Earning a Living

This isn’t meant to sound vain or arrogant but I’m sexy and very pretty and look a bit like the singer Katy Perry. I’ve been popular with guys since my boobs first developed just after my 13th birthday. They are now 32c and I’m a natural size 10 with longish died black hair. I’m Bianca; 21 the youngest of three sisters, Tanya – 29, Stacey – 27 and me; the black sheep of the family with 6 tattoos to prove it.

Looking like I do has been a curse and a blessing in equal measures over the years. I love the attention my looks and boobs brings as I’ve always been an attention seeker – you should see how I dress! But I’m drawn to ‘bad boys’ who are often married or in a relationship. They, in return are drawn to me; which is why I had to move in with my elder sister 6 weeks ago. I’ll not bore you with the details but my flatmate wasn’t too happy when she found me in her bed with her boyfriend and his brother. What made it worse was that I worked in my flatmate’s parents’ shop so following a stand-up argument in front of everyone when I arrived in the shop two days later; I lost my job too.

My sister, Tanya and her family live in a four bed roomed detached house on a very nice estate.

No job meant no money so I’ve found myself living with my elder sister and her family. She’s got a good job in a Bank and her husband manages a Supermarket across town. Her husband Max is a great guy (if a little boring) and has a crush on me. Max left for work at 7am every morning and Tanya took their son to school on her way to work every morning at 8.15 which left me free to be bored out of my skull all day as I had no money; until they came home at 6 o’clock.

Well, I say ‘bored’ but that just means I could make my own entertainment!

I’d moved in on the Saturday and on the Wednesday I was standing at the door from the utility room at about 11.30; smoking a cigarette and checking my texts. The doorway was quite secluded; with a high locked gate at one end to the left of the linked passageway and to the right two back gardens were about 6 feet the other way. Suddenly the door to the neighbouring utility room opened and a man in his fifties got a shock as he put some rubbish in the wheelie-bin.

“Fu…..Bloody Hell!” He laughed and clutched his chest – pretending to have a heart attack. “I’m not used to anyone else being around during the week.” He laughed.

I smiled and introduced myself.

“Of course,” he joked, “I’d forgottan that Tanya was expecting guests.”

He introduced himself as Ian; but everyone called him Minty and chatted about the neighbourhood and his grown up family. I was so engrossed in the conversation it didn’t dawn on me until after a couple of minutes that I was still wearing the loose t-shirt that I’d worn in bed and it finished about 5 inches above my knees and I was wearing nothing underneath – no bra or panties. The dirty old bugger was getting an eyeful; especially as the cool breeze in the passageway between the houses was making my nipples stiffen and the hem of the shirt flap a little.
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Hot For Black Cock

My name is Melissa; I am 44 and have been married for twenty years. I have been a faithful wife and mother during that time. My husband Jim has always wanted to experiment with our sex life, but that never went too far. But like everyone else, I have fantasies too, but just never lived them out until now.

A group of us ladies decided to go to a male strip club for one of our friends 40th birthday. I had never been to one, but have heard plenty of stories.

We all were having a good time, plenty of drinks to lose you inhibitions. All the male dancers were younger guys 25-30ish. Mainly white, but there was two black guys.

All the guys got totally naked during the routines, and allowed the ladies to fondle them, for dollars of course. I had heard stories about black cocks, but had never seen one in person. The two black guys were well hung and attached allot of attention.

We all chipped in so Lisa, whose birthday could have a lap dance with one of the black guys. After his routine he came to our table, nude with a fairly hard dick. He presented himself to Lisa; she was shy at first but gave in and took hold of this beautiful black cock.

She stroked it in her tiny white hands as the dancer gyrated his hips toward her, soon both hands were on his cock and there was still plenty left to hang out.

To our surprise, Lisa lowered her head and stuck her tongue out. Her tongue circled the head of this massive cock, and then put her lips to it. She continued to stroke and suck his cock. Lisa offered to share her black wand with some of the others at out table.

Both Shelly and JoJo wanted to grab this big black cock as well. Then all three of them were on their knees in front of this guy. His dick was swing back and forth hitting hungry lips and groping hands.

Finally this guy blasted his wad and there was cum flying everywhere, hitting the three in the face, in their hair, on their clothes.

I don’t know about the others but my panties were soaked with my own precum. The three took to the restroom laughing and giggling like school girls.
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Bachelor Party Creampie

Hi there, my name is Tina and I’m writing this episode down at the request of my husband, Rob. You see, I recently had an amazingly hot sexual episode (one of many, actually) and Rob got so turned on by it he wanted me to share the details with the world. So, for what it’s worth, here we go!

First, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 32 years old, and I’ve been married to Rob for 8 years. We enjoy a very hot and active sex life, and we are into swinging with other couples. I’m 5’ 8” tall, 120 lbs, with brunette hair. Rob & I both workout, and I also teach an aerobics class. Rob is always telling me how hot my body is, and he gets turned on when my tight ass draws looks in public.

Anyway, this particular adventure started with Cindy, a young girl who is in my advanced aerobics class. She’s petite, 21 years old and blonde. She’s never missed a class, and I have to say that when I’m teaching I find my eyes drawn to her all the time. I think she started to pick up on this, when she sees me checking her out she started giving me shy smiles. I thought it was cute, and I started to think it might be fun to have a three way with her and Rob.

One day after class, about 2 weeks ago, she approached me as I was stretching to loosen up after the lesson. Everyone else had left the studio; it was just the two of us. I was seated on the floor working a hamstring muscle and she asked if she could stretch with me, as she was feeling a little tight.

“Sure,” I replied. She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a crop top, and her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I couldn’t help wondering how it would taste if I ran my tongue all over her body. I could see that the crotch of her shorts were particularly sweaty, and I had to push the thought of burying my face in there out of my head, otherwise I’d be heading to the showers to rub myself off.

She lay down on the mat, and asked “Can you just stretch one leg at a time for me?” I took her leg by the ankle as she lay on her back, and gently pushed it up and back. Looking down I could see her pussy lips outlined through her thin shorts, this girl didn’t like wearing panties when she worked out, another plus!

I released her leg and took the other one, stretching it the same way. “Oh, that feels so good,” she said, “almost as good as sex. Too bad my boyfriend is out of town, he always likes to get some when I come home from aerobics,”

Hmm, I thought, This is definitely starting to look like an opportunity. I said, “You’re really tight, let me just massage your hamstring a little while it’s in the stretched position.” I held her ankle with one hand and kneaded down the back of her leg with the other, all the way to her ass. Then I “accidentally” brushed her pussy as I continued massaging.

She moaned and said “That feels so good, I think I pulled a muscle in my butt, can you please work on that?”

I didn’t need a second invitation, I let go of her leg and she rolled over. I started at her hips, and gave a vigorous massage, running my hands over the thin shorts and down between her legs. “Spread your legs a little so I can work on your upper thighs,” I suggested. She obliged, and as I touched her I could see that her crotch was looking a lot wetter than it did before.
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Poker Game

A few buddies of mine from work love to get together every so often to play poker. We try to play whenever given the chance, and there are several of us at work who love to play. We are all mainly in our forties and fifties, and our games are all in good nature. It had been a few months since we last played, and Chris and myself tried to gather up a few others to play. We decided to play at my house the following Saturday night.

That morning I went out and picked up a few items from the store. I got the typical necessities like beer and chips, and when I returned home I got a call from Chris. He told me that Steve and Dave wouldn’t be able to make it, but that he got a buddy of his, and a coworker of his to play. I told him I was ok with that, and anyway I had already bought several times for that night.

That night Chris and the other two guys came over. Mike was around our age, and seemed like a very likable guy. His buddy Jason was quite a bit younger, and couldn’t had been more than twenty five or so. He was a bit on the conceded side, and he talked about how he was going to take all of our money from us. I tried initially to drown him out, but after several minutes I become extremely annoyed by him. I couldn’t wait to kick his ass, and show him who the best was at poker.

We had played almost an hour, and Jason was a bit better than I had originally thought. He had taken me on two good hands, and I fell for his bluff on both occasions. I was down quite a bit now, and he sat across from me bragging how many chips he had in front of him. This just infuriated me that much more, and I was more determined than ever to put this young prick in his place. I wasn’t about to let him beat me like this, and I couldn’t wait to win back some of the money had had taken from me already.

Over the next hour I began to get hot. I had won back some of my money I had lost to Jason, and he suddenly had finally shut up how good he was. He then began to make excuses how he had let me win. That just incited me that much more, and the game began to get extremely personal for me from that point on.

It was shortly after that when my wife Jen had strolled out into the kitchen for something. She had stopped to say something to Chris, and I could see young Jason salivating over her. I watched as Jen made eye contact with him. I could tell Jason was undressing her with his eyes, and Jen gave him a brief smile before strolling back into the living room. Jen stood 5’5 and around 140 pounds or so. She was a year younger than me, but didn’t look a day over forty. She had nice big tits to go along with a beautiful curved ass, and young Jason was getting his jollies off just watching her.

We had played for another hour or so when Chris said he had to go. I had won back almost three quarters what I had lost, and I felt good about doing that. Chris was just about to get up from the table when Jason said, “How about one more game!”

Chris looked over at me and I said, “I am fine with that.”

This would give me one last chance to show this young prick something before he leaves. Chris dealt out the cards, and to my excitement had dealt me three tens. I now had that young prick on the ropes as he threw away three of his own cards. Chris and his buddy immediately dropped out of the hand just leaving Jason and myself. He then said he was all in, and pushed his whole pile of chips to the middle of the table. He knew I couldn’t match his bet, and Chris immediately piped out that there was a limit on much you could bet.

Jason gave me a stern look and said, “Are you in or not?”

I wanted to beat him so badly now, and I began to offer him a few material things I had laying around the house to cover my bet. He didn’t want any of what I had to offer, and then suddenly surprised all of us when he said, “What about putting up that lovely wife of yours?

I knew he was bluffing me at that point, and I thought about for a good few seconds. I finally said to him, “You’re on!”

Chris piped up, “Are you sure you want to do that? It is only a poker game!”

I sat there for a few seconds staring down at my hand. I then said to him, “Let’s play!”

Chris and his buddy stood there with a shocked look on their faces. I sat there nervously as Jason said to me, “Let’s see what you got!”
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At The Movies

Joe will be here any minute. I’m really glad he enjoyed our first date as much as I did and asked me out again. It’s been a week and I haven’t been able to think about anything else but him. He’s so fucking hot!!! We have great chemistry and I could tell he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. I’ve really been looking forward to this.

He’ll be here at 7 and it’s 5:30 already. Grab a quick shower, shave, trim my pussy. Lotion, perfume, hair is done. What to wear? Warm enough now to avoid slacks and a sweater. Let’s see……oh yeah, this will be perfect. Cute halter sun dress. Picked this up last spring and haven’t had the occasion to wear it. No panties tonight dear, definite easy access. Thigh highs and my platforms. Perfect.

Almost 7. I’m in the kitchen, getting the wine glasses out of the cupboard when the doorbell rings. Early. That’s a good sign. I open the door and invite him in. He’s smiling, checking me out, tells me I look great. You don’ look so bad yourself in those tight jeans baby. Tell him to grab a seat, that I’ll be right back. Grab the glasses and the wine, we have time for a quick sip. I pour and sit across from him, making sure I show plenty of leg. Small talk and one glass of wine. Time to go.

More small talk on the way to the theater. No munchies for me, just a small drink. He takes my hand and we head into the theater. Once inside the door, it’s my plan to lead him to the back corner, bench seats and we can be alone. Apparently, he had the same idea, no need for me to lead, he’s guiding me there! We’re seated just as the lights go down.

The previews start and I place my hand on his thigh and give a squeeze. I hear him gasp and I smile at him. He places my arm around my shoulder and I lean in against him. I continue to stroke and periodically squeeze his thigh. He caresses my bare shoulder and I can feel my nipples stiffen. The volume is loud and we’re practically alone in our little corner. I move my hand from his thigh to his crotch. He’s already getting hard. I lightly caress the fabric of his jeans and I can hear his breathing getting heavier. His hand has moved to my breast, cupping and squeezing, kneading. Feels so good. I feel his hand move to the knot in the halter, working it free. The top of my dress falls loose, giving him access to my naked breast. His hand moves to my stiff nipple, lightly caressing it with his finger. I can feel my clit begin to throb.
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Innocent Girl Finds Sex in the Sauna

I always dreamed of travelling the sky’s and when I turned 20 I got accepted on a air hostess training program. It aimed at giving young applicants a three week experience before going through the whole recruitment process. I was so excited. Our first trip was to Sweden, for an overnight, and then back home to London. The airline wanted to keep our look professional so we were given a blue skirt and jacket with the little gold wings to wear for the trip. We were also allowed to bring with us a small overnight suitcase as we would be spending the night at a hotel in a little tourist town in North Sweden, and returning on a flight the next morning.

The day arrived. I put on my uniform and my mother dropped me off at the airport. I was nervous all dressed up on my first real job. I met the other 2 recruits at the designated meeting point in the airport. They were Tom (25 years old) and Jenny (18 years old). We were given a quick summary as to what our duties would be on the flight and then we were guided through security and onto the plane.

After take off I was responsible for walking behind the catering air hostess and smiling to the passengers as I offered them a drink. The flight was quickly over and we were taken by bus to a small hotel resort to spend the night. It was only 4pm when we arrived and we were free to spend the afternoon and evening as we wanted. The hotel was isolated in the ski hills so we had to entertain ourselves there. The hotel had a gym and sauna which Tom and Jenny had planned to use. I went to my room to change into something casual, but soon realised that I had not brought with me anything other than a long dress for the evening. I stayed in my uniform and went out to the hotel shop to buy something to wear. It had just closed. On my way back up to the room I passed Jenny who had already changed into black leggings and a halter top for the gym. I told her that I didn’t have anything to wear so wouldn’t be able to come to the gym.

She told me to meet her at the Sauna after she had done some gym. I decided to go try out the sauna as the Swedish sauna experience was famous. It was an outdoors sauna with a plunge pool next to it in the snow for cooling off. I arrived 30 minutes later at the Gym. Jenny was sweated out and ready to try the sauna. I went into the change room and asked the lady for two towels. She handed me over these tiny towels so I asked her if she didn’t have any bigger ones and was given a look, which required no words. I took off my skirt and blouse and left my underwear and bra on and placed the towel around me. Jenny took her gym clothes off and covered herself with the towel. Jenny was much shorter than I so the towel reached from her neckline to her knees, but on me it just covered my breasts and ended up at the bottom of my butt. We were about to leave the change room and Jenny told me my bra strap would burn me in the sauna. I unclipped it and took it off.

We entered the sauna and felt the hot air engulf us. I noticed that there were others in the sauna already. I was a bit taken back as there were two men and another women all sitting there totally nude. I didn’t realise it was a unisex sauna and I was shocked that they didn’t care to cover up and weren’t embarrassed. We sat on the upper bench opposite the 3 others. They stared at us as we held our towels tightly around us. Meanwhile, as I sat down my towel would either have to drop below my cleavage line or go up over my miniskirt line. Without much thinking I sat down and the towel rode up my thighs, exposing my pink satin panties. I pushed my legs together, not really considering why I was doing it.
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The Big Game

You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off.

‘No problem, sweetie,’ you say as you turn and head back to the kitchen. My eyes aren’t the only ones watching as you disappear.

‘You are one lucky guy, Dustin,’ a friend says.

‘Fuck yeah,’ says another. Smiling broadly at the compliments. Maybe it’s the beer, but I drop a bombshell and say,

‘And she’s not wearing any underwear.’ The room explodes, the guys hooting and hollering. You run back into the room. We all quiet down.

Andy says, ‘Uhh, the Redskins just sacked the quarterback.’ And with that you head back to the kitchen. Then he turns to me and in a whisper, ‘You’re fucking with us.’ All the guys lean forward to hear my answer.

‘Nope. I told her no underwear and she’s not wearing any.’ The guys shake their heads. I notice Dave and Jim adjusting their pants. I think their getting erections, but I’m not about to ask. I take another swig of beer. ‘She loves not wearing underwear. Gets her hot. She fucks like an animal when she’s gone a day without wearing them.’ The guys all take a long drink of beer.

‘No fucking way. You’re lying,’ says Derek.

‘Watch,’ I reply. I call to you and you strut in.

‘You called lover?’ you ask. I motion you over to me. You bend down and I grab you and pull you forward. Bending at the knees I lock my lips on your. My tongue slips into your mouth. You struggle a bit, then kiss me fully. While we are kissing I pull up the bottom of your skirt, without you realizing it. I let go of you.

‘That’s all I wanted.’

‘Are you sure?’ you ask in a sultry, thrusting a hip in my direction. Laughing I pat your bottom as I send you away. When you’re gone I turn to Andy.

‘Well?’

‘You weren’t lying,’ he says, then adds, ‘Dudes she’s totally shaved.’ The hooting begins again, but this time you don’t come into the room. I sit back to watch the game. As I take another pull from the bottle, Jim gets up and leaves.
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Remembering Mardi Gras

I was wearing ten strands of beads, and the night was just beginning. My date had left to find a restroom and I hadn’t seen him since. Then again, who needs a date at Mardi Gras?

My dress was tight and soaked from sweat and spilled drinks. I smelled like Rum & Coke. I had worn a tube dress because it yanks down so quickly and easily, and I was determined to win my share of beads. It was also short, in case I gathered the courage to try earning a few more strands of Mardi-Gras beads. But so far I hadn’t dared – that was like inviting rape. And every man in a three foot radius grabbed for your pussy the second you lifted your skirt.

“What will you do with your beads afterwards?” yelled a voice at my ear, straining to be heard above the music and noise of the crowd. I craned my neck to see him: the crowd was so tightly packed that it was nearly impossible to turn around.

“I thought I’d hang them on my grandmother’s grave,” I shouted over my shoulder. “She always did love Mardis Gras.”

He laughed. It was a rich, dark Cajun laugh. “You’re funny. I appreciate that.”

I felt him put his hands on my hips, which constitutes ‘dancing together’ in a crowd like this. I looked down. His hands were large and dark, with fingers that were thin and elegant but also strong. Heat rushed to between my legs. His head leaned forward against the back of mine. We danced. Several minutes later he spoke again.

“You remind me of my best friend in high school. I can’t figure why.”

“I hope your best friend was a girl.”

He laughed again. “Lor’, yes. I haven’t seen her since high school.” A minute later he added, “I think it’s your hair. She had long hair; she kept it just the way you do.”

“Were you two strictly friends?”

At first it seemed like he hadn’t heard me, though I knew he had. He took so long to reply.

“I always wanted more, but I never had the guts.”

I could feel him growing harder against my ass. The heat between my legs grew in like. I pressed slightly backwards, rubbing back and forth against him. His breath rushed past my ear. His hands migrated downwards until they came to rest at the hem of my dress. The heat between my legs grew again, and I could feel myself growing wet.
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Cindy Loosens Up

My wife and I met in high school. I was a football stud and a party animal. She was an honors student and painfully shy. I actually approached her because I felt sorry for her at some party that her friends had dragged her to. She just stood in a corner and looking down at the floor. I walked up and started a conversation. It did not take long to realize how beautiful and sweet she was. I gave up my hound dog ways and decided that I had found what I had been searching for all along.

Our relationship was very innocent at first. She was completely inexperienced so I was gentle and patient with her. She did not have a clue as to her beauty. The first time I saw her without her clothes it took my breath away. She is blonde and petite with a very tight body. Her breasts were the perfect fit for my hands. They are quite firm and so responsive that her nipples get hard from just a kiss on her lips. Her blue eyes are so deep that they seem to engulf me. Six years later I still cannot get enough of kissing her.

Like I said she was shy. She had only been kissed once before me. I, on the other hand, had spread my oats both far and wide. It took a month before I made it inside her bra, three months before she would touch my dick with her hand, and three weeks after that before I touched her perfect pussy.

We did not have sex until we were married.

Two years after our first date!

I had an unbelievable set of blue balls. I just have to say thank god for porn! On our wedding night we had the clumsiest sex of my life. I did not come and she bled all over our wedding bed. Not one for the memory book.

As time went on we got better. After several months of missionary I introduced a new position, she was hesitant at first but soon learned to enjoy being on top. Getting her to blow me was a chore. She never let me cum in her mouth.

Good thing I loved her so much. In every other way she was perfect. She was a wonderful cook and fastidiously clean. She loved the same movies I did. Laughed at my jokes. And loved me completely. I never even contemplated cheating on her. But I did buy more porn.

I became somewhat of a regular at the local adult video store. I even befriended one of the clerks. He was a large black guy name of Roscoe. He was far more articulate and educated then I would have expected for a guy working in that business. He was an easy guy to talk to and I often found myself laughing out loud at the stories he told of some of the odder patrons. He also titillated me with stories of some of the women that occasionally showed up.
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Replaying Debts

I stopped by my brother Will’s apartment to return some money that he’d lent me. On my way there I ran into one of his roommates, David I think, on his way out with a group of people. He said that Will was at work right now, but I could either wait in the apartment or just leave the money. I wanted to be sure that the money made it into Will’s hands, so I opted to wait. David said that Paul would let me in and hurried off with his friends.

I rang the doorbell and Paul let me in. I had to make a conscious effort to keep my jaw from dropping at the sight of Paul. He had obviously been working out because he was dressed in a muscle shirt and shorts. His body glistened with sweat. I had had no idea that he was so well built. I had only met Paul a couple of time before and he was always in sweats.

I asked Paul, “Do you mind if I wait for Will to get home from work?”

“Not at all. I could use a break.”

“Don’t stop on my account. You don’t need to keep me company, I’m a big girl. Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin your workout.”

“I don’t mind. I was almost done anyway. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”

My eyes follow Paul out of the room. When he is out of sight I have to take a deep breath. I am starting to have a wonderful idea of how to kill time waiting for Will.

I take off my jacket and look down at my outfit. I am very glad that I was wearing the button-down shirt and tight jeans which showed off my legs nicely. I undid another button, revealing the tops of my breasts. I sat down on the couch and waited for Paul to return with my drink.

When he returned Paul was wearing his usual sweats again, much to my disappointment. I comforted myself with the thought that soon he would be wearing even less than what I had seen a few minutes ago. He handed me a beer and sat down on a chair across from me.

We start off with small talk. Polite ‘getting to know you better’ conversation. Before too long I bring up the ever important question, does he have a girlfriend…

“Not at the moment,” he replies in a disheartening tone. “My girlfriend dumped me a few weeks ago.”

‘Yes, I can play the sympathy card,’ I think to myself, but to him I say, “I’m sorry to hear that. It is her loss. She has obviously made a huge mistake. What girl wouldn’t want you?”
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