All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1941 - Chapter 1950

Harry had been bragging to his friend Anthony about Tracy. Anthony didn't believe a word Harry said. He couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when Tracy picked him up. He'd make sure she'd be wearing something sexy."Why don't we go pick up Anthony right now so you can start helping him?"Like Jim, Harry was also turned on by the thought of Tracy having sex with another man. There was something so sexy and yet so innocent about Tracy and how she handled a dick that drove Harry crazy."I'm ready when you are!" Tracy was excited."Darlin,' since you're going to be helping with his circulation why don't you put on something sexier for us.""You're right, Harry. Let me change." Tracy had the perfect outfit in mind.After several minutes, Tracy returned, proudly showing Harry her outfit. She had her hair pulled back in a neat bun. She wore a small, thin, white tank top that left her neck and shoulders exposed, but the real highlight of the shirt was her bulging cleavage. The tank

Tracy turned around. She had expected some degree of arousal, but was a little surprised to see the imposing bulge twitching under the towel. She did her best to be professional and tucked his towel up to expose more of his legs. She wanted to comment about the fact that he was already hard, but didn't feel as though she knew him well enough for that.As she put massage oil on her hands and moved to the bottom of the table, she couldn't stop glancing at that erection. Tracy's hands began to work on rubbing and pulling his twisted and gnarly toes, but her eyes stayed on the tented towel. It wavered slightly as it stood tall, not as big as Harry's by any means, but still looked big and fat even while hidden under its shroud.Anthony had his head propped-up on a pillow and was watching the show. Tracy was standing at his feet facing him as she massaged his dry, ugly toes. He had never had a foot massage and was enjoying the attention. He was mostly staring at her heaving breasts as they

"Anthony, I'm going to stroke you so that you can feel some relief," she said flatly, already pumping his cock steadily. Tracy had no idea that he had a massive orgasm in the bathroom."That will be fine." Anthony was told by Harry to play-down the sexual and play-up the therapy part of the massage. Anthony was doing his best.Tracy had worked her grip more firmly around Anthony's penis and was stroking him faster. She was pulling his foreskin down and exposing his hidden head with each down stroke. She figured it wouldn't be long before he had an orgasm. She looked forward to providing relief to another old man in pain.Tracy wasn't paying attention to her bikini top and both her nipples were beginning to pop out. Anthony looked on lustfully as she continued to stroke.She pumped him dutifully and the room was once again filled with the sound of slick skin-on-skin and an occasional sigh from Anthony. She began humming again softly. As the minutes ticked by, Tracy began to realize tha

After several minutes, she let the testicle plop out of her mouth. She moved both hands to his meaty cock and held it against her chest like a prize. She used both hands to angle the impressive member toward her. Holding it steady at the base, she lined her lips up to his blackish-purple head. She held her lips against the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum mixed with the oil. She moved her hands to his balls and began sucking on the head with no hands touching the pulsing, black tool.She sucked his cock head like she had each of his nuts, using her tongue to massage his broad tip. She closed her mouth around his flared knob as it appeared through the sheath of foreskin, letting her spit drool out and mix with his pre-cum.Her saliva ran down around the shaft as she sucked more of his cock into her mouth. He was thick enough to cause her jaw to expand initially, but his length was such that she could nearly deep throat him.Unlike Harry, Anthony had the kind of cock she would want to fuc

"Hot damn, will you look at that." Anthony was peering out his apartment window as Tracy approached. Her braless breasts were bouncing and jiggling in her cream-colored tank top. Anthony marveled at her perfect-for-fucking figure. Her short skirt showcased her beautiful, white legs. Her long, blonde hair was collected neatly in a bun atop her head.She arrived at Anthony's door and moved to press his bell, but found the door swinging open before she had the chance, surprising her slightly."Good morning, young lady!" He stood with a wide grin, a gold tooth shined brightly at the side of his mouth."Oh!" she cried out, shocked at his eagerness, then recovered with, "Good morning, Anthony!" Tracy smiled brightly back and gave him an affable wave.Anthony took a moment to appraise Tracy, still reveling at his luck. Her body seemed to be vibrating under her tight clothes. Her low-cut top revealed her meaty cleavage, white and smooth. She had the kind of tits that would cause men to start