Steamy Stories Podcast

Fairmount School Sex Ed: Session 3 - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories The students at Fairmount experience their third lesson: Sex. All of the students proceeding into the classroom and began stripping off their clothes in excited anticipation of what today’s sex lesson would hold. Once all the students were completely naked and situated in their seats Mr. and Mrs. Winters came out to greet their students completely nude. “Now class I’m sure some of you are already anticipating this but today we will be talking about sexual intercourse, or what is commonly referred to simply as sex,” Mrs. Winters said to the class. “Now I’m sure most of you know this but sexual intercourse is when the man puts his penis inside the woman’s vagina,” Mr. Winters said to the class as his own penis had reached full erection from seeing his attractive young female students naked. “Now as I’m sure most of you know sexual intercourse is how a man gets a woman pregnant, but I know all the young ladies in this class are taking their birth control so we won’t have to worry about that,” Mrs. Winters commented to the class, “and let me tell you young ladies it a very good thing that you are on birth control because feeling a man’s penis ejaculating inside of you is an amazing experience.” “Another thing to note about sexual intercourse is there are a number of different positions you can have sex in,” said Mr. Winters. “We believe that it would be too difficult for just the two of us to show you all the different sexual positions so after the fantastic results of last class period we decided that we will pair all of you up so that you can show your classmates all the different positions,” Mrs. Winters told the class. This caused quite a bit of excitement amongst the students, as they were surprised and intrigued that they would get to have sex with their classmates so quickly. Mr. Winters addressed the class, “so what we will do now is pair each of you with a partner. Once we pair you with your partner we want the two of you to get together and start arousing each other. Once all of you are properly aroused for sex then we will let you know what position you and your partner are going to demonstrate for the class.” “Now let’s figure out what these partnerships are going to be,” Mrs. Winters said excitedly. “First lets have Bruce with Rebecca, then Bethany with Devon, Malcolm and Erika you two can partner together, let’s see we can have Alexis and Jackson together, William and Michelle can be a good partnership and that just leaves Elizabeth with Thomas. Well these all seem like good partnerships. Now get together with your partner and remember what we learned from our previous lessons and use those techniques to arouse your partner. Alright chop, chop go get together with your partner.” All the students got up from their desks and proceeded to meet up with the student they had been partnered with. Mr. and Mrs. Winters started to walk around the classroom to observe how their students were preparing for the next part of the lesson. Jackson was gently sucking on one of Alexis’s very long nipples while one of his hands was busy between her legs fingering her. Alexis for her part had her hand wrapped around Jackson’s erect cock and was slightly stroking it but seemed more occupied with what Jackson was doing to her. Bethany and Devon where intensely making out while Devon had one of his hands fondling Bethany’s huge breast while Bethany was busy using two hands to stroke Devon’s long, fat cock. Michelle had already taken William’s cock in her mouth and was giving him a relaxed blowjob while also having one of her hands in between her legs rubbing her clit to make sure she was prepared for William’s nice cock. Thomas seemed to have a similar idea to Michelle as he was in between Elizabeth’s legs licking away at her pussy while the short, busty student gently fondled her 34D breasts. Thomas also had one hand wrapped around his thick cock to make sure it

Tonight we’re presenting 5 of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.The Black Knight Before Christmas - by  The Mad Splatter ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair. My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip. When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked, away to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash. The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I’ve wanted all year, With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I’d found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name; “Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It’s time that you knew what you’ve always been missin’! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I’ll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!” His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there. When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match. The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry. Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!” It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp. I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!”And To All A Good Lay  - by  foehn ’Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You’d already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair. The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, you unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown. He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft! By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, the most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass. Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What’s wrong with our burglar detection?” Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, and taking the

Sexy Liaison With (Eye) Candy -  Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories Fun with sexy single mum makes me envy of other dads. I was dutifully dropping off at the school gate and I was all ready to make my home. I was in no rush. I had recently split with my wife. She kept the house and belongings along with a new fella. I had rented myself a tiny flat, all I could afford. I wasn’t pleased with the situation but I had brought it on myself by having a fling with a colleague. A one night stand that had turned into one night too many and we had been spotted. Her husband had forgiven her indiscretions; my wife had not. Ah well. Back to the tiny, lonely house as I had a few days off work. I had no plans and no money to spend, even if I did have anything planned. “Hi. How are you doing?” I turned around and was surprised to see one of the other mums, Candy. When their wives weren’t listening, most dads had nicknamed her “Eye Candy”. However, when their wives WERE around, most dads kept their eyes averted from this particular mum if they didn’t want to pay the price later with an ear bashing about ogling. My own wife would be particularly vocal if she saw me so much as look at Candy’s fabulous, single mum body. Many a time I had done one double take too many at one of Candy’s particularly flattering and body-revealing outfits and I had had hours of ear ache about “eyeing up that slut.” In fact my initial thought when she spoke to me was panic before I suddenly realised I was free to let my eyes roam wherever I liked. And my eyes did like roaming over the white boob tube and very mini mini skirt very much indeed. She was standing very close and I have never been so pleased to be a tall man. I got an excellent view down the boob tube at a superb pair. I am unashamedly a tit man and Candy’s jugs looked to be top of the class. I relaxed and allowed myself to be flattered that she had chosen to speak to me. “I was so sorry to hear you had split with your wife. You must be devastated.” “Oh…erm…” I quickly tried to drag my thoughts away from those tan titties and what I would like to do with them. “Oh yeah…well, you know…it’s been really tough… but we’re trying to…” Man, that was a short skirt. What delights would I find if I just lifted that hem a couple of inches? “Yeah, we’re..um…trying to keep everything as civilised as we can…” “That is such a mature attitude. I really admire you.” She moved even closer and touched my arm. I could smell her perfume. I could even smell her shampoo. Better than her smell was the fact that the movement of her arm towards me caused those boobs to jostle and jiggle slightly. My mouth was watering. I wasn’t feeling mature - I was feeling like an 18 year old kid getting hard seeing all the top heavy girls in their bikinis at the local pool. I cleared my throat to make sure my voice came out normally and didn’t give away how I was feeling. “Thank you. It helps to talk to someone. I don’t suppose I can give you a lift home?” “If you’re sure it would be no trouble?” she replied. None whatsoever, I thought to myself. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed female company and I was enjoying hers way more than usual. I also enjoyed the other dads giving me covert looks of jealousy as I escorted her to my car. The ones with their wives just gave me quick “Lucky bastard!” glances while the dads on their own unashamedly stared, wondering how in the hell I had managed to get myself into a situation where Eye Candy was getting into my car. I have never felt so glad to have been in the jeep. “Watch your step up there,” I said. “Ooooh, I need to get my balance!” In order to do this, she parted her legs in her high heeled sandals, reached over and “steadied” herself by holding on to the other side of the passenger seat. It was an unusual method but, I have to tell you, it worked for me. It meant that she was a foot up in the air, bending over in a mini skirt and high heels with her legs apart. I could see he

The Popular Sorority: Hazing Alexis - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories The most popular sorority, GGK; hazes Alexis. Alexis had always been popular, it came with the territory of being good looking. In high school, being a girl, being hot, was like an automatic “in” with the popular crowd. It made life really really easy. Nobody gave you shit, nobody cared what you did or how you dressed (to an extent) because everyone wanted to be friends with the hot girls. She had always been an automatic entry into that club growing up. She had often been a part of the group that decided what challenge other girls had to go through in order to join the popular group, if they weren’t hot enough to be automatically in. Some of the things they made people do made Alexis glad she never had to go through it. However college was a different deal entirely. Alexis foolishly thought that she could just join whatever sorority that she wanted. A flick of her shimmering long brown hair, a little shake of her narrow waist, and boom she would be hot enough to join whatever club she wanted. But this was college and things were different here. Everything was about being fair, and frankly the other girls were just as good looking if not even better looking than her. So she wasn’t about to get out of her hazing. She supposed that she could always go to another sorority and try to join them, maybe there hazing trial wouldn’t be as embarrassing. But Gamma Gamma Kappa was known as the hottest Sorority on campus, by a wide margin. Having seen the girls already in place, Alexis knew that this was the place to be to get invited to the best parties with the hottest guys. So if she wanted in she was stuck with this challenge. She twirled her iPhone in her fingers, the circular mount on the back of her pink case kept it from falling, the text message from Niece the Sorority leader staring back at her on the screen. Alexis’ mission was to get a picture for Jake Farrow. Jake was absolutely the last person Alexis ever would have spoken too growing up. Perhaps that’s why Niece selected him personally for her little mission. Jake was the head of the campus Dungeons and Dragons club. Nerd to the ultimate degree. Alexis sat not far from Jake now, observing him as she contemplated what she was to do. He didn’t look that nerdy to be fair, or even that bad. His hair was long for a guys, combed back, his glasses weren’t extremely thick or made of dorky plastic. From what she could tell he was just an average guy, nothing special one way or the other, his only downside was his choice of hobbies. Again Alexis thought about her goal. She was to seduce this guy, and take a picture of her holding his…special member. She didn’t have to go through with anything beyond that, but part of her felt really bad about it. She would have to lie and charm her way into his pants and then leave him hanging after she got the picture she needed. It made her wonder whether this was a haze for her or for him. She debated about it for a long time, should she go through with this, should she not? Finally, she stood up and tucked her phone into her pocket to walk across the quad toward him. Fuck it, she figured, one embarrassing and awkward moment and then it would be over. She’d be in GGK and could spend the next four years forgetting it ever happened. Jake was leaning over a drawing pad as she approached, coming up from behind him so she could see over his shoulder as to what he was drawing. Turned out he could really draw, the picture on the paper was really detailed for just a pencil drawing. It appeared to be some knight of warrior in shining armor with a sword in on hand and a shield in the other which was raised to deflect or block some sort of attack that hadn’t been drawn yet. Alexis was impressed and that gave her a conversation starter to talk to him. “Wow,” she said moving around to the other side of the table so she could stand in front of him. “That looks really cool.” Jake jerke

The Popular Sorority: Seducing Alexis - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Jake captures the desire of Alexis, and the sorority leader becomes jealous. Alexis sighed and climbed off the bed, looking around for her shoes that she had kicked away at some point. “Hey where is your phone?” She asked. Jake shifted to the end of the bed, tucking himself back into his underwear. “Uh, over on the table I think.” He pointed. “Why?” Alexis darted over and grabbed the phone, bringing it to him. “Here unlock it so I can put my phone number in.” She told him. She had never seen someone look so happy as he had in that moment. Alexis went back to her room, a warm feeling in her guts. She couldn’t believe what she had done, she had sucked him off. Jake was gifted in more ways than one. She couldn’t believe the beef he packed, that nerdy guy had the biggest fucking dick she had ever seen. As she walked she brought up the picture on her phone, even seeing the evidence she had a hard time believing it. Hell she even felt full from drinking his load! How the fuck was that possible? Like she had chugged a big glass of milk or something. It was all unreal, but she found herself actually happy about it. She would get into the GGK no problem, and she didn’t have to feel bad about leading Jake on because she had followed through delightfully with giving him some pleasure. She couldn’t wait to fuck him. Wait, what was that? As she walked into her room and leaned against the door she realized something. She really did want to have sex with him. She wanted to see him again and she wanted to see what it would feel like with him. Sighing Alexis put her face in her hands, she couldn’t believe that. But it was true, Jake was fun, that nerdy shit was way more fun than she ever believed it could be. Jake was a nice guy, talented in terms of story-telling, drawing, and all around creatively. She had certainly slept with worse guys, mostly assholes. Jake didn’t strike her as having any hint of asshole in his body. But what would the GGK think if they found out? God could she risk the popularity she wanted for…what? A big dick? “God I am a shallow bitch.” Alexis muttered. Niece snatched the phone from Alexis’ hand glared at the screen. “Get the fuck out of here. You photoshopped this!” She insisted. Alexis shook her head, “No I swear I didn’t, believe me I didn’t. My jaw still is sore from it.” Niece looked at her and laughed. “Oh my god really? You actually blew him?” Alexis shrugged, “I had to make it believable to him, small price to pay really.” “My god, that means….Holy fuck dude.” Niece said. Jessica and Emma came into the living area of the GGK at that moment and Niece waved them over. “You guys are not going to believe this thing. Check out the dick on that dork.” She said showing the picture to the girls. Both of their jaws dropped in unison, “What the fuck dude!?” Jessica cried. “That’s not real.” Emma said, “It can’t be.” Niece grinned and elbowed Alexis in the side, “She sucked it, so it must be real.” “Oh wow. You blew that dweeb?” Jessica asked, then glanced at the phone and shrugged, “Eh, gotta be honest, if that was what he is packing. I probably would have blown him too. I mean you’d have to try right?” She asked looking around, “Right?” Niece shrugged and looked at the picture again, “Yeah I think so….hey did he say if he was single or anything?” She asked Alexis. Alexis nodded and felt a drop in the pit of her stomach. “Yeah very single why?” “I don’t know. I mean….I kinda wanna see it myself you know?” She explained. “This is like the Moby Dick of…..Dicks.” Emma glanced at Alexis, “Hey you should fuck him. We’d definitely let you in GGK if you fucked him.” Alexis shook her head, “Oh come on you told me to get a picture and I did. Fucking him is a bit much don’t you think?” Alexis didn’t so much as hint at the fact that she would have fucked him already if she could have. Emma shrugged, “May…be… Oh wait I have an idea. Niece we have the s

Foxx Inc : The Interview -  A young man leaves the Navy and finds a ‘satisfying’ new job. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Thomas Edison reportedly said that the harder he worked the luckier he was. In my case I had worked pretty stinking hard as an enlisted member of the nuclear submarine Navy for the previous six years, so if you side with Edison I must have accumulated a decent amount of luck in my karma account. No matter how events came together, I was very lucky to be in just the right place at the right time. You probably won’t believe it, and truth be told, on some days I don’t believe it either. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me start at the beginning. Or maybe not quite the beginning. As I mentioned, I’d been in the Navy for six years starting right after high school. After graduation a lot of my friends had gone off to college, but I wasn’t interested in joining them. I wanted to do something at once, not four years or so later. I joined the Navy, was picked up for nuclear power and asked for submarines (long story for another time). Working on subs was tough, yet rewarding at the same time. And it paid fairly nicely for a 19 to 24 year old. Many of the younger enlisted, read that as non-lifers, were interested in using their GI bill benefits to go to college when their enlistment was complete. And when I left the Navy a mere six weeks ago, that had been my plan as well. I’d saved a fair amount of money, and combined with the GI bill I was able to comfortably attend most any college. Now, relaxing on a couch in my parent’s living room, when I wasn’t surrounded by people looking forward to college, I found the idea was no longer appealing. It always seemed to me that people felt college was a natural progression, and to do otherwise was somehow not living up to one’s potential. Problem was, after my years in the Navy I knew that wasn’t the case. Sure, college might open some doors, but I had every bit as much, if not more respect for the senior enlisted in the Navy as I did the officers. Very different jobs requiring different skill sets. One ingredient of success on the ship was mutual respect for those different skill sets. Relaxing off duty with Sailors from other ships told me such mutual respect was not always a given. I’d been fortunate. By the time I left the Navy I knew I was capable, well trained, reliable, and eager to work hard. The Navy had spent a lot of money training me how to operate and maintain equipment as well to train and lead people. Not only was I good at all those things, I enjoyed them immensely. It’s a very rewarding feeling when you use your own skills to take something from not working, to working. A friend of mine, a fairly senior Navy electrician, enjoyed replacing burnt out light bulbs even though such things were typically reserved for more junior people. “It’s instant job satisfaction,” he’d said. I knew my parents were happy to have me around, and at the same time I knew they didn’t want me to become a permanent fixture. It was only nine in the morning, and I resolved right then that today was the day to seriously start the job search. After grabbing a shower and a cup of coffee, I sat down with my laptop and began. There were lots of openings that appealed to me, or rather a lot of jobs I knew I could do. HVAC technicians and mechanics of all kinds appeared to be in particular demand, and the pay didn’t look too bad. Besides, I was in a pretty enviable position; I could easily quit after a short time if it didn’t work out. After a brief moment of reflection I decided my qualifications meant I should avail myself of a headhunter, or at least some high end placement site. I did so, and was startled to get a text message two hours later. It was a link, so I forwarded it to my email and called it up. Oddly, it wasn’t from one of the services I had contacted. “Provider of Building Services. Responsible for all building systems maintenance and services for staff on

Helping the Karlssons. -  Church-going sisters approach the new help. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again. Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers. Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn’t mind the attention of the male customers in the least. Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he’d become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt. Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife’s behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom. Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she’d also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she’d seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words. The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister’s. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her double D-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage. Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out. Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male. Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he’d been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job. He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow – the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day. Tim wasn’t interested in chasing after the boss’s daughter – either of them – since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a

The Red Dress - Listen to the Podcast Giving in gracefully. The red dress should do the trick, thinks Stella; it’s certainly come up trumps before. Why she should have to go to the hassle of dolling herself up is another question altogether. This is the 1990s for goodness sake, For a woman to get taken seriously when building a business is an uphill struggle, trying to organise financing a nightmare. Countless boring ‘interviews’ with stale, pale men who belittle or dismiss her suggestions. Thinking presentation important in this supposedly serious commercial world Stella initially tries prim and proper ensembles to create a respectable impression. Sadly this proves pointless, she can tell by their asinine questions the sexist pigs haven’t bothered to read her profit projections. “Now what would a pretty young thing like you know about…” Because of a first class marketing degree and glowing placement assessments duh! One day, in a rush, Stella dons a skirt a little shorter and tighter than of late and observes the identikit man in a suit continually ogling her bum during their meeting. A loan is swiftly arranged and the penny drops. These middle-aged, mediocre managers aren’t interested in her ideas so Stella might as well play them for fools. She dresses up to the nines, low neckline to reveal a Wonderbra (best invention of the '90s?) enhanced cleavage. Flaunts thighs, flashes stocking tops, demeanour a mix of teasing and wide-eyed naivety. Plays down to their expectations, flirts, flatters and cajoles. So easy, so predictable, and of course it works. She can put up with leers, and gropes as long as they advance the funds. Stella makes her confident entrance into yet another office: figure hugging red dress, long auburn hair, a killer combination. Hang on, this isn’t right, where’s the usual old bloke? A handsome - younger than expected - man behind the desk correctly interprets her bemused expression. “You were expecting Mr Mannering, he’s on gardening leave,” explains the new incumbent. “I’m his stand-in, do please take a seat. Max Pemberton, pleased to meet you.” “And judging by your expression, not happy to be here? Stella Mills by the way, but you already know that”. “Well to be truthful I do find this place rather boring,” he responds with a wry smile, “although my employers have booked me into a very pleasant boutique hotel.” Might he be one of these new men she’s read about in the Sunday papers, wonders Stella? Reputed to exist in cities, unseen out here in the sticks. Better not take anything for granted, safer to give the usual performance. Stella flashes a dazzling smile, crosses shapely legs and dangles a high-heeled shoe from her foot. “So you’re a troubleshooter?” “Definitely not,” Max answers emphatically, 'I usually deal with corporate concerns, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and got lumbered, not that it’s a burden to encounter you of course.“ I like this woman, thinks Max, feisty, attractive, and goodness those legs, most distracting. The feeling is mutual, Stella, similarly impressed, already detects an emerging spark between them. Arousal is in the air. "This town was voted one of Britain’s best places to live, perhaps I can give you a tour, show you some interesting places?” she suggests archly. Max can certainly think of sites he’d like to see. Get a grip man. “The previous manager’s unorthodox methods involved some very preferential loans to certain cronies, you excepted”, he adds hastily. “Perhaps you’d like to show me the financial projections to support your application?” Oh Mr City Slicker you’re actually quite dishy, and better still taking me seriously, thinks Stella, pushing a sheaf of papers towards him. “I just need a small amount of extra capital…” Twenty minutes later the deal is done, her request approved. “Entirely on its professionally presented merits,” reveals Max. Stella’s genuine expression of delight is however curtailed as he continues. “So your supercharge

Once Is An Accident - listen to the Podcast I took my friend Tess’s virginity by accident. The text popped up on my screen: “Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up all your cum for when I see you tomorrow.” Lysa attached a video. It was taken last summer, right before we were going to be apart for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, nipples beautifully hard. The video kept going further down, over her toned abs, to the fuzzy dusting of blonde hair on her pussy. Further down, and I could see her flowery pussy lips opening, welcoming my cock over and over with a wet sound. Behind the camera, I could hear myself say in a low, gruff voice, “Fuck, Lysa, I’m about to cum.” “Cum inside me,” Lysa moaned on the video. “Cum in me, fill up my pussy…” On the video my cock drove deep into her, as far as it could go, then throbbed, emptying cum into her pussy. Lysa moaned off-camera. In the light of the flash, I pulled my cock from her grasping pussy, letting the cum spill out of her. As the camera tilted up, angling the shot to include not only the cum dripping from her pussy but also her heaving breasts and her face, blonde hair and eyes gazing down at me, I paused the video. “Come on,” I typed back. “That’s not fair. You’re making it very hard to stick to our agreement.” I’m ashamed to admit that quitting masturbation for three weeks was a harder task than I’d expected, but my girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and I’d agreed to save it for her. Lysa loved cum more than anything, and I was happy to oblige her, knowing the pent up passion would make my first time back inside her extra good. Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our whole friend group had gone down to my friend Henry’s family’s place in the Catskills for a vacation before starting our summer jobs. Lysa had to visit family, so she was only coming for the last chunk of the trip. “Only 16 more hours,” Lysa texted back. “I get in late tonight.” “Wake me up when you do,” I texted with a flirty emoji. “I’ve got a few ideas of how.” She attached another picture, this one of her with two fingers buried inside her wet pussy. “I’m blocking you,” I joked. “Too much teasing, and it’s only 9 A.M.” From the door of my room, I heard a knock. “One second,” I called out, before texting Lysa: “Have to go, big day of hiking ahead.” I put my phone down next to me, then yelled to the door: “Come in!” Tess stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic clothing. She took in the room, frowning. “We’ve been here one night and it looks like a tornado hit your room.” My best friend from childhood, Tess grew up two streets away from me. We were even each other’s first kiss when we were 12. But that was all long ago. Both of us had chosen the same college, several states away from our hometown, and remained good friends. I can’t say people didn’t ask about me and Tess, though. She was undeniably beautiful: big blue eyes below dark eyebrows, high cheekbones and angular features, chestnut-brown hair tied in a tight braid. And yes, I had spent my teenage years observing the changes in her body, watching as she grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never really romantic (not counting the first kiss), which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Lysa, and Tess was dating Henry. “You know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you don’t have to share my room,” I said. I stealthily tucked my semi-hard cock into my waistband and stood, brushing past her to pick up one of the shirts from the ground. Sniffing it, I put it on. “You’re horrible,” Tess said with a laugh. “Anyway, I was just coming to rouse yo

Office Christmas Party Seduction - listen to the Podcast A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction. They say it’s not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him. Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn’t resist looking up a woman’s skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs.  Her drink was on the coffee table and she also made sure he got full view of her ample breasts in her low cut dress each time she bent forward to pick it up. She smiled inwardly to herself as she spied him pretending not to notice but staring intently between her legs every time she moved them. She could feel his gaze burning into her panties and it made her pussy tingle and her nipples hard with excitement knowing what thoughts must be going through his mind and how arousing the sight of those panties were to him. She even suspected that the bulge in his pants had grown since she first saw it and the thought of it made her even more aroused. She could feel her pussy moistening inside her panties with every moment that passed and every look he gave them. Deciding he had looked enough, she got up off the couch and carrying her empty glass made to walk to the bar. As she passed him she stopped. “It’s shaved and wet.” She whispered into his ear. “I’m sorry.” he asked, as if he hadn’t heard her properly and at the same time shocked and embarrassed he had been caught out. “If you want a better look, meet me in my office upstairs in five minutes and bring that nice cock.” she told him and walked off, her hand casually brushing the front of his pants, enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice. It was the longest five minutes of his life, standing there talking to his workmates with a stiffening cock in his pants and thoughts of her shaved pussy coursing through his mind. Excusing himself, he made straight for the elevator, his heart beating hard with anticipation. She sat on the corner of the desk in her dimly lit office counting down the seconds hoping he would take up her invitation. Like him, her heart was racing and her pussy ached with anticipation. She couldn’t help reaching down and running her fingers over her panties, caressing her pussy through them, her fingertip pressing the material into the moist cleft between her lips. She heard the elevator ding and she jumped off the desk. Suddenly, he was there, his silhouette framed in the doorway against the well-lit outer office. They came together in the middle of the office and he kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her outer thighs under her skirt. Breathing hard, she reached down and pressed her hand to his groin, feeling the hardness there. She fumbled with his zipper as his hand slid down inside her panties seeking out the wet pussy within. Her hand now inside his pants gripped his rigid throbbing cock as his fingers eagerly parted her silky wet lips and found her tingling hard clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to pull him as he rubbed her clit using her own wetness to lubricate it, quickly propelling her towards the orgasm her pussy craved. She pulled him faster as her arousal grew and grew and her legs opened wider and began to quiver. With a gasp she froze, gripping his cock tight, her whole body jerking as she came with a loud groan of pleasure. With his hard swollen cock sticking out the front of his pants leaking precum, he guided her backwards to the desk and made to pull down her panties. She stopped him. “No, not here.” she whi