Flasher: Money Makes The World Go Round

She was leaning against a dark wooden table as he was pounding away in her pussy, one arm over her back to make her sure she kept her position. She felt no pleasure at all, but he was paying good money for her to pretend she was enjoying it.

Soon enough she felt his hand parting her butt cheeks and a finger teasing her ass hole.

“How much more if I want to fuck this?” He growled.

“One hundred more, sweetie.” She said, calmly.

He reached inside this blazer and gave her the money. He didn’t wait for a word, a gesture or any signal at all. He simply shoved his filthy old dick up her ass and fucked her tight hole until he came, moaning, screaming and cussing.

He pulled up his boxers and his pants, zipping them. He inserted three fingers all at once up the same young pussy he had fucked and while she gasped, he leaned closer over her and whispered:

“I will most definitely be requesting your services again.” He left, licking his own fingers, as she stood there with her mission accomplished for the hour being, and her ass hole dripping white, milky cum.




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Happily Married Ever After

One day, Grace woke up and, while still in bed, realized her life wasn’t what she had dreamed it would be; her brown hair was starting to become gray, small yet visible wrinkles were starting to form around her eyes, she looked and felt tired overall. It was no wonder, with the life she had been living for the past few years: she graduated from college and married her high school sweetheart, Henry, who was now, 10 years later, still her husband. Both her and her husband had great jobs and worked hard to be the best at what they did – 60 hour weeks were the norm for both of them and vacations seemed to be a taboo in their house.

She loved her husband very much and would never dream of leaving him, but something was missing in their relationship. They didn’t have to worry about money; they didn’t have to worry about kids since they decided to postpone the decision of having them; they practically didn’t have to worry about each other because they were both such independent people and barely saw each other during the week. Well, maybe that was the problem – they didn’t get to spend time with each other anymore and she felt lonely. Grace knew Henry loved her as much as he could possibly, but got home so tired he didn’t have time to even look at her before falling asleep every night. Grace turned in bed to face Henry and hugged him.

“Hu? Is it time to go yet?” Said a sleepy Henry.

“No sweetie, you can sleep a little longer.” Grace whispered back in the sweetest voice she could manage.

Feeling Henry’s warm and familiar body right there next to her made her think of time gone by, when cuddling happened all the time, when he kissed her for no reason, when sex was frequent. Speaking of sex, when was the last time Henry and her had had steaming hot, unscheduled, not rushed sex? Gosh, she couldn’t even remember! She kept still and silent, thinking of how good it would be to have her husband’s old self back and soon came up with a plan.

After the morning shower and quick breakfast, Henry left without kissing Grace goodbye. She got sad and disappointed, but was determined that that would soon change.

“L & C Inc. this is Marla, how can I help you?” said a young female voice, almost singing.

“Marla, good morning, this is Grace Hail.”
“Hello Mrs. Hail. Should I connect you to Mr. Reid?” Kirk Reid was the owner of L & C Inc., the company for which Grace worked.

“No, not today thank you. I’m just calling to say I won’t make it to work today for personal reasons. Would you please transmit the message to my office and Mr. Reid’s secretary?”

“Yes, ma’am. Right away. Is there anything else I can help you with at this moment?”

“No Marla. Thank you.”

“Have a nice day, Mrs. Hail.”

“You too.” And she hung up.

Grace was going to spend the whole day making herself pretty and planning the night. The first step would most definitely be buying a new outfit so she drove downtown to where her favorite stores were. She searched high and low for a dress that would flatter her figure but it what she had in mind was so hard to find that she almost gave up. Luckily, she went to one more store before giving up entirely and found the dress she had pictured. A blue, knee length, simple dress with a tight skirt that showed off the perfect curves of her hips and an embellished neckline that not only made her face more luminous, but also made her small breasts seem more round and lifted. She tried it on and it fitted like a dream so she rushed to buy it. Grace spent the rest of the morning looking for shoes and lingerie to compliment her new dress.

After a quick lunch, Grace headed to the hair salon in which she colored her hair a natural brown color to hide her few white hairs, had her nails and makeup done and bought a new perfume. She headed back home, to order dinner in before Henry got home but didn’t forget to text and tell him she couldn’t wait to see him.


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Henry had had a lousy day at work, but his wife’s text message had made him curious. What could she mean? He rushed home and as he opened the door, he saw his wife standing in the hall. Grace was looking stunning, in a blue dress that complimented her and her lovely figure and Henry couldn’t help but stare.

“Good evening” Said Grace, making an effort to give her husband a sexy smile.

“Good evening, Grace. You look very pretty today. Did I forget some special date? Because if I had, I…”

“No, Henry, you didn’t.” She cut his speech “I just miss being with my husband and having a special night together. That’s all.”

“Well… I… Uhm…” He was speechless but very pleased with the idea. He missed Grace as well, he missed her love and care and he also missed her tender body and soft skin. With a smile on his face, he got closer to her and kissed her softly in her lips. That kiss brought back memories of when they used to date.

Grace kissed back, with a sense of accomplishment. It was one small battle she had won. She took initiative and kissed him more passionately, caressing his face with her hands as his rested on her small waist.

Grace and Henry had a pleasant dinner, talked about their days and life in general, about the news and about people at the office. The time came for desert. Grace got up and put two scoops of ice cream in a bowl, grabbed two spoons and set desert right in the middle of both. They shared desert with a few jokes and flirted a little, feeding ice cream to each other, but sweet things end fast.

Henry leaned in to kiss his wife again, as if to thank her for dinner and she kissed back, knowing where the kissing would lead.
“Honey, I want to make love to you.” Grace said softly, looking into Henry’s eyes.

Deep down Henry knew this was going to happen and he loved that fact. Having his wife in his arms, worshiping her as she worshiped him, getting so close to her he would actually be inside of her appealed to him very much. He kissed her once again and then led her to their room where the bed was freshly made with soft white linens.

Henry slowly unzipped Grace’s dress and it fell down around her in a ring to reveal her new lingerie set – a light blue lace bra and matching thong. It was nothing like Grace was used to wear as she always preferred the comfort that a plain white cotton set with boy shorts would give. Again, Henry was thrilled and felt his manhood twitch.

Grace unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, button by button, unhurried and careful, teasing him. She made the shirt slide down as she caressed his naked shoulders and chest. They kissed once again. Then, Grace kissed her husband’s chin, nibbled the soft skin of his neck, kissed his collarbones and headed down, to his nipples. She teased them with her tongue and sucked slightly. After moving to the other nipple and performing the exact same way, she went back up to his neck while unbuttoning and unzipping Henry’s pants. She felt his stiffness and smiled as the black trousers slid down.

Grace backed up and sat on the bed as Henry got rid of his pants and shoes. He then moved towards her to undo her bra while caressing her. The bra released her small breasts and Henry kneeled to pay them all his attention. He licked and sucked her now erect nipples, giving her so much pleasure she had not option other than arch her back somewhat and moan lightly. She felt herself getting wet and warm as her husband pleased her in this manner.

“Lie back.” He asked her. When she did, he slid her tongue down her long, beautiful legs leaving her sex bare. He was still kneeling, so kissing her legs from the feet down was easy for him and that was exactly what he did, stopping only when he reached the very top of her inner thighs. She kept moaning with pleasure. He could smell her creamy musky scent and decided to delight her in a way he haven’t done in a long time.

Henry licked Grace’s outer lips applying only the slightest of pressures, moving then to her inner lips. He sucked and kissed them, not touching her clit yet. He remained there for a couple of seconds and then, finally, decided to play with Grace’s clit, flickering his tongue on it, sucking and delicately nibbling it. Grace let out a groan of pure lust.

Grace felt pleasure taking over her and her senses. She pushed Henry’s face to her sex as she wanted more, and more, and more of him.

“Henry, take off your boxers and lie down.” She managed to ask between moans and deep breaths. It was time for her to return the favor. She took his stiff cock in her hands and stroked it, slowly at first but with increasing speed. She licked her husband’s shaft inch by inch and then sucked it with determination. He growled with delight. She flicked her tongue in his balls and went back to his throbbing cock to suck it again.

“Ride me, Grace.” And she did. She steadied one knee on the bed on each side of him and slowly lowered her body until Henry’s cock met her pussy. She rubbed her warm juices on it and continued to lower her body until Henry’s shaft was inside of her. Henry stabled his feet on the bed so his knees went up when she started to mover back and forth with his sex inside of her. She bent down to kiss him, increasing the speed of her moves and this new angle sent shivers down her spine. She could feel ecstasy build up inside of her and an orgasm was almost ready to be released. She increased her rhythm even more and felt herself getting wetter, more ready to reach orgasm every second – until she reached. Pleasure was so intense than, besides screaming, she could barely move.

Henry was almost unable to control himself while Grace was riding him, but now that he saw her reaching climax, heard her pleasure and felt her pussy get tighter and tighter around him, he was sure he couldn’t hold it anymore. And he couldn’t. He released his hot cum inside his wife mixing it with her warm fluids. They didn’t move for a while, while both steadied their breaths.

Grace lied besides her husband without touching him, not sure of what to do. Henry took her in his arms and they hugged and cuddled without a word until both fell asleep.

I would like to dedicate this story to someone I was talking to when writting it. He helped me to choose a name in this story and, in return, I promissed to dedicate it to him. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

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Flasher - On the street

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Just Bloggin' I

Hey there! And again, welcome to my blog. Every now and then I’ll post a segment I call “Just Bloggin’” which will mainly be me (the person behind the stories) talking to you. If you don’t give a damn about me and are just here for what I write, then hi and welcome anyway! Just scroll down or type a word in the search bar and you’ll hopefully find something else to read - no hard feeling.

Are you still here? Great! I hope that this installment will let you know a little more about me and answer any questions you might have... Now, on to my bloggin’:

I had some people messaging me saying how much they liked my stories but I don’t see any comments in here? Why is that? I won’t bite (unless you ask me to, but that’s a different story). You don’t have to leave your name or email; you can make a screen name up or even leave anonymous feedback if you like. Use your browser’s “in private” setting if you share your computer and wouldn’t like it if someone else that shouldn’t be reading this kind of stories came across my blog. C’mon, don’t be shy!

Also, tell me what you would like me to talk about – you can vote on the poll to your left, comment (yes, yes, I love comments!) or even email me.

My goal is to post and average of two stories per week here on my blog. However, I want you to be able to find my work on other places – do you know of any good sites that publish erotic stories? I’m a BIG fan of Literotica but I’m sure that there are more sites like that one – do you visit any? Send me the links, please. (update: I got my first story published by Literotica today and got 400 views in less than 6 hours. it may not seem like much, but I'm over the moon about that. If you were one of the people who read it, thank you so much! I don't know you, but I love you already.)

I guess it’s all for now. Take care and have a very, very sexy day!

XOXO,

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Showing up uninvited (Interracial Sex)

“Damn! I really need to go do laundry.” I said to myself looking at my almost empty lingerie drawer, trying not to freeze to death given that I was just wrapped in my bath towel. It was Sunday and I planned to stay home anyway, but I needed underwear. With nothing more to put one except one of my insanely expensive bra and panties set, I decided to go with a see-through white lace set. I remember buying it – I was at an expensive department store abroad and was just looking around to see what was sold there. I wasn’t looking for anything really, but I guess this set found me. They only had one and it was exactly my size so I figured it must have been a sign and I bought it on credit card. I had to work several extra hours to pay for it (which I had never done because the words “credit debt” give me the chills), but in the end, it was worth it. I put on the lingerie and took a look at the mirror – I looked ethereal and almost virginal dressed like this. I then put on my comfortable sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, tied my hair up in a simple ponytail and didn’t even bother about makeup or perfume.

I went about my day, doing house chores which included, of course, laundry. When I finished, it was almost dinner time so I fixed myself a light dinner and sat in front of the TV watching a very bad TV movie and eating dinner. As I was making my way to the kitchen to wash my plate and glass, the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting company so who could it be at this time of the day? I looked through the peephole and guess who was standing there – Eric Danna himself.

After what had happened between us, he ignored me all week at work. If he needed me to know something that pertained to work, he would send a message through his secretary and that was it. Why in the world would he be standing in my doorstep on Sunday evening, uninvited? I opened the door.

“Mr. Danna, what I surprise. I wasn’t expec…” He didn’t even let me finish the sentence and passed right through me into my living room. So much for courtesy. He sat down on my couch like he owned the place. This wasn’t looking too good.

He sat there, looking straight at me like he wanted to prove telepathy existed. After about five minutes I started to get tired of this game.

“Maybe I owe you an apology.” Eric spoke at last.

Maybe? Maybe, he said? Of course he did – he fucked me in a little corner at a wedding reception, half against my will, half with my consent and ignored me ever since. He should be practically on his knees begging my forgiveness by now.

“I didn’t let you suck my dick properly the other day. I’m sorry for that.”
My face must have looked startled beyond belief. This man fucks me, ignores me, comes to my house uninvited, walks in like he owns the place and has the nerve to just go ahead and speak to me like that?

“I beg your pardon?” I managed to mutter.

“I’d like to see you beg for other things.” Said Eric with a wicked smile. With this, he unzipped his pants casually, like he was doing something completely normal. He didn’t take his eyes from mine as he released his semi-hard cock – it was just like he was trying to hypnotize me. Eric gently played with himself to call my attention to that big dick of his.

I wanted to kneel right in front of him and suck his cock, which was what he came here for but my pride didn’t want to let me do it. There was a vast debate in my mind for what I’m sure were mere seconds in real life but seemed long, long minutes to me. This man had a strange kind of power over me I did not understand. At this point, he wasn’t forcing me to do anything and my brain told me to just ask him to leave but my body had other plans of its own. My legs lead me to him, I kneeled and, without realizing properly what I was doing, I started to suck his cock. It was getting harder and harder in my mouth and in my hand.

Eric grabbed my pony tail and pushed and pulled to set the rhythm for the blowjob. Once I was doing it the way he liked it, he let go of my hair and surprisingly for me, caressed my face. I was starting to get confused but focused more on giving this man all the pleasure that I could.

I stopped sucking for a moment, looked up and asked him to give me his balls. He put his hands on his pants again and released his heavy, loaded balls. I licked them slowly and tenderly. Up and down, I sucked one ball gently and then released it and licked some more while caressing his shaft as well. I resumed my cock sucking activity and, though he was very big, I managed to deep throat a couple of times. Eric seemed to be relaxing and enjoying my devotion to his dick; he moaned occasionally and sometimes whispered under his breath. I kept sucking and licking until he told me to stop.

“Stand up and take off your clothes for me.”

I obeyed. I took off my sweatshirt and my sweatpants to reveal my lingerie. Before I could even start to take off my bra, he was standing up right next to me. He held me in one arm and pushed my panties to one side with his free hand. I must admit I was dripping wet by then.

“Dripping wet just because I gave you a cock to suck – you’re such a slut. You’re nothing more than a streetwalker, a bitch in heat is exactly what you are.” And he undid my bra and threw it to the other side of the room. He sucked my nipples tenderly but then grabbed my tits hard. I never knew if I should expect Eric to be tender or aggressive with me and not knowing what to expect made me ever hornier.

He ripped my panties in two with his bare hands. The panties I had worked overtime for! That wasn’t fair; I couldn’t allow that at all. He pushed me down and made me kneel again and then get in all fours. I can’t describe how surprised I was when I felt him fingering and licking my wet pussy. His tongue was playing with my engorged clit and his fingers were going deep inside of me. It felt so good I never wanted him to stop. But he did.

“You know what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You dirty whore, you’re going be taught a lesson, aren’t you?”

He put his cock in me so fast I thought he was going to tear me into two. I was so insanely wet that he didn’t have any trouble sliding his massive dick in my sweet pussy, though it is pretty tight. He didn’t move for a while, he just kept his cock shoveled in my sex. He withdrew very, very slowly. It was tormenting but drove me wild with pleasure at the same time. He put in his forefinger inside my now somewhat stretched out pussy and wet it really well.

Somehow I knew what was going to happen next. He teased my asshole with the wet finger and inserted it. He played around and went in and out as I moaned with pleasure, especially when he took it out slowly. He kept teasing me and, with the other hand, guided his dick into my pussy again. I was feeling his thrusts in my horny pussy as well as his finger playing around in my ass. I was going to orgasm soon, really soon. I could feel it coming – that sense of desperateness for him to give it to me stronger, harder.

It happened. My pussy muscles contracted and entrapped his dick, my body shivered all over and I felt that indescribable pleasure run through me. He slowed down while he knew I was having my orgasm but, as soon as he knew it was over, he kept going. Now he was no longer playing with my ass, both his hands were on my hips so he could steady himself and he buried his enormous cock deeper and deeper inside me. He was going very fast, like there was no tomorrow.

Finally, I felt his warm cum filling me. I didn’t expect it to feel so good, so right. He took his cock out of me, carefully as if not to spill his cum.

“Don’t even dare to move, you hear me?” I did as I was told.

He got up, got dressed quickly and only then helped me up. I felt all his cum and my juices run down my inner tights. They were still warm and the sensation was oddly erotic. Eric kissed me tenderly, with one hand on face and said

“You should take the day off tomorrow.” And left.

I stood there, confused. What was I supposed to do or think of what just happened?

XOXO,

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A quickie in a corner (interacial sex)

Since this is the first story I am posting here, perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I’m about 5’4’’, 22 years old, I have dark auburn hair that hits me in the middle of my shoulder blades and I also have big hazel eyes. My lips are very plump and pouty, which I think makes my face attractive and my bra size happens to be a 36E – yes, my boobs are pretty big but I assure you its all natural. Now that you know me, let me start telling you what happened on my co-worker’s wedding…

Pamela has been my co-worker for a couple of years now and we became very good friends. She had been engaged for 5 years when finally decided to get married to John – of course I was invited and attended the wedding. It was a lovely religious ceremony followed by a reception that included dinner. While everybody was getting to the reception, drinks were being served and everybody was mingling. I happened to spot my boss on the corner and I stopped by to say hi since I felt it would be extremely impolite of me not to do so.
My boss is a very handsome, not too tall, African American man. He’s about 30 years old and tends to always look very serious; today was no exception. What nobody knew about my boss, Eric Danna, was that apparently he had a crush on me – he had emailed me a few times, saying that he though I was pretty and flirting generally. I always took that lightly, as a joke, a laughed or giggled. When we were alone, either on meeting rooms or happened to bump into each other in the corridors, we would flirt somewhat but it never went further than that; a couple of winks and almost innocent words.
Today, when I was saying hi and trying to be polite I noticed a couple of other guys looking at me and when I left my boss and went to the bar to get myself a drink, one of them followed and started a conversation. He was being nice and friendly but went away for a few minutes. Another guy approached me and then another. I didn’t know what was going on, but I guess some desperate singles do go to weddings. Meanwhile, my boss came up to me and said:
“Would you mind coming with me? I need to tell you something.”
I did so and he leaded me to a little dark corner, past the bathrooms, almost in the entrance to the kitchen. Nobody would see us there, not the guests that were in the dining room and not the staff that was coming out of the kitchen. He put me against the wall, entrapping me with both his arms, hands firmly pressed against the wall at shoulder level.
“You see, I’m not enjoying this game you’re playing” – he said to me, in a very cocky, yet serious way.
There was a sort of click in my brain and I instantly knew what he was talking about.
“Well, Mr. Danna, I think I know what you mean but you’ll have to excuse me because I am enjoying this game thoroughly.” – I answered, smiling nonchalantly.
He took a deep breath and relaxed his arms a little, as if frustrated. His brown eyes met mine for what appeared to be a long time and he seemed to be looking within my very soul.
“The thing is: I want you. And seeing you surrounded by all these guys displeases me very much. I am not willing to not have you – that is simply not going to happen.”
“Too bad.” – was my response and I quickly escaped his arms, giggling just to tease him. Next thing I knew, I was wondering how his reflexes had been so quick; he had me back in his arms and was kissing me with a mix of aggressiveness and passion I had a hard time understanding. I let go of myself and kissed back but soon realized this could only be a mistake. I tried to set myself free but couldn’t. He was way stronger than me.
Eric let go of me slightly for a second and said:
“Young lady, you need to learn not to mess with me. When I want something, I’m going to have that something. I want you and I’m going to have you.”
I wasn’t laughing or giggling anymore – I was just confused. Letting Eric possess me was something I wanted but was it right to let my boss do this to me? Never mind, my thoughts completely evaporated when I felt his hand working his way up my silk skirt. His strong, warm hand caressing my tights and moving up threw me completely off focus.
I don’t know how exactly, but he made his way up to my pussy. I had on pink silk panties that he played around with. He ran his fingers through the elastic bands and teased my clit through the silky material. It felt amazing. He decided to go even further and put my panties aside to touch me directly.
“You’re so warm and wet, you should be ashamed. You’re ready and I didn’t even have to make an effort. You’re nothing more than a common whore, always ready for whatever cock wants to get in that dirty pussy.”
He let his cock out of his trousers. It was a huge black cock, completely stiff and throbbing. Eric pressed me to the wall with his body again, while grabbing my leg up with one hand. He used his free hand to guide his sex to mine and started to penetrate me. It hurt me bad at first. I wasn’t used to have such big a cock in me and that position wasn’t helping at all. I think he realized he was hurting me and slowed down a little; his desire still showed though. Slowly, he increased the speed of his thrusts again and filled my pussy completely. I didn’t know if I wanted to moan or scream with pleasure. His breath was heavy and that turned me on even more. I searched for his lips to kiss him again but he didn’t let me.
“Kneel. Right now. And open your mouth; I wouldn’t want to stain such a pretty dress.”
I did as I was told and he put the tip of his black dick on my mouth. I sucked it with pleasure and tasted myself in it – it was sweet and creamy. He shoved his cock in my mouth even deeper as I continued to suck. Eric exploded in my mouth without a word or sign of warning and I did my best to swallow every drop of cum he gave me. When he stopped, I licked his dick as if to clean it. To be perfectly honest, I think I wanted to suck him some more and give him a proper blowjob.
Eric helped me up on my feet and told be to go to the bathroom and tidy myself up. Then go back to the party, as people could start to wonder where I was. I did as I was told.
“What have you been doing? I’ve been looking for you!” said Pamela, the bride.
I simply smiled and said I was sorry. I couldn’t tell her I just had the best quickie of my life with a man who happened to also be her boss.


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