Adventures in Babysitting 1/1
Todd’s wife ran off with his kid just over two months ago, a fact he was trying to keep secret from certain friends and neighbors. It was under control until a coworker friend and her husband asked why he hadn’t hired their daughter to babysit in a while. Remembering the 18 year old’s previous flirtations with him, he had them relay her a message for a Friday night ‘job.’ All in all, her tasks weren’t terribly different this time around. She spent time playing with ‘Todd Jr’…she held him, bathed him, got him to sleep…and when all was done, she made herself a healthy snack. It was just never quite so much fun before.
Undress me Everywhere 1/1
Though he’d never admit it, Aaron played a lot with dolls as a kid…not GI Joe or Thundercats, actual Barbies belonging to his older sisters. An influence that may have led to some odd kinks when he reached sexual maturity. Like how even though he cared little for ropes or chains or any type of force, he still liked to be in full control. He liked to lay in bed jerking it while giving dress up (or dress down) orders to his girlfriend. Without hesitation, she’d show him what he wanted to see, or put on what he wanted put on. She touched herself when asked and was given lines to repeat back verbatim. All of this made Aaron seething hot and insatiable when he finally invited his dutiful girl into bed.
I think we’re alone now 1/1
Wes had more than a healthy paranoia about being caught with his girlfriend when they fucked in her bedroom. Check the halls, check the driveway, check the clock. Her mother was crazy and her father was still built like the semi-pro athlete he once was. But the last thing Wes wanted was one of her much younger brothers wandering in and to have to explain himself. The anxiety was harming his performance as he rushed through everything and paused at every creak in the wooden floors.
On this day, sure they were alone, they rushed into the bedroom for an unrushed session, although they peeled off their clothes like it was a race. They were in such a hurry to begin, they didn’t bother to shut the bedroom door all the way. A detail made clear to Wes when his girlfriend broke off a kiss and looked off to her side, eyeing a dangerously low height. “Hi, Roger,” she said. Wes recognized the name as a member of the household, but in his panic couldn’t put a face to the name. He turned to meet that face…shaggy black hair, innocent brown eyes, long wet nose. Wes collapsed in relief and laughter as he recognized the family dog.
But facing his fear liberated him from his anxieties. For the next half hour, in complete disregard for his confused audience, Wes delivered two loud orgasms before succumbing himself to his girlfriend’s heated efforts. After being asked if this was a sign of things to come, Wes assured her it was, with young bravado. It would have been true too, if when they got up from her bed they didn’t notice that her bedroom door was now shut tight.
The Photographer 1/1
He told her the waistband on her underwear was distracting…that her photo would look best with them off. She wouldn’t be revealing anything more without them. As she peeled them up her thighs and down her shins, he knew he had an in. In a minute or two he’d say he needed to apply more makeup, then sit down on the front edge of the chair and lean in close. A few choice words and she could be his…or she could storm out the door. But you have to lose some to win some. The important thing was there’d be another naive young model at his doorstep tomorrow.
Andi was a devoted Catholic and attended a religious school. But she did differ on a handful of Church rules and guidelines. Most of these involved sex in some way, and how they relate to the other rules. Andi thought that the rules about helping the poor were a higher class of rules than those about marriage and fidelity. Which is why twice a month she would make the trek out to the state penitentiary to help inmates make use of the conjugal bedrooms. When a prisoner by the name of Andre came up for parole, a benefit of the good behavior he needed to keep seeing her in prison, he asked to see her again. Andi was happy to oblige, and even wore her familiar uniform. Andre visited her before he visited his own mother.
Stripped of her Title Belt 1/1
After Keith beat her for the third time in a row, a single time being a rarity for anyone, Loreen challenged him to a more challenging variation of the game. No balls, no cues, one pocket. She leaned over the side and pulled her skirt up, revealing the seventh hole on the table. “Rules are easy enough…just don’t scratch. I don’t have a return mechanism.”
Extenuating Circumstances 1/1
Looking back over her shoulder, Rhea realized she had taken this too far. She should back off and her husband must never learn of this. But then again, how often does one get to fuck a movie star? Once seemed reasonable enough. Maybe even twice…
Going Steady 1/1
Beverly never dated in the traditional way. She knew she could never live with a man, excepting perhaps the half an hour before she fell asleep, and was up front about it. But despite living in a small town with limited prospects, this was far from being a disadvantage to her sex life. It turned out to be a boost. Old high school gossip about her promiscuity gave her a reputation for experience. She soon discovered she could not only have casual sex on a whim, but hold out for quality. Beverly reserved her mouth, pussy and ass for men of different sizes, as they felt best to her. Other than that it was basically monogamy. She only blew one man at a time, only let her pussy or ass be plowed by the cock her hole was ‘dating’ at the time…at least usually. On occasion she would ‘cheat’ with a man…let him into her pussy or offer him a blowjob…but only in exchange for something greater.
A Changing Room with a View 1/1
Maude was very late to the party, so late she barely caught her friends as they headed down to the pool level of the residential tower for a 2AM swim. She still needed to change, but the door was locked, and the only key was with the owner, downstairs. Maude shrugged her shoulders and called her own elevator…it was late, and mostly old people lived there. She had 48 stories to change in.
She made it down to 34 when the door opened. Two women in their mid-sixties looked her over, then entered, expressionless. Their floor was #20. Maude rode out the 14 stories with cherry red cheeks and only her arm and a towel held loosely from the rear. No words were spoken until the women walked out onto the 20th floor hall. One turned and gave her another looking over. “Room 2005, if you’re game. We’ll leave the door unlocked.”
Salt Substitute 1/1
Sofia was on a no-salt diet, but upon the first bite of her popcorn snack, she realized it was no good without it. But where others would break a rule or simply go without, Sofia looked for alternatives. She turned to the only guy in the house, one of her Mom’s friends, and agreed on a one-time exchange. A sinful handjob for his hot, salty topping. But intentions rarely coincide with actions when it comes to sex…it wouldn’t even be a one-time exchange for that bowl.
Three’s a Crowd 1/1
After being spied on through her bedroom window, Jessy realized the risk of being caught was quite a turn-on. That’s why she and her boyfriend made the trip out here. It wasn’t Times Square, but it was a start. Sure enough, a stray jogger appeared in front, hesitated, then elected to continue past them. As Jessy caught him peeking out the corner of his eye, so she indulged his interest in her most animalistic of behaviors. She turned up the heat, verbally egging her boyfriend on, and loudly came before the jogger could even round the bend.
Eleven Years of Gymnastics 1/1
Kristi didn’t realize it was such a big deal. Couldn’t most girls lick their own pussies? After all, they were the more flexible sex. Judging by the face on her boyfriend, it was something her beloved pervert had never even conceived of as possible. In an instant his reluctance transformed to burning desire. He offered no more weak excuses. Bending down over her, he begged to be allowed to share.
On Display 2/2
She should have been furious. But she wasn’t. Clara realized she didn’t have anything to hide. Everyone has nipples. Everyone has an ass. Who was she to keep her tender parts locked away from sight? She wasn’t royalty. If someone was so taken with her form, she would take that as a compliment. Nonchalantly, she began to sing a simple improvised song, “♫ I….don’t….want to know…who you are. Just. Watch. ♫” With that, she unveiled her bare body and looked straight at the keyhole smiling. “♫ Take as long as you need! ♪♫♪”
On Display 1/2
Clara’s bikini lay on the floor of the bathroom, soaked in chlorine-water. Her clothes were waiting for her, sprawled all over her open luggage in the guest bedroom. She wrapped a towel around her for the 20 foot walk back to her room. That’s when she saw the flash of light again. A noise. Clara was sure there was someone nearby…yes…peeping through the keyhole. Someone out there was violating her privacy, trying to stealing a look at the only parts she kept hidden during the pool party out back.