Sex at work

I woke up around ten thursday morning with a terrific erection. Today was a
vacation day, and I was sleeping in, dreaming of Christy W—–. Reaching
behind me I picked up the phone, dialed work, and asked for her.

“This is Christy,” she answered.

“Hi Christy, Dave,” I said.

“Hi Dave. How you doing?”

“OK. Say, can you come to see me right now? I live about half a mile from

“What? Now? What for?”

“I just woke up, and I was dreaming about you. I’ve got something here for
you, and I’d love to see you,” I said.
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Smut Ebony Tale

Easy, someday, Susie and I will go shopping for lingerie, and then
model it for you. We will go to Victoria’s Secrets, I know you would
probably prefer something from Frederick’s or Linda’s Lovelace, but
the items from Victoria’s are the difference between blatantly sexy
and sensual. Well, after we go shopping, we drop by your place, just
as you are getting home from work. We tell you to go sit down, and
we excuse ourselves to go get undressed and re-dressed. Susie got
herself a pair of real silk black hose, black tap pants, black garter
belt, and black lace see through bra. Continue reading Smut Ebony Tale

Homecoming Queens vagina

Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work
out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde tenth grader was the
most beautiful cheerleader in the junior class. All the boys in school
were constantly trying to get into her pants, and to be honest with
you, my own heart would literally do a flip flop imagining what it
would be like to fondle her large breasts that were constantly peeking
out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kids wore despite
strict dress codes.

Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a
moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of
parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived
for the day the opportunity might arise to show her the value of
taking instruction from an older, more mature person – one that has
been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan seemed to know the score,
and I was positive that none of the kids her own age could possibly
bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body must
crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the
sacred secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that
delectable Homecoming Queen’s vagina. Continue reading Homecoming Queens vagina

Bus Stop Blowjob

I hadn’t been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscular
man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me. It was
just beginning to get dark. The long shadows had disappeared, and the weak
light of a closed auto parts store accross the street cast a moonlike glow
over the nearby trees and shrubbery. I nervously pulled my purse nearer,
looking down.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Barbara,” I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to my
hands. His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gaze
had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenly
felt totally nude. Continue reading Bus Stop Blowjob