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When I was a nineteen year old college girl, I used to work evenings in my local corner shop to help supplement my studies. One particular evening I was working alone, and being naive and self-confident, I didn’t imagine there could be any problem in working alone in a shop. After all, what bad could happen?. That night I was about to find out.

It was a spring evening and I was dressed casually in a short thigh length mini skirt and a tight top with short sleeves. There were no customers so I started stacking some cigarettes in the shelves behind the counter, I heard the door open and looked round. It was a women called Elaine. It was clear she had been working late as she was still in office clothes, a knee length close fitting business skirt and a white blouse. We greeted each other and chatted briefly as she bought a women’s magazine and some milk. I always loved when she came in the store. She was so pretty and slim, with her long blond hair, and she always looked so sophisticated in her suits and skirts. As she was in her mid-twenties, I always looked up to her and so wanted to be like her. I always imagined her to be cultured and refined. I wanted to be just like her and to know her better. And that night I did get to know her better in a way I did not expect.

Just as she was about to leave, three men burst into the shop. They were dressed all in black, and their heads were covered in balaclavas with slits cut for their noses, mouths and eyes. Before either of us could scream, two of the men grabbed Elaine and I, covering our mouths with their gloved hands, and bundled us into the store room, while the third rummaged through the till.
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The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service.

Bill and Anne had traveled overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept for an hour or two, trying to adjust to the six hour delay from continent to continent.

Their two weeks doing Europe started in earnest, tomorrow, with a scheduled bus ride around the ‘Old Town’ of London, taking in Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral and the new to the programme, Princess Diane’s Garden in Hyde Park. For the next few days, England, or at least the bit that really mattered, would be visited, snapped and filed away for winter nights in front of the video player, then to be digested in manageable chunks.

Bill roused himself from the comfort of the couch with an effort, grunting at the sudden and unexpected intrusion to their leisure time. He didn’t remember ordering anything to eat, but these crazy British had some funny ideas about hospitality, perhaps it was teatime for the Limeys. Read the rest of this entry »

It was another hard day at the office, I was pretty much frustrated with everything and thought I’d be much better off if I just left and got away for a while. So I decided to leave and take a drive. While I was out I thought I would stop by and visit with my old friend Linda. She’s always good for making the day better, so a quick little detour and there I was in front of her house. I had to park down the street because there was a maitanance crew set up that had the road blocked off for the driveway. They must have been on break, because their trucks were parked with orange cones around the work area, but no workers were visible to see me as I walked to her front door. Afterall she’s a married woman and I wouldn’t want word to get back to her husband that she’d been getting frequent visits from a black man.

When I made my way up the stairs andto the front door I glanced in the partially open blinds and WOW what I saw was incredible. My pretty white girl friend was receiving some maintananceof her own from the road crew. Linda was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and a big black man about 25 years old, wearing orange coveralls, was on his knees, with his face buried between them. There were two other white men beside her in orange coveralls, each holding one of her ankles up high in the air and using their other hands to reach up under her grey top to explore her big breasts. There was one other big black man setting in a chair in the corner, drinking a Corona and apparently directing the others. Linda looked as if she was in COCK HEAVEN, she had the zippers of the two men at her side open and slowly checking out each of thier tools while her cunt was getting a good tongueing from the younger black boy and he had some rather thick lips that clamped tight on her suit pussy the entire time. Every now and then he would pull his lips away and stick his tongue out to work her clit in circle, Hell his tongue had to be four or five inches long, he probably could have fucked her with it. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Allison. I’m a 25 year-old, white, female. I have shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. I’m about 5′ 6″ and 130lbs. I’m fair skinned and have long legs which I used to attract my white husband, Matthew. We live in a rich neighborhood by the beach. Our house is pretty nice, three stories, and has lots of windows. Matt is a young, prominent executive at an advertising company. Matt was working a lot of hours to move ahead in the company, but he was denied a promotion by his black boss, Jerry Coleman. After that, Matt would come home fussing about Jerry. He said that a black man shouldn’t have that job and should get fired. Shortly, I began to agree with him. I was raised in a southern family, where the black man was not equal to the white man. I knew that Matt was not openly racist, but his words let me know his feelings.Well, one month passed after the promotion ordeal, and Jerry suddenly let Matt have a big case. Jerry said that if Matt could pull off the deal, then he might talk to the higher-ups about giving Matt a promotion. Matt just had to talk with a client over dinner way out of town. Matt had to get a hotel room because the drive would’ve been too long for him. I never knew Matt to be able to “stay up” for long. He took my virginity when we were married, and I’ve never known anything bigger than his 5″ cock. Read the rest of this entry »

OK, I’m a bit of a pervert, I admit it. I am a High School Physical Education teacher, and the assistant coach of the men’s basketball team. I am 45 years old, and have been working at this school for about 18 years. While I have never had an improper relationship with a female student here, I admit to be an addicted peeping tom.

My office has a common wall with the girl’s locker room. Many years ago, I set up a peep hole that allowed me to see the girls as they exited the shower. With modern technology, I was able to set up a series of hidden cameras that give me almost every possible view of the room, from the showers themselves, to each row of lockers. I’ve only had the cameras up and running this past year.

Over the years I’ve seen a lot. Obviously, I’ve seen most of our female students naked. I’ve also seen girls masturbating, I’ve seen a few lesbian activities, and surprisingly I’ve seen many girls bring in their boyfriends and have all sorts of sex. Its always strange to see these kids in class or in the hallways, when I’ve seen them sucking or fucking each other after school for my private enjoyment. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been reading sex stories for sometime now and have always been interested in stories concerning a cheating wife or mother. I think I’m interested in the subject because when I was 14 I saw my own mother having sex wit my best friends father. I have always wanted to tell my brothers about this or anyone for that matter but never have. Since witnessing my cheating mother our relationship has been in the dumps. She can’t figuer out why we aren’t close anymore and they seem to think I have something against here for divorcing my father. To tell you the truth my father is an asshole and their divorce was the best thing for her.I never thought of my mother as sexy or even thought other men might look at her in that way until I witnessed what I’m about to tell you. Anyways let me tell you what happened in the spring of 1980. Read the rest of this entry »

You are hurrying to get dressed for your evening out. Once again, your husband was sent away on work and wouldn’t be back until morning. This time, your friend Sarah called and invited you for a “night on the town”. You had just finished your hair and had slipped into that naughty spaghetti strap red number that yells out “if I bend over you can fuck me”.

The doorbell chimes. You curse under your breath, but swing the door open wide. At your door is your husband’s boss Jim. “Hi there Debbie”

You are aghast. This is one of the best looking males you have ever seen. Jim is 6foot two, black, in great shape and very well off. He somehow looks a little tough, even in his $4,000 dollar suits. “Oh hi Jim,….Uh, come on in.” He steps in to the doorway and lets the screen door close behind him. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to take you out for the evening.” “What? I’m not going out for the evening.” “You look dressed for it.” “Yes, but my friend….” “Call her and tell her you’ve got business to deal with.” “What business” you say. Read the rest of this entry »

Since my wife and I married very young, (18 & 17 years old) after 13 years of marriage in many ways we are still young. We married due to a pregnancy fear which turned out as a miscarriage. As a result of the ensuing surgery Vicky could no longer have any children. I guess that is the reason we became so attached to her older Brothers daughter, Lacy.

When Lacy turned 16 last year, my Brother-in law and his wife asked if she could live with us, and attend High School in our small town. He told us that they were concerned that Lacy had been hanging out with a rough crowd, and was headed for trouble. We live in a small town in a Southwest State, where we didn’t think crimes and gangs were a big issue. Read the rest of this entry »

Last summer my wife and I decided to take a week vacation to a small Caribbean Island. We were taking her younger sister as a High school graduation gift. As background, I am a 28 year old Stock Broker, my wife is a gorgeous 24 year old Marketing researcher, and her 17 year old sister was getting ready to go to a small Eastern College.

Both my wife, Ann and her sister Dawn are blondes with great athletic bodies. They are very close despite the age difference, and I honestly had never looked at Dawn as anything more than a kid sister myself.

Anyway from Florida we took a small 12 seat prop plane to this tiny resort Island looking forward to a week of snorkeling, tennis, and lots of sun. There were 6 other people on the flight, a couple in their sixties, 2 business men, and two other guys who appeared to be from the Islands themselves. Read the rest of this entry »

Tammy and I were very happy in the first few months of our marriage. Hers was the love I had always looked for. Tammy was such a sweet young girl, a virgin of 20 when we married. She was flat out gorgeous, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her in the street. She hid her shapely body and legs in loose, long cut dresses, and kept her thick black hair pinned back. She was a lady, a beautiful angel. She was a minister’s daughter, raised in a deeply Christian household, and her strong religious convictions made her very conscious to not dress provocatively. I’d come to know over the few months what a spectacular body she had. I felt privileged to have seen it all, and to have been the first man to feel the inside of her lovely young pussy.

In contrast to her, I was much more adventurous sexually. Certainly no virgin, by the time I was her age I had had many women. Sex was the most important thing in my life. You might even consider me a sex addict; I spent many hours in strip clubs and adult bookstores, enjoying pornography and the pleasures of feeling up strippers. In fact, I continued to do this even after we were married, because while Tammy was the love of my life, there were feelings and urges that she didn’t satisfy. There was no way I could tell her about this, she wouldn’t understand, so it remained a secret I kept from her. Read the rest of this entry »

Mara was very proud of her body. Here she was nearly fifty four years old and looking like a woman half her age. She and her husband Jack had joined a gym several years earlier on the advice of Jack’s Doctor after Jack had had a minor heart attack. Mara had taken to the workout moreso than he did but he had gotten himself into pretty good shape as well.

For most of her life Mara had always been a little overweight and although she wasn’t repulsive she wasn’t the kind of woman that would instantly turn men’s heads. After all these years she finally had the body she always wanted. Tight, atheletic legs, well toned butt, tiny flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t excessively large. When she was heavier this would bother her some but now with her smaller frame they looked much larger. “Beautiful little handfuls.” Is how Jack would describe them and now she agreed with him, more or less. It was a warm summer morning and she had just left the gym very confident and feeling quite sexy. She had overheard one of the younger woman in the shower talking to her friend. “I hope I look that good when I’m her age.” she said. This gave Mara a bit of a tingle between her legs. Not because of what the woman had said but because she knew the woman had been looking over her naked form. She was quite an exhibitionist at heart and the idea of anyone looking her over turned her on. Read the rest of this entry »

This story is fictional. Any resemblence to any persons living or dead is pure coincidence. This story contains hardcore sexual situations. If you are offended by this sort of material or are under the age of 18 do not ready this story.

“You want me to what?!!!” Tara screamed at the top of her lungs. “Please don’t be angry honey.” her husband Bruce begged, “I could lose my job if you don’t.” “I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this! I’m you your goddamn wife!!! I can’t believe you’re asking me to fuck your boss!!!” “Please Tara!”Bruce begged, “I was supposed to find him a call girl and I did but she backed out at the last second!”

Tara was dumbfounded. She and Bruce had been married for ten years, ever since they graduated from college. He was only the second man she had ever had sex with and had never once in all those years thought about cheating on him. Not that she wouldn’t have been able to, she was a very attractive young woman after all. Early thirties, trim atheletic body, dark black hair, she ran every day to keep in shape but cheating had never entered her mind. He had always filled all her needs so there was never a reason. Bruce kept her well taken care of. He had gotten a job in the planning department of a fledgling construction firm when he graduated and he rose quickly to the top of the office eventually being put in charge of his division. Read the rest of this entry »

This story is fictional. Any resemblence to any persons living or dead is pure coincidence. This story contains hardcore sexual situations. If you are offended by this sort of material or are under the age of 18 do not ready this story.

“WHAT?!!!” Tara was in shock. Her dirtball of a husband obviously knew there was no way she would do this with more than one guy, so he didn’t tell her everything hoping she wouldn’t back out when she found out,”Your son and his friend?!!! Jack, I can’t do this!”

“You have to Tara. All the girls do and when you came in you told me you’d do anything I want.” He leaned in closer to her, “And I want this, Tara. My boy gets everything I want him to have and I want him to have you.” Tara was pissed. While she was fucking Jack she was having fantasies about fucking even more men, but now she wasn’t so sure she really wanted this. She didn’t know what to do. If she backed out now she knew he’d be angry and her worst fears would probably happen. Read the rest of this entry »

On New Year’s eve of 1997 I experienced the most exciting sexual event of my life and I have never been the same since. A dull, boring lifestyle has been replaced with one of unceasing erotic pleasures. But I get ahead of myself, let me go back six months to tell you how this all unfolded.

It started last year with an invitation to a New Year’s party hosted by my wife’s boss. My wife, Joslyn, is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm here in Miami. Joslyn is a tall redhead, 5′ 9″, and has retained her shapely figure even after 15 years of marriage and two kids. Joslyn’s boss is a gorgeous but icy beauty named Eleanor who has a reputation as one of the toughest divorce attorneys in town. She must be tough because she has gone through three husbands and gotten rich in the process. I’ve often wondered what kind of woman really was underneath her ice queen demeanor, store-bought but spectacular breasts and long legs. I even began to visualize myself seducing her, breaking down her coldness in the process. In fact, I had begun to fantasize more and more about other women as Joslyn and I seemed to have sex only once in a blue moon. Lately, Joslyn seemed to need to work late almost every night of the week, leaving little time for intimacy. She would come in at 11 or 12 at night, hair mussed, wearing smeared make-up and go immediately to sleep with no explanation for her late hours other than “working on a case”. As the party date approached I felt less and less enthusiastic about spending New Year’s eve with a frigid wife and a bunch of stuffed-shirt attorneys. Boy, was I in for a surprise. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife and I had been married for over 15 years before we began to discuss eachothers fantasies. I am 42 and Andrea is 38, although, she looks more like she is in her late twenties. She is not a movie star in the looks department, and then neither am I! Andrea is 5′4″, Auburn hair, 34c breasts, with extra thick and long nipples that are super sensative. I often had the thought, that if a guy could get as far as her nipples, he would get all the way!

Another fine feature is her legs. She has a gorgeous formed pair. I see other guys turn their heads and look as we walk by when she is dressed in a skirt and heels. Three children left their toll in the form of stretch marks, but all in all she is one sexy woman. Read the rest of this entry »

Until we started sharing our fantasies, I was always in a state of arousal, when I thought back to my dreams as a teenaged girl. I also had a very real experience with a Black man while I was in high school. I had not told my husband about it until after his writing. He became so excited, after hearing it that I recieved an orgasm with his tongue and then another with his haed cock unloading deep into my pussy. So I should begin with my teenage experince first.

I was 16 at the time, I had lost my virginity a year earlier to a boy I was going steady with. Prior to us going “All the way”. I used to either jerk him off or suck him off. Sucking was his favorite and mine also. Read the rest of this entry »

I had often fantasized about seeing my beautiful wife take on another guy, but thats all it was just a fantasy. That is until last month. Sheila is a gorgeous brunette, 5′ 6″ tall with long gorgeous legs, and the most beautiful set of breasts a guy could imagine. Even after two kids, arobics kept her hot looking as ever. She loves all forms of sex and is quite an expert at sucking cock. She told me it came from her younger days when she would suck off her dates so they wouldn’t get her pregnant. I’m thankful for her oral talents.

During intercourse, we would sometimes talk out our fantasies to each other while my cock was being riden by her sweet pussy. I’d tell her about my desire to see her with another guy. And she’d want to know what I’d like to see her do. And we’d keep it up until we both climaxed stronger than if we hadn’t been talking about those things. After climax it seemed a little dirty to talk about it and never came up unless we were making love. Sheila had two fantasies, one was to take on a black cock. And the other was to be serviced by two guys at once. Read the rest of this entry »

She wiped her forehead clear of sweat with her hand. At last, her first month at her new part-time job was finished. Jenny couldn’t believe how hard working as a waitress in a fast-food restaurant could be. Her 16 year old body was glistening with sweat. Her rather blonde hair came down to her neck, and her clothes clinched tight to her body, showing off her great ass and nice young breast. Jenny was lucky to get her job, her father was the most popular preacher in town, and it was hard to impress him when he came to the standards suitable for his little girl. Also in her little town, part-time jobs were hard to come by. Mr. Haverford had to leave the store early, so he could pick up his daughter from a piano recital. The other two employees left after Mr. Haverford saying they had tons of homework to do. These events left Jenny alone with the assistant mananger, Brian. Read the rest of this entry »

Lying in bed, I felt that something was wrong. Grant, my boyfriend was sleeping soundly beside me, but I could not settle. I felt something crawling between my legs, through the quilt cover and began to panic until I realised it was our kitten, Katie. Settling down with Katie curled up in my arms I tried to drift off. Suddenly Katie shot bolt upright, fur standing on end, hissing at the door. I tried to calm her down, knowing that she might wake Grant and he’d just come off night shifts. Katie pawed at me, and hissed at the door once more. Settling her down, I listened closely. Then I heard it. A soft tapping noise. It was too quiet to be coming from outside the room. Picking up the CS gas I kept by the bed, I left Katie in bed with Grant and crept down the stairs. In the soft glow from the porch light I could see someone fiddling with the door. I wasn’t too worried, as we always leave the key in lock, so if someone tries to break in, the key holds them off for a bit, and if there’s a fire, we can get out without panicking about where the key is. What did worry me though, is that we have a glass panel in our door. It’s double glazed but if someone wanted to, they could still break in. I heard a creaking noise behind me on the stairs and I whirled round, spray at the ready. It was Katie, looking up at me, and mewling softly. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Marla Eton.  I’m a 43-year-old Briton, currently living what I consider to be my dream life with Julio, a considerate, handsome, late-thirty-something Italian university art history instructor and avid painter, here in sunny Italy.  Ever since my stressful divorce from a Fleet Street solicitor four years ago, I’ve lived here in the beautiful Tuscan countryside, an hour’s drive from Florence, were I now work part-time as a visiting professor of Linguistic Anthropology. 

Several years ago, seeking both solace and diversion following my divorce, I embarked on a two month mini-sabbatical to South America.  I traveled to Argentina were I did some of the final investigative research I needed in order to finish my Ph.D. thesis, the subject of which addresses with the lack of native language evolution among European immigrants to the Americas. Read the rest of this entry »