The Boys Locker Room

Sierra hung back in the locker room, watching as her fellow dancers finished getting dressed and left. No one said a word to her-not that she expected they would, since none of them liked her at all. They hated her for being beautiful, with long jet black hair and big icy blue eyes, C-cup breasts and a tiny waist, long legs that went on for forever and a devilishly charming smile. They hated her for being the favorite, the one who brought all the guys to the games, the one who got all the attention.

Quite simply, they hated that she was so obvious about being a slut, while they had to sneak around and pretend they weren’t fucking whoever took them to the movies. She would have with them being in college now, they’d be a little more open with their sexuality.

She let her lips curl into a slow smile as the last one swished past her with her nose in the air. “Bitch,” Sierra muttered under her breath. She despised the trust-fund snobs as much as they despised her, but the dance squad gig was a sweet deal. Not that she really needed an excuse to find her way into the football players’ locker room after dance practice, but it helped.

She waited a minute to make sure no one was going to come back and surprise her, then moved quickly across the hall and slowly pushed open the door to the boys’ locker room. She heard the laughter and the sounds of running water and felt the steam roll out to her. The heat hit her and instantly made her wet.

“Hey boys!” she called out, grinning slyly as she stepped back into the inner sanctum.

There were only five of the guys still there, and they all looked up in anticipation when they heard her voice.

“Hey, Sierra,” Brett drawled. The tall brunette’s eyes sparkled as he shifted his hips, the towel that was loosely knotted around them dropping to the floor. Sierra licked her lips as she eagerly eyed his cock. It was still soft, but that was changing rapidly. “I was beginning to wonder if you weren’t coming today.”

Sierra laughed. “I plan on cumming quite a bit today,” she said with a wink. She walked closer to him and slid her hand down his chest and stomach, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking it slowly. He groaned and arched into her hand as his cock hardened.

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Tease In a Sun Dress

My phone lights up, vibrates against the table and chimes. Text message. I walk over to check and my heart skips a beat for a moment. It’s from her.

“Hey, I’m bored… you should head over.”

I’m a little torn with what to do, she’s such a tease but I keep telling myself that maybe this one time she’ll be different so I head over.

A few minutes later I’m standing on her doorstep and she’s answering the door, barefoot, in a cute little sundress. Her green eyes sparkle and she grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me inside. I’m a little taken aback but I follow her inside, closing the door behind me. She stops abruptly causing me to run into her and she takes the opportunity to grind her ass back into me. She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder and looks me square in the eye, then winks.

Fuck.

“So, wanna watch a movie or something?”

She’s gotta be joking. She called me over here practically in the middle of the night to watch a movie? I can tell she doesn’t think tonight will be any different from before. She calls me over, teases me to the point of frustration and then kicks me out. Not tonight.

“Not exactly what I had in mind…”

She looks up at me and puts on her best pouty expression, one finger playing idly with the bottom of her sundress. I can’t take it.

“Ok fine, what movie did you have in mind?”

She giggles and runs over to her stack of DVDs, making sure to bend over at the waist instead of kneeling down. I can see she’s not wearing anything underneath. What a fucking tease. I walk over behind her and run my hand across her ass. She whirls around as she slaps my hand away.
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Bachelor Party Cuckold

This true story is about how I became a cuckold. When I became engaged, despite my objections my friends decided to hold a bachelor party for me. Since they knew I would object, they had to trick me into coming. My best friend John called me and asked if I wanted to watch the Redskins football game on his big screen TV the following Sunday. Being a huge Skins fan, I jumped at the chance and arranged to meet him at his house at 12:00 sharp so we could catch the pre-game show on ESPN!

I should have known something was up when the beer and snacks were flowing freely and more and more of my friends started showing up “unexpectedly”. The Skins were crushing the hated Cowboys and I was getting totally trashed. At the end of the game I was much too drunk to drive and was sitting in a big soft armchair when a beautiful woman in a trench coat walked in. I wasn’t too drunk to see what was coming, but I was too drunk to stop it. She whipped off the coat and underneath was dressed (kind of) in white bustier, stockings, thong and spiked heels.

As she danced in front of me taking off her bustier, I tried to get up and leave, but several of my friends held me down and I was helpless to move. Two more friends pulled my pants down and the stripper climbed up into the chair until she was sitting on my lap.

As much as I wanted to leave, I began thinking with my small head and when the stripper started rubbing up and down on my penis, I stopped offering even token resistance. Eventually I couldn’t help myself and began thrusting my hips so I was rubbing my throbbing cock against her silk thong and was soon on the verge of coming. She leaned over and began rubbing her magnificent 36C breasts into face. This was all too much for me and with my friends standing around cheering I shot the biggest load of my life all over the stripper. Unfortunately, just as the last of my load was dripping down the strippers’ stomach, my fiancé Sharon walked in.
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Hot Tub Surprise

My wife T and I have some friends that are going through a bit of struggle so to give the wife, Karen, a chance to vent and a shoulder to cry on T decided to invite her over for dinner one evening. T thought that an evening away without having to always be confronted by her husband would give Karen a chance to open up and see things a bit more clearly.

We had a wonderful steak dinner and had opened the third bottle of wine as we cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher when T suggested that we take our next glass of wine out to the hot tub. It was a nice fall evening with a temperature in the 50’s so it was almost a perfect setting to relax in the hot tub and enjoy the cool fall weather.

We usually get into the hot tub nude, but always have a supply of swimsuits around for when the kids and grand kids come around. T found something that fit Karen and we all moved out to the back yard and into the hot tub.

By now we were all joking and laughing about how relaxing this was and as the wine was having an affect on everyone we started to discuss Karen’s husband and their relationship. He was a rather pompous ass that was convinced he knew everything about everything, when in fact he couldn’t see the reality of life in front of him.

Karen made some comment about his self serving ways and when I responded that “he couldn’t find his dick with both hands” we all laughed and then she made the remark that he couldn’t find her pussy either! This quickly got T going as she asked Karen how long it had been since she’d had sex, and finally Karen admitted that it had been many weeks since they’d done anything, but what she missed the most was that it had been years since she’d gotten an orgasm orally her husband.

T quickly offered that I could fix that for her! I was shocked! I’m always trying to get my wife to show off or let other guys fool around with her body, but this was the first time she’d ever suggested that I do something.

Both Karen and I asked if she was sure about this, and when T suggested that Karen might like it since I enjoyed giving oral sex so much that it could be a real treat for her. See also said that she didn’t mind at all sharing me, and that she was willing to go first to show Karen how we’ve done it in the past while in the hot tub.

With that T stood up and started to peel off her swim suit and by the time she had taken it off and tossed it aside I’d already taken mine off as well. We both looked over at Karen as she just shrugged her shoulders, said why not, and peeled off her suit as well.
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College Girls Level 1

As a new college professor, I was still getting used to being back on a campus. I had spent a few years after graduating in private industry before deciding to go back for my doctoral studies. During those studies, I knew that my calling lied in teaching and started looking for a university position. I certainly enjoyed the academic portion of my profession, but seeing the beautiful young coeds prance around campus was a big bonus!

I first met Lori at teacher/student interviews after the first week of classes. She was in one of my larger philosophy classes, so I hadn’t noticed her sitting in the back. We talked for nearly two hours and got along famously. I was intrigued by her playful yet intelligent demeanor and how engrossed she was in the conversation. Mature beyond her years, Lori talked about everything from school to hobbies to the sorority she had joined last semester, when she was still a freshman. Now that she was an “upperclassman,” she was thrilled to have a “little sister” that was pledging the sorority.

Of course, much of my interest in Lori was based on her looks. A stunning 19-year old sophomore, she reminded me of one of my favorite old-school porn stars, Lexus Locklear. Lori wore extremely short jeans shorts that exposed her long, tan and shapely teen legs. The green Abercrombie & Fitch tank top hugged her well shaped breasts. I could see the straps of a purple bra underneath and was sure that it contained some of the finest tits on campus.

Lori ended up being one of my most enthusiastic and successful students. We talked after class for a few minutes at least once a week, but always about academics. Of course as much as I wanted to get in her pants, I still had to abide by the college’s student/teacher relationship clause. I was also sure that she got plenty of attention from the boys on campus and had no interest in a professor 10 years her senior. It wasn’t until I ran into Lori and her little sister, Erica, at a bar on Friday night that I even thought about the possibility of sex (ok, I had thought about it numerous times, but not seriously!). Being there with several of my colleagues, though, I knew that I couldn’t act on my beer-induced desires.

Lori saw me from across the bar and came over to introduce me to Erica. Erica was a freshman engineering major, not normally the educational discipline for Tri-Delt sorority girls. She was, of course, the hottest engineering student I had ever laid eyes on. A delicate brunette, she was a shy stunner with pale skin, freckles and a fabulous figure shown off in a flouncy pink miniskirt and a white mid-riff top. I checked out her incredible legs and saw that she was wearing a pair of 4-inch white heels with straps that ran up her calves. A very well-coordinated outfit, it was just a little trampy too. In fact, with her back to me, I almost thought that her skirt was short enough that I caught a glimpse of the cheeks of her ass.
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The Office Slut

“Yes? What is it, Miles?”

George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve.

“Have you seen her yet, boss?”

Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut.

“Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did.

George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought.

“The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” George looked up a little confused.

“Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have – you – seen – her – yet?”

George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin.

“Er, no. Why?”

“Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!”

George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant.

“I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?”

“You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!”
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Shared Military Wife

I was just a young officer’s wife when Scott went through his initial training in the Army after he graduated from ASU ROTC as a second lieutenant. He found a small apartment off base and brought me out to stay with him. He had written and spoken on the phone with me about his new friend and fellow officer, Kenny. My husband joked with me about how large Ken’s cock was and that I should try it. The first weekend spent at our apartment and my introduction to his friend was awkward. Another round of beers was opened and my glass was refilled, and I saw Scott looking at Ken, who just winked. I had a feeling there and then that my tits would soon be out on display to all. Therefore, I decided to break the ice and jump right in.

“Well, can I see it?” I asked, as I took a long drink of my beer.

I was nervous and I really did want to see it. They laughed again and Scott said to Ken, “She does have a nice set of tits,” and then looked at me and smiled. “Show him honey!”

I looked at him, took another drink of my beer and my hands shook as I put the glass back onto the table. I smiled; it was a nervous smile, but I stood up, still smiling, fingers trembling as I lifted up the front of my top to reveal my red lace brassiere. I know I was blushing; I could feel my face go the color of the bra. They were looking at me, I was looking at them. My husband was smiling, no, he was grinning. I took the top off and stood there in front of them dressed in jeans and a bra. I tried to smile, but it was a nervous smile. I cupped my breasts as I looked at them and then I pulled the tops of my 36DD cups down to reveal my breasts. I knew my nipples were hard. I looked at them, Scott still grinning, and Ken with his eyes locked on my now semi naked breasts and hard ½ inch nipples.

“Not enough, Donna, take it off!” Scott said to me.
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Riding The Subway

“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone.

Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear.

Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them.

I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready to go out and have fun. Hopefully we got laid in the process.

I went to my closet, ripping out clothes and discarding them. I was going for a flat out sexy and slutty look. I was going to have fun, despite the asshole’s behavior.

I’m not a stunner. I don’t have a model’s body, nor do I have a face that stops traffic, but I get a fair amount of attention. I rarely buy my own drinks at the bar, and get enough offers for dancing to keep me having a good time.

I finally found an appropriate outfit. The top was a halter style with just a string to tie in the back. Anyone looking at me would know I wasn’t wearing a bra. The skirt was short, just past my rounded ass. And of course, a good old pair of “fuck me” heels. I decided to skip the panties. If I met someone I wanted to fuck, I didn’t want anything getting in the way. It would make bumping and grinding on the dance floor interesting as well.

I made my way to the subway to meet the girls at the club. It was a busy night. The cars were packed and I ended up standing. With people getting on and off, I was getting bumped into and almost fell. I reached up to hold the bar. This caused my skirt to ride up. If it swayed just right, a little glimpse of ass was visible. Knowing that people could see my ass got me a little excited. I don’t mind showing off. My as is one of my best assets.

The feel of the skirt swaying against my bare skin started my pussy twitching. Knowing that men were watching me and maybe even some women…. Well, it got the juices flowing pretty well. My nipples were hard nubs pressing against the fabric of my shirt. It was a fairly sheer material, so they were quite obvious.

As the train jolted to a stop, I felt someone push up against me. This was not unusual in a crowded car. However, I didn’t hear the usual “excuse me.” Instead, I felt a bulging crotch push against my ass. It felt like a decent sized bulge. When I didn’t push him off, his hands grabbed my hips, then snaked around to my front, up my chest, landing on my tits.

Oh damn, that felt so good. I was already tingling before he touched me. I ground my ass against his bulge, while thrusting my tits against his hands.

“You’re looking to get fucked, aren’t you?” I heard in my ear.
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