Diane walked through the house passing by the den as she did. A quick glance told her that Glen was absorbed in the football game as usual and would be for at least a couple more hours. They had hardly spoken since their big fight last week which was not that out of the normal anymore. They just didn't make up overnight like they had back in the old days. Now in their 50's the fights could sometimes lead to 2 or 3 weeks of just cordial conversation and no affection at all. She decided tonight was going to be…

My aunt came to see my mother one day when I was home and I saw her in a different way than I have before. She was wearing a short skirt and her top was tighter than anything I'd seen her wear before. She looked amazing for a 62 year old. Me being 34 meant that my hormones were running high and I could not stop looking at her. After about 2 to 3 hours of talking and drinking, everyone seemed to get louder and loosen up; shoes came off and legs were kicked up on seats to relax. That's when…

This is part 3 of the ongoing story of "How I Became A Gigolo: Became slave to guests. Namita hosted a dinner party for the ladies association in the apartment. She informed me that I need to be in her house for all the household related work that day. Since it was a Saturday I left for my daily routine. After Namita, Janny and the secretary service I went to Namita house. She ordered me to arrange the terrace for dinner and made arrangement for a small place where I can sit comfortably on ground. She got the place covered with…

This is the second part of the previous story (in continuation to How I Became A Gigolo Part One) After foot massaging Namita asked me to meet at a hotel address that she shared. I went to that hotel. To my surprise another lady was present with Namita with her face back. "Slave. Kiss my foot and my friends' as well. She is Tina." I kissed both ladies foot but didn't see Tina face yet. Tina giggled when I kissed her foot. She was pleased and took a snap immediately. I felt embarrassed as Namita was sharing me with her friends too. Namita ordered…

This is a story of how I was turned to become a household boy and then gigolo for all kind of ladies who used me like anything for their satisfaction. Part1 .... It all started when I was returning from office late night  one day when my tire punctured and there was no one nearby to repair. I was waiting for some transport to move ahead. Meanwhile a white car came in the direction I wanted to go and stopped near me. The driver slid the window pane down and asked me if I needed any help. Since there was no…

I woke up to a body full of pain. A tube ran down my throat and pins threw each knee and attached to medal rods running on each side of them. My left hand was in a cast, my jaw wired shut, and my chest ached like never before. A nurse came into the room and saw I was awake. “Don't move, I will get the doctor. You were in a bad accident.” Was all she said before rushing out of the room. A few minutes later the doctor came in. “Hello. How are you feeling?” “I hurt all over,”…

I am 70 years old and have a step-daughter 52 years of age.  She lives in Florida, while I live in Idaho.  When we lived closer to each other, I would visit her from time to time with her mom and I would always walk out with a hard on.  She is a tall blonde, big tits, small waist, big ass and the longest legs you can find, but she always managed to give me a peek as she would bend down to pick something off the floor and those tits spilled out almost to the floor, or she would…

Ever since my first fuck with my brother, it felt like my pussy was ready for fucking 24/7! I'd wake up and my hand would immediately slide down my stomach to find my cunt lips already damp with my juices. Most days I'd just pump my fingers into my hungry hole until sweet orgasmic bliss rushed over me, but if I was feeling extra horny, I'd cross the hall to Benjy's room and wake him up by wrapping my lips around his morning wood. I loved to see it standing straight up, tenting the bedclothes like my own personal fuck…

I am a short person, not extremely well built but sometimes other larger men seem to get a hard on when I am close to them.  Sometimes I wonder if it is something I say or do.  Maybe my actions when talking with them suggest something else entirely. The following is an example of what happened last week when I visited a friend in Florida and went to a football game with him. We did the normal stuff: hotdogs, beer, standing and shouting as our team did something good.  The place was packed and there was a guy directly behind…

Based on experiences working in the isolation tier at a women's prison: --- You check your watch, get out of your chair and open the heavy door leading to the cells. It's time for yet another cell check, which in isolation is done every ten minutes, all day, every day. The long hallway has fifteen cells along the right hand side, and you walk slowly, peering into each cell through the large window in the door. The cells are small and bare - just a sleeping mat in the corner, a steel toilet jutting out of the other corner, and…

The morning sun sent shafts of warm light through the wooden slats and across my naked body as I lay on top of the twisted, rumpled sheets. We had both forgotten to close the blind properly before going to bed while comfortably drunk on the mead Christine had brought home. A bee knocked itself between the open window and the blind, then found its way into the room where it passed over our bodies and through the open door to the hallway. As its buzzing faded I heard Christine's breathing pause, then resume. I turned onto my side and saw…

Inside the rented immaculate beachfront Santa Monica mansion, I was in the open concept formal living room getting myself ready as I stared at the amazing modern paintings that hung brilliantly on the white walls. After putting on my black/white Air Jordan 1 sneakers, I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. My custom-made black 'King of New York' T-shirt with the rhinestones accentuated my muscles, the matching black long shorts, and my platinum and diamond medallion completed the look. I felt like the undisputed king of New York! After putting on my black New York Yankees cap,…

Inside a luxury lower Manhattan spa, a tall, green-eyed olive-skinned brunette with an athletic built laid naked on a black leather sofa with a white cotton towel tied around her slim waist. Her name was Rilynn Rae, a popular Adult film star, and she looked like a radiant princess as she held her smartphone texting her black lover. Rilynn: Hey baby Maré: What’s up, baby girl? Rilynn: I miss you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about that BBC practically all day. I want to fuck! How’s that sounds? Maré: Sounds dope to me. Where are you?…

When this happened, I had been married to Andrea for about ten years. Andrea was the typical suburban milf, about 5'3", fairly thin and fair skinned, small breasts and a small but round ass. Before we met each other Andrea was known to be a total slut, whereas I had only been with one other girl before her. She seemed to feel she had become a different person after marriage, and became a stay at home wife, but after so much time she got bored of that and decided to get a job as a waitress. I thought it'd be nice…

“Oh, jeez, look, she’s jerking his pud!” gasped Janet, fanning herself as she watched my wife’s hand sneak down and grip Roger’s stiff wang, protruding from his open fly. “Are you OK, with this, Sam? How are you feeling?” “This is so crazy, she’s really grabbing that guy’s dick. I almost can’t believe it, but there she is naked as a jaybird and just tugging away on that young guy’s prick while he feels her boobs up,” I said. “This is incredibly kinky,” panted Ed as he fapped away, sweat beading on his forehead. “I can’t believe you are jerking…

“Well, I mean, it’s not guaranteed or anything, but that’s certainly her goal for the evening,” said Janet defensively. “She’s not bringing those boys back here to have cookies and milk. I mean, did you really not see where this evening was headed?” “Come on Janet,” said Ed with a surprised look. “You can’t just expect Sam to swallow that. This is his wife, after all.” “This wasn’t my damn idea,” said Janet. “How would you feel if your wife had sex with one or possibly both of these young men tonight, Sam?” She looked at me, waiting for a…

“Ok, boys, what do you think?” called Janet, opening the sliding screen door and pushing my wife out onto the patio. My mouth dropped open as I gazed at my wife’s tiny black dress. It was cut low to expose her generous cleavage and was so short that there were a few inches of thigh visible above the tops of her stockings. I noticed Ed staring with shock at my wife’s slutty outfit and he adjusted his crotch unconsciously as he ogled her body. Anne tugged bashfully at the hem of her dress and wiggled her hips. She was blushing…