The Lift
Written on 19 November 2007 by SabrinaSarah was late. Running out of the office she stumbled on the rug, where the carpenters had promised to come back and nail everything down. “Bloody hell,” she swore, and looked down at yet another run in her stocking. “Perfect end to a lousy day,” she said, and smoothing down the front of her dress, she hoisted her big purse over her shoulder.
“Get back,” she hissed pushing down the paperwork she had rolled up to try to work on at home, just as soon as she got out of her night class. “Which I’m not going to get to on time,” she muttered and hastened down the hall.
It was then she realized the heel of her shoe was broken. For a moment, she stood in the middle of the hall, tapping her foot, then sighing; she pulled her shoes off, breaking the heel off both shoes. Throwing the pieces of plastic and wood into the nearest dustbin, she was now free to run to the lift, which she did with deliberate speed.
Collin was already standing in front of the lift, pushing at the buttons. He glanced up at the numbers at the top of the door.
“Wot’s this, a cattle drive on the 13th floor,” he said, when the number stayed lit up for the longest time “President’s floor,” Sarah commented coming up behind him. She sniffed and straightened her jacket. “Can’t hurry the Missus,” she said, looking down at her own legs, “might get a run in her stocking.”
The Young Couples Flight!
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManI grabbed Curtis around the neck and rammed my lips onto his and our tongues sucked deep and hard as our lust increased in intensity. He began to increase speed and my cunt delighted in the feel of his hard cock slamming into it. In and out he plunged as he fucked every corner of my cunt. I slid one arm from his neck and dropped it down to my clit and rubbed. I screamed as I felt the orgasm begin and I KNOW the passengers heard me that time. My body shook and my eyes began to water as the flow of my orgasm ripped through me. Suddenly Curtis pulled his cock from my dripping cunt, lifted me off the small sink and whispered;
I want your arse baby girl.
I gripped the edges of the toilet seat as I bent over as far as I could in that confined space and I screamed again as he grabbed my hips and drove his hard prick straight into my tiny arse hole. I gritted my teeth as I felt the thrusting of each stroke reaming deep into me but Curtis knew I loved to be arse fucked as much as cunt or mouth fucked and so he plunged harder and faster into my tight hole until suddenly he moaned and murmured that he was going to shoot it out into my arse.
I felt his cock grow just that little bit harder just a few seconds before I felt that hot cum spurt into me. I felt it slide out and run down my leg as he pulled his cock out before plunging in yet again to finish that massive eruption into the depths of my body. And he continued to ram in and out until he was totally spent and all his lovely hot cum was either inside my arse or running down my leg. I felt his semi hard cock slide from me but before I could grab a tissue from the wash stand to wipe the spunk from my arse and legs Curtis had dropped to his knees behind me and rammed his stiff tongue deep into my now wet arse.
Horny Drunk Girl
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManBefore I begin this story I want you to know that it is 100% true. The only thing I’ve changed were the names so sit back and enjoy.
It’s 4:00 am and I’ve been up all night. I’m driving home after a long day. I pull up to a stop light and I see what looks like a woman walking in the street. I immediately think she must be a hooker. It’s late at night in a pretty shady neighborhood why else would a woman be walking in the street on her own? The light turns green and I drive towards her direction now she seems to be stumbling. I changed my mind she’s not a hooker she’s just drunk. I pulled over and asked her if she needed a ride.
She stood there staring at me I’ve got a much clearer view of her now. There’s nothing particularly attractive about her. She’s a big girl and I don’t mean tall. In fact she’s pretty short and her clothes are too tight for her size. Her hair is a mess and what little bit of makeup she had on seems to be mostly smeared off. At this point I notice the pair of shoes in her hand. She’s been stumbling through the street drunk and barefoot. She didn’t hear me so I rolled the window down further and asked her again, “It’s late do you want a ride?” She stumbles back and forth a bit, shoots me a smile, and hops in the car.
She thanks me repeatedly. I asked for her name. It’s Lisa Rose I think she’s Italian. She just came out of the bar and was trying to get back home. Her boyfriend was tired and left early but she wasn’t finished partying yet. I was glad to help It’s really late and who knows what could’ve happened to her. She starts telling me about what a crazy night it was, about all the men who were hitting on her. Then she starts talking about “the blond girl”. “God she was soooo fucking hot! Everyone was staring at her.
Gym fun
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManI worked as a lifeguard at a small community pool until I was 20. Each and every summer the MILFs would spend the days down at the pool, in their skimpy little bikinis until their husbands decided to come home. One in particular always caught my attention. Her name was Melissa, she was 31, about 5′5, maybe 120 pounds with the most perfect shaped tits, probably 32C’s from what I could guess, light brown hair and skin to match. I had known her for a few years, as a regular, so each time she would come down we would spend some time talking. She told me she was recently divorced, and would constantly flirt with me and a couple of the other guards.
One July day, I was opening early by myself. She came in shortly after and asked if she could set her stuff up early, and that she would be right back. I said sure and went about setting up the chairs around the pool. We started chatting and she was telling me about a date she had the night before, and how it didn’t go so well. The guy was apparently older and when they went back to his place, he wasn’t very good in bed. I laughed and said Well, maybe you should try a little younger then? She looked at me and said Maybe I will. She gave a playful smile and said she would be right back. So I finished setting up and sat at the guard table. She came back down an hour or so later with her kids and a couple of other MILF’s. My partner showed up and we went about the day. But I couldn’t help but glance over every so often to watch her well tanned, well toned body glisten in the sun, and her perfect tits. She would walk around the pool every so often and talk to others…then go right back to sitting across the guard table. I caught her casually bending over and showing off her cute little ass. This went on all day, and she seemed to know that she was turning me on, flashing me a grin each time she saw me check her out. The sun starts to set and we close up the pool, kicking out the last few stragglers.
Wild Night Out
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManI stood, leaning against the wall of Starbucks, slightly slouching as I looked up and down the sidewalk. I’m Nate and this is a true story about the first time I had sex in a public place. I was 17 at the time and was waiting for my date.
I glanced up one way again and saw her walking towards me. Maggie was only a sophomore but every guy in school dreamed about getting with her, and from what I had heard, no one yet had popped her lovely cherry. She was wearing her long brown hair down tonight and had a tank top on that showed off plenty of cleavage, her skirt came about halfway down her sexy thighs.
I smiled as I saw her coming, she smiled back. We went into Starbucks. I ordered myself an iced-mocha, she ordered some sort of smoothie. The shop had some bench seats and we went to sit on one while we sipped our beverages. We talked for awhile, just random small talk. Everytime I looked at her it took all of my will power not to just grab her right then and there. I think she could sense that because she started to tease me, touching her breasts by “accident”, throwing her hair around and giving me a sweet, sexy look once in awhile.
Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned over to her and whispered “I want you.”
She smiled at me and started to rub my crotch under the table. I closed my eyes and almost moaned loud enough that the whole shop heard me. I put my hand on her thigh and started to creep it up towards her pussy. She gasped at my touch. She got up and half-walked half ran out of the back of the shop.
Horny at work
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManSarah had just turned 17. Because she had been varsity swimmer for her highschool, Sarah had no problem getting a job for the summer as a lifeguard at a local park. Swimming had not just blessed Sarah financially. The long days of intense practice had toned her flat stomach and given her lean, slim legs. She was beautiful; about 5 foot 6 with long, shiny black hair, C sized bra cups, and a firm, tight ass.
Every day during the summer, Sarah would drive to the small park. She’d spend her days talking on her cell phone and tanning, bored out of her mind, attempting to remain alert in case of an emergancy. The lake was normally very busy, and Sarah knew that if anything bad were to happen, she would be held responsible, being that she was the only lifeguard on duty. The only perk she recieved from her job at the park was getting to watch Bryan every day. Sometimes he’d arrive with his friends, sometimes alone. He always looked so hot, his tan skin, his long, sandy blonde hair, and that beautiful, toned body. This would always make Sarah’s pussy tingle, that familar feeling of arousal, and she’d blush from embarassment.
She knew it was impossible for anyone to know how wet she was, but she still felt as if they did. Especailly Bryan. The way he looked at her with his big, brown eyes. One day at the lake it was very cloudy, so Sarah spent the day reading and praying for rain. Though no one was there, she couldn’t close the park down unless it rained heavily.
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In the Club
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManI was getting bored, so I went over to the dance floor and started to dance with the blonde. I found out that her names was Karen, and that she was twenty-four. Karen was pretty drunk, giggeling non-stop. I saw that Jason was now dancing with the brunett, but my attention soon switched back to Karen.
After dancing for about half an hour I bought Karen a drink, and found out some more stuff about her and her friends. The redhead’s name was Ann, and the brunette’s name was Laura. As we were talking another one of my friends came over to us, holding the hand of the redhead Ann.
“Hey Mark! I see you’ve met Anne.” I smiled. Mark was a big muscular black guy, with a smile that every girl trusted.”Yeah Greg, and who’s this lovely lady?” Ann giggled for seemingly no reason. I guess she was drunk too. Hehe. “This here is Karen, Karen this is Mark.” I intruduced.
Ann giggled again, and I saw why. Mark was rubbing her ass. Then Jason came over with Laura, the brunette. Soon all five of us guys were standing around, talking to the girls and buying them drink after drink, and soon, we were just as drunk as them.
After a while we went to dance, and I had Karen in a love sandwich with my friend James. I was getting pretty horny with Karens ass rubbing up agains my crotch. I guess this made dancing hard, and so, after a while, all of us were sitting in one of the make out rooms, just talking.About What exactly I don’t remember.
I do remember all of that sexual tension in the air though. Karen was flushed from the dancing, and she was breathing pretty hard. Ann and Mark were over in a corner making out, so we just left them alone. After a while we heard Jason and Laura kissing, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned over and kissed Karen, who kissed back, and pretty soon, our tongues were playing a game of tag.
A Walk In The Park
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManMy cousin was getting married, and my mother being the pushy woman that she is INSISTED that I have a date for it. Being that it was Thursday, and the wedding was on Saturday, gave me very little time to find one. Luckily, my best friend Sean took pitty on me, and told me that he would be my date. I gave him a big hug, and told him that he should be at my house by 2 o’clock.
Sean, being the prompt guy that he is, showed up a half hour early. He sat in the living room with my brothers waiting for my mother and I to finish getting ready. I was in my room wearing nothing, when I heard a creek in the floorboards outside my door. Knowing that I closed it, I thought nothing of it. I slipped my dress over my body, and turned to walk out of my room, when I noticed that my door was cracked. When I opened it, Sean jumped, and said that once he saw I was naked, he turned away. I could see him blushing, and covering his hardon. I laughed and walked downstairs.
The wedding was long, and the reception seemed to drag on. I was out on the patio of the Community Center where it overlooked the park smoking a cigarette. Sean walked out, and asked if I had one that he could smoke. When I stumbled because I was drunk, he laughed at me, and insisted that we go for a walk.
We were walking down the path in the park when he stopped. Being that I was drunk, it took me a few steps before I realized that I was talking to myself. I walked back to him and asked him why he had stopped. “I just- I just have to tell you how beautiful you look tonight.”
I blushed and told him thank you, then insisted that we continue walking. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. Once we stood chest to chest, he grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I felt his hand rising slowly to my tit, so I began to get turned on. He was rubbing my brest, and pinching my nipples. I pulled away from the kiss, and said, “You don’t want to do that, you’re going to get my panties all wet.”
Porn theater gangbang slut
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManI was a night shift worker on 12 hour shifts in, and anyone who has ever worked that type of schedule knows you have a lot of time off. A lot of time off in the wee hours of the morning, when the freaks come out to play. A normal night out would have been a trip to the corner bar, a fun joint with live music frequented by a wide range of people, from college students to older working folks and most everything in between. On this particular night I wasn’t really in the mood for the bar, so I fired up my mildly hopped-up ’89 Mustang 5.0, threw her into gear and sped off into the night for a drive around the city. I really loved that car, and regret selling it, she wasn’t the fastest or coolest ride in town, but the sweet sounding rumble from the dual exhaust, custom paint job and mag wheels made her quite a nice pussy wagon for a 23 year old guy who spent most of his time chasing skirts.
I headed up towards the airport, there was a really great, little-used road that ran parallel to the runway where the cops didn’t go much and you could really open up your car. After a couple of 100 mph plus blasts down the road, I turned off into a seedier part of town where several porno theaters and adult bookstores were located. Since I probably wasn’t going to be picking up any pussy that night, might as well pick up a dirty movie for later. I pulled into the first of two stores I would visit that night, one of the nicer ones that was pretty clean by adult bookstore standards.
I pressed the ringer outside the door, and was buzzed in by the desk clerk, strolled in and started to browse the many racks of adult dvd’s for rent. I was checking out some of the amateur titles, looked up and noticed a man and woman coming out of the theater area. They were in their 40’s, he looked the part of a businessman and she was sexy as all hell. Long legs, short skimpy gold sequined dress, dark thigh high nylons stockings with the tops peeking out just a touch, strappy style high heels, and the most beautiful big MILF breasts overflowing out of that low cut dress. She wasn’t a supermodel, in fact she had a little extra meat on her bones, probably 20-25 lbs heavier than she wanted to be. But she had that certain look that you know right away when you see it….a sexy older woman who loves to show it off to anyone that wants to look.
Well, I stopped looking at the dvd’s and started to watch this sexy broad wander around the store. I was amazed by the train of guys who had followed her out of the theater, there must have been 20 of them. Her and hubby made their way around the store, and she was obviously enjoying the attention, bending over seductively and really showing herself off to the crowd. One of the guys who had followed her out was standing near me, so I asked him about the woman. He told me that she was a regular at the local theaters and that she would often spend hours taking on all comers until either she or they were too exhausted to continue. I got the feeling it was usually them and not her who would be the first to call it quits. I had been in all the porn stores and theaters nearby but had never gone in to watch a movie, preferring to take the flick home and jack off in the comfort of my living room.
Teasing May
Written on 20 October 2007 by Da ManThere was this woman whom I always had my eye on. We frequently saw each other at the station on the way back from work. She often wore a typical yet tight office outfit, showing most of her great body. The black pantyhose she put on only added my desire for her. We often smiled at each other whenever we’re close inside the train and the scent of her body drove me sex instincts wild. And I’ve decided to something about it.
That day was just like any other day. It was 6pm and people are waiting for the next train to arrive. I saw her waiting on the platform. She smiled at me as I approached her.
“Hi there.” I greeted her. “Name’s Shun.”
“Hello. I’m May. This is the first time we talk to each other.”
“Well, yeah. We’ve been smiling at each other for weeks now. Figured I should do something about it.”
“Is that a come-on?” she asked, teasingly.
“If you like to put it that way.”
“Then you shouldn’t. I’m married you know.”
“I see. Your husband must be lucky then.”
“Lucky?”
“Of course. You’re beautiful and have a great figure for your age.”
“T…Thanks. How old are you?”
“Me? I’m 26. And you?”
“39.”
“I figured as much.”
May chuckled. “You’re much too young for me then.”
“I always like older women though.”
