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The Stockport Stripper

This story is hardly pornographic. It describes my feelings aged 18, a virgin, on my first visit to a strip club in the North of England. Not simply a virgin, an only child, lacking sex education, I had no idea of the anatomy of the opposite gender to whom I was, nevertheless, strongly attracted. I consider that this first visit, unwittingly, had a long term influence on my attitudes to them and the way their sexuality gives them an enormous advantage their ability to manipulate men. As the final sentence shows, I consider they truly are the superior sex.

Fantasy

Just for daddy

It’s a warm night and I’m home alone, lying on my bed wearing a black silk nightie and black panties. Thinking about you.. You’d been working away and after 3 weeks we were missing each other so bad. We’d spoken on the phone everyday but it wasn’t the same as being together and we were both frustrated and horny as fuck! Remembering 2 nights ago on the phone, you started telling me how much you were missing having me beside you in bed, touching me whenever you wanted to, but mostly how badly you missed tasting my sweet little pussy. You knew that would turn me on and when you heard my involuntary moan, you knew it’d had the desired effect. You started to describe what you were going to do to me when you got home. As I listened I could feel the heat between my legs, my pussy had started to twitch and without thinking I had slipped my hand between my legs and was just gently running my fingers over my panty covered pussy. I guess my breathing gave me away and you asked me if I was touching myself. I whispered yes.
There was a subtle change in your voice then, anybody else wouldn’t have noticed, but I know my daddy. You told me that I was breaking your most important rule,
“NO TOUCHING YOUR PUSSY WHILE I’M AWAY!”
I started to say I was sorry but you told me it was too late. Your voice slightly deeper, with a firmer tone, you told me to be a good girl and do exactly what you say. That alone was enough to make my already damp panties soaking wet. I love the sexual control you have over me and I did everything you told me to, exactly as you wanted. I listened to you tell me how hard your cock was and how it throbbed in your hand as you stroked it, and listened to your little slut obeying you. You had me finger my hot little cunt til I was just about to cum, and then sharply told me to pull my fingers away. I did as you said but let out a moan of frustration as the orgasm disappeared before it reached its peak. You made me lick and suck my fingers, to tell you how I tasted. You took me to the edge of climax over and over, never allowing me to cum. You knew I loved it as much as you loved having the power over me, and you always gave me the most intense orgasms, as long as I was a good girl…but I hadn’t been, I’d broken your rule and you wanted to punish me.
Abruptly you told me to take my hands away from my slutty little cunt, pull up my panties and pull down my nightie. I was shocked and didn’t believe you were serious, until you said ,”I will be home sometime in the next 48 hrs, sleep now, but from when you wake up you may play with your hot, smooth little pussy but you must NOT cum til I am with you. Goodnight babygirl”, and the line went dead. I lay there for a while, frustrated and upset, you’d never left me like that before, you must be so angry with me and I hated to displease you.
Eventually I drifted off to asleep.
So back to tonight, I’m lying on my bed, music on low, with all the thoughts from 2 nights ago going through my head. I’m determined not to let you down again. I am fully aware that you’d know if I brought myself off and the consequences would be dire. My legs are far apart (no chance of reaching orgasm that way), panties pushed down just far enough to expose my pussy, reaching down with my left hand to open my smooth lips, the fingers of my right hand gently stroking my hard little clit, head back, eyes closed, moaning softly. My nipples are rock hard, my pussy is throbbing, and without realising it I’ve started to close my legs! I’m so close to cumming..I cry out “no!” pulling my hand away and throwing my legs apart just in time to stop myself from disobeying you. I moan, partly in relief, partly in frustration.
It’s then I hear your voice “Hello baby”. I open my eyes and you are standing over me, looking down between my legs, a huge bulge in the front of your jeans. You tell me you’ve been watching me and you’re so very pleased with me. You kneel next to the bed, leaning down to kiss me, my arms go up round your neck, holding you tight as I open my mouth to you. You start to whisper how you’ve looked forward to coming home to your good girl, you know I love it when you call me that, I smile and you tell me again, “you are my good girl baby, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. I knew my good girl would wait for me.”
I can hardly breathe as I listen to you. I gasp as I feel your fingers make contact with my clit, before you pull them away again and tell me “I need to taste you baby”, and you start to move down, kissing all the way to the top of my pussy, you slide my panties right off, holding them to your face, you let out a moan as you feel and smell my sex on them. You pull my left leg toward you, sliding your arm underneath. I watch you lower your head between my legs and then I feel your hot tongue dipping into my soaking pussy, my body reacts to your touch by pushing up to your mouth and I’m not even aware of the sounds I start to make. Your right arm pushes me back down and you use your fingers to part my pussy lips, you expose my clit to you, it’s so hard and swollen. Your breathing is deeper now and you look at me and ask, “Does my babygirl wanna cum for me?” I’m nodding and pleading, “Yes, yes, oh please let me cum for you daddy”.
You smile and flick your tongue over my clit, holding me down as I jerk upwards, then you ask again, “are you sure you wanna cum for me?” Before I can answer you say, “So tell me baby, who does this little wet pussy belong to?”
“It belongs to you daddy, it’s all yours” I gasp as I wriggle around under your arm, but you’re too strong and have no trouble holding me still as you say, “tell me again baby”. I start to tell you again as you begin steadily flicking my clit with your tongue and your left arm moves further up between my legs and you slowly slide two fingers into my aching pussy.
“Oh my god!” I cry out. I know I can’t hold back much longer. I’m telling you that my pussy is all yours whenever you want it, and in my sweetest little girl voice I ask if I can cum.
“Not yet baby”, you reply.
Desperately trying to hold back, I start to beg and plead with you to let me cum. It seems like forever that you thrust your fingers deep inside my hot aching cunt and lick my hard little clit.
Then you say it, “Ok babygirl cum for daddy”.
I don’t even hear the rest of what you say as I arch my back, thrusting onto your hand, as the most intense orgasm I ever experience hits me, my pussy clenches hard onto your fingers, my legs squeeze tight round your arm. I’m gripping your shoulder, the other hand gripping the sheet as I shake and shudder and my cum runs down your hand. You slowly pull your fingers from my sopping cunt and remove your tongue from my now, far too sensitive clit. Very rarely have I experienced an orgasm so intense that it makes me cry, but this is one of those and you climb onto the bed, taking me in your strong arms and kissing my face as you whisper, “come here baby, you are such a good girl”. I look up at you and whisper, “I love you daddy”.
We kiss deeply, and then you’re pushing your jeans off and moving up on top of me, spreading my legs as you get between them. You lean up on your arms, looking down at me, then between our legs where your rock hard cock is throbbing, inches from my pussy. You move forward letting it jab at my wet hole. I gasp and you pull back and ask me again, “Whose hot wet slutty little cunt is this baby?” I tell you it’s yours, it will always be yours and I beg you to fuck me. I know how you love it when I talk slutty to you, and I tell you that I am your slut, that I belong to only you, that my cunt is yours to fuck whenever you want it, my mouth is yours to fill with your hot spunk, but that I need you inside me so bad…please daddy, please fuck your dirty little slut, pound my cock hungry little cunt real hard, pleeeaaase daddy.
It’s all you need and you slam your cock inside me to the hilt, making me scream out “Yes!” You’re holding it deep inside me, looking into my eyes, as u let my little cunt adjust to having your huge cock stretching it. You tell me I’m your little slut and you’re gonna fuck me full of hot spunk and that you want me to suck your spunky cock clean after as I suck the last few drops of cum from your balls. You’re thrusting into me, pinning me down as you ride me hard, saying, “this is what you want isn’t it my little slut? You want daddy’s big fat cock in your tight little girl cunt so I can empty my balls inside you?”
Bucking beneath you, thrusting my hips up to take you deeper each time, my legs wrapped round you pulling you deeper. “Yes daddy, I’m a greedy little slut, I love your cock and I want every solid inch inside me”. You fuck me harder and faster than you ever have. My sex is running all over your balls. I feel your rhythm change as your balls tighten and a low groan starts from deep inside you and load after load of hot thick spunk shoots into my cunt. You keep fucking hard and fast til you finish jerking inside me, then collapse on top of me as we lay still, getting our breath back. You roll onto your back, taking me with you so that you are still inside me, we lay wrapped round each other and soon drift off to sleep with the smell of great sex filling the room.

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THREE FISHING BUDDIES

There are three men who every weekend go fishing. They’ve been doing it since they were kids–same fishing hole. One weekend one of them decides to go off and get married, so the other two go fishing. A little while later the third one comes walking down the path with his fishing pole.his buddy looks up and says, “I thought you got married today?”
He replies, “Yup I did.”
“Well how come you’re not home consummating your marriage?”
“Can’t do it,,” he says, “she’s got gonorrhea.”
“Well why don’t you bend her over and come in from behind?”
“Nope she’s got diarrhea.”
“Well,” he says, “what about oral sex?”
“Can’t do it! She’s got pyorrhea.”
His other buddy says, “Why did you marry this girl anyway?”
“Well,” he says, “she’s got worms too and you know how I like to go fishing!”

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Fantasy

First Encounter

A young virgin is introduced to the world of domintation and submission, fear overtakes her but will she hate it as much as she thinks she will…………………………………………..

Fantasm

THE MALL

As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore’ Dolce’

Fantasy

Teaching me part 1

Let me introduce myself. I am a 15 year old girl (just) and I think I am fairly ordinary to look at, about 5’7”, more than average long legs, slightly chubby but I have been blessed with a noticeably large chest for my age. I am shy about myself as I think I could be slimmer but I know
the boys like my chest as I keep catching them looking at it. I suppose I am pretty, and I like laughing a lot which I think makes the boys sit up and take notice.
I hang out with a bunch of friends of about my age and we attend a youth club near my home. Jamie has been my youth club leader for a year or two. All the girls are always flocking round him. I had my share of looking at him but I normally stayed in the background…until the events of this story.
Jamie is any 15 year old’s dream. At 22 he’s a little older than us but he’s sex on legs. He stands at about 6’2” and his body is nicely toned with a golden finish, strong broad shoulders, scruffy brown hair and sexy hazel eyes.
Eventually I couldn’t ignore my desire to get to know him better and compete against some of my friends and against the older girls who are always flirting with him. Honestly I think he takes it all in good form and I don’t know he’s ever taken advantage of his position to get closer to any of the girls. But I set out to change all that.
I decided to make the best of what assets I had (my large boobs) and so I started wearing low cut tops and giving him a decent flash of my cleavage whenever I could. He started to notice me and I caught him eyeing me up a few times. As the weeks went on his gaze would linger longer on my chest.
Then I decided it was time for the next step…
I decided the next thing to do was make him take notice of my legs although slightly chubby they were long and smooth. So from there my skirts got shorter and shorter. To start with his gaze didn’t seem to register the fact I had short skirts on but eventually I noticed his eyes falling on them. Taking advantage of my situation I would ‘accidentally’ drop things and seductively bend down in front of him to retrieve the object.
Eventually I got bored with this. One afternoon me and a bunch of my friends were sitting
opposite him. He seemed to be watching me closely. I began opening my legs. As he was sat opposite me he had a good view up my skirt. I gave a triumphant giggle. As he adjusted himself in his seat I snapped my legs shut and he had a look of disappointment on his face. Next time I thought, I’ll give him something even better to look at.
He was noticing me more and more. Every time I caught his eye my stomach would give a flutter and my pussy would get moist at the thought of this big sexy hunk of man touching me. A day or two later he again was sitting opposite me. I had been planning this day and in preparation had not worn my usual g-string. I decided to wear nothing. His eyes were gazing over my body I placed my hands on my lap to draw attention to between my legs. His eyes wandered down to where my hands were. About 3 other girls were trying to hold a conversation with him.
He looked most uninterested in anything they had to say. His eyes were fixed on me. I slowly opened my legs again. He sat up slightly, not enough to draw attention to himself, just enough to let me know he was watching. My skirt pulled up my legs as I opened them. Eventually he had a great view of my half shaven pussy. His eyes practically popped out of his head. He adjusted himself in his seat, I’m guessing to attempt to hide the tent in his jeans. He failed badly.
My hand slid up my thigh, my middle finger slipped between my hot wet pussy lips. He again moved in his seat. My finger worked in and out of my pussy slowly. When I realised he’d had enough teasing I decided to end it by slowly pulling out my finger and slipping it into my mouth. This was too much for him and he got up and went to the men’s room. Once again I gave a little
giggle to myself.
As I readjusted myself and smartened myself up Morgan walked over gave me a wink and said very nice. My heart jumped in my mouth. How much had he seen?! Morgan was more my age – he was only 17. Not as tall as Jamie but still pretty hot. He had very short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He was probably next after Jamie because Morgan normally has a group of girls trotting around after him. Girls loved him because of his bad boy image. He rarely behaved
himself. I wondered why he was paying me attention. Even if he had seen all my show for Jamie he must have seen half the girls in the club naked at some time, he was such a stud.
I was duly embarrassed but nothing more was said.
That Saturday there was a party at the club. Jamie kind of avoided me even though I had on a black halterneck top very low cut down to my navel i just had a row of jewels across my breats to stop it from showing more then needed.It was cold in the club and to my embarassment, as i couldnt wear a bra with my top my nipples would often go as hard as rock. At one point i stumbled into jamie my nipples pressed hard against him i whispered a hardly audable sorry he took a fleeting look at my breats said ok and walked off. I had brought a new white gypsy skirt for the occasion it rested a little above my knee but when ever i danced and twired around my black thong would openly be on show i would look round to see a few of the younger horny lads watching intently to see if i would do it again. I would give them a smile n continue to another part of the dancefloor.I was drinking Coke and to my surprise Morgan asked me for a dance then got me another Coke. After I drank it, he asked me for another dance, and as we danced I started to feel woosy. It was a fast paced dance and the ights were flashing it got to much. I went to sit down morgan followed and commented on how hot and flustered i looked,He suggested we go and sit outside. he sat me in the corner of the car park under a tree.After a few minutes i felt his hand start to wonder i went to ask him what he thought he was doing but as i opened my mouth his tongue was inside it.A little shocked i attempted to push him off.He seemed to have doubled his strength.His hand went between the gap in my top to my breast he rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger.through our tongues i kept trying to protest. As i got louder he pinched my nipple to tell me to be quiet.Morgans hand traveled south down between my legs he began to rub my pussy through my thong getting rougher and rougher.All through it i felt as though someone was watching us i was very aware of this feeling.Suddenly a pair of strong male hands grab Morgan by his top n drag him off my i fall back limply. I hear raised voice then the stomp of some very heavy feet. im then aware of bein lifted i open my eyes n find myself in jamies arms i rest my head against his shoulder.I close my eyes heavily.
When i open my eyes im in the storeroom lay on an old mattress. I look down at myself my right breast is hanging out and my skirt is up round my waist,It takes me a few moments to remember what happend.I get up off the mattress to the door as im about to push it open someone opens it from the other side.Jamie walks in. He push’s me back into the room adn then sits on an old broken chair.
“awake now then?” he asks in a sharp tone
“yes,im sorry what exactly happened one minute im with morgan all over me the next ….its you?”
“i was watching you and Morgan because we all know what he’s like. When you two got up and left i checked out your glass because i thought i saw him slip something in it and i was right when i looked in the bottom of it i found the remains of some kind of drug”
i sat on the mattress just lookin at the floor in disbelief.
“ofcourse you cant blame Morgan for his actions” he started to say. I looked up and his face was very serious.
“well look at your clothes and the way you act i saw you on the dance floor flashing everybody your thong. What you did to me the other day was very naughty aswel showing a youth club leader your pussy tut tut. So you cant blame Morgan for treating you like the little slut your trying to be”
i looked away from him slightly ashmed yet surprisingly aroused.
” i could help you over the desires to expose yourself you know” when he said this i looked at him he had a sly smile on his face.
“could you? how?”
” shut up and do as i say and you will see how”
slightly nervous but curious at the idea i nodded my head.
“stand up”
slightly shakey i stood up.
“your top …take it off”
i looked at him.
“u wanted me to help u so do it”
my fingers fumbled with the corner off my top till i stared pulling it up over my stomach i reached the bottoms of my breasts and stopped. He raised his eyebrows.With one final pull it was off.
He glanced at me.
“now the skirt pull it down”
a little more confident i slipped it downjust past my thighs then i let it fall to the floor.
he gave me the once over.
“now the rest come on, no need 2 be shy i seen it all remember”
i come over all shy. he sighs and stands up and walks over to me. Grabs my crotch and pulls, my thong rips off. I take a step back in shock. He walks back to his seat.
“hands behind your head and keep your legs spread”
obidently i do it.
“stand up straight dammit”
i do as im told.

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lesbian sex turns straight

hello, this story is true, not 100% but the most parts are, this is my first story so dont be afraid to give me some tips on how to improve, i will also be switching from me to my sister and her friend in the story it will take a while to get to the entire sex parts because of the storyline behind it but just bear with me, enjoy

Sex Joke

LESBIAN COUPLE SEX CHANGE

It was reported that a lesbian couple in San Francisco decided that one of them should get a sex change operation. Do you know what the name of the procedure for this is called?
Ans: An addadictomy.

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SARAH’S NEW MAN HAS A HUGE TONGUE

“Was I invited here to use my tongue on you?”
“Of course. The rules are I watch and call the shots. Lots of commentary from you though. It will turn us both on,” I responded as I started teasing Sarah’s already erect nipples.

Fiction

Secrets

This is the first chapter of the story. I have just finished it, and have not had the time to check it over real well, so please ignore any grammer or spelling errors for now.
I love to use sites as this to try out my new story ideas, to see what people think, and that is what this story is about. So I hope you enjoy it, and please leave feedback.
I had always had a special bond with my youngest step-daughter from the beginning of my marriage. It was a typical bond, that of most parents, the only difference was that she wasn’t of my blood. Things were tough for Kristi when she was young, nothing seemed to come easily for her. She had to study twice as hard as her older sister to make decent grades in school, and as a teenager she struggled just as much socially, where as everything came easy for Traci. My wife, Beth and I took extra time helping Kristi with her studies, but neither of us knew what to do to help her make and keep friends. We both believed that sooner or later it would just happen naturally.
One night I was relaxing, watching a little TV before bed, trying my best to forget about a long week of work when Kristi came into the room in tears. I immediately asked her what was wrong, but her only response was to ask when her mother would be home. I told her that she was working over and wouldn’t be home until morning. My answer only brought more tears, and she started to sob as she turned away.
“Wait!” I called to her. “Come here and tell me what’s going on. Why are you crying?” I patted the cushion next to me on the sofa, and Kristi reluctantly took a seat next to me.
She sat hunched over, leaning toward the floor, her butt barely on the sofa. She cupped her hands to her face to try and hide her tears, and flushed cheeks. “It’s nothing…” She said, her words muffled by her hands and tears.
“Well you don’t cry over nothing.” I responded, my heart growing heavy I my chest. I could not bear to see her cry.
“I’m stupid…” She sobbed, shaking her head slightly from side to side.
“Sweetie, your not stupid, just tell me what has you so upset. I‘m sure we can work it out.”
She through herself back against the sofa, her tiny frame nearly convulsing as she wept. Kristi was only fifteen when this day happened, and I had only recently realized that she had started to mature into a striking young woman. I had always know she was beautiful, the spitting image of her mother at her age, but until the night of her first formal dance a week earlier, somehow I had not noticed how her body had changed. When she came out of her room in that black sequenced gown that clung to her small body like a second skin, I was in awe. It was cut fairly low over the breast, showing off the inner firm mounds of her pert breasts, and plunged low in the back. And when I say low I mean low, the open back swooped down below her waistline, and was open across her back. It showed off her new found figure far too well, a figure that I had not noticed until that night. Now she laid back on the sofa in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. The shorts being a bit too short, and the same for the top.
“I feel weird about talking to you about this, about my love life.” Again Kristi cupped her hands over her face. She drew in a deep breath, causing her belly to sink into her body.
“Sweetie, you can talk to me about anything.” Is what I told her, but I was thinking to myself: You’re fifteen, how much of a love life can you have? But before the last word passed over my lips I had a flash back of myself at fifteen, and wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer to my question, and was damn glad I had not asked it out loud.
“I know… but when it comes to this stuff… well I just feel strange talking to you about it.” I could see her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson as she spoke, and wondered why.
“It’s okay, I understand. Just remember that I am here for you no matter what.”
“Oh God, that makes it even harder.”
“What does?”
“You being you. Just forget it.” Kristi hopped up from the sofa and walked over the entrance of the hallway that led back to the bedrooms. She stopped and leaned forward against the corner of the two walls, and stared back at me through her red eyes. “Fine, I have to talk to somebody or I’m going to explode.” She said, then sat back down next to me.
“You don’t have too, you can wait until Traci gets home… talk to her.”
Kristi let out a angry laugh as she brought her right hand down on my thigh. “She’s part of the problem.” She shook her head again, took another deep breath and then went on. “Nick and I broke up.”
“Really, I thought you two were getting along fine?” I gently rested my hand atop her’s on my thigh.
“So did I, until I found out that he was feeling Terri up at his place last night.”
“What does that mean?”
“Feeling her up? You know, playing with her titts.”
“I know what feeling up means, but how do you know that’s what happened?” Kristi turned her hand over under mine and squeezed.
“I was asking him about last night, why he didn’t call, and he let it slip. He actually said that her titts may be bigger, but mine are firmer. Can you believe that? Like that is suppose to make me feel better!”
Kristi twisted her upper body toward me, through her arms around my neck, and cried on my shoulder. I in turn wrapped my arms around her, held her tight, and rubbed her back to console her. She and Terri were complete opposites. Terri too was pretty, but had thick brown hair, while Kristi took after her mother with thin blonde hair. It was no secret that Terri had larger breasts, anyone with eyes could see that, but she was also heavier, more on the plump side compared to Kristi that was luck to reach a hundred pounds soaking wet. Terri wasn’t fat, she just had always been a little thick around the middle was all, and Kristi had a tiny waist. As for the firmness of their breasts I had no clue, I had never paid attention, and the only way I would have know was from the hugs the girls gave when we said goodbye. Every time they, or myself, or Beth would leave we always hugged each other, usually accompanied by a kiss on the cheek, or quick peck on the lips. But I had never noticed how the girls breasts felt against me during our hugs, it had never even crossed my mind until that moment. And right at that I could easily feel that Kristi’s we firm, very firm, and so were her nipples. That scared me a little to be honest. The entire situation was starting to scare me. Holding Kristi in my arms, rubbing her back was starting to feel pretty good. I liked the way she felt against me, the way she smelled, the warmth of her body.
It was all starting to feel too good, so I pulled away from her carefully. I didn’t want her to feel as though I was rejecting her in anyway, but I also didn’t want her to realize that she was starting to turn me on either. I didn’t want to be turned on for that matter, I loved Beth. But as I pulled away, she held me tighter, and buried her face into my neck. I could feel her warm breath whispering over my skin, the scent of her hair filled my senses, and the touch of her body had my mind wandering to places it just shouldn’t have been going.
“Why can’t all guys be like you?” Kristi whispered, her soft lips stroking the flesh of my neck, almost as if kissing me. “Mom is so lucky.” She added, pulling herself even closer to me, nearly up onto my lap.
Then it happened… I felt her lips pucker and kiss my neck. Softly, quickly, and then another that last a bit longer. She shifted again, this time pulling herself into my lap. Her lips kissed their way up my neck to my jaw, and continued on a direct path to my lips.
“Kris… what are you doing!” My question brought to a sudden halt by her lips pressing to mine. Softly she kissed me, her smooth lips opening and closing atop mine, begging for something more, something deeper.
At first I was frozen by shock, but before I realized what was happening I was kissing her back. I couldn’t help myself, she felt and tasted so good that my body seemed to ignore my mind telling it to stop. The next thing I knew her tongue had found it’s way inside my mouth, and I was laying her back on the sofa. We laid kissing, embraced within each other’s arms for I don’t know how long. I was lost in the love that seemed so strong between us, until I felt her small hand slip down between our bodies, and start to stroke my already erect cock.
I quickly pushed back from her, place my hand over her’s and told her to stop. Kristi stared into my eyes, and I into her’s. She had the most beautiful eyes, green with gold specks just like her mother. “We can’t do this, Kris…”
“It feels to me like we can.” She cooed, smiling at me, squeezing my hard shaft through my jeans.
“You know what I mean… It’s wrong.”
“I don’t care. I love you, and you love me, so why don’t you show me how much you love me?” She kissed me again, and again I was swept up in the moment and kissed her back, deeply, and allowed her to massage me through my jeans. I could feel her erect nipples poking my chest, the heat of her young body against mine, and the sensations that she was sending through my body where difficult to resist, but I did eventually.
I sat up and looked down at her stretched out over the sofa. She was so beautiful, so sexy, how could I not have seen all of this before, I thought. Then I remembered why, she was my daughter, okay my step-daughter, but to me they were one and the same. I took her hand in mine, stared into her eyes, and explained my position. I told her that I did love her, perhaps too much, and that I found this all very flattering, but it could go no further, and never happen again.
Kristi was not what you would call happy about it, but she understood that we both had just gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. But she also made it very clear to me the she too loved me more than she should, that I was much more than a step-father to her, and if the chance ever arose again she would take it gladly. I had to agree with her on that, and that time would tell.
As it turned out, Kristi and Terri made up, and she also made up with Nick. Neither Kristi or I mentioned that day again for years, nor did we ever act on our true feelings. Oh we were much closer after that day, and I always got a kiss on the lips when we would say goodbye and the hugs seemed a bit more intimate as well, right up to the day she came home and told us she was getting married, Three years later.
That was when the line blurred for us once again…

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Fucking the boss CH. 1

So when I was 19 I needed to get a second job, so on the advice of a friend I went down to the local Pizza Hut. It was some of the best advice I ever got, let me tell you. There was pussy everywhere. There was Shannon, the petite 20 yr old waitress with the short brown hair and perky little B-cups, Kiana, the 21 yr old virgin redhead, Karen the 16 yr old blond cheerleader, Autumn the 20 yr old redhead party slut with the C-cups and fat ass, and the manager Rochelle, 38 yrs old petite, never drank smoked, or been with anyone but her husband.
Out of all these I never guessed I’d have the most fun with Rochelle. It all started innocent enough, even for me, simple touching on the arm here and there, double innuendos, you know all the usual stuff. I honestly thought it was all harmless and friendly, until one day I was helping her in the walk-in freezer she turned and looked at me and said, “you know I really like you Jr.”, immediatly her cheeks turned red and she started stuttering “well I I I mean I don’t like you like you, but you know I mean”.
“That’s okay” I said, “I know what you mean”
I went home and thought about it that night, and I realized that that was what she meant, and then I started to think about what she would look like naked. I could see it in my minds eye, her long brown hair draped acrossed my lap as she sucked up and down on my hard cock with her full pink lips, taking it all the way down her throat. OHHH!!!!!! it about drove me nuts.
The next day I went in, but Rochelle had called in sick. After that I didnt work for a week, but that friday, her and I were scheduled to close together, along with Kiana. She avoided eye contact all day long, but by now I knew what she wanted, and that she was far too shy and inexperienced to make a move, it was up to me. So that night after everybody else had gone and Kiana was out washing tables I confronted her. ” Whats going on here Rochelle?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know perfectly well what I am talking about, that little incident in the walk-in, then you called in sick, and avoided me all day today, you meant what you said didn’t you?”
“Look, I don’t know, it’s just that you are so much more attentive than my husband, we’ve been having problems lately, but I could never, besides, you’re half my age”
” Rochelle my age don’t matter I’m grown, besides, what your husband don’t know…….
With that I leaned in slowly, brushed her hair back, tilted her chin and kissed her. Gently at first, she kissed back, so I parted her lips with my tounge and pulled her close to me. I could feel her tiny little breasts pressing against my chest, we were kissing hard now, i ran my hands down her back and cupped her tight little ass as I lifted her onto the desk. My cock had grown out to it’s full 8″ by now, pressing up against her pelvic bone, I know she could feel how much I wanted her. I pulled hair head back by the hair and began to kiss my way down her neck. That when she pushed me away saying, ” I sorry Jr., but I just can’t do this”
“what the do you mean” I started to say, but thats right when Kiana walked in, so she was saved by the bell so to speak.
When I got home I was so angry I couldn’t see straight. That fucking whore what the hell was wrong with her? She wanted it, and I really wanted it. Fuck that, she couldn’t, bullshit! She could and she would damnitall.
The next day I went to work, and it was the same deal, no eye contact, avoiding me, and her, Kiana, and I were to close. Well Kiana went home sick, so it was just her and I after 11. When the finally customer left I went in the back to have a little talk with Rochelle. She was sitting at her desk when I walked in. My cock had been hard all night thinking about last night. As I walked in she stood up and said, “Jr., I’m really sorry about last night, but that can never happen again, Okay?”
“Fuck no it’s not okay Rochelle”, I said as I walked right up close to her” You wanted it just as much as I did, and you still do” with that I grabbed her and tried to kiss her, but she turned away.
“no Jr. I just can’t”
“Fuck that you can and you will, you little whore” I smacked her hard acrossed the face, she spun around and fell face forward acrossed the desk. I leaned over her and grabbed her by the hair with one hand, and around the throat with the other.
She cried out, then gasped “Please Jr., no”
I threw her to the floor by her hair, then leaned down and picked her back up the same way, slaming her against the wall. ” You’re never gonna tell me no again, you got that slut?” I said as I back handed her on the mouth, then smacked her again.
“OOOWWWWWW PLEASE, STOP”
I threw her back on the desk, face up, and ripped her shirt open revealing her tiny little tits in a blue lacy bra, with I then ripped off as well showing perfect round little tits with big dark nipples to me.
“Jr., no please, its not too late” she started to say, but this time I just ignored her, flipping her over onto her stomach with that oh so tight little ass staring up at me. I yanked her pants down to her ankles, and to my surpise she had on matching lacy blue panties I yanked those down too, exposing her furry little pink beaver I pulled my pants down, letting my 8″ dick spring free. ” Just relax baby, you’re about to get what you wanted” I said as I stuck the head of my cock in her warm little twat. What do you know, it was dripping wet! I pulled her back by the hair as I slid in, damn she was almost virgin tight too. She let out a small groan as my shaft bottomed out in her little fuckhole. “You wanted it all along didnt you whore”, I asked her.
“no, please..” she started to say, but as i slowly started to pump in and out of her, the words stopped coming. Man she was better than I ever could have imagined, tight and wet, I put my hands on her hips and started fuck her her with a steady, quick rithym. Mesmerized by the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her little cunt. Then I noticed she had started moaning with every thrust. I smacked her on the ass and said ” you like that don’t you slut?”. The only reply I got was” UH, UH, UH, UH, UH”. This made me so horny, I pulled herback by the hair, and started slaming in and out of her. “UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH” I put my hands on her hips and started pumping in and out as hard as I could, jerking her back as I slammed forward.
“YEAH YOU LITTLE SLUT, ALL YOU NEEDED WAS A GOOD FUCKING HUH?”
“UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, OH OHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”,
She came so hard on my dick I thought it would break, she fell forward on the desk, but I hauled her back by the hair, ” I’m not done yet you ungratefull whore”. I continued to fuck her for a few seconds, then shot my load up her twat and let her fall forward on the desk.
“That was the most aweful thing that ever happened to me, and the best all at the same time” she said a few minutes later as I was getting dressed.
I walked over to where she was sitting and said” you liked it didn’t you?”
She just nodded, and I left it at that for now, plenty of time to train her on how to be a proper slut later, right? I had to go, but I worked again the next week with her…….

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