Blow Job


Housewife Dreams Ch. 1

"Viagra," she snorted. "What a load of shit. Men have no problem getting horny and wanting it. They should make something for women. Something that will put me in the mood all the time like you want." She tossed the paper on the table. He glanced at her and smiled. "You're always saying that. I'm sorry I love you so much. That I want you so much. If they did come up with something, would you take it?""Just once in a while. If I gave it back to you like you seem to want it, you couldn't take it."He smiled again. "Well tonight's our night, as agreed, right? Every Friday? So wear what I've asked, and pretend you're interested, okay?

Strangers in the Night

Its late evening and slut has gone to bed early, she is feeling wet and frustrated, the house is empty for a few hours. You are lying in bed with just a nightie on and a small pair of sexy knickers. The the covers are off as it is hot and you are lying on your back with legs slightly apart in a very seductive way. You have fallen asleep as you are dreaming dirty things when you are awoken by a noise, you just have time to open your eyes before you feel a hand on your mouth. Unable to scream you are pinned to the bed by a masked man who is on top of you dressed in a black suit and wearing very strong but sexy aftershave. He pins you down putting his weight right on top on you.

A good workout!

It's your day at the gym. A good workout might burn up all the stress and aggravations from a hectic week. You just want to escape from the routine and relax for a change. All your senses are numb and your mind is wandering, unable to focus. Wanting to feel sexy and desirable, you dress in a soft, clingy leotard and wear tiny shorts above your leggings. Enjoying the not so subtle effect you have on others brings a smile to your pretty face. You start out with stretching exercises and then aerobics, working on a burn and feeling fine. Light repetitions with barbells leads to the machines. Mirrors are everywhere and reflect your tight physique, cute little rear and perky nipples.

The Beach at Night

It was a very dark night, lit by the stars and occasional flashes of lightening on the horizon. The sound of the Gulf soothing as the waves hiss ashore, cresting and breaking, setting a rhythm for your footsteps. The gentle breeze is blowing softly through your hair. Your long flowing dress caressing your thighs as you walk, sandals in hand, to meet me. The seductive sway of your hips, your swollen lips and proud nipples showing through your blouse excite me. I catch the scent of your perfume. Sitting in the still warm sand, waiting, watching you near, I feel my pulse quicken. Thoughts of your passion stirs my loins and begins the hardening.

Punishment

His anger abating, he slows his fierce punishment. Pausing to look at what he has done, he hears her muffled sobs and feels her tears flowing freely as they drop from her reddened eyes. She is so vulnerable spread over his knees with her fiery red bottom offered for whatever punishment he deems. Welted, swollen, striped and bruised from his spanking, her skirt is still up over her hips. Her wet panties are near by. Her legs are quivering and her thighs are slightly spread. Reaching down, he gently pushes her legs farther apart and spends a moment looking at her lovingly. Feeling a stirring as his desire grows, he parts her punished cheeks to see her young nakedness.

Lisa Lets Go

Lisa lay prone and sweating on the bed, legs splayed lewdly wet from perspiration. The heavy pant that issued from her mouth, the result of her lungs being crushed under the dead weight of her exhausted body, echoed in the large suite. Behind her stood Thomas, the man she barely knew but with whom these past few days she has spent in compromising position after position and doing things she had, until now, only read about. Yet she trusted this man not to kill her and leave her body beside the road a lifeless heap, much like she felt now. Now, after the second day here in this place they rented, were they truly able to let go.

Wet Ride Ch. 04

Jennifer smiled, for the first time in several weeks a toothy grin opened up across her face. She had spent the last two weeks at Mark's house, thankful she had finally found a place to rest, an aerie to perch upon and rise above herself. The air up there was thin, but with every deep labored breath she managed to come to grips with the fact that she wanted to feel it, wanted to live. She wasn't the type to sink into depression, nor was she apt to indulge in drug or drink to fill the void. She just sat in it, rested behind the rocks of a cold grey hell, keeping the demons of betrayal at bay, but keeping them in her sights. She had become an impartial observer to her life as it was.

Room For Rent

Hi. My name is Mona - I'm 28, single, and I own a house. Just got it 2 weeks ago, moved in 2 days ago, and really confronted what it would take to make the payments. When I first found out I was responsible for the payments, I asked friends to move in. Then my sister and brothers, but all declined. I broke down the other day and put an ad in the paper for roommates. I'm not concerned if they are male or female, just as long as they pay the rent and don't destroy the house. The ad had run two days when I got my first call, Dean. He said he is 23, in his last year of college and wants out of the dorms. I asked if an hour was okay and he said sure.

Samantha's First Time

Samantha had only just started working at the small county bank a month earlier, but already she had proven a valuable asset. Her boss, Mr. Steadman, had hired her almost on the spot and ever since had treated her as if she were his daughter. He was an older man, well into his fifties, with the beginnings of a pot belly and gray hairs, but he was a man, after all, and Samantha didn't wonder too long about the reason for his affections. She was only 5'3, but most of her height was in her legs and she didn't waste them in jeans. Her short skirt followed the bank's dress code, but only just. Her breasts were small, but clung sexily to her light blue cotton sweater; she made sure of that.

Trans Secretary

Monica Barnes smoothed her skirt before entering the office of her boss, Cord Drake, the CEO of the company his father had founded thirty eight years ago! Like every other morning for the past two years, she brought along his coffee, her memo pad, and of course his copy of the morning paper! "Good morning, Mr. Drake," she said in an upbeat voice, "anything special on the agenda for today!?!" Cord Drake took the coffee from her out stretched hand and replied, "Nothing on the horizon, Monica, but I am expecting a call from our man in Tokyo, so put it straight through when it comes in, okay!?!"