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Artist and model go well beyond a professional relationship.
Amy came back into the studio wearing the pleated skirt and platform shoes, with a sweater. The weather had been getting cooler over the last few weeks, so they were not inappropriate clothes to be wearing. It was a fairly eccentric outfit for a girl like Amy to be wearing, but it wasn't as attention-grabbing as whatever she would normally go out in. It was obvious what her intention was, but instead of trying to talk her out of it as I might have done before, I remembered the promise I had made to myself in the coffee shop and decided to go with the flow.
Amy came back into the studio wearing the pleated skirt and platform shoes, with a sweater. The weather had been getting cooler over the last few weeks, so they were not inappropriate clothes to be wearing. It was a fairly eccentric outfit for a girl like Amy to be wearing, but it wasn’t as attention-grabbing as whatever she would normally go out in. It was obvious what her intention was, but instead of trying to talk her out of it as I might have done before, I remembered the promise I had made to myself in the coffee shop and decided to go with the flow. Read more »
She finds interesting way of increasing her earnings.
The Cleaner,
Hello, my name's Laura and I want to relate to you an interesting story about what happened after being let down by my hubby. I accepted one of my employer's offers to become a nude cleaner, and this is how it changed my life.
It was strange how it happened, how over one little incident my whole life could change.
I can still remember every detail of what happened that evening. I was working for a friend of mine at a part time job as an office cleaner. I was unable to work at a full time job because I have an ailing mother to look after. I did not mind cleaning. The crew I worked with was a fun crowd and we had some laughs together.
The Cleaner,
Hello, my name’s Laura and I want to relate to you an interesting story about what happened after being let down by my hubby. I accepted one of my employer’s offers to become a nude cleaner, and this is how it changed my life.
It was strange how it happened, how over one little incident my whole life could change.
I can still remember every detail of what happened that evening. I was working for a friend of mine at a part time job as an office cleaner. I was unable to work at a full time job because I have an ailing mother to look after. I did not mind cleaning. The crew I worked with was a fun crowd and we had some laughs together. Read more »
Exhibitionist babe is hired to help traveling salesman.
*PART 1: THE MALL*
"Dude, look at that!" said Austin to his high school buddies Josh and Zach. They looked at where Austin was pointing, toward a woman bending over to get something out of the trunk of her car, which was parked at the mall parking lot. She was bent over at the waist and her tiny pink skirt made no effort to cover her ass, which was tight, round and tan and covered – for lack of a better word – only by a barely there white thong which neatly split not only her ass cheeks, but also her pussy lips. They couldn't see her face or tits, but they could see a pair of long, slender, well-toned tan legs and a pair of white stiletto heels.
*PART 1: THE MALL*
“Dude, look at that!” said Austin to his high school buddies Josh and Zach. They looked at where Austin was pointing, toward a woman bending over to get something out of the trunk of her car, which was parked at the mall parking lot. She was bent over at the waist and her tiny pink skirt made no effort to cover her ass, which was tight, round and tan and covered – for lack of a better word – only by a barely there white thong which neatly split not only her ass cheeks, but also her pussy lips. They couldn’t see her face or tits, but they could see a pair of long, slender, well-toned tan legs and a pair of white stiletto heels. Read more »
Young woman is photographed naked.
She's one of the girls that the modeling agency sends over two or three times a week, a plain brunette, with straight, limp hair parted in the middle, nothing extraordinary in the looks department, not that it really matters. My interest lies elsewhere. She's young, maybe nineteen or twenty. To be honest, I don't really pay close attention because the recent models I've seen have been disappointing. Beautiful girls. A couple of real knock-outs. But not what I am looking for. Nevertheless, I put on my game face and go through the motions.
She’s one of the girls that the modeling agency sends over two or three times a week, a plain brunette, with straight, limp hair parted in the middle, nothing extraordinary in the looks department, not that it really matters. My interest lies elsewhere. She’s young, maybe nineteen or twenty. To be honest, I don’t really pay close attention because the recent models I’ve seen have been disappointing. Beautiful girls. A couple of real knock-outs. But not what I am looking for. Nevertheless, I put on my game face and go through the motions. Read more »
Stranger takes advantage of nympho cheerleader's weakness.
Carrie stood in front of her student mailbox staring at the note. It was a half sheet of notebook paper with a message scrawled across it in pencil. It looked as though the person who had written it had pressed down with a lot of force.
It said, "I'm going to beat off while I watch you tonight. Go Tigers" She shivered. It was the third note that she had gotten in as many weeks. She looked up at the clock. It was 3:30. The pre-game pep rally started in two hours. She had just enough time to grab a bite to eat.
Carrie stood in front of her student mailbox staring at the note. It was a half sheet of notebook paper with a message scrawled across it in pencil. It looked as though the person who had written it had pressed down with a lot of force.
It said, “I’m going to beat off while I watch you tonight. Go Tigers” She shivered. It was the third note that she had gotten in as many weeks. She looked up at the clock. It was 3:30. The pre-game pep rally started in two hours. She had just enough time to grab a bite to eat. Read more »
You watch and you're being watched.
I am standing on the balcony, a cool breeze lifts my skirt and brushes lightly over my skin as I gaze at the city lights, hear the bustle of the late night travelers below.
The hotel buildings are shaped like a U, a small courtyard pool between them. I can see into the windows across the way, one in particular draws my attention.
There is a couple there...naked....I can only see her but I know she is not alone. She is standing with her hands pressed up against the cool glass of the sliding door, I can see his hands moving over her body from behind.
I am standing on the balcony, a cool breeze lifts my skirt and brushes lightly over my skin as I gaze at the city lights, hear the bustle of the late night travelers below.
The hotel buildings are shaped like a U, a small courtyard pool between them. I can see into the windows across the way, one in particular draws my attention.
There is a couple there…naked….I can only see her but I know she is not alone. She is standing with her hands pressed up against the cool glass of the sliding door, I can see his hands moving over her body from behind. Read more »
Public exhibitionism in an adult theatre.
I loved to buy her sexy clothes, and watch her try them on. Whatever she didn't like, we returned. Often, she found herself accepting, and her response was always very interesting to me. It was a conflict within her to accept something more risqué than she would have chosen for herself. But it was also very stimulating to her to see herself looking so sexy, as long as it wasn't trashy.
So, it was a challenge to find outfits that were sexy, and that she would also want to keep and use. I loved to play with her this way! I loved the look that came to her when she is stared at her sexy-self in the mirror. It was like she was looking at a different person, and it kind of transformed her.
I loved to buy her sexy clothes, and watch her try them on. Whatever she didn’t like, we returned. Often, she found herself accepting, and her response was always very interesting to me. It was a conflict within her to accept something more risqué than she would have chosen for herself. But it was also very stimulating to her to see herself looking so sexy, as long as it wasn’t trashy.
So, it was a challenge to find outfits that were sexy, and that she would also want to keep and use. I loved to play with her this way! I loved the look that came to her when she is stared at her sexy-self in the mirror. It was like she was looking at a different person, and it kind of transformed her. Read more »
Trevor and Elise get to the party.
"Sorry this has taken so long to finish, but real life had to interject the writing process. I want to thank all the fans of the previous chapters for helping me get motivated to write more to the story as well as the editors that helped me make this a good series! Be sure to read the previous chapters of Odd Opportunities before reading this and subsequent chapters. Everything will make much more sense for you. Enjoy and please leave any feedback you might have!"
Once we got into Omaha I scoped out a steakhouse right off the interstate, and tried waking Trevor up. He wouldn't budge, even when I whistled loudly. Then I got a wicked idea. I reached over to him, and as sneakily as possible reached inside his sweats to fondle his flaccid cock. I was surprised at how big he was, even in this non_excited state, as it still was longer than my hand clenched around it. Then I shook it around, yelling, "Wakey_wakey! Eggs and bakey!" All the while laughing like crazy.
“Sorry this has taken so long to finish, but real life had to interject the writing process. I want to thank all the fans of the previous chapters for helping me get motivated to write more to the story as well as the editors that helped me make this a good series! Be sure to read the previous chapters of Odd Opportunities before reading this and subsequent chapters. Everything will make much more sense for you. Enjoy and please leave any feedback you might have!”
Once we got into Omaha I scoped out a steakhouse right off the interstate, and tried waking Trevor up. He wouldn’t budge, even when I whistled loudly. Then I got a wicked idea. I reached over to him, and as sneakily as possible reached inside his sweats to fondle his flaccid cock. I was surprised at how big he was, even in this non_excited state, as it still was longer than my hand clenched around it. Then I shook it around, yelling, “Wakey_wakey! Eggs and bakey!” All the while laughing like crazy. Read more »
Drenched in Sin.
*Bathed in Sunlight*
It was a sadistically hot summer afternoon – the kind of relentless, steaming-hot furnace that provided a taste of what hell should be like. Hot – incredibly fucking hot. The entire world seemed hushed and muted, as even the birds sought refuge from the rippling waves of heat that scorched everything they touched.
It was perfect, absolutely perfect.
Cindy"s skin was moist with perspiration in an instant as she walked from her car across the parking lot to the entrance to the swimming pool at the country club. The heat boiling up from the asphalt hit her like a sledgehammer after the cool, air-conditioned interior of her car. The hot breeze played with her long dark hair, giving her a steamy, wanton, on-the-prowl look.
*Bathed in Sunlight*
It was a sadistically hot summer afternoon – the kind of relentless, steaming-hot furnace that provided a taste of what hell should be like. Hot – incredibly fucking hot. The entire world seemed hushed and muted, as even the birds sought refuge from the rippling waves of heat that scorched everything they touched.
It was perfect, absolutely perfect.
Cindy”s skin was moist with perspiration in an instant as she walked from her car across the parking lot to the entrance to the swimming pool at the country club. The heat boiling up from the asphalt hit her like a sledgehammer after the cool, air-conditioned interior of her car. The hot breeze played with her long dark hair, giving her a steamy, wanton, on-the-prowl look. Read more »
Jackie & Sarah take bite of Big Apple - & each other.
Jackie
I first "met" Jackie as I browsed the stories on Literotica, looking for accounts of women who were exploring their bisexual sides. I don't think of myself as bisexual, but I do have many erotic fantasies about women. So reading about it first seemed like a nice, safe thing to do.
That is until I got to know Jackie. I learned quickly that the words "safe" and "Jackie" don't belong in the same sentence. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I stumbled onto her story one night after my husband had gone off to bed. He works hard, gets up early, goes to bed early, and as a result, our sex life is pretty well programmed. I've found Literotica to be a badly needed outlet and a way to explore new feelings and thoughts.
Jackie
I first “met” Jackie as I browsed the stories on Literotica, looking for accounts of women who were exploring their bisexual sides. I don’t think of myself as bisexual, but I do have many erotic fantasies about women. So reading about it first seemed like a nice, safe thing to do.
That is until I got to know Jackie. I learned quickly that the words “safe” and “Jackie” don’t belong in the same sentence. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
I stumbled onto her story one night after my husband had gone off to bed. He works hard, gets up early, goes to bed early, and as a result, our sex life is pretty well programmed. I’ve found Literotica to be a badly needed outlet and a way to explore new feelings and thoughts. Read more »