Foxy Lady

Foxy Lady

The Twentieth Century Fox anthem rumbled through the home theatre speakers quickly followed by the first horn blasts of space opera. Rare to have the opportunity, but Fox loved her classic films. This one, in particular, she was watching on the hundred-and-fifteenth anniversary of its theatrical release. Her boots lifted onto the ottoman and she crossed them at the ankles. The ottoman, his name was Larry, offered a quiet grunt without his naked body moving. His only body hair was the dark balding horseshoe of dyed black hair around his bowed head. "I said there would be silence during the movie," Fox growled at him. Lifting her right leg, she lightly poked his side with her stiletto heel. "I'm sorry, mistress," he … [Read more...]

Accepted

Accepted

Piper gasped‚Ķsort of. Most of her gasps and moans were for the benefit of the john involved, and rarely a reflection of how she felt. Mitchell, the hairy man on top of her, liked the missionary position. He liked it so much that his half-hour sessions were missionary, from start to finish. He would rarely, if ever, climax and that was never an issue for him. Even knowing this, he always brought his own condom and put it on without urging. Piper assumed it was a control thing. With the large man on top of her, it was not as though she had much control over anything. The hair on his back and chest was heavier, and darker, than the fringe left on his head. His beer belly sloshed against her as his tiny penis barely penetrated her, … [Read more...]