Dissy was (and still is) a pretty brunette with gray eyes, an
appealing, healthy body and an irrepressible sense of fun. She had
just recently finished her dissertation and gotten her degree, and was
working part-time for a trade association while she evaluated her
career options. She was currently mulling over a sales position. Even
if that wasn’t what she had planned to do when she grew up, she was a
natural — everyone who knew her agreed to that.
Author: sexandporn
Celebrity Trainers: Megan Fox
“How did I get myself in this situation?” wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to have it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a film director. He was one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
“The bitch is blackmailing me” he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a good impression on film makers are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first director to have slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smart. She made a little film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the tape as collateral, threatening to release it to his family and the rest of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the years the price of her silence became bigger and bigger. The bigger it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
“Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Obsessed with big boobs
I’ve always been fascinated with women’s breasts. A nice ass, long legs and pretty face can always get my motor running but nothing works better for me than a tight top with lots of cleavage. In fact it’s seeing them encased in a bra, camisole or low cut shirt that excites me more than just a naked set of big tits. I constantly wonder what my cock would feel like between each set I see. I wonder what they would feel like in my hands and I want to see my seed covering them. I’d rather cum on a woman’s tits than any other part of their body which I’m know frustrates my wife sometimes.
I have been with the same woman for a long time and my wife has what most people would consider average size breasts. She knows I love breasts and she has certainly caught me on more than one occasion staring at other woman’s tits. I’ve tried many times to cum on my wife while she is still wearing her shirt but she always protested against it claiming that she had just washed it. I always feel that our sex is planned and contrived. It always the same basic love making and she doesn’t want to try new or outside the lines of just lying on the bed like a plank of wood.
Fantasy, Anal and Erotica
I sat on the bed, and viewed the marvel before me, close enough to reach out and touch. A sweet oval face, framed by long blonde hair. Long blonde eyelashes too, around massive pale blue eyes, sparking with life and personality. A button nose. Thick, pink, kissable lips. Moving down, a slender neck, high collarbones, and oh, such breasts! Large – maybe the size of grapefruit – and perfectly shaped, hanging deliciously from a pale chest.
Further down, a smooth belly, tapered to a narrow waist, with the slightest wisps of the longest golden locks poking out to either side. Then wide, flared, feminine hips.
And just at the meeting of long, lithe, shapely legs, a proud, erect penis, mirroring mine a few feet away from it. Hanging just below the engorged member, the unmistakeable wrinkled skin of a scrotum, slightly distended by the testicles it contained.
I looked back up, from those male genitals, across the perfect feminine body, to those shining eyes. I saw the hope and fear at war there, the desperation, the entreaty. And I made my decision.
Black Love revised
I am A cuckold husband by my wife who loves black cock. She is always telling me how great their cocks feel inside her and that, being white, there’s no-way she’ll ever let me put my tiny white cock in her again now that she has had the pleasure of black cock.
She loves humiliating me by having her black lovers come over and, since we have a door code on the apartment building, has me go out front to bring them in while she sits in the living room naked. When they enter she kisses them and lets them rub, and explore, her nakedness with their hands in front of me.
After she has been fucked and her black lover leaves, she has me come to the bedroom and orally clean her of his black seed, which I love doing.
Louvre Love
Across the wide marble floor of the art museum, I think I see
your face again. It’s too much of a coincidence! I saw you earlier,
I’m sure at the fountain in the park. I was watching the cute little
stone cherubs peeing into the water, while you were staring up at the
muscular nude goddess towering above the main geysers. And I’m pretty
sure that was you last night standing on the bridge over the Seine,
gazing dreamily into the churning water. Now, here at the museum, our
paths intersect again.
Wife sharing first time
Rachel and I have been together all our lives and have never had sex with some one else, until tonight. We both were content with the way we made love in the bedroom and neither of us thought it could get any better. That all changed when we met our new neighbors Kay and Randy, a change for the good we hope.
Rachel was on board with having sex with others, me well not so sure. Rachel is the love of my life and I never wanted to lose her.I laid there in bed after a night of the best sex she has ever given me .I was watching her thin ass wiggle and drip cum as she headed to take a shower and loved seeing it.
Even though that cum was a mixture of Randy’s and mine it didn’t matter because she was happy.I was thinking for all the years I wanted her to give me a blow job Randy got one from her in 15 minutes. I have never seen her finger herself,let me eat her pussy or even have such an intense orgasm like she just had.
I drifted off to sleep thinking about that woman and how she had wanted me to have sex with Randy’s wife Kay. Kay wanted me but I could not have sex with her because i was so worried about what Rachel was doing next door.
I never heard the shower turn on or even off as I fell asleep quite easily, worn out by Rachel’s blow job and then sloppy seconds. I was awakened when I felt the bed move and a warm pussy sitting down near my face.I have heard from others how they ate out their wives but Rachel would never let me do it.
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I love the carillon
The girl swings her heavy hair into William’s arm, making his coffee
slosh over the Styrofoam cup. She smiles but doesn’t apologize;
apparently he’s supposed to take the physical contact as a recompense.
Half the coffee has spilled. The clerk at the outdoor snack-stand
notices him refilling his cup and demands an extra twenty-five cents.
The girl is already gone, sitting on a bench under a eucalyptus tree.
The December climate makes William irritable. Sunlight slams into his
forehead, and the lush Santa Ynez mountains yawn at his foul spirits.
He carries his coffee to Van Orman Tower, where he will spend the next
forty-five minutes playing Christmas carols on the carillon. Then he
will go to the auditorium to administer the final exam for his music
theory course. Finals week is ending; the campus is almost deserted.
Everywhere you can hear the gossip of palm and eucalyptus.
Cum drinking roomate
Should you be talking to your daughters about a new fad called *bleep* dunking? We had to censor the word for this broadcast but that is the letter C followed by the letter U and finally, the letter M. A game where two female participants submerge their heads in a bucket of seminal fluids gathered at a party or event and are only able to breathe again after ingesting its content. Sounds disturbing? But that’s not all: the opponent’s friend holds your head under, so it’s drink… or die.
And now for the weather. Heidi, are you doing any dunking this weekend? …in a pool, that is.
The bedroom TV was loud for the anchor’s voice to carry over the sucking and gurgling of one of Delilah’s famous blowjobs. “Hey aren’t you doing a dunk tonight?” asked the man on the receiving end. “Maybe you shouldn’t fill up on cum. If you die, who is going to suck our dicks?”
Delilah throated her roommate’s cock for the big oral creampie. After the whole load finished pouring down her throat, she gave her little cum belly a couple of slaps. “Just jerk off in a bucket like everyone else in this town, apparently.”
“You’re late, bitch.” A pretty, tanned blonde with hoop earrings told Delilah when she finally showed up at the party.
“I wanted to give the buckets a chance to get nice and full; wouldn’t want your first battle in town to have a hollow victory,” Delilah said.
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Teen Sluts – Lauire and Sammi
Today I want to talk about the early days of Charmers, the magazine devoted to young girl nudes. As I said before, my earliest models were from nudist families that I had already photographed for nudist publications. The two girls I’m writing about today were the second and third models I shot for Charmers.
Laurie was a ten – year – old pixie. Not only did she have a pixie haircut, she had an elfin figure and a terrific smile that lit up the whole room. She never seemed to run out of energy. At nudist resorts Laurie was the first child in the play area every morning, and the last child to leave at night. I learned how to shoot the young nude by taking pictures of her at nudist resorts. Yes, usually she was with her family, but I also worked with her one – on – one.
Laurie’s parents had never heard of Charmers, so I showed them two of the earliest issues. After leafing through them, Ben, her father, told me there wasn’t a single picture in Charmers that would be inappropriate in any nudist publication. He and his wife, Ruth, gave me permission, subject, course, to Laurie’s decision. Ruth admonished me not to take any “raunchy” pictures. I told her that I had never taken a “raunchy” picture in my life. (In 1971, it was true. )
Now for the most important part: asking Laurie. I didn’t think she was likely to refuse, and she didn’t. She made one request, though: “Can we do the pictures at the beach house?
