Cute secretary posing in office.
I had been meaning to paint the outside of the house for ages, I felt a sense of achievement as I finished each section, not having the worry of writing my book, trying to think of characters, plots and tying it all in to make some sense, I felt a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders, my mind relieved of the preoccupation of it all.
I looked at my watch, nearly four o'clock Julie should be home soon, I hurried to finish the last section of the house she will be so pleased with the end result, as I was climbing down the ladder Julie's car sped down the driveway, I shook my head, the amount of times she has told me off for my speeding along the driveway, I thought.
Julie jumped out of her car and came running over to the ladder I had started to descend. " Hey be careful, I nearly fell," I shouted, I gripped the ladder tightly waiting for Julie to step back, when I reached the ground I could see Julie was so excited she was trembling. " Your not going to believe this, I've been made deputy principal," Julie announced. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big hug, "It was a unanimous vote, and I didn't even know I had been nominated, this is just so fantastic," Julie said.
I followed Julie into the house, she grabbed the phone and rang her parents, I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Champagne, I popped the cork the noise surprising Julie making her turn around quickly, she saw the bottle and smiled at me with one of those I love you looks. After about two hours of Julie ringing all her family and friends we finally sat down for dinner. " Thanks for making dinner honey, it tastes great," Julie smiled at me as she spoke, "would you like another bottle of Champagne? She asked, I nodded in agreement. Julie must be excited I thought as too much bubbly tends to make her go a little wild.
We finished the second bottle, when Julie held up a bunch of keys, " how would you like to come and see my office," Julie exclaimed " what right now," I replied, Julie nodded her in an up and down motion, I thought about complaining it was late, but it was a special day for her and what the heck I didn't have much on the next day, "sure," I said. Julie excused herself from the table; she wanted to change out of her track pants.
The school was about ten minutes from where we lived and the entire journey was filled with Julie talking about all the changes she now would be able to make to the school. I pulled the car up outside a side entrance to the building, Julie said if security checked they would know it was her car and that she was working late, this is where all the teachers parked if they were going to be in the school after hours. Julie guided me through the dark corridors till we reached her office, she led me in, turning on the light as we entered, her office was reasonably large with a big oak desk taking up most of the space. " I am so proud of you Julie this is what you have always wanted," I said. " There's more, wait here I'll be back in a minute," Julie proclaimed and left the room.
I took a seat at Julie's desk, my mind wandering back to my school days, how I hated school, and especially rooms like this, god knows I spent enough time in them, I thought. There was a knock at the door, " come in," I said nervously. It was Julie her blonde locks in pigtails wearing a tight white blouse, short tartan skirt and long white socks. " I am sorry I am late sir, I know this will probably mean an extra punishment," Julie said smiling at me, I was about to reply when Julie said, " I will just assume the position sir I know you're a busy man, with all those punishment you have to give out."
Julie slinked onto the table lifting her skirt up exposing her white cotton panties to me, " what is my punishment for today sir will it be the ruler, your hand or will it be the paddle." My eyes darted across the desk looking for objects, I picked up the ping pong bat and whacked it across Julie's soft white cotton panties, " good choice sir, I've been a very naughty girl", she said. Julie undid the first three buttons of her blouse, her pert breasts popping out, I paddled Julie's arse again her breasts rocking with the motion, with every smack her nipples became longer and harder, they were rubbing against the gap in her silky blouse, I increased the speed and hardness of the paddle across Julie's arse, I could see her pussy swelling as it filled her white panties. I draw the paddle back and smacked Julie's pussy, I knew she was close to Cumming, a damp patch appeared on her panties, it was to wet for the cotton to absorb and I could smell her sex in the air.
I pulled Julie's panties down only enough to expose the naked red skin of her arse, Julie flinched in the expectation of the air hitting her swollen lips, it did not come as her panties still covered her swollen mound, Julie moved her hand down between her legs to remove her panties fully, I stopped her hand mid way and told her no, Julie reluctantly removed her hand and placed it back on the desk. I paddled Julie's uncovered arse, " Oh yes sir, I deserve that," Julie whimpered, I punished her arse again with the rubber covered bat, this time leaving it hard up against her naked flesh, pulling the bat downwards stretching her skin, then I released and followed with a direct smack against her pussy lips.
(tale # 26) get full text ... Cute secretary posing in office.
Blonde in stockings posing in kitchen.
Her hourglass figure is highlighted against the brilliant red paint of my Porsche. Her back lying on top of the hood, fingers pulling her clit’s hood taut, I watched her tits bounce as I pounded my cock into her tight pussy. In essence I was fucking both of my mid-life conquests at once. I guess I am living a typical forty-year-old’s dream: a new convertible sports car and a nubile 20 year-old for an extra-marital affair. It’s labeled a crisis; I just call it getting what I deserve.
She was a student in one of my general ed science courses I taught at the local university. She tried her best to seduce me; wearing her shortest skirts, tightest tops, and sitting front and center in the lecture hall. Quite a few times she flashed me her panties in hopes of getting a rise out of me. But I was used to the old tricks, and frustrated her with my inattention. Finally, half way through the semester it was obvious she needed help to pass the class. The tables had turned and I was now the one with the power.
Jan came to my office for help in preparing for the next test. Being a softball player and Art major she didn’t need science, but she needed to pass my course to ultimately graduate. She walked in wearing a spaghetti-strapped spring dress, and sandals. A light, unbuttoned sweater draped over her shoulders. Her firm, round breasts proudly riding high on her chest accentuated by the bodice cut of the dress. Shoulder length auburn-red hair was tied back with a coordinating scrunchie. I smelled her lovely perfume 10-feet away.
Having deferred her earlier advances, she did not come in with a sexual agenda, figuring I was not interested. I told her to sit, and then sat on my desk, looking over her, confirming my dominance. We discussed her needs and goals, keeping our conversation light, and optimistic. But I emphasized her lackadaisical study habits were her downfall, and admonished her for her exhibitionistic behavior during class. Her eyes dropped submissively. She asked for some one-on-one tutoring, and if I was available. She said she would be willing to do what it takes to pass my class.
I scooted my butt to the edge of the desk, tightening my pants against my package to emphasized the point I was about to make. Her eyes were drawn to the outline of cock and balls, and then she looked up to my face. I could see the confusion, so I made my point a little clearer.
“Are you willing to do as I say? No matter what,” I asked, with a slight smile and a twinkle in my eye.
“Yes, I understand what you expect from me,” she replied, a glint flashing across her eyes. She sat a little taller in her chair, and leaned forward.
“Let’s see. Stand up, and go lock the door. Raise your dress so I can see your ass sashay across the room,” I commanded.
She smiled, and immediately complied. Her ass was perfect: round, and defined with plenty of bounce when she walked. She was wearing a floral-patterned satin string bikini that had naturally ridden up her crack. She made no effort to straighten it, somehow knowing that’s what I liked. As she locked the door, she “accidentally” dropped her pen and bent down at the waist to pick it up.
(tale # 27) get full text ... Blonde in stockings posing in kitchen.
Lez stockinged domina torturing her pain slut.
We had met in an Internet chat room. Nothing special for a lot of people out there, but I'm in my fifties and this was all very new to me. It was strange being able to talk so frankly with someone I had never met face to face. In fact it was so open that I found myself sharing things that I had never spoken about with anyone. It was such a freeing experience, yet frustrating at the same time.
We maintained fairly regular private chats and got to know each Other’s desires. Sharing fantasies and sex in cyber space. That some of our sexual bents coincided made things even better. I had confessed my desire to wear women's panties while making love, and she, the exhilaration that came from thinking about a sexual encounter with a man wearing women's clothes.
Once, I wore a pair of thong panties while we were chatting. This was my first experience with cyber sex. The newness of stroking myself while reading each line she would deliver to me describing what she was doing to me. The pace, slow and deliberate. Allowing my mind the time to savor each step in our virtual lovemaking. The excitement I felt waiting for the next line to appear in my chat window. The images flowing through my mind, anticipating what she would do to me next.
She had started our encounter in a small, candle lit room. Only a table, supporting the candle, and a futon cushion on the floor. I was lying on my back with legs bent at the knee, feet flat on the mat. She knelt on the mat between my legs. Looking down at me I was suddenly aware I was submitting to her. She had instructed me to wear nothing but a pair of thong panties. Something she knew from our earlier conversation excited me.
As I visualized this in my minds eye, I could feel my erection harden. My breathing began to quicken, anxious as to what might happen. She placed her hands on my knees and began to slowly move them outward, exposing my growing, panty covered, erection to her steady gaze. Her hands left my knees and began to move sensuously along my thighs. Still moving my legs farther, and farther apart. I suddenly felt her fingers tracing the outline of my cock as she grazed the fabric of the panties covering it. A moan escaped my lips as the continued to stroke me through the silky fabric.
Her gaze never moved away from mine. Her half smile promising pleasure, and maybe pain. Her finger then began to trace circles around my cock head. I could tell my pre cum was leaking through the fabric and she was spreading it in ever widening circles. I watched in rapt attention as she slowly raised that finger to her mouth and gently spread the wetness on her lips. She then stuck her tongue out to slowly lick the length of her finger.
Her eyes still locked on mine, she leaned forward, her breasts grazing my thighs as she came closer to my face. She placed her glistening lips against mine, her tongue piercing my lips invitingly to share a wet kiss. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue. During this exchange, my cock involuntarily jerked. Her hand still stroking me, when she felt my reaction, she pulled back from my face. Her smile now full with the pleasure that comes from the recognition of accomplishment.
Once again in a kneeling position, I could feel her hands at my hips, grabbing my thong. She began to pull it up my raised thighs, and over my knees and down to my ankles. For the moment, at least, I was at her mercy, as she had my legs entangled with the panties at my ankles.
Suddenly, she leaned forward again, her face touching me, lying against my cock. Rubbing her cheek against me, spreading the slickness along the side of her face. She turned her head, licking along it's length, pausing to purse her lips over the crown.
(tale # 28) get full text ... Lez stockinged domina torturing her pain slut.
Beautiful teen in black stocking with naked hole.
It was one week before Christmas and I had invited some of my girlfriends over for drinks while my cuckold boyfriend, James, was out doing my last minute shopping. I so abhor crowds, and shopping in general, that I always have him do it for me.
But I had taken one giant leap and did venture out to buy his Christmas present one that I too could enjoy. I bought him a blowup doll. I thought this was a wonderful gift for him. I could watch as he feebly tried to please this doll with his tiny penis as she lay there with this ho-hum expression waiting for him to satisfy her and her orifices being too big for even her to feel him pumping his little instrument in and out. I was like a child waiting for Christmas morning so I could enjoy that gift.
My friends and I were having a great time talking about the fun times we had shared and the men we had conquered. It was a lot of amusement, listening to all the stories and reliving the memories of our fun times.
Then James came home… the girls got a little quiet and somber and I thought this wouldn't do. So I told James to go make some hordevours and mix us some more drinks and I told him that I wanted him to serve them in that new pair of pink panties I had bought him last week.
He went into the bedroom and put the packages away and came out with nothing on but his panties; he looked so sweet in them; all the girls loved it. They started giggling and saying how cute he looked in them.
This made me smile with delight and James turned red with humiliation. I thought, "Hmmmm, wouldn't it be fun if we all teased him about his tiny penis!"
So while he was in the kitchen preparing our food and drinks I huddled with Mary, Norma, and Bonnie and we decided when James came out of the kitchen that we would strip him off his pink frilly panties, tease him and play with his little penis.
I thought it would be fun to milk him too, so I got up and grabbed a wineglass so we could catch his cum as it drizzled out of his tiny dick.
When he entered the room, about twenty minutes, later we had all stripped down to our underwear and were all sitting there with coy little smiles on our faces. James' jaw dropped; he knew he was in trouble.
(tale # 29) get full text ... Beautiful teen in black stocking with naked hole.
Hot blonde in pantyhose.
I sat at home, bored, watching some dull sports show, sprawled across the couch. So far my day had been exceedingly dull... work, break, more work, lunch, more work, head home.. nothing at home but the TV. I let out a hefty sigh, wishing my wife would hurry up and get home. At least then I could have conversation while being bored enough to start digging my grave. I flipped the channel, but nothing was on.. sad.. nothing on when I pay for satellite and receive over 150 channels.
I bolted upright, hearing the chink of keys turning the lock, and set down the remote. My wife walked in, a shopping bag in one hand, purse hanging carelessly from one shoulder. Everytime she walks in the door she reminds me of why I pursued her in the first place. She is tall, thin yet built, with red hair that waves down to her waist, and crystal green eyes. Her legs seem to stretch into infinity, and her breasts are hefty, almost too big to fit into my hands. Tonight she stood there, wearing a work suit, blouse, jacket, skirt, slingback sandals. I appraised her, giving her a long once over, then stood and went to welcome her home.
"I bought you something, love." She smiled, tossing back her hair and handing me the bag. Once I'd taken it she sauntered off into the kitchen. I arched an eyebrow and reached into the bag, growing hard almost instantly. What I felt was something small, silken. I peered down into the bag and amid the ruffles of tissue paper I saw a satiny pair of women's underwear, leopard print, just my size. With a grin I hurried into the kitchen. My wife just smiled, suggested I change into the gift and get washed up for supper. I practically ran into the bedroom to change.
Dinner was an act of futility as I sat, fully clothed, but the panties on underneath. My wife would say nothing of the gift and acted as if it was a normal night. I tried to eat, but my mind was on the satiny softness that clung to my cock and balls, pulling them tight within the friendly material. I kept shifting in the seat to feel the material move against my nether regions, my hands drifting down to try and feel. Every time she saw me reach my wife would scold me and return to eating her dinner. I finally gave up and just sat there, waiting for her to finish, and she teased me with her dainty eating and slow style. As soon as she set her fork down I grabbed the plates and sped to the dishwasher to stuff them in, whirling to face her.
"I think we should go out and get some dessert, hmm?" She grinned, playing with me, and I folded my arms, shaking my head. With a gay laugh she headed to the bedroom, me following her like a love-sick puppy. She got in and removed her jacket, unbuttoning the blouse slowly, teasing me with every move. I threw my pants to the floor and tossed my shirt aside, standing there in just my panties with a raging hard-on. She smiled, pulling off her blouse and folding it, putting it away, removing her bra and taking the time to put it in the basket. By the time she started pulling off her skirt I was ready to just leap on her. She tugged it down slowly to reveal a matching pair of underwear. I about came, it made me so horny. She pointed to the bed and I jumped into it and started to reach for her. She just shook her head, nodding at my panties. Instantly my hands slid down, rubbing myself through the sexy material.
"I love my gift," I smiled, slowly beginning to jack myself off through the material. She didn't answer, climbing onto the bed and straddling over me so that I could see how the sheer, sexy material clung to her pussy. The material glistened softly as her moisture seeped through. I lifted one hand, moving the panties to one side of her shaved mount and beginning to finger her. She moaned, pressing her hips against my touch and I used my other hand to continue the ministrations on myself.
After a minute I scooted forward, letting my tongue explore her inner depths, playing with her clit. I used my free hand to spread her pussy, diving in deep with my tongue, feeling her spasm against me. Finally she had had enough. She kneeled, straddling me, and pushed me back into the bed. She pushed aside the crotch on my panties and maneuvered me inside of her. I let out a groan of enjoyment, lifting my hips to enter her more deeply. She began rocking against me, fucking me, and I let her ride me, moaning, feeling both pairs of panties slipping against each other. I filled my hands with her breasts, squeezing them hard. I loved the feel of the muscles of her vagina, squeezing against my cock, milking me. I drew her close and rolled over, putting myself on top so I could fuck her with wild abandon. I heard her moaning, but didn't care as I started to cum, filling her with my hot seed. I could feel her cumming too and my arms gave out, my face falling to a rest buried in her lovely breasts.
"I.. I take it you like the panties?" She grinned, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, yes, I definitely do." She smiled at my response.
(tale # 30) get full text ... Hot blonde in pantyhose.
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