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POV: Serve Me On A Banquet Table (Part 2)
If you haven't read Part 1, you really should; ;) https://shopping-feedback.today/filthy/pov-serve-me-on-a-banquet-table-part-1 Several men and women begin stripping you as you struggle to reach the scene before you. From the corner of my eye, I watch you in your frenzy trying to fend off the bodies on you. I smirk and continue to moan from the pleasure of the other waiters that have all joined us.
By Maid To Order5 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN A CHANGE OF LIFE It was a cold day when the CEO of the company announced the company was shutting down. There was total silence as everyone was thinking of how they were going to pay their heating bill this winter. I was fortunate than most having a military pension. I looked over at you and saw tears in your eyes. Your husband just divorced you and moved away and now this. I walk over to give you a hug and tell you, “I am here for you and will help anyway I can”. You throw your arms around me and hold on as you begin to cry. The Human Resource manager takes the podium and starts to talk about the severance package. The corporation that bought the company wanted to cheat the employees, but the Human Resource manager got an attorney involved and got a nice severance for everyone. We were to receive six months’ pay and benefits after the closure. The judge took care of us because we are in an economically depressed area of the country and he felt it would take extra-long to transition to new employment. I whisper in your ear, “It is going to be OK “as I squeeze your hand”. Papers are passed out for everyone to sign saying that they accept the terms of the severance and then the meeting is adjourned. I take your hand and say, “Let me take you to lunch”. You smile and say, “OK but somewhere nice”. I look you and say,” Is Fleming’s nice enough”. You look at me in disbelief as Fleming’s was a very upscale restaurant that Congressmen frequented. I look at you and say, “Come on you deserve it”. You follow me in your car as we take the road down to the riverfront area. I pull into Fleming’s parking lot and took notice of a greatly reduced lunch crowd and thinking, “This is not good”. We follow the waitress to our table and sit overlooking the boats going up and down the river. I order a bottle of wine and we toast to better times ahead as we clink our glasses. We both order steak and eat it slowly talking in between bites. We have been friends for a long time yet had never really dated. I helped you and was there for you all through your divorce yet there seemed to be this wall between us. I was so happy and felt so good because I could sense that the wall had come down and you are comfortable and not on guard with me. We talked and finished the bottle of wine and the waitress asks, “Will there be anything else”. I look at you and you shake your head meaning you do not want desert. I look at the waitress and say, “That will be all please bring the check”. I hand my card to the waitress and she walks over to the computer to run it. I say, “well we do not have to go back to work”. Suddenly I sense that the wall is back up as you blurt out,” I have to pick up my son from school” and I reply,” May I meet him”. I sense you squirm as you say, “Today is not a good day. I give you a hug and say,” If you need anything just call me”. We quietly walk out to our cars and go our separate ways.
By John Harrington5 years ago in Filthy
Pussy Target: A Dart to My Heart for Sanity and Art
A dart stabs straight into my heart whenever Eva and Virginia show me their naked breasts, or spread legs, pussy lips moist and ready. There is no Disney or Marvel Comic fantasy here. This is tangible reality, solid and smooth as a bowling ball. My cock gets thick, and I ache to spurt cream for my girls, my hot, naked, tangible, human, living, breathing, cheerful, aromatic girls. No video entertainment, no known digital art is as good as the real thing, the Coca-Cola on ice in a desert of trivial nonsense. Yes. That is what we get most of the time, from most of our expensive 21st Century entertainments: A desert of trivial nonsense.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
The Conference
I hopped in my boss’ vehicle after putting my luggage in the back. We had a 3 hour trip for a 2 day conference we were both to take. We left Wednesday after work. The car ride was a bit awkward. I had feelings for my boss, Megan, who was always in an unpredictable mood that I did not know what kind of conversation to bring up. Not much personable was said. Just past stories and tidbits about my life and hers. A lot of talk about work, of course, as that was the only topic she was not afraid to bring up. The topic I wanted to bring up was to question her sexuality. But I knew enough to stay clear of that topic. But, I still couldn’t help but wonder. We finally got to the hotel and went to the front desk to check in. The room Megan reserved was a room with 2 double beds. But, the front desk only had a king bed room available. There was a double booking. Megan said well I guess that’s fine as it did not bother either of us. King beds had more than enough room for 2 people. So we went up to the 3rd floor and down the hallway, all the way to the end, to our room. We walked inside. It was a nice room. Even had a jacuzzi. But of course neither of us expected that so neither had a swimsuit.
By Jennifer Skinner5 years ago in Filthy
Trepidation
“His touch was like heroin in my veins, and I was a grateful addict.” ― Kitty Thomas I opened the door and stepped into the room. The late afternoon sun was streaming in through the glass and laid in a puddle across the middle of the wood floor. The room was mostly bare, except for a couch located alongside the far wall. It didn’t appear that anyone actually lived here.
By Erin Barteski5 years ago in Filthy
I give her a rough lesson for being a bitch!
My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 19-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren't always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn't mean I don't have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don't have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 5 years ago in Filthy
I met my lover online!
We met online. When we first started talking, I really wasn't looking for a relationship. I had been scanning he pages of pictures people put up when I came across hers. I thought she was gorgeous. So I left her a little comment telling her that. I moved on along through the pictures, looking for something to masturbate to when I was notified that I had received a message. Not sure who it was from, I ignored it for a bit, figuring it was probably someone spamming the site with ads for cheep Viagra or some kind of supposedly free porn site.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 5 years ago in Filthy
The first blowjob that I had ever given to a bloke before in my life!
My name is Karen, and I'll get right to the point, I love to suck cock. Big or small, doesn't matter, although somewhere in between is what I like best. I just love the way a hard cock feels in my mouth, and I absolutely love the taste of cum. I have sucked my fair share of cock over the years, and have learned some techniques that could drive a man crazy. I can make a guy cum in a matter of minutes, or I can make it last as long as I want. There is also that feeling of control you have over a man when he's cock is in your mouth, and I have had men literally begging me to make them cum.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 5 years ago in Filthy
I fucked a sexy guy in my garage!
"Meet me in the garage," she told him. He looked at her with confusion in his eyes. A sexy smile slowly made its way across her lips. The sexy look in her eyes caught his attention. His eyebrows disappeared into his hair that was hanging over his forehead.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 5 years ago in Filthy
Filthy Game Night!
I'll be a little bit late hon, should I just meet you guys there?" I was on the phone with my wife Andrea, and I was having to stay a few extra minutes at the radio station. My boss had asked for a quick word and I was on the way down to his office.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 5 years ago in Filthy
