LOGINLast summer Paula and I took Nell with us on a two week camping trip down the coast, just the three of us and the camper, and I can tell you straight that it changed my life in ways I'm still sorting through.Nell had been our maid since the spring, nineteen years old, and she was just at that point where she was ripening into something that stopped me cold in the hallway, tall and slim with long dark hair and a smile that would make a man forget his own name for a good ten minutes.I'd been fantasizing about her for a while by then, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore her body moving through the house, and she had become the frequent object of my late night fantasies when Paula was asleep beside me.The second day of the trip, Paula decided to drive into town to shop, so I took Nell down to the beach for some summer fun in the surf, and when we got there she stripped down immediately to this skimpy little bikini and paraded self consciously in front of me."I bought it es
We were just the three of us hanging out, my friend Aaron and a new acquaintance of his named Kyle, and it started off casual enough with drinks and some weed, and whatever else Aaron had stashed away, because Aaron always had something.Kyle went from chatty to sloppy to completely gone faster than I'd ever seen anyone go down, so by the time the movie was halfway through he was slumped back on the couch, mouth open, drink tipping in his hand.Aaron noticed before I did, or at least he noticed differently, and I caught him watching Kyle with this look that wasn't quite concern.So when he got up and walked over, and stood there looking down at him, I didn't say anything, I just watched.Then he reached down and unbuttoned Kyle's jeans, and started working them down his hips along with his underwear, and that's when he stopped.Because Kyle was wearing girls' underwear, a little pair of pink cotton panties stretched tight over his hips, and Aaron actually laughed out loud, quiet and d
I stared, unable to breathe. I watched my husband—the man I’d been texting all day, the man I’d just masturbated for—shoving himself deep into some random woman. He looked obsessed. He looked like he was enjoying it way too much.A wave of pain hit me first, like a knife to the chest. But then, that pain turned into a white-hot, raging anger. I felt like I was going to explode. He was cheating on me? While I was sitting in my car, dripping for his brother?I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. A dark thought entered my mind. If Justin wanted to play that game, I could play it better. I could do it worse.I slammed the car into reverse and pulled a sharp U-turn, tires screeching on the pavement. I didn't go home. I drove straight back to Julian’s office.By the time I reached the building, I was shaking. I didn't care about the risk. I didn't care who saw me. I wanted Julian. I wanted to erase the image of Justin with someone
My husband was gone for work again, so the house was way too quiet. Like always, I spent my time texting Julian. He’s my brother-in-law, and we’ve been playing a dangerous game for a long time. Most of the time, our texts are just normal and light, just checking in on each other and flirting a little bit. But today, around lunchtime, things changed.Julian started sending me texts that were actually naughty. He’d never done it like this before, and it totally caught me off guard. He told me he missed me, but then he got specific. He told me he missed the parts of me he loved the most. He described my nipples, saying how they looked all hard and puckered up because he was thinking about sucking them. He talked about the soft skin on my ribs and how he loved to trace it with his finger to make me giggle. He even mentioned the back of my knees and how he wanted to lick them to give me goosebumps.I couldn't stop staring at my phone. Every time it buzzed, I felt a jolt of heat in my belly
Diane locked her lips tight around the base of his cock, deep-throating him, and began to swallow rapidly, her throat working. Everyone at the table could see her cheeks puffing in and out with the effort. The groom’s body arched, his hands clamping onto my thighs as he erupted into her mouth with a series of ragged groans. When he finally went limp, Diane lifted her head. His cock, slick and soft, slid from her lips. She turned to the room, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, showing the thick, pearly load pooled there. The men cheered, stomping their feet. With a theatrical flourish, she bent and cleaned his softening cock with her tongue, taking her time, making sure every drop was gone. She gave it a final, almost affectionate pat before tucking it gently back into his pants and zipping him up. I was shaking, weak-kneed. I collapsed, sitting down right on the table, my legs straddling the groom’s head, which now rested in my naked lap. He looked up at me,
I stood there, completely naked in the center of the table, under the bright lights, surrounded by roaring strangers. I turned slowly, letting them all see everything—my full breasts, my flat stomach, the dark thatch of hair between my legs. I danced the length of the table, having to swat away a few grasping hands as I went, and jumped down at the end. I could feel a slight dip in the energy. They were a little disappointed I hadn't done more. Diane caught my eye. Her expression was unreadable—maybe approval, maybe pity, maybe irritation that I wasn't pulling my weight. She came to my side and took my hand, her grip firm. She leaned in, her perfume mixing with the smell of sex on her skin. "Okay, time for the main event," she whispered. "My turn to take on the groom. Just help out the best you can. Keep him distracted." We walked back to the front together. Diane reached over and clicked off the booming music. A relative quiet fell, filled with eager, drunken murmurs.
The director finally yelled “Cut!” and the bright studio lights suddenly felt blinding. My body was still buzzing, thighs shaky, pussy pulsing from that last intense ride. Brian looked wrecked — chest heaving, face flushed, cock still rock hard and angry. “Excellent work, you two! That raw ene
I shivered hard as he said this. "I love it when you call me a bitch...daddy." My nipples tightened into aching peaks under the thin fabric of my dress, as my heavy tits heaved with every shallow breath I took, begging for his attention. Fred’s sharp green eyes were locked on my deep cleavage l
Growing up chubby or plus size gave me the early opportunity to be a bully of some kind.Not really a wicked bully like you think but a bully in terms of snatching what belongs to my friends.Men had always looked at my breasts since I was twelve and by the time I was 21, you could mistake me for
I was on my knees scrubbing the studio floor with soaked rag that morning.My short cleaning skirt kept bunching up around my waist, but I didn’t bother pulling it down. Because what's the point? This is how desperate I am to make money and get the fuck out of that house — away from Brian — my bul







