Mum continued to find me all sorts of jobs to do while she was at work, one of which involved cleaning out a gutter on the side of the house. It involved putting up a ladder, and the ladder had to be set up just over the fence in the Higgins garden. Mum had already asked if it was ok, and although I’d not met them formally, I had seen Mrs Higgins getting shopping out of her car a couple of times. I was beginning to question my own libido after my adventures with Anne and Gracie, so when I knocked on her door to tell her that I was…

Atlanta May 26-27 – Fucked by 70 Guys My routine visit to one of my regular friends ended up as a record breaking weekend. The normal plan which has happened so many times previously is to arrive in Atlanta midday… spend the afternoon at Spa Sydell… massage, touch up of my tan, full Brazilian wax, hair, nails… and ready for a 5:30 meet… my assignment… to be the ultimate slut for an older affluent gentlemen… to allow him to be the voyeur as he challenges, exhibits, degrades and yes sells my ass, mouth and pussy. His requested dress… Ryder comp camo shorts, black Montiel teardrop bra, Nelly Bernal 6.75 inch…

I’m kneeling on my rumpled bed with an immense hard-on, looking at a hot black bodybuilder named Fred. He’s lying on his back with his legs spread in a wide Vee, lifting his muscular butt and showing off his sexy little puckered hole. Fred’s a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of chocolate milk, tightly buzz cut hair, and an angel’s face. I’m tall, rugged, and moderately athletic, but he makes me look tiny. He’s four inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than me. It’s all muscle—arms, legs, chest, butt—all bulging muscles, more machine than flesh. His spread legs frame his stiff cock. It’s long and thick, with a…

So, last night I had just laid one ghost and had Tom’s fat cock up my bum. I will always try anything twice, just to make sure I get it right, but this was definitely a one-off, it took weeks before the aching fully went away. I think I shall stick to pussy sex from now on but most definitely repeat what happened today, even though it was not with who I intended nor the way I expected it to happen. But I enjoy it I certainly did. I hope you do too. Oh, and by the way, I also endorsed my awareness of the treachery of the male species…

My name’s Mikie. Not a great name for a girl, but there you go. I have been a British car nut for a long time. I’ve always been a gear head. I’m a small girl, not quite 5’2”, barely 100 lbs., but I can twist a wrench and figure out mechanical stuff. I got so enthusiastic about Brit cars that I suggested the local car club host a Brit car event. They said sure, as long as I was in charge. That’s the way it goes in a small town; you come up with an idea and they make it your job. It was Memorial weekend and about 75 cars…

Mr. Richards Makes Me A Real Woman When I turned 18 I was a little out of place. I had just ended my senior year in high school yet I didn’t even look 18. I was small, only 5’2″, 95 pounds, long blonde hair, a deep full tan, green eyes and small yet perky 32 B tits. I wished I was bigger and actually looked my age, instead of looking like I had just turned 14. So as school ended, I was preparing for my summer job at Macy’s. I wanted to work at the makeup or the lingerie departments, but I had to accept the only thing they had…

For three weeks I had paid regular visits to the massage practice of Helen, who helped me get rid of the aftermath of a nasty car accident on the motorway near Rotterdam. Helen was a woman of about forty-four years, nearly six feet tall and curved where she should be. During the eight treatments that I had received, the pain and stiffness in my body had eventually vanished and today was probably the last time I would be seeing her. As usual I stripped completely, leaving my clothes in the small changing room and stretched out face down on the massage table. Helen asked about possible pains in my body…

I am 18 years old. I have lived in the women’s harem of the Ottoman sultan’s palace for 6 months now in the year 1688. My name is Leila. I was captured when our town was conquered by the sultan’s army. The rest of the town was slaughtered, sold into slavery, or like me, carried off to be offerings in the sultan’s harem. There are many women here from many lands. They have all gone through the same adjustment of being taken from their homelands. Some have adjusted better than others, given the clean beds, the opulent food, the care that is given being much better than they would have…

Chapter 4 – THE MOMENT OF TRUTH When I woke up I was lying in my bed, Megan was kneeling right beside me with a crushed look on her face, her hand resting on my chest. “Oh, I’m sorry Joey, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just playing with you a bit. You know I would never hurt you. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I could scare you so much when I made my muscles grow, I thought you really like them, and I got carried away trying to be sexy for you. I promise I will never show them to you again, and… and I can…

I’m over at Mr Bailey’s place. It is Sunday and his wife is at church and will then be going to their daughter’s place to babysit. He sent me a text message — which woke me up! — and I told my parents I was going to study at a friend’s. Half an hour later, here I am kneeling on Mr Bailey’s bed, wearing his wife’s sexiest nightie and sucking his yummy cock. ‘Oh yeah,,’ he grunts as I take him deep into the back of my mouth. ‘You give great head!’ I love this kind of talk and suck him deeper and harder, play with his low hanging balls,…