A Weekend Alone

As usual the car arrives to pick me up at 7:00. I always make sure I'm ready. When I get in, I say hello to a woman I know well and lean forward to accept the blindfold she has for me. It covers my eyes leaving me with no sight and I know that it will be there for a while to come. We drive for a long time and eventually pull up and I am lead out of the car, up a step into a house and up some stairs. When I enter the room I know I must keep the blindfold on and I am told to strip by a man. I do as he says and then he orders me onto the bed on all fours. I am feeling horny now and my pussy is feeling wet. I am able to take his tool in my snatch and as he starts to pump me, I feel another one probing at my mouth. Both pricks are big making me guess that they are black men's cocks. I am spit roasted there on the bed, both men fucking my holes and I am getting worked up as I try to satisfy both of them. In a corner will be someone filming the whole experience for later viewing wh...

Previously on Centaurus: The band complete their goblin slaying job and return to town. On the way there they find a bedraggled Kayla and Lily and after some discussion they are made apprentice adventurers to the band. Now, Chapter 13: Ellaria stepped into the Adventurers Guild and paused. An awful lot of people were looking at her, in fact, every adventurer who happened to be in the guild seemed to be looking her way. She narrowed her eyes. "What are you looking at? Never seen an elf before?" The adventurers hesitantly turned back to their drinks. "Hmpph." She strode toward the main desk but paused partway. Glancing around to check she wasn't still being watched she surreptitiously pulled the job for the pack of royal slimes down from the job board then continued onward to the counter. The clerk was there, that clerk. Ellaria pursed her lips as she stepped up in front of her. "I'm here to turn in the goblin job." "Oh? Are you the only survi...

*Everyone below is over the age of 22. With the "situation" going on, I've found it really hard getting around and getting things done. Even getting my haircut has kind of been an exercise in aggravation. The place I usually got my hair cut closed down, so on a whim, I decided to go to the mall & visit the place my ex used to get HER hair cut. I get to the place and sign in with the receptionist. The pleasant young lady told me "Jamie" (not his real name) would be with me shortly. After about 15 minutes or so, I hear my name called by Jamie. I'm in my late 40's, about 5'9" and go about 190 lbs. I've been told I have handsome, masculine features. I'm good with that. Jamie was, in a word, cute. About 5'7" tall, slender and with the kind of spikey in the front, bleached blond hair. He had on a neat black pullover under his black stylists apron and these pants which were tight on his little butt coming down to just above his a...

There had been a spattering of rain all the way back from the airport, but as she was parking in the driveway, the skies opened. Almost immediately there was so much water running over the windscreen that she could barely make out her own front door. Sharon sighed, staring out through the world of running water. She'd just taken her husband to the airport, a trip more than an hour each way at this time of day. She didn't begrudge the fact that he'd been silent the entire trip, texting and emailing or whatever. He was good at his job, it came with marrying a man in his line of work. Nor did she begrudge him the hurried peck on the cheek before jumping out of the car, she'd even let the lack of a "goodbye" go. There had been a lot of traffic after all. What did wind her up was seeing Moira Stuart step out of a mini-cab two cars back, as Sharon checked her rearview mirror. Her husband had specifically told her that the office's lawyer wasn't going to the...