Our favorite redheaded teen slut Afina is back again and this time she has her eyes set on one of our studs named Stats. He has a huge cock and Afina had heard about him and wanted to try it out. We got these 2 together and the action is hot right from the start as this fiery headed cock whore could not wait to get this chunk of man meat into her mouth. Soon enough he was filling her pussy to the max, stretching it out with his rock hard shaft. And when Stas busts a nut he does it with style; all over this cute teen’s tiny tits!

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  The moment the three were alone in the elevator and the doors closed. Nathan and Tyler began rubbing their hands all over Nichole’s body, even though she hadn’t given them permission, but she couldn’t think as her jacket was ripped open and buttons flew all over the elevator floor. Nathan yanked down her bra and began sucking on her nipples.

Tyler jerked up her skirt and pushed her panties down her thighs, Nichole’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the assault of all the male hands her body.

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This college cutie is about to give up and just drop her Physics class. The only problem is, this class is a required class and if she drops it, it will just cause more problems later. Her roommate introduced her to another college professor who offered to tutor her. He was kind of cute and she agreed. What she didn't know, was that this professor had an ulterior motive. He was dying to bury his jizz pop deep inside that sweet little cunt of hers. When he noticed she was just extremely frustrated and wasn't understanding the lesson, he decided to make his move, convincing her that having sex is great for stress relief. She fell right for it and sucked and fucked her tutor until he was worn out, tired, and sore.

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Two crazy zany teen girls who have been best friends all their lives have spent a semester away from each other. Alina & Rada have both missed each other terribly so when they see each other on a break from school they are so excited to see each other they just wrap their arms around one another. Surprisingly each girl experiences new feelings and very quickly the hugs have turned into each girl tasting the other's pussy for the very first time. Now they really ARE best friends.

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It was driving Julie Morgan crazy! She couldn’t seem to have an orgasm without first imagining herself being viciously raped by an
unknown attacker. She had read all the books on female arousal, and even though they all repeated the mantra that just because
you fantasize about something, doesn’t mean that you really want to go through with the said fantasy! This was all well and good
in theory, but for Julie it was becoming almost an obsession! When she first started having sex at eighteen, her orgasms were
directed to her boyfriend, but as the years passed by, more and more she had to have this picture in her mind of he being forced to
perform the most intimate acts on a total stranger. In most of her fantasies her assailant was black or Hispanic with a huge erection.
She couldn’t figure out it’s significance, but she was worried enough to contemplate seeing a “shrink” about her problem!

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Julie hated the thought of talking about her “problem” with a stranger, but she felt she had no choice. Letting her fingers do the
walking, she found the number of several doctors who specialized in dysfunctional sexual obsessions. After calling them and
briefly speaking to the each physician, she decided to make and appointment with Dr. Margaret Kohler. Even over the phone, it was
apparent that Dr. Kohler had a very empathetic way about her. Her voice was smooth and reassuring without being too syrupy.
Julie got the feeling that maybe Dr.Kohler could finally give her an answer, or at least and explanation for her problem. With a little
trepidation, she made the appointment for the following Wednesday at 4:00pm.

Margaret Kohler’s office was located on the tenth floor of the Murrow Medical Building. The waiting room was rather small, but Julie
attributed that to the fact that unlike a medical doctor, a psychiatrist didn’t have a lot of emergency patients, and could keep the
sessions more or less to the proscribed times. An attractive receptionist was seated at a small desk outside a door that lead to the
inner offices. Julie approached her and was greeted with, “Oh, you must be Julie Morgan, fill out these forms and the doctor will
see you in about fifteen minutes, she is finishing up with another patient.” Julie took the stack of papers from the receptionist and
sat down to complete them. There were the usual insurance forms that she quickly disposed of, but the personal history
questionnaire, that was another matter. The questions became increasingly direct when it came to describing her particular
problem. Spending most of fifteen minutes on it, Julie finally put down her pen and waited for the doctor.

Doctor Margaret Kohler wasn’t anything like Julie had imagined. She was tall and slim, and much younger than Julie was expecting
her to be. Dr. Kohler introduced herself and asked Julie to sit down in the padded chair in front of her large wooden desk. The
doctor sat down and spent a couple of minutes reviewing the personal history form information that Julie had given her. Finally
looking up she said, “Is this a pretty accurate account of the problem you’re having during sexual activity?” Julie nodded, and
added, “The thing is, it seems to be getting worse.” “I can’t seem to have an orgasm without the thoughts and images of me being
brutally raped.” “It used to be what I thought was a passing fantasy, but now it dominates my whole sex life!” “Have you talked it
over with your boy friend,” asked the doctor? “No, I’m afraid he wouldn’t understand what I was feeling, and take it as an affront on
his manhood,” she answered, “there’s no way that I can tell him!” “Tell me then,” continued the doctor, “are your orgasms
satisfactory when you have these fantasies about being raped?” “God yes,” exclaimed Julie, “they are the most fantastic orgasms
I have ever had in my life!” “Nothing my boyfriend could do to me could ever approach the high I get from thinking about being
taken forcibly.” “Do you think that you really want to be raped,” asked Doctor Kohler? “I don’t know,” answered Julie, “that’s what
worries me the most, I’m afraid that I might consciously or unconsciously put my self in a position where I may get hurt trying to
satisfy my own curiosity.”

The doctor leaned back in her chair and seemed to day dream for a couple of seconds, then asked Julie, “If you could satisfy your
desire of being raped in a safe way, would you consider it?” Julie thought about it for a moment or two and then answered, “If it
was guaranteed safe, yeah, I would try it.” “Well,” continued the doctor, “we have a way of satisfying your curiosity without putting
you in any kind of danger.” “Have you ever heard of a surrogate,” asked the doctor? “You mean like surrogate mothers, that sort of
thing,” answered Julie? “No, not like that,” said the doctor, “what we have here at the clinic are trained sexual technicians, or
surrogates, who can play just about any role you throw at them.” “In your case, the role would be one of an attacking rapist.” The
main difference between this and the real thing, however, is that you can stop the session at anytime.” “What we have found is,
that after a person actually experiences their ultimate sexual fantasy, it isn’t a fantasy anymore, and the excitement quickly wears
off.” “I think that you are a prime candidate for this type of treatment,” added the doctor. It had never entered Julie’s mind to
actually try it, so she wasn’t exactly prepared to answer without some thought. The doctor, realizing her anguish said, “You don’t
have to make a decision right now, but think about it.” “I believe that this type of therapy go a long way in solving your problem.”
Julie then asked, “Who would do something like this?” The doctor reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a two inch thick
loose leaf binder. Opening it up, she showed Julie the pictures of hundreds of men, of all different races, ages, and sizes. “I think
that we can find someone in here who would fit your idea of a mad rapist,” intoned Dr. Kohler! Julie, now looking intently at the
pictures in front of her, stopped when she came to the photo of a thrityish looking black man. “What about him,” asked Julie,
pointing to the picture? Dr. Kohler removed the picture and checked the information printed on the back. “This is a thirty four year
old black male, six feet tall, and two hundred pounds,” she answered, “yes, I think he would do nicely!” “How do we go about
doing this,” asked a slightly nervous Julie, “would it be here at your office?” “Oh no,” replied Dr. Kohler, “this too much of a
controlled environment!” “It has to be out in the city somewhere, to make it realistic enough to have the desired affect.” “What
happens if I get to afraid and want him to stop,” Julie asked? “We’ll give you a “safe” word, a word that you can use at anytime to
stop the whole program.” “If for example your safe word was “needle”, all you would have to do is say that word and your
surrogate would stop immediately, it’s that easy!” “When would it happen,” questioned Julie? “We can’t tell you when or where,
but I can tell you that it will be sometime in the next two weeks,” replied the doctor. “Do you want to go ahead with the treatment,”
asked the doctor? “Yes, yes I do,” responded Julie, “set it up, I want to do it!”

For the next few days Julie gave every black man she met and extra look. She wasn’t even sure anymore of what her surrogate
looked like, after all she only had a few seconds look at his picture! After four days without so much as a hint of contact, she called
Dr. Kohler’s office to make sure all the arrangements had been made, she was assured that everything was set up and that her
surrogate had been given his assignment. She decided that it wasn’t doing her any good to dwell on the subject, so she tried to
keep it out of her mind and think about other things. When she arrived home from work that evening the lobby of her building was
empty of people. This wasn’t unusual, because there were only twenty five units, and most of the tenets were young people who
had jobs and spent a lot of time away from the building. Getting on the elevator to take her to the third floor, Julie was startled when
from out of nowhere a man slipped into the elevator behind her. Before she could turn around and get a good look at him, he had
one arm around her waist and a knife at her throat! Even though she knew that this man was there to fulfill her fantasy, she was
none the less terrified! In a low harsh whisper he said, “One false move or a sound of any kind and I cut you, got it!?!” Julie nodded
her head and tried not to make any unnecessary movements. “Push your floor number,” he ordered! Julie pressed the button to
the third floor, and they both waited in silence as the elevator slowly traveled up to three. When they got there and the doors
opened, he captor told her to walk to her apartment and unlock it, also reminding her that any sound would result in a slit throat!
Julie fumbled for her keys, almost dropping the to the carpet, and with shaky hand unlocked her apartment door. The door swung
open and she was shoved violently inside, so hard in fact that she fell down! He quickly shut the door behind him, and grabbed
Julie by the hair and pulled her to her feet. “In here,” he ordered her, pushing her into the living room. By now Julie had gotten a
good look at his face, and she couldn’t tell if he looked like his picture or not, however, he definitely looked meaner that his photo!
“Sit down,” he said, pointing to the wooden rocking chair her mother had given to her as a house warming present. Reaching into
his pocket, he produced a roll of duct tape, and proceeded to tape her wrists to arm rests on the chair. He did the same to her
ankles, taping them to the front chair legs, and then taking a small piece and putting it over her mouth. When he felt she was totally
immobilized, he took a stroll around the apartment. Although she was still afraid, Julie was getting a little used to his presence, and
relaxed a little bit. The feeling of his large powerful hands had made Julie’s vagina begin to dampen. What she was feeling was
almost exactly the same feeling her fantasy gave her! When he returned to the living room, he was carrying a bottle of beer and a
sandwich, which he had made in the kitchen. “Hope you don’t mind if I borrow some food,” he laughed, and then took a long drink
from the beer bottle. He sat down on the couch to finish his snack, looking at Julie as he ate.

As he was finishing, he ask her, “Hey bitch, you ever get fucked by a brother?” Just hearing him ask that question made Julie give
out a soft moan. Her cunt was now sloppy wet, and desire was welling up in her crotch! Getting up from his seat, he walked over to
her and pulled the tape off her mouth, burning the skin where it had been attached. Again flashing the knife, he warned her not to
make a sound. With his other hand he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Julie was transfixed as she stared at the huge
black dick only inches from her face. Although it was only semi hard, it was bigger than any cock she had ever seen! Large veins
ran the length of a shaft that was dominated by a head that looked to be the size of a pool ball! Even in her most exciting fantasies,
she never imagined a cock as magnificent as this! He move a little closer until she could feel the heat coming off the big pecker, a
little closer yet and her lips brushed against the beautiful head. He pushed a little more and she let the head into her mouth!
“Jesus,” she thought, “I’m gonna cum from just from giving him head!” Her pussy was now a jumble of jangled nerves, and with
her legs taped apart, she couldn’t get any pressure on her clit, and it was driving her crazy with lust! The shiny black organ was
now at full erection, and it was so large that she had trouble getting much past the head into her mouth. Taking his knife, he cut the
tape on both wrists, and then leaned over and unhooked her ankles. Pulling his cock out her mouth, he grabbed her by the hair
and jerked her to her feet and demanded, “All your clothes off, NOW!!!” Shaking with lust, Julie quickly shed her clothing and stood
naked in front of her intruder. “Nice tits,” he commented, as he looked her over carefully! Julie was sure he could see how wet her
vulva bad become, but she brazenly posed for him with her legs partly spread anyway. She was brought back to her senses by the
ringing of the telephone, she automatically reached for it on the end table, but he grabbed her arm and made a threatening gesture
with his knife! She needed to answer, because she was expecting a call from her mother, and if she didn’t pick up, she might come
over to check on her. After hearing her explanation, he said, “Okay, answer it, but if you slip up, I’ll cut you fucking throat!” Again he
put the knife to her neck, and then motioned for her to pick it up. Julie picked up the phone and what she heard on the other end of
the line made her blood run cold with fear, no, make that terror! It was Dr. Kohler’s office, and they were calling to inform her that
the surrogate she had chosen had broken his leg, and she was to come in and select another one. Putting the phone down after
saying okay, Julie began to shake all over, she actually thought she would become physically ill! Her intruder removed the knife
from her throat, and Julie slowly turned to look him over more carefully. His big penis still sticking out obscenely from his unzipped
fly, now seemed much more menacing than it had only a few minutes before. “Gonna fuck you now bitch,” he said, grabbing her by
the arm, dragging her into the bedroom, and throwing her onto the bed. Her mind was now spinning completely out of control! He
unsnapped his pants and kicked them off, leaving him naked from the waist down. He had a very muscular legs and buttocks, and
his penis pointed straight at her as she lay helplessly before him. Still holding the knife in his hand, he slid on top of her, crushing
his chest onto her breasts. She could smell alcohol on his breath, and he had terrible body odor. Her nostrils were filled by these
nauseating aromas, and she felt tinges of vomit in her throat. “Open your legs, bitch, daddy’s gonna fuck his little while slut!” With
the knife pressed against her throat, she either complied or died, so she slowly spread her pretty thighs, and waited for the him to
take her. “You put it in cunt,” he ordered! Tears were now welling up in her eyes, but she reached her hand down and took a hold
of the rock hard erection and guided it to her cunt lips. “P-please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded, now realizing that there was a very
good chance that she might be badly hurt, or worse!

Gently working the head into her slit, her eyes rolled back into her head as he plunged all the way in with one quick jab! With her
throat tightening, and her lips becoming dry, her vagina responded to the massive invasion with a huge orgasm! A loud moan
escaped her lips, and he laughed and said, “Can’t get enough black meat, can you, you little fucking slut!?!? Her moan seemed to
be a signal to him to start jamming her helpless pussy with his black fuck pole. Not being able to control herself, she wrapped her
legs around his back and began meeting his thrusts! Her positive response drove him into a frenzy, and he bored his penis in and
out of her cunt until they both exploded in a simultaneous orgasm! When he pulled out his prick, it caused her cunt to to spasm
one last time, but she was now totally spent and lay in a heap on the bed as he got dressed. “Where’s your purse,” he asked, as he
buckled his belt. “In the living room on the couch,” she replied. He left the room and returned a few seconds later, going through
her open pocket book. Finding about two hundred in cash, he shoved it into his jacket, and then went for her credit cards. When he
was ready to leave, he said, “Sorry, but I’ve gotta tie you up.” “I can’t take a chance on you calling the cops!” She started to protest,
but he just ignored her and taped her hands behind her back and her ankles tightly together. He placed one last piece across her
mouth, and headed to the door. He stopped, came back to the bed, and ripped the phone cord out of the wall. “There,” he said, “I’ll
leave the phone in the living room hooked up.” “If you can get the tape off your mouth, you might be able to slide out and call for
help!” Then in a flash she was alone in her apartment, as she heard the front door open and close, and the sound of steps going
down the hall towards the elevator.

It took about three hours for Julie to free herself, but instead of calling the police she called Dr. Kohler’s answering service and left
a message for the doctor to get in touch with her as soon as possible. Sitting down with a glass of wine, she sat by the phone and
waited. Ten minutes later it rang, and she was speaking to the doctor. She poured out her story, leaving nothing out, and then
waited to hear what the doctor had to say about all of this. “Julie,” the doctor began, “when you thought that the intruder was a
surrogate, were you really afraid, I mean, did you fear for your life?” Julie answered, “Well at first I was, but then I slowly realized
that I wasn’t in any real danger, and , no, I guess I wasn’t really afraid until I received the call from your office.” “That’s right,”
continued Dr. Kohler, “it’s impossible to induce the kind of fear you were experiencing in your fantasies, if you knew that there was
no real danger.” “For that reason, we called to make you think that you were really with a real attacker!” “I believe that now when
you come in for your follow up session, we’ll have something to really talk about!” Julie stared into the phone and was momentarily
dumbfounded when she heard the doctor’s story. Finally hanging up, she still didn’t know if she was repulsed or not by being the
target of a rapist!

Later that night in bed, she was still a bundle of nerves because of had what she had gone through earlier that evening. Her hand
drifted down to her pussy and began stroking her hardening clit. Her mind began to drift as her finger rubbed the hard little nub.
Without even being aware of it, her thoughts turned to the big black penis that had so taken care of her pussy. As her orgasm
flooded her cunt, and her only thought was on the knife and penis, she knew that instant that this is what she truly wanted–and it
wasn’t a problem at all!!!

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I’d been running my own publishing company for some time now and had also made a lot of money from the release of my first couple of novels, so I suppose you could call me semi famous, definitely rich and now with the publishing company definitely in a position of power. I had asked an employment agency to send me a personal assistant to work closely with me and because of the amount of work I had, I needed someone who would follow my instructions carefully. The agency had sent me a young woman called Sarah she was a really pretty Indian girl, with amazing eyes and luscious lips. She was slim with fantastic full and firm breasts that seemed to be fighting to escape whatever top she was wearing, her hair cascaded in waves down her back. Every time I looked at her exotic eastern looks I wanted to rip her clothes off and make her submit to my will and I kept fantasising about the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

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“There, Grandma, how’s that?” Pete asked, fluffing the pillows behind Mrs. Willow’s back. “I’m not your grandmother, Peter, I am a healthy, desirable woman. At least I was a few years ago.” “Hell, you are almost 80,” Pete scoffed. “Ok, so it’s been quite a few years ago. It doesn’t seem that long. I could still use a stiff dick between my legs, if you are interested.” “I’m not. I want somebody who as born in this century.” “Peter!” Emma pretended shock, “she would be three years old?” “Ok, last century,” he said with a reluctant laugh. They had been trying to shock each other since they first met. It never worked. She was a slightly older version of Peter himself, only in female form.

“I don’t want to be old, Peter. I just lived life one day at a time until I somehow got this way. I’m still young on the inside. As the old joke goes, I’m getting this 20 year old body all wrinkled.” “Even at your age, you are one hot babe, Emma. Why don’t you hook up with one of the guys in the complex.

I know several who would love to get into your pants, wrinkled or not.” “I tried. I was shocked when I opened my eyes and saw a face as old as mine staring back at me. It sickened me, Peter. I don’t want to be old,” Emma sighed. “I want to be young again.” “I can help with your aches and pains, dress you, bathe you, I can change your diapers if you start wearing one, but I can’t make you young again, old girl.” “I know. Are there any blind male nurses in the complex?” “Not in any complex. Blind men can’t do this job.” “I’m sure they could.” “They can’t.” “Oh. What about male whores.”

“What?” Pete gasped. “You know, those gigalors. “Gigolos,” he corrected. “Yeah, one of them.” “I am not your pimp, I am your nurse. Haul your ass out of here and look for one yourself, you’re healthy enough.’ “The world scares me, I don’t know it any more. It’s all too fast.” “It’s the same world, it just has more assholes running around in it.” “I suppose. Peter, can you look at my pussy?” “Why,” he said with a great deal of self- control. It was his job, on a professional level. He knew she was discussing something different.

“Tell me what you think,” Emma said, pulling up her night gown. She yanked down her cotton panties and showed him her pussy. Pete glanced at it carelessly, then gave it a careful look. “It just looks like a pussy,” he said in wonder. “Except for a few gray hairs, it looks normal.” “That’s what I tried to tell you. It’s just a pussy, not a flesh colored prune. Would you fuck that Pete?” she asked slyly. “If I was really hard up I might.” “Are you?” “No, I have lot’s of action,” he said defensively. She laughed, knowing that she was one up on him. She had made him defend his male honor. “Hey, fuck you,” he said. “Oh, I wish you would, Peter, I need it so badly.” “Damit, stop talking like that. You’ve got me horny and I have a full days work ahead of me.”

“I could take care of that,” she laughed. “Oh no you couldn’t,” he called, tying a bag of trash and throwing it over his shoulder. “I will see you tomorrow,” he said with a fond smile. “Oh, ok,” she said in real disappointment. “Stop by for lunch, if you like. I make a mean grilled bologna sandwich.” “Hey, I loves those things,” he gasped. “It’s the most underrated sandwich on earth. You take bread and stick some bologna in it and you have cold meat and half cooked dough. You add some cheese, miracle whip and a little heat, and you have the world’s greatest sandwich.” Pete nodded, smiling. “Ok, it’s a date. But no funny stuff,” he pointed, then waved and left. “You want to bet,” she hissed, turning to hurry to her kitchen unit. The only good thing which went with grilled bologna was cold potato salad. She had to hurry or it wouldn’t chill to the proper temperature. She filled a decanter half full of gin, filled it to the top with orange juice and slid it into the refrigerator. She finished the potato salad at 10:00, wiped her hands on her night gown, and slipped into something more appropriate. Then she started her magic act. She arranged the foundation, eye liner, lipstick and creams, then her secret weapon, Preparation H. After setting them in just the right order, she began remodeling her face. With enough makeup…

The door opened at Pete’s second knock. He gave Emma a stunned look, then stepped inside. She was different, somehow younger and more appealing. He didn’t know if he approved or not, it seemed… wrong. “Nice look,” he said airily. “Are the sandwiches done?” “Done and keeping warm in the oven. I also have potato salad and cocktails.” “Wow, the works, huh?” “Yes, the works,” she said, motioning him to the table. “He took a second, longer look at her face, then shook his head.” “Never judge a woman before you’ve seen her in makeup,” Emma said as she loaded down the table. “It makes a world of difference.” “Yeah, scary.” “And what’s scary about it?”

“You look nice, if I didn’t know it was makeup…” “Hey, young man, half the women you’ve dated would look scary without makeup. I’m no different.” “No, I guess not. You look nice,” he repeated again. “Does that mean you are interested?” “Well yeah… I mean no. I don’t think,” he said in confusion. “Here, drink this,” she handed him a glass of orange juice. He took a big gulp, then howled. “Holy shit, what’s in this?” “Gin. It does wonders for the male… lets say ego,” she smiled. “Let’s say libido. I can feel where the heat is going. You are one deceptive old woman,” he accused half joking and half in ernest.

“Shut up and eat.” Peter ate, but he couldn’t help but stare at Emma. If he didn’t know that she was 77, he would have sworn she was in her 40’s. He wouldn’t eat it, but he’d sure fuck it, the thought crept into his head. His balls had been burning since he drank the gin and orange juice. Successive sips kept the fire burning. But it was a good burn, and his cock was as hard as rock. Peter had bathed Emma during her bad times, right after her stroke. He knew every age spot, wrinkle, and pimple on her ass. And still he was turned on. Part of it was the gin, part was her disguise, but mostly it was knowing that he could reach out and have her, it was that simple. All he had to do was… “I need that hand to eat,” Emma said with a smile. “Let’s eat afterwards,” he whispered. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you into anything,” she smiled. “The hell you don’t. I am one of the most rushed people on the face of this planet, and you dam well know it.” “Ok. Well here are the ground rules. No kissing below the chin, keep your hands on non-sexual areas, and I don’t do ass fucks. Never have and never will.” “Emma!” Pete was shocked.

“Just telling you how it is.” “Do you give blowjobs?” he said with some of his old candor. “Now why in the hell would I do that? I want to get fucked, why would I suck you off and spoil it? I know damned well, the minute you cum you will be outta her like there’s no tomorrow. It’s your penis thinking now, your head will want out.” “You are the most crude old…” “Hey, none of that,” she wagged a finger in his face. “Bedroom’s that way,” she nodded toward the bedroom. “I know where it is.” He followed her to the bedroom. He wasn’t about to kiss her, but she began licking his ear as they both took off his clothing. Emma ramained dressed. By the time that Peter was naked, he shivering with pent-up passion. Emma stood to take off her panties. Peter noticed how much she was shaking, as she spread her dress wide and sank down to sit straddle of his body. He felt her moist pussy touch his cock. He hissed in appreciation. She sank slowly, impaling herself on his rigid manhood. She sank down until he was up to the hilt, inside her warm pussy. She swiveled slightly to lubricate herself and encourage his cock to slide in more. With her pussy tightly pressed against his pelvis, she slowly rocked forward and back, then slid against his pelvis as it grew wet, with his cock churning the hot juices inside her. He was afraid she would break his penis off, but after a few minutes of uneventful pleasure, he relaxed beneath her. She certainly knew what she was doing. It was a good fuck, a very good fuck. She grew hot and wet around his cock. By sliding forward and back, rather than rising and lowering, it was intensely pleasurable for her, but less intensive for him. He would last a long time.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” Peter gasped. “It’s heavenly. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, Peter,” she said with her eyes closed, feeling her pussy heat up as it hadn’t for 15 years or more. “I’m flattered,” he gasped. “I’m 57 years older than you and I knew I didn’t have a change in hell,” she said, then gasped as pleasure shot though her loins. She gasped a few more times, then relaxed. “I knew you did,” he said with a grimace of pleasure. “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she gasped, stiffening again and throwing her head back, while riding faster.

Peter was very worried about his cock now. He had heard that some guys got their cocks dislocated this way. “Oh yes,” she gasped, grabbing his chest for support. Peter looked at her passion twisted-face, then down at her rounded chest in the light material of her dress. He just had to feel those breasts, even if they were gross. He reached down and grabbed a cone in each hand. He mashed them lightly as she continued to ride, paying no attention to him. In a moment she gave a light squeal of pleasure, and jerked on his stiff cock. Biting her lip, with her eyes tightly closed, she rode her huge orgasm like a cowboy rides a horse. Swearing and gasping, she jerked sporadically, completely unable to control her body.

Peter could feel her pussy clenching around his cock. It felt awesome, but not strong enough to make him cum yet. He wanted to keep her moving so he could cum, but he knew she would have to rest. Her pussy would grow sensitive when it stopped coming. “Oh yes,” she gasped, still jerking. She suddenly looked down at his hands on her chest. She leaned down and kissed the back of his arm, while slowly grinding to a halt.

“I want to see them,” Peter gasped. “No you don’t. “I do.” “Well I don’t want to show them.” “Let me lick your pussy,” he said in the throes of passion. “No, I was never into that, especially not with a young man. You would regret it afterwards. Just be patient, it will be worth the wait.” “Oh God,” he gasped, wishing she would ride his cock again. He could feel the heat and juice around his cock, but when he tried to move she held him down. Aching in frustration, he waited helplessly until she slowly began sliding forward and back again. He gasped in pleasure. “You see, I told you it would be good,” she smiled down at him. “Oh yes, it’s very good,” he cried, feeling the heat building in his balls. He was just minutes away from a massive orgasm. Either the gin, or the forbidden aspect of the situation, were creating a massive orgasm in his loins. He was going to explode. He was going to cum so big, it would blow her head off. He stiffened and jerked, trying to increase his stimulation. She remained persistently slow and wonderful. Peter knew he had been fucked by somebody who knew what they were doing. He could teach the young girls a thing or two, if he lived through the experience.

“Oh fuck me, I’m going to cum,” he gasped. She watched his face, gauged how close he was and inserted a finger into her pussy. Rotating her finger on her clit, she continued to ride while she stimulated herself. Her timing was perfect. Peter began moaning louder and louder, at the same moment that Emma gasped and took her finger out of her pussy. She leaned forward, supporting her weight with her hands on Peter’s chest. Her clit now rubbed against his pubic hair. With her eyes screwed shut she began moaning ever louder, until her cries of passion joined those of Pete. He yelled and held onto Emma’s hips, as he came strongly, shooting hot cum into her pussy. She could feel his offering entering her womb. She continued to rub as long as she could stand it, then froze, hunching her sex against his thick cock. Grunting and gasping, Peter thrashed his head from side to side, until he finished coming. He relaxed, beaten and exhausted, even though Emma had done all the work. She seemed happy, full of life. She smiled down at him like a Madonna. He suddenly saw her as she must have looked 40 years earlier. When the glow of her orgasm slowly faded, Emma was just Emma again. But the memory of how she looked during her orgasm remained in Peter’s mind. “Oh shit, I have to get cleaned up and go,” Peter gasped. “You see, it’s always the same,” she said, shaking her head. “Same hell, I should have finished three more calls by now, and my head is still spinning from that gin. I get first dibs on the shower,” he said, pelting into the bathroom. Emma relaxed on her bed. Her body was still enthused by the warm glow of sex. It didn’t matter now if Peter never looked at her again, she had gotten what she desired so badly. Now the object of her desires was about to disappear out that door. “Have you seen my underwear?” he asked as he hurried back into the room. He lifted the blanket, then surprise Emma with a quick kiss.

“Can I come back after I finish my rounds?” he asked, stepping into his boxers. “Com… sure,” she said in complete shock. “Are you???” “Yeah, I’m still hungry,” he said, misunderstanding her question, “but I can wait. Be back soon,” he called, rushing through the door. Emma sat in shock, considering all that had happened. Slowly a smile lit her face. She rubbed a finger tip across her lips, where his kiss had smeared the lipstick, then hurried into the bathroom. She needed to fix her makeup and shower before he returned. RETURNED! she thought in amazement. What a wonderful word.

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Meeah has enormous sexy black nodes and she loves to play with them or better have others play with them. She has lots of junk in the trunk and she gets on her knees and spreads her huge cheeks apart with her long manicured nails. Watch her as she spreads her little muff and showes a massive dildo up in there and she doesn't stop there.

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Big tit Monique has Ron's huge cock in her mouth. She strokes his shaft with her warm tongue as she shoves his manhood deep in her piehole. She starts sucking like she is the most determined bitch in Sweden Valley. As far as Ron knows she is... hell she chased him for 3 years now. No wonder she is fucking him so hard. She has wanted to show him her knockers long ago. They are happily ever after folks when it comes to the sex because they both know how to please one another.

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She likes her men thuggish and Ricardo fit the bill. The moment she saw the badboy she wanted him and made plans to get him in her bed. It didn't take much of a plan, for Ricardo is always ready and waiting to fuck! The two of them have a fuck session that lasts close to four straight hours!

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Naughty Nurse Examining Her Patient

Meet Tina, a very sexy nurse that works at my doctor's office. Unfortunately, she's not the nurse for the doctor I see, but after talking to her for a couple of minutes she agreed to come do a photo shoot for Uniform Desire. What I didn't know is that she was going to bring along a hot friend.

These girls put on a very special show for the camera that day. Tina did a very thorough examination of her friend. Tina had also brought along of her favorite medical gadgets. She used a thermometer to check her friend's temperature orally and anally. She had some sort of sucking tool that she put on the girls nipple. They both had a lot of fun with that. Tina even had some sort of glass tube that she inserted deep into her friend's pussy. This was easily one of the hottest photo shoots I've done for Uniform Desire.

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Tags:  F/f, BDSM, Romance, Toys Second chapter of a dominant professor and her student sharing a lesbian romance

 It had been three agonizing days since I last saw Professor Morgan. My heart pounded when she arrived in the classroom that day. A warm feeling of arousal filled my body and my senses when I saw her. She was my tall raven-haired goddess. I shuddered when her big brown eyes searched around the room and stopped on mine. She gave me an assuring wink and then began to pass back our essays.

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Horny Football Cheerleader Dildoing After The Big Game

Who's ready for some football? I love Sundays, especially days like today when you can watch sports shows about the NFL from the time you wake up until the game starts this evening. The only bad part is that this is the last game of the season. Yeah, I know the probowl is next weekend, but that doesn't really count!

Now, I wish I had some hardcore videos of some NFL cheerleaders, but what about horny Latina teen cheerleader. After their big game, she came home and used her huge dildo to satisfy her out of control sexual feelings. She gets so horny in front of the big crowds, having a the people staring at her. That night, was fucking her pussy with the dildo, dreaming that it was the star quarterback pounding her tight cunt.

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My buddy Scott was telling me about this perky tit teen hottie he was fucking last night. He was telling me about how good of a cock sucker she is and how she just can't get enough cock. Then he told me that she was coming over later that evening and that if I wanted her to suck my cock, she would be more than willing to do it. Well, what guy in their right mind would turn down a blowjob from a teen hottie? I could barely wait as the hours just seemed to drag on forever until she finally arrived. OMG! Was Scott right. She could give one hell of a toe curling blowjob. We had quite the good time double dipping this cock munching hottie that night.

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“I’m home!” Fay called from inside the front door while struggling with two arm loads of groceries. She finally kicked the door closed while almost losing her load, but after a moments hesitation righted her listing ship and headed for the kitchen. “That’s funny,” she mumbled to herself as she passed through the living room on her way to the kitchen. She sniffed the air and detected not even a hint of her birthday dinner and wondered worriedly why, Fran, her room mate and lover of ten years was nowhere to be found. After putting down her bundles she had a drink of water only to be surprised when Fran slipped up quietly behind her and cupped her heavy breasts through her dress.
“Oh!!!” Fay gasped with delight. “Where have you been?!?” “Come with me!” Fran whispered while tugging her lover by the arm towards the bedroom. “You’re acting like teenager!” Fay kidded as the two forty somethings stumbled down the hall giggling. “I’ve got a surprise for you!” Fran said urgently as she ushered Fay into the semi dark bedroom. “What is it?” Fay asked curiously. “Tell me!” Once inside, as Fay’s eyes slowly became accustomed to the light, her roomie pointed to the bed and whispered, “That’s my surprise, happy birthday!”

Fay’s mouth sagged wide open as she stared at the incredible sight only a few feet from her! “H-how, where!?!” she stammered. “Are you pleased?” Fran asked a little nervously. Fay’s panties immediately drenched themselves as she stared with wide eyed wonder at her lover’s surprise. “His name’s Peter,” Fran said while caressing Fay’s heaving chest. “And he’s only nineteen!” “Where did you find him?” Fay asked while Fran’s hand slid up and under her dress. “In the personals,” Fran replied softly. “I looked for a young man with a big cock who wanted to fuck and older woman.” “We haven’t fucked a man in over ten years!” Fay moaned while watching the bemused young man casually fisting his nine inches of cock meat. “Let me help you with your things,” Fran said while unzipping her lover’s dress. In less than a minute the voluptuous older woman was standing there naked with her pussy juice literally dripping down the inside of her leg! “Hey, baby!” Peter said with a tinge of insolence in his voice. “Wanna suck it for fuck it!?!” Fay’s legs began to quiver uncontrollably while Fran gently led her over to the bed and into close proximity to the Peter’s massive erection. Once on the bed, she gingerly reached out a let her fingers graze the tip of his oversized head, inducing a long low moan from the young stud’s throat. “So what’s it gonna be, big mama?” he growled hoarsely. “I-I wanna ride it,” she stammered while Fran helped her hoist her heavy bottom over his smoothly muscled thighs. With her hairy muff gaping wide open, Fran grabbed the big pecker in the middle of the shaft and ran the egg size head up and down Fay’s bulging slit. “Ohhhhhhh sweet jesus!” Fay gasped as the smooth glans bumped her super excited clitoris. “It isn’t even in her and she’s practically cumming like a whore!” Peter intoned evenly. “Come on, baby,” he said to Fran, “she’s had enough foreplay, let her have the bone.”

Fran snuggled up against Fay’s heaving body and whispered softly into her ear, “Are you sure you’re ready?” “You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to!” Fay turned to face her lover, and after staring longingly into her eyes, kissed her deeply on the mouth as she let her knees collapse, which allowed Peter’s massive erection to bore its way balls deep into her convulsing vagina! Even before her fat butt settled down on Peter’s slim thighs, the first of several incredibly satisfying orgasms rocketed through her pussy and clit with absolutely brutal ferocity! She lurched around helplessly on his rock hard cock as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her over stuffed pussy until she fell forward onto his chest with her massive breasts squished tightly between them! “M-my god,” she stammered softly, “that was unbelievable.” Now while Fay was certainly well fucked and satisfied, Peter was nowhere near ready to shoot his heavy load! So with surprising strength as well as agility, he quickly rolled the pretty plumper over onto her back whereupon he proceeded to fuck the daylights out her!

“Omigod, omigod!!!” she shrieked as his freight train of an organ began pounding in and out of her with almost vicious precision! Fran reached around and gently cupped Peter’s heavy ball sack in her small hand while placing wet kisses all over his smooth white ass!
“J-Jesus christ!” he moaned. “You old bitches are fucking crazy!!!” Fran gave his balls a playful squeeze and whispered, “I certainly don’t like being called and old bitch, and I’m pretty sure Fay doesn’t either!” Now be a good boy and apologize or I’ll squeeze them a little harder!” Then just to show that she meant business she gave them one more little pinch, which immediately induced a long low groan from deep down in his chest. “M-my god!” he gasped loudly. “I’m gonna cum!” I’m gonna cum all over her!” By now poor Fay was nearly hysterical with lust as Peter’s pecker rammed in and out of her with complete abandon! Her orgasm was just about to overtake her when all at once the young stud ripped his pecker from her stunned pussy, and then with lightning reflexes
slid his convulsing organ into her wide open mouth! She was, however, only surprised for a split second as her cunt exploded in another hard cum while she eagerly swallowed each and every drop of cum that erupted from his pulsating weapon!

Peter finally had what seemed to be all the starch taken from his bionic cock, as he collapsed next to the shell shocked woman who was still trying to figure out exactly how all this had transpired! It seemed that it was only a few minutes ago that she was standing in the vestibule with and arm load of groceries, but now here she was on her own bed just having been fucked by the biggest and hardest cock she ever had! With her legs still splayed wide apart, she sensed a tender pair of warm lips giving her still twitching vagina hundreds of tender wet kisses up and down both sides of her labia. “Ohhhhhhh, Frannie!” she cooed. “What a nice birthday present, thank you so very much!” “It was my pleasure,” her lover said softly. “Now you relax while I make love to your pussy!”
Fay closed her eyes in anticipation of one of Fran’s expert cunt lappings, but the stillness of the air was violated by as Fran let loose with a scream that would have wakened the dead! Fay bolted upright with a look of consternation on her face as she tried to brush the cob webs of her sexual haze aside while trying comprehend exactly what was going on! “Grab my balls will you, you little slut!” Peter said through clenched teeth while driving his thick spike into poor Fran’s tight little asshole. “L-leave her alone!” Fay cried out with futility. “I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson she won’t soon forget!” he shot back while Fran clawed helplessly at the sheet and blanket.

Her eyes had by now glazed over and no sound was able to escape her lips as the young buck fucked her ass with cruel intentions! But as is wont to happen, sometimes even the best laid plans go awry! Even thought he was indeed trying to teach her a lesson, little did he realize that the tension building in Fran’s ass and pussy was quickly roiling to boiling! He grabbed her slim hips for more leverage, but was shocked and amazed as all at once she let out a long low moan and asked thickly, “Is that all you got, stud boy!?!” “And to think I thought you could fuck like a man!” Just hearing the unrepentant bitch taunting him sent him into and absolute frenzy as he literally threw his hips into each and every stroke. Fay looked on with real concern and even a bit of horror as she watched her petite lover getting the ass fucking of all time! “A-are you sure you’re okay?” Fay asked nervously as each stroke bottomed out with such power that it almost lifted the tiny woman off of the bed. With her head rolling from side to side, Fran managed to nod to her friend that she was indeed all right when out of nowhere both she and Peter stiffened like two by fours as climaxes of unrivaled intensity shook them to their very souls!

His legs all at once had the consistency of spaghetti, and without anything to grab onto, tumbled back on the floor in a helpless heap! “God, I feel like I’ve been fucked by Attila and each and every one of his huns!” Fran sighed as a small rivulet of semen seeped from her still distended rectum. “Are you all right?” Fay asked with some real concern. “About as all right as he is!” Fran giggled as she looked over at the still shell shocked young man. “Well,” Fay said with a laugh. “How did you like my present?!?” “Uh, it was interesting, very interesting!”

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