A few more sessions of watching that video while we fucked, made us both want a little more. (What video? Click here for the back story details). The way the stranger used her, just for sex, was fucking hot, and amazing to watch. She agreed. I wanted to watch her in person with someone else. …
I had a serious problem. My panties were still under Amanda’s dad’s desk. There was nothing I could do about it now, though. I had to act cool, as if I deliberately left my panties off. But why? Would Amanda catch on. Sigh. I had to answer her. Why wasn’t I wearing any panties under…
Ever since hurting myself playing girl’s volleyball my senior year in high school, I’ve been getting massages. I don’t need them, per say, anymore, but I love them. That was three years ago. I have a membership at a massage place and I go at least once a month. The good thing about massage is…
One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still…
I didn’t wait for him to answer. I continued walking toward him, toward his desk, and around it. I could see the screen now. It was on pause. A guy was fucking a cheerleader from behind. Pompoms were on the bed, and her skirt was still on. His hands were on her hips; he was…
My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved…
He was pathetic. His clothes still on, laying there, my creamy wet pussy covering his mouth. I basked in the moment. I came. I dominated and used him for my pleasure. He was my own personal toy. But I wasn’t done. He had no fucking clue that I knew about his little homewrecking whore. He…
And then I pulled hard on her hair, very hard, enough to make it hurt. She screamed. I put my hand around her mouth, muffling her sounds, and told her to shut up. It was time for her to be punished for what she had done. I smacked her ass, hard. A yelp escaped her…
To say I fucked him would be an understatement. I used him like a little bitch. My bitch. To fulfill all my desires. Or, whatever desires that I had left after I let the stranger fuck me into orgasmic bliss. I let him, the stranger, take control of me. I let him use me. I…
When I’m alone, I watch that video, a lot. The one my wife made a few weeks ago, of herself, fucking another man. It wasn’t until last night that we finally watched it together. We didn’t plan to, or rather, she didn’t. I had it ready to go. I wanted it on, in the background,…