The Flu : A Pandemic Escape On A Sex Farm; Lusty European Immigrants Escape Global Plague on Wisconsin Farm By MVP6. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Ustin, a Russian boy, met a French girl named Manon, while on holiday in Prague; and fell in love at first sight.  Usty loved Manon’s impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams. Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks. They were back in Shuvalovka (on the Baltic Sea coast) by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning. That was the day a letter arrived from Manon’s uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French English phrase book. Ustin sold his ‘64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets, which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning. Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class, but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their, as yet, unconsummated marriage. Alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together. Their plan being to first establish financial security, and only then to have children. When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they wouldn’t have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm - let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon. She had no cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride. But she was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right words for “deflowering.” By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using his recently purchased English Russian phrasebook, what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat. He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace, but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy, he imagined that 'weeding the cat’ meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible. He had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, Wisconsin to then 'graze the watercress,’ which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risqué words at all had been in his phrasebook, or if either of them owned a Russian French phrasebook. More bluntly, He believed he was asked to “go down on her”. Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, and never let go until he carried her across the threshold. True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand, pulled him up. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on, though Ustin would not know that for quite a while, and at the moment, he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse - trying to retrieve some condoms. Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each other’s bodies and each other’s desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked. Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they co

Pokee’ RachelOur first date is full of missed cues. By rtyuuioyuih1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“I actually don’t have a gag reflex! Oh, geez, that’s not what- I didn’t mean to say that. I just- ugh, why am I so marshmallow mouthed around you!?” From the first moment I saw her, I had a major crush. She worked in the mail room on campus. She just had the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I wasn’t alone in my crush though. Basically everyone on campus was in love with her. Her name was Rachel and a few said she looked vaguely like Rachel McAdams. I later learned she had made herself look more like McAdams on purpose. Starting in high school, a few people told her about her doppelganger and she was flattered by it, so she started doing her hair the same way and wearing the same bright red lipstick. Unfortunately (in her eyes and no one else’s), her body developed to be much bustier than McAdams’s.  She lamented the distinction from her doppelganger and she resented the type of attention she got for it. Nonetheless, she loved to dress up. By the time we met in our freshmen year of college, she had grown into a flirty, friendly, confident young woman. I, on the other hand, was not flirty or confident (but I did consider myself friendly). I’d periodically go to pick up my packages, and she’d always smile at me coquettishly. I felt like she liked me, but I told myself that she smiled at everyone while she was at work. I wasn’t anything special. Until the day that I was. Visiting the mail room was my favorite part of the week. I started ordering things online just to have an excuse to see Rachel. I couldn’t decide which I liked better: watching her ass swing as she headed to the package storage room, or watching her tits jiggle as she walked back. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I’m sure she caught me staring. She was especially cute as she tried to handle a package that was large or awkwardly shaped. “Oh, awesome! I’ve been waiting for this package!” I shared with Rachel. “Oh yeah? What is it?” She asked politely. Her hair was styled like Rachel McAdams had it in the Notebook. “It’s this month’s.. ” I started excitedly, but then caught myself. “Uh, it’s nothing. Nerd stuff.” “I like nerd stuff! Do you cosplay?” I wasn’t sure I believed her. Busty babes weren’t usually into nerd stuff. They usually teased me about my nerd stuff. Rachel could see my hesitation and was eager to prove herself. “I do! What, just because I’m a girl, I can’t like Star Wars? Just because I wear cute sundresses means I can’t like cosplay? Just because my tits are 30G means I can’t wear a Pokemon underwear set?” She stopped suddenly and blushed. I don’t think she meant to make such a candid admission. I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t help but glance down at her impressive cleavage popping out of her sundress and wonder what a Pokemon bra would look like. When I looked back up, Rachel was tracking my pupils and it was my turn to blush at getting caught checking her out. “Uh, ok, fair enough. The package is from one of those monthly subscription sites. This month is supposed to be Japanese-themed. There’s supposed to be a bunch of anime collectibles, DVDs, and t-shirts.” “Oh, cool! Can I see?” Rachel asked as she leaned forward onto her elbows on the counter. It was difficult to not get caught staring at her cleavage again when she put it right in my eyeline, next to the box. “Um, sure.” I started fiddling with my keys, preparing to punch the tape open with one. “Wait!” Rachel stopped me. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you bring the box to my apartment later? We can open it together, and I can show you how much I like nerd stuff…” Rachel blushed, “…and nerds. Can you wait that long to open it?” I couldn’t believe my ears. The hottest girl in my college life wanted me to come over to her apartment? Did she just ask me on a date? “Su- sure.” I stammered. “Uh, what time?” “8:00?” she suggested. “I’ll order Japanese take out and we can wa

Desiree: Senior Year. Finally connecting with a high-school friend. by outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Desiree should have been born in the 60’s. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90’s were comfortable with–in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. Full breasts and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter. We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn’t been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders. That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns. She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn’t a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie. It wasn’t until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house–that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather. When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing–her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well–some of our friends didn’t get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well. Because of my mother’s job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me. When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out o

A Camping Trip Kitty and Anthony go to the great outdoors. by AsianKittySub. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had already packed my bags and put them in the car along with the other gear and supplies. I was beyond excited to get out into nature for awhile and disconnect from all the stress of the real world. Plus Anthony was coming with. He and I first crossed paths in a very unique situation, and had gone on a few dates after. I told him I would pick him up at 2 in the afternoon and when I arrived he was already outside with all of his stuff. He was so pumped he was like a kid on Christmas. We loaded his gear into my car and took off. The drive to the park was about 30 minutes. Despite it being located in the middle of a suburban city, the park was large enough where it felt like you were out in the middle of nowhere. It had plenty of trails and fishing spots. We arrived in no time and we pulled into the parking lot. I reserved a remote camp site next to the lake, so we had to hike in a few miles with all our gear. We loaded up our packs took off. The trail was not too difficult and we only passed one person. We both took a day off in the middle of the week because the park and campgrounds weren’t very busy until the weekend. We arrived and surveyed the site to determine where to pitch the tent, so we dropped the gear and looked around a little. Anthony grabbed my hand and led me towards the lake. I told him I would really like to set up camp and gather fire wood, but he was having none of it. We walked down a narrow path and came upon an outcrop overlooking the water. He sat down on the rocks and signaled for me to do the same. I plopped next to him and he put his arm around me. We sat there in silence taking in the beauty surrounding us. I leaned my head on his shoulder and reached down for a quick grope. To my surprise (and delight) I found his cock already hard as steel. I grinned and murmured a bit. He let out a sigh and spread his legs to give me better access. I spun to my knees and frantically pulled at his pants to get them off. He could see I was getting frustrated and chuckled a little while he opened his fly. My hand was pulling out that gorgeous cock as fast as it could and I took him all the way down my throat without warning. His knees went up and his feet came off the ground. He laid back on the rocks and arched his back as I took him in my mouth while I stroked him. It had only been about a minute when I could tell he would cum soon. I pulled my mouth away but continued to jack him. “Baby are you gonna cum for me? Please I need you to cum.” He responded by thrusting his hips upwards to fuck my hand. I stopped stroking and looked him in the eye. “I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell when you’re going to cum.” “Oh baby, I’m gonna explode just for you. Please suck me in your mouth. I need you.” With that I again took his length all the way down my throat. He began to cum immediately and his hands flew to my head while he groaned and pumped his hot seed in my mouth. I was getting better at taking more of it, but still couldn’t manage to swallow all of it. He was panting for air but he was reaching for my belt to try to put a hand down my pants. “Ah! as much as I’m sure I’d love whatever it is you want to do to me, I really would like to get our camp set up please. Can we come back to this soon?” Anthony looked disappointed but he nodded and helped me up. We went back to our site and set up the tent and sleeping bags. We then gathered firewood and tinder. It was still light out so I asked if he’d like to go fishing. He grabbed the poles and tackle box and we went back to the lake. We found a decent spot along the shore. I love fishing and couldn’t get my line in the water fast enough. He had other ideas and went to put his hand down my pants. “Sweetie if you keep that up we might not have dinner tonight.” “I don’t care Kitty. I just want you.” “Well at least let me fish for a little while? I sa

The White Room;   Two strangers awake, naked & trapped in a strange room. by Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I awoke to a whiteness so blinding that it took several moments before I could do anything but squint. My eyes eventually adjusted to the pain enough to open fully, but the brightness never dimmed. I was lying prone, looking up at what should have been a ceiling, or the sky, or something, anything. Instead, all I could see was an unbroken field of white. Was I awake? Maybe I was dead. I felt disembodied, and there were several failed attempts by my brain to send signals to my limbs before I could finally recognize the existence of them. Ok, so I’m not dead. I’m still in my body. And I don’t think I’m dreaming. But that doesn’t mean anything. You always think a dream is real until you wake up. I tried to sit up and couldn’t. Pins and needles crept throughout my body. Slowly, my nerve endings came back to life, once more providing sensations. I managed to move my head with some effort. The whiteness where a ceiling or sky should have been seemed to continue on forever. There were no curves, no edges, no corners that I could see. There was not a single crack or flaw to provide any sense of depth or scale. It was so unnerving it made me nauseous. My head swam with dizziness, and suddenly the blinding white went black as I slipped into unconsciousness. I have no idea how long I was out. When I awoke, I felt more in my body, more solid and whole, no longer floating in nothingness. But when I opened my eyes, I saw the same endless white space. Feeling less dizzy, I tried to move. I was lying on some kind of flat platform, like a bunk or a shelf. It was just as white as the ceiling, but, as my eyes focused, I could make out its edges. I cautiously lifted myself into a sitting position, easing my legs over the edge of the platform, not even sure there would be a floor until my feet touched it. It was as white as everything else. I couldn’t see where the floor met a wall, or a wall made way to a ceiling. It was utterly disorienting, and I again felt my head spin. I put my head between my knees and took several deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. When the spell had passed, I sat up and again tried to comprehend my surroundings. I was in a physical space, that much I could decipher. I could feel a floor under my feet, and the platform I was sitting on. Putting out a tentative hand, it made contact with a wall behind me that my platform connected to. The seam where the platform met the wall was the only thing that gave me any sense of solidity. My eyes slowly traced the seam to where it ended in a rounded corner. Looking down, I could see my feet, and could feel a solid surface beneath them. But my mind still couldn’t grasp that there was a floor, and I could not see where the floor ended and the wall behind me began. I tried to stand up and felt yet another wave of nausea. As solid as the floor felt, my mind refused to acknowledge its existence. I sat back down on the only surface I trusted to exist, the platform. It was only then that I realized I was completely naked. “Where…the hell…am I?” My voice was a shaky rasp. That’s when the screaming started. I was so startled by the high pitched screams that I instinctively covered my ears and closed my eyes. It took me several moments to realize they were not my own. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to find a young woman lying prone directly across from me. She appeared to be floating magically, then my eyes made out the shape of a platform under her, exactly like the one I’d woken up on. Had she been there earlier? Had she just appeared? I had no answer. But she was there now, solid and whole, a physical thing my mind could focus on and help ground me to reality. She was as naked as I was. “Hey! Hey!” I tried to speak, to get her attention, to calm her cries despite my own sense of panic. Suddenly her shrieks ended. She, as did I upon waking to this madness,

Reconciling Again Trent begs me not to leave. By Stretched and filled. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Trent was everywhere, he knew everyone. Or at least that’s how it felt. He was an important person, an accomplished man. I never felt like he was with anyone else, I felt like the only one. He didn’t know he wasn’t my only one. I didn’t like my lies, but I he hadn’t claimed me so I did my own thing. He had a distrust about him, and I felt like he was watching me sometimes. My social media was all very private, I never gave much away. I carefully muted my notifications if I would see him. One day I had a work Christmas Party, I worked in a large organisation and he knew the organisation well, as did many. The work Christmas party was held at a place I knew Trent was very familiar with. I hated that as we had recently argued and decided to end things. That wasn’t uncommon, together we were completely unstable. Outside of that, we were accomplished and respected… Him perhaps more so than me. Nonetheless I was accomplished too, though thankfully I wasn’t in the public eye but those who would know where I worked immediately understood my accomplishments. The status of the organisation in itself was enough. I considered not attending however my work friend begged me to attend. My work friend is incredibly good looking, a very handsome man young man, although he is married and certainly just a friend. I’m close friends with his wife however I never told them about Trent. I had no excuse, so I caved and went to the work party. Some 1,000 people would have attended, I had hoped Trent didn’t know. We went to the party and I danced with my friend, we were completely drunk and having a great time. Just over an hour in, I remember my friend and I dancing, I held his hand and he spun me around, spinning I saw Trent walking past…you can’t hide a party that big. I didn’t assume what he was doing in the area, it wouldn’t have been odd for him to be around. He was looking down at his phone, he didn’t appear to be snooping for me. He put his phone in his pocket and looked up as I was spinning. We caught each other’s eye. I hadn’t spoken to him for two months. Part of me was glad that he would see me with my work friend dancing, just out of some sort of menial revenge. He frowned, he didn’t like what he saw, I absolutely relished in his jealousy. He walked up to the side of the venue and used his finger to indicate “come here”. I wanted to rub in the jealousy a bit more. I told my friend to wait. Walking up to the side, I smiled sarcastically and asked “how can I help? ”. Trent looked me in the eyes and said “You look lovely”. God he irritated me, the way he smooth talked me. I wanted to see his irritation, I was still angry at him. “What time does this thing end? ” he asked. “At the time that it ends Trent” I sarcastically responded. He smiled and took my hand. “Don’t be like that, I know I was wrong. Come with me, let’s talk” he pleaded. I protested “I can’t leave now, I have people waiting for me”. He looked over to my friend on the dance outside dance floor “I see that, he can wait… Come with me, I’ll bring you back…come on now”. I rolled my eyes, he’s was so demanding, but I couldn’t say no. I missed him and I was aggravated by him at the same time. But when I saw him and my heart was pounding. I finally agreed and walked over to my friend to say “Listen, I’m just going to catch up with a friend who walked past, I’ll text you when I get back”. I grabbed my bag and left. I walked with Trent, in the middle of the day. He took me by my waist and led me as we walked in silence. Trent brought me to a security room, it was strange. He took out a key, I looked at him confused “Did you get a new job or something?” I asked sarcastically and puzzled. He laughed “I have the master key to this venue, security aren’t here until 6pm, come”. He opened the door for me and I sat down in this small room with a few monitors that were on which filmed

Addiction Exchange Isla tries to give up smoking… and finds a new addiction. By DaxDante. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Part One - Resolution “Urgh! For fuck’s sake!” Jake dashed from the living room into the kitchen. Isla stood at the counter, gripping the countertop in her hands. Her head hung, long dark hair covering her face. He briefly focused on the roundness of her ass, bulging through her jeans. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned for his flatmate. “There’s not a single fag in the flat! I’ve looked through every cupboard, every drawer!” “Well, yeah,” replied Jake, relieved it wasn’t something more serious. “You threw them out. Or gave them to your mates.” “I know, but I thought I must have missed some! I’m never that thorough.” She turned to look at him, a pleading look on her face. “You don’t have any, do you?” Jake shook his head. “I haven’t smoked in years, you know that.” He stepped over to her, putting his hand on her slender arm. “I know it’s tough, but you can make it. It’s only been a week.” “I know! That’s what’s so fucking awful! I’ve barely made it through a week, how can I keep this up?” Isla had given up smoking for New Year’s. She’d managed to cut down from ten a day to five over the last few months and thought a New Year’s resolution was the perfect opportunity to give up for good. She hadn’t really believed just how tough it would be. “When I was giving up,” said Jake, “I was on nicotine gum for weeks. You should get some of that.” “No, that’s no good. It’s just giving up one hook for another.” “Well, you were looking for a smoke just now,” he pointed out. “That doesn’t count,” said Isla, convincing neither herself nor her flatmate. She’d idly picked up a pen off the counter and was flapping it about in her hand. Looking around, she absently put it in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue. Jake felt a brief surge of arousal at the sight. He and Isla had lived together for a couple of years now, matched up by a mutual friend when they both needed somewhere to live. They’d both had a few partners over that time, nothing ever lasting longer than a few months. Jake had developed a huge crush on Isla, and she knew it, but she never really minded. It was flattering, and aside from a little flirting, it never really came up. Certainly it never bothered her. Sometimes she heard Jake wanking in his room, the tell-tale slap and occasional grunt giving it away when he thought she wouldn’t hear. It turned her on just a little to imagine that maybe he was thinking of her when he did that. Isla was about average height, reasonably slim, with a decent pair of tits and, she didn’t mind admitting, a pretty fantastic butt. She thought she was quite pretty, and plenty of men had been into her over the years. Jake thought she was beautiful, with a stunningly gorgeous body, and he never missed an opportunity to check out her ass when she was turned away from him. For his part, Jake was fairly tall, averagely handsome, also dark-haired. He’d always wanted to be a little taller, a little more muscular, a little better looking. Isla thought he was pretty nice to look at, nothing to get in a twist about. Not that she hadn’t wondered about it from time to time. She caught him watching her as she rolled the pen around her lips. “What?” “You need something to take your mind of the craving,” he said. “Something to do with your hands and your mouth. If you’re not going to smoke or chew gum, or use vapes or anything else you could get addicted to, you’ll need something else.” “Don’t suggest food. I don’t want to get fat.” Getting fat would just make that ass bigger, thought Jake, but shook his head. “OK… what else could you use your mouth for…?” He chuckled as the obvious suggestion popped into his head. Isla got there a split second later. “Oh, don’t be disgusting!” she snapped, half-jokingly. “Well, it would be something to do with your mouth and your hands,” he noted, “and you did say you enjoyed it.” Ah, shit, sh

Microchips Chapter 1, Dale learns about the Adult side of technology. by Ghostwalker. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dale stood at the counter staring at the items on display. He had no idea exactly what had brought him into this store but here he was. When he left home earlier it was to try and find a birthday present for his mom, his step-mom actually. Natalie was only 6 years older than him. She’d been working as a model at his father’s clothing company when they met. She stood 5-foot 9-inches tall with brown hair and blue eyes, and though it was considered a unique combination, it was her figure that drew the most attention. Understandably, his father had fallen head-over-heels for the beauty. The big surprise came when the two of them announced they were getting married. His dad had been considered a ‘confirmed widower’ after his mother’s death, choosing instead to spend all his free time with Dale until Natalie came into their lives. Not that it really mattered much afterwards. The three of them quickly bonded and Dale was overjoyed to find that she liked almost everything that he and his father did, the one exception being scuba diving. “Why in the world do you want to go where you can’t breathe just to see a bunch of stupid fish,” she’d tease them continuously, “especially when some of those fish would like nothing better than eating you?” More prophetic words couldn’t have been spoken. His father left it up to him to decide what he wanted the family to do for his 18th birthday. Originally, he’d suggested kayaking on their favorite stretch of river but found that the area was closed due to low water. Then he suggested a backpacking trip only to have the plans canceled at the last moment due to a wild fire in the region. “I give up,” Dale had exclaimed. “Everything I come up with falls apart. How about you decide, dad?” “How about a day of diving? We haven’t gone down to the cove in months.” “What about Natalie?” “She can come along and get some sun. Afterwards, we can go to dinner at that little restaurant up the beach that you like.” “Sounds like a plan,” both Dale and Natalie had said, simultaneously. The day was warm and clear. Dale’s father checked the weather and found that there weren’t any storms in the area. What he didn’t check was if there were any storms father out to sea. The three of them drove to the beach and after checking and double-checking their dive gear, Dale and his father entered the water. At first everything had been clear and the visibility seemed endless but after an hour the visibility suddenly dropped. The water became gray and cloudy, filled with sand and kelp that was being washed in from further out. After signaling each other, they recognized the dangers and headed for the surface. Dale surfaced first and waited for his father … and waited … and waited. After 5 minutes he dove back down to the bottom where he’d last seen him. All that he found was his dad’s face mask laying on the bottom. He surfaced and waited again looking in every direction. It was then that he saw the dorsal fin further out to sea. “A Tiger Shark,” he thought to himself and he swam to shore. The moment he got there, he called Emergency Services and the local Beach Patrol. They arrived within minutes and spent the rest of the day searching for his dad. It wasn’t until two days later that a fisherman found a piece of his dad’s dive suit with skin still inside. The officials confirmed what they had all been thinking. The shark had gotten his dad. One of the most important day of his life had suddenly become one of his worst. A small memorial service was held a few days later and then the squabbling and fighting about his dad’s company started. Late one evening, Natalie came looking for Dale and found him in his father’s study. “Dale. Do you have a few minutes?” “Sure. What’s up?” “Well, as you may know, several of the investors in your dad’s company want to sell it while several others want to keep it BUT on

Open Mic Night: Chapter 1, David auditions with young slut to win a bigger prize. By nectarines_are_peachy.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The crowd was howling with laughter. I stood there, mic in one hand, beer bottle in the other and examined them. I had the biggest of grins on my face. I couldn’t see much with the lights in my eyes and the audience in darkness but their laughter, bending double and slamming tables told me all I needed to know. I had used up all my good material so I decided I would just duck out. Always leave them wanting more, you know? “My name is David Andies and you guys have been a wonderful fucking audience!” I shouted into the mic as I reset it in the stand. I stepped off stage and the crowd burst in to applause and whistling. Mandy, the MC, was standing just off stage. She looked at me, her mouth wide open. “Honestly dude, I did not expect you to be so fucking funny!” she said. She was just staring at me, not blinking. I hadn’t been to many open mic nights but none of them had gone like this. I could feel the adrenaline just fucking pumping through me. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. I needed a piss, badly. “Don’t you go on to introduce the next act?” I asked, trying desperately to hold in my piss and not check Mandy out at the same time. She was my age, mid 30s, and had a great figure. Huge ass, lovely big boobs and curly black shoulder length hair. She was a good bit shorter than my 6 foot 2 so I had a lovely view of her cleavage. The things I’d do to her! The beer was definitely having an affect on me. “Nah, dude. I don’t think anyone can follow that for a while. I’ll just say there’s an intermission,” she winked at me before bouncing back out on to the stage. As I headed for the toilet I heard Mandy praise the shit out of me and announce a 30 minute hiatus on the comedy for people to get drinks, go for a smoke or whatever. She was letting some of the energy out of the room to give the next guy a bit of a chance. Standing at the urinal with my cock out a bunch of college aged guys came in. They looked like Frat boys with their hats turned backwards. They recognized me and started hanging around me, telling me how funny I was, what a good set it was etc. I didn’t want to seem impolite, but I did have my cock out and was trying to piss. “Hey guys, thanks for the compliments but how about I buy you some beers when we’re all back at the bar? I am trying to take a leak here!” I suggested. They took the hint and agreed. Though not before one of the guys looked down to see my dick. “Holy shit dude, what do you feed that thing?!” That made them all look. Now, instead of my comedy, they were fascinated by my cock. I’ve zero issues with how anyone wants to live their life or wherever they wanna stick their whatever but I’m straight. I love big tits and big asses and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Plus, my cock has gotten this reaction before, though usually from women. “Thanks guys, I grew it myself,” I said stuffing it back in my pants and trying to laugh the attention off. “See you back at the bar, yeah?” I pushed past them to wash my hands and leave. “Hey buddy, do you want a bump?” One of the frat boys offered as I was leaving. “Not tonight, thanks! Maybe next time!” Back at the bar, I was ordering another beer when Mandy tapped me on the shoulder. I looked around but she was looking past me. She nodded at the bartender and two beers appeared in front of us. I tried to pay but Mandy said they were on her. I offered my bottle for a clink. “Cheers,” I said. She reciprocated and took a swig. She never broke eye contact. Badass. I looked around the joint, it was small but kinda classy. Ok, less classy and more dingy, but not entirely dingy! The walls were black with red waves painted on them and the ubiquitous photos of famous stand-ups who had passed through these hallowed gallows. The beer, my desire for Mandy and my heart-rate was inhibiting my game. “So, you been doi

Crazy post-COVID Weekend - Tuesday Afternoon.Nikki surprises Eric for lattes while talking to her husband. By Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Eric’s day was flowing well, meeting after meeting running smoothly, everyone accomplishing what they were assigned, people collaborating as needed to resolve issues, and share information. He had raised his desk into a standing position for his end of day management update. It was approaching 4:30. His doorbell rang. “Hang on. I have a delivery. Be right back. I will keep listening.” As was the office practice he turned off his camera and muted his microphone when he left his desk to answer the door. Eric couldn’t recall what delivery he should be expecting. He opened the door. “Feel like a late day latte? I do.” Nikki said walking past Eric into his house. “Uh. I’m on a meeting, that uh, includes your husband.” “That’s okay. I can occupy myself while I wait. Oo. Perfect. A stand-up desk. Better get back on your meeting, don’t you think?” “We have our cameras on, so…” “No worries. I will hide,” Nikki said sitting on the floor beside Eric’s desk. Eric turned on his mic and camera. “You’re back. Anything exciting?” Zach asked. “Not really. Just some groceries.” “You’re still getting your groceries delivered? We’ve gone back to shopping in person. Nikki is out getting ours right now. Anything special in your groceries?” ‘Is she now?’ Eric thought before responding, “Just the usual stuff. Special? Just some coffee I found that I really enjoy.” Nikki raised her coffee cup in a toast, smiled and crawled away. “Can’t beat good coffee. Let’s get back to this sales opportunity,” Zach said pushing the meeting along. Nikki returned carrying Eric’s olive oil. She crawled under Eric’s desk managing to stay off camera. Eric’s cock was already hard, knowing what the olive oil meant. Eric felt Nikki’s hands undoing his belt. His pants fell to the floor, his underwear wasn’t far behind. “Mm. Hello my friend.” Nikki said wasting no time wrapping her lips around his cock. “Did you say something, Eric?” someone on the call asked. “Me? No. Just enjoying my coffee.” Eric felt Nikki chuckle around her cock filled mouth. Fuck. How am I here again? Standing here getting a blowjob from my boss’s wife while in a meeting with him? Fuck, she’s good. Nikki was having fun, slowly sucking Eric’s dick. Playing with his balls, licking them, sucking them. She sipped some coffee, adding Eric’s cock to the mix. 'Mm. Penis latte. My new fave.’ “Mm” Eric moaned when the added warmth in Nikki’s mouth surrounded his cock. “What’s that Eric?” Zach asked. “Oh nothing, Zach. Just me considering things. Nothing to add. Hm.” Nikki bit down a little on Eric’s penis when she heard her husband’s name; just to make Eric make some sort of noise. Nikki held Eric’s dick in her mouth while she wiggled out of her jeans. Nikki was horny and wet. She felt her panties sticking to her cunt when she worked at pulling them down. Eric groaned when he felt Nikki’s mouth leave his erection. He leaned back a little to see what Nikki was doing under his desk. Somehow she had managed to fold herself in half and was reaching through her legs trying to grab Eric’s cock. Eric stepped forward, hardly believing what was about to happen. Just in time, he muted his microphone. “Oh fuck.” Nikki said when Eric’s cock pierced her. “Shush.” Eric reprimanded her outburst “Everything okay Eric? You seem to be wobbling a bit.” Eric unmuted. “Fine. I’m fine. Must be my new wobble board.” “Humph.” Nikki blurted out trying to suppress her laugh while rocking her cunt on Eric’s dick. Eric put one hand under his desk to assist Nikki’s rocking. He coated his fingers in some of the lube smearing around their joined genitals. He felt around under his desk, spreading Nikki’s honey over her anus, without taking his eyes off his screen. A little push, a finger went into her ass. “Fucker.” Nikki muttered barely loud enough to register on Eirc’s mic. “What?