Masuk“When did you ever see it?” my wife asked. “Not counting pornos. I mean in real life? Being right there?”“Well, I used to drive for those girls that worked bachelor parties for one. It was practically a given at any decent party. A girl on girl action is expected.” I said.“Decent?”“You know what I mean. It’s like porn films used to be, the mainstay of the party.” I told her.“I thought they were just strippers. You never told me they did that.”“Well, they’re called strippers no matter what they do as long as they’re naked.”“I didn’t even know they got naked.” She said. “We’ve had so-called strippers come by our office for birthday parties. They never actually got naked. What else is there that I ought to know about these strippers?”“Nothing. You know too much already.” I said only half kidding.“It’s too late to dummy up now. Besides I’m not mad, just surprised.”“The only time I really, REALLY, got turned on was with Candy and Mandy. We worked together a lot. They worked, I dro
I had been looking forward to this.I hadn’t had a vacation in two years and it seemed like forever since I had taken two weeks of time off all at once.I had booked my two weeks at this posh resort in the Caribbean, in the off season, so it wouldn’t be so crowded and, of course, because of the off season prices. I was fairly affluent, but prided myself in my frugality and the exact order in my life. Even though it was a vacation, I had every day… every hour… planned. I was ALWAYS in control. Always.I threw my bags on the floor and rushed to the bathroom.I had made an appointment to go para-sailing in the afternoon and changed to my swim suit with the brightly colored gauzy cover up to stop me from getting too much sun OR revealing too much of my full figure. I felt that would keep me in control on the beach. No oglers would leer at me.I took a cold drink from the mini-bar and stepped on to my balcony to take a look at the surroundings. I would head toward the beach after I finishe
I went out hoping to meet some of my friends out I stopped by this club where I knew there would be someone I knew. It’s not your ordinary club let’s call it a mixture of ppl…straights bisexual and lesbian. Since I’m straight maybe a bit curious but no lesbian I went in.. The club was crowded but not that crowded where you couldn’t walk around. I got myself a drink and sat down taking in the scenery.. I’m dressed a short mid thigh skirt boots a nice top and I’m wearing my new leather coat….make up looks good I smell great now I wait and see. I’m halfway through my drink and I get a hello I say hi back she sits down she is so pretty great body from where I’m sitting…her name is Liz she’s about if not the same age as me I’m 26. Her dark hair is perfect her dark eyes so sexy she’s wearing all BLK skirt top boots.. We talk for a while and she says shell be back has to mingle some… so I order one more drink and walk around some..I’m standing by this partition looking into the cr
This was the night Ciara made our arrangement permanent.She arrived later than usual, close to midnight, carrying a heavy bag and wearing an expression that told me tonight would be different. There would be no warm-up. No gentle teasing. She was here to claim me completely.“On your knees in the center of the living room,” she ordered the moment she stepped inside. “Naked. Now.”I stripped as fast as my trembling hands allowed and dropped to the floor. Ciara wasted no time. She locked the heavy leather collar around my throat, attached a thick chain, and clipped the nose hooks into my septum ring so tightly that my nostrils flared wide and ugly. She bound my arms behind my back in a brutal reverse prayer position, then forced me into a tight hogtie on the cold floor.For the next three hours she used me without mercy.She began with hot wax, pouring it over every inch of my body — my heavy hanging 38DD breasts, my thick nipples, my welted ass, the backs of my thighs, and finally dir
The routine had become my new normal, but Ciara was clearly getting bored with the same old patterns. She wanted to remind me that she could destroy me in fresh ways whenever she felt like it. That Thursday evening she arrived at my apartment with a duffel bag full of new toys and a wicked glint in her eyes. “Tonight we are changing things up, you pathetic cow,” she announced as soon as she walked in. “No more boring yoga poses. Tonight I want you completely helpless.” She ordered me to strip and then tied me in a new, humiliating position. She pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists to my ankles, forcing me into a tight hogtie on the living room floor. My heavy 38DD breasts were squashed against the carpet and my fat ass was forced high in the air. She clipped the nose hooks in and strapped them extra tight so my nostrils stayed flared wide open the entire time. Then she blindfolded me. Everything became more intense in the darkness. I could only hear her moving arou
The days were starting to blur together in the most degrading way possible. Every morning Ciara used me in my own office, and every evening she came to my apartment to push me further. The welts on my tits and ass never fully faded anymore. They were always there, a constant reminder of who I really was beneath the expensive suits and professional smile. This particular morning Ciara arrived even earlier than usual. She had a small black bag with her that made my stomach twist with nervous excitement. “Today we are going to play a little game, whore,” she said as she locked the door. “Strip.” I obeyed quickly, baring my heavy breasts and turning around so she could see the massive plug still seated in my ass from the night before. Ciara replaced it with something new — a thick vibrating plug with a remote control. She pushed it deep inside me and turned it on to a low setting. The buzzing filled my ass immediately and made my cunt clench. “Keep this in all day,” she ordered. “And
I glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and gave my desk a couple of sharp raps with the butt end of my ruler, quickly bringing my fifth-period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order.This was my first class in this school since my transfer last week, and hell has been happening
It had been almost three weeks since Beatrice and I started sinning together. Every few nights she would sneak into my room after lights out, or I would go to hers. We didn’t even pretend it was just “comforting” each other anymore.We were fucking. Plain and simple.Two horny nuns rutting like ani
I am Sister Mary, thirty-five years old, and until recently I had never known the touch of another person, let alone a man. I had taken my vows as a virgin and believed I would remain one forever.But something had been stirring inside me for months.The dreams started innocently enough—soft kisses
“Fuck, you're such a cumslut!” Terry hissed as she grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. I wanted to protest, but her fingers crammed in my pussy, working their magic. Moans replaced my words, rising to a crescendo as she grinds her thumb over my clit harder. “Nice shot,” Professor Xander clapped.







