"Where the fucking hell have you be..." Rob stood at the top of the stairs, arms akimbo, his face red with rage. Midway through the sentence, he realise Leanne looked as if she had been in a train wreck. "What the fuck happened to you?" He yelled, not moving off of his spot to allow her to pass. "Fucking hell Leanne, you smell like a whore and you're covered in goo. Where have you been?""Having a fucking good time." She answered and pushed past him. "What is that supposed to mean?" But he knew already that his girlfriend was splattered with spunk and judging by the amount, it was with more than one donor. "It means Rob, that I fucked a group of strangers in the car park on the common.
Jewel glanced out the window and noticed the mailman coming to drop off her mail. She peeked out the window and noticed she had a new mailman. Hmmmm he is sexy, damn let me introduce myself to him she said to herself. The mailman began walking off Jewel's property. She unlocked the door and yelled out Excuse me Sir, Sir. He turned around and she stopped to stare at him. My God he's sexy. Jewel could tell he worked out he was very well built, tall, had hazel eyes. I'm sorry to just stare at you like that. But are you the new mailman? Yes I'm Ted Mcfield. Hello Ted my name is Jewel Reese.
Emma had not really seen her dad since her parents got divorced. It was a bad situation. Her mother accused her dad of awful things and then managed to prevent her dad from seeing Emma. For her part, Emma never really understood what had happened. All she knew was that her dad paid child support and nothing else. It had been hard growing up without a dad, girls, especially teen girls, need a daddy in their lives. Sure, her mother had boyfriends who tried being nice, but it was never the same. Now, with her first year in college almost done, she decided to visit her dad for spring break.
We'd been having the most fulfilling and wholesome sex for several months when my girl friend told me during one of our steamy text messaging conversations how the thought of her being caught masturbating turned her on. She slowly explained the scenario that she had often fantasised about. A few days later during a conversation over the phone the topic came up again and she further explained to me in her sexy teasing manner what she would like to happen. I'm what would be termed a mature man and found it truly exhilarating to hear a young gorgeous, slim blonde tell me the role I was to play in her sexy fantasy.
Joy had came to the club with her best friend Julia. Joy forgot to tell Julia people may start having sex in the middle of the dance floor. Also its darker in the club to give people some privacy. When Joy and Julia entered the club people were already on the dance floor. DJ was playing popular songs and everyone was on the dancing. Somehow Joy and Julia found space on the dance floor. Joy said to her best friend "What do you think of the vibe of the club?". Its to soon to say Joy". "I'll let you know by the end of the night" she yelled. Joy & Julia danced for a little while longer. Then Joy grabbed Julia arm and led her to the bar.
Leanne yelped as the first slap struck home on her bare arse cheek, leaving a red hand mark and a stinging sensation she hadn't felt since she was very young. The second slap caught her other cheek and brought tears to her eyes. The heat was making her wet. Her embarrassment of having her arse stuck way up into the sky heightened her arousal. Being bent over a car bonnet with her pants around her ankles and her skirt hitched up over her waist was bad enough, but knowing that at least twelve men were watching her public humiliation and at least four of those were already jerking their cocks just added to her wants. "Harder." She rasped between clenched teeth.
Everyone knew what time she entered the building but never knew what time she left. The first thing people heard was the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. She walked with confidence with her head held high. Next was seeing her caramel skin tone, hazel eyes, long dark brown hair and the curvy shape of her body. Her lipstick color always matched her outfits. She was very attractive, in her late twenties, and single. "Good morning" she would say with a smile to people who were near her. The perfume she wore was soft but, very strong. The females in the office would see the men close their eyes, deeply inhaling the scent of her perfume and then exhale.
Jake's phone buzzed in his pocket as he was driving to his last business appointment of the day. It was his girlfriend, Marsha. He had been dating her for about a month now. They had met at Wal-Mart. He was standing in the check out line behind this hot mom, a total MILF, and her cute daughter. This girl had looked up at him; her head was even with his chest. He had smiled down at her. "Those are cute lil shoes you have on." He had noticed she had on sneakers with bright, lime green stripes along the sole. "Mom bought them for me for the first day of school. I'm not really supposed to be wearing them yet." She smiled with those pretty white teeth and those sparkling green eyes.
I felt the cool water envelope my body as I dove into the pool. The water felt so good after the workout I had just completed at the gym. It was my routine, every morning at six, workout, swim, shower, and then head to my class. Such was the schedule of this college girl. I went under the water and just enjoyed the weightless feeling I always loved. Two, then three, and soon I had made twenty laps. I heard the whistle and glanced up at the life guard. I always enjoyed looking at him; he had such a sexy body. He was around six foot with dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that could make a girl dream about him.
Dave was feverishly finishing up a project presentation in his home office while his wife was upstairs cleaning their son's room and making his bed. They had gotten the call from Alan last night that he and his girlfriend were coming home from college for a weekend visit. Alan was a good kid, he got moderately good grades, played on the college lacrosse team, and usually called home regularly. These calls always had the same format - talk to his mother for a while, say "hi" to his father, then ask his dad for money. For Dave, the format was the same too, he would ask about Alan's grades, ask about lacrosse, go to the bank the next day to deposit a pile of money into his son's account.