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  • Shaping Michelle

    Shaping Michelle
    Dec 3 2025
    Opening up to, and opened by, her tutor. By IAmJohnGalt1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life’s twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn’t involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I’d always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I’d always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law. Teaching wouldn’t pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle’s upscale preparatory school in Manhattan. Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don’t think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I’d taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England. When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn’t necessarily attracted to her. She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn’t going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents’ money could certainly ensure that, her parents’ values wouldn’t entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad’s small-town Ohio hardware store to a director’s corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they’ll expect that kid to at least get a degree. Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I’d only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we’d developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we’d end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle. Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed. “hey Milo, I hope this isn’t weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn’t sure why she was asking me about availability – she’d graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin. “hey Michelle, what’s up?” I replied. Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren’t necessarily on texting terms. We’d exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren’t chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn’t have any plans that Saturday and figured it’d be nice to spend some of it guiding the youth. “how about dinner at your place? I know you said you like to cook and I’d love to try something tasty” she responded, with that little emoji licking its lips punctuating the proposal. Now that was out of the ordinary. She wanted to have dinner? A coffee “date” was what I’d had in mind, but her message triggered something in me. Maybe it was the not-so-recent breakup I’d gone through, or pining for the lost days of my own youth, but suddenly I thought it’d be quite nice to have dinner with her. It’d be fun to whip up one of those Italian dishes that’s dead simple to make yet impresses people, and maybe even flirt a bit. A pretty, fit, 18-year-old Asian girl batting her eyelashes at me would be enough of a reward. I agreed and told her to come to my apartment at 7PM that Saturday. She responded “awesome!” and left it at that. I returned to my work and the ...
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  • Housekeeping Services

    Housekeeping Services
    Dec 3 2025
    Housekeeping Services. When a wife lets a cleaning service do everything. Based on a post by AllenWoody. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Shannon's delegated housework. Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer, The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local housecleaning company. The English translation reads; ' Yes, Indeed!' the Toronto metro cleaning service is confirming the resident's weekly request. Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before settling back into the cushions of her chaise. She tapped the new link on her smartphone. May We clean your home today? Mais Oui! Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently subscribing to the following services: Mais Oui Premium Interior Package: Our Angels will dust, vacuum, mop, clean interior glass, and wipe down counters. Baths and the kitchen will be deep cleaned and sanitized. They will collect and wash any dirty dishes and bag and carry away all trash. Mais Oui Three-day Meal Package: Our culinary Angels will prepare three dinners. One will be served hot and ready at 6:00; the other two will be left in the refrigerator for easy reheating later in the week. With a touch Shannon confirmed the selections, but before she could return to daydreaming, her phone chimed again. Special Offer! As a discerning, multi-package subscriber, we are inviting you to help pilot a new service: Mais Oui Ball Emptying: One of our carefully-selected Angels will see to the comfort of your husband by thoroughly washing his male apparatus, then applying skilled and patient oral stimulation until his balls are drained and he's content and relaxed. Includes all cleanup. Currently available at a 50% discount to our multi-package subscribers. From her spot in the sun room Shannon had a view of her husband, Ron Thorton; working in the yard. We're so different, she thought. Though quite affluent, Ron preferred to perform their yard work himself. As she watched he trimmed the grass at the edge of the walkways, raked it into clumps, and composted it. He had already mowed and put down mulch, and by now was soaked in sweat. He couldn't have looked more content. The couple had just become empty-nesters. She was finally able to do more with her bridge club and the ladies at their country club. He'll appreciate it, Shannon decided. Also, it would spare her the trouble later. Ron always got so horny when he spent the afternoon working in the yard. Increasingly, sex seemed like a chore to her. This would be a win/win! With a sly smile Shannon Thorton clicked on the link, adding Ball Emptying to the list of subscriptions. Clicking her response, generated the following; Confirmed: the following crew members will arrive at the scheduled hour. They include: Ana, Marisol, Myra, and Paola. Paola's New Job. Paola recently joined the company. She hoped this more discrete and curated client base would be safer than what her cousins had been risking, in their escort venture; marketed toward traveling businessmen. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Paola bravely resolved. The man of the house, her notes said his name was Ron, wasn't bad looking. He was older, of course, all of their clients were. But he kept in shape, still had his hair, and gave the entire Mais Oui crew a warm smile when they arrived, not just Paola, even though she was the youngest and prettiest. "I can get out of your way," Ron said, beginning to climb from his lounge chair. "No, no, that's okay isn't it, Paola?" his wife, Shannon; said with a wink to sweet young Paola.. "Yes, Mrs. Shannon." The lady of the house hadn't told her husband about the extra service, Paola realized. That could make it fun. The rest of the crew spread out into the house. Ana began vacuuming upstairs, Marisol tucked herself away into the kitchen to prepare the meals, and Mayra headed off to clean the baths. Paola dusted and cleaned, but only in the sunroom where Ron could check her out. His wife got up to get a glass of wine, then return to read a magazine and observe. Gringos really liked her Paola. They commented on her doll-like proportions and her wild, dark hair. She was slimmer than most Latinas, and though her tits were also modest, they were soft and jiggly when she wore the loose stretch-lace bra. She was wearing it today. "Excuse me, Mr. Ron," she said, leaning over the gentleman to dust a table. She braced herself with a hand on his thigh, and was pleased to see that when she stood again, his cock was already swelling. "Oh, sure." The gentleman squirmed in his seat, then shot his wife a glance. But when she only smiled back, he seemed to relax. Paola continued, making sure to bend over when Ron could appreciate her backside, letting her pastel blue yoga pants entertain him; or toward him to call attention to her cleavage. She shook her hips as she moved about the room, but once she had teased him enough, Paola said, "Did your wife tell you about our new service?" "Oh, ah, no, I don't think so?" "I think she wanted ...
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  • My Honey Cousin: Part 3

    My Honey Cousin: Part 3
    Dec 2 2025
    My Honey Cousin: Part 3. Wine and wanton lusts. Based on a post by Guzzler 21. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time. The sexual tension between Darren and Amy was palpable, and there was a great chance that she might want to get at it again, during the day. Maybe it was just best for him to have nothing underneath, he thought. Darren steadied himself with some deep breaths and thoughts of rugby, then he made his way down to the kitchen. Aunt Lily had made them ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of potato crisps. A classic lunch he remembered always having here. As he was watching Lily eat her lunch, he couldn’t help but to think that those lips, that mouth had tasted his cum just moments ago! Had she noticed? Did she like his cum? Most likely, his aunt hadn’t noticed anything different about the creamy milkshake she swallowed. But just the thought was still very arousing to Darren. Farm Chores. After lunch, aunt Lily proclaimed that it was ‘chore time.’ This was an often occurring event whenever Darren had stayed at their house, during the years. It was sort of a farm, anyway; so there were actual chores that had to be done on it. Some days she let Amy and Darren roam free; but every once and again, she made them help out with different chores on the farm. “Darren, can you repair the old canvas on the shelf in the barn, and Amy, I need you to feed the chickens and chop some fire wood;” Lily said. Some years ago, Lily had shown Darren how to repair and sew in heavy canvases. It was called sailmaking and used different tools, like a heavy duty twine and needle and a gadget you had in the palm of your hand called a sailmaker’s palm; to make it easier to push the needle through the thick canvas. Darren had proved to be gifted in this craft; and egged on by his aunt, he took pride in being good at it. Amy didn’t have the patience for it, so it kind of became Darren’s ‘thing,’ to repair canvases around the farm. Darren was happy for the assignment and made his way out to the barn. He found the old canvas, it was a huge thing, often used to cover hay stacks during bad weather. It was also heavy. He sat himself down on some hay bales and spread out the large canvas over his knees, tools at the ready. It was probably about 5 x 5 yards, at least. Sewing was about as masculine a skill as Darren was a rough and tough guy. But when it was about handling this thick and tough textile with a big needle and the sailmaker’s palm, he actually felt a bit more masculine. He felt like a tough sailor on some harbor dock; doing manly stuff. The weather was nice, and the air pleasant. He sat in the shade of the barn and started repairing the corner of it that had begun to fray. It was conducive to meditating and time passed as he sat there, concentrating on his work. He was so focused that Amy’s sudden presence looking out at him from the barn door, startled him! “Hey there, Darren;” she said in a cheerful manner. She looked beautiful. Amy stepped out into the sunlight. She was standing there in the afternoon sun, shining through her thin dress. The silhouette of her bare legs could be seen through the yellow cotton fabric. She walked up to him with the posture of someone who has an idea. ”Are you done with that?” she asked; and nodded to the large canvas spread out over his lap and the hay around him. “I have a bit left. Have you already done your chores?” Amy just nodded, with that mischievous smile. She was biting her bottom lip and obviously wanted to say something more; “I’ll be just 10 more minutes;” Darren said, trying to soothe her impatience. He was also curious about what she had in mind. She wanted something, that much was clear. Amy was still fidgeting and looking at him with hungry eyes. He suspected she wanted to suggest something; seductive. “I’m not happy about mom getting to taste you before I did, and she got so much more of you even! Now I want you, just for myself;” Amy said, the last part ending in a deep whisper. “Spread your legs;” she continued and pulled the canvas covering Darren’s groin away. With the needle in one hand and the sailmaker’s palm in the other, Darren did as he was told. His sweat pants were already becoming a tent for his rising cock. Amy was very determined. She yanked Darren’s sweatpants down and her expression was of a surprised happiness when she noticed he had chosen not to wear anything under. His semi swollen cock came into her view. Darren didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before she was crouched down between his legs, her face just inches from his twitching cock. Darren was frozen in erotic shock! It was happening! He’d only heard, read, and fantasized about it. But now; he was finally going to get; a blow job! Amy looked up and their eyes met. She had a seductive grin. “Darren!” His heart sank. He heard aunt Lily calling him! “Darren! Are you in the barn?” Her voice was coming closer! ...
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