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I hadn’t noticed the small clumps of mud falling off me as I made my way home from football practice. I still had my kit on, I didn’t think it was important to change, it was only a 10 minute walk anyway. I’d barely walked through the back door before Mum barked sternly at me “Look at the state of you, have been rolling in mud? Get those boots off”. Mum and Aunty Jean were sitting at the kitchen table, both looking at me as I self-consciously kicked my boots off, causing more clumps of mud to spread over the floor. “How am I supposed to get those clothes clean” Mum barked again. Aunty Jean’s… अधिक पढ़ें

I sat down at a small table looking out onto the hotel carpark and took a small sip of beer. I placed the glass down as I didn’t want to drink too fast or too much. I resisted the urge to look at my watch every few minutes, but just as my glass was almost empty I seen him exit the hotel, get into his car and drive off. Nervously I slowly made my way back to the hotel room, deliberately trying to calm myself down. I opened the room door quietly, entered and locked it behind me. My wife was lying spread-eagled on the large but rather dishevelled bed, her black fishnet holdup stockings were almo… अधिक पढ़ें

The bedroom curtains had been drawn hastily, but enough light entered the warm and cosy room to still see well. Rain lashed against the window, but the radio playing in the background meant it wasn’t a distraction. He was on the bed on all fours, his knees on a towel. The white lace suspender belt sat a little loose around his waist but still kept the black nylon stockings she’d made him wear high and taut on his legs. She stood behind him, black fishnet tights clinging to the curves of her buttocks, thighs and calves. High heeled mules completed her look. A leather harness sat snuggly on her… अधिक पढ़ें

It felt like a Sunday afternoon, the curtains were drawn but it was still light outside. I was standing in Auntie Jean’s living room, my trousers and briefs pushed down to my ankles. She was sitting on the sofa directly in front of me, wearing just my favourite black glossy tights and fluffy pink wooden heeled slippers. Actually she was only wearing one slipper, as I had the other one held to my face, inhaling deeply from it. Her left hand stroked my naked buttocks as her right gently gripped the base of my hard cock. Her mouth was sliding up and halfway down my cock with a regular rhythm, bu… अधिक पढ़ें

I was lying on top of my bed completely naked, a couple of well used porn mags lying open by my side. Aunty Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed, expertly wanking my stiff cock. She was a friend of my mum's who lived a few doors up, but I'd always known her as Aunty Jean. My right hand was sliding up her legs, the feeling of the soft nylon making me shudder as my hand moved from one leg to the other. At that time most women wore tights every day, usually the same shade, which I later found out was called ‘American Tan’, but Aunty Jean had black tights on today. More and more the girls and… अधिक पढ़ें

She handed in her assignment just before the bell went, and was so glad to be getting out of there. Her best friend accompanied her for most of the walk home and then they parted agreeing to meet up again in a couple of hours. It was a beautiful afternoon as she slowly walked the last few hundred yards, and so pleasantly warm that she took her blazer off and hung it over her large bag. Her feet were a little too warm in her opaque tights and ballet flats, but she’d soon be home and could get changed. Although……..she couldn’t help but smirk to herself thinking how much her younger brother woul… अधिक पढ़ें

Susan looked at the time on her computer screen and sighed loudly. It wasn’t even 11:00 AM and already her work was boring her. Staring out of the office window she allowed her mind to wander. Had it really only been a few short hours ago that she’d awoken extra early, crept quietly into her son’s room, climbed into his bed and skilfully sucked on his cock until he exploded into her mouth. The memory made her lick her lips and moan softly. She was getting desperate to spend more quality time with him. For a while now they’d been fucking each other every chance they got. The boy always came… अधिक पढ़ें

Valerie was the office manager of the small company the recruitment agency had sent me to. Since being made redundant I hadn’t been able to find a permanent job so had ended up accepting a few weeks work in a call centre. She greeted me at reception and introduced herself. She was probably in her mid-fifties, petite but with a very curvy figure. She was very bubbly and had a cheeky smile at all times. She would be mentoring me for the first day to make sure I knew what to do. The work was very basic I got the hang of logging the calls quite quickly, so after a few hours she just left me to… अधिक पढ़ें

The three sat in silence around the breakfast table. The man finished his coffee, stood up and placed his cup in the sink. He touched the woman on the shoulder and said cheerfully “see you tonight”. He tousled the boy’s hair as he walked past him. Grabbing his coat from the banister he opened the front door and left for work. The boy continued eating his breakfast in silence. When he had finished he pushed his bowl away noisily making the woman look up from reading the newspaper. Their eyes met and the boy nodded his head slowly. “Give me ten minutes”, said the woman putting the newspaper down… अधिक पढ़ें

Lying awake in bed, the woman listened to the heavy footsteps echoing down the hall, and the sound of the front door opening and closing with a thud. Still listening intently she heard the car door opening, closing, then the engine firing into life and eventually accelerating off the drive. Quickly sitting up she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of black holdup stockings. Gathering up each on in turn she pulled the stockings over her feet, up her legs and tugged them tight to the top of her thighs. Standing up she looked into the full length mirror. The sight of her dre… अधिक पढ़ें