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The redhead takes Chair for test drive.

The next time they met, The Chair had finally begun to look like a chair - albeit a chair with many perverted attachments.

It now looked like a simple black vinyl chair with cuffs attached at several points. The base pedestal was now covered with 4 plywood panels that had been covered with a thin layer of batting and vinyl. These panels were secured to the base with Velcro, enabling easy removal for servicing. While in the normal sitting position with the leg supports together, the thrusting units and their linkages are concealed underneath the leg supports. Currently, a cable ran from the base to the computer that had been setup on a nearby table. In the future he planned on replacing this cable connection with a wireless link. A power cord from the base was plugged into the nearest 110 volt wall outlet.

He & bikini girl play with toys – and each other.

“This story picks up at the end of “Six Floors Down”.”

I lied in bed thinking about my morning with my bikini girl. I knew it was real, but it just seemed too much like a fleeting memory. Almost like a ghost had swept in and, well, taken mind-blowingly good care of my penis.

But, there was the promise of another round to sustain me. If she was serious about continuing tomorrow morning, I had only mere hours to wait. I tossed and turned most of the night, able to think of nothing else but my bikini girl. Her perfect breasts. Her radiant skin. Her graceful hands and feet. Her tanned midriff. And her eyes. I felt like after looking into her bright blue eyes, I would never be able to look into another woman’s eyes again without feeling disappointed.

Alex and Shanna form a circle of orgasm.

Hi again, friends and perverts. It’s me, Alexandra, ready to relate the next chapter of my little tale of debauchery. You really should check out part 1, honest. Take ten minutes out of your day for a little sexy back story. Your orgasm will be that much better. No lie.

So this is the part where things get a little weird. And by weird, I mean that my Machiavellian little mind was slowly forming an evil plan to turn sweet Shanna completely to the dark side. Little did I know I’d be dragging at least one other delicious young coed down with us, but at the time, my only goal was to get Shann in touch with her inner slut.

She shares the taste of her man.

Cathy and I had been living together for a few months and the sex was great. We got intense pleasure in pleasing each other. When we were naked together I would ask her what she wanted and she would say anything you want. I could not deny her so when she would suck on my dick, I would very often cum in her mouth. I would look down at her and see her brown hair swishing around my stomach, then she would look me in the eye and bob her head faster and deeper on my rock hard dick. My orgasm would start at my toes, work it’s way up through my balls and spew into Cathy’s waiting mouth as I screamed. That just made Cathy suck even harder on my dick, making sure she got every last drop of my cum. The sensation for me would become so intense that I would have to grab her by the head and pull her off my dick because I could take no more. At least for a little while.

She begins to discover essence of sex in practice.

Once again, the following morning I felt a little ashamed of myself, especially when I saw the underwear lying balled up beside the bed. Even so, there was still a sense of discovery. I felt that a door had been opened to a whole new world and it was, if nothing else, exciting.

I fought any temptation to repeat that experience for three days. By mid-week however, I found myself daydreaming in class, wondering what it would be like to have a boy touching me. I had no one particular in mind; in fact he was faceless but tall and strong. It must have been obvious that I was distracted. I was usually the perfect student and several teachers and some of my friends asked if I was OK.

A pastor’s wife finds out what she’s been missing.

It was a cold and dreary day as Jeb exited from his car and walked toward his eastside home. He could well remember a day when he was happy to be coming home but not anymore. Not since Laura had died in that terrible accident last week, a week when everything seemed to just stop. In fact, Jeb had done almost nothing since his wife died. He had stopped attending Sunday and Wednesday church services, stopped his Friday night bowling with his friends; yes, Jeb had stopped doing almost everything he normally did except for showing up to his job everyday.

Brad secretly videos his wife masturbating.

I love watching my wife masturbate. On occasion, she’s even invited me to do so, but not often enough for my tastes. What she doesn’t know is, I watch her far more often than that.

Nearly a year before Chris and I married, I had finally gotten around to building a new home. Residing in a fairly upper-class neighborhood, many of my friends and neighbors had installed elaborate security systems. Through one of those friends, I had contracted with an individual to establish a safe system within my new home as well. We’d been going over the details together when Andy mentioned he could place several cameras inside of the house if I wanted. I thought about that, but knew with Chris and I already engaged to be married, she wouldn’t be real happy about having a bunch of camera’s capable of watching her every move. When Andy assured me that he could install them in such a way that she’d never even know they were there, I went for it.

She fantasizes about a man she can’t have.

Gwen climbed the lush carpeted stairs to her bedroom with a smile spread across her lips. She was dizzy from her most recent encounter with a man she knew only from a distance, a man whose voice echoed in her mind when she closed her eyes at night. She knew he would never be hers but still she yearned for him in the dark. When she was alone in bed, her mind raced with thoughts of him. When she imagined their meetings, the mere way he spoke to her would drive her beyond rationalization, into the realms of primitive sexual desire. Because she knew she could never really have him, she relented to having him in her fantasies.

Younger Neighbor shares secrets, wild side.

“Did you miss me?”

I had. It had only been a couple of days, but Tammy had been on my mind a lot. Now she was standing at my door, hand on hip, shoulders back and a sly smile on her face. I glanced from the smile to the breasts accentuated by a tight tank top, back to the smile.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

She practically bounded into my apartment, giving me a bump with a hip as she passed, a mischievous smiled on her face. I fetched us each a beer, and when I returned she had settled onto a corner of the couch with her sandals off. We sat there staring at each other and I asked what she was up to

Five girls form a club to end all clubs.

“Attention censors–All participants are over 18.

Attention guys — No 38 DDD’s here. No anal or other female cruelty either.”

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It all started when my sister in law, Gail, called and said our friend Alice had decided to supplement her income with something called Slumbertime Parties. She still had a 4 year old at home and was both bored and just a bit short on money for her personal self.

I already knew that the parties were to demonstrate and sell erotic items to women. I did not know the extent of the product line.