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"That must be nice to have a man so understanding."

Megan shook her head. "I'll be driving you to where we're going. You won't be needing your clothes for awhile."

I knew that you had placed cameras, secreted around my home, invading my space as only you had the power to do. I purposefully taunted you with my nakedness, I teased you incessantly... the hint of a lover, the promise of desperate loneliness, longing and achingly sensual. A moan in the night or a gasp this time? I was asking you...telling you to come back. You had no idea how much I need you, only how much you needed me.

Returning from a tiring day at the office I found the house quiet. My sensuous Indian wife Anita had not met me at the door and sat with me in the drawing room as was her normal custom. I went up the stairs to our bedroom and found her sitting at her dressing table. I could tell from the humid air of the room that she had been bathing and washing her long black hair. There was a strong aroma of perfume. I watched as she applied lipstick to her full lips.

"I bought just the thing we need here today." Jill exclaimed and disappeared down the hall

"You got it, I'll see you later."

Chris looked around and leaned closed to whisper, "Hello, pretty girl. I know you are babysitting and not allowed company, but I had to see you. I even brought your favorite ice cream." Chris held up a container of mint chocolate chip ice cream and tried to look winning.

There was no way the youth could stop himself as he buried his organ as deep into the older woman as possible. He froze, totally embedded in her, as his cum exploded deep into her cunt. His head bent back as he emptied his balls into her innermost private regions.

Morgana shook her head in open despair at her pupil's stupidity: "Master, didn't you know that glow worms are really beetles with shiny patches on their backs?"

As he talked to me, the other guy continued to do what he was doing. My husband had me so worked up already that it was hard to ignore how good this stranger felt. I knew my husband had fantasies about watching me with another man. I also knew he would have told this guy no intercourse because I wasn't ready for that yet. So I made myself relax. I was really enjoying it and as I looked over at my husband I saw he was really enjoying it too.

"Then I guess I'll just have to make the tape public, maybe even put it on the Internet."

"No thankfully. It was up to me to invite them, so that's one less problem I'll have to deal with on the night."

Eventually Adam had found a serious relationship with another girl and jokingly I used to tell Maggie she was jealous. By her defensive reaction I think she might have been. But it was no big deal. About six months ago we heard that Adam had broken up with his girlfriend. And again, half kidding, I suggested that this was her big opportunity to see if Adam really did have the kind of cock that he said he did. The kind of cock, quite frankly, that my wife longed for. And hadn't had in about ten years.

As I held onto his neck I realized my position. I was in my office, my sanctus-sanctorum; the place where I met with all my clients. My dress was bunched up around my waist and my panties pushed aside. A large penis was snaking its way toward my vagina, parting my moist lips with its large, plumb shaped head. I was about to start rutting like an animal in my own office, begging to be taken like a bitch in heat. This had never happened before! I was over 50 years old! This was my husband of over 30 years who was practically raping me in my own office and I was almost begging him to fuck me!

I couldn't believe that I was holding this girl by the shoulders and speaking with the most menacing voice I'd ever heard come out of my mouth.

His face went white and I continued, "Debbie set me up with her cousin Dave. If things go the way I hope they will I will be one very well fucked lady when I get home. That will make us even. Dave cancels out Felicity and tomorrow we will sit down and talk about where things should go. Try and save the marriage or go for the divorce. It will give you something to think about while I'm gone."

Moving to the side of the bed, whiskey bottle in hand, taking an old rag Henry wiped the cum from her stomach. When he was finished he lifted her head, placed the bottle to Dawnâ€™s lips and commanded her to drink. The Whiskey flooded her mouth as she swallowed, running down her cheeks onto the bed. He then poured the Whiskey over her stomach and again wiped her dry.

Her last words were drowned out by his cry as his orgasm hit him hard. He lifted her up, pushing down deep inside of her as his cock pushed against her cervix. She cried out, and his semen flowed into her waiting pussy.

"I know! But she is my wife and I still love her and I... uh, well you might be able to control what you say all the time but I'm afraid my conscience will make me slip up."

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She'd confided to him that she had three grown sons and had been married to a military man. He had been in the military years before and wondered about her experiences.

I said, "Do you try to get photographs of people in the act?"

Miranda walked around the door, marveling at how it stood on end with no surrounding walls to support its weight. "What is this?"

For months we had talked about our fantasies and everyday I looked forward to your many e-mails. Your letters as I call them tell me of experience and wisdom, good advice and wicked humour. So many times I have wanted to be near you and I know that you too have had that same thought. In our most recent letters to each other we had played a game. You told me the layout of your house and where it was situated. You told me about the large tree that branches out no more than six feet from your window. The reply to that letter was simple. Friday night at seven thirty, when your husband is out, I will climb that tree and sit on the very branch that stretches to you and I will watch you. Our past letters have bought us much pleasure, turning each other on with our games. Would you really believe me when I said I would be there?

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James' face was suddenly covered in hot, wet flesh, his head gripped by a pair of smooth thighs, even as Mistress Luna continued riding his cock. Startled, he tried to cry out and the smooth, salty taste of pussy filled his mouth.

By this time he had a chance to check me out. I am not a girl to pass up an opportunity so I locked my right knee and turned my left foot out a little while raising the heel off the carpet. This opened the skirt over my leg showing a good bit of bare thigh above the lace. Now to take a wide eyed situation and make it an open mouth hilarity I hooked my thumbs into the lapels of my jacket and slid my hands back to rest on my hips. This pulled the jacket open and tighten the thin cloth of the blouse over my tits.

She sunk down on the pew and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to evade the wicked images of the glistening marble sliding in and out of the pink channel between the nun's spread thighs. Audrey had never dared to touch herself in that sinful place, yet sometimes a deep yearning overcame her when she was bathing or dressing, and she fought the temptation to stroke the soft pink lips with their silky down.

"It is our pleasure Marty, but we would also like another favor if you wouldn't mind?"

"Eat my cunt!" she hissed. "Eat Jack's cum outta my pussy!"

"Hmmmm," Gina practically purred. You look so good baby. "Good enough to eat." With that, Gina bent forward slightly taking the head of the dildo in her mouth. I suddenly knew why Gina had been so popular in high school. Watching her mouth work over my rubber cock really started to turn me on.

She wore a tight leather corset that drew in her waist and accented her wide hips. Her breasts bulged up out of her corset threating to escape their prison. Her thin legs were long and the garters that were hooked to her fishnet stockings only accentuated her legs. The five-inch stiletto heeled lace up boots added to the over all package. She wore a wide leather dogs collar tightly around her throat that had a large stainless steel ring at the center that would be perfect for my leash. Instead of pants or a skirt the corset had a leather strap that was laced to the bottom edge of the front and went between her legs to be laced to the back of the corset effectively hiding her womanly virtues.

Rachel stripped off her sweater, bra, and skirt. Standing bare, she put on a white T-shirt, and then started to pull on a pair of jeans over her naked bottom.

"Fill my ass! Fill me good!"

The next day I looked forward to meet Mohan and did my household chores and proceeded towards the library. I was wearing a biscuit color saree with a sleeveless blouse. I reached the library to find that Mohan was on leave and that left me sad. Deep in my thoughts I walked towards the washroom. As I opened the door to walk inside someone pushed me from the back. I stumbled forward to catch my balance and when I turned around to see the offender I was shocked to see the kid from the bus.

He could not conceal the hard-on that tented his pants. His face was flushed; he knew that she had seen.

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