Just before Van got to the edge of the dancefloor, his urge to go came back. He turned around just in time to see Marsha walk out of the same bathroom he was just in. Van looked at Marsha puzzled and she looked at him trying to figure out what he was looking at. "What's up" she said. "Nothing, I'm heading to the bathroom, hadn't seen you for a while." he replied. "Well, now you have. Meet me at the bar when you're done playing with yourself in there." Marsha said.
An uneventful bathroom trip later, Van pushed the door open to the thumping of the music. The bodies mashed into each other. Van remembered his own body mashing into some girl sitting on a stool. He saw Sam a few feet in front of him. "Yo Sam" he said trying to get his attention. The music was too loud and Sam didn
The music thumped as Marsha, Van, and Sam danced in the dark night club on the first floor of their hotel, The Underground. As the songs transitioned with precision, Marsha danced closer to Van, "I can feel the bass pounding in my chest" she said leaning in. "Kind of like you at the Palace" she added as she laughed and danced away into the crowd. Van looked over at Sam. He was dancing with some girl. She was super hot wearing tight black and white capris and a black top with a swooping neckline. So swooping that Van could see the sun tattoo above her belly button. Only magic or maybe tape kept her large tits out of the club air. Sam always finds his girl. Van couldn't judge because he had found his own girl too.
Song after song they danced. Van pulled his girl close and she
*beep* *Beep* *Beeeeep* Van sprang from his bed. At first he thought it was his alarm clock. It wasn't. He looked out his partial open window to see his friends Sam and Marsha sitting in the Jeep parked in the driveway. Sam was in the passenger seat and Marsha the driver's. It was the first day of the last summer vacation he'd get to enjoy. Of course he wanted to sleep in, however his two best friends had other ideas. He waved to them and motioned towards the front door for two reasons, one so they would stop that annoying honking and two so he could punch Sam for waking him up.
Sam must have known what was coming because Marsha was at the door when Van opened it. She looked up at him with the sad puppy dog eyes. Van grumbled and sighed knowing he was outsmarted. He blamed
It was Friday. The last couple of days had been quite eventful to say the least. I was jerked off amongst all of my coworkers and I was jerked off in a hallway before being pushed on my ass, all in successive date. What made it even weirder is that it was my unassuming platonic friend that did it, all without saying a single word to me.
My walk into work was less determined than yesterday. I still said my greetings to the ladies as normal, but inside I was feeling confused. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. I kept replaying the events from the last few days. I kept feeling the slow slight tug of my cock in the auditorium and how the cum felt as it soaked through my pants. I then felt the firm furious stroking as her hand twisted around my cock. The feeling of being expo
I sat there in utter shock. Wren, my unassuming friend, had just made blow the load of the century into my pants during a work meeting. And worst of it, I let her do it. I couldn't stop her. I had to do something, I couldn't let the cum soak in since I still had a whole day of work to do and the presentation looked like it still had a ways to go.
I quietly got up from my seat and made my way to the exit. Hopefully the dark spot the size of Texas was not visible in the low light. Once clear, I power-walked to the nearest bathroom. I looked around to come up with some sort of a plan. I had a brief flashback to the 1st grade. I suppose it was a similar situation, but that time I pee'd my pants. I still ended up in the bathroom worried about what to do. Fortunately for me time
(This story was inspired by and is a tribute to “Grocery Boy’s Helping Hand” by Omega Prime, one of my favorite erotic stories.)
Marc’s story began with an unexpected shift at work. He had gotten a call from his manager at the store asking if he could fill in after school. Marc agreed, having nothing else planned and wanting the extra spending money. At 15 the after-school job suited him well.
His shift had ended and he was ready to go home. Unfortunately his mother wasn’t answering her phone. He had tried calling three times but to no avail. He sighed deeply. Apparently he would be walking home, a fairly long walk from the store. And to make matters worse it had been raining heavily all day. As he stood there contemplating this frustrating turn of events, he heard a voic
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
Part 1
I was a jackass. I was as much a jackass as Debby a hooker. No! I should have outweighed what the whore's got. When loitering and soliciting , She had to resort to her wet and soft lips, which uttered sensuous words and secreted shiny fluids for smooth fellatio, straining all efforts to captivate her clientele to hook her, thereby polishing her identity as a hooker. Poor Debby! I was such a damn jackass that a friend of mine called Jack could't help thrashing and thumping his own ass for revenge whenever at the thought of me. See? Not that hard. Well, since I had mentioned the word "ass",without particular reasons(Now there was one!), I could not help picturing the juicy and tender pear-shaped asses of the female flight attendants, if ever, who always comforted my congential pis
My Boyfriend likes to expose me
or perhaps it should be called
Waking up the next morning, I was determined to get Laura to masturbate with me, face to face. The pulsing of my insistent cunt gave me no other choice. I had to lay back, and finger fuck myself wildly, letting out a howl of climax as I imagined Laura, doing the same thing right in front of me, my orgasm washing me in a blissful rush of pleasure, befo
My next door neighbors had just sold their house, with 2 children, and a third one on the way, the two bedroom bungalow was getting too cramped. The new owner moved in a few days after the sale was completed, I got a quick look at her, and decided that I would pay a "good Neighbor" call, and welcome her to the neighborhood.
Emily’s embarrassing problems
by Vanessa Evans
