Wife Becomes Black Cock Slut

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If my husband, Paul, had known how things were going to turn out, I don’t think he would have gotten himself into the situation he now is.

Paul and I met at college, married soon afterwards and have been together for 18 years. He is 42 and I am 41, but people tell me I look ten years younger. I guess I’m lucky in that I’m naturally slim and the little weight I have put on over the years has gone straight to my breasts, giving me a 36C 25 36 figure. I would be naïve if I didn’t admit that most of our male friends pay me particular attention at parties and quite a few have tried to feel me up in some way. Much as this has flattered me I’ve never let anything happen, but it has added spice to our lovemaking when I’ve told Paul about it.

You see, Paul is one of these guys who has always loved the idea of me with another man’s cock in me and we have frequently spiced our sex life up with fantasies of me having sex with someone else. Mostly I would imagine I was being fucked by a stud from one of the porn movies we sometimes watch, but sometimes I would tell Paul that it was one of our friends who had been paying me particular attention.

Up until a month ago these remained just as fantasies, but one night when we were making love and I was close to orgasm Paul said

“I bet you wish you were being fucked by a big cock now, don’t you?”

“Oh yes I do” I replied

“I bet you’d really like a big black cock in you. I bet you’d love it if I fixed up for you to be fucked by a big black cock wouldn’t you?” he continued “Say that you would. Gone on, say it”

The thought of being opened up by a big cock pushed me over the edge and as I came I yelled “Mmmm Oh god, I’d love it. I’d love a big cock in me!” and as I came Paul pumped into me as my cunt gripped his cock and filled me with his spunk.

Several weeks later Paul came home one night and said “I’ve a surprise for you. It’s something you’ve always wanted”

I looked round wondering what he’d bought me. “Where is it?”

“Not where is it. You mean when is it.”

“Okay. When is it?”

Paul grinned “This Saturday night”

“Oh come on Paul. Don’t keep me in suspense!”

My heart missed a beat when he replied “On Saturday Jill. You are going to be fucked by a big black cock. I’ve set it up and I’m going to film it.”
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Moms Massage

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I am Beth, divorced mother of a 19-year-old daughter, Sara, who still lives at home with me. I work a secretarial job and she goes to the local community college. When she was young, I was too busy working and taking care of her to think about getting involved and meeting men. Since then, somehow it has never come up. I just never seemed to want to spend the energy to pursue finding a boyfriend, and no one pursued me. I satisfy my ever dwindling sexual needs with some toys I keep in my bed stand.

Sara has always been a pretty responsible girl, and we have stayed close even as she went through her teenage years (though technically she still is one, now that she has finished high school and is in college, I sort of think of her as “grown up”). She is about five-foot-seven and has a lean athletic look, and does play a variety of sports. Her breasts are still small enough that she goes bra-less most of the time. Since it is just the two of us, she does not pay much attention to how she is dressed at home. She often goes around the house in just panties and a tank top. Her nipples will often stick prominently through the fabric. Being mom, I am a little more conservative that way. I pretty much stay dressed around the house, or at least in pj’s or a terry cloth robe. It is not as if she has not seen me undressed, or me her, or each other sitting on the toilet on occasion. Nevertheless, neither do we go around naked either. I am a decent looking woman, no model certainly. At five-foot-five, my weight is good at about 125 pounds. While no athlete, I have not let myself go completely soft. I have dark wavy hair, cut generally to just below the shoulders. My breasts are fairly full so they do sag some—I am in my early 40s after all. But I think if I dress well, I can still turn an eye or two.

On this particular Friday evening, it had been a long day, with the boss running me all over the place. I was ready to collapse by the time I left the office for the day and took the bus home. As usual, I have on my secretarial outfit, looking professional, mid thigh tan skirt, tights, matching tan vest, a white silk blouse fairly tight in the bodice, and heels. When I get home I just plop myself down on the sofa, and kick off my heels, leaving my purse dropped just inside the door. We live in a small two bedroom apartment, with our rooms just off the living/dinging room and share the one bathroom. I guess Sara heard me sigh. She came out of her room just as I sat down, in just panties and a tank top, as I mentioned is often the case, asking me how I was. I told her, truthfully, that I was pretty beat. She comes behind the sofa, and starts to rub my neck, something she will do for me on occasion. I just close my eyes, letting out deep breaths. Sara had just recently started taking a class on massage through the local parks and rec, and more often now would offer these neck rubs.

After massaging my shoulders for a few minutes she generally gets back to doing whatever it is she does in her room—her homework, chatting with her friends or whatever it is a girl of her age does. But today she says to me “Would you like me to do your back? I could practice some of what I’m learning in class.” I tell her sure. She recommends we go to my room so I can lie down on the bed. I figure, great, I would love a massage. She tells me she will be there in a moment, and I go to my room and collapse on my stomach on the bed.

When she gets in the room, she is holding a bottle of massage oil, a couple of candles, and an extra sheet. She informs me I need to get undressed to do this properly, as she wants to give me a real massage with oil and the full treatment. I am a little hesitant. As I said, it is not like she has not seen me undressed, but we do not hang out naked either. In the end, I figure this is a massage after all, so I get up and start taking my clothes off. Meanwhile she puts the sheet over the bed, turns off the lamps, lights the candles, and puts on some soft relaxing classical music that I have by my CD player.
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Party Into The Hot Tub

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The summer night air was thick, hot and filled with anticipation. Everyone at the party was holding ice-cold beers, frozen drinks and cocktails with plenty of ice to mentally escape the heat. At least that is what everyone was attributing their thirst; it was really easing their inhibitions and lubricating their libido. These kind of parties always had an awkwardness to them, but as time wore on and the liquid confidence set in, everyone seemed to warm up to each other.

Anita stood around the picnic table, dressed in a sexy black cocktail dress. Her curves perfectly concealed under a thin layer of polyester; the men around sneaking an adulterous glance when her wives looked away. She met their stairs with mischievous eyes, causing hearts to race and blood to flow. She had an intoxicating way about her; she could seduce with a stare, thrill with a subtle movement, and torture with an innocent touch. Her flirtatious ways stood out amongst the other women at the party, as the other women admired her abilities.

It’s those abilities that captivated the youthful lust of Matthew Peterson, a young associate of Kevin Devine, the man having the party. He was invited at the last minute; unaware he would be almost half the age of most of the guests at the party. He sipped his vodka cocktail; glancing at all the attractive older women around like a child in a toy store. He was caught up in a conversation with Mrs. Devine, Kevin’s wife, but kept his eyes glancing at Anita from across the patio.

As the night set in, the party had broken up into little groups, circling around in conversation clusters while discussing wine and trendy restaurants. Anita and her seductive ways managed to get a party of their own circling the hot tub. Samantha and her husband Jordan, Denise and her husband Randy, and Anita’s husband Tim. They sipped their drinks and jokingly dared each other to get into the hot tub. “I would but I don’t have a suit!” Samantha called out, attempting to be daring, but too shy to commit.

“I think my underwear would be too revealing for such an occasion.” Denise said, staring at the men’s faces awaiting their reactions.

“Oh! Now that’s something I think we all want to see.” Randy said, looking for approval from the other men as he drank from his beer.

“I’ll go in.” Anita said, quietly. All the eyes shifted to her, curious of her next move.

“In that?” Samantha asked skeptically.

“No,” Anita responded, “in nothing.” The group was quiet, shocked. Most of them did not believe her bold suggestion, but watched with curiosity as she placed her drink on the table. She glanced at her husband for his approval, and was met with a sinister smile. She nonchalantly slipped her shoulders out of her dress straps. Her black dress fell to the ground and suddenly all twelve eyes took in the almost naked image of Anita. Her beautiful, heavy breasts accentuating the pure, milky-white skin that covered her heavenly curves. The only thing left on her figure was the thin, black fabric of a g-string. The men gasped, the women bit their lips in jealousy.

She bent over to remove the miniscule fabric to reveal her entirety to the crowd. It fell to the ground, and she dipped her toe into the hot water. She gracefully stepped into the hot water, steam rising up and enveloping her as she descended. Randy and Jordan felt their cocks react. They glanced at Tim for his response to them staring at his naked wife. Tim laughed, watching their lustful responses to his wife.

Samantha and Denise whispered and laughed to one another and placed their glasses on the ground; suddenly they began to strip to their naked flesh. The men watched as Samantha dropped her floral dress to the ground, exposing her modest breasts and tight little ass. Denise slipped from her navy blue dress, showing the lacy lingerie she was wearing beneath it. Her body was curvaceous in all the right places. The naked women joined Anita in the hot tub, reaching for the glasses of champagne and hiding under the bubbles.

“Let’s go boys!” Denise called out, slamming back the rest of her champagne.

“Your turn!” Samantha added.
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Frat House

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Sylvia had come to this particular frat party to get fucked – and getting fucked she was! Fed up with bad dates that went nowhere and relationships where her heart got broken, she’d decided that right now all she needed was a good hard fuck. She hadn’t even particularly cared who it came from, just someone who wasn’t going to leave her with a broken heart at the end of it. It had been almost 6 months since she’d last had sex and she intended to make up for it now.

The guy on top of her was actually one she knew, his name was Chris and she’d seen him around campus before. A year older than her at 22 he was a little drunk but still very excited to have this gorgeous leggy girl come up to him and start blatantly making out. She’d chosen him because he was cute and rumored to be one hell of a lay, and when they’d gotten up into bed she’d also found that he had a rather sizable dick. Right now all of it was buried in her twat, making her burn with pent-up lust as he fucked her hard, the bed was shaking he was laying into her so good. Moaning loudly she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his thick meat deeper into her pussy.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD YOU BASTARD!!!” She screamed as she started cumming… the door to the room banged open and two more guys were staring at her getting her brains fucked out. That didn’t stop her orgasm though, it kept going as she screamed her ecstasy at the watching guys; they were grinning as Chris gasped and buried himself into her convulsing pussy, spilling cum into her body. Gasping happily as the guy collapsed on top of her she looked at their viewers.

“Can I help you,” she asked, as dignified as she could be with a dick shrinking inside her body.

“I don’t know,” said one of them as they walked forward, “Maybe you can.”

Before she could say anything else they’d pushed Chris off of her and over to the side and grabbed a hold of her breasts. One of them kissed her mouth, stifling her protests as his hand toyed with her boob; the other took hold of her other boob and squeezed it as his mouth locked over her nipple. After a minute or two her protests died as the itch in her pussy started up again, wanting desperately to be scratched.
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The Subway Ride

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Terri crammed her way onto into the third car of the Englewood-Howard subway line on her way to the loop for work It was only 7:00AM and the car was already packed like a can of sardines. After about a month of subway rides, Terri would get fed up and take her car to work, but that usually only lasted a day or two because of the horrible traffic and expensive Loop parking rates. The L was considerably faster and cheaper, if not more convenient than driving a car. On this Wednesday it seemed that it was packed tighter than normal, and Terri was pressed between a well dressed business man and a mid forties woman who smelled of Chanel No. 5.

The car rocked back and forth as the train made it’s way from the far north side on it’s way down town. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Terri kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Chanel No. 5 starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly. Only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. “Are you all right,” asked Terri? The woman just nodded her head and gulped down a breath of air. For the next several stops Terri watched to see that the lady was going to be okay. Her cheeks now flushed a bright red, Terri felt the woman grinding herself into Terri and trying to hide her short gasps of air. Terri couldn’t believe it, but she thought that the woman looked to be having an orgasm right on the train! She became more convinced when the woman’s body suddenly went limp and her breathing returned to normal
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The Plumber

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Jake was just about finished installing the new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake, as the old one had been leaking like a sieve and must have cost a fortune to run. Jake lit the pilot light and waited for the familiar whoosh that came when the burner fired up. Mrs. Drake leaned around the corner and asked if everything was O.K. “No problem Ma’am, all finished,” Jake said, as he wiped his hand with an old rag hanging from his tool belt. “Be upstairs in a minute!” After gathering up all of his tools, Jake headed out to the truck to make out the bill. After all the parts and labor were included the total came to $450.00. “Not to bad,” thought Jake, as he went back into the house. Mrs. Drake took the bill and looked it over for what seemed to be a very long time. “Is there a problem Mrs. Drake,” asked Jake. “No, there’s no problem. I was just thinking that maybe you would like to add another $550.00 to make it an even thousand.” Jake eyed her a little suspiciously and wondered why she would make such an offer.

Jake had found out that Mrs. Drake had been widowed about twelve years ago and lived alone.He guessed she must have been about sixty five years old give or take, and while not especially attractive, after all she was in her sixties, she had a pleasant enough appearance and had a slightly husky build. “Well Jake, as you know I have lived alone for a long time and I, ah well, well I–oh forget it!” she stammered. All of a sudden it dawned on Jake that the old biddy wanted to have sex with her!! “Christ alive she could be his grandmother!” Even as he was about to dismiss it out of hand, he started to think of how handy that extra five fifty would be. His wife Cathy was pregnant with their second child and with house payments and all, things were a little tight! How long could it take? Even if it lasted an hour it would be worth a shot.

Jake got up out of his chair and unbuckled his belt buckle and said, “Cash!” Mrs. Drake stood transfixed as the young plumber started removing his clothing. At twenty five he had a well chiseled muscular body that made her pussy cream! When he got down to his jockeys she told him to stop. “I want to open it myself,” she said! He walked over to where she was sitting so she could get her hands on her prize. Before she pulled his shorts down Mrs. Drake leaned forward and rubbed her face all over the front of his crotch, breathing in deeply, she savored the smell of his male sex! It had been so long for her! Not a man in over a decade! Jake had been worried about one thing, would he be able to get it up? After all Mrs. Drake wasn’t any Marilyn Monroe! Unbelievably, however, when he felt that hot breath he responded immediately!

He could tell from the look on her face that she was extremely turned on, and that probably heightened his own desire. Finally she slid his short off and his big cock jumped out and pointed right at her face. “May I suck it,” she asked? “Sure, go ahead,” answered Jake. Jake had been blown a lot of times in his life, his wife Debbie was a true cock hound, but Mrs. Drake put them all to shame as she practically inhale his fat head. “I’ve never sucked and circumcised cock before, and it’s the best I’ve ever tasted,” she said! She sat back for a moment and opened up the front of her housecoat. She was totally naked under there! Although her tits sagged, they were really large with dark thick nipples. Getting a little more confident Jake asked, “Do you twist those nipples when you finger you cunt?” She nodded yes and unconsciously reached up and began flicking at her hard nubs. “Lay back and do your clit,” Jake ordered! Obediently Mrs. Drake fell back and dropped her left hand to her hairy pussy. It was the first cunt Jake had ever seen with gray hair!

As she began working her cunt, Jake moved over so she could suck on his pecker at the same time. Pretty soon her body started to shake as the first throes of orgasm swept over her. By now her hand was a blur as it flew over her hot clit. Her deep moan cause Jake’s cock to begin it’s own eruption! It pumped load after load down the throat of the senior citizen cock sucker! She was up to the challenge as she caught every drop and swallowed his cum down hungrily!

Mrs. Drake grabbed Jake’s cock and cooed, “Momma wants this in her cunt!!” Still erect, Jake slid over the old woman and slid his cock into her burning snatch. Expecting it to be loose, he was pleasantly surprised at it’s tightness. “Give it to me hard you fucking stud,” she begged! Jake was now on automatic pilot as he pistoned his eight inches in and out of the silver haired pussy. Since he had just cum, he would take him a few extra minutes to shoot, and that suited Mrs. Drake just fine, as she held on loving every stroke. Nearing his own orgasm, Jake rammed his dick that much harder and faster, sweeping Mrs. Drake away in an orgasmic explosion! Together they crashed on the shoal of simultaneous climax!

Finally standing up to put on his clothes, Mrs. Drake casually stroked his now shrinking member.“Next month,” she asked? “You got it,” Jake replied, “all cash!!!

Mile High Club

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Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had!

His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!”

He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!” “Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes.

“I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go downwe better be belted in, for all the good it would do.” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrifiedof flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice,Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! Trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me.” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh!

“Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “herewe go, as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible! Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress! When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder

!Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definitewet strip about an inch wide. She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now.” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck!

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!”“Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” and he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have never told that she was getting her cunt fingered! “I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!” “You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?!“Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated?

“Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch.” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, and her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take!Her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting ofin a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans.” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together.”

Tinder Meet Up

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Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman from Tinder in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder! Just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! Looking at his watch again, “Christ, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”

At exactly five thirty a tall chestnut haired woman strode through the door and scanned the bar.The white rose on her lapel was the signal to let him know who she was, he didn’t even need it.He could tell it was her by the description she had given him on the chat line. One worry taken care of, she wasn’t a liar, she was even prettier than she had described herself. Tall and slim of frame, a very ample chest, even if it was hidden underneath a tailored business jacket. Chet hopped up from his chair and approached her with hand extended, “Hi,” he said, “I’m Chet Lane, and you must be Veronica!” Her smile was breath taking, and she took his hand and shook it with a firm grip, never taking her eyes off of his. “So nice to meet you Chet,” she intoned, with a smooth warm almost sultry voice. Chet instantly felt a twitch in his groin when he heard that syrupy incredibly sexy voice. “Jesus,” he thought, “she might be the most beautiful woman he had ever been with!” Taking her the arm, Chet lead her to the booth he had reserved at the rear of the bar. They slid into opposite sides of the table and just looked at each other for a few seconds. Veronica was the first to speak when she said, “You look even better than I thought you would,I hope I am up to your expectations!” “Very much so,” he replied, “more beautiful than I could have imagined!” “Would you like a drink?” “A Rhine wine would be nice,” she said, “I’m a little bit nervous!” “Your nervous,” he thought, “I’m a total wreck!”

Chet ordered a couple of drinksand then sat in silence until the waitress brought their order. After paying the check, each of them took a sip from their glasses, and Chet offered, “I’ve never met anyone from the internet before, this is kinda new to me.” “Me too,” she replied, “I almost backed out at the last minute, but figured we would be in a public place, so why not?” They both chuckled, took another drink, andChet asked, “Well, are you glad you decided to give it a shot?” She nodded the affirmative, andChet offered, “Me too, more than glad, you look absolutely fabulous, much better than your description!” “Well thank you, kind sir,” she replied, “I am more than impressed with you too, I was praying that you wouldn’t be the proverbial frog!” Again they both laughed, getting more and more comfortable in each other’s presence. Looking at her, Chet could feel the electricity between them. He then broached the question, “Well, how do you feel, I mean about us, you know, do you need more time, another meeting maybe, you know to get comfortable?” “I’m verycomfortable right now,” she answered quickly, “I don’t need another date to confirm what I already feel!” Chet picked up his drink, swallowed the last of it, dropped a five dollar tip on the table, stood up and said, “Me too, let’s go!”

Arm in arm they took off down the street, heading to the Hyatt Regency Hotel where Chet’s law firm had a couple of suites available for visiting clients. Stopping to pick up the electronic pass key to suite 2801, Chet again began to have second thoughts about going through with it. One look over his shoulder at the sultry beauty in the gray suit swept those thought right out of his head! The view from the 28th floor was magnificent! Lake Michigan to the east, and the Chicago skyline to the south made for a breath taking vista. Chet momentarily forgot why he was there, and gazed at the picturesque landscape. Without turning his head, he called out, “Come over here and take a look at this view, it’s spectacular!” “This view is better,” she answered back, causing Chet to turn and face her. His mouth dropped open when his eyes were struck by the most devastatingly beautiful woman he had ever seen! Standing before him in a white bra, panties, hose and garter belt, and five inch spiked heels she looked like the answer to a teenagers wet dream!
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Moms New Bikini

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I’m a young boy, only 18 years old. I often think about girls from my school when I masturbated. Today was very hot outside. All the girls in school had sexy outfits and I was so horny from watching them. When I got home I decided to go to my room and jack off.

I opened the front door of our house and walked towards my room. I was already hard and ready to blow my load. Just when I was closing my room door I heard my mom calling for me.

“Jack? Is that you? Come over here I need to talk to you.”

I didn’t no what to do because my huge boner in my pants.

“Yeah it’s me! Cant we talk later?” I yelled back to mom

“Come on Jack, it wont take long I just need your opinion of something.”

“Ok mom! Where are you?”

“In my bedroom, honey, come here”

I started to walk towards my parent’s bedroom with my dick hard in my pants. I know that mom could easily see it. There had never been anything sexual between my and mom, not until this day. I walked into the bedroom trying to hide the fact of my swollen penis. Mom was looking herself thru the mirror wearing only a white bikini. She looked so sexy in it. My mom was very cute and attractive in her own way. Her name is Carla and she’s 37 years old with a long brown hair and a very nice pair of boobs. Her figure was very sexy, her small and tight ass looked so cute in bikini bottoms witch didn’t cover much of it.

“Hi honey, how was school?” my mom said to me.

I didn’t know what to say I was so stunned how she looked. “Fine… I think…”

“Well that’s good. So Jack what do you think about my new bikini?” Mom walked around the room and posed for me in her new sexy looking white bikini. Her breasts were so big and the bikini didn’t hide them very well. It looked like her tits were going to fall of them.
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Welcome to College

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Joseph was not an outgoing guy. He had stumbled nervously in his first year of college, holding his own but feeling a bit like a deer in the headlights of a car.

He hated living in the dorms after having his own wing of the house back with his parents. He was a good looking guy standing 6 feet tall. His muscular 170 pounds was well apportioned. His wavy brown hair was cut short, but still his bangs occasionally fell down covering his green eyes. Joseph was a nice guy who never hurt anyone or did anything wrong. He had but one girlfriend all his life who left him for another guy at the end of his senior year in high school. In a world of sex and passion, Joseph was still a virgin. He saw that as a virtue, most of his friends just felt sorry for him. Until that first semester at college…

Intelligence was always a part of Joseph’s life. He scored the highest on all his tests, graduated valedictorian from his school, was voted most likely to succeed, and the list goes on and on. It was no surprise then that Joseph was taking high level classes from the start. His AP tests had boosted him in sophomore standing before starting school, and Joseph was in many classes with Juniors and Seniors. It was in one such class, Advanced Cellular Biology, that he first saw her.

Ellen was the epitome of beauty in Joseph’s eyes. Her slender frame of only five feet and three inches drove him mad. He had always liked smaller girls. Her petite figure was perfect in its form. Her supple, muscular legs were attached to a firm, tight buttocks that screamed for a lover to hold it. Ellen’s stomach was flat and sensuous from years of sit-ups and exercise. Her breasts were large for her petite frame, but didn’t seem overwhelming or out of place in the least. They were soft and yet firm, always perfectly formed without the need for a bra. Her face was that of an angel with its angled jaw line, slender chin, high cheek bones, small nose, and deep blue eyes. Ellen’s eyes were what really set her apart. Indeed, her body was stunning, but her eyes seemed as though to put Joseph into a trance. He fell into their depth, lost in their beauty. Her blonde, shoulder length hair curled ever so slightly at the tips, and hid her face just enough to make you want more. Yes, Ellen was something special. She was a senior who had struggled through her past few biology courses, but had to finish this one for graduation. Little did Joseph or Ellen know that the stage had been set for their meeting.

It was the second week of classes and a quiz was set for that Friday. Joseph wasn’t worried, he knew all the information already like the back of his hand. Ellen, however, was confused already and unsure that she could pass the quiz let alone the class. As fate would have it, Ellen sat at the table in front of Joseph. At the end of class, he heard her asking her friend Diane if she knew anyone who could help her study. That was all the prompting Joseph needed.

Since the first day of class, Joseph had been in love with Ellen. He couldn’t believe it when she sat in front of him. He always looked forward to that class where he had such a great view of her body as she squirmed restlessly through the boring lectures. Joseph had only needed some excuse to talk to her, and now he finally had one.

After class was dismissed, Ellen left the classroom quickly before Joseph had a chance to grab his books. Obviously she was in a hurry to get somewhere. However, Diane was still sitting down as she leisurely gathered her purse, applied some lipstick, and stood up. Joseph realized his chance and tapped her on the shoulder. “Um, hi, my name is Joseph. You’re Diane right?” he stumbled over his tongue. “I wasn’t listening really, but I heard Ellen mention that she needed, well, needed a tutor or something, and I…”

Diane’s eyes moved across Joseph’s body, checking him out like a wolf examining its prey. A slight smile etched its way across her face as she interrupted, “And you would like to help her out, be her personal tutor. I see. So, what makes you so qualified, Joseph was it?”

He stared at her for a moment thinking what to say, and then answered, “Well, I understand the material and I always used to tutor back in high school.”

“And you really want to meet Ellen, right?”

Joseph felt his face flush with blood as he found himself at a loss for words. Finally, he simply replied, “Yeah.”

“Well, I’ll tell ya, Joey,” Diane responded, “Ellen’s a special girl. She’s my roommate ya know, and I don’t want her gettin’ messed up with anything that wouldn’t be good for her.” Diane grinned as she said, “After all, she just broke up with her boyfriend, and I know she took it really hard.” As she said that, Diane looked down at Joseph and saw that he was taking it really “hard” too. “Tell ya what, you come over tonight to Lehigh Dorm, room 235, say eightish. We’ll see how good a tutor you are.” And with that, Diane left.

Joseph stood staring as Diane left. He felt his engorged member trying to break free from his pants and wondered if she had noticed. “Tonight is going to be a very good night!” Joseph exclaimed to himself.
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