Even when your young years are gone and you’re about thirty, even when you’ve settled with a family, even then you can meet your old love and lose your mind…
Yellow leaves were falling off the trees. Birds were flying around pecking tiny pieces of bread from the ground, twittering and getting under feet of multiple passers by. One could physically feel electricity in the air. It was Paris. It was late October. Natalie Dupree, a 30 years-old married lady, was sitting in Hotel Ritz. She was a naturally beautiful girl who was so much unlike stupid pretty Babies who had nothing but their beauty. She was fashion show planner. She was sitting at table in the hall, smoking a cigarette and twisting a glass of wine in her hand.
All the men coming to the show couldn’t help looking at such a gorgeous woman. She was unique. She had some femininity most of the women of the 21st century have unfortunately lost. A picture of a French artist was hanging over the sofa she was sitting on. The atmosphere was very bohemian like, everything seemed to be very stylish and posh. Natalie was thinking over something.
She led the most usual way of life for her kind of occupation. It was a usual thing for her to call some famous designer, or to dine with L’Oreal representatives. She was smart, educated, she loved to read, all that made her incredibly sexy. She was a pro in her field, she never said more than needed, she always knew what to say in this or that situation. As for her private life, she’d been married for almost 6 years. They met in college. They were vehement lovers first, then their passion turned into friendship and trust that let them be together for so many years. It was difficult to call it a “marriage”, it was more of friendship, they didn’t get on each other’s nerves, they didn’t see each other often, and had sex twice a year or so. (more…)
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A married woman finds a lover who is really rude to her, he whips and slaps, humiliates and submits her, but she finds out that this is the thing she loves and she feels it’s the thing her husband hasn’t been giving her…
I hurt me to think we had to stop our sexual games in a day and had to have regular sex for my husband not to notice the scars on my body. We could hardly wait for the night to come to get in his room apartment after a workday. He dressed me off and tied me to the bed, not even letting me have a meal. I was lying tied waiting for him to cook dinner and eat it alone. He was having rest for about two hours then he pounced on me to torture me more and more. Feeling that we actually sinned made the sensations brighter. I was an obedient slave who accepted humiliation thanking him for the pain and abuse he gave me. My husband was always too kind and gentle to me. He had to spend a plenty of time turning me on. But I was leaking all the time now.
I started gushing the moment the whip touched my body or even before it when I was lying tied to the bed waiting for him to come and lash me, when I was dreaming of what he would do to me. I was lying on the bed, trembling, while he was frying meat and vegetable, while he was eating it, then he was looking through headlines in a paper, then he was watching TV news. I wasn’t daring to say a word all that time, cuz he could punish me for that. And it could be something more painful than lashing with a whip.
Once I asked him something while lying tied to the bed. He was in a frenzy of violence. He was lashing my vulva lips with a thin wire whip, then he raped me violently. I couldn’t stand up from the bed at all. Though I loved pain I didn’t dare to say a word any more.
I was inhaling smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. I was shivering with excitement. He remembered about me at last. He came into the room and saw me lying on the bed, leaking with lust. He undid his shirt slowly, then he threw off his pants. He took a scarf out of the wardrobe, nobody could hear me crying. He took a whip in his hands. I moaned and he turned me on my belly. I didn’t move feeling the first hit, then I started bucking and trembling. I was tossing about the bed, my lover never stopped lashing me, trying to cover every spot of my body with the whip. All my back and my ass were covered with red scars. (more…)
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Even if you are married and your family life seems happy and flawless, it can all be changed when you are invited to High School reunion, your former classmates don’t care about your being married and they want to have fun!
Twenty years have passed since they graduated high-school. Mandy was thinking with tenderness about those two guys back in school she had thing called “love”.
When her husband saw the invitation for the high-school reunion he insisted on going with her. He bought two business class tickets and booked a room in the hotel where they were supposed to have the reunion.
But the last minute his plans changed. He had super busy schedule at work but thought that Mandy had to go anyways and took her to the airport. After a few hours of comfortable flight his beloved wife arrived to that hotel.
Mandy came up to the reception and in a few minutes was waiting for the elevator to take her to her room. Suddenly she heard someone calling her name. She turned around and saw him…
Ashton hasn’t changed much in 20 years. His hair got a bit grey but other than that he looked handsome. Ashton was her first boyfriend in school and was the best man she has ever had including her husband.
Sweet memories collapsed on her. Their first time when she lost her virginity in the school summer camp, her first orgasm, their making outs in the boys locker… when she was standing on all fours so that he could easily do her from the back just pulling up her cheerleader’s skirt! They fucked like bunnies until Ashton’s family moved to Colorado. (more…)
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A bus driver finds a purse that belongs to a sexy, young chick, he wants to give it back to her but definitely he wants a reward and she’ll have to give it to him…
Being a bus driver isn’t as bad as one might think. Kevin is convinced it definitely can be nice by the end of the night shift. His bus on the route 40 is the favorite one for the drinking people from the Glendale Park downtown. Sometimes though those who have a drop too much behave too loud but the cabin doors securely protect him from possible encroachment.
He likes sliding on the dark asphalt of the empty night streets and watches the lights go down in the windows. The city tired from the day anxiety falls asleep… Only the toxic neon lights of advertisements and the stop lights are always awake.
That night by the end of the rout at the garage Kevin had to go around the bus and take out the mess passengers left on the seats. Sometimes he finds document folders, wallets, purses. But mostly it is piles of empty bottles and gum and all other nasty shit. Kevin was about to exit the bus when he saw something dark on the seat. He is an honest guy, but those kinds of findings make him feel nice. He appreciated those who would give him rewards for the lost and found wallets and documents. It would always be generous and would make a good addition to his modest earnings.
So, he took the purse and went to the dispatching office to sign out from the shift. (more…)
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There’s probably no man here who never dreamed of fucking his female boss, that’s when you feel the power and authority, that’s when you let her see that men are superior…
At work everyone calls her Mrs. Parker, except colleagues like me who have worked there long enough to simply call her Samantha. She’s our financial director.
I’m not sure how old she is but I would say she’s about 47 or 48, not less. She is a mother of three adults and one of them is my age actually. She is a single mother… as far as I know she’s a widow.
May be she dates some man or whatever, but nobody at the company knows about it. Samantha looks gorgeous…her endlessly beautiful dark brown eyes, short black haircut. She’s tall, got amazing hips and pretty big tits that made me stare at her quiet a number of times. Of course, the secret is in those push-up bras she wears but when I see her cleavage in that light vanilla suit I can’t take my eyes off her. From the side angle it is easy to spot her lacy bra. Damn, that is delicious! I just can’t take my eyes off her.
Especially when she’s sitting at her desk the view from the top is just spectacular. Her deep cleavage is just so tempting that I have to make myself concentrate so that I don’t get on my knees and fall for those amazing Venus meadows. May be it’s all in my head and some may say I’m crazy but I have always been attracted to the women older than me.
So they say, it is son to mother instinct that every man has in the nature but it is expressed to the different extent. I remember back in school I was totally into my teachers; I deeply fell in love with the Math teacher. I used to whisper her name when I masturbated… (more…)
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A young promising manager works side by side with a colleague who is much older than him, love conquers all ages they say, and it is true…
How old was I that time? 24… I guess. What about Nancy? She was some 45, I do believe women are in blossom at this age, it’s the best age ever. I was a senior manager that time and there were about twenty “mommies” (as I called them) working for me. As for Nancy she wasn’t a “mommy” she was a very hot mature chick. She was a tall raven-haired brunette with long curly hair, bright black eyes, and plump tasty lips. She had a thin waist and big peachy butt that was always covered by a tight skirt. Yeah, she had terrific boobs that were sticking out through her semi transparent blouses.
She was looking at me with pure adoration. I was a young and promising specialist who was never afraid to turn to bosses with a proposal or criticism. I was brave and not looking back that time. We often stayed late working; we loved to chat about all kinds of things. She was always saying things that I loved to take for compliments; she said she took me as a role model for a great manager. I hope she was sincere. She often blushed saying those words, that was really touching. I guess it happened right during one of our chatting sessions when I kissed her blushing cheeks and she responded to my kiss… I was squeezing her big bob in my hand, my other hand was sliding up her nylon black stockings, while she was kissing me vehemently, she was moaning, caressing my shoulders.
I put my hands on her hips to squeeze her buttocks. I realized there could be nothing to stop us, she wanted to fuck me right there in my office. I was kissing her, while my hands raised her blouse, undoing her bra. I felt her heavy tits in my hands, she was moaning lustfully and passionately. Her tits were just terrific! Those were firm DD cups with brown nipples that became erect when I touched them. I started kissing her breasts. My hands were squeezing them, my tongue was licking the nipples, speeding up and making them harder, biting them now and then. I was groaning and sighing with delight. (more…)
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Sometimes you can be attracted to your mother in law and she’s gonna turn you on more than your wife, it all depends on sexuality and you can’t resist it…
I’m a divorced guy. My wife used to be really inexperienced in sex and lacked initiative. I was trying my best to introduce some new forms of sex to her. We tried oral and anal sex, but she didn’t like it, she said I was a pervert and that she preferred classical positions and no light, please. By the way, we had sex about once a week usually. Can you imagine that?
I’d been always drawn to older women. After having sex with my mother-in-law (she was 30 years older than me) I realized I really liked mature or even elderly ladies. I wanna tell you a story about me and my mother-in-law. The story happened two years before I got divorced.
My wife was on a business trip, my farther-in-law was out of town too. My mother-in-law invited me for dinner on Saturday. While laying the table she bent down and her boob fell out of her blouse. Her boobs were huge, the nipple was long and the area around it was of dark brown color. She straightened her back and set the blouse right, hiding the boob. It really turned me on. She didn’t even blush. When I looked at her again her blouse rim was raised up, her big round butt was covered by a tight skirt. Seemed she wasn’t wearing panties. I looked down at her legs (I’ve always been crazy about legs). I can’t say why but I touched them. She started but didn’t move and didn’t say a word.
My hands were sliding up her chubby hips. I touched her ass and started patting it. My finger was on her crotch, caressing her vulva lips and her asshole. My mother-in-law was moaning, her pussy became wet, her anus was contracting and getting wider, she was swaying her enormous butt. I didn’t even think her anus was so well worked out! I raised her skirt, got on my knees, kissing her legs and buttocks. She leaned on the table straddling her legs and arching her back. Her anus became a big hole, I stuck my tongue in her rectum as deep as possible. I was fondling her buttocks, her belly and her boobs, I was pinching her erect nipples. (more…)
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A young babe meets a mature guy in the park, he looks handsome and gentle, but is that really true if you want to get to know him better?
I was sitting in the park, devouring a hotdog. Birds were twittering around me, it was a very nice spring day. Wind was playing with my long hair, I was sitting on the bench with my legs crossed, I was wearing a skirt. I saw happy couples passing me by, kissing each other. I was looking at them enviously as I hadn’t had a real wild romance for such a long time… I was deep in my thoughts and didn’t notice a man sit on my bench and start talking to me. I looked at him. He was a handsome man of about 45. He looked like he used to be a real skirt chaser in the past. He looked me up and down, paying significant attention to my mouth when I was eating my hot dog. He moved up closer and put his warm hand on my knee, raising up the skirt rim.
I must say that I had two different feelings that moment. I wanted to stand up and leave. And then I decided to stay cuz I was damn curious what would happen next (I guess all 18 year old girls are curious about such things, right?). I liked what he was doing, that’s true and I can admit it. We started talking, I said I’d love to live in one of the houses overlooking the park and the river. He said he had an apartment in one of the nearby buildings, and he would love to show me the view from his windows. In less than 30 minutes I was standing in the elevator going to the 25th story. All of a sudden he pushed the stop button and came up very close to me.
He pressed me against the wall, holding my hands tight, not letting me move. He raised my skirt and stared feeling me up. He was gentle at first. But then he became very rude. I was about to cry when he closed my mouth by his, sticking his tongue deep in my throat. His hand was touching my panties through the stockings. Two fingers were lying on my clit. I was trying to escape. I wanted to have some adventures, but I wasn’t dreaming of that kind of adventure, really. I was kicking him when he suddenly took cuffs out of his pocket. He chained my wrists. He was very rude. When he chained me to some handle behind my back, he closed my mouth with his palm and tried to turn me around. It wasn’t difficult for him to do it, he was a strong guy. (more…)
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When two teachers stay together in college after classes, they have to find a way to entertain themselves, no students around, just the empty building and they by themselves, why not have fun?
The college was empty. Mr. Smith was going to go home. He came into administration room. He saw Valerie there. Valerie Walles taught economics. She was a cute blonde wearing her hair in a bob. She had D-cups, flexible body, and beautiful legs.
- Valerie, you’re still here? You said your husband would come over to drive you home.
- He’s out hunting. He’s having fun. I decided to stay and work some more.
- Listen, I’m not in a hurry either. I’ve got some brandy and a bar of chocolate in my office.
- Well, I don’t know…
The door flung open and they saw the night watchman, Mr. Ferguson.
- Good evening Mrs. Walles, good evening Mr. Smith. Are you gonna stay here for long? I need an hour to get back home to see if my wife is all right, she’s badly sick.
Mr. Smith nodded.
- That’s ok. We have some stuff to do here anyway. We’ll wait for you to return.
Mr. Smith closed the entrance door and went back to the administration room. On his way he came into his office and took brandy and chocolate. Valerie agreed to drink some. Her cheeks began blushing, her eyes started shining brighter. She was definitely in high spirits now. (more…)
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It’s wonderful when you have a great wife and you love her, you can have sex whenever you want with her and when you have a break from each other, the sex seems even sweeter…
I went to the Body Shop and bought the special massage oil with intriguing name Eros. It promised to increase the sensitivity of erogenous zone.
I was in some excited anticipation. I was never separated from my wife for so long since we got married.
I got used to having sex whenever I want to for the last four years. She was always there for me my beloved wife. Sometimes I would even try to hold myself a night so that the next day I would last her more and she would be more turned on.
This time she was gone for ten days… I was thinking I cum from a single touch, I was thinking of her snow-white chunky thighs, and a sweet slightly hairy shameless pussy…so pink and calling…I wanted to get home faster and take off my clothes off to jerk myself. But I didn’t want to get rid off with such a pleasing turn on. I desired that woman!
The next day I cleaned up the house and cooked dinner. After all I took a shower; trimmed my pubic hair and left a thin line. I felt solemn as if it was Christmas. (more…)
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