SERENDIPITY.She meets her prince charming by accident. by Bakeboss. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was late and in a rush add that to the slick streets from the first rain of the season and if you mix in a little of not paying attention you then have the perfect recipe for an accident. As you can see, I had no one to blame for sitting here in a ditch waiting for a tow instead of being on the blind date where I was supposed to be. I called Devon, or was it Kevin but only got voice mail; I left a message stating my problem and an apology for standing him up. It’s funny but I remember thinking for the first time since this was set up that I hope he was a loser so I hadn’t blown my chance for meeting my ‘Prince Charming’. Triple A said that due to the rain, they were extremely busy but they’d get to me as soon as possible. I sat in the car mad at myself for doing yet again something stupid and as I watched the rain slide down my windshield, I felt my tears slide down my cheeks. Who was I kidding Melvin or was it Ivan, was not going to be my prince, princes don’t go on blind dates they have girls falling all over themselves to date them. No, maybe I was better off missing this set up no matter what my friend Grace said about him, he was probably a loser anyway. I kept asking myself what I was doing wrong why couldn’t I met Mister Right; I just knew he was out there but I simply couldn’t find him. It wasn’t that he had to be Brad Pitt it was just I didn’t want Kramer, surely between those two types there had to be someone for me. To pass time as I waited I once again made a list of the pro and cons of me, Julie Harris, at least this time I kept the list just in my head. OK, well I know I’m no Angelina Jolie but I no Maya Rudolph either. Brown hair with brown eyes, kind of mousey but not bad. Thirty-three, at least I’m not some twenty-year-old bimbo and yet I’m still young enough to be called a girl. Yeah I could lose a few pounds but I am not fat no matter what my anorexic sister says. If I was a person who budgeted their time and paid attention to what they were doing I guess I wouldn’t be in this ditch would I. This was doing me no good at all as I am incapable of making an honest opinion of myself and then I was saved of this epiphany by the flashing lights of the tow. I rolled down my window as he approached and he knelt down to talk to me. Hatless in the rain meant his blonde hair was matted to his head and water running down his face. I stared into cerulean blue eyes that were bright and concerned. “Are you all right miss, do you need me to call medical help?” I was mesmerized and could only manage a shake of my head. He told me I could sit in his truck while he fished my car from the ditch. When I got out of my car, I tripped on something, which broke my heel sending me falling into his arms. He caught me, and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, then carried me to his big white truck. I put my arms around him and held on for dear life, not that I was afraid he would drop me, no I just didn’t want him to put me down. I sat waiting as he hooked my vehicle to his tow bar and I noticed how clean and organized it was. I then noticed the plastic horses head attached to the hood as an ornament, that’s funny he arrives to save me in a big white horse. He opened the door and then standing half in the cab took off his raincoat and tucked it behind the seat. I got my first good look at him illuminated by his interior lights my first thought was behemoth, or maybe that was my second thought as my first was 'oh my god’. This man had to be close to Three hundred pounds and yes he was fat but he also had a lot of muscle. I would have to ask him if he was football player and then I realized I haven’t said one word yet. I open my mouth to speak but he beat me to it, “I’m sorry miss but your car is not drivable, do you have a preference as to where you want it towed?” I merely shook my head no, as I screamed to myself 'speak you

Homemaker Games: Simple chore leads to fun. by cinfullyscrumptious. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. How did we let the laundry pile up like this? Ugh, we so need a cleaning lady. Filling the laundry basket, I haul it over to the laundry room. Leaning over the basket, I’m filling the washing machine when Victor comes up behind me rubbing what feels like a very hard cock into my ass. “What are you doing sweetie?” he asks. I can’t help myself and offer this smartass response “If you look really closely I think you can figure it out.” I quickly get a swat across my ass for my saucy attitude. I try to stand up but Victor has his hand on my back keeping me bent over, my ass against his cock.  Taking the hint I continue to fill the washer as Victor grinds into me. He tells me that he’ll waiting for me in the bedroom when I’m done, then he slaps my ass once again and leaves. Smirking, I think, “Oh he wants to play does he…” Walking into the bedroom I find Victor sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, his legs laying straight out in front him and his cock sticking through the slit in his Budweiser pj bottoms. I lean against the door jam crossing my arms and we stare into each other’s eyes for a few minutes both of us with smirks on our faces. I slowly remove my clothes as I saunter towards him. Naked I crawl onto the bed on all fours towards him. I smile and lick my lips when I notice his cock twitch. My tongue darts out and quickly licks the tip. A low moan escapes his lips. Victor’s eyes are dark with lust and it’s making my pussy cream. I’m still feeling a little saucy so I slowly and deliberately lick his cock from the base to the tip. Victor reaches out his hands and I know what he’s trying to do so I move my head out of his grasp. His eyes get dangerously dark then I hear that sexy growl that he knows drives me wild. I’m not ready to give up my little game yet so I jump off the bed and run from the room giggling. I think he’s surprised at my actions so it takes him a minute or two to react. Running through the halls I slam doors along the way hoping that it will distract him. I run into the laundry room hoping the noise from the washing machine will cover any noise I might make. I listen as he opens several doors along the way, checking each closet and room and calling out to me. I can’t help but giggle a little. I quickly cover my mouth hoping he didn’t hear that. I silently listen, not hearing anything I lean closer to the door concentrating on trying to determine where Victor is within the house. I scream and practically jump out of my skin as two hands come up behind me grabbing my tits hard pushing me up against the door in front of me then I hear Victor whisper “that giggle gets you into trouble every time”. I laugh out loud at that comment but Victor is no longer playing, I think I’ve pushed my luck a little too far this time. Using his leg he pushes mine further apart and I think regretfully “I probably should have grabbed some clothes to put on”. Victor’s arms are holding mine tightly, his body firmly bracing mine against the wall. I can’t take the silence anymore and begin to ask him what he’s going to do when I suddenly feel at least 3 fingers being rammed into my pussy. Moaning loudly Victor’s fingers piston in and out of me. I feel my orgasm building, my breathing increases and just as he’s about to take me over the edge the fingers disappear. Confused I turn my head to look at him and he’s looking at me with a huge grin as he slowly sucks each one of the fingers that had just been in my pussy. As the last finger leaves his mouth he says, “two can play that game”. He pinches both of nipples causing me to moan then chuckles as he turns and walks away. My breath is still ragged as I take a moment to compose myself. I reach down to my pussy running my finger through my lips and dipping it inside, I am so fucking wet. Like a heat seeking missile I practically stomp to the bedroom determin

The Glow-Up Hookup:Two high school grads hook up after a year apart. by SaaSySalesGirlxxx.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Hi, I’m Jenn. Bob and Sheila lived next door to my parents and me. They were all great social friends, constantly inviting them over for beer and wine and a soak in the hot tub. They didn’t know I knew, but I once nearly walked in on them in the middle of a full partner swap after ditching my senior homecoming date early. I was taking a gap year post-high school graduation, honestly unsure of what to do with the rest of my life. Between shifts at the sports bar, I’d often pick up odds and ends gigs around the neighborhood like babysitting or house sitting. Bob and Sheila asked me to house sit for a long 3-day weekend while they and my parents slipped away for a “golf outing and wine tasting getaway” up North, where undoubtedly they’d make a side quest to the White Lotus Hot Springs swingers resort. I was more than happy to watch TV and dog sit for the weekend for a few hundred bucks. “Jason may pop in from college” Sheila called as they were leaving, both couples piling into my Dad’s silver Suburban. “I left some cash in the kitchen drawer in case you guys want to go out for a movie or something.” Jason and I were roughly the same age, classmates in several classes in high school including computer science and AP US History. He was once put on suspension after being caught peeping into the girl’s locker room and again after hacking the 12th-grade Biology teacher’s email to send a staff-wide message about how the earth was flat. I last saw Jason before he left for college. He was slightly overweight with hair long enough to pull into a small ponytail. He wore a steady rotation of Anime shirts and spent time gambling money on options and cryptocurrency. He had a reputation for being an awkward duck subsisting on a diet of Doritos and microwave pizza, with a complexion that reflected these substandard choices. Last summer my girlfriends and I ran into him at Tina McCory’s party. Despite not being particularly popular or outstandingly attractive, he found ways to make himself indispensable at parties by procuring copious amounts of beer and booze through his “connections.” Random older women who often drove him around town. He often used the cash he made to solicit blowjobs and other favors from some of our classmates. As far as I knew, no one ever obliged. However, we did occasionally spend some time together socially. After all, he wasn’t a complete creep. As kids of the notorious swinger couples on the cul-de-sac, it made sense for us to escape these hot tub hook-up nights by going to a movie or party. I got to know him a bit better in those instances. We had similar interests in action movies, geeky sci-fi literature, and a shared celebrity crush on Margot Robbie. Rex, Bob and Sheila’s 6-year-old Doberman, nuzzled my leg and shook his head towards the front door. I grabbed his leash, laced up my shoes and we took off for a quick afternoon walk. An hour later I returned to find Jason’s car in the driveway. A touch temperature check of the hood indicated he had just recently arrived. “Get over here Rex!” A familiar voice called from inside the house. I opened the door, dropped Rex’s leash, and he went flying to the arms of his master, tippy tapping along the laminate floor. I looked up, expecting to see the same nerdy guy but was pleasantly surprised to find he had been replaced by an absolute stud. Jason’s first year of college came with a glow-up. He was a few inches taller than I last remembered and a few pounds slimmer too. His hair no longer in an unruly ponytail, but shorter and styled like late 90s Leonardo DiCaprio. He was wearing an open white button-down, closefitting undershirt, and jeans that showed off his new muscular pecs and biceps. His nipples just peeking through that fruit of the loom. “Long time no see,” I said, reaching in for a hug and a reason to cop a feel. I teasingly smac

The Nubile Houseguest: Mark arrives home to pure pleasure. by Delaphine. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It had already gone midnight when Mark arrived home from the office. The flat was quiet as he stepped through the front door, stopping to hang his keys up diligently on a hook in the hallway. Growing up, his dad had taught him that everything had its correct place in a home and he carried that notion with him meticulously into adulthood, applying it with rigour to his own life. Tonight though, as he pulled his scarf from around his neck, his place felt perceptively off balance. He began registering with bemusement the little anomalies around his apartment. A cashmere coat tossed over the back of his dining chair, a photography magazine abandoned on his couch, a pair of slingback heels lined up casually next to his polished brogues - all scattered evidence that Mia had made it over tonight and was, with any hope, waiting for him in bed. After hanging up his coat, he placed his briefcase on the dining table and quietly made his way down the hallway, pushing open the door to the master bedroom. Inside, the street-light spilled through a small gap in the curtains, casting stark shadows across his bedsheets. Mark’s eyes traced the shapely figure wrapped inside them. Mia was sound asleep, no doubt facilitated by the empty wine glass on the side table. He lingered momentarily in the darkness. It seemed a shame to wake her, but the thought of making love to this young woman had hung about his mind throughout the day leaving him slightly agitated and completely aroused. With this thought rooted firmly in his mind, Mark began to unbutton his shirt slowly, slipping it off and letting it drop to the floor. Mia stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly into the centre of the mattress, causing the bedcovers to slide down her frame. A knowing smile played on Mark’s lips as he made out her milky breasts in the dim light, delighting in the way her pink nipples had puckered against the evening air. Mia Harper was blessedly naked in his bed and must have known, as she slipped between his sheets that evening, that there’d be little chance he’d ignore such blatant teasing. When he tugged at the ends of the blanket, edging it gently down her thighs, what had lewdly infiltrated his thoughts all evening finally came into view. Her pussy was exquisite - smooth and faintly glistening in the near darkness. Mark’s reaction was utterly primal. Obscene images of her masturbating quietly in his bed, waiting for his arrival, flooded his brain and took over his senses. He determined that sleeping in this bed would never feel the same again. Sinking his knee into the mattress, he reached out to cup her right breast, rubbing across her hard, nipple with the pad of his thumb. They were like little bullets. Before he consciously realised, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking at her turgid flesh, nipping her with his teeth. She was luscious and warm and thrillingly at his mercy. As he moved his attention from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue in feverish circles, he felt her hand move up and curl around back of his neck, pressing his face gently into her tits, relishing his attention with stuttered breath. “Mark, fuck.” With his mouth still on her, Mark undid his trousers, working them down his legs and off his feet, kicking them off somewhere at the end of the bed. He could feel the gentle thrum in his groin begin to swell and shifted next to her, purposely pressing his growing erection against her hip. He pulsed it gently against her, rubbing the wet tip of his cock wantonly across her heated skin, aware in some corner of his mind that it was a little perverse - like he was marking his territory. Mia didn’t seem to mind and slipped her hand around his length, languidly stroking him back and forth in encouragement. Knowing she was still rousing from deep sleep, he shifted his attention upwards, to her eyes, which were still half lidded

Training the Trophy by  Sustainer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Part 1, Finding the Ultimate Trophy Wife. No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs for this. Through luck and industry, I have become a wealthy man. This alone is infinitely attractive to women. No matter what they may claim or espouse, how much they assert their feminism or independence, a woman desires a wealthy man to provide for them and offer financial security. Other than my wealth, and my sexual appetite, I am an utterly unremarkable man. Some women, more than you may imagine, are willing to exchange their full sexual servitude in for financial security and social status. My wife is such a woman. I found her in a gentleman’s club. An upscale topless club where young women danced on stage in lingerie and revealing costumes, performing exotic dance routines for assembled clients while revealing their breasts and stripping to a G-string. Following their performance, the young girls would circulate among the patrons, making small talk and soliciting private lap dances in a more private setting in the back rooms of the club for large tips. This was the perfect resource to find what I was looking for. Firstly, it acted as a kind of living catalog. Without the absurd constraints and antiquated conventions of “dating”, I could quickly review a large number of potential trophy wives before beginning the indoctrination into my marriage and trophy wife training and optimization program. I am a businessman, and as such, I admire efficiency and a well-run process. In advance of my trophy wife assessment and selection I consulted with a friend who is a marriage counselor and a behavioral psychologist. He holds a Ph.D. in training psychology. After describing my objectives to him in obtaining the ideal trophy wife, he and I worked together closely under contract for months to create an optimal, scientifically configured, trophy wife selection, indoctrination and training program. This included an ongoing maintenance and administration routine for my eventual trophy wife. Once our perfect trophy wife curriculum was developed, I simply went to various upscale gentleman’s clubs to locate the very best trophy wife to my specific tastes and purposes. She must have brown hair and brown eyes. Round cheeks and a full face with a round nose. Preferably European in heritage. While her figure must fall within very specific parameters for hip measurement, leg length, buttocks shape, overall height and weight, her breast size and shape are not critical at intake since modern breast augmentation surgery means that any girl can have any breasts. Perfect breasts exactly to my liking would be an add-on at a specific phase of the acquisition and indoctrination process. In fact, consultation with the cosmetic surgeon who was already contracted to perform my prospective trophy wife’s optimization had given me specific guidelines to look for in shopping for the right candidate. It was best to start with a young girl, 18-20, who was a 32 or 34 B cup bra size. This would be the perfect platform for creating a large, firm, high-breasted girl who would be a tailor-made 32-34DD cup after upgrade. After her work was completed, she would have large, firm, high breasts with dark, upturned nipples atop big areolae that puffed out from her tits in a constant state of erection and apparent arousal. Her hips should be full, her buttocks round, firm and elevated, her waist trim and narrow, tapering down from her curvy, reproductive hips. Her legs should be m

Stranger By the Sea Sexual encounters on the beach lead to a revelation. by Pearce_R_Daly. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Cape Cod in late August is quite beautiful. The world has settled into summer, everything slows down, in the mind the knowledge of the coming end of the season is muted. One’s body adjusts to the temperatures and the sun’s bathing rays leave a feeling of being embraced by the season; wholesomely healthy. After a day’s play, the sun settles to a warm evening, a glass of wine, and perhaps a bit of nakedness…unless you are alone. I had not planned to visit the Cape by myself; however, life often takes turns we can’t predict, nor control. Julie and I had been together for two years, seemingly fine, then she told me she had become interested in someone else. As hard as that was to take, when I found out who it was I was devastated…my brother Rich. I probably should have noticed how they would joke, pull pranks together and just enjoy each other’s company. I had no idea this was going on or how long. Maybe it is true that the spouse is always the last to know. Since the house was already booked, I said; “fuck it”, and headed out for a few days of adventure. I brought enough to keep myself entertained, not looking to drown my sorrows in a bar. I was determined not to carry a banner for my own ‘pity committee’. In this area known for fun and sun, I had prepared myself for a quiet time of reading and self- reflection. I found a bit of calmness here and thought maybe I should explore. The smell and feel of the ocean air opens one’s other senses as nothing else can. One evening I headed up to the National Seashore to walk and found myself on a quiet, isolated piece of beach. No one was in sight of where I was…except a solitary women seated, silhouetted against the cresting sea. As I was nearing her, I notice her brown, flowing hair cascading to the mid of her naked back. I cleared my throat as a subtle notice of my presence, she turned and noticed me. I said hello and asked how she was this evening she smiled and responded that she was quite well. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, arms holding them. It was then that I realized she was totally naked. We exchanged, what was for me, a slightly uncomfortable conversation. She said her name was Terry and she was visiting friends and just needed to walk out here to clear her head. I told her my name was Vic. She smiled as she looked me up and down. As the conversation continued, she suggested that maybe, if I shed my clothing, we would feel more comfortable; on the same level so to speak. All that I could see of her was hot and as I tried to be non-nonchalant in removing my clothes, my cock springing from my boxers gave me away. Terry sprang to her feet, running to the water, telling me to catch her if I can. There was no way that I wasn’t going to catch her. And there was no way she was going let me not catch her. We both tumbled into the water, the cool feel of the Atlantic pulling the heat from extremities…but certainly not everywhere. Our lips met in a deep embrace, my cock hardening against her smooth, flat belly, her hard nipples pressed into my chest. My hands pressed down Terry’s back, caressing the smooth roundness of her ass checks, pulling her to me more. We didn’t know each other, but we both wanted this, needed this and were not about to let the opportunity escape. Terry clasped my hand, pulling me up the beach to a spot where her clothing and a blanket were piled. She pushed me onto my back and proceeded to take my aching cock into her mouth. Her tongue traced the head and then down and up my shaft, teasing the slit at the tip. She slid her lips over the head twisting and sucking while stroking below. I had to stop her before exploding in her mouth…her lips pulling from my dick with a pop. Now it was my turn to taste her, even after being in the water, her scent was intoxicating. I licked and kissed around her mounds, finally parting her l

Homemaker Games: Simple chore leads to fun. by cinfullyscrumptious. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. How did we let the laundry pile up like this? Ugh, we so need a cleaning lady. Filling the laundry basket, I haul it over to the laundry room. Leaning over the basket, I’m filling the washing machine when Victor comes up behind me rubbing what feels like a very hard cock into my ass. “What are you doing sweetie?” he asks. I can’t help myself and offer this smartass response “If you look really closely I think you can figure it out.” I quickly get a swat across my ass for my saucy attitude. I try to stand up but Victor has his hand on my back keeping me bent over, my ass against his cock.  Taking the hint I continue to fill the washer as Victor grinds into me. He tells me that he’ll waiting for me in the bedroom when I’m done, then he slaps my ass once again and leaves. Smirking, I think, “Oh he wants to play does he…” Walking into the bedroom I find Victor sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, his legs laying straight out in front him and his cock sticking through the slit in his Budweiser pj bottoms. I lean against the door jam crossing my arms and we stare into each other’s eyes for a few minutes both of us with smirks on our faces. I slowly remove my clothes as I saunter towards him. Naked I crawl onto the bed on all fours towards him. I smile and lick my lips when I notice his cock twitch. My tongue darts out and quickly licks the tip. A low moan escapes his lips. Victor’s eyes are dark with lust and it’s making my pussy cream. I’m still feeling a little saucy so I slowly and deliberately lick his cock from the base to the tip. Victor reaches out his hands and I know what he’s trying to do so I move my head out of his grasp. His eyes get dangerously dark then I hear that sexy growl that he knows drives me wild. I’m not ready to give up my little game yet so I jump off the bed and run from the room giggling. I think he’s surprised at my actions so it takes him a minute or two to react. Running through the halls I slam doors along the way hoping that it will distract him. I run into the laundry room hoping the noise from the washing machine will cover any noise I might make. I listen as he opens several doors along the way, checking each closet and room and calling out to me. I can’t help but giggle a little. I quickly cover my mouth hoping he didn’t hear that. I silently listen, not hearing anything I lean closer to the door concentrating on trying to determine where Victor is within the house. I scream and practically jump out of my skin as two hands come up behind me grabbing my tits hard pushing me up against the door in front of me then I hear Victor whisper “that giggle gets you into trouble every time”. I laugh out loud at that comment but Victor is no longer playing, I think I’ve pushed my luck a little too far this time. Using his leg he pushes mine further apart and I think regretfully “I probably should have grabbed some clothes to put on”. Victor’s arms are holding mine tightly, his body firmly bracing mine against the wall. I can’t take the silence anymore and begin to ask him what he’s going to do when I suddenly feel at least 3 fingers being rammed into my pussy. Moaning loudly Victor’s fingers piston in and out of me. I feel my orgasm building, my breathing increases and just as he’s about to take me over the edge the fingers disappear. Confused I turn my head to look at him and he’s looking at me with a huge grin as he slowly sucks each one of the fingers that had just been in my pussy. As the last finger leaves his mouth he says, “two can play that game”. He pinches both of nipples causing me to moan then chuckles as he turns and walks away. My breath is still ragged as I take a moment to compose myself. I reach down to my pussy running my finger through my lips and dipping it inside, I am so fucking wet. Like a heat seeking missile I practically stomp to the bedroom determined to get

The Nubile Houseguest: Mark arrives home to pure pleasure. by Delaphine. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It had already gone midnight when Mark arrived home from the office. The flat was quiet as he stepped through the front door, stopping to hang his keys up diligently on a hook in the hallway. Growing up, his dad had taught him that everything had its correct place in a home and he carried that notion with him meticulously into adulthood, applying it with rigour to his own life. Tonight though, as he pulled his scarf from around his neck, his place felt perceptively off balance. He began registering with bemusement the little anomalies around his apartment. A cashmere coat tossed over the back of his dining chair, a photography magazine abandoned on his couch, a pair of slingback heels lined up casually next to his polished brogues - all scattered evidence that Mia had made it over tonight and was, with any hope, waiting for him in bed. After hanging up his coat, he placed his briefcase on the dining table and quietly made his way down the hallway, pushing open the door to the master bedroom. Inside, the street-light spilled through a small gap in the curtains, casting stark shadows across his bedsheets. Mark’s eyes traced the shapely figure wrapped inside them. Mia was sound asleep, no doubt facilitated by the empty wine glass on the side table. He lingered momentarily in the darkness. It seemed a shame to wake her, but the thought of making love to this young woman had hung about his mind throughout the day leaving him slightly agitated and completely aroused. With this thought rooted firmly in his mind, Mark began to unbutton his shirt slowly, slipping it off and letting it drop to the floor. Mia stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly into the centre of the mattress, causing the bedcovers to slide down her frame. A knowing smile played on Mark’s lips as he made out her milky breasts in the dim light, delighting in the way her pink nipples had puckered against the evening air. Mia Harper was blessedly naked in his bed and must have known, as she slipped between his sheets that evening, that there’d be little chance he’d ignore such blatant teasing. When he tugged at the ends of the blanket, edging it gently down her thighs, what had lewdly infiltrated his thoughts all evening finally came into view. Her pussy was exquisite - smooth and faintly glistening in the near darkness. Mark’s reaction was utterly primal. Obscene images of her masturbating quietly in his bed, waiting for his arrival, flooded his brain and took over his senses. He determined that sleeping in this bed would never feel the same again. Sinking his knee into the mattress, he reached out to cup her right breast, rubbing across her hard, nipple with the pad of his thumb. They were like little bullets. Before he consciously realised, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking at her turgid flesh, nipping her with his teeth. She was luscious and warm and thrillingly at his mercy. As he moved his attention from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue in feverish circles, he felt her hand move up and curl around back of his neck, pressing his face gently into her tits, relishing his attention with stuttered breath. “Mark, fuck.” With his mouth still on her, Mark undid his trousers, working them down his legs and off his feet, kicking them off somewhere at the end of the bed. He could feel the gentle thrum in his groin begin to swell and shifted next to her, purposely pressing his growing erection against her hip. He pulsed it gently against her, rubbing the wet tip of his cock wantonly across her heated skin, aware in some corner of his mind that it was a little perverse - like he was marking his territory. Mia didn’t seem to mind and slipped her hand around his length, languidly stroking him back and forth in encouragement. Knowing she was still rousing from deep sleep, he shifted his attention upwards, to her eyes, which were still half lidded

Roommate’s Boyfriend My roommate’s boyfriend takes care of my needs. by Ginger_Sun. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I had been on a single stint for a while. It had been over a year since having any sexual pleasure from a man. During that time, I watched my roommate have visits from her boyfriend on a weekly basis. One Saturday, my roommate and her boyfriend were out on a date. I was in the living room watching a movie when they got back in. They sat down and joined me. Seeing them on the couch flirting with each other, knowing they were going to get frisky later, in one sense made me jealous and in another turned me one a bit. My roommate excused herself to the bathroom. We kept watching the movie without talking. I glanced over to catch him staring at me chest. First, I was a bit annoyed, but then I looked down myself and saw my nipples poking through. I had not been wearing a bra sitting around and getting a bit turned on had made them hard. I blushed and looked back at him with a brief smile before turning away. My roommate then returned, taking him away to her room. On this evening, they were getting it on and got particularly loud. I turned down my TV volume so I could listen in as they each moaned in pleasure. This made me extraordinarily horny. After they finished, I turned the TV back up and eventually fell asleep on the couch. Later in the night I woke up, still horny with my pussy throbbing for attention. I went into my own room and pulled my bullet vibe out of my drawer and started rubbing it around on my lips. I could not help but start to moan a bit myself as juice started to run down my leg. I heard the hallway bathroom door open and quickly went quiet and rushed to turn off the vibrator, hoping my roommate had not heard me. The footsteps were gone and I thought she had made it back to bed. But then I heard my bedroom doorknob start to turn. Her boyfriend peaked in. I blushed even though he could not see me in the dark. But then he asked, “Can I help you with that?” He must have heard the vibrator! I was so horny, all I could do was nod my head yes. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to my bed. He picked up my vibrator, turn it on, and pushed it up inside me. “Yeah, you are wet. Let me take care of that.” With the vibrator up inside me, he stroked his fingers on the outside of my night shirt. My nipples became rock solid. Then he began to message my breasts. I started to moan a bit again, but he put his finger over my lip reminding me we needed to be quiet. The secrecy of getting it on with my roommates boyfriend along with the stimulation of the vibrator inside me was getting me very turned on. My pussy was begging for more. I put my hand on his crotch and could feel he was rock solid inside his pants. I began rubbing on the outside to tease him. He gave an approving smile and turned up the vibrator to show his appreciation. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It was much larger than I expected. My roommate had found a treasure toy for sure. I rubbed it in my hands imagining what it would feel like inside me. He then ran his hands down from my breasts along my stomach to my clit. It was very swollen. The vibrator inside me, my hand on his cock, and his fingers on my clit was almost more stimulation than I could take. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. My body started shivering. I did not even notice that he had removed the vibrator until I felt his tongue stroke my pussy. I had not been eaten out in a long time. My body quivered each time as he stroked up and down. I could feel the juices running down as he graciously licked them up. When I started to breath heavy, he let up and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt my legs spread and then he slid inside me. “That’s what I remember,” went through my mind. I felt him slowly thrust in and out. The angle had his penis pressing right on my g-spot. With each revolution, I could feel myself swelling slightly

Her After School StudA good teacher makes a bad decision to help a student pass. by kotochaos. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Chapter One: First Time Morgan Klein stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, when Chris dropped his pants. To say she was impressed would be an understatement. A smile crawled slowly onto her face as she took in his limp manhood-boyhood, really-and found him larger than her husband at her husband’s proudest moment. More impressive was the fact that Chris wasn’t even hard yet, though he swelled rapidly under her gaze, growing to an even more impressive size when finished. She could hardly believe it when she took him in hand and found that her fingers could not meet around him. This was Morgan’s third year teaching. She was a secondary English teacher and had, the year before, tutored Chris after school. Chris was a tall, brooding sort. He came from a broken home with a single mom in their struggling rural community. His mother did what she could, but she was uneducated herself and, between three jobs, hardly had time to help Chris at all. When he had moved on from eleventh grade, his mother had personally told Morgan’s principal that Morgan was her savior. Since then, Morgan has taken a vested interest in Chris’ development. Moving into twelfth grade when he should have been ready for graduation, Chris began struggling again. Morgan had been patient at first, but she saw her success quickly withering into failure. Desperate to make a turnaround, she had agreed to a deal which she never thought she would have agreed to before. In her desperation, she had agreed to give Chris an orgasm for a good grade, and Chris eagerly accepted. That was how he ended up fully erect in her face, his massive dick throbbing and leaking in her hand. Chris’ penis was nothing like any she had ever seen before. It was something out of a practical joke or a legend. Not only was he thick, but he was monstrously long, too, and his crown was shiny red and dribbling precum as he pulsed and throbbed in her palm. Clearly aroused, she was surprised that he hadn’t exploded all over her already. Despite her better judgement, she was flattered at his arousal. Chris stammered as Morgan stared down his shaft. She looked him in the eyes, and he looked away, blushing. “Y-you, Mrs. Klein, you don’t have to.” Morgan smiled. Staring down this length, she wondered how he could be brave enough to suggest it but frightened when it happened. His bravado drained the moment he gave her the paper, but she was glad to see that he hadn’t deflated at all once after his pants were opened. A lesser man might grow limp with anxiety, but Chris’ nerves only seemed to make him harder. “No, Chris, a promise is a promise,” she said, stroking him slowly. She met his gaze again, and her smile broadened as she saw his cheeks growing red. “You got the grade, so you’ll get your reward for it. I just wasn’t expecting, um, it to be such a LARGE task.” She moved her hand to his root and held him at the base so that she could appreciate his full length. Morgan was a small woman, with small hands, and Chris looked only more impressive by comparison. Despite his length and girth, his pubic hair was sparse and thin, possibly due to his age, she didn’t know. She felt silly to be in this situation at all, let alone contemplating the logistics of hair growth in teens. In her second year of teaching, she had been instructed to pick a student and make them her cause. Now, holding Chris hard in her hands, she feels even better about her choice. She held him in both hands and stroked him idly, gathering his precum and smearing it along his shaft. Not a virgin, Morgan has always been pretty and enjoyed male attention. She had never been with someone like Chris, though. Despite his youth, Chris was tall and fit. He still held the A in his hand, clutched tightly and slightly crumpled as she stroked him. He was embarrassed, but he was also throbbing and, measuring at least twelve