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
Nothing ever excited me like being in the heart of a packed rock club, part of the crowd that surged towards the stage, bodies pressed together in a hot, heaving crush, moving as one to the music. Looking up at the singer, or the guitarist, shirtless in the sex-charged atmosphere, and wanting him w
Evelyn stood a foot away from Liam Harper and slowly began to lift up her skirt, revealing her stockings underneath. They were dark nylon with frills at the top, connected to her black lacy knickers with suspenders. She lifted the skirt all the way to her waist and held it there.“Eat!” she demande
Liam Harper knew exactly how it was. One day you’re working your dream job at an awesome company that treats you like a person, not a machine. You have everything you could ever want — a healthy salary, a cool apartment, and a platinum gym membership. Then, in one crushing swoop, the company goes i
I rolled onto my back."I think it's time you learned how to suck a cock, Lucia," I said. "Don't you?""I do!" She said moving between my legs. She gripped my shaft and looked at me, nervous."It's ok," I said. "You will do great. Lick it first. Then put it in your mouth. I know you watch porn, so







