The woman in the window – voyeurism and mutual masturbation MF

It’s a dark, cold December evening in London sill days away from the weekend. He is sitting at his desk finishing off work. A half finished beer sits next to his keyboard, his tie discarded on the floor and top two shirt buttons undone. His focus is going, and mind wondering so when a light flicks on outside the window, just in the corner of his vision, he turns to look.

She has just got in, sick of work and frustrated from fighting the crowds on the tube. She throws her bag on the floor, takes a bottle of wine from the fridge and pours a glass. Discarding her jacket on the back of a chair she takes the glass and heads into the bedroom to prepare for a long bath. As she turns the light on, she sees another light on across the alley, and in the window the new tenant sitting at his desk.

He sees his neighbour for the first time, attracted instantly. She is undoing her long hair, letting it fall down about her shoulders. Her intelligent eyes meet his for a second before she looks away. He thinks he spots a small smile flick across her full lips before she turns and walks towards a wardrobe. He can see her shapely body under a white, fitted blouse. A black pencil skirt hugs her bum, on top of sheer tights.

“Blind” Date [MF] [sensual] [voyeur] [masturbation]

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, “Excuse me, Sir.”

I had just completed a speech on leadership in human resources at a local seminar and was putting away my iPad back into its case and didn’t notice you approach. I quickly turn around and see two beautiful women standing behind me. “Hello, ladies,” I welcome with a smile, “How may I be of service?”

With an outstretched hand, “I wanted to thank you for such an insightful and powerful lecture,” you say as I firmly, yet gently, take your hand in mine and shake it professionally. “I own a nonprofit for blind charities and one of the things I find most challenging is the human resources aspect of my job and I believe the information you provided will be most beneficial.”

Before I could respond, your assistant gently pats your hand draped lightly gripping her left forearm. “I see an old acquaintance and want to say hello. I won’t be long and see you are in good hands. I’ll be back shortly,” she says as you release your grip from her arm.

“Have fun,” you say with a smile as she disappears into the crowd of people standing nearby.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 23

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*** ***Chris*** ***

Alana woke up nice and early, cursing at herself for forgetting to brine the turkey earlier yesterday. She had to do it before eating her nachos, which has gone soggy by the time she got to it. She woke me up, covering my mouth to prevent my protest.

“Shut the fuck up, you want the walking WMD to wake up? Get in the kitchen, we got shit to do!”

God damn she’s a fucking meanie when it comes to cooking! She probably tapered it down before because she didn’t want me to dislike her, but honestly I’m liking this persona of her. It’s a nice contrast to her playful demeanor.

We got to the kitchen and we had a short meeting on how to proceed with it.

“Well, we can deep fry the damn thing, or just do it traditionally. I like deep frying it, but I doubt this swank ass house has something big enough for it.”

“Well what do we need?”

“One of those big ass stockpots. We also need to do it in the driveway so we don’t fuck up the house or anything,” she said while tapping her pursed lips.

Starship Rimshot. NEW NUN FOR THE GOSPEL OF SACRED JIZZ

**American Music.** Born in the U.S.A.

It might have been in San Francisco, California or Grand Rapids, Michigan or Hoboken, New Jersey. A boy picked up a guitar, and a girl took off her clothes… There was nothing spontaneous about it. The boy really wanted the girl to take her clothes off, and he really wanted to lick her vagina. And the girl also held some lusty intentions. But mostly she wanted to make some money and have some fun. So he taught her to play a mountain dulcimer, and gave her a red riding crop, with a red leather heart on the business end, to spank her sweet little bottom.

And she took off her clothes and danced as he played electric guitar, and she spanked herself,

and fingered her vagina. And made lots of cash. Their live shows in Forth Worth, Texas were always sold-out. And she signed autographs on glossy photos, for many boys with pickup trucks, and even boys without pickup trucks.

My sub, ostrich feather, 10kg kettlebell, and his balls [23F][fdom]

I really like keeping things fresh when tormenting my sub, so I try to be creative and fun but also I often do things purely to amuse myself. So… story time! I keep my sub on a very strict schedule where he only cums once per week, assuming he has done all of his tasks correctly. Well, it was recently his birthday and for the momentus occasion, I devised a fun game for the squishy little birthday boy! So… I know what my sub loves – tortured orgasms are his catnip, so I had him strip naked and stand with his hands restrained by nice padded leather cuffs behind his back. Fed through the short chain of the cuffs was my 10 kg kettlebell. I sat behind the birthday boy with my nice long tickling ostrich feather and when he squatted down nice and low, with his chubby thighs and butt trembling with the effort, I would tickle his smoothly shaved balls, and down his shaft, from behind.

I’m allowed

I dropped down to my knees with excitement, eager to throat his cock. My top comes off because it’s about to get messy. His cock feels so good sliding into my mouth as it hits the back of my throat. My eyes are already watering and I’m trying to control my gag reflex.

Daddy deserves this.

His scent drives me fucking wild, and I can’t contain myself. I need him. I open my mouth as wide as I can, wrap my lips over my teeth and massage his cock while also gripping his shaft with my right hand while my left hand clings on to his body. My pussy is tingling, dripping. I increase speed as I feel his hand on my nipple. An overly eager slut, I long for his cum. I feel his dick hitting the back of my throat, and my gag reflex gives in but his hand is now holding my head in place. I can feel the vomit coming up. Embarrassing. Good, obedient sluts let nothing get in the way of their Daddy’s pleasure. I try to swallow it back while I suck. I can feel the cum mixing with everything in my mouth. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.

Awaiting my Maid

It had felt so long ago since I had last satisfied myself with a new hole to fuck. Each moment that passed my impatience grew. The new housekeeper was to arrive today, I could tell over the phone she was a young woman with a soft and timid voice, she sounded so… exploitable.

It wasn’t long until the doorbell rang, I brought myself to the door, I opened it to find not quite a woman but a young girl. She couldn’t have been older than 19. Though her youth was not what stood out to me. She was small in stature, with hair that dropped just past her shoulders, such an innocent face with a tight facial structure, luscious lips, perky sizeable breast peering through her airtight t-shirt, slightly thin arms and legs not quite skinny but thin. Everything about her was small and weak, or so I thought until I led her into my home and that incredible large ass was on full display as she wore high waisted tiny shorts each cheek would lightly bounce as she walked into my hallway.

“My my, you are not what was I was expecting”

Using My Beach House to Make Amateur Home Porn

“You’re such a jerk, Ken. How could you exploit me like that to make an amateur home porn movie?” asked Suzie.

“What can I tell you, babe? It’s good money.”

“You’ve ruined my career. I was just about to become a partner at Gallaghan and Associates. I studied law for years and worked my butt off to make it. Now, I’m unemployed and nobody wants to hire me thanks to you.”

Her eyes filled up with tears as she stared, waiting for me to give her the solution. I pursed my lips and shrugged. She bowed her head and quivered as tears spilt out of her eyes. “I’m gonna sue you for this.”

“You can’t prove it’s me in the video with you or that I uploaded it, babe. My face is blurred.”

“I hate you,” she said and then ran out.

I went to my study and logged onto Youporn and saw that our video had more than 2 million views. “Ka-ching!” I checked all my other videos and saw that the lowest one had just over 1 million views. “Ah. The perks of owning a mansion on the beach.”

Letting go thanks to his presence (F/M)

She’s naked on the bed, looking him intently in the eyes. Slowly opening her legs, letting her knees touch the mattress. She blushes when she sees him roaming her body, taking in every inch and curve.

She restrains herself from closing her legs again, not being used to getting this sort of attention.

The effect she has on him is obvious, his erect cock in his hand. She takes a deep breath, still wrapping her head around the fact that this, is her doing.

Her hand slowly makes its way towards her pussy. Stroking her soft lips, dipping two fingers in-between her wetness. The need to just let go is so strong, her eyes dart back at him.

Encouraging her without words, making her feel safe.

Letting out a soft moan when she touches her clit, while tipping her head back. She begins to rub herself a bit faster, feeling her orgasm build inside of her. Her mind goes blank, surrendering to the sensations and his presence.

Just before she reaches her orgasm she looks back up at him. Feeling waves crash over her while looking him directly in the eyes.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 1 – Dorothy [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Plot heavy]

**Dorothy**

Gushing the smoke out and calling it quits? That would be an underappreciation of the cigarette.

Bitches are ill at ease in my presence and the dugan spices up the exchanges of opinions by the poisonous reek.

In the interrogation room, people infer the cig can give them owie.

The greyish smolder rises from the level of my lips over the heads of the whiney squealer and an apeshit mad dog.

I regard them. Accuser´s eyes aren´t giving away anger, maybe wariness. Nicotine verses go on. My smokey breath envelops the face of Harris, the co-lector punching bag. As she coughs, her hand grabs the teetering walking stick. Hehe, she smells with half of the nose. Most of her scratches are concealed by the blouse, skirt, and shoes but nothing less than a veil or the hood mask would hide cotton in and out of bloody schnozzle.

I draw the burning end of the cig towards the cheekbone of a well-preserved bumptious cow over forty.

“Saratoga Clarence,” I mutter. “Do you confess to this attack on your fellow inmate?”

“I did it and I confess. I feel terrible for being a nuisance but I still don´t like her. Nor the embroidery.”