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Susan looked back over the numbers as she sipped her coffee. In the background, chatty morning talk radio spoke of sports and sex positions and someone laughed. There is always laughter on morning talk radio. Something is always funny. But Susan couldn’t enjoy it, because there was no time to laugh. She was crunching her businesses’ numbers.

Yesterday, seven shipments had made it around the Midwest, but one of her truckers was stuck in Akron, Ohio because of a snowstorm. He wouldn’t return for at least three days. She needed to be able to make up for his loss. She accounted for fuel and maintenance schedules. She feared it would take nothing for her business to go belly-up if she didn’t look at the accounting numbers herself every morning.

She heard a door squeak and Eric walked into the office down from the loading dock, surprising Susan because of the time of the morning. It was 7:04. She was usually the only one at work until at least 7:50.

But here was her favorite boytoy. Her current fantasy. Eric. He was young and cute and a strong kid. He was 23 and getting a divorce from his high school sweetheart. At the same time, he was back in college.

“Morning,” he said. Susan smiled back at him.

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I was born in a middle class family where cash was always short of requirements and married to a man who said he was working as property dealer but did not earn a dime so my demand of all luxuries of life were unfulfilled. I also longed for gold, good perfumes, good dresses but then money was not there.

My father in law although not rich could make a house in Delhi which came well within the city and income from rent was good. His wife had expired and expenses were low so the old man had good money lying in banks. I always planned to get hold of that money.

One day when I was bathing I felt as if somebody is on the door. Our house was old and bathroom door had lots of small holes. It appeared to me that somebody had put eyes on one such hole. Since I and my father in law were the only two people at home at that time It could have been my father in law only. As a knee jerk reaction I lunged for something to cover my body but then a lightening though struck my mind. Why not seduce the old man and get money out of pocket. The thought sent a chill down my spine and wetness in my cunt.

Firming up my thought I turned so as to face the door and give full view of my boobs to baba. I am sure the old man must have gone mad to see my big boobs and milky white curves. I allowed my boobs to dangle a bit. Even opened my thighs to let him see my pink pot mature horny school teachers and students fucking. Read the rest of mature celeb xxx »

While it’s a fact that I had seen all of your movies, and envied all your co-stars in the past, particularly those who had acted with you in all your steamy scenes which are a de rigueur in almost all your movies, never had I thought that I would be one day so lucky to not only be considered for a role in a movie opposite you, but also get a chance to audition for a wet-dream-come-true role where I play a virgin who gets seduced by you.

Me, moi, who had always found it difficult to control himself at the mere sight of you in your movies, always dressed so provocatively, that it almost always gave me an instant hard-on. While I had not seen you in real person till very recently, I had always imagined that you would be exuding this sensuous, seductive and enticing perfume, just a whiff of which would get me excited.

Reading the script itself had me so aroused that I had trouble thinking straight. It was simply the most erotic script I had ever encountered in my life. And I almost smiled when I came to the part early on in the script when you call me on the phone and tell me that you are wearing nothing else but your diamonds, perfume and a sexy smile. How I almost ached to hear that voice of yours that rang in my ears from various movies of yours, mouthing these seductive words to me.

And when I rang your doorbell so tentatively, full of apprehensions about my ability to measure up, for the script demanded an almost 90 minutes of sexual build up between you and me, and I am already beginning to be worried about being able to restrain myself for so long. I am aware, after all, that rehearsing for a 90 minute foreplay scene would make it difficult for me to control myself. While I play a virgin, the script is such that after 90 minutes of sheer sexual agony, you show me the way to ecstasy not once but 6 times in a span of the next 60 minutes.

Needless to say, I am trembling in desire already and my heart’s aflutter when you open the door dressed in a sleeveless, low-cut black satin top, more than anything else, the first things my senses take in is your spicy perfume, emanating as if from deep within your deep and distracting cleavage that I had trouble averting my surreptitious gaze from. You have obviously just had a bath, because your creamy skin is all aglow, your hair is wet, and the sheer scarlet lace of a t Read the rest of friend sex mature milf »

I was born in a middle class family where cash was always short of requirements and married to a man who said he was working as property dealer but did not earn a dime so my demand of all luxuries of life were unfulfilled. I also longed for gold, good perfumes, good dresses but then money was not there.

My father in law although not rich could make a house in Delhi which came well within the city and income from rent was good. His wife had expired and expenses were low so the old man had good money lying in banks. I always planned to get hold of that money.

One day when I was bathing I felt as if somebody is on the door. Our house was old and bathroom door had lots of small holes. It appeared to me that somebody had put eyes on one such hole. Since I and my father in law were the only two people at home at that time It could have been my father in law only. As a knee jerk reaction I lunged for something to cover my body but then a lightening though struck my mind. Why not seduce the old man and get money out of pocket. The thought sent a chill down my spine and wetness in my cunt.

Firming up my thought I turned so as to face the door and give full view of my boobs to baba. I am sure the old man must have gone mad to see my big boobs and milky white curves. I allowed my boobs to dangle a bit. Even opened my thighs to let him see my pink pot.

From that day it became a routine. Whenever I entered the bathroom baba will be there on the door within minutes and I will bare all for him. I even shaved my pussy in his full view and when I was having periods I opened my thighs to full inserted cloth there to let old man see what is happening there.

Then one day I noticed that baba had made a hole in toilet door too, a small pin hole mature women beautiful legs. Now he could see me pissing too. I used this opportunity to let him see the golden shower from my hole and enjoy. I would widen my legs more and more to let him have a fuller view of my holes. They were all shaved and clean now. At night also I noticed him to be standing near our bed room door specially when we were having sex. I started muttering dirty sexy words to excite him. Read the rest of black milf mature »

Ever since I got interested in sex I’ve had these fantasies about older women. Women in their 30’s and 40’s just seem to have that special something that most younger girls miss. At first I tried to convince myself that it was something wrong. I tried having relationships with girls my age but now that I’m 22 years old, all of that has changed…

It happened on a rainy afternoon out here in The Netherlands. After attending a boring lecture on economics at the university I decided to go shopping for a new pair of jeans. During the lecture my mind drifted off to the subject of sex several times and I was horny as hell. Walking through the town of Rotterdam, seeing all these mature women shopping only made it worse. When I finally got to the small jeans store I had in mind, I was actually so hot that it was hard to hide.

As I entered the shop I noticed there wasn’t anyone there. Therefore I started looking around myself. Suddenly I heard a very soothing voice behind me. “Hello, can I help you sir?.” I turned around and there was the stunning woman who was going to change my life forever. She was beautiful… “Uhmm…yes please I said,” and I told her I was looking for a pair of tight blue jeans. While she walked me to the other side of the store I took a glance at her. Long curly dark brown hair, a very nice butt and a pair of boobs that would drive any man completely crazy. She wore a pair of jeans and a very tight stretchy kind of shirt, leaving no fantasies about the shape of her body. Read the rest of mature women who like to have sex »

Rick could hardly believe his luck. His entire life, he had been obsessed with the idea of being with an older woman. He fantasized constantly, admiring teachers, women on the street, and even a few of his friends’ mothers. Of course, none of these fantasies had ever amounted to anything. How was he supposed to come on to a teacher or even a friend’s mother? There was no chance. That was the case up until now.

Rick had made a stop at the convenience store earlier that day and began admiring the woman in front of him. She was very short, probably no taller than 5′2″. She was a little heavy, but had a tantalizing round ass and an adorable face. Her eyebrow and lip were pierced, adding to the allure. They had struck up a conversation, during which time Rick also noticed her tongue piercing. He found out her name was Dominique and she was twenty-seven (Rick was only 19 at the time). She had two kids, who happened to be staying at their grandmothers for the day. Dominique was at the store picking up some beers before a trip to the beach with her sister, Audrey, and Audrey’s boyfriend Tony.

Already, thoughts of this now apparent MILF spreading her legs for Rick were rushing through the young man’s head. Dominique must have noticed the growing bulge in his pants when she looked up at him, grinning, and asked if he’d come along. He said sure.

The four of them walked to down the cracked street towards the beach. Audrey and Tony walked ahead while Rick and Dominique lagged behind, carrying towels, idly chatting and sizing each other up. They hit the hot sand and soon had picked out a spot for their towels. Read the rest of hot mature sexy ladies »

The room is filled with quiet warmth, dim light casting shadows on the walls. The music is soft, Frank Sinatra unless I’m mistaken. But I barely pay attention to the tune as we dance. Hand in hand we slowly circle. I fight to keep my hand from shaking as it rests lightly against your hip, held away from your skin only by the thin fabric of your pants. The skin of your hand is so soft against mine and I long to pull you to me, hold you close.

I’m conscious of the awkwardness of the moment. But dinner had been delicious, our conversation wonderful and inspiring. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that you saw me only as a child, that our age difference was something that concerned you. But I see you only as a beautiful woman, sexy and intelligent, and I can’t help but want you. And you took pity on me and agreed to dance.

I can’t take my eyes off of you as we slowly take a turn around our improvised dance floor. You catch my eyes and blush, as though you can see what I’m thinking. On a whim I spin you, watch as you complete your circle under my arm, taking in every curve of your body. As you complete your turn you smile and step closer to me, surprising me. Body to body now, our slow dance continues as my arm reaches around you, my fingers lightly tracing the small of your back. You rest your head on my shoulder and I can smell your hair. You fill my senses and you are intoxicating. Your arm goes around my neck, holding me close and I put the slightest pressure on your back, pulling you to me as well.

For the first time I notice my hard on, raging against my khakis and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as embarrassment fills me. Pressed against me as you are I know that you can feel my hard penis against your hip. But you’re gracious enough not to say anything as we hold each other close boy educated in sex.

Unable to resist any longer, I hesitantly turn and let my lips brush ever so lightly over your forehead. I’m filled with silent dread as your face rises up and our eyes lock, but you don’t pull away. I lean in again, our lips meeting for the first time. A spark races through me with even so small a kiss. I look deeply into your eyes and see the hesitation there. Yet your face tilts up to meet mine and we kiss again, first softly and then harder. Read the rest of mature xxx sex »

She gazed at me through an undulating haze of acrid cigarette smoke, considering my proposal. The bartender walked by, eyeing our drinks. I waited until he was a couple strides out of earshot. “Had any better offers lately?” I tried to sound casual but it came out forced. Her eyes stayed locked onto mine as she crossed her legs in a way that only women can do. The hem of her skirt rode up her thigh; she made no effort to pull it down. Bringing the remains of the cigarette to her lips, she took one long drag, filling her lungs and holding onto that breath like it might be worth something. The crow’s feet around her eyes crinkled, forming little valleys. She pursed her lips and blew a bluish cloud of smoke directly into my face. “Lets go,” Her manicured nails flashed a deep red in the dim light as she mashed the cigarette into the overflowing ashtray.

The band finished their last set as I pushed open the door, holding it, allowing her to walk through. The corners of her mouth raised ever so slightly as if to say “Ah, what a gentleman.” Her high heels made a sharp clicking sound as she walked down the concrete ramp. My eyes followed the contour of her hips as she strode ahead of me. Her wiggle made me ache. I couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like, feel like under that skirt.

I guided her through the parking lot to my car, my hand around her waist. The humidity of the July evening quickly closed in around us, my hand hot against the silk of her blouse. As I slipped the key into the lock and opened the door, she hesitated. “What’s your name?” “Dan”, I said. She nodded slightly and was quick to say, “I don’t normally do this, you know. Going off with some guy Read the rest of mature blowjob sluts »

I was married to a great woman who eventually decided that life abroad without me was preferable to a life here with me. We split up 12 years after taking our vows, but it was long enough for us to have had a child. Our daughter Sarah. It wasn’t an ugly break up and we never fought over or through our daughter. It was amicable as far as divorces go, and we shared custody. Our daughter went to school in Europe while living with her mother, and spent most of the holidays with me.

I got to keep the big house with my ex having moved away so I had a lot of spare space. It came in handy when entertaining out of town clients who didn’t want the corporate feel of a hotel. The four rooms on the second floor were converted into bedrooms, each with their own bath. One was permanently my daughter’s. The main floor was more or less for show. I put in a Pinball machine and a pool table, entertainment centre and full bar. It was fun for the clients and relaxing for me after long days at the office. The backyard had an in-ground pool, large deck and the property was fenced in by high hedges. It was as private as I could make it, as sometimes gatherings got a little out of hand.

I had the basement renovated for my own private use. I essentially lived in the basement. It housed my office and bedroom. I really only came out to eat and use the main floor from time to time. I never learned how to do more than barbeque so I had a cook come in each morning to prepare the food for the day, and I had a cleaning lady come in once a week to keep things tidy. The company footed most of the bills seeing as how I would host functions and put up clients so I didn’t have to worry about expenses. Read the rest of ladies mature free »

“You can’t spend the rest of your life being a gofer for a group of spoilt mums. This is a golden opportunity, you have to go.” Bernadette told him sternly.

Bernadette was lecturing him while she lay on the desk at our Boy Scout den, her skirt crumpled up around her waist, her top pushed up around her neck, her bra and panties on the floor.

A sheen of sweat shone on her stomach as Richard’s tongue licked down from her tits to enter her hot moist cunt.

“Oh Christ that’s lovely” she moaned, “Can you taste both our juices?”

Richard’s mouth was full so he didn’t answer.

Bernadette grabbed a handful of his jet black hair and pulled his head up,” listen to me you young bastard.”

His mouth wet with their combined secretions and a gleam in his eye he answered,

“The mixture down here is positively fabulous, the smell and taste of your well fucked cunt, must be the worlds greatest aphrodisiac.” With that his head pulled away as he again stuck his face between her legs.

“Oh you young bugger,” she laughed. “I meant talk to me about the possibility of a job with Rebecca and Robert.”

Within seconds her complaints were quickly forgotten, She started to buck and moan, for he had captured her erect clitoris between his teeth, and his tongue was lashing it lovingly.

Later as they looked around for their hurriedly discarded clothing and got dressed, she told him, “This opportunity with Rebecca is one in a lifetime.”

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