LOGINHe offered no more explanation, so I went ahead and tried it, assuming that’s what he wanted me to do. I stood up and leaned forward to take a swing, and it was much easier to keep the head of the mallet focused where I wanted it to go. I wasn’t entirely convinced it was the size of the mallet, however—except for the fact that the shorter mallet was, as a consequence, lighter. I’d just spent a good twenty minutes swinging that first mallet, so I felt some of my skill had simply come from my own practice.I took another swing with the new mallet, and then another. Alberto didn’t say anything, just watched me from beneath those dark, brooding eyes. I kept practicing. Occasionally he would comment, in the form of an instruction: “Slow down the swing.” “Lift your arm higher.”“Take off your jeans.”I looked at him, surprised. Had I heard him correctly? My heart was beating so fast I could almost hear it rev; I could hear nothing else. At last, this was the moment I’d been hoping for. Then
I kept guiding m horse around again, in tight circles, again and again, trying to hit that damned ball. But I never did. The mallet struck too high or too low or too far to one side. I’m really impressed by the Captain like this, I told myself each time, trying hard to fight the blush of shame and embarrassment that colored my cheeks.To my surprise, as I dismounted, the Captain said, “You’ve got a good seat and you ride well. But you can’t hit the ball for shit. Meet me in the practice room at the gym tomorrow at 6:30.”My heart was beating so hard and loud I couldn’t hear my own reply. I must’ve mumbled something. He hadn’t offered anyone else a private lesson, so he must actually see something in me. My cock felt pinched in my jockeys again. I wanted to climb up into the hayloft and jerk off, but I didn’t know how to get up there yet. I went into the bathroom instead. My hand was covered with grime and horsehair but I didn’t care. I fisted my stiff cock until I came, whispering “Al
The yellow xeroxed sheet with this information was riding in my back pocket, folded into a tiny square, as I crossed campus. I couldn’t help imagining myself astride a horse, the feel of the withers pressing up against my asshole, rubbing back and forth. I was getting so hard I was sure that everyone walking past must notice my erection. I swung my books loosely in front of my crotch, feeling like I was in high school again. Nostalgia 101.I’d grown up on horseback, riding competitively in dressage and hunter chases until I hit high school and decided it wasn’t masculine enough. Even then, I knew I was gay, but I was afraid people would find out. In high school, it just wasn’t accepted. So I did everything I could to pretend I wasn’t. In college, things were different, but I still wasn’t comfortable being completely out. There were these football players who lived on my floor, who I had to share a bathroom with, and I was terrified of what they might do to me if they knew I was gay an
“So fucking tight and wet for me, baby,” Phillip groaned deeply, his voice thick with raw desire as he gripped Monica May’s hips firmly beneath her skirt. The sensation of her slick walls clenching around his throbbing cock sent waves of pleasure surging through him with every subtle movement of the car.“Barry,” Phillip called hoarsely from the backseat, his breath ragged. “Hurry up or Kenji will miss his flight.”“I’m on it!” Barry replied, his hands steady on the wheel despite the heated scene unfolding behind him. He weaved skillfully through the bustling traffic, stealing heated glances in the rearview mirror at his wife impaled on Phillip’s thick length. The sight made his own arousal strain painfully against his pants.“Slow down, you greedy little slut,” Phillip teased Monica May with a wicked grin, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She deliberately rocked her hips in slow, torturous circles, edging them both deliciously while keeping his cock buried deep and throbbing
She was incredible at sucking dick, deepthroating with filthy popping sounds that drove men wild. Barry stroked blindly, regretting every delay in giving her the male threesome she craved.When Phillip warned he was close, things shifted. Barry heard movement, then unmistakable wet slapping sounds. Suddenly, Monica May flicked off his blindfold.Just as their eyes met, Phillip slammed into her pussy from behind, pounding her hard over the desk.“Yesss, yessss, yessssss!” Monica May wailed, staring straight into Barry’s eyes as she came explosively. The sight pushed Barry over the edge too. Phillip followed, pulling out at the last second to paint her jiggling ass with thick ropes of cum.They dressed in heavy silence afterward. Phillip informed them both would be on mandatory leave but working offsite with him for the week.“Tonight, I need you both with me. I have a meeting with Japanese investors. They expect me to bring my wife—so Monica May will play the role. Barry, you’ll be my
Monica May didn’t catch the mockery. “Well, to be honest, Phillip—Barry and I have done threesomes before. But only with another woman. He promised we’d try one with a man, but it never happened.”She couldn’t deny the blazing attraction to her boss, but guilt would eat her alive if she didn’t tell Barry. Their dynamic would shift forever.Phillip was stunned. He had almost forgotten her husband was Barry from accounting—a solid employee, sure, but hardly the kind of man who deserved a goddess like Monica May. Why was this buxom blonde so loyal to him?“Would you want me to join you and your husband in a threesome?” he asked directly.The hungry look in her eyes said everything.“Can you make him agree?” she whispered, her pussy growing slick again at the thought.“Well, can you?” Phillip pressed.A sexy, mischievous smile curved her lips. “I think I can… but I’ll need your help.”Phillip sank into his executive chair. “Spill it.”Monica May laid out the truth: Barry’s clever embezzle
A moment later, a woman appeared tentatively in the opening. She was dressed in a crisp navy knee length skirt suit under which she wore a white silk blouse. She carried a white leather clutch bag and a gold and diamond brooch sparkled from her lapel. Liv’s estimate of the age of the voice had been
Olivia Stewart sat glumly behind the counter, staring out on another unproductive morning and anticipated another unpromising afternoon.‘Liv’, as she liked to be known, had not let the loss of her job a couple of years earlier drag her down. Definitely a ‘glass half full’ type of person, she had s
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, repeating it after every strike that landed over her ass. My cock was rock hard and almost bulging from my trousers. Then I had a much better thought of how to punish her more effectively. I pulled her back up and stood her at the side of the bed, letting go of her arms
Ever since my marriage fell apart, and my bitch of an ex-wife left me for some hunky personal trainer, I’ve been a little short-tempered. You see, we had built a home together and raised a beautiful daughter, Emma, who I love more than anything else in the world. We had a gorgeous house in the subu







