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The Bathroom Orgasm
Her feet were sore and achy as she slipped her heels off her feet in the bedroom. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. As she slipped her nylons off, the bathroom began to fog up with steam. She reached to the side of her waist and unzipped her navy-blue skirt allowing it to fall to the floor.
By Brandi Payne6 years ago in Filthy
Sub Zero
I was feeling kind of low and stressed, due to the pressures if work. I worked in insurance and the job was very high demand. As a thirty something woman, with her own house and car, mortgage that I was paying a small fortune for, I had been working as many hours as possible and it was taking its toll. It was the weekend and I had invited my best friend Rory round for a movie and pizza. I had my comfort pj’s on and was waiting for him to turn up. We had been friends since college and spent as much time together as possible, but due to his new job, we had not seen each other for months. Everything was ready for when he arrived, the pizza had been cut, the wine poured, the corn had been popped and the movie paused at the beginning.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Club Style
I was at work, in the best club in town. Every night it was packed full of people, getting wasted and hooking up. The night was over, but I had been asked to lock up. The boss had had to leave early, an emergency at home apparently. The clean up staff had left, and I was on my own. Doing this didn't happen often but when it did, I liked to hang around when it was quiet to clear my head. As I wandered round the building, checking the doors and turning off the lights, I thought I could hear people chatting. My imagination running wild again I told myself. I cleared the first floor and the basement and headed up the stairs to the second floor. Again, I swore I could hear voices, they seemed to be coming from the office, but the only person with keys to that room was the manager. I crept along the corridor as the voices got louder, I didn't want to startle whoever was in that room. I reached the door and found it open a crack. I peered through the gap and found the desk lamp on and 2 writhing naked bodies bent over the desk. It was Sarah the manager and Jo the head barmaid. I was astonished. Sarah was married with children, and she was MEANT to be at home. I was in 2 minds as to what to do. Did I storm in and confront them, or do I leave them to it so I can avoid the embarrassment for everyone. Thinking it over gave me time to stare through the door at them. Their entwined bodies, gleaming in the light. I could just make out the slope of a breast and their tongues darting in each others mouths. I realised that I had been there for a few minutes but felt unable to turn away. I saw Sarah grab jo's breast and lower her mouth to it. I watched as her tongue swirl around the swollen nipple before she sucked on it. Sharp cries escaped Jo's mouth as she rubbed at Sarah's mound with her hand. I felt the all too familiar sensation flood my own pussy as my excitement built. My hand went to my own breast, and gently squeezed. I looked on again as the couple shifted position so that Sarah was perched on the edge of the table with her legs spread, and Jo knelt down between them. Jo moved her mouth to cover Sarah's clit and I could hear her sucking on the little bud. Sarah threw her head back and gasped as Jo lapped at her pussy. My own pussy ached to be touched and I slipped a hand underneath my own skirt. I slowly rubbed my clit whilst Jo finger fucked Sarah on her own desk. I heard Sarah come and watched Jo lick her own fingers clean. I was now rubbing hard on my own little bud enjoying the scene before me. Sarah got her breath back and angled Jo, over the desk. Sarah rummaged in her drawer and pulled out a strap on. She expertly fitted the large cock to her and I came hard thinking of the possibilities. I must have let out a moan as they both turned to look at the door. I stumbled back but it was too late, they had seen me. Sarah demanded I go into the room and I hurriedly pushed down my skirt. Once in the room I was asked how long I had been there and what I had seen. My cheeks flushed red as I lied and said a moment. Sarah knew immediately that I was lying and threatened to fire me if I didn't answer her truthfully. I explained how long I had been there and what I had seen. They looked at each other and smiled. They asked if I was going to tell anyone what I had seen. I shook my head and looked down at the floor. I really did not want to be there any longer but that was not the plan. The girls moved from the desk and made their way to my sides. They each put a hand on my back and the other on my breasts. They teased me that I had been playing with myself whilst watching them. They both gently fondled my breasts through my shirt until both nipples stood out. My boobs were pert enough not to need a bra, and they took advantage of this by nibbling through the material. My nipples ached to be licked and sucked, so they removed my shirt for me. They then started kissing my neck and stroking my back, until I was breathing harder. I was soon begging them to fuck me. I was so turned on that I no longer cared. I wanted that strap on rammed hard into me and that's what I told them. Jo laid back on the desk while I ravished her full breasts. Sarah was doing all she could to give me every bit of the 10" of plastic cock she had at her disposal. My screams were muffled by the swell of Jo's huge tits. Before long I was unable to hold off anymore and my juices pumped out and over Sarah's body and down my legs. I promised I would keep the secret to myself, if I could join in regularly. It was agreed that once a week we would all meet in different spots to have our own little party.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Room Service
I’m somewhere on an island, walking along the beach. There’s a nice cool breeze that rushes past me as the sun is just about ready to set. I head back to my hotel suite to call for room service. After a long day, I’m craving a nice glass of red wine and some chocolate. After making the phone call, I decide to take a quick shower before they arrive. I’m in the process of rinsing off, when I hear a knock at the door. A deep voice calls out, “Room Service!” Panicking a little, I quickly finish rinsing off, hop out the shower, and grab a robe. I open the door, and the first thing I notice is his dreads. They were long and shiny…as if they were just freshly done.
By Janelle Hamilton6 years ago in Filthy
Recovery
One cold, wet and windy night, I was driving along a narrow winding road. Trees and hedges lined both sides with the occasional gap for farmers to access their fields. It was the early hours and there was no-one else around. I was not going very fast due to the restricted view ahead. I had my main beam on knowing that I would see lights coming the other way, when all of a sudden there was nothing. The lights died, shortly followed by the engine. I came to a gradual stop in the entrance to a field and put the handbrake on. I tried the hazard lights but everything was dead.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown6 years ago in Filthy
Me vs The Monster D
I met “Monster D” online. I can’t say I was looking for anything in particular, just knew I was bored and lonely. Let me be the first to say that is a bad combination. But I digress. See, I was upset about a “significant other” cheating and getting someone pregnant. I guess you can say I just wanted some attention. And needless to say, “Monster D” was giving it to me. After a few hours of conversation, we decided to meet. My family was coming in town for Thanksgiving, so it was a “late night” meeting. But then, I got a call about making money and that will always come first. Monster D called and said he was in town and could we at least meet. I agreed and we set a location. I was nervous as hell! I pull up to the meeting spot and he gets out of this car you would expect a high school girl to get out of. But what I saw kinda over shadowed the car that he was too damn big to be in! Honey, he had a monster in his pants. And apparently he did not have on any underwear. It wasn’t even at attention and was speaking to me! I tried to focus on his face but I couldn’t. I kept looking down! He noticed and laughed, but he knew what the hell he was doing. I finally break my gaze at his monster and finally pay attention to him and we hug and laugh. I tell him to let me go make this money and if it’s not too late, I’ll swing by. We hug again and walk away. All the way to my location and while doing hair, he texted and we talked and laughed. I brought up that monster he brought with him and he thought that was hilarious. I, on the other hand was dead ass serious. By the time I finished hair, it was too late and I was too tired. We texted until I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up wanting some “Monster D”, so I texted asking about it. He sent the address and I was on the way. I arrive and he instantly starts kissing me. I mean kissing me as if we were in a full on relationship. The thought of it was a down right turn on, however, his breath tasted nasty. Don’t laugh! So I instantly stop and allow him to kiss my neck. Before I knew it, my clothes, well my dress was off! I purposely didn’t wear a bra or any panties! Again, I was on a mission! He laid me down on the bed and ate my cukies like a batch of “fresh out the oven chocolate chip cookies”. And my juices were the milk.
By Love MeTrue6 years ago in Filthy
From Pool Boy To Cabana Man
If you can withstand eighty percent humidity with temperatures in the eighty's year-round except for during the rainy season I have the most excellent place for you to visit. It's at my place in the Maldives. The weather is breathtaking every day of the year. The water is just right. Sand tickling your toes. The beaches are pristine white and golden sands much like the bodies down here. Everyone has nice golden suntans. There's not a body down here that has bikini lines. Everyone is beautiful in all shapes and sizes. It's the perfect place to be. The food is ethnically a little different but still has similar tastes as to that as of being in America.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Fantasies
Let me start by saying, my doctor is fine ass fuck! Brow skinned, 6’3”… maybe 6’4”. Hell, I don’t know for real, all I know is that he’s tall. He’s got gorgeous brown eyes. Big hands and big feet. So that means he’s gotta have a big dick, right? I would love to find out. I have never seen him with a ring on his finger. Every time I go, I always get this vibe that he’s feeling me but he wants to be professional.
By Ashley Fairconnetue6 years ago in Filthy
