Sherrie, Bree and Alex Makes Three [bi][FFM][Threesome][les]

My girl crush, Sheridan lent me a red dress to wear to the club. She liked the way it accentuated my dark brown hair and long legs. My green eyed beach blonde siren had already dressed in a slinky black dress which cupped her ass and draped over her in all the right places. She had just finished buckling a strap on her strappy high heels when her doorbell rang and she bopped out of the room to answer it. I finished getting into the red dress, zipping up the side zipper before joining her. Her personal trainer and fuck buddy, Alex was in the living room looking nicely dressed in black slacks and a grey linen shirt. His face lit up when he saw me and he walked over to kiss both of my cheeks.

He said, “You two look so hot. I’m going to be fighting men off you all night.”

He walked over to her bar, set up three shot glasses, pulled the cork from a bottle of Patron and poured three shots. We each picked up a glass.

“To my friends,” Sheridan said. “Old friends, new friends, red friends, blue friends…”

[oral] [mWM] [disguise]

“Mrs. Fuller, I didn’t expect to see you!” Adam stood, in khakis and a shirt and sweater, at the doorway of the Fuller house, expecting to see Sarah, his girlfriend. She lived with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, while she waited to hear back from various jobs she’d applied to since graduating from college.

“Hello Adam! Come in, come in,” Mrs. Fuller said. She wore a cornflower blue blouse and white pants, and althought her blonde hair was beginning to go grey, Adam found her a very attractive woman. Most of Sarah’s beauty came from her mother.

Adam entered and followed Mrs. Fuller to the living room. “I suppose you’re looking for Sarah, of course. She should be back soon, she’s out somewhere. Can I offer you a tea in the meantime?”

“Yes, please,” Adam said, “that would be lovely. Thank you.”

As Mrs. Fuller went to the kitchen, Adam surveyed the photographs on the mantle above the fireplace. He saw pictures of Fuller family trips, Sarah growing from a child to her age. In many of them Adam saw the stern, mustachioed face of Mr. Fuller, a serious man whom Adam had only met a few times. Adam wasn’t too sure Mr. Fuller liked him.

Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 7 [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Jackson couldn’t believe the day had finally come.

He’d had a crush on his young sister-in-law for years now. In fact, he still remembered the first day he met Aly and her fucking incredible, perky tits. It was back when Jenn was just his girlfriend, not his wife. He was going to meet her family at their house in the suburbs and after introductions with her mother and stepfather in the kitchen, he went upstairs to use the bathroom. But instead of walking into the bathroom, he accidentally walked into a bedroom. Not just any bedroom either — Aly’s.

And once he laid eyes upon her, the addiction began.

She was a fucking vision — stretched out asleep on her bed, her round ass in the air and her naked left tit popping out of her flimsy tank top. *Jesus fuck.* Jackson remembered salivating, his tongue instantly swelling at the sight of her heavy yet incredibly perky breast, its nipple so pretty and pink it reminded Jackson of candy. It made him want so badly to suck it, to taste it and confirm its honey-like sweetness.

He was entranced.

How a Weird Cute Girl Cured my Depression. [MW] [Fdom] [mast] [reluc] [voy]

Call me Steve. I’m an average-looking, although lean, 26 years year old male.

A few months ago I moved to Sydney after completing my engineering degree and – let’s face facts – after my girlfriend, Jai, dumped me for another guy. Apparently, I was always studying and not being attentive to her needs. Her “needs” often centred on her interests, her friends and, well, shopping. I’m not bitter about her choosing somebody else, in truth, I did make my studies as a priority, but also I did love that girl, and I was depressed as hell for losing her. Moving to Sydney and into a tiny little inner-city flat while I looked for work didn’t help. I did low paying intern work during the day, and at night watched TV and moped.

It was a Tuesday night about 6.00 pm when there came a lazy rapping on my door. I sighed as I was about to do something and didn’t wish to be interrupted. But, as I never got visitors I was curious as to who might be knocking at this hour. Please don’t let it be religious nuts.

The French Maid (M/F)

She was more than a little nervous when she knocked on his door. She knew what she was getting into – they had discussed it at length – but being there, knowing that it was really about to happen, made her knees weak. And it made her pussy wet.

The door opened, and he showed her in. There was clearly work to be done – dirty floor, laundry strewn about, the sink full of dishes. And there was a French maid costume hanging over the back of the couch.

“Are you ready to get to work?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl. Go ahead and strip down for me and put on your uniform.”

She did as she was told and stripped completely naked for him. And he watched. Sliding down her panties, she saw how obvious the wet spot was, and hoped he didn’t notice.

The maid costume was very small, the skirt barely covering her ass, her tits struggling to keep from popping out of her top. The black stockings went a couple inches above her knees, and the heels were high enough to make walking a challenge. “Cleaning in this is going to be tricky,” she thought to herself. “But the lack of panties will make it so easy for him to fuck me.” She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg.

Date Night [NC][OS][VOY]

I write fantasy stories for my wife and read them to her. This is one of them.

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind.

The Last Day of Camp (STR, MF, interracial)

Camp Black Rock was set to finish the summer without a single incident. No brush fires in the woods, no kids caught with weed, no fights, no food fights, and most importantly, a drama-free summer amongst its mostly twenty-something staff.

The twelve councilors, five men and seven women, had actually managed to bond as a team, rather than fucking each other madly until everyone was fighting over who fucked who.

The Camp Administrator, Fredrick, was more than pleased to have had such a pleasant, hard-working staff, and thus was generously going to reward them for it. Tonight, on the final night of camp, Fredrick was going to buy everyone a keg, and let them throw a full on party in the woods once the kids were confined to their cabins. He even volunteered himself and his wife to monitor the cabins, so that none of them had to work on their final night.

New Girl [M/F] [First person]

Beep, beep, beep.

My alarm notifies me that I must get up, and go face the office of my new job. I’m nervous for all the normal reasons, but also because my reputation may precede me – my industry is a small one, and people talk. Will my new coworkers know about the circumstances of my resignation from my last job?

Will they know I so fondly called my boss Master, behind closed doors?

I shake off the thought. Though the idea of someone knowing is slightly exhilarating, there’s no time to think about that now, I murmur to myself. I have to focus on getting dressed. The office is casual, and it’s hard to resist the temptation of showing a lot of unnecessary skin… But I decide to be good for now.

“Good girl, L.” The phrase whispered by my old Master whips through my memory. Yes, Master, I’ll be a good girl… For now.

I slip on a business dress for my first day, one that hugs every curve of my slender body. It walks the line between “booty call” and “business” delicately. I decide against my black tights for today, opting to showcase my smooth, bare legs. After slipping on my Mary Jane stiletto heels I head out the door.

A Very Personal Assistant [MF]

“It’s very nice to meet you, Sir. I’m confident I’m the woman for the job. And I’m glad to say HR thinks so too. Please! Let me take your coat.” She slides the coat off his shoulders, running her hand down his arm slowly before she pulls away. “Since this is my first day, you may need to show me the ropes a little, but you can rest assured I catch on very quickly.” She hangs the coat on a rack in the corner. “I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling your meetings so you can have fifteen minute breaks between them, as well as an hour for lunch.” She puts up a hand. “Before you protest, I think you’ll see that relaxation will boost your productivity. You also have twenty minutes now before your first engagement to gather your materials, make calls, and enjoy some coffee. I have a fresh cup on your desk along with this morning’s Times. So, please relax, and let me know if there is anything else I can do for you—and I mean anything.”