my household chores. One interesting tid bit of information came to light.
Meanwhile while doing Don’s laundry I found that almost every pair of underwear was stuck together with dried cum. When he had first begun this habit years before I had made him wash his own but after a year or two I had relented telling him that I preferred he use them than to mess up something else.
The thought of him masturbating in his bedroom as I was masturbating in mine soon had me thinking thoughts of doing things with him that society did not condone. I had finally made up my mind that if my son made another pass that I would catch it, but several weeks went by during which nothing happened.
It was a Wednesday night. We had just gone to bed. I was lying there with two fingers plunging in and out of my wet pussy and my skinny vibrator tickling my clit when all hell broke loose.
It was dark and raining when lightning struck a nearby tree exploding it into pieces some of which were raining down on the roof. At the same instant the lights went out. On the bedroom side of the house which faced the woods that was virtually total darkness. Still naked I ran to the front of the house.
In the hall I collided with Don. We tangled limbs and fell to the floor. As we fell to the floor I found out two things very quickly. First, he too was naked. Second, his hard prick was jabbing me in the side. I grabbed it and said.
“I see what you were doing when you were rudely interrupted.”
It took him a moment to reply then he said back to me.
“I know that you don’t sleep naked so just was it that you were doing?”
As we spoke we somehow got upright and strolled to the window. The trunk of the tree which had been struck was still glowing but in the hard rain it didn’t seem to pose a danger.
I stood on the screened porch which was dry although a bit chilly. My arms were wrapped around myself and I began to tremble. I couldn’t tell if I was trembling with fright or from the excitement of knowing that my naked son was close by. The memory of a previous encounter filled my mind. Just then I felt his arms encircle me.
Suddenly it was four years earlier. His hard prick was standing upright pressed between his belly and my lower back. I took his hands in mine and guided them upward. They seemed to need no guidance as they found and cupped my breasts without hesitation.
My nipple jumped to attention. Don’s thumbs and forefingers began manipulating them. They grew even longer and harder, just like miniature penises. I slid his left hand across my body to my right breast. I urged his right hand downward to my quivering pussy.
Again I felt no resistance. In just seconds his middle finger was sliding up and down between my slippery pussy lips. After several ups and downs his finger stopped to pay homage to my clit. By then my knees were weak as my body quivered.
Don pulled me back several steps turning me around as he did. He came in contact with a double wide cushioned wicker bench. He sat guiding me to sit facing him on his lap. My knees on each side of him and my dripping pussy poised over his hard cock.
There was no argument from me as I held his penis to guide it to it’s target. Feeling it at the cave’s entrance I let it go and lowered myself slowly enjoying to the fullest the sensation of it sliding into my aching vagina then onward to the entrance of my uterus.
It certainly was not entering virgin territory but it was producing sensations through my body which were seldom felt. An image flashed across my brain of a glorious fuck with my first love in the total privacy of a cabin cruiser floating free in the Long Island Sound.
I held my breasts up to Don’s lips to be suckled as I began to ride that wonderful instrument of pleasure. He did just that for several minutes until my body began to signal it’s need to orgasm. I put a hand on each of his shoulders as we found that rhythm of glorious intercourse.
The speed of our movements increased as did the length of our strokes. Then as they say we got to the short strokes. Those rapid short strokes which signal the approach of orgasm. Then I felt Don’s hot cum fill my insides then my own orgasm as my greedy cunt tried to milk the last drop from the end of that wonderful appendage.
We kissed as we came down from our highs then snuggled as sleep almost over came us. We aroused ourselves and found our way to my bed where we fell asleep with our arms and legs intertwined. It was barely light when the need to pee awoke me.
I climbed slowly and carefully from the bed. The blinking clocks told me that power had been restored but not what the time was. It didn’t really matter. I showered, as I did I rinsed away the copious amount of cum which had dripped down my legs.
I was reminded of a session with three guys back in my late teens. They left my pussy and my stomach full. A very pleasant memory. I returned to the bedroom. The sheet had slipped down and Don’s cock was standing straight and hard. The desire to take it into my mouth was almost more than I could bear.
Then I realized that it was a work day. I needed to find the correct time. “My watch.” I thought. “Where is the stupid thing? On the dresser dummy.”
That’s where it was and I was happy to find that it was only 5:05 AM. I heard the bath room door close then the sounds of the shower. I ran to the kitchen to start the coffee then returned to the bedroom and straightened out the bed sheets. I was posed on the bed when my son re-entered the room.
“Hi mom.” He said sheepishly. “Are we OK?”
“More than OK my handsome son come here and let me see that thing rapidly coming erect as we speak.”
I held my open hand crotch high as Don approached the bed. When he was close enough I cupped it in my hand before tightening my hand and pulling him closer.
“I’m so happy that we have time before you leave to do all those thing I want to try with you. And you sir, do you have a list too? You must have had various fantasies.”
Yes I do but right now I just want to crawl between your legs and screw you missionary style. May I?”
“Silly question, please do.”
By the time my son positioned himself my pussy felt as if it had swelled to at least double it’s normal size. As his cock head touched the correct spot I thrust my pelvis forward encasing his entire length inside of me. Don stopped for a moment apparently savoring the feeling before he said.
“God mom. I’ve never felt anything like this. I feel like my penis is in a molten pool of hot liquid.”
“Part of that are my hot juices part is your own hot cum. There’s still some in there. I cleaned off the excess that drained out but part of it is still in there.”
With that I locked my ankles behind my son’s rump and began fucking. I have a favorite action which doesn’t always work out but in this case we got into it without and adjustment. It’s kind of circular. First I like to lift my rump off the bed a couple of inches.
Then impale myself with my partners cock hard and deep. Then as we separate to start the next stroke I drop my ass back down which causes him to massage my clit. So it’s round and round and round we go faster and faster until someone or hopefully both of us come.
Well Don came first. His cock pulsed and my cunt was suddenly warmed as his cum filled it. Just as I sensed his final spurt my body reacted. And how it reacted. I trembled and shook and gyrated and made noises which made no sense whatsoever. When we finally were quiet I knew that I had been thoroughly and completely fucked. We were a good team.
Now I was going to be late for work. I called in as I started coffee and pleaded a flat tire. Then put out some cereal and fruit and milk for a quick breakfast. I spread a kitchen towel under me as I sat to protect the chair from my leaking pussy. Don came in and after a passionate kiss joined me for a quick breakfast.
That afternoon just about five minutes after I got home I was kneeling on the bed with my naked ass hanging over the side. My son was behind me with his cock stroking in and out of my hot cunt. I dropped my head to the mattress and let him do all the work. He didn’t have to work hard or long.
It was over in seconds, at least our first orgasms were, but that didn’t stop us. The second took longer, perhaps five minutes followed by total collapse side by side across the king size bed.
A couple of hours later I awoke. As I arose to attend to my bodily functions I took a minute to enjoy a look at my son’s semi erect penis. I couldn’t help myself. I bent intending to kiss the tip but instead took it into my mouth and lick and sucked it to it’s full size.
As Don came awake I greeted him saying. “That’s just a promise of things to come. The operative word being come.”
Fifteen minutes later as I had the shower water just right Don entered the bathroom and joined me. We rinsed and soaped and kissed and petted until the water began to run cold. Later we sat on the porch in our altogether sipping a cold beer and watching the boaters enjoy their time on the lake.
The phone rang. It was Janet inviting me to join them for a weekend cruise on their cabin cruiser.
“Of course.” I said. “Can I bring Don.”
“Is that going to work? It’s pretty hard to keep a secret on a forty foot boat.”
“No secrets needed.” I replied.
A few seconds went by before Janet said. “Do you mean that you and Don ………………Wow. How exciting. Yes, yes, yes. Bring him by all means.”
It was about ten that night that we turned off the TV and met in my bed. Once there my son’s tongue and fingers caused me several orgasms as I swallowed his cum for the first, but by no means the last time.
As the trip approached I was totally horny visualizing the various activities that might ensue. With that in mind I made some calls and changed the arrangements. The proposed 48 hour trip ended up being five joy filled days.
The five days were indeed a sexual blast. We each enjoyed each of the others. Then we tried the various combinations of three and finally those of four.
It was a summer to end all summers but there was no more.

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The Beast Within Chapter 2

The second chapter of “The Beast Within”, a story about a young man bitten by a wolf who then transforms into a beast. He seeks out the nearest person to unleash his desires upon… His Mother. The second chapter takes place from the point of view of the mother.

True Story

Fucked by 10 Men

Little bit of back story for those of you who haven’t been following my sexual adventures over the last decade. Alex is a guy I knew through a group of guys I hang out with, here on the coast north of Sydney. I was, and still am, completely in the closet with that group of people. So, four years ago when Alex outed me as being the famous Aussie Speedo Guy, I was terrified he would share that information with our social group.

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Losing virginity to my best friends hot mother

Hey, my name is Steven, I’m 19 years old, a tall blonde haired guy with blue eyes and extremely white teeth. I happened to be very skinny which is in most cases is not funny as a guy, you want to be strong and athletic especially as you grow older. My best friend was a girl who looked more like her father then her mum, ‘cause her mum was extremely beautiful and she was, in all honesty, kind of ugly. I feel really sorry for her, but since we’re friends it doesn’t matter all that much. However, I always had this crush for her mum… she had tall black hair, blue eyes, average sized boobs a nice well rounded ass and beautiful feet. Oh yes, I forgot to mention I have somewhat of a foot fetish… not the creepy kind though I did like to watch at feet once in a while. I’ll be telling you how I lost my virginity to this beautiful mother on a nice hot summer day.
It was the last the day of school, Carla, my best friend, told me we should celebrate this by watching a movie at her place around 6 pm. I agreed we should but told her it would be a little bit hard to get home after a certain hour since the bus wouldn’t come after 10pm. She told me it was no problem and that I could spend the night at hers, her mother is okay with me sleeping over, she knew we wouldn’t be having sex since we were really good friends. But the man that I am I did think about it once in a while… I just never had the courage to make a move. I finished up class earlier then Carla did since we both had different subjects we studied but I was welcome to come over earlier is what her mother said, so I would be going to hers at around 2pm and just wait for her to come home.
I was sitting in the bus waiting to get out at her place, when I arrived I quickly took my back and walked to her house and knocked on the door. Her mum opened the door and smiled; “well hello Steven, aren’t you early.” I smiled back, walked in and started undoing my shoes. “so how are you Steven, had a great last day at school?” said Carla’s mum. “yeah” I answered while struggling to undo my left shoe. I got up and asked “And how are you, miss Kennedy?”
She sighed; “oh Steven all this formality, you should know I am named Jane by now.” I laughed and said: “oh well, I am sorry miss Jane” and I started walking to the living room. “But to answer your question” she said while smiling “I am great.” I knew she was lying, her husband had left her 3 years ago and she was desperately searching for another man, or at least that’s what Carla told me. I sat down on the couch and Jane sat down next to me too. She took of her socks and lay down her feet, she caught me looking at them and said: “do you like my new nail polish?” Her feet were really beautiful, her toe next to her big toe being slightly taller and her nails were covered in black nail polish: “yes, I love black nail polish on woman” I said smiling. She was used to me talking this way and giggled: “you’re the sweetest boy, Steven.” I blushed, and tried watching the TV, but it was off. I smell of her sweaty feet were filling my nose and my dick became a little hard, not the kind someone would notice, luckily. Jane looked at me and said: “so, Carla won’t be coming home until 6pm, what would you like to do?” A quick thought went through my head, oh if only I could have sex with her my dream would come true. Obviously you don’t say such a thing to your best friends mother so I quickly answered: “ well, I don’t know.” She laid down one of her feet on my legs the smell filling my nose even more. “I heard you can do some great massages from Carla, now I would like to experience that.” This came as a total surprise to me, I mean I did gave Carla a massage once but only because her feet were sore, and I disliked hers. However, I wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by so I grabbed her feet and start rubbing it. “yes, I’m quite good at it here let me show you.” I started to rub her feet slowly, and softly going from her heels to her nice looking toes.” She moaned a bit, hmm this is really, really good steven. Meanwhile my dick became rock hard and I tried to hide it. “She looked me in the eyes with a seductive expression. Was she enjoying the massage this much, I wondered? I still had issues hiding my boner so I moved one leg up the couch making it nearly invisible or at least that’s what I thought. She quickly looked at my dick, and said with a low seductive voice: “Steven, I’ve seen you look at me.” I was shocked to hear this and replied with a surprise and somewhat of an admitting tone in my voice: “w-what do you mean?” Jane moved a bit and surprisingly started rubbing my dick with her other foot while whispering “ I know you’ve got a crush on me, we’ve got around 3 hours left steven, what do you want to do?” I was stunned, was this actually happening? Her feet started rubbing my dick a bit harder and I became hard as a rock … it felt great. I definitely knew what was going on at this point, so I grabbed the foot I was rubbing earlier and started sucking her toes: “I want to have sex with you” I replied. She smiled and started to undress while she was still rubbing my dick with her right foot. Her left foot tasted amazing, a sweaty and delicious sweet taste filled my mouth and I could see her bra by now. She got on her knees and took off my shirt and looked at my nipples… she started sucking and licking them. It felt surprisingly good, I didn’t expect it to feel this great to be honest but I softly moaned while she kept doing it. Meanwhile she kept rubbing my dick with her hand, and I tried to undo her bra. She kept licking my right nipple and she drooled while doing it, my belly was filled up with her drool but I didn’t mind. Once the bra was removed she got up and sat down on my lap with her pants still on. She was dry humping me and placed her left boob in my mouth. I began sucking it, my heart was beating really fast at this point. She moaned and I could feel her being wet through her pants. She sucked my earlobe and whispered with a horny voice, “I want you to rim me, I’ve got my asshole cleaned earlier this day.” She softly bit my earlobe and got up to place her boob in my mouth again and kept dry humping me. I sucked her nipple and started spinning my tongue around it, meanwhile she stopped dry humping me and tried undoing her pants. She took my hand and placed under her pussy, it was all wet and warm. By now my dick was so hard I never even knew it was possible. “don’t stick any fingers in there yet” she told me softly and she got up pulled me down so I was laying down. She undid my pants but kept my underwear on, she moved her ass towards my mouth and I knew what I needed to do. I started licking her asshole, and it indeed was clean so I slowly moved my tongue up there and started “eating” it. She moaned and gave me a horny look and undid my underwear. She was breathing on my rock hard dick and carefully placed her lips on my dick while spinning her tongue around my glans, it felt great. I was kind of nervous, but I didn’t came right away. She noticed so she did something I didn’t expect at all, Jane stuck one of her fingers slowly up my asshole and started rubbing my prostate. I wanted to stop her from doing it but it felt amazing, she stuck my penis up her throat entirely. I couldn’t hold it any longer, I moaned really hard and came in her mouth. I heard her swallowing my sperm, she got up once again and smiled: “this is your first time, isn’t it steven?” I blushed and told her: “yes, it is indeed my first time but with your guidance-“ “oh you talk to much Steven, let me shut you up.” She started sitting on my face with her pussy on my mouth. It smelled great, and I immediately started licking her clitoris, however my curiosity was really big so I decided to stick my tongue in her pussy. This taste and feeling was amazing, it was a little bit slimy but warm. She moaned really hard: “oh my god, yes you’re a good boy, lick my clitoris again.” I decided to stay in there with my tongue a little longer and then move forward to her clitoris. She was okay with it and kept moaning, I felt a little bit of cum coming out of her, but I knew there was more to come out. So I started licking her really fast, she started moving her hips and was breathing and moaning really fast now. She became real wet at this point and the next thing I know she started squirting in my mouth. It tasted really, really good, sweet. It just kept coming and coming and I drank it like I was drinking a glass of water. She kept moaning really hard and for a moment I thought, but what if the neighbours hear this? She noticed a worry face and seemed to understand me, don’t worry Steven, no one can hear us. She moved her pussy down to my dick which became rock hard in an instant again, meanwhile kissing me passionately. She was rubbing her wet vagina over my dick and stuck her tongue in my mouth, luckily I didn’t taste anything of my own sperm and I kissed her back. While rubbing her wet pussy over my dick she took it with her hands and stick it into her pussy. It felt warm and wet, we had no condom but I didn’t care at this point. She started moving and I felt the glans of penis rubbing against her wet inner pussy. She looked seductively at me and said: “ since this is your first time, I will do all the work.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, there was no better feeling in the entire world. She kept moving and moving real fast now, meanwhile she was moaning and breathing heavily. I felt sperm moving it’s way up, when I was giving myself a handjob I would stop it so I could cum quietly but she didn’t stop and no one would hear us. My belly was all wet of her pussy and we were sweating really bad but I didn’t care, Jane moved her head towards my head while quickly moving her hips. Even though she would be doing all the work I would go up and own with my hips aswel. She softly moaned in my right ear, and said: “we’re going to come together.” She started moaning really hard right now and I felt cum coming out over pussy, I was so horny I came again at that same moment and we both moaned really hard. She kept laying on top of me and I was really soothed at this point. She looked seductively at me once again moving one eyebrow up saying: “we’ve got 2 more hours left, let’s go upstairs.”
Ladies and gentleman, this was the first part for now… my English isn’t all this great but I wanted to try writing this anyway, I really hoped you enjoyed it and let me know if you want to have the next part!

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man and gator

a man walks into a bar with an alligator on a leash and sits down to have a beer….after a few beers he realises he is out of money….so he stands up and says,”i bet anyone 500 dollars that i can put my dick in this gators mouth and close his mouth and then hit him in the head and my dick will be un marked when i pull it out”…so a man throws a 500 dollars down to see this….so the man drops his pants puts his dick in the gators mouth slammed it shut hits the alligator in the head with a bottle,pulls his dick out and it is un marked….the man says,”now i will pay anyone 400 dollars if they wanna try it”….a hush fell over everyone,then a woman stepped forward and said,”i will but u got to promise not to hit me in the head

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The Writer: Part 1

The Writer
Part 1
Mike uttered an oath under his breath as he accidentally sliced open his thumb on a sheet of paper. Mumbling, he pushed his thumb in his mouth, pulled open a drawer, and pulled out a band-aid. Gingerly applying it, Mike leaned back and glowered at his blank computer screen.
The journalist was in his cubicle at work on the second floor, and was working on an assignment his boss had given him – his new position in the local paper. He had been the top investigative journalist until mere hours ago, but following a screw-up in the handling of a major story, he’d been shuffled down to writing the Sex Advice column under the pseudonym ‘Mr. Smooth’.
The blond man stared blankly at the screen, brow furrowed. He’d never written a sex column before, and had no clue how. Investigative journalism was very, very different. Don’t I have to wait for questions or something? I guess I could just make them up, or maybe-
“Um, excuse me? Are you Mr. Michael McPherson?”
Mike sat up straight, and turned his spinning chair around to face the cubicle opening, where a short, pretty woman stood with an inquiring look on her face, and a set of yellow folders marked “Questions”. Mike gave a nod, and said, quietly, a-la-emperor, “I’ve been expecting you.”
The woman raised an eyebrow at him, and then got the reference and allowed herself a grin. “I’ve been asked by the boss to deliver these papers to you. They’re apparently vital to this part of the paper, so make sure not to lose them?”
“What, are those the sex questions?”
The brunette blushed, and stuttered, “Uhm… yeah, I guess, technically, they are.”
“Brilliant, hand them over.”
The woman handed him the files, and as he took them, he glanced up at her face and said, “So, what’s your name?”
“Er, Giselle.”
“Nice to meet you Giselle. I’ll see you around, eh?”
“Sure.”
And with a swish, the busty young woman was gone from the cubicle, leaving Mike with a pile of questions. Sighing, he booted up the computer, picked up a mug of coffee he had next to the monitor, and braced himself for answering idiotic questions about how to re-invigorate sex life.
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Two hours later, Mike stretched, and stood up. He’d done about twelve questions, enough to fill approximately six columns. But he wasn’t just writing advice, he’d learned in a memo to his company e-mail. He’d be writing a full, sex related page.
“Fuck my life,” The 27 year old man muttered, rubbing his shaggy blond beard. “How the hell am I supposed to find that much content?”
Mike stumbled out of his cubicle, and made his way to the company lounge, where there was a tiny café, and a water fountain. Two workers were sitting at a table working on their laptops, and Giselle was at another table, sipping a cup of coffee while sifting through papers.
The muscular blond man made his way to the counter, ordered a cappuccino, and made his way over to Giselle’s table after he’d received it from the seventy-something year old running the booth. Dear God, doesn’t she have anything better to do with her life than serve coffee?
“Hey,” Mike intoned as he approached his new acquaintance. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
Giselle glanced up, seemed to recognize him from before, and smiled. “Yeah, go ahead… Mike, was it?”
“Yeah that’s it.”
Mike pulled out a seat from the table, sat down and gingerly put the coffee on to the wooden surface. He then blew on his heated-up hands to cool them, and said, “So, Giselle, what do you do at this company?”
“Hmm? Oh, I’m head of the business department.” Giselle took a minute to give a winning smile. “Not to sound conceited… but I’m the reason our newspaper is so damn good.”
They both worked for a huge company called Hopil inc. which makes product such as cheese, toiletries, and pretty much anything else you could think of. Car parts? Hopil. Baby toys? Hopil. Vastly oversized barbed green dildos? Probably Hopil, and on top of that, it has its own newspaper called “The Hopil Gazette”, but most people of the world simply call it “the Gazette”.
After all, there was no other.
The Gazette is known for two things- its risqué attitude towards things generally held as “taboo” by many western cultures, and its superb business section which has never yet been wrong. Clearly, he’d just discovered the reason why.
“Holy crap, that’s big,” Mike said, raising his eyebrows. “I used to work under Montgomery in investigative journalism as head of investigations. Now I’m running the sex page – kind of a huge drop, eh?”
“Hrmm,” The brunette smiled, thinking about it. That woman seemed to not be able to get a smile off her face. “That depends on your sources.”
“Er, what?”
“Well, if you get your sources right, the sex page can be a great job,” Giselle laughed. “After all, if your sources are… physical experiences, it can be a quite a rewarding job. Or, uh, so I can imagine.”
“Are you speaking from experience?”
She seemed surprised, or rather, taken aback by his question, and then laughed and said easily, “That’s for me to know, and you to likely never find out. You don’t need to know about the history of your job – merely the today of it. And right now, I’m guessing you have nothing.”
Solemnly, Mike nodded, and then said, “Honestly, I can’t think of anything. To me, Sex is kind of really overrated. It’s not something I’m that interested in – my libido has never been that high.”
Giselle’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she said, a tone of shock in her voice, “Really?”
“Er, yeah.”
“Mike, with that kind of attitude, you’ll never last as the Sex page writer. We need to be risqué, not boring old “Missionary. Herp derp, I don’t even like sex”. Be wild! Be free! Be sexually acti-”
“Er, Giselle, do we really need to be having this conversation?”
“Yes,” she said decisively. “Do you need help with content?”
“Well, yeah, I d- Hey, wait… Giselle, what’re you offering?”
The curvaceous brunette wiggled her eyebrows at me in a very suggestive manner, as if to say ‘really, you ought to know what I’m offering. Are you really that de-sexualised?’, but in reality all she said was “You’ll see, Mike. You’ll see.”
Giselle finished her coffee, and packed up her papers in a folder. She then fixed the tie on her business suit, and said, “Follow me – I’ve got some content to show you. It’s up in my office though, so if you’re willing to take that long out of your break…”
Mike nodded, and stood up to follow the business woman as she walked towards the stairs out of the lounge to the fourth floor of the building. He chucked his paper coffee cup, and followed her upstairs to a room with a tinted glass door that read “Giselle Evans, Head of Business.”
Mike slowly closed the door behind him, and looked in to see two spinning chairs of far superior quality to his own, an ASUS UL80V laptop on her desk, and a large, shaded window looking out on the beaches of San Jose. There didn’t appear to be any kind of security in the room, something that Mike found slightly alarming, but he didn’t mention it to the business head, who seemed to be staring longingly out over the San Francisco bay.
“So, Mike, you’ll need a huge amount of content to maintain the page like this. I suggest the boss did it on purpose to bring you down. You need content…”
“But where do I find-”
“You need content,” Giselle interrupted, “like this.”
She turned around to face Mike, and he was shocked at what he saw. Giselle had opened her overcoat, and had unbuttoned her shirt as well, leaving the only article of clothing between Mike’s eyes and her tanned chest her small, nearly invisible bra, which held what must have been D breasts. The sex writer blinked as he felt a twinge in his crotch area as his cock began to fill with blood and erect.
“Giselle, what-”
“You said you needed content…” she said as she walked seductively towards him, bringing her face mere inches away from his, her breath smelling sweetly in the air around him, her body odour overwhelming in its gentle and loving touch.
“Er… b… but we only just met…” Mike said, putting up only token resistance. Giselle’s brow furrowed, and she said, “You talk too much, and pulled him in to a full on French kiss, her tongue pressing against his lips begging for entrance so that they could explore the cavern that was his mouth.
And after only a moment, his will power gave way, and he was kissing her back, his mouth opening and allowing her tongue in, as well as invading her mouth with his. His hands ran up her outer thighs, along her ass, and stopped at the top of her ironed pants. His hands ran up the inside of her suit jacket, and gently, he helped her shrug out of it, and draped it on the back of the chair, not breaking off the kiss.
Meanwhile, Giselle’s hands roamed on Mike’s chest, unbuttoning his own jacket, pulling it off, and running her hands along the sides of his torso. She started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and when she had it fully unbuttoned, pulled it off of his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested except for a tie.
Mike was running his hands along Giselle’s waist, and stopped when he reached near the bottom of her bra. He pushed, along with her help, the shirt off of her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering what would happen if passer-bys looked in. Then, he decided it didn’t matter – and the panes were frosted anyways.
The blond man pressed his hands against Giselle’s bra, and squeezed her breasts through it. The one hand still groping her boobs, his other hand slid down to her back, and grabbed her ass, squeezing it gently. He gave it a slight slap, and Giselle squeaked. He then brought his hand back up to her bra again.
“Go ahead,” she murmured, breaking the kiss. “Take it off.”
Clumsily, Mike unclipped Giselle’s bra, and let it too fall to the floor. Now, her tanned breasts were free from their constraints, and her perk, erect nipples were clearly visible. Her hands came up to cup her breasts, and as she pushed herself back in to the kiss, she whispered, “By the way… this is only part of your content. If you come back tomorrow, I’ll have… other things for you.”
Mike’s hands came up, and grasped her tits, one in each hand. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, and slowly kissed his way down from her mouth to her neck, and from her neck to her shoulders, and from her shoulders to her boobs. Mike pressed his lips to her left nipple, and then opened his mouth, trying to put as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. His tongue moved around her areola in swirls, arousing sensations that made Giselle literally moan.
Mike’s groin was getting more and more uncomfortable as time went by, as his boner was getting more and more pronounced. There was a clear tent in his pants, and from time to time Giselle would rub against it, making it twitch and send twinges up through his body. Finally, after Giselle decided to grind against him, she noticed this tent, and said, “Oh, Mike – I’m sorry, you must be in agony right now.”
The fact that he wasn’t actually in agony didn’t cause Mike to protest as the business director went down on her knees and undid the catch on his pants. She pulled his boxers and pants down to his knees, letting his seven inch cock escape its prison to stand fully at attention.
With a devious smile, Giselle lowered her mouth and gave the cock’s head a kiss at the tip. She then started twirling her tongue around the tip of Mike’s cock, licking off the pre-cum that was welling up there. It tasted vaguely sweet, and left the business woman wanting more. Gently, she wrapped her lips around the cock’s head, and began sucking.
Mike let out a moan, and put his hand on the back of Giselle’s head to push her down. The busty brunette wrapped a hand around the base of the sex writer’s cock, and brought her head down further. Her tongue began to run along the length of penis she had in her mouth, and she began to make an up-down motion with her head, trying to give Mike as much pleasure as possible.
Needless to say, it was working.
“Oh, fuck, Giselle, that feels good…”
Giselle smirked up at him, not saying anything, just continuing her motion. She slowly added a circle motion, sending a twinge up his cock like lighting. He grunted, and then felt a growing pressure in his balls. Realizing what it meant, he hissed, “Giselle, I’m gonna cum…”
Giselle slowed down, and then pulled her mouth off of his cock. However, before he could complain, she brought up her D tits, and started rubbing his cock between them. She then spat on the cock head to lubricate it, and ran it between her boobs.
“Fuck, fuuuuck, I’m going to blow my lo-”
Mike got cut off by the moan which burst from his lips as strings of pearly white semen erupted from his penis, shot up on to Giselle’s face, her hair, her tits and in her mouth, and then felt an exquisite tingling sensation. Sighing, he pulled his dick out from between her tits, and pulled away as his dick began to shrink once more.
Giselle licked her lips, pulling any cum that was there in to her mouth, and then swallowed. She then lunged up, and caught Mike in a full on Kiss, straddling him and rubbing her cum-covered boobs against his chest. She then bent down to his ear, and whispered, “You’re not done yet, big boy…”
She then sat in his lap, grabbed both of her tits and pulled them up to lick the cum off of them. Then, she grabbed Mike’s hands, and put one on her tits, while the other she brought around her waist. Gently, she guided Mike’s hand down the inside of her pants, and then let go of his hand, giving him free reign.
The blond man understood now what she wanted him to do, and slid his hand into her panties. His fingers brushed against her pubic hair as it entered the much sought after realm of the female body. He prepared himself mentally to push his fingers in, and was just about to do it…Ring.
Giselle’s landline was ringing. With a pained look on her face, Giselle spun the chair around, kicked out so that it moved them both towards the phone, and picked up.
“Hello, Giselle Evans, Head of Business at the Hopil Gazette, how may I help you?”
“Ms. Evans, it’s Martha – I need your help, the figures aren’t balancing in that report you gave me. I think we may have a case of fraud, in which case we need to run that story as soon as possible.”
“I know how to do my job, thanks Martha,” Giselle snapped, and hung up the phone. She then turned her head, kissed Mike, and said, “I’m sorry Mike, I have to go – duty calls. My number’s on my desk though, give me a call, alright?”
Mike nodded, and Giselle grabbed some tissues from her table, and wiped the jizz off her face and breasts. She then threw out the tissue, pulled her clothes back on, tossed her hair, and with a forlorn at Mike left. The door slid shut, and the topless man could only think of one thing.Maybe this job isn’t so bad after all…

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Tom’s parallel world

Please, this is my first story, having enjoyed all your stories, I thought it time to add my fantasies..
Hopefully if you like it I will continue the thread, I have many more ideas on this one and more stories to come.
Be kind . constructive comments will be appreciated.
I tried not to make it too long, if you like the next instalments will be longer..

Fantasy

Esculentus Amor – Chapter 1

I am a succubus, a female demon that needs the seed of a man in order to live. We Succubi tend to keep large harrems of different men in order to keep a wide variety of meals. If a Succubus, or her male counterpart the Incubus, goes more than two days with no sperm, she will die. This is what my mother had told me, through the portal between Blanditia and Earth, where I was currently living.
My mother had brought me into the world of Blanditia, her second born, so no use to her. She greatly favored me above my sister, Illia, but I couldn’t take over her harem after her. This duty belonged to my elder sister. I could have been brought up in the same world as my mother and started my own harem, but she wanted me to go somewhere different. Having friends on Earth (she’d never told me how she grew to know them) that couldn’t concieve their own child, I was given to them at the age of six months. From then on, my mother contacted my parents frequently through a portal in an old TV of ours, training them in the difficulties of raising a succubus. Everything had been going fine for them, until I turned eighteen and grew fangs.
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I glared up at Robert as he prodded my elongated canine teeth with a long finger. His green eyes examined every centimeter of the gleaming white spears in my mouth, the fascination and fear playing tug-a-war with his face. I resisted the urge to clamp down on his finger and rest my aching jaws.
“Can yo sto now?” I asked, giving him a pointed glare until he removed his finger from my mouth.
“I’m sorry, Sade.” he said with a sheepish grin at me.
“Have you spoken with mother, yet?” I asked, opening and closing my mouth a few times.
“No, not yet. I wanted to wait for you.” Robert, my adopted, widowed dad said.
“Then let’s get on with it.” I replied, standing from the bed and walking slowly into the back room where we kept the portal between worlds.
Robert turned it on and changed the channel, and suddenly we were greeted by a smiling woman with long black hair and blue eyes. My mother, Laden.
“Smile for me, dear!” Mother said happily, right as Robert began trying to explain. I smiled, the pointed teeth startlingly small compared to my mother’s. She beamed.
“My baby’s finally grown up! You have your wings, yes?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“That’s a girl!”
“Ehem,” Robert cleared his throat, forcing Laden’s attention to him. “I need to know about the new feeding habbits, and anything else worth mentioning.”
“Oh yes, that.” she said, as though she’d forgotten I would die if not properly fed. “Well, she needs men now. Blood will no longer do, and she needs much more than just a few drops. She will need it within twenty-four hours, or she’ll die.”
“D-die?” I asked, incredulous. I thought I’d only need to feed once a week, not every day.
“What do you suggest, then?” Robert asked, clearly uncomfortable discussing his daughter’s sex/eating habits.
“I suggest she gets a boyfriend. Until then, I suggest prostitution. Or her daddy could help her.” Laden said the last bit with a devious grin. She waved and turned off the portal as Robert flushed a bright red.
“I can’t believe I’m about to tell my daughter about this…” he muttered to himself, then glanced at me. “Go to the hooters down the street and go into the bathroom. Use the stall farthest from the door. Kneel in front of the hole between the two stalls, and when you hear someone use it, stick your fingers through the hole and tap on the bottom. Some of the guys like to know sex, so if asked your gender, tell him. When you finish him off and he leaves the stall, leave yours and flirt with him. He may ask you for a relationship of some kind, offer a by-call basis.” Robert said the instructions with a strained voice, and I immediately wondered how he knew so much about glory holes.
“O-ok, thanks.” I said softly, feeling the muscles in my stomach clench. I left the house with an intense feeling of dread, something I shouldn’t have as a demon born to have sex.
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I kneeled in front of the hole, bored. It had been fifteen minutes since I’d gotten here, and no one had even entered the stall beside mine. When I finally did hear the door open and close, terror seized me. It took all of my courage to stick my finger through the hole and tap softly.
“Guy?” came a deep, soft voice from the other side.
“N-no, girl.” I answered, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.
I was waiting for a response when a large, hard penis was shoved through the hole. I almost squeaked in surprise and fear of it, but quickly composed myself and got into position in front of it. I hesitantly grabbed the base with my hands, then began licking the head. A soft groan echoed through the vacant bathroom, and I figured I was doing something right. So I took his whole head into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it, followed by another soft groan. Lowering my head further on his shaft, tickling it with my tongue, I began moving my hands along the base. He moaned again, and the stall creaked as though he’d leaned against it. I knew, as a Succubus, I had almost no gag reflexes, so I deep-throated his huge cock, the head tickling the back of my throat. Suddenly, his cock jumped and I felt my mouth fill with his hot cum. Gratefully, I swallowed every last drop feeling replenished. When I took his cock out of my mouth, after a thorough cleaning, I heard him pull his pants up and leave the stall. I followed.
He glanced sharply at me as I left the stall, his gaze swept from my toes to my head, taking in everything. Then the sharp brown eyes focused on me. I was surprised to see a good-looking man, having expected one of those men who couldn’t get girlfriends and resorted to these methods. He had shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and a muscular, toned body. He seemed just as surprised as me.
“Hey,” I said, giving him a large, flirty smile.
“Hi,” he said shortly, giving me a strange look.
“How was my first performance?” I asked, a girlish grin on my face.
“For a first, it was decent.” he said, obviously not wanting to talk to me.
“That’s not what it sounded like.” I said.
He sighed. “What do you want?”
“A relationship.” I said, giving up on hinting around. He glanced at me, but I couldn’t read his expression.
“For what?” he asked slowly.
“T-to pay for my mother’s hospital bills!” I said, surprising us both.
“Prostitution isn’t the only way of getting money.” he said.
“I know, but it pays a lot and quickly.”
“How would we go about it?”
“A by-call basis.”
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbled a number on it, then handed it to me. He gave me a brief smile. Then began leaving the bathroom.
“Wait!” I called, not wanting to leave on these terms.
“Yeah” he asked.
“Can we go somewhere?” I asked.
He watched my face for a long time. Then nodded. “Fine. I know a hotel, it’s where we’ll spend any nights together.” he said, leading me out of the restaraunt.
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The Epic First Time

Blair and Liam have been in love since Blair’s senior year of highschool. After a month of living together, Blair is finally ready to give up her virtue.

Fiction

Andy’s Dad

This is my first attempt at erotica, so please be merciful. I wrote this story as a request from another member I met a while ago (I had a different account at the tme). If you like my writing and have a fantasy you’d like me to write into a story, don’t hesitate to ask. My only conditions are these:
-Nothing about underage kids (16 is the age of consent in my country)
-Nothing about animals (they cannot give consent)
-Nothing about people being violated or otherwise abused against their will. BDSM is fine, so long as all parties consent.
Anyway here is the story. Hope you enjoy!!
Andy’s Dad
Part I
The girls couldn’t help but giggle a little as they looked at the screen. At 18, neither Andy nor her best friend Amy had felt the pleasure of a man’s touch. Amy’s finger scrolled down on the mouse wheel, revealing even more pictures. Neither of them was giggling now; instead they both gazed intently at the men on the screens. Amy started to scroll to the next page when Andy stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, holding on to Amy’s wrist, “look at that one!”
Andy pointed at an older man, in his mid 40s perhaps. His hair had a touch of grey but his smile revealed the confidence of age and maturity. There was not a hint of discomfort in his face and unlike the others they had seen up until this point, he did not look like he was posing for picture. It almost seemed to Andy as if the photographer had caught him in a candid shot and yet, he also looked as if he knew he was being watched. Andy’s eyes roamed his body, and her hand had already begun moving between her legs when her friend broke her gaze.
“What’s so special about him?” She said. “He’s kinda old.”
“He’s just so sexy though,” Andy retorted, “look at his eyes. I bet he knows how to please a girl.”
Amy looked at her friend confusedly. “I guess so. What about this guy though? Look at those abs!”
The mouse cursor was restingon a young, hairless man, with sparking muscle and shoulder length blonde hair, a bright white smile, and an erection bigger than either of the girls had seen up until that point.
“Look at the size of that thing…” Amy said, engrossed by the sight of his engorged penis.
But Andy could not look away from the older man they had come across. He was perfect in her eyes and the moisture between her legs confirmed her attraction. She knew she’d soon have to satiate her desires and could hardly keep her hands from drifting into position in her friend’s presence. ‘Amy must feel the same way’ she thought, looking down between her friend’s legs. Amy was totally absorbed by the man she examining on screen and hardly noticed Andy’s gaze. Andy stood up to go.
“I think I should go see if dad needs help with dinner.” She said.
“Sure.” Said Amy, eyes still fixed on the screen. “That’s a good idea.”
Andy smiled to her self as she left her friend’s room. “Bye Amy” she called back, “don’t forget our movie night tomorrow!”
“Ok. You too.” Amy yelled back disinterestedly.
Andy walked at a steady pace towards her father’s house. The southern California sun was hot, but it was the image of the older man which had Andy sweating today. As she turned the at the end of Amy’s street she felt a cool breeze lift her skirt up slightly and cool the inside of her thighs. That was when she realized the extent of her wetness. She needed to get home, she needed to take her skirt and panties off, she needed to satisfy herself and she needed to to it fast. Her pace quickened. She could feel the sweat now dripping down from her neck and behind her ears, slowly making its way down inbetween her perky breasts. She could not get that image out of her mind. The chest, strong and chiseled, the dark trail of hair leading down to his not yet erect penis, the grey eyes, which seemed to shoot beams of confidence and sexual energy out at her, and the masculine hands, worn from years of work, but still energetic and searching for a place on her body to rest. She finally opened the front door and was hit by a wave of cold air conditioned air.
“Andy! Is that you?” Her father yelled out from the living room. No time to talk. She had already started making her way up stairs to her room.
“Andrea!” He yelled out again. “Are you ok?”
She had made to the top of the stairs and turned around to find her dad looking up at her from below.
“I’m fine dad. I just need to change out of these sweaty clothes.”
“I’ve never seen you in such a rush.” He answered. “You look flushed. Are you sure everything’s ok?”
Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was her excited sexuality. Whichever it was, Andy knew she was no longer looking at her dad the same way she had done this morning when she kissed him on the cheek before heading to school. The hair around his temples had greyed a little. Her mother’s infidelity had made the past year difficult for him; she had found a younger man. For the first time since her mother’s betrayal, Andy had noticed, or at least thought she noticed, the sexual tension in her father’s countenance. She knew he had not been with a woman since her mother and, now more than ever, felt not only the emotional turmoil in his heart, but the sexual frustration in his step. His hazy blue eyes looked up at her and seemed to search her body, once resting on her breasts, once on her smooth, shapely legs, and finally on her slightly parted lips.
“Are you ok?” He repeated.
“Y-yes, daddy.” She replied meekly. “I just need to get out of these clothes.”
“Oh.”
“Because they are sweaty. And it’s hot.” She immediately added nervously.
“Ok honey.” He said, as he began turning back towards the living room.
“Oh one more thing dear. Don and I are going out to a pub tonight so you’ll have to make your own dinner tonight.”
“Ok dad,” Andy answered as she rushed into her room.
She closed her curtains and began tearing off her clothes as quickly as she could. She stood for a moment, completely naked, her arms and legs spread out, and let the cool air engulf her hot sweaty body. Her nipples hardened as the sweat evaporated from her heaving tits. She closed her eyes and slowly began running her hands down the length of her body, over her breasts and hardened nipples and down towards her wet pussy. The first touch sent shivers through her body. She began gently sliding her fingers between her lips, careful not to put slide them too deep into her young pussy. She had done this a few times before, but never had she been so aroused, so captivated by the image of the older man. She began moaning as she imagined his fingers exploring her young pussy. She was possessed by this image; he was the manifestation of sex in her mind. She could hardly feel the pain as she bit down on the fingers of her left hand, while her right furiously beat against her throbbing clit. With her eyes still closed and her mind overcome by images of well experienced hands holding her down, penetrating her, taking her to the heights of pleasure, she mounted a pillow on her bed and began frantically thrusting her hips across its surface. Torrents of pleasure rushed through her as she reached the height of sexual ecstasy.
As the orgasm dissipated she realized it was not the man she had seen on Amy’s computer she was imagining. The man who she just imagined herself riding, the man who had made her cum so violently was her father. She looked down at the stain on her pillow in amazement. The shuffling of feet behind her door made no impression on her.
Part II
Andy lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The initial shock had long been replaced by a sense of shameless curiosity. Her thoughts were nebulous, impossible to penetrate or identify. She could hardly tell what she was thinking and only knew how she felt. She recognized the thirst she had awakened that afternoon. She knew it could no longer be quenched by the beating of her hands or the swaying of her hips against fabric. Deep down she knew only one thing would satisfy her young desire, though she dare not admit it openly to herself.
Just as she felt the warmth once again returning to her loins, her phone’s vibrating shook her violently from her sexual reverie. It was Amy. The text read “Jose finally asked me out!!!” Andy knew Amy had been waiting a long time for her crush, but could not share in her friend’s excitement. In fact she could hardly understand why her friend was so interested in these boys. They held no fascination for her, no mystery. Arrogant, yet insecure, brash, yet cowardly, incapable of holding a conversation and interested only in themselves. She needed someone confident and interesting, someone to show her the world, while shielding her from its dangers. She knew exactly who she was imagining.
It was about 6 in the evening when Andy got out of bed, dressed in pjs and left her room, having satisfied herself as best she could without the aid of the man she had been dreaming of. She weakly walked down stairs, her legs trembling with every step, and poured a glass of cold water. The afternoon’s ecstasies had left her muscles weakened and tired. She dropped herself on the couch and turned on the tv. Stock market news. Her dad kept a close watch on the endless ebb and flow of stocks. Though these numbers would help determine her future, they held little meaning to her in youth. She cycled through a few channels, eventually landing on the ‘family channel’ and yet another preteen drama. She remembered enjoying these shows as a child and watching them now held a certain sort of nostalgic pleasure. She knew that the plots were poorly thought out and that the acting left something to be desired, but nevertheless, felt comfortable watching. Without thinking she crossed her legs, as she had done many years ago, and instinctively smiled at the weak attempts at humor coming from her tv. Yet, something was different now. The characters seemed over sexualized to her. The oldest in this show was no more than 13 and yet already had a boyfriend. Andy thought about herself at the age. She had no interest in boys. At 18, she still hadn’t had a boyfriend. She suddenly felt uneasy and turned the tv off.
She walked back up the stairs towards her room. Perhaps the internet would afford a few hours of entertainment instead. She drearily walked past the bathroom door, but doubled back when something caught her eye. Her dad had forgotten to close the door. It was slightly ajar. At first she decided to ignore it and started towards her room, but her curiosity was too strong. She tip toed her way towards the bathroom door, trying as hard as she could not to make a noise. The opening only gave her a view of the mirror and all she could see the reflection of the shower curtain. She could hear her dad inside drying off with a towel but could not see anything. Andy slowly adjusted her viewing angle, standing flat against the wall.
Her eyes widened as they found what they had been looking for. Her dad was drying off his dark hair, dripping wet and completely naked. Her heart began to race. She scanned his powerful body with her eyes. He had the body of a swimmer, if not for the black hair that covered his chest and ran down his stomach. She watched as beads of water ran danced through chest hair and ran past strong abs towards his long soft member. It hung there, limp, swaying with the movement of his arms as he furiously dried his hair. She watched as a single bead emerged from the hair around its base, and slowly tricked down the shaft, getting caught at the lip of the head, before forcing its way over, and sliding off his head as though it reached an imaginary target. The path it blazed was singed in her memory and in that moment she imagined it making its way down his thick shaft more times than she could even count. Andy was so mesmerized with what she was seeing that she did not even notice the wetness between her thighs. She swallowed the entire image, not allowing a single moment to escape her memory. Her eyes rested on every feature of his body, his nipples, hardened from the cold, his slender, toned thighs, his sculpted abs, covered by a thin layer of black hair, his biceps, flexing as his hands gripped the moistening toil, and his genitals bobbing with each motion. She had never seen a more perfect image of masculinity and sexual energy. Andy wanted nothing more than to burst into the bathroom and throw herself at him, offering her body as a sacrifice to the adonis she saw before her. She could almost feel his firm grip around her waste and his deep voice directing her every motion. Lost in her fantasies, her right hand had, without her bidding, found its way into her panties. Her middle finger circled her clit furiously. She looked back inside the bathroom and saw that he had turned away from her and had one leg raised on the edge of the bathtub. Her hand slowed as she took in this new image. His back was to her and she could see his butt for first time and, with legs slightly parted, his swaying ballsack as well. With her left hand she reached forward, almost hoping for a touch. He might as well have been a mile away but she could not help but hope. Without warning he turned around and looked directly at the mirror for the first time.
“Andy is that you?” He said, puzzled.
She immediately pulled her hand out of her pants and scurried off to her room, not daring to provide an answer to his inquiry. Her body burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had watched for so long! Why not get your fill and leave! Why sit there and watch when you know he will eventually see you! She had been transfixed by his nakedness and could not hope to answer these questions. She rushed into her room and shut the door, breathing heavily, her cheeks flaming red. She paced around the room not know what to do next. Does she go back out there and act like nothing happened? Does she simply stay in her room until the next morning and hope he forgets? But how could he forget something like that? She slumped onto her bed not knowing what to do. Then came a knock at her door.
“Andy?” His deep voice said.
“Yes dad?” She meekly offered back.
“I’m heading out now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, ok sweetie?”
“Ok.” She could barely muster up the word.
“Love you dear” he said as he walked away.
“You too dad” she whispered.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he simply wouldn’t mention what happened. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as she was. Either way she was glad he did not bring it up. She was also glad that she had the rest of the evening to recall what she had seen and the privacy to enjoy it as thorougly as she pleased.
-Stay tuned for part III-

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An Aspiring Actress

Sheila was an aspiring actress. She wasn’t a very good actress. That didn’t really matter to me. She had big sad dark eyes, dark long wavy hair and thick lips. Hot, young, and she ALWAYS wanted to impress, she loved to suck cock, and that was a big plus too.
I had developed a program; a regiment for Sheila that I felt could help her develop her acting skills; in particular her concentration, emotional conveyance, and facial expressions. The theory behind the program was that focus and concentration could be improved by acting while being extremely distracted.
I bought a stack of index cards and wrote down a different feeling or emotion (happy sad scared…) on each card. I made a CD of songs that I knew she would hate (songs by “Vanilla Ice”, “Sony & Cher”,” Michel Bolton” and others). I also made a video tape which showed different Chinese Kanji characters displayed for about 5 seconds each.
Sheila stopped by at about 1:00 in the afternoon. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a little red top. It was a rainy Saturday.
“What a shitty day” she said sipping the coffee she had brought with her. “Now what is this little acting seminar you’ve prepared for me? I’ve been having trouble getting into my part. I got a rehearsal tonight a 6:00.”
The rehearsal she was referring to was for a local production she was acting in. I was a play written by a local “artist” and it was called “Pudding Pudding Stew!”. Sheila played a go-go dancer named Katrina. The play was opening the next week.
“Let’s go upstairs.” I said “ I’ll show you.”
I watched the seam of Sheila’s shorts ride up her round bottom as I followed her up the stairs into my bed room. Sheila walked to the futon on the floor and sat down. I handed Sheila the headphones and loaded the video with the Chinese characters on it.
“What you are going to want to do is watch the video I will play for you.” I explained as I handed her a note pad and a pen, “You will see a series of Chinese Kanji characters. Each will be displayed for about 5 seconds. I want you to copy each one as well as you can on to this notepad.”
“While you are doing that, I will display one of these cards to you” I said as I held up a card that said “ANGRY” on it.
“I want you to facially display the emotion that you see. And I want you to listen to this music cd I have prepared for you.”
Sheila put down the pen and note pad. “You want me to write Chinese characters while I make faces and listen to a cd you made?” Said Sheila. “That sounds weird, and stupid as fuck.”
“At least let me finish.” I pleaded
“Ok…”she said putting her hands on her hips with a smirk on her face.
“Ok. First you’d have to take your shorts off so I can prep you” I said “We’re going to need the devices.”
“OH! Ok! Said Sheila. She knew that by “devices” I had meant sex toys. “Now this is sounding interesting.” She said as she sat up and unsnapped her shorts and took them off.
“Take off your top too” I said.
Sheila had on a little black sports bra and a pink and blue polka doted thong. I grabbed a couple of pillows and Sheila obediently lay down face down on the pillows pointing her cute round buns skyward. She knew the position well. I moved towards her and pulled the thong out of her ass crack and spread her buns apart wide. I kissed her softly all around her butt hole which kind of resembled an extremely active mollusk as it puckered and gaped. Spreading her butt cheeks further, I rammed my tongue as far up her ass as I could and feasted on her bung pie for a few minutes.
“Oh Sheila, your bunger is so yummerz!” I said as I reached over and grabbed the K-Y and a small butt plug and proceeded to lube up her wet gaping anus. I pushed the plug up her butt as she let out a soft sigh. Next I grabbed a vibrator, lubed it up and slid it into her drenched pussy and turned the vibration on slow.
“Oh yes!” said Sheila moaning softly.
“OK. Now were almost ready to get started” I said handing her the headphones. She put them on her head and reached for the pen and paper. I undid my pants and stuck my stiff shlong in her face.
“Hey” Sheila blurted out. “What’s up with that?”
“Oh.” I replied, “while you’re making faces based on the index cards I will be showing you, listening to the CD I made you and coping down the Chinese Kanji characters on the video, you will also need to give me a killer blowjob with a butt plug in your ass and a vibrator in your cunt. That way you will be distracted visually by watching the video and audibly distracted by the music on the CD. Your hand eye coordination will be occupied by you trying to copy the Chinese Kanji characters. You will also be mentally occupied facially displaying the emotion on the card I will be showing you. You will be irritated because all the music I put on the CD is music I know you hate. You must also contract your vaginal muscles to keep the vibrator from slipping out of your slippery wet cunt. The butt plug will affect how you do that. Your mouth and tongue will be busy orally stimulating my penis. You’ve never done this?” I asked with a surprised look on my face.
“No.” She said.
“Well let’s get started.” I said as I picked up the index cards. She put the headphones on and I started the tape. I could hear the first bit of “I’ve Got You Babe” as Sheila shot me a “what the fuck” look and plopped my half hard dick in her mouth and picked up the note pad and pen. I started the video and Sheila was soon scribbling on the notepad.
I flipped over the 1st card. It said “SLEEPY” on it. Sheila immediately half closed her eyes, blinking and seemingly trying to stay awake as she continued writing on the note pad. She slurped on my stiffening penis sucking it further into her mouth while licking at the bottom furiously.
I flipped to the next card. It said “FRIGHTENED”. Sheila’s eyes opened wide. She looked like she was about to scream as she let my cock out of her mouth a bit, licked my piss slit and whimpered. She continued to scribble at the note book.
The next card I flipped over said “SILLY”. Sheila struggled to make a goofy grin with my rock hard cock in her mouth. She looked at the TV quickly and scribbled in the notebook then she looked at me with her goofy grin, crossed her eyes and took a long slurping suck of my prick.
This went on for about 30 minutes with Sheila going through the whole deck twice before I shot a hot full load of my creamy baby batter down her guzzle snout.
She came back later and said that her practice was great. She felt much better about the plays opening. We continued my training program regiment that week and I attended the opening night performance. She was good during her talking parts, but when she wasn’t talking she just stood on stage making exaggerated facial expressions with her mouth in a cock sucking position.

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