I was a member of our college’s football cheerleading squad and proudly ware the short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of 18, I well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm breast to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s preceding a football game. I had little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater. Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot orgasm. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to impress would get an eyeful.
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One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school, I had been chosen my a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our rival’s schools bus. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I was caught in the act. Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Humphrey was a 6′ tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately. When I entered his office, he rose form his desk and come around to close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out the area where our rival’s school bus was parked —— I was caught in the act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position on the cheerleading squad. The thought of being thrown off the squad let alone having my parents find out and giving up my uniform was more than I could bear. Read more of this erotic sex story
After the play. We get into the cab. He has secretly told the cabdriver to drive somewhere (however far the money will last). He slowly begins kissing my neck and his hand on my knee slowly working up my thigh. I can feel the heat from the passion and rest my hand near his bulge. With his free hand, he slowly begins to unbare my shoulder as his kisses move down my neck. The other hand begins to feel a slight wetness. My hand goes into his pants where I can feel how hard and hot he really is. He wants to take it out right now, but I say no because the cab driver is watching us. So, I give him the address to my place.
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When, we get there, I lead him to my bedroom. There, I begin to undress him and he begins to undress me. I turn down the lights as we begin to ease on to the king size bed. As I recline, he crawls in between my spread legs. He slowly begins kissing my chin, then my neck, moving down to my breasts. Kissing each breast, sucking each nipple, playing with them with his tongue and gently nipping them with his teeth. All the pleasure causes me to moan and I grip him tighter. Read more of this erotic sex story
A singer, Rob couldn’t believe they’d picked a singer to co-star with him. Hell, his last picture had been nearly dragged down by a no-talent pretty girl, flavor-of-the-month blonde. The director had just barely saved the thing by pumping in more of Rob’s action work and leaving most of the romantic subplot on the cutting room floor. After that misery, he had to work with a black girl who’d never even acted in films before. Oh yeah, this was going to be lots of fun! As he sat in his trailer watching a few of Ramona’s music videos, Rob had to admit the kid was a looker. Her sleek brown body moved like a jaguar. She had just enough breasts to draw a man’s attention, they rode firm and high on a well toned body. Her shapely, dancer’s legs led to a nice round, slight protruding butt that the lady certainly knew how to shake. A very useful skill if they were making a musical. Rob didn’t do musicals. He did action pictures.
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His prolonged sulk was broken by a knock on the door. When he opened it he was staring directly into Ramona’s large green eyes. Oh yeah, the lady was definitely a looker. She heard the music coming from the television. “Well, at least you’ve got good taste in music,” she chided, “May I come in?” Rob was just dressed in a white tee shirt and gym shorts. His well-tanned muscular body was on fine display. Ramona’s pink silk blouse was unbuttoned enough to show a generous portion of her cleavage. Her tight white slacks also didn’t leave very much to the imagination. Read more of this erotic sex story
Tad was on his way up in the corporation; he could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and he finally seemed to be making a good impression on his boss. He knew that competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn’t going to be enough. Tad knew that he was going to have to look the part as well. As much as he hated clothes shopping, he figured he’d bite the bullet and get a new suit or two and perhaps a matching sport jacket and pants. As usual, he got out of work late and the stores would be closing soon. It was Wednesday, and the men’s department was vacant. He poked through the racks for a few minutes then looked at his watch. If no one comes over here to help me in about the next two minutes, he thought, I’m outta here. He took a cursory look at three more suits, and suddenly a sexy Asian woman appeared at his side.
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“May I help you?” She smiled. Tad gave her the once over twice; her nametag said ‘Jen.’ Oh yeah, he thought, you can help me, but it’s got nothing to do with buying clothes. She could have been in her thirties but possibly younger. Her shoulder-length hair was straight; with the sheen of mink, it rippled like mercury when she moved. Even white teeth contrasted against her red glossy lipstick and her smooth oriental skin. Jen’s eyes sparkled, revealing glimpses of an inner passion; her eyebrows were thick and dark and perfectly shaped. Her body was curvy in all the right places; well fed but not fat, Tad estimated that she was a full C cup. “I need a couple of new suits and something perhaps a little more casual, but still business-like.” Jen locked her forearm with his. “Follow me, please. I think I know just what you’re looking for.” Doubt it, Tad thought, unless you know that I’m looking to get laid too. Jen lead him to a rack of suits, and it turned out that she was right. Within ten minutes, Tad had picked out a navy blue and a charcoal gray suit. “Come,” she said pulling him along. “We have to measure.” In the dressing room there were a couple of chairs, several full-length mirrors, and a two step high platform on which the men stood while tailors did their measuring. “Take off your pants and put them on the chair,” Jen directed. Tad froze like a dear in headlights. “We don’t have all night,” Jen said. “What, you think I’ve never seen a man in his underwear before?” Read more of this erotic sex story
Brian Doyle walked into the bank at 11:15. He saw that the tellers were busy, but the cute young black girl at the customer service desk looked bored. He sat in front of her, smiled, and said, “I’d like to transfer some money between accounts.” She looked up and smiled back at him; her nametag said Saundra Jones. “I can help you with that, sir.” Her smile exposed perfectly white and even teeth contrasted against her thick shapely lips that were coated in a subdued maroon lipstick.
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He placed his account card on the desk and slid it to her. Brian studied her as she tapped away at the computer keyboard. A generous swath of eyeliner dramatized Saundra’s jade green eyes and soft, thick lashes. She brushed her long, kinky hair away from her face several times as she typed. Brian could not help but thinking what those succulent lips would feel like wrapped around his dick. He found himself getting mildly aroused at the thought of having his way with this little hottie. He fantasized about waiting until the bank closed and then doing her right on the desk in full view of the locked glass door. The sweet contrast of a stodgy bank and him, a middle-aged, pale-assed mick, fucking a hot black chick made him hard. He watched as she typed, and it was clear that her pale green blouse was a size too small through the bust. As she got a slip of paper from the drawer, he could clearly see her breasts between the gap. It didn’t go unnoticed that her tits overflowed her cups. She kept her arms spread between the keyboard and a printer. Finally, he looked up from her breasts into her face. Read more of this erotic sex story
I love sex in every way, shape, and form. But what I really dig best is getting laid or sucked off when there’s a chance of getting caught or being seen. That’s when my dick is at its hardest and my load is at its sweetest. I’m an assistance manager at a local bank and one of our tellers feels the same way I do. I’ll call her Joan so her husband doesn’t find out. Joannie is tall and very attractive with long slim legs and firm pointy breasts. Last Friday, Joan was servicing the customers at the drive-in window when she had to go to the ladies’ room. I was the only other person in the bank so I took her place. An older woman had just pulled up when I felt a hand slide between my legs and grab my cock. It stiffened immediately. “I want to suck you so bad,” she moaned in my ear.
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Joan slid my cock around in my pants while I counted out the old lady’s money. I was getting harder and hornier by the minute, and the instant the car drove away, I pushed Joannie to her knees in front of me. We both fumbled with my zipper, and she groaned as my steaming hot dick fell out. The shaft was hard as a rock, and the swollen head was moist with pre-cum. “I love your cock,” Joan sighed as she wiped the tip all over her face, leaving white sticky traces. I watched as she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the swollen purple head. Her pink tongue flicked in and out of her hot mouth, sending sparks up and down my spine as she caressed and teased the rigid cock. I jerked my hips forward, trying to get my cock in her warm mouth, but she pulled away. “Not yet,” she said. Her hands grasped my balls and began pulling as her tongue jumped along the swollen shaft. Joannie kept licking and kissing my dick until I thought I was going to die. Read more of this erotic sex story
