CHAPTER 3 I rose early the following morning, just as I did every day. I woke John, unlocked his cuffs and rolled him onto his back. He sealed his lips to my cunt once I had straddled his head. He had never spilled a drop after his first three days of training. Once I was done I permitted him to use the toilet before making breakfast. He was rapidly becoming an excellent cook. I sat at the table with a huge portion of bacon and scrambled eggs. These I fed John with a big spoon as his head rested against my thigh. I spoke to him one I had finished eating. “Why am I doing this with you, John?” “Um…I went to the strip club instead of working here?” “That’s part of the reason, John, but there’s a much bigger picture. I love you and I’d be devastated to lose you, but you were headed for a disaster the way you were going. Joseph had told me several times that your work was lackluster on your best days and terrible on the rest. He almost fired you several times. Did you know that? No…I didn’t think so. I’ll bet you didn’t know that I once dated Joseph before I met you. You see, I’m full of surprises. “I’m doing this—making you my slave for several reasons. I work hard and long hours, too. I need someone to take care of the house and yard. I also enjoy all the personal attention you give me. Today you’ll also lick my feet and suck my toes when you massage my feet. Hopefully, they’ll be really sweaty then. In time you’ll give me manicures and pedicures, too. You’ll shave my legs and …
My Husband, My Slave–Part 4
CHAPTER 7 We slept in on Saturday and I gave John a rare day off. Other than taking my urine, washing me in my morning shower, and preparing our meals he was free to explore his own interests. He spent the morning on the computer playing games or on the internet checking email. I was surprised when, after lunch, he sat in his place with his head resting gently against my thigh. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do, John?” “Yes, Miss Sophie—I love being here, giving you my full attention and receiving yours. I always feel at peace here. May I worship your feet?” “Of course, John—you know how much I love that. I only wish I had known years ago how much you loved my feet.” I leaned down to kiss him before he scrambled to my feet. John began by kissing and sucking on each toe. Damn! That felt absolutely heavenly. He continued by licking my soles while massaging the balls of my foot. I had always found John’s foot massages relaxing. If only I had a glass of wine I’d feel complete. John must have read my mind because he suddenly jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He returned a minute later. “I thought you might enjoy a glass of wine with your massage, Miss Sophie.” I thanked him with a smile as I leaned back, took a sip, and closed my eyes. What a way to spend a Saturday afternoon. John spent the better part of an hour on my feet, even rubbing in an aromatic lotion that always made my skin feel soft and smooth. “Stand up, John—right here in front of me.” He was shocked when I …
My Husband, My Slave
Sophie is a high powered executive who makes decisions that impact the lives of her staff and community every day. When her husband, John, has some problems she does what comes naturally, deciding what is best for both of them. This is a four-part story. INTRODUCTION I think it would be best if I begin at the beginning—back before all this happened–with an introduction of who we are and why I’m telling this story. I’m Sophie—actually Sophia, but I’ve always thought that was much too formal and much too old fashioned. I was, after all, named for my maternal grandmother, I suspect because she was really loaded. She’d inherited millions from my grandfather who was invested heavily in real estate and railroads back when railroads were king. I’m now 34 years old, 5’9” tall, and weigh only two pounds more than when I graduated college—127 pounds. I’m tall and slender with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, measuring 34B, 25, 34, and I stay in good shape by either using our company gym or working out at home. I’m an extremely successful executive—a senior vice president–with an international corporation that specializes in developing commercial and industrial real estate even though I don’t need the money. I now own all my grandfather’s investments—millions and millions in blue chip stocks and bonds. I’m now thrilled to be very happily married to John Masters, 36, an even six feet, and 160 pounds although I wasn’t always. John had created more problems with his insane …
My Husband, My Slave–Part 3
CHAPTER 5 I sat at the side of the bed while John positioned himself between my legs, sealing my cunt with his lips. My bladder was full so I pissed for a long time, wondering how John could handle it so easily and how he could stand the taste. I had tasted a drop of my urine before beginning John’s slavery and I almost retched from the taste. I kissed his cheek once I was done and led him to the bathroom where I allowed him to use the toilet. It was the first time he’d been able to pee standing up in the past month. “Get a bath towel and a small hand towel from the closet, John.” I handed him a small scissors and a comb once he had laid the big towel on the floor. “Trim me, John as close as you can without cutting me.” He showed extreme care removing most of my pubic hair. I filled a basin with hot water and dunked the hand towel until it was soaked. John then wrung it out and held it over my abdomen for several minutes. “Shave me, John,” I commanded. I was as bare as a baby when he was done. John ran my bath and proceeded to wash me. We were dried and back in the bedroom when I walked to his closet. He looked shocked. He hadn’t been out of the house or dressed in anything other than the leather cuffs and his cock cage for the past month. “I will decide if you dress, John and I will decide what you’ll wear, too.” I selected a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt. Under other circumstances I would have him skip the underwear, but today I thought it might be necessary so I …
The Video Store – Part 2 of My Sex Slave Neighbor
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories…. Part 2 – The Video Store Recap of Part 1 (Found my Married next door neighbor masturbating to a movie I left in her house. Then she spent the whole day sucking my cock around her house. Then I left her instructions to wash my clothes, not kiss her husband when he got home from work.) Part 2~~~ I watched Brenda naked body jiggle as she walked out of my view. A few minutes later, I saw her husband Frank walk by his kitchen window. He reached into the fridge to get something to eat. I walked upstairs to my room. I still had a big smile on my face as I reached into my closet to get my silk bath robe. It was red, with black trim. It reminded me of an old time Playboy robe. I looked in the mirror to see myself. My cock was already semi hard thinking about what just happened. I almost could not wait for Brenda to bring over my laundry. I wonder how long it would take for her to come over. About an Hour later. I heard a small knock at the back door. I got off my black leather chair in the living room. I was not sure if she would knock on my front door or the door to my back yard. I walked into the kitchen. I pulled the d****s back. I looked through the glass in the back door. I smiled. Brenda was standing inches from the door. She had her left foot on the 3rd wooden step. She was wearing exactly what I left on her bed. She had the small blue shirt on. It was stretched over her large breast. The "V" in the middle showed off her deep …
Wife lets loose as husband gets caught being sucked
I woke up horny…. Is there a day that doesn’t occur? As I’ve gotten older in life, I don’t start my day too often with a hard-on, just usually with sexual thoughts. While my wife and I still occasionally have wonderful intimate moments she has some challenges where the frequency of these moments disappears for periods of time. While very compatible from a vanilla sex standpoint she also has never been very adventurous in bed. This isn’t an excuse for my infrequent sexual activities outside our home rather some background. As for me, I’m a healthy and decently in shape mature man of 51. The epitome of a man starting to lose his muscularity due to age and a slightly less active life but still fits comfortably in his clothes from 20 years ago….if I still had them. I work a white collar job so supplement activities to stay in stable shape to enjoy a long and healthy life as well as probably unhealthy habit of masturbation and fantasies….often which blur into real life. This morning was one of those days. Today was a bit different than most as I had a comp day from the office after working some insane amount of hours the preview week. Home, but not completely alone, I gently rubbed my smallish cock under the covers enough to feel good but not pumping it with any urgency to get off. My mind wandered… Instead of searching porn or any particular sex story to fan some fantasy, I decided (or was it my penis) to search Craigslist for anything intriguing. My first search was the MW4M …
The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part Two)
“Mmmm… it’s morning already?” Denise stretched and sat up. Her legs were feeling a little numb from last night. She gently moved her legs over to the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. “Woah…” Looking at her clock she noticed that it was 11:24 a.m. She shrugged and made her way to the en suite. She turned on the shower, used the bathroom and brushed her teeth before cleaning her body once again. She hummed and then burst into a fit of laughter as she thought about him again. “Why does he keep entering my thoughts?” “Who keeps entering your thoughts?” “FUCK!” She turned the water off and pulled the shower curtain to the side. Her husband was standing there, still in his suit from the day before. “Hey baby, when did you get back?” Her husband was a really handsome man. He was 29 and looked like he was 21. He had short black hair and hazel eyes. His body was amazing too. A beautiful white that had been touched with just a hint of apricot. He had a six pack and strong arms that picked her up with ease. His ass was nice to look at too. She smiled as she looked her husband up and down. She looked at his crotch and licked her lips. His member wasn’t anything to joke about either. A nice 8 inches in length and 2 inches around, he sometimes did some damage, though she was always able to recover from it. Clearing her throat, she brought her eyes back to his and grabbed the towel that was on a hook by the shower. She wrapped it around herself and stepped out. He shook his head at her …
My sissy son,by his dad and lover Part 6
So 3 years have gone by since I last spoke to you. Many changes,mostly very good,even my ex is OK too. I got promoted in my job,much more responsibility,longer hours,but a bigger salary to match. I /we had to move as well,from England to America,huge upheavel,but worth it for both of us. Because we live in the States now,Lucy can finally discard all her male attire..and be Lucy ..my 'daughter/my wife' full time.She looks after me/the house,and while other men who work for the company employ maids/servants for their wives..Lucy's happy to do it herself.We've been to parties,bbq's organised by the wives,usually about 20 adults,and 8 or 10 k**s too. Lucy suggested we 'had one' too,i thought it was a great idea and she asked Carol,the wife of the CEO to help her. Carol was in her 50's an ex beauty queen who still looked stunning,had 3 c***dren and was now a grandmother too.We decided (at Carol's advice) to get some caterers in the first time and the bill would be quite reasonable..so that's what we did.They'd organise the seating, the food,even cook the food,all we had to do was buy a new fridge to hold beers,wine,and sodas for the k**s.But I came home one night and found Lucy in tears..and it took me ages for her to tell me what had happened.Carol wanted to change her dress after she'd spilled coffee on hers,so we went to my wardrobe to pick something out for her.She looked in yours as I left to take a phone call..and it was obvious to her that the clothes were yours..not mine! …
Playing pee-games with my slave on a train and fucking the conductor in both holes
Over the years, I've met up with Martina several times, but for the most part we've been chatting online. I enjoyed our "sessions" more and more, we shared some of our innermost secret desires and discovered new ones together as we had some of the most depraved and kinky exchanges possible. I love her, in a way that's hard to describe and new to me, but feels "right" for the kind of relationship we have. Because of our different lives and her marriage it was hard at times to keep up that relationship, but we always found a way, and it was ever the more sweet to see her again after a prolonged absence. And when, on one occasion, we finally had an opportunity to be together for several days, we were both excited to no end. Her husband had wanted to go on a little trip with some of his co-workers and in return, Martina wanted to go on a trip herself with her "friends", so for one week a few years ago we began a vacation while she left her kids and man behind, along with everything else about her conservative lifestyle. We took a train to the south, the beach, the sun and a sweet little hotel that we both had chosen. I was nervous and excited when I boarded the train, looking for her inside. I found her in a little compartment where we had reserved our seats. She looked great, wearing a light green dress, for a change, with an incredibly low cut neckline that showed a lot of her ample cleavage. She smiled at me behind her large sunglasses and kissed me as I stumbled in, helping …
Being Slaved By Master And Mistress At Delhi
Hello friends I am Rajveer, I am 25 years old guy and working in a MNC company and looking after technical support. I am based at Delhi and Kolkata but with my job profile I travel all over India. You can connect with me on [email protected] Coming to the story, this incident happened in the month of November 2014 while I took flight from CCU to Delhi. To my bad luck after getting the tickets I was cursing as I had got the middle seat that too in the last beside the toilet, but again I can do anything because the flight was already full, so I cursed my luck and checked in and got seated on my seat. I was feeling happy and thanking to god as it was about to close the door of the flight and the two person who were suppose to come have not arrived yet and so I was happy. But my happiness was all just for few minutes when I saw a lady around 29 and a guy around 31 were coming towards me, I just said on my mind that all finished. So the journey begins; they both were sitting side by side and I was in the middle. They were working in it sector and both were married to each other (which I came to know later), so the journey started and we introduced ourselves, and then they introduced them as husband and wife so with regards I asked then that should I shift aside as I was in middle seat to which they reply that’s okay they have any problem and you can sit in the middle. Then we started our talks and as I was not very much younger we became good friends and shared our numbers. We …
My Wife Maureen and Doug & Brad
Maureen & I went to Kim & Brad’s home for dinner. When we came in the door I immediately noticed the mistletoe hanging there in the entrance way like it always has in our home, a hint to guests that Maureen was easily kissable. As we called out to let everyone know we were there Kim said they were in the den. As we entered the den I immediately noticed Brad, our son-in-law & his Dad, Doug sitting there stark naked with big hadrons’. Kim was there also wearing just high heels and a very wet and creamy looking pink lipstick. One of her & my favorite colors. She grinned and asked if we were just going to stand there dressed or were we going to join them in their nakedness. It didn’t take Maureen more than a second to start removing he clothes. Soon she stood there just in high heels and her lipstick, a rich wet creamy brownish color called Mahogany. She especially wears it for Brad; she says she loves leaving lipstick cock rings on his cock. It didn’t take long for her to mount & straddle Doug (facing him) sliding his big tool deep into her pussy. It’s amazing watching his nearly ten inches long and 2 ½ inches thick inch shaft sinking to the hilt into her. And as she slid down on it she told him that his cock always feels so good in her. If I wasn’t around I’m sure Maureen would be married to Doug. If that ever happens I’m sure she would easily become his dumb, stupid, helpless, will powerless, cum slut bitch whore slave & wife. When she’s with him she loses her common sense and …
SLAVE WIFE TANYA: THE GORILLA SPECIALIST
SLAVE WIFE TANYA: THE MONKEY BUSINESS John, the famous international fashion photographer heard the front door slam and watched his latest customer Ms. Obutulezi approaching the studio wearing a long white coat and high heels. And she was white! Judging from the surname he had thought she would be black or dark. Her husband had called a few days ago and asked for a series of "erotic pictures" of his wife. The photos were not supposed to be pornographic, but rather of a "promotional nature" intended for commercial use. Detailed instructions would follow by letter. They agreed on a full afternoon session – six hours – which would become very costly. John mentioned his price and Mr. Obutulezi did not even try to bargain. From a distance she did not look anything but ordinary, but as the brunette came closer he sensed something unusually attractive about her. Her slender body, easy way of moving, her big expressive eyes and an aura of watchful nervousness made her look like a deer ready to flee on the slightest provocation. She definitely triggered his hunting instinct. He had to concentrate on the task he had been given. They shook hands and presented themselves. She had long slender fingers like a piano player. John could not help imagining them caressing his big throbbing cock. “Welcome to my humble studio. Let me take your coat, Ma’am.” ‘She unbuttoned the thick winter coat and revealed a voluptuous body with a full bosom and long legs. He took the coat and pointed towards …
Mary becomes my slave
Note this is a work of fiction and the names are fictitious as are the actions of the characters. The events described never took place outside the author’s imagination Mary Becomes my Slave Part 1 Hi, everyone I am Pavit from Mumbai This story starts back in 2013 when I was in my final year at college in Mumbai. We had several female lecturers, very intelligent clever ladies all of them but one stood out and in class I found my cock getting hard as I sat day dreaming about about our English Poetry lecturer Mary Halliday who was an English woman from the Yorkshire region who had an Indian husband. She was very professional, homely rather than beautiful and she knew the limits of student lecturer relationship and friendship and she had been married to a senior lecturer for 4 years but he had gone to Kuwait to teach on a long contract. But there was that something special about her which I could not quite define. I did nothing improper, I gave no indication of how I felt I was the perfect student or so I believed but one Wednesday everything changed. I had a new cell phone which played movies and during one free study period I was watching a BDSM bondage and domination movie on my cell phone as I sat in the back row of the class room facing the end wall, I had my dick in my hand through my trouser pocket and I was day dreaming the girl tied up and being whipped and abused when suddenly I heard Mary’s voice saying “How dare you!" I thought it was a dream but she was really …
Indian husband cuckolded by feet.
I married my my wife simran 2 years ago. I have a foot fetish and I used to lick her feet whenever I get time. As time passed, my wife got bored of me and wanted to Have more sex. I was unable to satisfy her desires as I have a small dick. Suddenly a major change came in my life. My college friend prashant contacted me for a job. Prashant used to bully me and was a hot muscular guy. I used to lick his feet. He said He had no place to live currently and wanted to live at my house. I asked my wife and she wanted to see his picture as how he looked. I showed her the picture and she Agreed to let prashant live at our house for some days. He came to my house when simran was not at home. Being a bully, he asked me to keep his luggage in his room and get him some water. He sat on the couch with his feet Crossed up on the table. I gave him water and sat near him. Being a bully, he asked me to show him my wife's pic. I showed him my wife's pics and he said "she looks Hot, I’ll definitely fuck her" I said "yes master, your wish". Then he asked me to remove his sneakers and his sweaty socks and lick his feet. I started licking his Feet. Suddenly the gate opened and my wife saw me licking his feet. She started laughing and gave a smile to prashant and went on to change her clothes. I had mixed Feelings of shamefulness and arousal. I kept licking the soles of prashant feet and after 2 minutes my wife came back and gave prashant a kiss and sat with her feet crossed on the table. just like …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow
Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Character List Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle's First Wife. Fatima Unmei : Kyle's younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart, and in a magical coma cursed by Ms. Franklin. Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle's long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin's dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Out of guilt, she fled to find redemption with the Goddess Ishtar. Nakamura Fumi: Kyle's girlfriend. She's a Yuki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. She is in Japan looking for a way to be with Kyle. Wielder of Windfeather. Britney Kingston: Kyle's best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw. Enemies Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle's school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power. Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy. Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. She was instead captured by Burke and forced to serve him, sent to …
Lord of the rings:Hope for the future pt 3-Eowyn.
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters depicted in this story. Chapter 2,m:Eowyn. Galadriel had been delivered safely of two strong and beautiful half-elven twins,both girls to the joy of many who saw great things in there future.Galadriel fairly glowed with love for her children and would often kiss her husband deeply for this precious gift.Arwen was happy for her fellow wife and grandmother as their children brought them closer together. Harvey,on the other hand,was trying all means necessary to get Arwen and Galadriel to find other lovers to take as husbands.He could not understand why two of middle earths most beautiful elves would take him as a husband,let alone carry his children. The two elves had grown in power,beauty,magic and physical strength.There beauty was second to none even within their own race,their bodies and beauty seemingly entering the realm of the divine. Arwen's magic was so powerful that it now allowed her to fly.With a thought she could freeze time and a word from her could turn day to night and vice versa.Those who tried to fight her would find themselves dead just by looking in her eye. Galadriel's enchantments had grown as well.Her aura of light so great it could heal any injury or sickness just by being in her presence.She could bring whole forests to life just by walking in them,create weapons of great power by just thinking of them and giving life to new creature of myth and legend with a wave of her hand.Just by looking at a person she …
Meeting Him pt.1
MEETING HIM PT.1 I met HIM online,you know on one of those adult websites.I had been a member for a few years,mostly just watching the videos or reading the stories.I was into alot of kinky stuff and it was hard to find someone with the same tastes.I often felt guilty being online while my hubby was at work,but our sex life had become almost non existent.We are both black and in our late forties.I have a very high sex drive,always have,he did also until about 3 yrs ago.He started taking meds which affected his sexual desires…or so he wanted me to think. We both had been in bisexual relationships before we were married,and I often wondered if he was seeing a man behind my back.Which honestly Id be okay with,if he was honest with me,and not so judgemental towards me.We have been married over 20 yrs and I have never cheated in any way….until now.Ive always been the more kinkier out of the two of us…a quality which he liked at one time…but these days he criticized me for it.We had gone for months without sex…him saying he had no interest,so I turned to porn even more,watching and masterbating.He did not approve of that,saying I should find something to get my mind off sex.Well that was easier said than done,having gone without it for so long,it was ALL I could think of.Whenever I tried talking to him about it he would call me a whore and a slut.So eventually I stopped trying.I began frequenting the chatrooms,mostly talking to other women,thinking that wasnt really …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear
Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Character List Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. He has used the cure on Fatima and waits for her to wake up. Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle's First Wife. Fatima Unmei : Kyle's younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart, and in a magical coma cursed by Ms. Franklin. Kyle has given her the weapon she needs to escape the dream, but only if she has the courage to use it. Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle's long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin's dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Christy has found redemption from Ishtar and serves the goddess. She is returning to Kyle. Nakamura Fumi: Kyle's girlfriend and wielder of Windfeather. She's a Yuiki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. In Japan, she found the way to be with Kyle but was badly wounded in a fight with Zaritha. Zaritha is nursing her back to health. Britney Kingston: Kyle's best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw. Enemies Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle's school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power. He has dominated …
Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian
Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian Summary: Frigid MILF turned by one of her husband’s young employees. Note 1: This story is dedicated to DAVE who requested it for his wife. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, goamz86 and LeAnn for editing this story. Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian “You haven't had sex in over a year!” I asked my colleague Dave, stunned by his admission a moment ago. He shook his head as he took another swig of his beer at the pub where we hung out after work, Dave and I the last two remaining. “It wasn't always like this.” “But she is still ridiculously attractive,” I pointed out, “and you are not bad yourself if I was into men.” “Good to know I’m attractive to the lesbians,” he joked, finishing his fifth beer. “What happened?” I asked, my head already spinning with the thoughts of the challenge of making a frigid woman my sex slave. “That is one of the great mysteries of the world,” he sighed, clearly very frustrated at his long sexual drought. “Was she always a prude?” I asked, digging deeper for more intel on my next prey. “God no,” he said, “although I was her first and only.” “She has only fucked just you?” I asked, not able to fathom such a concept. I was 99% lesbian, but I still had fucked more than one guy. “Yeah,” he nodded, as he ordered another beer. “Was she always so timid?” I asked, curious about a woman who only had been with one man. She was clearly prime material for my lesbian seductive wiles. “No, but I don't think I should get into the …
Vampire: Stories of days past 3
Jake sat silent for a moment, trying to get his head around what he just heard. “So let me get this straight. You are over two millennia old. And lost your eye in a fight with your brother… over a slave?” Marius shrugged “Well, that’s the basic of it. More or less.” Shaking his head Jake tried to figure out if his host was lying or just plainly insane. “And I thought I was the only one who bumped his head.” He shifted his weight to the left and felt a pain shoot through his side. “It appears you might have broken a rib as well, want me to take a look?” Jake took a few shallow breaths, pushing the pain away before he nodded. “Well if you want me, you should apologies first.” Marius sat with his arms crossed next to the bed, a slight grin on his lips. “You want me to… what?” Jake’s words where followed by a grunt. “I. Want you. To say you’re sorry for doubting my story.” The young man pulled a face as if he felt insulted. “Dude, for real. I’m in serious pain over here!” Marius shortly chuckled “And I can maybe ease it. I also can just go out and get a quick bite to eat.” Catching his last words he let out a short chuckle again “Your choice.” Jake felt another flash of pain shooting through is side, this time without him putting weight on it. “Sure, whatever you want! Just as long you can make this go away.” Marius still sat with his arms crossed, not moving a muscle. “So?” Jake gave a deep sigh “I’m sorry for doubting you.” A smile made it’s over Marius’s lips “That wasn’t …
Harry potter And the Dark world ch 1
I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.ALL CHARACTERS OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES BELONG TO J.K.ROWLING. #################################### From Legacy203/Bigaim24. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU. Sorry for the lack of updates but the season was too good to miss out on.I'm back now and the posting will be back on the following stories 1 DESTINY IN A WORLD OF HEROES. 2 GAME OF THRONES:LOVE AND VENGEANCE. Also new series will be posted such as Mark saint (Hero of the Destiny in a world of heroes series)in the naruto universe as well as a star wars series. Also this new series of The Harry potter world. Enjoy and a HAPPY 2015 TO YOU ALL. Also any person willing to post toned down chapters of my stories on Fanfiction.net may do so as long as they don't change the plot and cite me as the original author.They may also use my plot ideas to create better stories of their own. Peace out. #################################### CHAPTER 1 "FUCK ME.OHHHHH YES.FUCK THAT PUSSY BABY." If it had not been for the privacy spells and wards on the room,the female's voice would have carried on for miles.The female in question was none other than Susan bones,a former member of Hufflepuff house at Hogwarts and one the ladies with the biggest bust in the school at the time.The redhead beauty was currently laying on the soft hotel bed naked with her leg as her owner and husband pounded into her hot and soaking pussy.Even though she was a pureblood from an ancient and noble house,her aunt Amelia and her had …
robs wife
I liked to be dominated. I like when men take control and tell me what to do. My husband discovered this after a few years of marriage, and things haven't been the same since. Lately, though, things my have gotten a little out of control. It seems that my husband, Rob, had been discussing domination with a few of his friends at work. He had, after a couple of beers at the local bar, told them about our secret sexual practices. He told them that I liked being a love slave, and would do anything that I was told. I didn't mind that so much. However, one Saturday, the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door, and Hal stood there. He looked at me and asked me if my master was home! "Rob's home, yes," I said, my face red. "Tell him I'm here," he said. I called Rob, and Rob came into the room. He invited Hal in, and I went into the kitchen and got them a couple of beers. I brought them to the two men, and the doorbell rang again. I started to go and answer it, and Rob stopped me. "That's Jim," he said, looking at his watch. "Answer it, but I want you to take off your blouse and your bra first," he said. "Huh?" "Take off your bra and answer the door," he demanded. Red-faced, (but excited) I unbuttoned my blouse as the doorbell rang again. I took off my bra, my nipples hardening and a thrill traveling through my pussy as I went to the door, topless. I opened the door, and Jim stood there. His mouth hung open for just a second as he took in the fact that I was topless. "Tell the boss …
What the Hell Am I Doing?– Chapter 3
——————————————————————– Author’s Note: This is a new series of stories, all of them holding at least a kernel of truth, if not more. Not all will have full-on sexual contact and/or encounters, at least as I have it planned, but I hope the reader will enjoy the feelings, and emotions, that went through my mind. That being said, there is going to be a lot of interracial sexual relations, sex with strangers, and even some v******e. Call it adultery, call it slavery, or call it submission, whatever label you choose, but unless you have a CONSTRUCTIVE comment, I’m not interested in hearing your blithering, whiney fingers scream about how I should be divorced, shot, made homeless, or abandoned. We all have enough troubles in our days without listening to your opinions on how someone should live their lives. With that said, if you are still here, please enjoy this second installment: —————————————————————— What the Hell Am I Doing?- Chapter 3 As usual, when I exited the bath room the next morning, I found my clothes laid out. As my Master, Ben liked to choose what I would wear, and because I liked to provide him some variety, I tended to pack heavy. My husband would ask me why I would take a dozen outfits for a five-day trip, and I would just explain to him that some of the trip involved client dinners and so on, which required me to change into something nicer. What I said was true, I would …
The Art of Cuckolding
Mature woman teaches a young bride the art. When I was a young man, there had been circumstances or events in my life that I could not understand or explain. Things were done behind my back but if you live long enough, sooner or later the true story comes out. My name is Jack and my wife's name is Rosemarie but everyone calls her Marie. She was in her late twenties and I was in my early thirties. We had two small toddlers. It was a hot summer afternoon and we were moving into a new house in an upscale neighborhood. A mature woman who lived a few houses away, came over to us carrying a tray of glasses and a pitcher of ice tea. She welcomed us to the neighborhood and said she would have us over to her house in a few days once we were settled. They invited us to their house the following Sunday afternoon to have a couple of drinks and get to know each other. Her name was Ava and her husband's name was Sam but she always referred to him as My Sammie. They were in their early fifties with three c***dren. Two c***dren were out living on their own and their youngest was away at college so they were pretty much Empty Nesters. Like me, Sam was an engineer. A quiet man, thin and slightly shorter than his wife, Ava. Ava was very much like my wife, I would say she was an older version of my wife. She was outgoing with voluptuous curves and a very sexual way about her. When she looked at me, she made me feel like I was going to be her next meal. Her body language hinted that she was …