Joy sets her cup down on the table after chugging it. She looks up at me and has a look in her eyes that I have never seen before. A look that tells me that things are about to go to the next level. I feel a pair of hands touch my shoulders, and a similar voice whispers in my ear, "I hope you enjoyed the show that your wife and I put on just for you. Joy says I can take you for a private dance."  I look at Joy; she is smi...

BRAD I sit down in the car and realize that Kate has nowhere to sit. To my surprise, Joy offers up my lap. Kate is on my lap before I can approve. My cock jumps, and I can feel the erection starting in my pants. I try so hard to think of anything else, but I recall when her hand touched my cock earlier. We pull out of the driveway, and I can feel Kate's ass making a small circle on my lap. The ride is rather smooth, so it...

To celebrate our twentieth wedding anniversary my wife Susie and I decided to return to Italy which we had first visited ten years earlier. The twins were seventeen years old now and quite capable of looking after themselves, although we did impress on them that we expected the house to look spotless when we got back, and issued a stern warning about what would happen if they had raided my store of single malts. We also h...

Daron crushed his can of beer with an amused smirk as the birthday boy struggled to even hold onto his. Kyle was having more than a little trouble staying in his lawn chair as well. “Last man standing, huh?” Daron turned to see Kyle’s blonde mom standing in the sliding glass door and shaking her head. She was the cool Mom who let them have drinking parties and kept the other parents from finding out about it. Daron nodded...

Honey had been working at the Pussy Cat Club for Mr. Sarantos for a little over a year when one day, Honey and Charles were sitting down to breakfast. It was a fairly ordinary day; the weather was nice, Charles was getting ready for another day of work, and Honey would soon be headed to the club to start her shift. She had been able to keep her "second life" under wraps and Charles had no idea his wife was a stripper. The...

Dressed now, she sat in the dressing room waiting nervously to come on stage and take her clothes off for men. The club wasn't very full; it was still too early for the main crown to hit. There were about fifteen or so men in the audience. That was good for her–Honey was nervous and didn't want to dance for the first time in front of a packed crowd. It was still early, and the lunch crowd had already started to dwindle. T...

“You just missed Sheriff Fatman, he was looking for you.” ‘Shit!’ Ellie slumped against the wall. This game of cat and mouse couldn’t go on much longer. She was two months behind with the rent. She hadn’t realised Art School would be so expensive. She seemed to be in the college shop almost every day buying brushes, paint, paper or canvas. Mr Rackmann, or Sheriff Fatman, as Jodie had christened him, was their overweight,...

"I don't know... I just don't know. I've gone over our books a dozen times. There's just no way we are going to make this month's payment–not with the way the economy has been around here," Charles said. Charles Davidson and his wife Honey owned and ran a small landscaping business which, when they first started it, did pretty well. So well, in fact, that they felt comfortable getting some bigger (and more expensive) equi...

The private strip-show I’d done for Dick had left me with a sore arse but a full purse. That same weekend, I’d agreed to do an extra Sunday afternoon show in the Farringdon Arms to help out one of the other girls and I was a bit worried that my bum might still be bit sore after the bashing it had received on Friday. But I rubbed plenty of cream around it on Saturday, and by the next day, I found I could sit down without w...