It was not unusual for Elliot Reid to spend about an hour crying in one of the storage closets. The thing that was unusual was what she was crying about.nnNormally she cried over things like when Dr Cox was to hard on her, or when she didn't know the answers to the questions Dr Kelso asked her at rounds, or when another relationship failed, but this was far worse than all of those things and as a result she had cried longer and harder than ever before.nnJordan Sullivan, a member of the Board of Directors at the hospital where Elliot worked, had manipulated the blonde and used her like some kind of sex slave.nnJordan had spanked Elliot and finger fucked her before somehow tricking her into eating her to orgasm while she masturbated herself to an orgasm of her own.nnTo make matters worse Jordan's ex-husband Dr Cox had caught them in the act and although he hadn't done anything as of yet he had let Elliot know that he knew it was her going down on his ex-wife and considering there was tension between them already Elliot feared what Dr Cox would do next time she saw him.nnThat was why while crying in the closet she had decided to do something before this situation got out of hand.nnSo Elliot wiped away her tears and finally came out of the closet, desperately trying to ignore the metaphor of that, and focus on finding Dr Cox so that she could explain to him what happened. Unfortunately when she saw him she completely lost her nerve and hid from him.nnShe quickly decided she couldn't just go up to him and apologise for eating out his former wife and knew she couldn't trust herself not to say something stupid like that to him if they were ever forced to interact again, which was only a matter of time given this hospital so she quickly had to come up with another option.nnUnfortunately for Elliot, her only other option was to talk to Jordan.nnDr Cox and Jordan were both equally scary to Elliot, but for better or for worse out of the two evils she chose to try Jordan.nnAfter all, just because their last interaction hadn't ended that well that didn't mean the same thing was going to happen again, right? Right?nnShe didn't have a choice. Somehow she had to convince Jordan to tell Dr Cox it wasn't Elliot who had been going down on her, or it had all been Jordan's idea and she had manipulated Elliot into it, which was technically true, or something, anything that would get her off the hook.nnShe asked a few doctors and nurses if they had seen Jordan to which they replied they had but no one seemed to know where she was.nnElliot got the impression that the people she asked were looking at her strangely, and so was everyone else for that matter.nnAnd then in the middle of walking down the corridor a horrible realisation hit Elliot.nnOnly an hour ago another woman had covered her face in cum and pussy juice and since then she had not had the chance to wash her face.

My name is Keith Ray. A tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. I have a secret to share with you. I've got no conscience whatsoever. People don't understand me. I've been called everything from functional psychopath to cunning sociopath. I call myself a Free Spirit. A man who does what he wants and lets no one hold him back. Currently, I'm impersonating FBI agent Simon Peterson, who was supposed to go undercover inside a maximum security prison in Massachusetts to investigate corruption among the corrections officers, some state troopers and some of the prison gang lords. Apparently, there's a flourishing drug trade behind bars and everyone is benefiting. I got rid of the federal agent by putting him in a coma and took his place. I went undercover, mostly to see what it would be like. I crave thrills, you see. I need to engage in risky behavior every frigging day otherwise I get bored out of my skull and you don't want to see that.nnSo, here I am. A prisoner. There are lots of prisoners at the facility. Three thousand, in fact. They're an interesting bunch. The prison subculture is organized into different groups or factions vying for power.

Something Monica loved to do a few times a week, when she could, was to go canoeing on the lake adjacent to campus. That was one reason she decided to go to college here, because the campus was located on a large lake, a lake big enough to canoe on for hours on end. She usually canoed alone. She enjoyed the serenity of being by herself out in the middle of the big, tranquil lake, gliding along silently across the smooth waters. She'd usually go in the late afternoon after her last class and only bring the canoe back when it started to get dark. Monica grew up in the city, in St. Paul, but her grandparents lived in northern Minnesota, near the Canadian border. That was lake country, and since she was a little kid Monica had spent idyllic summers up there, regularly going canoeing with her family for as long as she could remember.nnOne afternoon Monica was out canoeing when, suddenly, she caught sight of a speedboat heading her way. These boats were the scourge of canoeists and rowers, with their speed, their loud engines and the generally reckless way they were often steered. Usually it was a bunch of guys racing around in them, most often loaded on beer, sometimes showing off for their girlfriends. In this boat there were three guys and right away Monica could see they seemed like jerks, hooting and hollering at her. They were probably a bunch of Fraternity creeps from Greek row.nnWhen they noticed Monica canoeing alone they suddenly veered toward her. She was frightened but there was nothing she could do. They steered right alongside her boat, almost into it, creating a wave that nearly capsized the canoe. Monica managed to evade that potential disaster, but now she found that the water the speedboat had kicked up had splashed all over her and her canoe and she was completely drenched.nn"Asshole motherfuckers!" she shouted at them, enraged. But they just turned and laughed at her like a pack of idiots.

"You'll need to nuzzle in deeper than that to lick me, Honey." Ms. E's voice was a gentle contralto - just as calm and pleasant as it was when she greeted me in the hall.nn"Are you going to crack my head like a walnut again?" She'd pulled up her skirt so our eyes could meet, and she could see that I was smiling.nn"I'd never." But we both knew that she would - or at least her plump thighs would try to when she was on the verge of orgasm. The truth was that I really didn't mind, but I liked to teas her.nnI gave her thighs one last kiss. I always started by kissing her thighs - her skin was so soft there, so supple that it begged to be nibbled and licked. When she wore nylons (and she often did) I couldn't ignore the curve where her pale skin blossomed fleshily out of the top of the lacy band - I was an addict.nnHer legs shifted position, and her round bottom lifted from the comforter as I slid further into the vertex between her thighs. She cinched her skirt up to watch me and flinched, giggling when my lips pressed against her panties. This week her panties were cotton, but a sleek black printed with tiny purple flowers; they were always pretty and feminine. And as always, they were new - the creases had been ironed out, but they still smelled faintly of plastic beneath her subtle perfume and her own, stronger odor. I sucked them into my mouth until they were slick with my saliva, until I'd leeched out both the light dew of her anticipation and the slightly bitter stain of some excitement earlier in the day when she must have soaked them through. I often found her new panties previously (or still) moist, and I liked to imagine that she'd spent the whole morning at church thinking about the afternoon. I imagined her sitting on a hard wooden pew in my mental image of some generic church, pretending to focus on a hymnal, crossing her legs to contain the warmth flowing in her loins, but squeezing her thighs tight and squirming just enough to cultivate the pleasure of her clandestine fantasy.nnFor a minute or two I pushed my nose into fleshy part of her mons while I tongued and nibbled at the bulges of her labia through the screen of her panties, but that was just a wicked tease for both of us and she'd soon slipped the panties down her legs to drape around one of her ankles. It was important to her that she be the one to remove her panties herself, so while they were in place I didn't probe with my tongue or finger or push the crotch stirrup away for better access.

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's violent revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her pastor. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related her experience of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards, whilst Jake, the actor, had a delightful story about an African tribe whose Princess found her Prince and enjoyed the sexual rites of marriage with the whole village. On the morning of the sixth day, the Author told her tale of two French pen pals vying to fuck their English correspondent - one of them got the mother instead. After lunch, they had enjoyed a Grecian romp amongst the soft fruit, chocolate sauce and cream.nnChapter 20. The Director's Tale. The Wedding NuptialsnnAfter dinner the guests made their way into the lounge. Everyone was in a jolly mood. Emma sat with Bill in one of the copious settees whilst Mary and Anne, both wearing only leather thongs for a halter bra, a heavily studded leather belt round the waist, and calf length black leather boots, served coffee and liqueurs.nnThe contrast between the two ladies caused much good humoured comment. Mary with her shaven groin, inner thighs and vulva except for a circular patch of close cropped curly hair on her swollen mound contrasted with Anne's genitals, which were covered with a prominent expanse of lush, black curly hair reaching a peak at her navel, spreading from hip bone to hip bone, down the inner sides of her thighs, entirely covering her vulva - so that her clitoral hood peeped out of the thicket rather like a small penis - continuing into the cleft of her bottom.nnEmma had rarely seen such a thatch on a man, let alone a woman. The two women allowed themselves to be teased good-humouredly, their nipples to be kissed and nibbled by the men and the cheeks of their bottoms stroked, as they served the drinks.nnJulie called the guests to attention. 'Tonight's story is from George.

Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.

Part II: Lisa Discovers Shane's IdentitynnI remembered Lisa's cell number, wrote it down just before I left. I pulled out and headed for my parents house. Lisa left shortly after and giddy as ever, since she connected with this guy, of course that being me, because she got it on that evening! I made her feel as if she was the sexiest princess in town. To me, she was the sexiest in town!nnI arrived home, laid down for a short nights sleep, got up, took a shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. I was excited about meeting up again with Lisa. I wanted to have another thrilling time like last night. "God, I thought to myself, what a body, she has to be sexy! It's going to be awesome to be with her and be able to see how cute she actually is!"nnLittle did I know that she actually was cuter then cute! In fact, prettier then I'd ever imagine! I'd meet Lisa for a rendezvous that would turn into more then either Lisa or I expected! Yeah, that was for damn sure!nnSheila, or Lisa as she let herself be known to me, got home and danced up to her room, not knowing I was already home and in bed. Of course, she wasn't any wiser that she and I, acting as Shane, was who she was with that evening. nnSheila lay her head down on her pillow, but she couldn't fall asleep as she began thinking about Shane. She thought about how he possessed a charismatic charm and style. She enabled herself to be seduced by him. She loved being seduced by Shane!

In chapter 01, Sara vividly recalls the cum-soaked farewell party given to her by her crewmates, as she embarked on her probe ship mission.nnSlipping back to the reality of the tiny probe-ship, Sara found a damp patch on her skin-tight flightsuit, where she had been rubbing herself through the material. Burning with desire, her previous horny state only aggravated by the memories of her last orgy, Sara stripped out of her suit, and lay back naked on the pilot's couch. Her fingers found her clit, and a sigh escaped her lips as the direct pleasure of her own skin hit her. nnSara's eyes closed, her head fell back and her mouth hung open, as her fingers began to move in small rapid circles over her clit, feverishly working her towards the release she so desperately craved. It came upon her in under a minute, her pussy clamping down on a non-existent cock, the waves of pleasure rolling over her, her juices flowing liberally out of her pussy, where they ran down between her legs and onto the warm soft fabric of the couch. Sara's fingers slowed their assault on her pleasure button, but kept up enough pressure that the aftershocks continued for as long as she could stand it. nnSitting up a few minutes later, Sara found she still ached for sexual gratification, her pussy craved a hot rod of man-meat, and a good dousing of jism. Opening the personal storage compartment under her seat, she pulled out the purchase she had made just before embarking. Breaking the seal on the packaging she extracted her new 'RealDick5000' the latest in dildo technology. nnSara had read about this in a netzine, and had decided it would go some way to mitigating her enforced celibacy. Packed with technology, the fake phallus she held in her hand could be programmed to almost any shape or size, along with a huge range of motion. The feature that had most attracted Sara however, was the incredibly lifelike feel, along with the large hanging balls, that on command could pump out a sizable quantity of fake manjuice. nnHolding her semi-erect substitute dick at the base, Sara couldn't resist popping the head of it into her mouth, just like she would with a real man. To her surprise, it felt and tasted exactly as it should, and as she began to lick and suck on it, the computer wizardry caused it to stiffen and enlarge, until she had a fully erect, throbbing 6-inch male organ in her grasp. Sara knew she could program the RealDick5000 to be almost any size she wanted, but hadn't read the manual yet, and was far too horny to stop now. As far as she was concerned, right now this was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. nnLaying back on her couch, Sara rubbed the head of the dildo over her pussy, still wet from her earlier activity, and now growing wetter by the second. The already warm cock in her hand grew perceptibly hotter, and pre-cum began to ooze from the end. A tiny part of Sara's brain told her she had gotten her credit's worth with this one.