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It's our neighbor, Emily's, Dirty Thirty today. We hosted her party of three in our birthday suits at our home. Being new homeowners, we granted her wishes to blow my husband's magic candle and eat my moist cake between my legs. She was so grateful for our priceless gifts that
she cried in happiness. They eagerly anticipated her annual week-long birthday celebration, because the neighborhood loves her so much. Surely, she had a blast when it ended, which I learned was celebrated in every home she went to for days on the block! Is it a birthday thing or trick-or-treating?

***

Is this too revealing? My nipples are pressing against the thin fabric of my top, and I know that every slight movement will accentuate them. I could wear a bra to cover them up, but walking around without one excites me more than the delicious friction my nipples create against the fabric.
I enjoy it when you dress up like a slut, and everyone stares, he whispers in my ear as he grasps my hand, placing it on the rigid bulge in his trousers. Later, he promises. By the time we leave the hotel room, my thongs are already drenched.

***

He was a gardener. She was a wild flower, conditioned to think of herself as a weed, to be trampled underfoot. It was winter in her life, a flower without the sun. With care, she thrived in the light of his Midnight dawn. In time he both tamed and trained her to see her natural beauty.
Carefully he transplanted her from the crack in the pavement to a beautiful porcelain pot, where she flourished and bloomed in his care. He watered her with love and nourished her, feeding her a special elixir of his own preparation. She became his rose.

***

Spread your legs for me. She did as he commanded, giving him access to what he craved. He reached down to run his fingers along the pink folds, already wet with desire. He smiled, reveling in his power to arouse her. His thumb found her hard little nub and rubbed tiny circles around it while he nibbled
on her neck and ears. Her impassioned moans echoed as he slowly thrust deep inside her. The sensation of her soft wetness engulfing his hard cock was exhilarating. As he moved inside her, he knew this wasn't just fucking it was ecstasy.

***

After some intensely decadent foreplay, her lover spread a copious
amount of the special anal lubricant all over her puckered rosebud. His finger slid inside her ass as he kissed her passionately. Darling, take me now, she purred. He hesitated momentarily, wondering how many men had previously had the pleasure of fucking her ass before him.
Sensing his tentativeness, she whispered seductively, I've never had a lover take my ass, darling. I can't wait for you to be the first. His eyes closed, and he moaned as he pushed into her virgin asshole, never noticing that her fingers were crossed.

***

I answered the knock at the hotel room door, surprised to find a sexy man carrying a folded massage table. Your husband hired me to give you our five-star massage. I glanced at Richard, who smiled.Oh, yes, please come in! As he set up, he said, Full body oil massage. oh, and I usually give
my clients a happy ending. If that's OK. I smiled. What's five-star about a single orgasm? By my third, Richard's hard cock was out, and I could feel the masseur's big erection throbbing against my hand. This was going just as I'd always fantasized!

***

He looked at her lustfully, pushing her onto her back. Kissing his way
down her body, he stopped at her mound for some clever tongue action and slipped a finger into her wetness. As she moaned, he traced circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, gave it a quick flick, and then took it into his mouth to suck on. Her hips gently rocked as he slipped a second finger inside her, then a
third. You're so tight, baby. I'd feel even tighter with your cock in me. He grinned, obliging her. He'd be crazy to refuse.

***

The sway of her chestnut hair matches her ethereal whimpers. Impaled on my husband, with the countenance of an angel, she pleads for her second prize. Posed like the Sphinx, her lips lock around Pierre's thick shaft. Sitting thigh against thigh, I can feel his warmth. Camille looks across and we share our secret connivance. Sandwiched between two experienced women, his fresh meat twitches in our seductive caress.
Keep watching, she wants you to see this. Her boyfriend mumbles and fidgets. Cum for us, Camille whispers. Groaning hard, his hot cream erupts. Good boy, I purr, caressing his balls.

***

How do you like my boss? Sir inquires as we are on our way home from lunch with his boss. He seems cool, though we barely talked because you were discussing business. I'm pretty sure the only thing he thinks about me is how hot I am, I joke, feigning confidence. Definitely. He likes chubby women. Chubby? Sir's hand, which is casually on my knee, creeps up my skirt. Your ass
is huge—exactly how I like it. His lazy smile grows wider, his fingers sliding under my panties. By the time we get home, I'm writhing and screaming his name.

***

The newly trained submissive couldn't help but moan, causing her Master to grin. His spanking initiation was typically enough to keep his subs
in line. But occasionally, he was blessed to have a naughty kitten drop into his lap. So, the little slut likes to be spanked? Well, he'd make sure to find reasons to discipline her. He caught her looking at him as lust coursed through his veins. Eye contact is grounds for spanking!
She smiled gleefully, positioning herself over his knee for another round. His cock twitched as he turned her bottom bright pink. .and made her cum.

***

The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails.
Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes saucer. I chew my lip. Flash forward to porcelain thighs wrapping his bucking hips in the stock room, perched on boxes, our frenzied needs cresting. I'll stifle moans at bitten nipples and neck.
Gasp. Clutch. Chase desperate release, lidded gaze locked over his shoulder on my watching husband. I eye the clerk. The shoes. My fortieth pair. I'll take them.

***

The body underneath me belongs to him. A man with high standards and harder features. Those which I enjoy at the moment.
Strong muscles press into my fingers. Pubic hair tickles my nose. Veiny hardness touches my tongue. I worship all that beauty he brings to the table. But as I look up, all I see is you. You.watching me. You.turning me on. You.making me wet. Your watchful eyes are in control, guiding me with a lustful stare. You
are in charge, invisibly. Watch me, baby.

***

Her sweaty hand clasped a book taken from the shelf in her room. She owned all of his books. The line moved. She shuffled forward. Two left. Would he notice her dressed as a character from his book? She adjusted her red dress. One left. She hugged his book against her midriff. Her stomach fluttered regardless. Her turn. His hand touched hers, exchanging jolts. What's your name? C- Cathy. He scribbled in her book. She berated herself out of the bookstore. Her only chance wasted. She
opened the book. Almost fainting, she read. Soho Grand Hotel. 212. Knock five times.

***

With a playful glint in her eyes, she moved closer to him, her fingers tracing a delicate path along the rugged lines of his jaw. Let me take you for a test drive, she whispered seductively into his ear, her lips brushing his earlobe.
Her fingers traced his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Every caress was an exploration, a promise of what was to come. She was ready to explore all he had to offer, pushing boundaries to discover the power and control he hid beneath his exterior.
She drove him to his limits like a woman possessed

***

She assured me, I'm working late, my boss is demanding, and quelled my suspicions. I loved her. I believed her. Then I found her new panties that she only wore to work. She said to avoid panty lines. I believed her. The late nights became more frequent, my suspicions arose, but she said it came with the job. I believed her. She started going on business trips, returning with new sex tricks, but she said not to worry, that she loved me. I believed her. Months passed, more questions
than answers, until she confirmed my suspicions. I believed her.

***

Those bronzed, muscular thighs emerging from those silken red shorts? I've seen them spread wide, trembling as she held them in the air as I pumped. That curvy bottom, stained by grass stains and bent tight as she prepares to deliver a corner?
I grasped it as I nailed her from behind. I've pulled that ponytail tight. I've kissed that mouth that smiles ruefully as she loses control of the ball. I playedkeep it upwith her. She dribbled. I shot. Her scent rises from the depths of my memory. I wonder who her
substitute for me is.

***

I love cum in my mouth and on my lips and chin, but not in my nose, eyes, or hair. Still, it was my turn to be the main act, this week's lucky Show-n-Tell Slut for our swing group, so I made sure all three guys spurted all over my face. The watchers cheered and applauded as I came with Jack - Mr. Big - pumping deep inside of me.
I was a mess, cum-slathered, dripping, hair matted, but I knew I'd have many eager hands and tongues to help me clean up in our big shower stall. Such fun!

***

In the gently folded corner of her poems lies the essence of her love
for him. If you were to read those unspoken poems, you would find, she whispered secrets into her cup. With salacious lips, she invited her lover for a midnight feast. Dancing in half-light she showed him her delectable desires. Stripping away her inhibitions as she shed her dress and silken lingerie.
The banquet of her body laid out before him, to quench their hunger and thirst. He feasted on her body, plundering her core and nourishing her body as he filled her with his seed.

***

***

It's our neighbor, Emily's, Dirty Thirty today. We hosted her party of three in our birthday suits at our home. Being new homeowners, we granted her wishes to blow my husband's magic candle and eat my moist cake between my legs. She was so grateful for our priceless gifts that

she cried in happiness. They eagerly anticipated her annual week-long birthday celebration, because the neighborhood loves her so much. Surely, she had a blast when it ended, which I learned was celebrated in every home she went to for days on the block! Is it a birthday thing or trick-or-treating?

***

Is this too revealing? My nipples are pressing against the thin fabric of my top, and I know that every slight movement will accentuate them. I could wear a bra to cover them up, but walking around without one excites me more than the delicious friction my nipples create against the fabric.

I enjoy it when you dress up like a slut, and everyone stares, he whispers in my ear as he grasps my hand, placing it on the rigid bulge in his trousers. Later, he promises. By the time we leave the hotel room, my thongs are already drenched.

***

He was a gardener. She was a wild flower, conditioned to think of herself as a weed, to be trampled underfoot. It was winter in her life, a flower without the sun. With care, she thrived in the light of his Midnight dawn. In time he both tamed and trained her to see her natural beauty.

Carefully he transplanted her from the crack in the pavement to a beautiful porcelain pot, where she flourished and bloomed in his care. He watered her with love and nourished her, feeding her a special elixir of his own preparation. She became his rose.

***

Spread your legs for me. She did as he commanded, giving him access to what he craved. He reached down to run his fingers along the pink folds, already wet with desire. He smiled, reveling in his power to arouse her. His thumb found her hard little nub and rubbed tiny circles around it while he nibbled

on her neck and ears. Her impassioned moans echoed as he slowly thrust deep inside her. The sensation of her soft wetness engulfing his hard cock was exhilarating. As he moved inside her, he knew this wasn't just fucking it was ecstasy.

***

After some intensely decadent foreplay, her lover spread a copious

amount of the special anal lubricant all over her puckered rosebud. His finger slid inside her ass as he kissed her passionately. Darling, take me now, she purred. He hesitated momentarily, wondering how many men had previously had the pleasure of fucking her ass before him.

Sensing his tentativeness, she whispered seductively, I've never had a lover take my ass, darling. I can't wait for you to be the first. His eyes closed, and he moaned as he pushed into her virgin asshole, never noticing that her fingers were crossed.

***

I answered the knock at the hotel room door, surprised to find a sexy man carrying a folded massage table. Your husband hired me to give you our five-star massage. I glanced at Richard, who smiled.Oh, yes, please come in! As he set up, he said, Full body oil massage. oh, and I usually give

my clients a happy ending. If that's OK. I smiled. What's five-star about a single orgasm? By my third, Richard's hard cock was out, and I could feel the masseur's big erection throbbing against my hand. This was going just as I'd always fantasized!

***

He looked at her lustfully, pushing her onto her back. Kissing his way

down her body, he stopped at her mound for some clever tongue action and slipped a finger into her wetness. As she moaned, he traced circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, gave it a quick flick, and then took it into his mouth to suck on. Her hips gently rocked as he slipped a second finger inside her, then a

third. You're so tight, baby. I'd feel even tighter with your cock in me. He grinned, obliging her. He'd be crazy to refuse.

***

The sway of her chestnut hair matches her ethereal whimpers. Impaled on my husband, with the countenance of an angel, she pleads for her second prize. Posed like the Sphinx, her lips lock around Pierre's thick shaft. Sitting thigh against thigh, I can feel his warmth. Camille looks across and we share our secret connivance. Sandwiched between two experienced women, his fresh meat twitches in our seductive caress.

Keep watching, she wants you to see this. Her boyfriend mumbles and fidgets. Cum for us, Camille whispers. Groaning hard, his hot cream erupts. Good boy, I purr, caressing his balls.

***

How do you like my boss? Sir inquires as we are on our way home from lunch with his boss. He seems cool, though we barely talked because you were discussing business. I'm pretty sure the only thing he thinks about me is how hot I am, I joke, feigning confidence. Definitely. He likes chubby women. Chubby? Sir's hand, which is casually on my knee, creeps up my skirt. Your ass

is huge—exactly how I like it. His lazy smile grows wider, his fingers sliding under my panties. By the time we get home, I'm writhing and screaming his name.

***

The newly trained submissive couldn't help but moan, causing her Master to grin. His spanking initiation was typically enough to keep his subs

in line. But occasionally, he was blessed to have a naughty kitten drop into his lap. So, the little slut likes to be spanked? Well, he'd make sure to find reasons to discipline her. He caught her looking at him as lust coursed through his veins. Eye contact is grounds for spanking!

She smiled gleefully, positioning herself over his knee for another round. His cock twitched as he turned her bottom bright pink. .and made her cum.

***

The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails.

Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes saucer. I chew my lip. Flash forward to porcelain thighs wrapping his bucking hips in the stock room, perched on boxes, our frenzied needs cresting. I'll stifle moans at bitten nipples and neck.

Gasp. Clutch. Chase desperate release, lidded gaze locked over his shoulder on my watching husband. I eye the clerk. The shoes. My fortieth pair. I'll take them.

***

The body underneath me belongs to him. A man with high standards and harder features. Those which I enjoy at the moment.

Strong muscles press into my fingers. Pubic hair tickles my nose. Veiny hardness touches my tongue. I worship all that beauty he brings to the table. But as I look up, all I see is you. You.watching me. You.turning me on. You.making me wet. Your watchful eyes are in control, guiding me with a lustful stare. You

are in charge, invisibly. Watch me, baby.

***

Her sweaty hand clasped a book taken from the shelf in her room. She owned all of his books. The line moved. She shuffled forward. Two left. Would he notice her dressed as a character from his book? She adjusted her red dress. One left. She hugged his book against her midriff. Her stomach fluttered regardless. Her turn. His hand touched hers, exchanging jolts. What's your name? C- Cathy. He scribbled in her book. She berated herself out of the bookstore. Her only chance wasted. She

opened the book. Almost fainting, she read. Soho Grand Hotel. 212. Knock five times.

***

With a playful glint in her eyes, she moved closer to him, her fingers tracing a delicate path along the rugged lines of his jaw. Let me take you for a test drive, she whispered seductively into his ear, her lips brushing his earlobe.

Her fingers traced his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Every caress was an exploration, a promise of what was to come. She was ready to explore all he had to offer, pushing boundaries to discover the power and control he hid beneath his exterior.

She drove him to his limits like a woman possessed

***

She assured me, I'm working late, my boss is demanding, and quelled my suspicions. I loved her. I believed her. Then I found her new panties that she only wore to work. She said to avoid panty lines. I believed her. The late nights became more frequent, my suspicions arose, but she said it came with the job. I believed her. She started going on business trips, returning with new sex tricks, but she said not to worry, that she loved me. I believed her. Months passed, more questions

than answers, until she confirmed my suspicions. I believed her.

***

Those bronzed, muscular thighs emerging from those silken red shorts? I've seen them spread wide, trembling as she held them in the air as I pumped. That curvy bottom, stained by grass stains and bent tight as she prepares to deliver a corner?

I grasped it as I nailed her from behind. I've pulled that ponytail tight. I've kissed that mouth that smiles ruefully as she loses control of the ball. I playedkeep it upwith her. She dribbled. I shot. Her scent rises from the depths of my memory. I wonder who her

substitute for me is.

***

I love cum in my mouth and on my lips and chin, but not in my nose, eyes, or hair. Still, it was my turn to be the main act, this week's lucky Show-n-Tell Slut for our swing group, so I made sure all three guys spurted all over my face. The watchers cheered and applauded as I came with Jack - Mr. Big - pumping deep inside of me.

I was a mess, cum-slathered, dripping, hair matted, but I knew I'd have many eager hands and tongues to help me clean up in our big shower stall. Such fun!

***

In the gently folded corner of her poems lies the essence of her love

for him. If you were to read those unspoken poems, you would find, she whispered secrets into her cup. With salacious lips, she invited her lover for a midnight feast. Dancing in half-light she showed him her delectable desires. Stripping away her inhibitions as she shed her dress and silken lingerie.

The banquet of her body laid out before him, to quench their hunger and thirst. He feasted on her body, plundering her core and nourishing her body as he filled her with his seed.

***