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Welcome to our "smut" library. Here you will find various information articles and exciting stories dedicated to voyeurism. We welcome erotic fiction from our visitors. Notice that we add points to authors for every story we publish.

Mary (12 June 2011)

Mary thinks, that she’s got the best pussy in the world. And every men just has to try it.
Now she’s sitting in the company of three men that drink whiskey. She’s staring on the first, second and third men. Each of them tries to seduce her, to make her want him. But she likes them all. She hates to choose men… That’s why she smiles to everyone: I like you. I like you, I want you – you can read it in her dark eyes. It’s time to go to buy a next bottle of whiskey. Mary wants to go with them but they don’t let her out in the night. She claims, she can’t be alone, she’s feeling boring and doesn’t know what to do. Men decide who will go – David will stay.
They close the door and Mary lies down on the table, opens her skirt and shows that she’s got nothing under it. Nothing but the good haired pussy. David feels very excited and shows her his big hard cock. He starts to fuck her and he cums in her pussy. She likes to feel his sperm in her wet pussy.
The men have come back, they look at David suspiciously. Mary smiles and let everybody know with her body language: I want sex. It means it’s all right, David is a bad men.
Victor’s handy is ringing, he apologizes and comes out of the room. Mary takes the dirty plates and brings them to the kitchen. She slopes under the bin, Victor comes to the kitchen and sees her nude pussy under the skirt. He fucks her and continues the phone conversation. They finished and went to the room.
David looks calm but drinks some shots of whiskey. Mary says she goes to sleep. She’s going to the bathroom to wash her pussy. Michael goes wit her too, he needs to wash his hands… He thinks he has to help her…
Eventually she goes to sleep. She has no doubts that her pussy is the best in the world.


Lana (09 June 2011)

Lana is my friend. She’s the only girl I know that has a golden pussy. She’s not red-haired at all, but her neck and fingers are really golden… When she’s going out of the house she looks very modestly… Long skirt, black T-shirt, no high heels…looks very strange… But if she puts her clothes off, you can see bruises oh her white skin. She has big tits, fuckable ass, quite good waist and fit legs. She does pedicure by herfself. She wears short men’s haircuts. She puts on chip eye-rings. Why do I know so much about her? It’s easy: she invites me to her apartment, we drink wine together, she gets undressed, shows me all her golden Jewelries, dances nude and says:
- Someday I will go to study and I will speak two foreign languages, I will start my own business, and I might even have my own driver. And all that stupid bastards will kiss my feet.
After she gets very drunk she askes me:
- Do men have a heart? Anna, explain me please, do they have a heart?
I nod her: yes, they have…
And she began to think may be not every men should kiss her feet…
Such a sad story…

Lena (29 May 2011)

Lena – she was a really amazing girl… you could always feel smell of rotten fish from her pussy, and even the strongest deodorant or soap couldn’t fight with this stink. But this girl loved boys…

So…She made a pics of herself and posted it in the internet, on the dating site. And soon after she received the first and the last e-mail from a stranger…. “I thing you’re smart, I nevermind your appearance… ”. So they decided to go to a movie together. She put on a make-up, poured the full bottle of perfumes on herself and came to the theater. “If he’s ugly, maniac or something like this – I will run away during the movie ” – she thought.
They got acquainted and it seemed that they were glad from each other… We was in his 40s but he had a car and a flat somewhere in Moskow, two unsuccessful marriages… Such an intelligent man and not greedy at all: he ordered an ice-cream for Lena and 2 shots of vodka for each person… But Lena usually starts to sweat after drinking vodka…and then she was nervous that he might run away during the movie plays…
They took their seats, but Lena wasn’t watching the movie – she was like in sauna, sweating and stinking… And suddenly he whispered in her ear: “you should not use your perfumes.” What a crash! “You don’t like my perfumes?” – “I like them very much but the natural smell I like most of all” – with these words he puts his arm on her lap, then – under her skirt and pushes hid finger through her panties. Lena was shocked and didn’t understand should she be happy or sad…She looked around – everybody was staring on a screen. She didn’t even noticed how she found herself on the floor with legs wide opened. It was a comedy…Soon, the people in the cinema started to comment it loudly, she was relaxing completely and fingering her pussy together with him.
- Show me your cunt, please! She heard the whisper from the left side: a guy was sitting there and masturbating. Lena rushed out from the movie theater, she was running so fast… and stopped only in a subway. She should continuo the date, the thought, may be her new friend didn’t think that she left because of him. She came back to the street, found the exit door in the theater and waited for him…
But may be he went back by the other door or she just didn’t notice him… The week after, she was writing him stupid e-mails…The sense of his small answers was the same: I know that you are horny bitch, I’m looking for the other kind of relations.
Finally she calmed down and said for herself: give it up, I had an interesting evening and nothing more…
Now she writes in her profile on the dating site: I have a smell of rotten fish between my legs. Many men offer her 300$ for a night!

Irina (25 May 2011)

Irina was an ordinary girl that sometimes liked to behave herself like a girl touch-me-not.
She had a very funny story, actually. She was going by the subway with her boyfriend, they were fighting after he had refused to buy her the new dress. And she forgot that they had already bought a great number of not really necessary things for her. And she realized she wasn’t right and made a scandal from nothing.
She’s sitting with all her bags, and her boyfriend is standing in front of her like he’s not with her now, being really offended. And they turn the light off, the train moves slowly…Half a minute, a minute, the darkness and a crowd… Irina hugs Andrey’s legs, opens his fly, takes his sweaty cock and starts to suck fast. It’s so dark and crowded in the train… One more stop on the way…Andrey does what he has never did before: squeezes his cock in her mouths… moves his hips to cum quickly…the full extreme… He cums, goes away, wears his pants… Then the train starts to go faster and they turn the light on. Irina sees that Andrey is turned away from her.
Keeping the silence they go along the street, then – by bus… She thinks that he was knocked out by her behavior. But she wanted to please him… Andrey starts talking about the dress – he will go and buy it by himself, he was a little bit greedy, she needed it, it’s a shame to go with the old one…But she forgot about this and asks him: how did it feel?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
Should we say that Irina sucked the other man in the dark?...
Andrey was thinking for a couple of days, then went to buy her the dress and gave her up without any explanations.

Gavin`s Train Ride... (10 May 2011)

Fuck, thought Gavin, another long week over, just 50 minutes on the train and it's two whole days of freedom. Sleep in, stay up late, do whatever I like. Now if only this train trip wasn't so long.

Just thinking about taking a quick nap Gavin took a bored glance around the carriage, there was only a few people on the train at this time of night, just as Gavin began to close his eyes he noticed a woman a little across and down from him.

She had a business suit on but this was no dowdy geek suit that the girls in Gavin's technical department wore. No, this was a short almost mini skirt in pin stripe with a jacket that almost reached the hem of the skirt. The jacket parted to display a well-developed cleavage.

The woman had closed her eyes so Gavin's began to check her out entirely. Moving briefly to her face and noticing her pulled back red hair, the length undeterminable. Gavin imagined that it was long and silky.

Next as his mind began to fantasize his eyes followed the exposed neckline and back to the cleavage which he had noticed before. Since she was a little angled away from him he could see just inside her jacket. Enough to know she was not wearing a blouse and make out a lace edging of her bra as her breasts rose and fell slightly with her even breaths.

In Gavin's mind he was slipping his hands between the jacket and bra, cupping her breast, feeling first the lace and then the hardening nipple against his palm. 'Hmmm,' Gavin murmured, as he shifted his laptop to hide his growing lust.

Garden Delight (08 May 2011)

She lay supine on the chaise lounge, her long Indian skirt draped about her.

She must not have heard his car, he thought idly, throwing his keys on his desk and removing his jacket. Glancing out, he watched her as she lay in the dappled shade of the sumacs, indolent and for once, resting. He was about to call to her when a little devil quieted his voice and he decided to see what she would do.

He grinned, as he watched her take a sip of water, then lazily insert her hand in the bodice of her gown. She pulled out first one breast, then the other, so they lay naked against her chest. The warm breeze gently caressed their soft tips, causing them to stiffen.

Dipping a finger in the water, she traced a cool, glistening path around the nipple, barely touching the tip, and causing her nipples to pucker between the touch and the cool soft water. Cupping her right breast, she closed her eyes and weighed its weight and shape, liking the way the soft underside curved into her palm.

Although gravity had taken its toll, she rather liked the result. Her breasts though not large, now had a pleasingly mature shape, with soft heavy undersides and full soft nipples.

She took both hands now and squeezed and gently massaged both breasts, pushing them together, pulling them apart, liking the way they rolled against each other, liking the way the soft, velvet flesh jiggled as she bounced it gently in her palms.

Looking down, she brought the two handfuls of flesh close together, so a deep cleavage suddenly appeared. She would have liked big, heavy breasts like that, she thought idly, although she wouldn't give up the sensation in her own for anyone.

Gangbang: Women In Heat (06 May 2011)

I remember the first time I saw Tara. I was the cameraman for Gangbang - Women In Heat and she was a relative newcomer to the world of porn. She was only 21 years old but from the moment I saw her I was hooked. She had a beautiful face and long straight blond hair. Her 38DD tits and her firm round ass were an irresistible combo. She was one fuckable babe.

I had left my apartment that morning and headed for the studio; I was an average looking 35-year-old man, alone after an early night of casual sex with two women from yesterday's movie. I relished having no family to account to on a daily basis since my divorce.

My parents were deceased and my younger half brother Greg didn't approve of my occupation. Greg was an uptight professional on Wall Street and thought that what I did was sleazy. I, on the other hand, thought I had the best job in the world.

Six months ago when we last spoke, he and his girlfriend of 3 months Janice a lawyer-to-be, were getting more serious about their relationship. In his usual cautious manner he added that they weren't going to rush into anything.

I arrived at the studio and after the introductions were made to the whole gang, I got things ready to shoot the orgy scene. Tara, and Jane an Asian woman, were going to be gangbanged by 6 men, 3 black and 3 white, all with huge dicks of course. Everything was set up perfectly. Lights, camera, action we were ready to start.

The storyline, if you could call it that, was flimsy. Tara and Jane were playing the receptionist and secretary, respectively, for a company. The big boss called them in his office and explained that they would both get a huge pay hike if they helped entertain a group of male clients that were coming to town for a conference. At first they refused but finally agreed as the boss upped the raises. The men would be expecting them at their hotel suite.

Game of Dare (04 May 2011)

They had packed a small amount of clothing and rented a car, packed quickly after work and took off. They had barely gotten out of the city before the game began. He looked at his innocent girl in the passenger seat and remembered her interest in a game of dare he had told her about before. He smiled at her and asked if she was interested in trying the game. She perked instantly and said yes, smiling at him as she did. He grinned, offering his first dare. "I dare you to remove your top and leave it off no matter what."

She gasped, unbuttoning her top, her 36D breasts peeking out from her tight bra. She tossed the top into the backseat with a grin, wondering what else she might have to do. "Do you wish to give me another dare now?" she asked.

"Mmm, yes, I dare you to lean down and rub your tits against my cock." Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, but she leaned down across his lap between his body and the steering wheel. She brushed against his thigh, shifting against the bulge beneath his jeans. She unzipped him, freeing his cock from its prison, rubbing her bra clad breasts slowly against the tip, making him stand at attention for her. She slowly rubbed his cock with her breasts, making him shift uncomfortably as he tried to drive, the feel of her breasts and bra driving him absolutely wild.

He moaned softly and groaned out between his clenched teeth, "Please stop before you make me wreck the car." She grinned, sitting backup in the seat.

"What would you like me to do for my next dare?" She smiled, waiting for him to decide. She was sort of hoping he would tell her to remove her bra, her nipples were hard as pebbles beneath the fabric. The bra was too tight for her, but she wore it anyway, giving her wicked cleavage, making her appear larger than her 36D's. She had no reason to try to enhance her already large chest, but she enjoyed looking good and the cleavage from the tight bra gave her just the right look.

Gail`s Anniversary Surprise (01 May 2011)

Five years of marriage, and I've managed to fall in love with Gail more with each passing day. Now, I know that marriages have a tendency to fall apart; in 5 years, we've had our share of difficulties. But I want to make sure that when it does end – if it does -- we'll be able to look over each day and say we lived it to the fullest.

But right now, I had to find Gail a gift for our fifth anniversary. For all my blabbering about living life to its fullest, it took my secretary to remind me of our anniversary. I decided to take the afternoon off from work and raid the local mall. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon; I was hoping the mall would be empty. As I plowed the rain soaked streets, I passed in front of Gail's flower shop. I slowed a bit, and noticed the 'back in an hour' sign. Strange. I came to the parking lot for the mall and pulled in near the entrance. I was right about Tuesday being a slow day – half the parking lot was empty. I braved the downpour, dashed for the entrance, and set my mind on picking up CDs from Al Jarreau and Luther Vandross.

I saw Gail in the shopping mall. She went from window to window, unsure of her next purchase. I followed her from afar -- this was the reason the shop was closed. I snickered when I realized I wasn't the only one with a faulty memory. Finally, she walked into a lingerie store. There was nothing I liked more than to see her body wrapped up in something soft and frilly I could remove to get to the good parts.

Gabrielle and Edward (29 April 2011)

They arrived at the party fashionably late. Edward wore the traditional style but Gabby wanted to show off some flesh and make the other people at the party jealous. She wore a tight red dress showing off her curves beautifully, and it was cut at the thigh of her right leg showing as much of her dark flesh as possible. The reaction that she got was mixed some of the older men drooling over her and some of the younger women whispering that she looked like a whore. She knew she looked fantastic and that was all that mattered. She spent the night on Edward's arm meeting and greeting the dignitaries and other important people she spent a lot of the time teasing him using her elven reflexes to flash him more flesh fast enough for him not to know if he had seen it or not as well as saying suggestive things in her native tongue. Finally when they were dancing she admitted something to him that he couldn't resist finding out if it were true.

"I'm not wearing any underwear." she said

His face was a picture and it was all he could do not to miss a step,

"Did you really forget to put your knickers on?" he replied.

"I didn't say that I forgot to put them on," she continued "and you'll just have to wait until we get back before you find out."

"I can't wait that long, we are leaving now," he said.

He made his goodbyes as quickly as was politely possible and they left.

First Assignment (27 April 2011)

It was Tuesday morning and I was excited to try out my assignment from an online friend. I did the usual morning routine and put on a fully button down dress that was a short sleeve and ended a little above mid thigh. It was a v-cut but wasn't very low so I had the 2 top buttons undone to show a little extra cleavage. It had a flower print that was all sorts of light yellows, oranges and pinks and was quite thin. I was to wear nothing else so that's how I set out.

I went to the mall and into Starbucks first for a coffee where the first part of my assignment started. I was to show of a little and maybe find a friend to help me pick out a dress. I got my coffee and sat at a two person table facing a few people. I made sure to keep my legs spread just a little to make it not obvious that I was flashing but enough that someone would maybe be able to see if they tried to.

As I sipped my drink, I noticed a man waiting in line leaning against the counter. He was a little less than 6 feet tall with short spiked brown hair and I guessed he was in his mid twenties. He was looking my way and I smiled at him and took another sip. He got his drink and headed strait toward me. He asked if he could join me and I said "yes," pointing to the chair across from me. He sat down and introduced himself as Dan. I told him my name was Carol and he asked "what a beautiful young girl was doing by herself this morning." I told him I was shopping for a cocktail dress for an upcoming party. Then I asked if he wasn't too busy, if he would mind helping me. He obviously said "yes." We continued small chat and when he said something funny I giggled and crossed my legs allowing one to rub and rest against his. He looked down smiling. We finished our coffees and decided to start shopping. As I got up I leaned over showing him my cleavage down my dress.

Fireworks (25 April 2011)

She stormed out of the office slamming the door in her wake. No way was he going to have it both ways. "I should have known better, what was I thinking?" she berated herself over and over. Alexis Conner had been having an affair with her married boss for the last three years. Always promising to leave his wife, but he never seemed to have the guts. Alexis was attracted to Drew Carson from the start. He wasn't the "drop dead gorgeous" type, but there was definitely an aura about him. Ruby red lips, creamy ivory skin, dark eyes that no doubt concealed all of his secrets from his wife. Something about the sound of his voice and the way he moved sent waves throughout her middle every time he was near. But no longer, enough was enough.

Mark Nolan, college student by day, cab driver by night, had just begun his shift when he received a call for a pick up at the law offices of Carson, Fielding, and McLemore on Chestnut Street. He leaned against the car with arms crossed and a foot propped up on the door step, impatiently waiting. His fare was late. The antique oak and brass double doors flung open at once and out burst a pair of extraordinary legs attached to a short skirt and large breasts. He didn't notice her angry demeanor until she came a little closer.

Without even noticing the appealing young gentleman holding the door, Alexis brushed past, tossed her briefcase in the back seat, and fell in behind it. "The Breckenridge Apartments," she commanded.

The twelve-mile trip seemed to take forever. She spent most of the drive with her eyes closed trying to alleviate the banging sensation in her brain. She felt like such a fool, so used. Time to get a grip, stop being so impulsive, and start making better decisions about where her life was going. Her mind was made up to forget men and get on with her career. Maybe she should even change law firms.

Fingering on the Subway (23 April 2011)

"Are you ready for the surprise," I say and smile flirtatiously as we leave the theater.

"Yes, yes, I'm ready for God's sake," she replies, her eyes widening.

I decided the time is right to indulge in one of her fantasies. She has talked for weeks about wanting to do something sexy in public, a fantasy that has intrigued yet intimidated me. She mentioned an elevator, but I decided on another crowded venue. We had been trading hot e-mail messages all week and I promised her a surprise. We are both very horny and now it's time to deliver the surprise. We met after work, have just seen a play, and are leaving the theater.

"Good. I want you to go to the women's room, take off your panties, and meet me in the lobby." I state flatly.

She hesitates and stares at me not knowing if I am teasing or serious. Though it is barely perceptible, I notice that her breathing increases. Finally, she flashes a grin, as she realizes I am not kidding.

"Really - no joking! Go ahead now, let's not dawdle," I say and she slowly turns and heads to the women's room as I head to the lobby.

A few minutes later, I admire her clothes and her stunning figure as she crosses the lobby, her sexy legs, the plaid skirt and her waist swaying as she walks, her blouse and blazer highlighting her cleavage. As she gets closer, I smile devilishly and we look into each others eyes. She is blushing and quiet, so I know that she is turned-on and wondering what I have planned.

Finding Beatrice (21 April 2011)

I knew she was a new model by the way she took off her clothes. She untied her robe with a quiet determination; chin high, eyes fixed on something on the other side of the room. She did not look at us when the robe fell to her bare feet. As she stood naked before 20 senior art students she looked only at our professor, calmly asking him what she should do.

The first time I saw a woman take off her clothes for an art class I acted as the model was acting now, compensating with extreme dignity in an attempt to mask my flustered embarrassment and timidity. I was a freshman, as were most of the students in the class and wanted to show everyone that I was a man of the world, an artist, not some slack-jawed 18-year old idiot who had only seen 2 other naked girls in his life that weren't celluloid or glossy photos. And one had been my sister, on accident on a family vacation.

The model for my first Life Drawing class was in her mid thirties and when she took off her robe she did it with such simplicity and matter-of -factness my mind went blank. The only real girl who had ever taken her clothes off in front o f me had done so after 3 months of movies and pizza parlors and talking about our mutual but unremarkable adolescent anguish at a late-night diner. She was the second girl I kissed and the first one who's breast I touched. When she took off her sweatshirt and jeans it was with the greatest secrecy, in my bedroom when my parents were gone and my sister on a date. In the fuzzy half-light I could see the outline of her body, the marks on backs where her bra pressed too close. I kissed her breasts, and squeezed them gently, terrified that at any moment I would do something wrong, that she would put on her clothes and go away. The taste of her nipple-flesh made me dizzy and hard I remember thinking that her skin was the softest thing I ever felt. She put that velvet body in my hands with shame and elation, pressed so close and burying her head in my chest. My parents came home about 10 minutes into our naked frolic and we pulled apart and shoved our jeans and sweatshirts back on. We both graduated two weeks later, I went to a summer camp to work and she went to New York to start her ridiculously competitive violin program. I never saw her naked again.

Financial Exposure (19 April 2011)

Beverly paced and fidgeted outside the Board Room. Her insides churned with a frenzy unlike her normally self-assured behavior. She knew that in a few minutes her presentation would make or break her career, and sink or save the stodgy bank that employed her.

Freedom First bank faced disaster, like so many others these days. Beverly saw a way out and it drove her crazy she couldn't persuade co-workers to sell the plan to top management. With her boss booted for corruption, now she had her chance. But she'd be talking to the Board with her old title as manager of the accounting department, rather than vice president. Glass ceilings stayed firmly in place at Freedom First.

Beverly hoped that might change today.

Though she might be bumping against the limits of upward mobility, Beverly had a reputation of integrity and competence. To most workers those traits came second to her striking physical appearance, starting with her big, almost too big, blonde, almost yellow, hair. That was pretty much her natural color but she dyed it to keep the tones uniform. She kept it impossibly perfectly brushed, smooth, thick waves swooping away from her forehead to just cover her ears, and settling evenly just past the top of her shoulders. Her pencil-thin body made her not-quite B-cup size breasts stand out noticeably—a feature Beverly took care to emphasize with expensively tailored clothes. She had a sweet and open face that nearly always wore a serious expression. Beverly was well liked from mailroom to executive offices not for her friendliness, but for her intelligence, loyalty, and refusal to double cross anyone. Even those who might resent her success or attractiveness had a hard time finding any other flaws.

Finally Feeling Sexy (17 April 2011)

Dana stood in front of the long mirror in her new dorm room and looked at her naked body. She let her fingers move gently over her skin, wondering why she felt like a woman, but looked like a girl.

She was just 18, but had already been among the best double bass players in the country for a few years. She could have been studying at Juilliard or any other conservatory, but she wanted to go to a real college and get the full experience, so here she was, standing in a dorm room in Texas wondering if any of the boys would want her tonight.

Dana knew she was cute. She had a pretty face with big brown eyes, a mole on her cheek she'd come to accept as a beauty mark and not a flaw, and light brown hair. But she wanted to be sexy.

She turned in front of the mirror and looked over her shoulder. She'd wear some tight jeans tonight she decided, running her hands over her butt, the only spot where she had a little meat on her bones. She'd show off what little curves she had.

At just 5-feet tall and not even 100 pounds she always felt tiny. Her bass was bigger than she was. She'd seen the friends she'd grown up with develop full breasts and sexy hips while she had grown into a 32B with skinny legs and arms. She was cupping those little breasts, trying to figure out the best way to make them look as big as she could when the door opened.

"Hey ya cutie, are you about ready?" her roommate Josie asked as she walked into their room. Josie was already dressed to go out in a bright green tank top and jean skirt. They got along well, even though Dana was a bit jealous.

Final Train (15 April 2011)

It was late; the rain tumbled across the sky, occasionally rent with a flash of distant lightning. The station was deserted, water cascading from the full guttering, splashing onto the platform in great torrents, the air crackled with thunder and the distant sound of alarms. And it was very late; the last train is always late.

He cursed, walking along the platform trying to keep his cigarette alight, it's length marred by errant raindrops that the wind blew under the creaking canopy. Glancing down to his watch he noticed the time: "How fucking long is this going to be?" He swore under his breath. On days like this he cursed his lack of a car. Pulling his jacket tighter around him, he gave up on his indignation for a moment and just stared up at the sky, the lightning illuminating the falling raindrops every so often as they fell towards the desolate station.

Finally, he sighed as the lights of the train pulled into view it creeping along the line, the occasional bright blue spark blistering from beneath it, the rumble intensifying as it drew closer. Opening the door onto a deserted carriage he sat down, head lolled back against the seat for a moment before peeling off his sodden jacket draping it over the arm and reclining. Finally out of that damn storm.

Fill Her Up (13 April 2011)

Laura wore a black miniskirt that came about mid thigh with three buttons running up the side. She wore a black sleeveless shirt that buttoned up the front and no bra or panties. Max began playing with her pussy as they drove out of town that afternoon to see family.

"Open your legs wider," Max said as he began to pull back the folds of her sweet pussy and twirl his fingers through her pubic hair. Laura lifted her hips, slid her skirt up higher and moved to the center of the front seat to accommodate him.

"You didn't wait long to start, " said Laura as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle rubbing. "That's nice, but keep your mind on the traffic too, please." Laura reached down and reclined her seat slightly and closed her eyes.

Max looked at the traffic around them and saw it was light with only a few passenger vehicles and the infrequent tractor-trailer. Max curled his first two fingers around her mound and inserted them into Laura's warm sex. With his middle finger he began to roll her clit against his forefinger and thumb very slowly and gently. Laura's pelvis pushed forward against his hand and stayed there as she began to moan.

"Oh yeah, baby that's it - that's the spot," she said in a throaty voice. "Do it harder."

Max complied as Laura grabbed the back of the seat and put her legs onto the dashboard. As he moved into the passing lane to move around a slower car, Max moved his hand up his wife's chest and gave a gentle pull on her blouse. Two buttons came undone and revealed her tanned breasts and a hint of nipple as he passed the slower SUV. A man looked over in surprise as Max fondled her breasts and then moved back down to her pussy at Laura request.

Filing Fun (11 April 2011)

love the quietness, the muffled movements of the people as the search through the shelves for the books they want, the occasional voice raised above a whisper and the accusing 'Quiet Please'... Today is like any other as you collect and return the books from the main desk, much to your surprise you've been given the reference section to look after as well.

Wandering round the shelves you start to lose yourself in a daydream, maybe it's the warmth of the day or the peacefulness of it all that causes you to relax while you're at your desk in the back... much to your surprise you start awake and realise you dozed off... now what caused you to wake... you wonder. Sitting quietly you again start to doze and decide that it must be the heat and you remove your sweater... you feel cooler in just your white blouse and short skirt. now our cooler you begin to become more aware of your surroundings... there is something now your more awake... just on the edge of hearing... you get up from your desk and slowly walk down the aisles between the shelves... there it is again, just on the other side of the row... 'If I can just remove some books without making too much noise' you think... slowly you start pulling books from the shelf... you stop when the noise suddenly ceases... only to begin again after a short pause... you're really curious now... again you remove some books and realise you can see through to the other side, you stop amazed at what's happening before your eyes... there leaning against one of the ladders is a girl, her blouse open to the waist and bra pushed up exposing her breasts to the world... and an older man standing before her teasing her nipples.... then noise you heard was her gasps of pleasure!!!

Hi Nathalie (09 April 2011)

I really wanted to get this off to you as soon as I could. I was in a terrible state on Monday night, running a fever, which you did nothing to reduce... The computer was playing up, and when I had a sneezing fit, the beast simply packed up on me and refused to let me back into the chat room.

First, then, please remember that on Monday, I was already going down with this 'flu. I don't know about you, but when I'm like that, it's as if all my tenderest bits are on fire. So when we started to chat, I was already excited.

It was great telling you about our experience in America. I went through all the emotions again, and realised that you and I were playing a game with each other. I deliberately left out certain details, knowing that you would drag them out of me, which was even more exciting than giving it all at first. Each time, I went "Yesss..." when you asked for the detail I was dying to give. There is no way a man would have done that, all about my feelings and the burning sensations in my breasts and belly. A man wouldn't have realised how much I needed to describe the special bra and the thong I wore to try the skirt, but you knew.

I do realise that if I wasn't five foot six and one hundred and twenty pounds, I would never have thought of buying the skirt in the first place.. I guess that you're a little chunkier than I. I think that you too could have worn the bra. It leaves my breasts totally exposed, resting on little cushions, with only a little support on the sides to push them together and give me a sexy cleavage! Your 38s would have been even more impressive than my 34Bs.... How much of the fifteen-pound difference between us lies in your beautiful breasts? lol.

Fertility Cocktail (07 April 2011)

Their group had grown from two to four, then from four to six, and now there were ten. It had started as just a "drink after work" on payday, but it had become a monthly "Girl's night out" that they all enjoyed. With more of them, they could all kick in a few dollars and make their outing into a full-fledged party.

They all looked forward to their "Friday after payday" bashes. Many changed clothes after they arrived. 'Casual Friday's' were fine, but sexy 'out-for-fun' clothes were better. Skirts and dresses usually replaced pants. The club provided them with a private party room. Things typically started with a few drinks until everyone was there. Then it was time for dinner with a generous portion of office gossip and general 'dish' that accompanied high spirits and alcoholic spirits.

They sat at a large, round table. It was the perfect table for them because they could talk and laugh with each other without having to 'talk across' anyone else. They had already started a fun 'tradition' by designating a 'head chair' at the table. Everyone took their turn in the head chair and received the special touches that went with that honor. Among the privileges of the head chair was mixing the "Fertility Cocktail", and it had become a highlight of the evening.

Things usually started right after work, about 5:30 and dinner was normally around 6:00. Wine and cocktails, camaraderie, and gossip made for great relaxation after a long, grinding workweek. Following dinner the waiter cleared the table and served a generous round of drinks. A bottle of pink champagne with one large stemmed glass, a stirring rod, and a corkscrew were placed at the head chair. Once the waiter left the room, the door would be locked and no one else would be allowed into or out of the room until the 'head chair' opened the door again.

You Like It There (30 March 2011)

It's a cold and stormy evening very windy. She comes to your door step in nothing but a black silk teddy. You can see her perky nipples through the top and notice that she has nothing covering her bottom.

You bring her in outside of the cold and pull her close to give her some warmth. Then you lead her to the living room and sit her on top of the piano and spread her legs so you can get a better view of her freshly shaven pussy.

She enjoys you looking and moves her hand down to the top of her clit and starts to rub it. You want to taste her but she does not let you she makes you watch her please her self and knows you want her badly making her even hotter.

She starts to a moan a little and then stops everything. You look at her with a puzzled look on your face she grabs you and pulls you toward her she places your arms up over your head she binds your wrist together.

She knows that you have been waiting for her to do that for a while. Now she pulls you by your wrist making you walk behind her watching her tight ass move from side to side she leads you to the bedroom and pushes you down on the bed.

You Gotta Love The Races (28 March 2011)

One week in Melbourne I generally hate with a passion is the spring carnival. The entire week leading up to the Melbourne cup. Everyday the entire public transport system is totally clogged up with drunken jerks in rented suits going to the races. As a regular commuter it just pissed me off that these guys get away with action like arseholes just cause they have suits on, but then this year I've been having different thoughts about the event.

It's around 25 degrees outside of the train even though it's ten at night. The race crowd are drunk and rowdy, but rather than get angry at the men's behaviour, I've decided to just enjoy the scenery the women present. Summer is just a few weeks away and all the girls have extremely low cut tops or fancy dresses so short they have to hold a racing guide to hide their knickers when they sit down. Sitting directly opposite me in the cramped seats is an attractive blonde girl; she's had way too much to drink and keeps falling asleep with the jerking head motions of a weary commuter. Her bright hair is short and jaggered, it looks professionally done for the day, and she has a loose dress of thin ‘summery' material that shows a deep v of great cleavage.

Her head rests against the window of the train as we coast towards the city. The entire train is buzzing with slurred conversation and people fill the isles, laughing and joking loudly. I keep my eyes on her, her breast are at least a c cup the cleavage nicely pushed together. As I watch the train jerks forward and she hunches forward more, I can see the very edge of her areola at the top line of her dress. The smooth white curve of her full breast flattens a little and I can see the darker rim of her nipple. She has great legs as well. I follow the line from her black high heels that have the soles covered in grass and mud, up her waxed legs. Smooth white skin, she clearly runs or jogs because her legs look strong and nicely muscled. The hem of her dress rests on her thighs; the skin looks softer, begging to be touched. She sleeps with her legs slightly open but I can only see a little more thigh under her dress. Too bad.

You Can`t Judge By Appearances (26 March 2011)

There were two of them, as plain looking as you could ever hope to avoid picking up on a dark night. One of them was a real dogface. The other had protruding teeth and bifocals. They were Linda's cousins, and they'd stopped off on a cross country Greyhound trip to call on Linda. But Linda was away that week, and I was stuck with them. Just my luck, I thought. Two bimbos staying the night and they're so ugly I'm happy enough to put them in the guest room.

Fortunately their homeliness extended to cooking and washing the dishes, so I got a good meal out of it. And to give them their due they were lively enough---one of them was a real comedian, in fact.

After supper was all cleared away, the girls went upstairs. To freshen up, they said. It was still early, so I switched on the box. I'd run out of conversation already. When they came down they'd changed out of their day clothes into long skirts and blouses, and they didn't look quite so homely.

"Let's play Heads Or Tails," Moira said. "Do you know how to play?"

"You mean tossing a coin?" I couldn't see it taking us long to get bored with that.

"Sort of," Sue said. "Except we don't get anything for heads and we lose for tails. We take it in turns."

I couldn't see it. "What stakes are we playing for? Money? Poker chips?"

You Can Leave Your Hat On (24 March 2011)

The lights in the bedroom suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. I even stopped breathing for a bit. I sat on the bed, pillows stacked behind my back. Just as the note had asked me to do. A small light illuminated the dark corner of the room, by the bathroom door.

~~~~~~~~~

A flash of the note in my e-mail just that afternoon shot through my mind.

PJ, Will be at the Davidson Hotel~ at the airport around 8 this evening. I have a few things I need you to do before we meet tonight.

1)Go to room 254 ~ the extra key is waiting for you at the desk.

2)Take a hot shower ~ Musk oil scented washcloth is in there waiting.

3)There is a teddy on the bathroom counter~ I believe you prefer pastel colors.

4)When finished with your shower~ dress~ while still wet~ do not dry off.

5)Go lie on the bed~ covers pulled back for you already.

6)Wait 15 minutes ~ to air dry.

7)Stack the pillow behind your head and back.

8)Dim the light next to the bed ~ low light ~ not off.

9)I will join you shortly thereafter.
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