I have gone completely mad. There is no other explanation. After having Oliver over to my house for some exquisite lovemaking, I was hooked like a smack addict might be. I wanted more of my seventeen-year-old student; more of his sex. I thought I could not live without his lips on me. The next day in school, we played it cool. Both of us knew what was bubbling under the surface, yet my words of caution were prominent in o...

Roger trotted down the stairs, dressed in loose pants and a T-shirt. Marley was pacing the living room floor talking on the phone. Still naked, still looking freshly fucked. “…because it’s none of your business, Gloria! You have no idea what you’re even talking about.” She paused to listen. “Yes…yes…exactly right. And I would appreciate it if you would keep what you think you saw to yourself. I will see you on Monday!” Sh...

It had been two days since the Friday sex incident in the classroom with Oliver. I could not get all of the images and sensations out of my mind. Oliver’s body was overwhelming my thoughts to the point where my friend, Joyce, asked on the phone if I was distracted by something concerning. I had responded that I was 'ready to start' and that seemed to explain everything. True, my period was days away, and that did affect m...

Key to the agreement between the voluptuous Cassy and her cuckold husband, Roger, was that he must be ready to "prepare her for date night." This week it was Saturday night, so luckily no work to make him late. Her bull/lover, Derek was taking her Downtown Chicago to dinner and a Broadway musical followed by an overnight at a luxury hotel. While the two had exquisitely hot sex, Roger would be required to wait at home wear...

"He was at it again today!" I called to my husband when he asked how school went. His chuckle from the garage door was unsettling. "The little pervert! Are you going to tell Old George?" I had no intention of telling my principal that my junior student was staring at my bust in class...again. George Walters’ gaze was no better. "He will tell me it’s normal hormones, and if I just keep him after class to scold him, it will...

PART TWO “My wife’s boss’ name is Marley,” Roger said quite innocently. “What a co....incidence...," his voice trailed off, and his eyes grew wide. Cassy spoke next, with perfect calm and not like a person who is going to drop a bomb. “No coincidence, darling. This is my school's principal.” Roger looked up at Cassy with incredulous eyes, and the sneer she returned was deeply disturbing. "That's how I met the fuck of a li...

Cassy’s voice was sharp. “On your knees then, if that’s all you can offer!” Roger dropped to the carpet, and the familiar rush in his ears returned. Not knowing what his wife would do next made him swim in arousal. His willingness caused unexplained excitement that had rewired him. Roger served with joyful supplication. His nearly naked, reddening ass was the result of her first wave of irritation when he was late home fr...

Panic-level heart rates can have a way of blinding us. Our body fills with the roar of fear until we cannot see nor hear clearly. Unfortunately, Alison saw with intense clarity. She had completely stopped sucking the cock that was still sitting in her mouth. The sight of her slutty daughter pleasing her own daddy’s cock made her feel like she could win worst mother ever. Ronny’s cock thrusting in her mouth snapped her out...

“Yass! Oh god, right theh-!” Emily’s breath caught as the third orgasm of the afternoon ripped through her body. On her hands and knees, she gripped the bedsheets, her head pushed into the crotch below her on an expensive pillow. She was sure she was leaking excessive pussy juice on the redhead woman’s face, but she didn’t care. After all, her mom’s friend was a total submissive slut. Alison’s voice was ragged, “Yes Gwen!...

Labia taps from the crop became smacks. Trickling arousal becomes a gush. “Oh fuck! So harsh. Nngh- Hurts!” “Too much?” Smack! Yelp! “Stop! please!” Please don’t stop! Smack! Wince… a yank on the restraints and a back arch but no “red”; not even “yellow.” The furthest he had gone with his boss; one month ago he was almost fired for lack of aggression during negotiations. She pleaded. “I’m going to-!” Swish! Smack! This la...

Marty Wingate’s heart pounded and his stomach lurched when he saw the blue light flashing in his rearview mirror. The quick whoop of the short siren was unnecessary as he had already pulled over to the side of the road. He pulled out his insurance card and drivers license having no doubt whatsoever as to why he was being stopped. He was speeding… Through his own neighborhood. The motivation was real. The need to get there...

This was a phone call that Alison did not want to answer. It was the third time that Davenport had called. She could not avoid him all day… Like yesterday. She was starting to truly question her sanity. Six months into being a part-time prostitute was bad enough. Three months into being the mother of a prostitute working for the same person was even worse. She had these days where she just hoped he would never call back a...

Hannah held onto the headboard as if restrained by her own volition. The steady pounding of my pelvis as my cock drove into her 19-year-old, tight, gorgeous sex made wet, filthy noises that could be recorded and used by sound editors for the perfect essence of sexual supplication. My hands behind her knees, pushing up to her shoulders, were turning white; gripping so tight. Still this gorgeous, busty, blonde southern godd...

Carrie and I haven’t fucked in at least ten years. We have barely kissed in five months. In fact, the last passionate moment my wife and I shared was a year ago after her first “date” with Evan. She later admitted she was thinking of him when she kissed me, and I laughed. In thirty-two years of marriage things naturally progress; and can become something unexpected. Sometimes it is quite beautiful and pleasantly surprisin...