Like most guys, I turned to the internet to satisfy my urges. For as long as I could remember I had fantasized about being f***ed to serve a dominant man, suck his cock, be degraded and humiliated; basically I wanted to be treated like nothing more than a cum slut used for a real mans pleasure. Recently I had found a site that allowed you to post ads searching for other guys who were into the same thing I was into. I posted an ad saying that I was a younger (26) submissive guy looking to be dominated by a larger, older man. I also added that I was about 5'9, 160 pounds and smooth. I did not add that my cock was only a thin 5 inches hard, as I am quite embarrassed by it. Finally I said that I needed to be discreet as I had a girlfriend who did not know of my "other" life. I waited patiently over the next few days and received a few emails to my profile and ad, but nothing that really caught my interest. Then, on a Thursday, I received a message from a guy named Rick. Rick told me that he was a businessman from out of town and that he and a co-worker would be traveling to my city the next weekend for a conference. He indicated that he was 46, about 6'1, 210 pounds, hairy and had a thick 8 inch cut cock. Rick also told me that his co-worker, James, was 42, 6'0, 185 pounds and also had a large cock, thick and 8.5 inches. Rick went on to explain that they would be looking for some relaxation and relief after their conference, and they were in search of a cocksucker; he also said …
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The Marines Wife
While she had never admitted it to him, after a few years of hints he began to get the idea that his wife had a desire to be spanked. On more than one occasion, she teased him during an argument with, “what are you going to do, spank me?”. The whole concept was pretty new to him, but when he could find the time, he explored a little on the web to better understand her kink. Just as with his military career, he took on all things with vigor and enthusiasm. He just wasn’t one to approach things half-assed and he wanted to fully understand what it was his wife desired, before he ever tried to attempt spanking her. Through his research, he quickly learned that there is a big difference between a spanking as foreplay and a spanking as a punishment. From every hint that his wife had ever dropped, he felt that she had the desire to actually be in trouble. His love for his wife was intense and it was hard for him to imagine putting her through any sort of physical pain. But he began to realize, through his research, the actual depth of a spanking fetish. He began to see that the desire to be spanked was immense, in those that possessed it, and was deeply tied in with their sexuality. While their sex life had never been lacking, it was far from adventurous. He began to see that there was probably an awful lot that she was not telling him. He began to feel a little ashamed that there was an aspect of her sexuality, which for several years now, had gone unexplored. He decided then and …
Bad Santa: A Christmas Eve (Part 1)
With best regards to my co-autor Jennie. [user]http://de.xhamster.com/user/lady-jen[/user] Monika finished up her bath, ready for bed but not to sl**p. It was Christmas Eve, Monika eagerly awaiting a special Christmas orgasm; her mound freshly shaven and she was extremely horny. It was as though Santa was going to bring her this tremendous orgasm that would cascade through her body in an ultimate explosion like nothing she ever felt before. She lay back on the satin sheets carefully, the bed freshly made as if was going to hold a virgin to be deflowered. She turned off the bright lights until only a small lamp lit the room, looking one last time at the corner of the room that displayed the Christmas tree, the lights still burning, her stocking hung neatly from the fireplace for St. Nick to fill. She even went so far as to leave out a snack for Santa, not milk and cookies but a shot and a beer. He must get tired of milk and cookies, and Monika was sure he would appreciate something a little bit stronger. She lay on the bed, a short button down top made of silk, a pair of dainty pink panties with ribbons tied at the side as if to entice her unseen lover tonight. She lay back on the cool satin sheets, spreading her legs slightly, teasing herself as her fingers slid up over the smooth silk top until she felt her hardened nipples. Silk always did that to her, sliding so sensuously across her nipples that they seemed to explode without touching them. And tonight was no …
Dianes Submissive Adventures – The Sorority
Diane’s Submissive Adventures: The Sorority College had just begun a few weeks before, and Diane was finally getting into the swing of things. The pace was very different from high school, but not in a bad way since she was responsible for scheduling her classes. Although she would have preferred to spend all her time pleasing the inventive twins, the two were currently preparing for football season, and their trysts together had become sporadic at best. To make matters worse, most of the boys in her classes were timid and seemed to be focused on getting good grades. It was because of the lack of attention that she was delighted when one of the girls in her algebra class invited her to apply at one of the sororities. Jeanine was a cute girl and full of energy so it would have been difficult to say no, and Diane felt excited to be a part of a group. Jeanine did warn her that initiation could be embarrassing, but she quickly added it would be worth it, unaware that Diane’s pussy began to moisten at the thought. They made plans to meet at the sorority house on Saturday night and went their separate ways. By the time the weekend finally arrived Diane was literally dripping in anticipation. It had been almost ten days since her last encounter with the twins, and the idea of being initiated into the sorority had her imagination running wild. She had fantasies of being spanked with a large paddle or being made to suck off boys to prove her allegiance. Just the idea of such treatment …
Spanked by Captain carl
My Uncle Carl is Captain of a research ship, near 80 meters long and a crew of about forty including a couple of girls. Uncle Carl was going to be in port for repairs so he called me to come down to spend some time with him on the vessel and maybe go to sea for a while. I hadn't seen Uncle Carl for a few years and have fond memories of when I used to visit him even though I would invariably end up over his knee for doing something naughty and get my bare bottom smacked. He was a no nonsense man and I always knew that he would spank me immediately no matter where we were or who was watching, but I was eighteen now and of course too old to be spanked so what could go wrong. Yeah what could go wrong, famous last words. I was pretty excited as I strolled down the dock and approached the most beautiful ship on the seven seas. It was a lovely summer day and I had dressed in a simple thin short dress that was drawing a lot of attention from the dock workers but I was oblivious to their stares as I had eyes on the ship. The ship's company had heard a lot about me and were aware of my arrival as they had all gathered along the rail to watch my approach. Walking up the gangway the men all wanted to be of assistance as they helped me aboard the ship. So many nice young men wanting to know more about me and offering their assistance as they e****ted me up the steep companionways without me knowing they could get a good look up my short dress. The first couple of days aboard the vessel …
On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow
With best regards to my Co-Author Catherine, visit her profile: http://de.xhamster.com/user/catherine-belmont Mabel knew she had to give in, as Chester grew impatient. It had been a couple of months. Long enough for anyone to connect them so she figured they were safe once again. They were over fifty miles from the nearest town, twenty miles from the nearest neighbor. And they weren’t the hospitable type so no one ever dropped in to visit them. They had been out here for over twenty years and they liked being recluses. They had no use for electricity, a generator is all they needed. Water was from the well and the septic tank took care of anything else. They grew or slaughtered most of what was needed. What they couldn’t provide they would buy in town on their once a month trips. Chester was growing older, turning sixty this year, Mabel fifty-five. They had no c***dren, never wanting the bother of raising k**s. They had a simple life, or most would suspect. But Chester had an addiction that Mabel allowed him to indulge in. He loved young girls, but he was rough on them so they didn’t last long. It was better that he used them harshly then her, so she allowed him his hobby. Chester walked in from the fields after working all day. His shiny, bald head glistened with sweat when he took his hat off. His face was drawn, as he grew older, thin from working all the time. Today was Friday, the day Mabel said he could find a new girl. “I made you some sandwiches in case you had to …
The Sub Shop
I own a shop; it is not your usual conventional shop. I used to own a stereotypical shop DIY tool shop but it wasn’t making any money and I decided I wanted to mix business and pleasure. I have been part of the BDSM scene for a few years now, but never had the courage to open up a venue quite like this. My shop displays and rents out Subs, I train them up myself with a few close friends but I run this shop single handily. The business is booming and I have many rental sales a week, fifteen a week perhaps. I usually charge around £300 for one day and a whole week I charge £1000. I guess my shop could be described as nearest to a pet shop in that all my products are on display for all to see in cages and all my subs do different services. My shop is in a remote area with blacked out windows. Once a month, I have a monthly promotion. I dress my one of my subs up in gear and I torment and tantalize them in the shop window for passersby to leer in. It boosts sales to no end. Some may question my methods and think I am a glorified butcher’s. Well in a sense I guess I am. I offer many things but most of all satisfaction. My subs endure it, they’re all just attention seekers, they fucking love the attention that it gives them. I give them permission to pleasure their selves at passerby’s requests. This month’s promotion is 0534. I do not give these subs names – Oh no! It would be dangerous, I might get attached. Why should society give them names? They are purely there for sexual …
Hs Story – Part 2
She knelt before him in the room. This was where she was, where she wanted to be, and where she was meant to be. His smile and his voice felt like it melted her insides and, given how wet she was, that might just be literally true. He had been telling her about the rest of the weekend and, while some parts were a little anxiety inducing, the rest were right out of her fantasies and all those books and online stories she'd read. He knew that most of this was pretty new to her so he assured her they'd move as slowly as she needed but there were certain expectations to be met. The most immediate was the formal dinner where she'd have to attend to him. He told her that no one expected perfection from them since they were all just starting out and that he could already tell she'd do very well. But SHE expected perfection from herself and was determined to be perfect… for him. She glanced down a bit when he started describing the dinner and he stopped. "What's wrong, my little sweet one? You may speak freely." "It's just… in front of all those people… I know there was the auction but…" she felt flustered and silly now. "But you were blindfolded then. I know, my little sweet one. And we'll work up to it. I've asked a friend to visit us for lunch so you can get a bit more comfortable with it. How does that sound, my little sweet one?" Was he really asking? Like her opinion mattered? His face said it did which made her blush. All she could manage was a quick nod and then …
murga bn jao
Sir yes Sir (punishment story) part 1 Sara Moorad,age 24, chosen to spy in india… you will land in india on 22 of june 2013… your alias will be Ankita Chopra… you will pose as a 18 year old… you will take admission in a college….. from college you will join the indian military…. once there you will be given further instructions….. failing to join the army, will result in court martial from ISI as well, because one not good for indian army, no good for Pakistan army …. if you get caught, suffer rest of your life being raped in indian prison….. is it clear??? sir yes sir! oh this is so exciting, two years in college again so great.i have roller coaster emotions right now. i loved my college life here in pakistan, and i get another college life in india. i look very young so thats why may have chosen me, and probably because i have no relatives to look back for. its a suicide mission,but for the love of country, and initial 2 years of vacation in college. all is set now and i am to be transported to new delhi via dubai. i am here, new delhi, i will be recieved by my new mother. she is an ISI agent here in india for 12 years. my mother died while i was 2 years old, so having a mother now seems a bit odd. maybe they could have given me a father, as i have lived 15 years of my life with a father. he was not very loving, used to open his mouth to scold and admonish me alone. he got jolly with only his girlfriends. he beat me about once every 2 months or so, but …
Train Three Sexy Slaves #20: Tika-2
I take tasty tiny tit Tika and blonde beauty awesome Alex along with me for a nice naughty night I take tiny tit Tika to bed for more foxy fun but this time she can take the lead with me as she likes I take tight Alex along to watch us from close, as she is similar of sexual orientation as guest Tika I let my other two tasty sexy slaves watch us on wide screen in closed circuit in their other bedroom I let them play freely as well on inspiration of my sexy show of Tika taking me this time for pleasure I know Alex is a lesbian like Tika, but terribly shy and much younger not really knowing what to want I know Alex also has been with men a few times before and with very mixed experiences so she's scared I lay down on my back on the bed and tell them to do with me or themselves as they like for this night I lay down and watch Tika taking the initiative, while Alex squats close to us at a corner of our bedI have two tasty sexy slaves serving me as I let them take the initiative this time for a night Tika takes up position, offers me her wet twat to eat out while she starts to munch my brown banana Tika takes pride in being best in bed – and teach awesome Alex a lesson in love and sexy serving me Tika sees Alex has already her left hand between her legs … and starts to play with her tight twat Tika sees pretty possibilities to please her mighty Master for this sexy special nice naughty night Tika takes the initiative to engage also Alex into sexually serving me as well her own …
Between the Stacks
Rebecca glanced up at the clock that hung above the heavy double doors of the Fairview Public Library. 7:43. Seventeen minutes to go, she thought, peering around, looking for any stragglers. Even though Thursday was the library's late night, there were always one or two patrons who had to be practically pushed out the door at 8:00. Surprisingly, she didn't see anyone, so she busied herself filing away a few books and tidying up the long oak counter, making sure everything was neat and ready for opening tomorrow. She'd been head librarian for several years now, and loved it. As with most small-town libraries, it was a hub of the community, and served many functions. Rebecca enjoyed being a part of it all, and found the work extremely satisfying. She looked the part, too. Her long chestnut hair was usually worn up in a bun, and her 'uniform' generally consisted of a pencil skirt or tailored trousers and a blouse. Her green eyes were framed by sleek black glasses. Today she'd opted for a skirt, and had added a silk scarf at her neck. Her feet were killing her in the unusually high heels she'd chosen. It had been a long day, but now it was time to go home. Rebecca glanced around, and seeing no one, shrugged and went to lock the doors. She ducked into the restroom for a moment, then stepped back outside and grabbed a rolling cart. Pushing it through the main sitting area, she picked up books and magazines that had been left out on the tables. As she did so, she glanced into the …
Sally becomes a porn star by accident
Sally becomes a porn star by accident There are key moments in life which, when looked back on, change your direction and perspective completely. The seminar which Sally was contracted to cover certainly changed her life, but in the most unexpected way. Sally was a 24 year old free-lance journalist writing for magazines like Hello and FHM and occasional items for the local radio and newspapers when this story took place. Nottingham born in 1980, she was brought up since she was 12 years old by her grandparents on her Dad's side after her mum and dad were killed in a car crash in 1992. Despite this traumatic c***dhood she has become a level headed and intelligent woman. Her mother's parents were Hong Kong Chinese and the physical blend of European and Asian has produced a very beautiful young lady indeed. She looks a lot like a tiny Phoebe Cates being only 5ft tall with straight shiny black hair, but naturally slim and athletic. She has brown eyes and an oriental creamy coloured skin. She's never been short of boyfriends as she has the kind of looks that makes lads go weak at the knees and immediately fall in love with her. At the time that this episode in her life took place she was in a relationship with John, an older married man from Beeston near Nottingham. The sex with him was great and he knew how to treat her in bed and she loved the intimate attention. He had that happy knack of making her feel very special and loved. The only thing he ever asked her to do was to have …
Train Three Sexy Slaves#3: Intimate Inspections
Ai Aisha and Alex are three tasty sweet sexy slaves I train and educate at me Each one very diffrently, I train three tasty sexy slaves simutaneously at me Each of the three needs her personal erotic education, lusty liberation by me Let me first introduce them three to you – each in her different little chapter Let me first give you their names: Ai, Aisha and Alex, different in character Ai is shy and very conservative, Aisha seems happy: she smiles all of the time Alex I know her best but she is still a riddle to me – as to herself for long time All are slender built, only Ai is a bit shorter than her two other colleagues Ai and Alex sport tiny tits while Aisha is proud of her B-cup sized breastsAi is at her university, while Aisha and Alex work hard at home and I enjoy their bent bottoms While Ai attends classes at the Science Centre at the other side of town the two others help at home While Ai works hard for her MA in Logics we three need to make proper place for all four at our home We work wearing only aprons which is a very sexy sight and I have trouble concentrating on our tasks We work our asses off, well my two tasty sexy slaves work while I admire their asses bent like archs While we three clean before we make place I notice how normaly shy sweet Alex takes all initiatives While I'm amazed how Aisha suddenly changed from former guest who never cleaned even her own dishes We work means I organize and direct while they work and I try to decide who will deserve first …
Body Corporate Chapter 8
2309 words – 1.15 Chapter 8 The Auction After the ordeal with Sheila, the room went back to normal and the auction continued on with the first slave to exchange hands. She was brought to the centre of the stage completely naked, in chains, where she was mounted onto a spreader. This allowed everyone to see the complete body not a person but a body to be easily inspected by all. The body was that of the blonde that Cindi had been so impressed with when she first saw her arrive. The bidding started quickly which indicated she was popular. All the money raised at this auction went to the Body Corporate accounts to cover expenses. The money was used to pay the recruiters throughout the States that regularly brought in beautiful young women for the Corporation. These men worked year round to keep up the supply of girls. Transportation for the women was another a big cost, as they had to be brought to a central location completely unaware of their surroundings. The Corporation picked up the tab to transport these women from master to master again being unaware of their location. At times this was very expensive. Another expense was the fishing/hunting/skiing, camp located in the bush of northern Ontario in Canada, this included the staff. All the special torture equipment that the masters requested was also billed back to the company. Members of the corporation are wealthy in their own right but the slaves were to be of no expense to them, except at the auctions. The proceeds …
Bitch and Dicking: Blindfolded
BLINDFOLDED I am aware that I have to go shower now, without any particular kind of delay. Jace Dicking, my very own beloved husband, will be back from work any moment now and it shall be my duty to serve him his meal for the night and also to make sure that he has something sweet and healthy in every way imaginable to drink for this special night. It is a lot of work to do, and then after this, we will at length last make love and call the night an ending in the affectionate and loving arms and shoulders of the other. Being a dutiful wife is not easy, and so is being a loving and caring husband too. I am standing before the huge mirror, dressed in this intensely long blue dress that I am now about to strip off and cast recklessly down to the floor. I can see my reflection staring and gawking back at me. My eyes are hazel and darkly-seeming in color, and my hair is light brown and flourishing, my skin lastly itself being a flawless dark gold and blooming slight pale in appearance and health issues; my body is slender and just-the-ideal built. Simply put, I love the natural and artless way that I usually and more often than not am. Just when I have stripped naked and cast my blue dress straight down towards the floor, the door swings and dangles open all of a sudden and abruptly, making me to jump and wince away in fright and consternation. I look about in my birthday suit, and there I see him, my very own Mr. Dicking, tired and looking dead beat to the very last inch. He …
Lisa Katie Day A little Tgirl Tart In Training.
Lisa A little Tart In Training. (part 01)… I’m standing at the bedroom dressing table just putting on my red gloss lipstick I see you standing in the door way taking in the view of me in my Mrs Christmas outfit exactly as you see me in the photo's no my page here, Black & red Basque with suspenders, red silk thong Knickers, red stockings ,white frilly ancle socks, and my sexy santa's helper costume with my Red 5" high heels. You walk up behind me, You startle me as you slap my ass and say you Naughty girl lisa, you've got my cock all hard with that sexy red number that your wearing you little Tart you place your arms round me and say hi there sexy ,holding me in your hands, you start to kiss the back of my neck. You’ve found that one spot that instantly sends chills up my spine and electric pulses into my body.I draw in a small gasp of pleasure and feel my knees turn to jelly. My nipples stiffen under your strong hands. I can feel your hard cock against my back, massive and demanding it feels so nice I look in the mirror and can see you holding some handcuffs. I turn to face you and let my lips brush against the soft skin on your neck as you place the handcuffs on each of my wrists In a voice soft with desire I tell you how Fucking Horny I am for you. You just smile and nod then place your hand on my shoulder and begin to push down with your strong arms, I no just what your telling me and submit to your desire, to feel me holding you gorgeous demanding big cock in my warm …
Body Corporate Chapter 4
2278 – 1.15 Chapter 4 The Party The meeting broke up at about 4:00pm and the girls were expected back downstairs in the f****y room by 6:30pm to be prepared for the party. All the slaves knew what was coming except Cindi who went about making herself beautiful. She couldn’t understand why none of the girls were happy about the up coming festivities. They were not allowed to talk to her about the party. She remembered that when she first saw the room it looked like a well-appointed dungeon. She wondered if that had anything to do with it. Shortly after six George appeared and e****ted all the girls downstairs into the room. As they walked in Cindi noticed all sorts of gear, stands, chains, boxing ring, wheels, an X frame, to mention a few. All would be explained very shortly. All the girls were given their appointed positions and were either chained, locked, bolted, clamped, or wherever into position depending on their role for the evening. Cindi wonder why she was left free. She was happy she was because even though the positions didn’t look painful now she was sure that would not remain the same over the evening. Cindi was advised that she would be involved in all the activities and was to be told by each game master what her role would be. This she felt was not good. One of the girls was on an “X” frame at the entrance to the room that turned allowing easy access to her cunt, tits and mouth. The men started to come in the room well fed and well intoxicated, obviously they …
Revenge, Pt 11: The Questions
*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 11 I stood up and looked over at Jessica's unconscious form. She was still bound, and the blindfold had snapped back into place when I ran to the laptop. I sat down beside her on the bed and caressed her cheek. My cock had turned limp the instant I'd realised she passed out, but the memories of the sounds she'd made caused me to stiffen slightly again. I'd still gotten to hear her pleasure, and feel it's effects through her body. Her hips pulsing against my arms, the almost anguished cries of pleasure, the taste of her that still lingered on my tongue. I tried to ignore these vivid images and just focus on her. I just had to wait until she woke up. After a few minutes that felt like days, Jessica let out a small moan and turned her head. She pulled lightly against her binding, and turned her head quickly the other way. As soon as she made a move, a wide smile had split my face. She was Ok. But she apparently didn't know that. She started frantically shaking her head, probably trying to dislodge whatever was blinding her, and she kept pulling against the headboard that she was tied to. She started making sounds of distress and panic, and I had to stop myself from laughing. She clearly didn't remember where she was. "Jessica." I said, my voice sounding steady and firm. She turned to face me. "Steven?" she …
party gone horribly right.
My friend talks me into going to a party with her. I am well aware that the girl hosting the party is a lesbian, and that thought made me skeptical about drinking around her, but my friend insisted it was harmless and she wouldn't make a move on me unless I invited her to, so I finally agreed to go. I wear daisy duke cut off shorts and a tank top, something sexy to show off my legs and fit with the amazing weather. During the party I try to make it a point to avoid the hostess while I am drinking and hanging out with people, talking with a few and occasionally dancing, although dancing more often as I get more of a buzz going. I notice myself glancing at the hostess occasionally, she does have an amazing body, I think to myself as I lean against the wall in the living room, watching all of the people as I take a break from dancing. Feeling light headed from the drinking , which is also making me check out the hostess even more. I am not a lesbian nor am I even openly bi. I've been bi curious for a while now, but have made no moves to actually pursue that course. I didn't notice the hostess approaching me as I lose myself in my thoughts, slightly jumping in surprise as she says "hi" to me. Not wanting to be rude I smile at her and say "hi, thank you for letting me come." She smiles back, but the smile hinting at a different thought from my words then what I intended. She offers to give me a tour of the house, and being polite I agree..She begins leading me around the rooms, …
A favour for Misty 3
A favour for Misty 3 The church clock was striking midnight as I put my key in my home door lock, like a d***k tiptoeing from the pub hoping to be quiet, like something from a seaside postcard her indoors was waiting, no doubt to pounce! “Oh you finally bothered to come home then” “Yes my sweet” [be subservient it may save some explanations] “Took your bl**dy time didntcha” “Yes my sweet” [so far so good] “You are d***k” “Not as d***k as you were when you came home from misty`s” [woop`s that was a mistake even a d***k knows when his foot is in the p*o for something he had said] “What happened?” “Erm perhaps tomorrow when I have rested” [tactful! time to think] “RESTED! “ She screamed “bl**dy degenerate, you don’t get tired with me!” Gently I pointed out that A, she would have me believe she is not interested in sex herself anymore and B, as I saw it she never managed to arouse me enough to get me tired anyway and it was her idea in the first place! [Mistake no2, p*o getting deeper by the second] This last was the final straw on the old camel`s back and it sent her into some sort of female frenzy, frothing at the mouth and swearing at me with words I am reluctant to write here you being such gentle souls, however the jist was that she was less than happy so I did the gentlemanly thing and turned away, toddling off to bed leaving her to calm herself. [An act of shear bravery or was it stupidity!] At breakfast, next morning we met, her having used the spare room, then having …
Liza And Louise
Louise has gotta walk with a silicone cock Sticking in her ass, and one in her cunt A butterfly vibrator strapped tight to her clit But who's got the remote control? That would belong to Louise She's got a new pet, a real vaginal tease Mommy's little girl is gonna do as she please If she don't wanna get a spanking She likes to speak like a 6 year old brat Mommy discipline me, you know I've been bad Start with a cat then she'll move to a crop Neither one is willing to stop She knows how girls just wanna have fun With four piercings on each side of her labia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master mean? You better lick my puss and asshole clean Treat my clit like bubble gum Bitch make me cum It's time for bed she'll be secure in her head Between her thighs for a thorough night suck Along with this she'll be drinking her piss So Louise don't have to get up Two goddesses in love One resides below, one reigns from above One adorns and cuffs while one covets keys The purgatorial touch, of Louise Liza's had enough of men, She says, she won't get burned again, She says, they don't know how to fuck, Her last boyfriend, the shmuck, Shared with her a nice disease, Kept her passive, on her knees, Till one day she took his car, And drove it to the city. Liza had put down a few, When she met this girl named Lou, Who convinced her to go home with her, She said, "My name's Louise, Now would you take your clothes …
Cowgirl
In many ways a cowhand is similar to a sailor. He'll spend days or weeks on the trail, with scarcely another human in sight except for his fellow cowboy, and when he returns to civilization he craves some lovely feminine companionship; craves it so much he'll often fantasize about it, experience mirages like men dying of thirst in the desert. Thus it was with Stanley's men that summer afternoon when the stranger rode into their midst. The men figured they had to be imagining things — either that or they'd been eating loco weed. The stranger was a woman. And not just any woman, but a jaw-dropping, palm-sweating, I-need-some-desert-time-alone kind of woman. The first thing the men noticed was that she smelled like a lady. She rode into the camp proudly, sporting an eager grin on her smooth-jawed face, and reeking of cleanliness and fancy city parfumes. The men saw she was dressed in fancy cowboy dudes: sleek, tight-fitting, cordoroy pants, with scarcely a speck of dust on them, brand-new leather chaps, boots that must have a cost a hundred dollars _each_, an oversize red-and-white checkered fannel shirt, a red bandana tied in a neat knot around her throat, and topping off the outfit, a ten-gallon felt cowboy hat tied to her head by a slender string that looped under her chin. The men didn't know whether to drool or laugh. "She's a goddamned city slicker!" grunted one man finally, and he was echoed by a round of guffaws. "I'll slick her city," growled another, to even bigger …
creepypasta fun
now this is my first attempt at writing anything at all really so suggestions would be useful I hope you enjoy I woke up like it was any other morning I pulled the sheets away from my body but when the sun hit my arms I noticed the blood and cuts everywhere I knew I had cut my arm last night but nowhere near that bad "oh well I guess that's what happens when you sleep with all these knifes" I say to myself as I pick up one of the knifes that is poking me in the leg and throw it at the stupid Justin Bieber poster that I'm to lazy to rip of the wall I get up and put on my favourite black jumper and black sweat pants that I always wear "fuck going to school today my parents arnt home for another week anyway" I slowly walk down the stairs to get something to drink then go back to bed but as I get to the bottom of the stairs I notice massive red stains in the carpet leading to the kitchen I followed the trail into the kitchen to see blood and body parts littering the room my mums head has been pinned to the cupboard with a knife going straight through her forehead my father had gotten if anything a worse ending he had his own dick sticking out through his right eye socket with a look of horror frozen on his face I laughed to myself a little "you both deserve this I hope you burn in hell" I walk over to the fridge stepping over body parts as I go I open the fridge and grab one of my dads bears " you won't be needing this will you daddy" I say giving his head the finger as I open …
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Taking a quick look at the clock, I noticed that the delivery had run late, and I was immediately stressed at the fact that Mistress would be home shortly. I knew I didn't have time to shower, and there was certainly no time for much cleanup either. I just pealed the skin-tight jeans down, crumpled them up and buried them at the bottom of the hamper. I carefully pulled the bright yellow panties down my legs, trying not to make any more mess. I washed the creamy jism away in the sink, squeezed what water I could from the satin fabric and tucked the still wet panties inside my jeans at the bottom of the dirty clothes. Running back to the bathroom, I then washed myself as best I could at the sink, and freshened my makeup, especially my lipstick, which had obviously been left along the length of Ken's gorgeous cock. I quickly straightened my hair and then swung by my closet, slipping into a cute little frayed-hem denim skirt and then over to my dresser and pulled some fresh panties up over my little clitty before trotting to the linen closet for fresh bedding. Once the bed was made, I scurried down the stairs to prepare for Mistress. By the time she arrived, I was at the door to meet her, drink in hand, like the good little sissy I so try to be. "Why thank you, crissi." Mistress seemed pleased as she made her way to the couch to sit down and enjoy her drink. "Come take my heels off, dear," she called. I followed along and dropped to my knees in front of …