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He Camus All Over Her [MF] [schoolgirl] [existentialism]

“Thank you for coming to see me.”

She sat with her hands in her lap, and tried hard not to smirk. Soon enough he’d be coming to see _her_.

“Thank you for having me,” she replied. Her voice was like a bird flying through an open blue sky. It was clear; it was light; it inspired dreams and longings. “I really want to do something about this grade.”

“That’s admirable of you,” he said. To her it seemed as if his voice, too, had passed through the thick lenses of his glasses. It seemed overblown, distorted, not-to-scale. “I would be glad to work with you to raise this grade.”

“Raise it. Yes.” Her voice had a hint of an edge to it as she continued: “I would _very_ much like to raise things with you this afternoon.”

“Splendid!” he said. “Your midterm isn’t till this Friday. You have plenty of time to get yourself reacquainted with the basics.”

“That’s right,” she said, and spread her legs apart. She’d worn a plaid blue skirt for the occasion. Her hand traced down her leg, towards her sheer white stockings. “I want to get a little bit more… _fundamental_ with you.” Read more »

Peeping Neighbor part 4 (mFf) (voy, exh, oral, inc, fantasy)

Jeff woke up with a start. Gold light shone in his windows. He glanced to his clock

*Seven at night*

He got up and looked out his window to the pool. Seeing nothing, he glanced through his video and found nothing there either. He left his room for the kitchen and a bowl of strawberries and reheated a plate of chicken and rice and veggies in the fridge. He then moved to the bathroom looking at the balcony. Nothing there either. He could see some lights inside the house but could not see anyone.

*I wonder what time they will head to sleep?* he thought.

He returned to his room and sat down at his computer and surfed the web watching stupid videos. After ten minutes or so he saw Natasha wearing her thin white tank top, her cutoff shorts and rubber galoshes, walking out of the house past the pool and behind some bushes. A moment later she reappeared with a hose spraying water. He readjusted his camera to capture her in frame. She watered all the trees and flowers and potted plants in the backyard. Periodically from spraying the hose at some of the plants she got her shirt wet. It slowly went completely see-through. He could see everything clearly in her tight white shirt. After watering everything she dropped the hose and wandered behind the bush before returning inside. Read more »

Peeping Neighbor part 4 (mFf) (voy, exh, mast, inc, fantasy)

Jeff woke up with a start. Gold light shone in his windows. He glanced to his clock

*Seven at night*

He got up and looked out his window to the pool. Seeing nothing, he glanced through his video and found nothing there either. He left his room for the kitchen and a bowl of strawberries and reheated a plate of chicken and rice and veggies in the fridge. He then moved to the bathroom looking at the balcony. Nothing there either. He could see some lights inside the house but could not see anyone.

*I wonder what time they will head to sleep?* he thought.

He returned to his room and sat down at his computer and surfed the web watching stupid videos. After ten minutes or so he saw Natasha wearing her thin white tank top, her cutoff shorts and rubber galoshes, walking out of the house past the pool and behind some bushes. A moment later she reappeared with a hose spraying water. He readjusted his camera to capture her in frame. She watered all the trees and flowers and potted plants in the backyard. Periodically from spraying the hose at some of the plants she got her shirt wet. It slowly went completely see-through. He could see everything clearly in her tight white shirt. After watering everything she dropped the hose and wandered behind the bush before returning inside. Read more »

Peeping Neighbor part 3 (mFf) (voy, exh, mast)

Jeff oozed into the lounge chair and lazily removed his shirt.

“Having trouble?” Natasha said, throwing a towel on his chair. She held up a bottle of lotion. “Could you lend me a hand… or two?”

He sat upright and snatched the bottle from her hands. She giggled and stretched her long, tall, pale figure across the lounge chair. He opened the bottle and squeezed lotion into his hands, rubbing them together before setting his hands on her shoulders. His hands ran over her soft skin, smearing lotion everywhere he could touch. He put lotion everywhere on her backside, her lower back arching and sticking her ass out. He quickly started rubbing all over her ass and legs. He relished feeling her feet and cute toes all the way up her long beautiful legs to her round bouncing butt.

“Did you see me from your window over there?” She said face down, her round ass sticking up. He could clearly see her asshole behind the string bikini. She laughed, “I hope you did. I gave you something to look at…”

She reached under the chair and retrieved a small black vibrator and switched it on after flipping over, presenting her front side to him. Read more »

A presidential fucking (straight)

Trump had just finished another New York rally, they were getting harder every day. The crowds, the security, the teleprompters, they were all to much for trump.

He wanted, no, he ‘Needed’ a good fucking. Sadly his wife was in Florida. And the only girl in town was his biggest political rival, Hillary Clinton.

He picked up his phone and shot her a tweet “hey Hillary, wnt to meet up @ my pad for a fck fest?” To which she replied “???”

She arrived wearing a stunning dress she had been saving just for this moment. It was a red, skin tight leather jacket with matching pants. She looked like cat woman’s grandma, needless to say it turned trump on.

“So trump, you know they don’t call it the oral office for nothin” she said in a fake southern accent as she took her jacket off, revealing a pink tank top.

“I gotta tell you, this erection, it’s gonna be h’uge” as he took off his onesie pajamas revealing his weathered body.

Hillary lowered her self carefully to trumps penis area, and pulled down his black thong, revealing a disappointing penis. Read more »

Peeping Neighbor part 3 (mFf) (voy, exh, mast)

Jeff oozed into the lounge chair and lazily removed his shirt.

“Having trouble?” Natasha said, throwing a towel on his chair. She held up a bottle of lotion. “Could you lend me a hand… or two?”

He sat upright and snatched the bottle from her hands. She giggled and stretched her long, tall, pale figure across the lounge chair. He opened the bottle and squeezed lotion into his hands, rubbing them together before setting his hands on her shoulders. His hands ran over her soft skin, smearing lotion everywhere he could touch. He put lotion everywhere on her backside, her lower back arching and sticking her ass out. He quickly started rubbing all over her ass and legs. He relished feeling her feet and cute toes all the way up her long beautiful legs to her round bouncing butt.

“Did you see me from your window over there?” She said face down, her round ass sticking up. He could clearly see her asshole behind the string bikini. She laughed, “I hope you did. I gave you something to look at…”

She reached under the chair and retrieved a small black vibrator and switched it on after flipping over, presenting her front side to him. Read more »

A Random Encounter [MF]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. Most of the stories I post here, however, revolve around my occasional slave, the Night Owl. This is not one of those stories…

You see, I’m not usually into that kind of sex.

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I met Sherry over drinks after a long day at a conference. I’m 40, she was just short of 50. We’re both married, we both are away from home substantially from work. I have a free pass – as long as I’m on the road, and as long as I share all the gritty details if asked – but Sherry does not. I haven’t gone up to my room from the conference yet, so I’m still in the requisite suit and tie. She leans back, with a little saucy attitude, wearing a slinky black dress that barely containers her enormous breasts.

The waitress, a sultry redhead I mentally note to ask after on another night, delivers our drinks and saunters off with an almost joyful bounce to her step. Sherry seems to look after her just as longingly as I do, but ultimately brings her attention back to me. I’m barely lifting my drink to my lips when she gets down to brass tacks. Read more »