Her eyes shut even more tightly at his threatening words. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't terribly off from it. She'd only had one serious boyfriend and a single one night stand. She'd fucked her boyfriend many times but he wasn't all that adventurous and stuck to simple positions that had her on her back or on her knees. It had mostly been on her knees with her riding him or him doing her doggy style. He'd never tried to fuck her in the ass though she'd wanted him to. He'd said it went against his religion because they weren't married. It hadn't lasted long after that.
Naomi groaned as she tried to lift the case of Jack Daniels and make it up the steep stairs from the basement to the bar. She'd been working at the nightclub for about two weeks and nothing she seemed to do made her boss happy. She needed the job though and worked as hard as she could. Mitch saw every little fuck up, every thing that went wrong he was right there for but if something went right, there was no sign of him. He berated her constantly telling her that if she didn't start doing better she could find another job.His words only served to make her more nervous. Chicago was a busy town, sure, there were a lot of bars and night clubs but The Lagoon was one of the best and busiest.
It's been 2 days since I (Mark) fucked Dana and my dick is still thinking about her. Her pussy felt so warm and good that I just have to figure out another way to get to that wet moist snapper pussy. It's like 8am in the morning and I had today off. I jumped out of bed buttnaked with my long black pole swingin left and right. I put on some grey sweatpants and a white wifebeater. I run downstairs to the kitchen to get cereal and while I'm putting milk in my bowl I see Dana husband leaving out the house and getting in the car. "Hmmmm, this seems like a perfect opportunity to pay Dana a visit" I said to myself. I put on my sneakers and headed out the door.
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKERSince some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....MilkerOne night around midnight, I was sitting in a bar when a very pretty black girl came in, sat down next to me and started hitting on me. She was one of the prettiest girls that I'd ever seen, black or white, and I really couldn't figure out why she was hitting on me, especially since I was white.
Julie and Paul were taking their new Princess 33 on its maiden voyage down to Loddon. As they turned onto the river Yare, from the slipway to their moorings at Brundall, Paul pushed the throttle forward to feel the power of the engine lift the bow. Sharing his pride and excitement, Julie slipped her arm around his waist and nuzzled her head under his arm. As she raised her other arm to give him a hug, her hand brushed against his erect penis....... It was a hot and humid day with the sun beating down. Summer had finally arrived and its timing could not have been better. The thrill of feeling Pauls excitement had had an immediate effect on Julie.
I handed Ben the keys to every opening on my body almost as soon as I met him. I didn't do it on purpose, but simply by running my big flapping mouth, the way I find most of the trouble I get into. Sometimes I even regret it, especially after he'd take me close to or past previously hard-kept limitations. I mean, if I was an alcoholic, I'd probably regret my first drink, right?
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER. This is a rewrite of one of my earlier stories, and I hope that you like it better. Milker I'm fortunate enough to own a little house, that has a nice little...Duplex, on the same property. And that little...Duplex, has given me nothing but pleasure, for the last 15 years that I've owned it. I never rent it out to a couple that's older than in their 20's and I always make sure, that at least one person in the couple is black. I have a thing for black sex, I don't know why. I'm a little old man, way to old to have sex. I'm a voyeur.
I have been reading the stories here for a few weeks, and no matter what genre I pick incest runs through most of them, and what I have found is that all the little girls and boys really enjoy sex with the parents, siblings, and uncles. O yes there is always a little pain as they lose they're virginity but that is true of anybody that has sex for the first time, but then miraculously they love it the harder the better and as often as possible. fucking anybody and every thing possible. I always get horny reading them, which is a worry to me as I am a victim of incest, this has left me emotionally detached and worse.
Carrie crawled out of bed and opened her laptop; she ran her fingers through her long curly red hair as she waited on the computer to power up. She wasn't a tall girl at just over 5'2", she was full figured and had fairly large D cup breasts which would make most guys and girls sneak a second look.
"Tell me why we're here, slut," he ordered. Kneeling, she stole a brief glance around the hotel room before looking up at him and replying "Because I want you to teach me how to be a good whore, sir. I want to obey every command you give me, and satisfy you in any way you desire." "Mmm. And do understand that once we start, there's no going back? There's no 'safe word' here and no matter how much you might protest certain things, or think you can't handle something, it will only mean a more severe punishment rather than an easy out?" "Yes, sir."