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Cuckolded in the Motel Room 1 Updated

Cuckolded in the motel room 1. My buddy Mel was old car collector and had found an 50 Ford in a small town he wanted to restore. But he needed to go there to bring it back on a trailer. However he didn’t have powerful enough car or hitch and I did, so we decided to take my SUV and go get it. It would be a fun trip through the mountains and would mean an overnight motel stop on the way and another coming back. He called a motel he knew about two thirds of the way and booked it for the two required nights. I made a joke out of saying, “Two beds, right?” Mel laughed and said he didn’t have the slightest interest in sleeping with me. We planned to go midweek …

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BDSM Boot Camp 06 & 07

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but …

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Amanda and The Photoshoot – 03

The pasta sat in front of her and she did not eat it. She had stopped at the shop on the way home, a small concession to the fact that she had eight hundred dollars in her bag and had not eaten a real meal in four days. She had cooked it properly, salted the water, timed it correctly. She had sat down at the table with a fork in her hand. Then she had looked at the clothes. They were folded on the chair across from her. The dark cherry dress and the grey wrap skirt and the pieces that went with each. The shoes beside them. Neat. Organised. She looked at them for a long time. The framework said they were garments. Stretch fabric and wool blend and lace and sheer hosiery. Fabric …

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Sunday At St Katarina’s

Rowena turned 18 while she was at St Katarina’s and she intended to spend her first Sunday afternoon as an adult relaxing on her bed instead of doing healthy outdoor pursuits which the school rules said she should be doing. Sometimes staff patrolled the school seeking out students who were hiding indoors but Ro had decided to risk it. Because she was listening to her headphones, Ro did not know that she had company until she saw Sister Grace standing at the foot of her bed. Sister Grace was aged about 30 and taught English; she was known to be, “a bit distant but more or less OK”. Ro tore out her headphones and thought desperately for a defence even though there really wasn’t one. To Rowena’s surprise, Grace smiled. The teacher came and stood …

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What she wanted

Copyright: These works are copyrighted by the author. They may be freely distributed but not included in any form of pay per read, pay per view or pay for site. They may not be uploaded to any other sites without the express permission of the author. Contact: You may contact the author through this site or via ya-hoo IM as aprincelyfrog. Please do NOT add me as a friend as I get so many IM’s its impossible for me to keep up with everyone so my friends list is for family only. On to the story… What she needed It had been a long week at the office and the new guy wasn’t making things any easier. It wasn’t that he was demanding or piling work on Misha’s desk, it was the way he looked …

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Master and I

Your cock, hard… filling me with one long stroke…… my hips raising to meet you, and your quiet laugh as you hold my hips down. One of your hands pinning mine down as a I struggle breifly and then submit to you… biting my lip softly then harder as I moan and press tight against you, trying my best to behave, to let you have the control I desperatly want you to have. I open my eyes and look up into yours, silently begging… knowing you want more, unable for the moment to do more than moan and plead with my body and eyes finally I whisper in your ear… oh please Master, but that isn’t enough for you… however its all I can say for the moment.. murmuring it over and over, desperation tinging …

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Kate’s Virginity 2

I sat at my desk and wrote. Ugh, I hated English homework. It was bad enough I barely saw Kate today, and even worse that Chase followed me around all day trying to explain to me how a modern version of our school would be way more attractive than it was now, even though I thought our school looked fine. I heard the front door open. My parents were both already home and my sister was her voice lessons. Great, another way to make her voice LOUDER than it already is. I heard the door creek. I perked my head up and turned it to see Kate standing in the doorway with her hand on the door. She had a look on her face that I hadn’t seen before; A hint of lust with a …

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The Love of Money II – Chapter 26: Seven Minutes

Desai leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink like a proper villain. “You might as well take the deal,” he said, as if my cooperation were already decided. “It’s the only option you have.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. Rajesh shrugged. “No doubt you have more money than any of us, but you don’t have what it takes to do what needs doing. It requires more than a lot of money to succeed in this world.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, pausing before sipping his drink. “It takes intent.” He drank slowly, staring at me over the rim of his glass—all of it, calculated theatrics used to keep the new kid flat-footed and afraid. Once he’d swallowed, he added, “And that, I’m afraid, you have in limited supply.” I met his …

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My Two Girlfriends

My Two Girlfriends Chapter 1 “I can’t believe I’m going to be 24 next week and I’m still a virgin!” Huffed Leah as she slumped back into the sofa. “I’ve tried getting drunk with the guys, hanging out with them, everything! Either I just can’t get him to make the first move, or I’m just not relaxed enough to let things get started.” “All that means is that you’re not ready yet.” Maggie quickly responded. “But I want it so bad. It seems lately all I can do is think about sex. What it will be like, how it will feel, what I want to do. I’m just totally horny all the time.” “When the time is right it will just happen.” Said Maggie, not sounding entirely convinced. Now to this point, I have to …

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Ana of Peljesac — A retelling of my affair

AN: This is the story of a very enjoyable vacation fling. Note that all characters are over 18 (I am 19, Ana I believe was 21 or 22) and the drinking & smoking age in Croatia are both 18. This is a true story, and I hope that I can remember all the details. It took place in late August of 2015. Also note that this is my first time writing anything close to this, so give me a break if I make beginners mistakes: D Also I use metric measurements, so I had to go to a length of calculations to convert them to the American system 😀 All names are changed. _ _ This summer I was invited by a friend (I’ll call him Frank) to join him and his family, plus a …

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The Beach House – Revisited

I’ve had countless requests to do another segment for a story I did at the beginning of the Summer (2011), and finally had the time and ambition to write something. For those of you who haven’t read the original story, I suggest you click on my ID at the top of the page, and read the first part, entitled, “The Beach House”. Without the background, a lot of this story won’t make sense. ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Beach House – Revisited Dave Keelson sat at the outdoor patio table, his mind completely lost in thought. He was reliving the months he’d spent at that secluded beach house with Mary Ellen Glasser, the woman that had rescued him from her lakeside beach, almost a year ago. For him, there were many warm memories of the time they’d spent …

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Being Human – part 1

“I asked him, “Do you know the difference between nude and naked?” He shook his head. “Nude is artistic. Naked is defenseless.” ― Larry Niven Chapter One Pixel drummed her fingers on her laptop in an absent minded cadence. She sat on a park bench, her bicycle propped up next to her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and she scowled at the computer code in front of her. The white text on the screen was almost fuzzy against the black background of the terminal window. The moment had come to execute her code, which would perform a buffer overflow. If the exploit worked she’d have just mere minutes to scope out the operating system. She needed to find what she was looking for in seconds, copy it, then remove all traces of what she’d …

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A rough tomboy

Our story begins with me witnessing my friend being knocked out by a girl. The girl was a new transfer student and she was mean. She often got into fights with boys and girls from other schools and disrespected the teachers. I couldn’t believe what I had seen, she punched the shit out of him, knocking him out instantly. I’ve never seen a woman that strong before. She hit him like a fucking man, which was impressive. The transfer student was a hot tomboy with long light brown hair, beautiful freckles, light skin wearing a black shirt blue jeans. She was also slightly muscular, which was also a turn on. I often imagined her pulling up her shirt to show her 6 pack. She wasn’t big or anything that she was definitely firm. I wanted …

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she waits..

she waited almost impatiently for Him to come home, pacing the hall back and forth. He had called over an hour ago. her mind wandered to their recent conversation before He had told her that He would be on His way. “heres what i want you to do kitten.” he said over the phone. his voice deep, husky and commanding. It made her shiver every time she heard it. her heart nearly beating out of her chest. ” i want you to find something sexy and revealing for me, put it on then into your panties i want you to slip in the little vibrator, push it inside of you my pet.” she wondered why Sir was making her do this but she obeyed saying “yes Sir.” she padded off to her room and found …

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Operation Market garden

She huddled under the table as the guns roared. The invasion had come and she was terrified. The Angels from the sky had come to liberate her small Dutch town, but she was frightened. After so many years of German occupation, the gleaming hope of liberation was fast fading in the waning light. It was the fourth day when it happened. The door crashed down and in fell a young American paratrooper, wounded in the battle and looking for a place of refuge. He crawled into the other room, blood trailing from his wounded leg. She cowered under the table, afraid to speak, afraid to make a noise in case he heard her, or worse, the Germans came to finish him… It seemed like forever since he came crashing thru the door. The sounds of …

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How the Neighbor’s Daughter Became My GF

My name is Mark I am 23 and I live alone with my cat. I am a graduate student and I get up early in the morning workout at the gym and then head to college. My first class is at 8:00 am and I am finished up with my classes every day by noon. Recently my neighbors have been fighting a bit to where you can hear them. I live in an apartment complex where the walls are paper thin. I usually get home around 1 pm and take a nap, and then I get up around 4-5 to do homework, go out and run errands or do whatever I need to do for the day. The other day I woke up to a knock at my door, it was my neighbor’s eighteen year …

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Ms. Brainiac_(0)

I have always been known as a brainiac. It’s a name that i’m damned proud of, cause it took me a while to achieve it. If you enjoy getting or giving brain, this is the story for you. In Atlanta there is really no middle class, there are the filthy rich people, and the people that live in the hood. I’m one of the filthy rich people. My name is Chanel and I just turned 18, it’s so exciting. My mom is Puerto Rican and my dad is black. I’m not even gonna lie, i look good. Puberty came early for this mamacita. I take after my mother with my full breasts and my beautiful hair. The fat ass, that’s all from daddy’s side! About a month ago we started to renovate our kitchen. It …

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The Island, Chapter 30

Chapter 30 The morning sun was just lancing through the trees when a particularly loud birdcall woke me. My motions as I stirred must have roused Janie as well, since she gave my hand, still wrapped around her, a squeeze. Looking across the scattered remains of our dinner to the other side of the blanket, we beheld Joelle and Dkembe still asleep, he on his back and she curled at his side, snoring lightly. We both were fascinated by the fearsome sight of his cock, now flaccid, laying on his thigh. It was still over 7 inches long even though not erect, probably an inch and a half across, and now lightly covered in a white glaze of dried pussy juice, courtesy of my favorite nurse. “God, look at it,” Janie murmured, unconsciously pulling my …

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Teaching Carol, Ch.6

Carol avoided me for a week or so—I assumed she was upset because of the incident at the library checkout desk. But I did nothing. She had enjoyed it—she may not have liked the fact that she enjoyed it, but she did—and that kind of enjoyment can be addictive. Sure enough, one night there was a knock on my door and there she was. She was wearing floral-patterned shorts and a white t-shirt and she looked timidly at me when I opened the door. “Hello, Jonathan.” I said nothing; just looked at her inquiringly. After an awkward moment or two had gone by, she looked down, then up at me again and said, “I want to see you again.” I nodded slightly. “And…?” She answered by opening and rummaging through her purse until she found …

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The Dream Massage

The Dream Massage. He had promised that the massage would leave her completely relaxed and refreshed. She lay on the bed her perfect figure rising and falling gently as she breathed. She was wearing nothing save for an eye cover that he had kept from his last flight home from Barbados. He crouched beside her and silently started to massage each finger in turn of her right hand. Just this action was sufficient to make him hard in anticipation of what was to come. He slowly worked the warmed oil into her skin, working her fingers to flex the joints, sometimes squeezing to apply pressure to the small muscles and tendons, or applying an ever so light touch to sensitise the skin. He looked up and saw her nipples were pert partly from the coolness …

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