Author: LilyOTV95

[FM] Amanda’s Saturday Part 3: The Emissary

Amanda stared at the little bottle of green pills as Harry’s car neared her home.

“You said the alchemist who made these was one of those Ishtar worshippers?”

“Rogue Ishtari. He got out of the group, but he still has all the knowledge he learned while he was in there.”

“These are incredible Harry. After a night like last night, I usually need a bump of coke every 30 minutes at least. But now I feel like I could go all day on that one pill.”

Harry smirked at her, “That will wear off, you’ll need another hit eventually, but not as many as you’re used to.”

Harry’s car pulled into Amanda’s neighbourhood and pulled up to the gates to Amanda’s Mansion. The gates detected Amanda’s presence and opened automatically. Harry drove up the tree lined driveway until they reached the front of the house. As soon as they cleared the trees they both saw a gaudy, yellow and pink Lamborghini parked, with a vanity plate that simply read ‘ALECTA’.

They spoke simultaneously, “Shit.” Read more »

[MFM] Amanda’s Saturday Part 2: The Ride Home

Amanda finished fixing her makeup and placed her hands on the counter, and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was dressed in the same green mini dress she wore last night, the plunging neckline showing off a generous portion of her breasts. She looked good. She felt like shit. She was exhausted.

Amanda fished around in her purse and found a straw and a small glass vial. She held the vial up in front of her face to inspect the contents. There was only a tiny amount of white powder left at the bottom.

“Shit” she sighed. The way she was feeling, she was going to have to score some more to get through the day. She opened the vial and carefully tipped out what was left in a line on the counter. She placed one end of the straw against her nostril and snorted along the line, hoovering it all up.

Amanda collected herself and left the bathroom. Becca was standing there, topless, cup of coffee in her hand and a smile on her face.

“You sure I can’t get you anything? Cup of coffee?” Read more »

[MFMF] Amanda’s Saturday Part 1: The Morning After the Key Party.

The sound of the bathroom door gently closing was enough to disrupt Amanda’s sleep. She blinked the tiredness away as she awoke in an unfamiliar bedroom. She looked to her right and saw Christopher snoozing next to her. Chris was in his late twenties, contrasting Amanda’s early forties. His black hair was in a tight crew cut, his handsome face seemed to hold a cheeky grin even as he slept. His muscular chest shoulders, so much larger and more defined than her husbands, were visible above the blanket that hid the rest of his body. Amanda thought back to last night with fondness and suddenly hoped they’d have time for round, what, 3? 4 maybe? Another round in any case before she was picked up.

The bathroom door opened again and Chris’s husband, Timothy, was standing in the doorway. Amanda sat up in bed to regard him, letting the blanket fall off her body, baring her expensive, D cup breasts. Tim was much smaller than Chris, 5’6” compared to Chris’s 6’2”, and much slimmer, though still in good shape. He had a smug grin on his pretty face, which was framed by black curls. Amanda’s eyes traced down his slim body, to the thick 8 inch monster hanging between his legs, out of all proportion to the relatively small man it was attached to. Read more »

[MFF] The Lunch Date

Amanda stepped out of the elevator and walked through the open plan office, greeting a few former colleagues here and there. She walked to the far end and entered the anteroom adjoining her husband’s office. “Afternoon” She was brightly greeted by a new secretary. Amanda regarded her for a moment. Pretty face, framed by dark auburn coloured hair. Green eyes. Natural tan. Top couple of buttons undone to display generous cleavage. She felt like she was looking at a young version of herself.

Amanda smiled widely “Hi, you must be George’s new secretary?”

“Yes, I’m Ginger, nice to meet you” She responded with a smile.

“I’m Amanda, George’s wife. Is he free?”

Amanda couldn’t help but notice Ginger’s face drop and her demeanor darken at the mention of her relationship “Mr. Anderson is actually with a client right now, he shouldn’t be long if you’d like to wait”.

“Thank you” Amanda smiled as she sat down on the couch, facing Ginger, and crossed her legs.

Ginger busied herself with some documents, conspicuously avoiding eye contact with Amanda. Amanda stared at her intently.

“I used to be in your position, you know? I was George’s secretary, that’s how I met him.” Read more »

[MFM] Amanda’s Saturday Part 2: The Ride Home [drugs]

(Please check my profile for part 1)

Amanda finished fixing her makeup and placed her hands on the counter, and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was dressed in the same green mini dress she wore last night, the plunging neckline showing off a generous portion of her breasts. She looked good. She felt like shit. She was exhausted.

Amanda fished around in her purse and found a straw and a small glass vial. She held the vial up in front of her face to inspect the contents. There was only a tiny amount of white powder left at the bottom.

“Shit” she sighed. The way she was feeling, she was going to have to score some more to get through the day. She opened the vial and carefully tipped out what was left in a line on the counter. She placed one end of the straw against her nostril and snorted along the line, hoovering it all up.

Amanda collected herself and left the bathroom. Becca was standing there, topless, cup of coffee in her hand and a smile on her face.

“You sure I can’t get you anything? Cup of coffee?” Read more »

[Bi][MFMF] Amanda’s Saturday Part 1: The Morning After the Key Party.

The sound of the bathroom door gently closing was enough to disrupt Amanda’s sleep. She blinked the tiredness away as she awoke in an unfamiliar bedroom. She looked to her right and saw Christopher snoozing next to her. Chris was in his late twenties, contrasting Amanda’s early forties. His black hair was in a tight crew cut, his handsome face seemed to hold a cheeky grin even as he slept. His muscular chest shoulders, so much larger and more defined than her husbands, were visible above the blanket that hid the rest of his body. Amanda thought back to last night with fondness and suddenly hoped they’d have time for round, what, 3? 4 maybe? Another round in any case before she was picked up.

The bathroom door opened again and Chris’s husband, Timothy, was standing in the doorway. Amanda sat up in bed to regard him, letting the blanket fall off her body, baring her expensive, D cup breasts. Tim was much smaller than Chris, 5’6” compared to Chris’s 6’2”, and much slimmer, though still in good shape. He had a smug grin on his pretty face, which was framed by black curls. Amanda’s eyes traced down his slim body, to the thick 8 inch monster hanging between his legs, out of all proportion to the relatively small man it was attached to. Read more »

The Lunch Date [MFF]

Amanda stepped out of the elevator and walked through the open plan office, greeting a few former colleagues here and there. She walked to the far end and entered the anteroom adjoining her husband’s office. “Afternoon” She was brightly greeted by a new secretary. Amanda regarded her for a moment. Pretty face, framed by dark auburn coloured hair. Green eyes. Natural tan. Top couple of buttons undone to display generous cleavage. She felt like she was looking at a young version of herself.

Amanda smiled widely “Hi, you must be George’s new secretary?”

“Yes, I’m Ginger, nice to meet you” She responded with a smile.

“I’m Amanda, George’s wife. Is he free?”

Amanda couldn’t help but notice Ginger’s face drop and her demeanor darken at the mention of her relationship “Mr. Anderson is actually with a client right now, he shouldn’t be long if you’d like to wait”.

“Thank you” Amanda smiled as she sat down on the couch, facing Ginger, and crossed her legs.

Ginger busied herself with some documents, conspicuously avoiding eye contact with Amanda. Amanda stared at her intently.

“I used to be in your position, you know? I was George’s secretary, that’s how I met him.” Read more »

[FM][MF] Being caught in the act led to a different encounter.

Last week André and I spent the week in a fancy hotel by the beach in Marbella.

On wednesday, after a tough day at the beach, we booked in for a couples massage at the resort we were staying in. We had a lovely massage for an hour, and at the end the girls rubbing us down told us “Relax as long as you like” and left the room.

Instead of relaxing I removed my towel straight away and got off the massage table. I turned towards Andre, and removed his towel. He smiled at me as he watched as I, wearing only a disposable paper thong, hopped onto his massage table and kneeled between his legs. I ripped down the sides of his disposable shorts and threw the remains onto the ground, and I was left with his hard cock staring up at me. I took it in my hand and started to gently stroke it, while teasing him “You liked that girl massaging you, didn’t you? She has you all worked up”

André shrugged “She was pretty”. Read more »

[FM][FM] Helping my boyfriend with his Daddy/Daughter fetish (no actual incest)

My boyfriend André is twice my age. He’s 52, I’m 26. He has two kids with his ex wife, including a daughter, Stephanie, aged 24, who is someone I’m really not looking forward to being introduced to, being totally honest.

André has this thing about daddy daughter stuff. It’s a bit weird, but as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone then it’s fine (I don’t think he’s ever been a creep around Stephanie). He likes it when I call him Daddy, and he likes to roleplay like I’m his daughter in bed sometimes.

In aid of this fetish, he wanted me, roleplaying as his daughter, to go on a date with some guy and bring him home. That happened a week ago.

I matched Michael (calling him Michael because he looks very similar to Michael B. Jordan. Imagine Michael B. Jordan with a Northern English accent) on Tinder a few weeks ago. Saturday last week I agreed to meet him for Dinner.

I wore a cute outfit, strapless white top, tight black miniskirt, heels. I met him outside the restaurant, introduced myself with a kiss on the cheek, and we sat down to dinner. Read more »

[FM] A Nude Photoshoot In The Countryside Led To More

The university I went to does a naked calendar for charity every year. Nothing explicit, all carefully photographed to hide the actual dicks, pussy’s and female nipples.

When I was in my second year I signed up for it. I ended up being in the picture for September. For the shoot I was paired with Alexander.

I knew Alexander by reputation and from seeing him around campus but had never spoken to him before. He was in his final year at the time. From gossip, my impression of him was that he was basically a rich idiot who knew he had a job for life at Daddy’s company, and that Daddy had enough pull with the University to cover for any academic issues that might arise from him not giving a shit, so he didn’t give a shit.

He was hot (which he was well aware of). Blonde wavy hair, tall, broad shoulders, bulging arm muscles, sculpted abs – whatever effort was missing in the classroom clearly went to the gym. He was always wearing new designer labels in the latest styles. Read more »