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Sandy was so exhausted from cleaning Mike’s house and her punishment by him afterwards, that she woke up and barely remembered where she was. Then she got a sickening feeling in her stomach and was terrified of what the day might bring with Mike. But she was shocked when she woke up and the restraint was no longer on her arm and she could get up from the bed freely. The windows were open with a light breeze blowing in through the sheer curtains, which were slowly rising and falling with the light wind. Sandy looked down and she was no longer naked. She had on one of her most beautiful satin nightgowns but had no underwear on. She didn’t remember putting the nightie on before she went to sleep. She also didn’t feel any …
I met my girl friend at a strip club she was the main attraction she called her self sissy, she was petite only 4’11 long blonde hair she would always wear in pig tails. she was pretty but had no tits, I didn’t mind her tight cunt and hard round ass made up for that she was only 18. I was 40, made my money in the .com biz and now retierd. my name is Jack but from the moulment we met sissy called me her Daddy. the fucked up thing was she refused to spend a dime of my money all she wanted to do was baby me and treat me like a child. When she moved in with me she told me she was quiting her job and would be taking care of …
– VI – “Sleeping with your eyes open?” he asked and I jumped slightly, startled. “Something like that”, I nodded and finished my pizza. “What was the name of the private dick?” he asked casually. I knew him well enough. “What are you going to do?” I looked in his eyes and he smiled the same old way. “Research”, he shrugged lightly. “That’s all?” I narrowed my eyes. “For now”, he nodded calmly. “What was the name?” “Dinah Waters”, I sighed and slid off the windowsill. I wiped my hands on the towel and when I turned around he was standing right behind me. “Jesus”, I muttered. “Wear a bell or something!” He put both arms on the counter and I was caught in the middle. For someone with several broken ribs he moved surprisingly …
I could tell that Greta wasn’t happy, even though she really didn’t say anything. Dad and I both ate two big, heaping-helpings of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and he also gave me my first full cup of coffee, rather than letting me have little sips of his. After Dad had sent Greta downstairs to clean-up, he said to me, “Maybe you should let your girl rest for the afternoon. Now, remember, they’re yours and you can do whatever you want, but after all you’ve done to her last night and this morning, I’ll bet that girl’s got one sore, little pussy. Besides, I’ll bet you’re itching to have some real fun with your boy.” As we were walking downstairs, Dad asked me if I wanted him to stay with me and Joe, but added, …
Chapter 1 Steps down from her elaborate bed, readjusting her corset and fixing her sheets, tucks her tip in the box with a lock underneath her bed. working in a brothel has its advantages… free housing… she then opens her curtains and sits at the window, brushing her hair and eying the handsome men as they pass by, looking as inviting as she can. The more money, the sooner, and the quicker she can run from this life. She seems from the window as a fairly tall lady, young and beautiful, with curly black hair and dark green eyes, soft, naturally red lips and pale white skin, her long thin arms are turned graceful by her soft fingertips and perfect chest, her noticeably c cup cleavage and her waistline that at first glance looks slender …
It was a few hours later when Alan awoke, not opening his eyes he had a warm sensation on his chest. Opening one eye he could just make out the top of Hopix’s head on his chest, and then he felt the dampness. What the hell? What had happened that Hopix had been crying? Then he thought a moment that is if she had been crying he couldn’t always tell with her. Looking around he saw that Merlin was awake and staring at him. <Can you hear me boy?> Alan heard Merlin in his head. <Yes, but why are you thought talking?> Alan asked a little curious. <I thought I might let her sleep she was awake for quite a while tending and watching over you,> came Merlin’s reply. <Ok, we’ll let her sleep for …
(BASED on a true incident, then it veers off to fantasy land) When I was a sophomore in high school, my church youth group went to a Lutheran conference in a major city three hours away from our small town. To save money, we were packed four to a room with two king-sized beds and one floor monitor for each sex. I was in the same room with Jim, Arthur and Paul. We had grown up together and went to the same school as well as the same church, so we knew each other pretty well. What Paul and Arthur didn’t know was that Jim and I had been sucking and fucking for over a year. Getting ready for bed that first evening, Jim dared me to sleep in the nude, and I dared him …
The class sat around the table, starting into space as Kate, the tutor, droned on mechanically about international relations. Smith used this time to let his mind wonder. Wonder over to the tutor, that is. Kate was a stern, severe looking, young, blonde woman, the sort that obviously needs some meat up her bum and some warm piss in her belly. Smith was just imagining what Kate would look like in stocks with a bald shaved head when the bell rang and the class, relieved, started filling out. He waited until it was just the two of them left , before we went over and closed the door. Before Kate could respond, he pulled out an open gag and put it over her mouth, preventing her from making enough noise for anyone to hear her. …
– VII – It was the first Monday after Thanksgiving break, November twenty eighth. It’s been almost three weeks since Dylan and I got together. I couldn’t get enough of him. We spent every single night together. Sometimes we would stay at his Aunt’s house, sometimes at mine. I kept telling my mother about some random projects that we had to work on, to justify him staying at my place so often and us spending so much time together. She would just smile and nod at that and I would feel like the best schemer in the world. Well, by the end of the second week of November when we showed up at my house together again, she told Dylan to go wash his hands before dinner and asked me to get something from the …
I thought to myself oh good he’s still sleeping, so I can just sneak out of bed this morning…..That means I won’t have to give him his morning blowjob… Maybe this Saturday won’t be as bad as most of them have become…….I’ll sit here in the window of our house and just watch the world wake up……This is earlier than I usually get up, but it will give me some time to prepare for the usual Saturday from Hell…….. I couldn’t help think of the man I loved before I married William. I was going to fix him and get married. I sure fixed him I married into Holy Hell. I wonder where he is and if he ever thinks of me? Probably not, but that’s life. Right now, it’s Saturday and I have to …
Hopix was exhausted. She’d healed Alan for almost an hour, though she felt she’d barely given him the energy to recover. She laid her head down, she’d not felt this tired in over a thousand years. Alan had to fight this; he was far stronger than she thought. She fought the sleep for hours, accepting food once from a small friendly child who hugged Hopix, startling her. It was at that moment that Hopix felt the wonderful love and power that Alan had poured into her to heal her. Leaning close the little girl whispered, “I am so glad that you both have come to help us, I was afraid when I first saw Mazey Alan, then he did something I’ve never seen a Mazey do.” Hopix looked up suddenly more interested. “He started to …
DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously. DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain “comic book” style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic. Enjoy! Please leave comments on what you want to see next as much of …
I met my girl friend at a strip club she was the main attraction she called her self sissy, she was petite only 4’11 long blonde hair she would always wear in pig tails. she was pretty but had no tits, I didn’t mind her tight cunt and hard round ass made up for that she was only 18. I was 40, made my money in the .com biz and now retierd. my name is Jack but from the moulment we met sissy called me her Daddy. the fucked up thing was she refused to spend a dime of my money all she wanted to do was baby me and treat me like a child. When she moved in with me she told me she was quiting her job and would be taking care of …
I went into Marie’s room alone. Dad went down the hall, to his own girl. The dark-haired dark-eyed girl was sleeping when I went it. My dark-haired, dark-eyed girl. She was still naked and from the way she was laying, I could see both her tight, little dark butthole and just a bit of her still-puffy pussy. I stood there watching her, not exactly sure what to do. My dick was hard, so I started stroking it a bit. She woke when I sat on the mattress and a second later she said my name. That was all it took. Before she was even fully awake, I was on top of her, kissing her deeply and humping my hard dick against her belly. After a bit, I asked her to spread her legs. She didn’t …
The police took my basic statement in the hospital after they had done the horrible forensic tests but my Dad agreed that I would go to give a full formal statement tomorrow so I am just typing this at home to try to get it all in order. It is pretty much a jumble in my head but I think I can fit it together as it really happened. Julie hit 18 just a week after I did and we all met up at Café Rinaldo. I didn’t get anyone to pick me up as there are always plenty of cabs and I didn’t want to trouble anyone. We left the café at around midnight and there were still lots of people about. A few of us said goodbye outside the café but I thought …
It all started innocently enough when my husband stumbled across the sex site on the internet. “Hey Yvonne, come and look at this,” he had called out. Together we’d looked at the stories and read the bizarre personals. There was no doubt that it made us both feel very sexy and we had a super fucking and sucking session later on. After that Rob and I would often look at that same sex site together, not with any intention to become involved but purely because we found it exciting to read the perverted ramblings of the people who posted there. There were three sections of the sex site: a standard section, a section for gays and lesbians, and a third section for people interested in bdsm. Goodness! Before seeing that I didn’t even know what …
“We’re going to teach you all sorts of new things” The ugly brute chuckled as he grabbed one of the the girls arms and pushed her into the cell. She stumbled onto the dirt floor as he swung the rusting metal gate shut, slamming it against the bars, rattling the cage like prison.They knew this day was coming. All the girls in the nearby villages are raised in a hushed fear that they will one day be taken away from their families and forced into slavery. Another guard spit into the cage, falling at one of the girls feet. Her lips curled and she looked away. Disgusting creatures. Grayish dead looking skin, long spiny tails and reptilian faces with hollow black beady eyes. Short and stalky with huge swinging cocks. Darker colored than the rest …
CHAPTER SIXTEEN 4TH THURSDAY Mike is up at four thirty and showering. He can’t sleep. He goes back and shuts off the alarm so it won’t sound out later. He gets dressed and goes to his office. He pulls the files and studies them then throws them into his briefcase. Grabbing a light jacket he quietly lets himself out the side door. He pulls in at Trudy’s at seven. He raps lightly on the door. The curtain is drawn back then the door flies open. She draws him inside. A light robe is caught over her shoulders and she throws her arms around Mike. She whispers, “Come.” and beckons. He follows her to her bedroom and soon they are busy in the bed. Afterwards she gets Crystal up and makes breakfast for them all. Before …
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I met my girl friend at a strip club she was the main attraction she called her self sissy, she was petite only 4’11 long blonde hair she would always wear in pig tails. she was pretty but had no tits, I didn’t mind her tight cunt and hard round ass made up for that she was only 18. I was 40, made my money in the .com biz and now retierd. my name is Jack but from the moulment we met sissy called me her Daddy. the fucked up thing was she refused to spend a dime of my money all she wanted to do was baby me and treat me like a child. When she moved in with me she told me she was quiting her job and would be taking care of …