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I was just 20 when I was bridesmaid at my older s****rs wedding. It had been a long day and I had d***k too much wine. Later in the evening I wandered in the hotel grounds to try to clear my head. I was slowly strolling when I saw my uncle Roger sitting on a bench. As a young girl I had always got on well with him and we always had a laugh together. I’m not sure how old he was but I think he was about 10 years older than my mum. As I reached the bench he patted and said, ‘Hi Amy, come and sit down.' We chatted about general things and then he said, ‘Do you know, one thing I really enjoy about weddings is the fact that brides and bridesmaids are almost certainly wearing stockings and suspenders under their dress, and I always wonder what colour knickers they are wearing.' I blushed at hearing my uncle speak like this. I didn’t know what to say. He followed this up by saying, ‘Well am I right, are you wearing stockings and suspenders?' I said, ‘I don’t think you should ...

I was in a daze...having just witnessing the love of my life sucking the dick of her teenage son. I drove aimlessly for several hours, re-thinking the scene forever burnt into my brain of her, down on her knees, servicing his big cock like a cheap whore. I was appalled, yet also stimulated, knowing what pleasure her lips could give. My hard dick decided the issue - I would go back to face the situation. Entering via the front door, I found Alice in repose on the sofa, reading. Her waist-length, platinum blonde hair was no longer tied back, but was freshly brushed. She wore a silk robe which opened slightly when she rose to reveal a black teddy underneath. "Hello, love," she said, "sorry you had to work so late. Can I fix you something to eat?" I nodded, and as she retrieved leftovers from the fridge, I asked, "Where's Ned?" Without looking at me, apparently concentrating on her task, she chattered, "He's gone to bed. He was w...

The master walks into his room and pours a drink. He takes his riding jacket off and throws it onto the bed. Turning, he finally sees the girl on her knees by the window. Looking at her, he rolls his eyes. Master: Fuck, I forgot about you. Slave: My Lady Sofia sent me to you. She said you would …punish me. Master: Yes, she’s rather fond of that, isn’t she? What did you do? Slave: She was offended by me, sir. She said I embarrassed her. Master: Really. Do tell. He sits heavily, examining the slave more closely. Her dark hair is tied loosely back from her pretty face. She’s wearing a simple grey tunic, open at the neck to show her cleavage, rising and falling quickly with anxiety. The skirt is short, just covering her pert arse and showing her fine legs. Lady Sofia would be easily offended by such a lovely little thing on her staff. Slave: She found me with a man, a man she liked, Jay. Master: Jay? That is offensive, but I’ll need more than that to decide what to do with...

Tommy was 20 years old, still at home and not married. He went to the university and had got quite some girlfriends, but until now nothing serious came out of it. Because he was free during the Eastern-holidays, Jen, his mother and 39 years old, had presented him to granny for helping her out with the spring-cleaning, but this was done behind his back. He didn't care however because he loved to be with his grandma Geraldine. Geraldine, 59 years, had long black hair that she did wear tied up. She certainly wasn't too fat for her age although here and there some fat could be spotted, however on the right places. She had a cheerful humour and most of the time they did laugh a lot. In order to not having to ride to and from it was decided that Tommy would stay with her for the whole week. Tommy drove on Monday the car in front of the garage, took his bag and closed the car. He went to the front door, but apparently Geraldine had heard him because before he could touch the bell, t...

This is a 100% true story of my first experience with a guy I will try my best to paint the picture of my experience. Please comment on the story and I will post more. It happened when I was 21, home for the summer break from college and enjoying the first summer since middle school of no classes or work for the whole three months. Unfortunately with that routine of no classes or work, I got into the routine of sl**ping in until noon and going to bed at 3AM. I've never considered myself bi or gay, but for whatever reason looking at the men 4 men section on craigslist always seemed to provide a rush of excitment from seeing something new. The openess and raw, direct desires outlined in text always made my pulse excite. One night I decided to post, just to see what would be out there. I put down the usual 411, height, weight, hair/eye color, hair chest, 6.5 inch cut, ect. I went out and grabbed dinner to return to find a bunch of emails. Unfortunately nothing caught my eye among ...

My concerns that life would never be the same following my spanking session with my boss, Geoff, and my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, were both right and wrong. My work environment has continued on largely unchanged. Geoff has never mentioned the luncheon punishment at my Parents in Law's house. He has largely treated me as he did prior to the incident. Although sometimes I catch him staring at me through his office window with a small smile on his face. I am probably wrong, but I always imagine he is reliving the spanking incident, and is picturing my nude, exposed body receiving the riding crop on my buttocks or thighs. It sends a shiver up my spine and I cannot help blushing. I have made a determined effort not to change my behaviour towards my boss, but in reality this has proven very difficult to achieve. When your boss has witnessed you in such an intimate, exposed manner, and had the opportunity to punish you severely, your attitude towards them cannot help but be altered....

I'm Alex, 31 and a sales job that usually takes me places. Normally, I'd be out on the road, but promotion meant I was mostly office bound now. What's more, I was recently divorced, my ex kicked me out and I had to go down on bended knees to my mom for a roof over my head. It was with mixed feeling that I went back through the front door of my old home and my mom. She 61 looks it and God knows she turns me on. OK, her tummy isn't taught any more, her breasts may sag, but they are still creamy white and silky smooth, and she has lovely, slender legs. No pants/trousers for her though, always a skirt and blouse or a dress (with hems that never really conceal her stocking tops) and high heels. However, if you saw her shopping for groceries, you'd think her pussy was dry and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. How wrong could you be? I never knew my dad, he'd left my mom before I was born. It had been just the two of us when I was growing up. So why did I hav...