The Hostess [ff][mf][oral][anal][group]

— Chapter 1

Gabby examined her makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that her black stockings were straight. She didn't need to lift her skirt for this, since she wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, she was naked. She slipped on her black patent leather heels, then walked through to the mansion's large kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She picked up the small white "French Maid" style apron that was folded on the counter, and tied it around her slender waist, only just covering her shaved pussy. Next, she took two ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on her nipples until they stood to attention, then picked up a silver tray of champagne flutes and headed out into the spacious reception hall where the guests were waiting.

Most of the guests for this evening's gathering at the exclusive sex club were already there, casually mingling, chatting and drinking champagne. They were all in just their underwear. Gabby recognized most of them, but there were a few new faces. She walked among them, her high, pert breasts and heart-shaped ass atop perfect, long legs drawing admiring glances as she went. She greeted each member with a smile, making sure they had a drink, and handing each of them a small card she took from pockets in her apron. Read more »

Fixer: Chapter 1 [MF] [cuck] [oral]

Chapter 1 “So, you say that she’s been having some malfunctions,” Garrett asked the portly man. He circled around the woman, examining her with a professional level of scrutiny. She was rather frumpy, and not exactly small herself. Her greying brown hair sat atop her head, dry and wiry. She wore a slightly pleased half smile on her face, one that she wore so often, her husband acknowledged it as expressionless and blank.

“Yeah, she just doesn’t handle like she used to, y’know,” the man answered. “Her meals is still fine, and the house is spotless. It’s just… You know, she’s lost her edge where it counts.” Garrett nodded his way, hiding his disgust.

“In what way? Be specific,” his partner Vic asked. He leaned against the counter, examining the woman from afar.

“I dunno. Aren’t you guys s’posed to be fixers? Figure it out,” the man told him. Scratching his jet black stubble, he shrugged his broad shoulders, turning to address the woman directly.

“What’s your name,” Vic asked. The woman frowned for a second, looking to the man with a slightly frightened look in her eyes. “It’s okay. You can talk.” She remained silent. “Tell her that she can talk.” Read more »

My Stepmother [mF][FF][oral][voy]

My dad left the summer I turned 20, joining my mother in death. All I had left was my sister and my step mom. I love my step mom. Now let me be clear, I don't mean that I love her like a mother, I have never thought of her that way, I mean I am in love with her. She married my dad a few years after cancer claimed the life of my mother when I was 16. She was, and always will be to me, gorgeous, and from the moment I met her I wanted her to be mine.

The first time I saw her naked is something that I will never forget. I snuck into their bedroom on one of the rare instances when both of them were out of the house and wired a small camera inside the bathroom vent, providing me with the perfect view of the master bedrooms shower. I knew that if the camera was ever found I was as good as dead, but these kind of thoughts simply didn't hold weight against the force of my desire. Read more »

Mardi Gras scavenger hunt

My wife Shannon and I were never really interested in the party scene, mainly because we didn't drink much. Our friends Elise and Mark enjoyed partying in college but now that we were all in our mid thirties with kids that lifestyle was in the past. However, this year was different, for Elise's birthday Mark had invited us to Orlando for a Mardi Gras themed sex filled weekend of fun. We checked into our hotel around six in the evening on Friday and called Mark to let them know we had arrived, they were about an hour behind us so we got unpacked and walked around the hotel until they arrived. The hotel was quite busy and seemed to be filled with mainly with people travelling for business.

When Mark and Elise arrived they were able to get a room on our same floor. I assisted Mark with the luggage as Elise and Shannon joked and talked, mainly about Elise's new jewelry she had received for her birthday. Mark's suite was similar to ours, two queen sized beds in a large open room with tall windows opening up to the view of the 8th floor. While we were setting up the bags the girls ran down to our room so Elise could help Shannon pick out an outfit for this evening. While they were gone Mark informed me that he had reserved a private table at a local club so that we could avoid getting stuck in the crowds and a special surprise that would get the girls in the mood. Read more »

CAUGHT IN SOMEONE ELSE’S LOVE TRIANGLE (MFF)

THE CHARACTERS:

ANNIE: Not her real name, but it sounds kind of like it. BRENDA: Not her real name, but it sounds kind of like it. ME: 27 year-old law student. Male.

BACKGROUND

These events occur in a large Texas town known for professional sports teams, people who dress in Western wear (yikes!) and lots of churches (double yikes!). There are also lots of schools there. I was a graduate student in one of them. I’m 6 feet tall, brown hair and athletic. I weighed about 170 at the time. I was a pretty big gym rat and had a great build. My social life consisted of going to bars with my friends, meeting girls, getting numbers, trying to get laid, repeat.

I was introduced to a girl by a friend of mine. She was blonde, about 5’4”, cute with a good body. She tended to get really drunk. She was a student too, but not at the school I was attending. I think we fucked the first night we met—if not, it was shortly thereafter. Our relationship consisted of going out, her getting really drunk and fucking a lot. Read more »

“Black Coffee, White Milk #2” [MFM, Cuck]

Author's Note…

Now that we're getting into the proverbial good stuff, I wanted to take a moment to talk to you about the style this story is written with. Black Coffee, White Milk features a monologue structure, which I'm not even sure I really like. It's an experiment, and as an experiment, I've been happy with it so far.

Certainly, between this story and A Disappearance at Bear Lake, I've found some new inspiration from adopting unusual formats of story-telling. Whether or not either of them were successful, they both felt like the literary equivalent of Viagra when I was writing them. If any of it has worked for you, please send me a PM and let me know. Like all experiments, I'll take the good results and work with them, while leaving the less favourable results behind.

**"Black Coffee, White Milk #2"**

It's far too early in the morning for me go into any unnecessary details here, but the whole ordeal shocked me. I never knew a negro’s ass could glow so red. I marvelled at how silently she took blow after blow, be it from my hand or from the ruler I took from my desk. Nyomi had mean sweat breaking out of her forehead when I was done with her. Read more »

“Black Coffee, White Milk #1” [MFM, Cuck]

Author's Note…

This story deals with a taboo genre of erotica dubbed raceplay. It's not for everyone and it's certainly an acquired taste. That said, I think you'll find this particular story to be fairly tame, given those standards. There is some racial language, which is worthy of this trigger warning I'm giving it; but all in all, this tale is a harmless one.

The other kink this story deals with is cuckolding. In that aspect, Black Coffee, White Milk serves as a spiritual-succesour to An Invitation to Dinner. If you liked that story and you aren't turned-off by the idea of 'raceplay', then I hope you'll enjoy this one, too.

**"Black Coffee, White Milk #1"**

So, last Wednesday night, I get a call from Tony Marshall — yes, that Tony Marshall: the one who got fired for the cluster-fuck he made outta the McGreggory account back in the 70’s.

Virginity lost to the dad of the kids I babysit for

Some background: I've been babysitting the same couple's kids for 7 years, since I was 14. They used to be my neighbors, but then they moved across town 3 years after I started babysitting for them. Before I started babysitting on my own, my mother was the babysitter and I would help her out afterschool. After a year, both my mother and the couple decided to let me sit on my own, especially since my mom was right across the street in case of emergencies. Both the mom and the dad worked during the day and occasionally had nights out. As the kids started attending school, I would help out between the time they got home and when a parent came back. When they moved across town, I was only called weekly when the parents went out. I still hung out at their house sometimes, but more to chill than to work.

When I first started, I had a small crush on the dad, Rey. He was sweet, funny, caring, and a real family man. He cared deeply for his children, and spent as much time with them as he could. It added to his charm and his good looks. He was about 32 at the time, and resembled Harrison Ford quite a bit. I thought nothing of it and continued to chase boys at school. Read more »

Christmas threesome while 6 months pregnant (FFM)

Quick background, I am a 26 year old woman, six and a half months pregnant. I'm rather petite, but am now showing quite alot and my boobs have gotten so big! I have had spurts while pregnant where I get incredibly horny. The father is not in the picture, so I've been hooking up with a fwb, and a couple guys from craigslist.

Anyway, on Christmas day I was feeling so horny again, and had the urge for a threesome, which I had not done in some time. So I put an ad up on craiglist and then sat down to Christmas dinner with my mom and her bf. I wasn't sure if I would get much of a response since I disclosed I was visibly pregnant and it was Christmas, but after dinner I checked my email and could not believe how many people responded. So I sifted through the emails and found one couple in particular who seemed interesting. We chatted on the phone and made plans to meet up later. Read more »