The Glazed Donut
It all started when I was 16 years old and working the midnight shift at a restaurant on the Ohio turnpike.
There was usually three of us on duty and this particular night was no exception other than the business was extremely slow.
My position was what they called the porter or janitor, dishwasher, toilet scrubber, garbage can emptier you get the idea.
It was probably one in the morning when I was sitting down in what we called the overflow dining room which was always closed unless we were very busy.
I was sipping on a cola when donna came in, she was thirty five years old five feet and a little change tall, petite around 105 lbs sopping wet. We were friends but this would all change that night.
She came in and pulled a chair out from underneath the
Me 20 and my girlfriend 18 had been together for about 3/4 months and had tried a few drugs before, when one day my uncle asked if we fancied trying some mdma as he had some we had never done it before and thought we would go and give it a try I said to him give us 2 hours, so she can get ready she went and got a shower can down and was wearing a shortish brown dress and black leggings.
he came to pick us up and took us to his house which is about 30 minute drive from mine, when we got there we was talking for a little while and had a smoke and some food before he got out the mdma and we all had a bit for now to see what it was like, we was sat talking for a while and started feeling the affects of the mdma, a short time later i felt liked i needed to go to toilet and left the room i w
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I notice Rosie’s hollow, sad eyes—the eyes of a miserable woman who has just finished crying. I remember vividly her first words to me, "Mind if I ask a favor?" Rosie came to me while I was doing research in the library of the Graduate Theological Union (Berkeley, CA). It is half past nine, and the library is nearly empty since it is scheduled to close in a half-hour.
I swivel in my chair to look at an attractive brunette with sad eyes and say, "Sure! A favor? What do you have in mind?"
"I am a desperate woman. I need a man willing to make long, slow love to me tonight." She says this with a muted urgency, half-whispered. I feel quite sure that she memorized this opening line, because,
My boyfriend was a gamer. Once he puts his headphones on, he won't even hear me. So one day, I was so stressed as he keeps playing games. As I sat on the couch bored and naked, the door bell rang. He didn't know I was naked. He asked me to get the door as he calls the plumber to fix the kitchen sink. I went and get the door naked. To my surprise he was my ex-boyfriend whom my boyfriend doesn't know. He has a way bigger dick than by present boyfriend. I was thrilled. I went to the kitchen with my ex. He was already a boner as he sees me naked. I pulled out his huge dick and gave him a deep throat blow job. Then he started feeling my boobs and down to my pussy. I was clean shaved. He put his fingers in and said, "your hole have become much bigger". I frown and told him I just had sex with
I’m just copy and pasting this story cuz I posted it on a Different site I’m posting it here so I could post the other stories and people could know it’s me.
Ok so this happens 3 days ago and is our most recent “experience” me and my boys are big deal sex addicts. Four of us are bi (including me) and our newest bro is fully straight.
I’m only putting similar names and a small description of our appearance. My name is Omar or “O” (it’s just a nickname) I have black hair that’s mad curly and I’m Kinda dark tan. I’m usually mistaken for Indian because of how dark I am (I’m not) I guess I look “exotic” or something. I have dark hazel eyes and I’m short compared to the rest of the squad
Next is my boy Michael, he’s really tall like 6’6 he was MAD short before but puberty hit him dumb hard
Author’s Note : The characters in this story bear no relation to any individual alive or dead. If religious content disturbs you, please stop reading. All characters are adults over the age of 18.
Feel free to send feedback and ideas/suggestions for future stories to floorboard999@gmail.com
Parvati woke up to the most wonderful feeling in the world. A warm, ticklish feeling near her genitals. One of the benefits of sleeping with only a thin shawl around her body (apart from the fact that it made her masturbation sessions a lot more convenient) was that it allowed her vulva and the hot sticky regions in between her thighs more air circulation to keep the entrance to her birthing passage fresh and sweet. But this was something different. Almost like a mouse was sniffing at her private
There are a lot of really interesting people in this world. As a sales representative for a large automobile parts manufacturer and wholesaler, I get to meet a lot of different people from all walks of life. No, I’m not a car salesman. I’m actually parts supplier for some rather well known retail supply chains. I handle the mid-south region. That requires I travel a lot and that means it’s hard to maintain much of a personal life, especially a marriage. Well, that’s what I was told by my now ex wife.
My name is Craig Morgan and I was recently divorced after only 5 years of marriage. Seems my hot wife, Candy decided all the nights alone just weren’t worth the effort. So in January she told me we were done. Albeit with the caveat that she and her two kids from her previous marriage wer
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Hi, my name is Sinnndy. Some of you have read stories about my sexcapades, but I haven’t told you information about myself. I am 18 years old, 5-3 just under 100 pounds, 34B-24-34, shoulder length brown hair, and I have been told I am very attractive and that I have a great ass.
Don’t let the fact that I’m only 18 let you think I’m inexperienced, because that’s just not true. I have probably tried more different and kinky things than even my mother has. I was born and grew up in a northern suburb of Chicago. I love it here, and plan to never leave.
I have great parents, I love them both, and I have a great brother, 5 years older than me. He lives in Chicago. We were brought up in a nudist household, when no one else was around; we would walk around the house naked, that’s why I am
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The sound of a leaking faucet breaches the airwaves of the small hotel room as I sit on my queen size bed quietly, feeling uneasy, this isn't working. I look down at my cell phone, the time states 12:31 am., but it feels like it's already seven in the morning. I take a peek at my laptop to be sure, and find my answer is now 12:32 am. I must be doing something wrong. I pull up my Front-Page Ad to see if I uploaded it wrong. Opening the page, I am greeted with: "Ladies why should the fellas have all the fun?" in BOLD letters at the top of the page followed by five pictures of myself. Some shirtless, and others of me in tight boxers in a variety of poses, I start to smile. I am not a bad looking guy: 5’8, Slim but athletic build, big kissable lips, military buzz c
This happened to me way back in the 70’s. The 70’s was a very wild time. I had turned 20 and my new girlfriend Laurie, was 17 and would be turning 18 in a couple of weeks. Laurie was known as a “good girl and a virgin” in her circle of friends. My plans were to pop her cherry on her birthday.
I had started trying to feel her up trying to get her ready for the big night on her birthday. I had gotten in trouble at my house so Laurie’s dad let me stay in their basement. Right before her birthday, her dad told me he and his wife were going out to his great Aunt’s house in the country for the weekend. I thought, hell I’ll just wait until they are gone, I’ll will be free to pop Laurie’s cherry and indoctrinate her into some real hard fucking all weekend.
It was a Friday afternoon the t
As I had previously stated, the 1970’s was a very wild time. I had turned 20 and my new girlfriend Laurie, was 17 and would be turning 18 in a couple of weeks. Laurie was known as a “good girl and a virgin” in her circle of friends. Laurie went from a shy girl that didn’t fuck to an insatiable little nympho, that wanted to fuck as often as she could. At 18-years old she had learned to take my 9-inch cock down her throat, Laurie was great at swallowing cum, she loved it when I dumped all my wad deep down her throat. Like I said when I closed the first part of this story, I was not prepared for what was about to come next.
It was summer 1970, Laurie and I had been fucking up a storm for the past six months. She went after down to the basement where I was staying, and I would fuck the sh
(Fantacy Part 1)
Summer had just started and I landed a job as a Jr camp councilor. I was a 16 year old boy who loved working with kids.
The day came when it was time to go to camp. It was a really long bus ride but we finally arrived to Camp hope.
As we got off the bus I was shown to where I was going to be living for the next two months. The camp had six living areas. 3 for the boys and 3 for the girls. I was assigned to work with the 14 year old boys.
The next day all the campers arrived. There were 4 cabins and 4 boys were assigned to a cabin. I was sitting in my cabin that I was going to be in charge of, when four cute black boys came walking in.
All four were so cute, but one of them really caught my eye, and he was rather short for his age. He was so cute and I
My doorbell rang right at 9pm. My wife, Mila wouldn’t be home for another hour. I open the door and see my neiigbor’s 18 year old daughter, Emily. In just a tight crop top that showed off her perky double D’s. And a nice short black skirt. She smiled and said “How long do we have?” “One hour”, I replied.
She had been coming on to me since she was 17 but I never tried anything with her until the day after her 18th birthday. I’d been fucking her since then. Everytime my wife went to work.
I pushed her crop top up and discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. The young ones are always the sluttiest. I slapped her tits, and grabbed her hair. “Get on your knees” I demanded. She got down, and pulled my boxers down. With my free hand, slapped my semi hard cock on her face while she stuck he
Erica was a little tipsy as we drove to her house. I’d picked her up from the bar and she looked stunning. Her black summer dress barely covered her huge tits and rode the bottom of her ass to the danger zone. As she was sitting next to me she layed her head over toward me, staring over as I navigated her home. She told me about her evening and how she’d had several cocktails.
I made several glances over at Erica, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra. I got a few glimpses of those 34dd’s. They were gorgeous. I couldn’t help but imagine them in my mouth.
Erica slouched herself down in the seat and her dress failed to move. This allowed a view of her pelvic area. She had on a purple g-string and had an amazing tan. By the lack of hair you could tell she was freshly groomed.
“Do you l
Freya Phillips walked the halls of Hogwarts in a daze.
She had just transferred from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, her father's job with the Ministry had moved them from Calais, France to Muggle London. Hogwarts had been the only wizarding school close enough for her to attend. After meeting with the Headmaster Dumbledore and undergoing a Hogwarts tradition known as “Sorting”, it was ruled that she be placed in Slytherin.
A strange thin man with a crooked nose and greasy black hair, flowing pitch black robes suddenly appeared. Professor Dumbledore addressed him as Professor Snape. Freya tried her best to politely greet him, telling him how excited she was to be placed into such a powerful and well-known house but before she could get a word out in a very low tone almost like a growl
-Prelude-
It was a pretty miserable Friday. Overcast, gloomy, and worst of all, slow. But at least it was the weekend. You were optimistic about what you’d get up to, though in the back of your mind you knew it probably wasn’t a lot. At least you wouldn’t be working for another two days.
You climb onto the bus with the regulars. As everyone busily scrambles on board, you get squished in amongst the crowd and feel people up against you on all sides. It’s somewhat awkward – but also arousing in a weird way. As you find yourself a seat towards the back of the bus, your mind wanders. You wonder whether people get any satisfaction out of feeling your body pushed up against them. You look around the bus trying to survey the scene – it’s a pretty average crowd. The passengers blur into a s
The woods that made up Verdant Springs could be called eerie. A mix of tall old birches and pines that grew thicker the deeper on travelled off the paved paths that wove through it. Moss grew in great blankets across the ground broken by small game trails and paths.
The young boy who walked down a dirt path didn't find the deep wood eerie, but a refuge. Dried tears clung to the boys cheek as he navigated the path as hastily as possible. The far away laughter of other people tormented him as he sought a favorite sanctuary. In his mind any laughter heard A small creek that carved its bed through the woods.
Jacob Grand walked down the path in to his sullen self. A look that he wore just like the big baggy clothes and thick-rimmed glasses he sported. At five-foot nine, Jacob's obese fr
Joel worked too hard. He knew it, his family knew it and his co-workers knew it. He was frequently back at the office after everyone else had left, busily working on the accounts of the large corporation for which he worked.
Recently, one of the new sales executives had also started working longer hours, as she pushed to meet the aggressive targets set for her by management. Periodically Joel or Grace would note the light on in the office of the other as they were leaving.
One nondescript Wednesday night, about 7:30pm, Joel got up from his desk to grab a glass of water from the staff kitchen and, deep in thought, nearly ran right into Grace as she was leaving with a hot mug of tea.
"Sorry!" blurted Joel, "It's Grace isn't it?"
"Yes, and that's ok, you look like you have a lot on your
My wife was dressing to go to her meetings on Saturday. I asked her, did you like the fucking Joe gave you yesterday? She replied, you I know I did, you know I’m your whore, I love my pussy used by young studs, they never get tired of fucking, they fuck me until I’m totally worn out, you know you love to fuck me afterwards and mix your cum with theirs. I said, HELL YEAH, I like the feel of your well used pussy as I fuck you, it such a turn on to me. She said, I’m going to have to go, I held her at the door and put my hand up her dress and inserted a finger in her pussy and said, make sure you get here before 7:00 you’ve got a date with Joe’s buddy Rick or did you forget? We kissed, and she said, I didn’t forget, your whore can’t wait do it again, I’ll be hot all day just thinking about it
As I have mentioned before in previous stories, my wife is an Executive VP for a corporation and were on a three-day business trip for her company. We had arrived Thursday evening and she had lots of fun with a young salesman named Jimmie, that she met at the bar. During this trip she had four discreet meetings with different men. It took me a while to convince Jill, that young guys love to fuck older, but after the first time, my wife quickly turned into hot slut wife, she loves to fuck young cocks. I know there are guys out there that will never agree with me and some will say, I am a psycho for allowing other men fuck my wife, but it’s such a great turn on for me to watch other men plow hard into her pussy and hear her loud moans and screams. I love the feeling of fucking my wife after
After the first time, my wife became a hot slut wife, she loves to fuck and gets lots of young cocks to use her slutty pussy. I love to fuck my wife’s well used pussy after other men have used her as their cum dump leaving loads of hot cum in her pussy, I know some men will say I’m nuts for allowing other men fuck my wife, but it’s such a great turn on to me.
One weekend we went out of town on a three-day business trip for her company, she had four discreet meetings, all different men, we mixed lots of fun with business.
We were going to stay at a hotel Friday, Saturday and Sunday, we planned to arrive Thursday evening. We checked in, went to our room and cleaned up. I told her we were free for that night, so I hoped she had brought sexy clothes other than business attire. She an
I'm a 44 year old teacher, and not particularly bad looking. I fooled around on my wife once many years ago and vowed never to do it again.
We have a babysitter/housesitter named Rachel who still works for us sometime, a former student of mine. My wife recruited her to babysit back when she was 14 and it's a small town, so it's not a huge surprise she ended up in my class. I've had students crush on me over the years as have many teachers, however I don't remember too much from her, though she was always an attractive girl.
She graduated last year and was watching the house and pets while my wife, kid and I went camping with another family. I ended up coming home early to get ready for a dinner meeting on Monday.
When I got there Rachel didn't see me at first--she was in
My wife was 55 when this adventure took place. My name is Russell, first let me say, my wife, Jill, not her real name, is very gifted at keeping her youth, even to date young men and women are floored when she discloses her age, she literally must proof how old she is. Part of her ritual is a daily visit to the fitness club.
We vacationed at a Texas coastal town and while we were out of town. We occasionally talked about her having sex with other men, her answer was routinely, no, this time I asked a bit differently, I told my her, we are out of town, there is not even a slight chance anyone will know, unless you or I reveal it what happened. We are not in Vegas, but we can apply the same concept. I straight out asked her, so would you like to have sex with a young man, I have read ma
I had to go to attend a three-day convention in a New Orleans, I decided to plan four discreet meetings for Jill. I showed her the pictures and she said, wow, I approve, I’m going have fun with these young hunks.
We arrived at the hotel about 3:00 pm, after checking in and hanging up our clothes, we went and had some fabulous Cajun food. At 5:00 pm we went to the hotel happy hour. We were having drinks and I recognized a young six-foot white guy, according to our internet meeting the name given to me was Eric. I told Jill, it looks like one of your meetings is here and I pointed him out, Jill said, wow, his is so young looking. Does he know my age? I replied, of course, that is the main reason, he is here to fuck you. I told Jill, I was going to talk to him for a little bit, give me 1
Danielle is someone I hold very close to me. We once were a couple but didn’t really have the chance to become what we should have. We’ve gone our separate ways, but we still talk every once in awhile. I write these stories for her.
Chapter 1
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" I texted to you. Not knowing how you would respond. Luckily you did, with a nice tone of "yes, yes it has :)." Shortly after that we had made dinner plans to catch up. We agreed with Olive Garden. I picked you up at 6pm, stunning as always - you chose to wear a sexy red dress.
Over dinner we discussed everything that's been going on with our lives, new friends, how work has been, how your dogs were doing, and so on. Great food, wonderful company, and of course a bottle of wine to go with it. The whol
You walk up the steps of the Bellevue Syrene hotel, at the top there’s a sweet man that grins and opens the door for you. “Grazie” you say as you walk into the large open lobby. Searching a crossed the room you spot the front desk and make your way over to it.
“Ciao, come posso aiutarti?” The lady at the desk asks. You stumble for a moment as your Italian isn’t the greatest, and simply reply with “Signore Moretti’s room please”.
She reaches out and hands you a card, “Ecco la tua carta 328.”
“Thank you!” You turn and start walking towards the elevator. The doors slide open for you and you step inside, turn and press 3-2-8. As the elevator comes to a stop, you step out of it and walk down the hallway to room 328. There it is, a tall red door with gold numbers on it. You take
Ding. The bell rings. From beneath her white cap the dark eyes tinkled, The golden skin shone, Glistening sweat on a raised eyebrow smirk The steaming stinking ass masterpiece leaning her hips against the hot metal table. Over the piping hot plates of Wild mushroom ravioli with creamy chicken, Sage butter wine bowls; Over pink sauce with linguini, five feet of overworked frustrations, Vanessa waited impatiently .
“Traaaaaacy!”
The restaurant was vibrating with the hum and jumps of a Friday night.
Ding.
Vanessa’s tan and muscular body leaned on the table, her elbow resting, one nail in her mouth, the other hand just above the bump of ass that rose out from beneath her white cooks apron.
“TraaaaacY!?”
Her silky voice crescendoing to a climax of question and command.
“Wh
Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket
on an icy cold winter's night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday
weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her `slumber of the
dead' a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being
relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired,
weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a
fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia
sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental
exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born
again, in theory anyway.
With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her
way across the laundry strewn flo
Christmas Visit from the Sister-in-Law - Chapter 1
Dean worked as late as he dared just to get ahead of things for the next morning. It was two days until the office closed for Christmas and he wanted as much out of the way as possible. the work had really picked up this year, and Dean was proud of what he'd achieved in his small engineering firm over the past 12months since his partner left to become, of all things, a paramedic. He would have gladly worked until midnight, but he knew his wife Tina needed him home to help tidy the house. Her sister and her husband were arriving from interstate the following day and were staying with Dean and Tina in Dean's study for 10 days.
Dean liked Heather and Doug. He got on really well with Heather, which stood to reason as she was also a civi
