“Me? I thought you went in and cleaned up – you know, when Marci did.” “No, I just tried to soak up some of Michael’s cum from my clothes – and none too effectively I might add, which is why I have this other wet spot on my leg and no top on. Since you so generously gave me all of this, I didn’t feel like I should just wipe it off and throw it away!” She giggled. “Besides, I know how much you like me all…creamy.” I swallowed a lump in my throat as my cock twitched weakly, still exhausted from our earlier fun. "Absolutely…but I think I’m going to need some serious recovery time after that last round. Even what you’re doing there – which I love – barely got a twitch out of me.” She suddenly sat up, her feet on the car's floorboards. “Ooooh, that reminds me!” She grabbed her tiny purse from behind her feet and dug around in it for a few seconds, and then reached across, her hand at my mouth. “Open!” Like the dutiful husband I am I blindly obeyed the command, and she popped something into my mouth and then quickly held my water bottle to my lips. “Drink.” Again I followed orders, and whatever she had given me washed on down. “Okay, now that it’s too late, what was that?” She smiled as she leaned back. “Well, it wasn’t a Skittle!” “M & M?” “Nope.” “Aspirin?” Uh-uh.” “Tell me that you didn’t just give me one of Charlie’s boner pills!” “Now you’re catching on! If I’m going to wear that big cock of yours down to a tiny nub by morning, it’s going to need to get hard first…and often!” …
Ty & Cinda–A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2
This is part 2 of an ongoing story. CHAPTER 4 I woke with a start. A hard nipple had somehow found its way into my mouth. I looked up to see a smiling nymph with “café au lait” skin and a sensational curvy body. “Is this my morning treat?” I closed my mouth to suckle and nibble her tender tissue. “I wish every morning could be like this.” “So do I. Do you think we’d ever tire of being in love?” “I know I wouldn’t, Ty. What about you?” “Never—would you believe that I’d never even been on a date before I met you? Eighteen years old and a virgin is one thing, but I never even went out with a girl.” “Well, you may still be eighteen, just like me, but you’re no longer a virgin, are you? I wasn’t any different. I’m eighteen, too and before you no boy even paid me the least bit of attention.” I extricated my mouth from her teat to speak, “That I find hard to believe. This must be a community of idiots. What time is it? I promised your momma I’d take you to church.” I looked over to the clock; great—6:43. “Do we have time?” “You must be kidding, Ty! Didn’t you promise we could play in the morning?” “I don’t actually recall promising, but I’ll never turn you down.” I nibbled on her teat and pulled her down for a kiss. “Morning breath,” she warned me. “Who cares? I love you, Cinda from your too-light and too-dark skin to your wrinkly nipples to your cute tasty pussy, even all the way down to your toes. Now, be quiet and kiss me! That’s an order!” Cinda could barely hold back from …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 70: Wolf Pack Whore
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of 8 series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-68”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I love living in the city. Everything is close and there are tons of things to do. However, I am still a country girl at heart and I each time I get a chance to return to the calm of nature, I am a happy woman. But this story is not about the beauty of nature. It is about the beauty of fantasy. The beauty of perverse minds. Minds like mine. I was visiting my father for a few days. He still resides in the house my sibling and I grew up in and returning there always feels like going home. And this time was no different. “Ahhh!” I sighed as I listened to the quietude of nature. I had decided to go for a walk through the woods and the only sounds I heard …
A one time deal?
Tibby spread her legs. Calum wasted no time climbing between her legs. When he reached her pussy he gave one long swift lick and Tibby moaned in pleasure. Calum then knew she liked it and he continued, knowing he was doing it right. She layed her head back and let out a long sigh. She was about to cum, he could tell so he stopped not wanting her to cum just yet. When he stopped her head snapped up and she saw he was climbing on the bed next to her. He layed over his arms on both side of her head holding himself up.He smiled looking down at his sweet sister and realized right then and there that he never wanted to loose her. He leaned down and met her lips with a passionate kiss. Her toungue asked for entrance and he gladly accepted. He then moved down to her neck giving her soft kisses and leaving his marks on her body. He kissed down to her chest and back up before guiding his cock to her entrance. She spread her legs and he pushed into her. She squealed at first and he chuckled. He slowly began moving in and out of his sister and found out that with each thrust his sister was matching his strokes with her hips. He picked up the pace slightly and she lifted one leg over his side, indicating she wanted on top, so he grabbed her wait and rolled over letting her be on top. She positioned herself, putting both hand on his chest and began slowly riding him. Calum grabbed her waist and helped her move up and down on him. Her brathijg was getting heavy and he knew she wasn't going …
Me And The Moon
Soon so soon… And it bothers me that on the moon there Are only TWO colours, Bright and Black… And it Makes me swoon How bored the girl must be And how a simple sigh Feels like a heart attack… But lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… A Pretty face a kind of grace you really couldn't drive It is no wonder we did not survive… But your face, that grace, that smile that style that Really was sublime and I wish that we had gone that extra mile… But lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… Your face your grace your smile your lips Your skirt your flirt your fingertips Your shine was mine and oh My smile was yours… And lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… Me and the Moon are lighting stars Me and the Moon are shining Me and the Moon are Wondering where you are… But lookin' back… On a snow-white wall on a waterfall on a night that's painted BLUE… I remember a Full Moon… And I remember YOU… I remember you… I REMEMBER you…
Lost Valentine
Once again it’s that time of year when lovers long for a partner near. By the end it will be clear why I come to fear this sentimental time of year. Birds have flown south bound. Snow’s falling to the ground, just grey skies and slush all around. Yet, lovers are abound warm, cozy, and sound. Making plans to be together to escape the cold weather for dinner and a movie or whether whispering words as soft as a feather to always be together. Three years since past, when you were mine last. If only time didn't move so fast. Despite being of a different caste, we could have made it last. We had plans for the long haul, but you needed space, if I recall. Who says time heals all? Well, I’m still waiting to get that call, because I thought I was over you last Fall. So, once again I ignore the lovers with their significant others rushing to get home under the covers. I pretend it doesn't smothers when old memories recovers. I know you’re no longer mine as I sit alone and dine, working on my third glass of wine. Shit, I promised not to cry this time because you’re no longer my Valentine.
My First Boyfriend: PART ll
It was the week of my birthday and Jeremy surprised me and asked me to meet him at the park after school. When I got there he had a sad look on his face, I even tried to kiss him and he pulled away from me. So I went directly into therapist mode asking him a thousand and one questions. Jeremy said nothing at all, he just got in car and told me to "drive, don't care where just anywhere". I drove to my favorite spot ever to be which is on the edge of the mountains, mainly because no one was there during the middle of the day. Since we didn't say anything on the ride up there, I just got out and sat on the hood of my car. Jeremy got out a little while later to stand in front of me. Without saying a word he kissed me as he started to caress my cock through my school pants. I went with it since I was scared to know what he had to say. I just wanted to feel good before he dropped a big bomb on me. We kissed for what seemed like ages. Jeremy finally broke our kiss as he unzipped my pants. I forced his head down to meet my already hard cock. He opened his mouth as I laid back on to the hood of my car. The way Jeremy used his tongue was always amazing. The way he went up & down with his hands and tongue made me reach all new heights of pleasure. It was just un-parallel the way he used his mouth AND the best part about it was (well at least for me) he didn't make all those slurping noises. Jeremy had me sliding all over that car when he took the side of his tongue and moved it up and …
The Distance Between
Shall I desist and let it go, or should I beg on bended knee to be forgiven. For what, I ask it over and over again, and still no answer comes, none makes sense. Hard to comprehend, hard to decide, knowing I have done nothing, and yet, I did something else why the distance the irreconcilable distance you place between us. Stars are dying, have died and yet have not left the night sky. Because they are distant, so distant. So perhaps we have died and yet still shine in the firmament for a moment in time, one lasting moment, still yet to actually die. Still yet to die as us, as a two, as you and I, we, drifting deeper and deeper into the recesses of our minds, and lost in the distant tracks of time and space, lost to us, we still live, we still may be able to give, we still could be we two. Do you agree, or wish simply for the shine and glitter and sparkle to dull, to dim. To travel alone, again, once more as before, as you lived so despondently once upon a time, and grieved. Until I salved, and soothed, my tender touch tried to tend to your heart, as you nestled. Now I am adrift, and you are where you were, so shall I bend my knee and ask forgiveness, request your caress, ask for pity, seek to shine my gleaming star crossed love upon you once again, if you allow, if I can see the way, if I can simply, uncomplicatedly, know why.
Sisterhood of Sin — 27 — Tumbled Into Trouble
Favor Wanted: I need a man to peg. Send me your husband. I'll send him back a little stretched. Seattle area Sept 17. $200. Garter, panties, and stockings, +$50. Chastity cage, + $25. "Your girl is innovating, Cath." "Yup. Wil makes a little side money now servicing sisters who travel. But Mindy's job is carrying her to Seattle a lot. She gets kind of aggressive when she's on her period, so she dresses like a man and…" "Two hundred dollars seems a little cheap." "I guess many sisters don't want to believe that their husband could be worth more as a gift than any woman is, so they accept less for him. Mindy says it helps keep the men in their place. But I'm seeing more ads like hers, little brothers offered or wanted. I'm even thinking of renting a stud myself." "You, Cath?" "We are getting older, Ky, and not many sisters are looking to send me as a gift. And it would be worth something to get just what I want when I'm on the road for my day job. I have a lot of business travel coming up soon, and when it isn't to Chicago or Denver, it's either toys or find a stud. Gabe's grooming me for the next management slot, so I'm visiting a lot of podunk towns. He's making noises about retiring when I can take the helm in a few years." "He won't be retiring. He'll be jumping ship. We need him in a DOW 30." "Wow! That will be quite a leap." "Two to three years." "That will work out well for me. I don't really see myself helping the sisterhood much without being in my job. And with …
Fron Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 21
From Lonely Housewife to perverted Slut Chapter 21 “I stood in the back and let my eyes adjust to the dark theater before heading to the back row of the theater. I walked to the end of the theater and walked toward the second last row. When you go in go to the second last row. Mitch is in the middle of the row. When I got reached Mitch I tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me but can I sit on the other side of you.” I asked looking down at him. I looked up at the screen to see a young attractive, slim, big breasted white woman around twenty walking down a pathway. I also saw a group of black men playing soccer in the distance field. “OH sure. I didn't hear you approaching me. Wow your a knock out. Please I'll stand up so you can pass in front of me and sit on the other side of me.” Mitch said standing us. “I didn't even think women were allowed in the theater.” Mitch towered over me and talk about muscular with his tight jeans and sleeveless T-shirt. I could see a large bulge running down his right leg and I was positive he wasn't even hard yet. I heard the girl scream on the theater screen. “What do you men want from me?” “Your the one wandering around on our soccer field. We didn't invade to our private domain.” One of the hot black soccer men answered.” “The theater manager made an exception for me.” I pushed past Mitch making sure I pushed my self back to feel his bulge pressing against my back. “Thank you.” I said and then finding my seat sat down. “That's quite a bulge …
The Academy 14
The clock ticked in Mrs. Knopp's first period class. The room was silent, no one talked and the busty teacher sat behind her desk working busily while looking through papers. Jasper looked over at Sasha, she gave him a half hearted grin. She was about to cry on the inside. The class was almost empty, Simi was in the hospital, Jordan hasn't come out of her apartment since Rose was killed, and Camila hasn't been seen in days. Only about 15 people sat in the class room. Most of the kids dropped out after the incident, even more after Simi was almost killed again, considering their lives weren't worth an education. The SPAAC have won. It seemed as if it was the old days to kids like Sasha, Conor, Jia, and the Thompson Sisters. Except the old days was filled with optimism and hope, now they built themselves up only to be torn down. Fifteen minutes passed by. No one was doing the work that sat in front of them. Jasper stared at the first question: "What do you do when a female is near orgasm to enhance her experience?" He looked over at Jordan's empty desk, he remembered his first day, she was the first person he fucked. It was funny, he's only been here a year and he's felt more accepted here then anywhere else in his life. Sasha looked at him, watching him as he stared blankly at his paper. She loved him so god damn much, she knew that the remaining students of this school needed to come together. She stood up. Everyone stared at one of the remaining original students as she …
Teasing
This is a fantasy I would love to live out He was ready to burst when he finally came home. His penis was throbbing, his balls so tight he thought they would explode and the amount of precum from the whole day had left marks all over his underwear. She had been teasing him all day starting in the morning, had woke up to the sensation of her tongue tasting around the head and a hand moving up and down. When he looked down he could see her naked legs spread over the other side of the bed. The silk slip was up around her waist showing all of her beautiful behind and the little dark bush on her pussy. Her stiff nipples were showing though the silk and her long hair were flowing down her back. He closed his eyes again and turned himself over to the ecstasy of her mouth. Just the kind of start to the day he loved. She was sucking him deep and at the same time letting her tongue play with the glans. He tried to grab her head when she suddenly stopped and jumped out of bed. ”WHAT?!” She bent over so he could see all of her wet pink pussy and gently opened it. "This is going to wait for you when you come home, wet and ready," she said while looking over her shoulder at him. He opened his mouth to say something but she ran out of the bedroom. What the heck is going on? He followed her to the bathroom but the door was locked. He knocked and at the same time shouted, "Open the door we are not finished". She called back , "I told you, the rest is for later," and laughed. When he heard …
The Local Flavour
'Do you mind if I join you?' She is tall and blond, but that is the most one can say of her. She is fat beyond caring, broad shoulders, thick arms white and freckled, the flesh hard and compact. Small flat breasts, big round belly stretching the cloth of her one-piece bathing suit. Impossible to tell her age, it could be anywhere between thirty and fifty. ‘This sun is killing me. You’re a smart boy to keep out of it.’ I have found a place under the palm trees on the beach, just off the ruins. The lady lowers her broad behind into the sand right next to me, using my shoulder for support. Although on a first impression she seems to be of some standing, she is not sitting exactly ladylike. One fat hairless leg stretched out to one side, almost burying my own skinny hairy leg in the sand, the other leg upright, doubled at the knee and pointing outwards to the other side, leaving me a full view of her bulging crotch delving into the sand beneath her. ‘Incredible, isn’t it? How they built their temples right here on the beach. Never seen anything like it.’ She points with her thumb to the weather and time beaten buildings behind us. We are at the Mayan ruins of Tulum, on the Yucatan peninsula south of Cancun. ‘Well, they may not compare to the grandeur of Chichen Itza or Tikal, but it’s the setting that makes this place magical.’ ‘Chi-chi what?’ Her face is red and puffy, expensive looking sunglasses on a thin nose, small mouth with thin lips, painted a bright red. She’s wiping …
Oh, Ollie Introduction
My best friend, Oliver, was the kind of guy any girl would go crazy over. Since he used to be a key player in our school's track team, he easily had the body to leave girls drooling, but that's not what kept their attention. Oliver was kind, but not a push-over, smart, but not a know-it-all, protective, but not jealous, and just an overall great person. His hazel eyes were always full of emotion and he always knew what to say. That's what kept the girls coming back. I, on the other hand, was not the kind of girl you would expect to see him with. I was slender, as I was also on the track team, but not skinny. The boys never drooled over me- I had only been asked out twice in my life, and both of them had only wanted to get into my pants. I was smarter than Oliver, but I couldn't hold a conversation with someone I didn't already know to save my life. And I tended to be emotional. I suppose that if we had met in high school, Ollie and I would not have been the best friends we were. I had known him since kindergarten, where we had instantly become close. We stuck to each other like glue, even managing to still be together through at least 4 moves on my part. My parents were both too stoned to care about anything, so I had to work to pay the bills on the houses we had. Finally, they were arrested and I got a place with my older brother, Bill. Right after I turned 18, he went into the army, leaving me to fend for myself. Oliver's home life was nowhere near perfect either, with his …
Paralysed Faggot 1
To all you haters out there. Yes I realise this is the 3rd time I've released this story. It was subjected to a lot of trolling plus spam. I've released this edited and combined version to quicken the story arc. I want to continue this story and give it a true conclusion. Idea's would be most appreciated. Paralysed Faggot By Mathew Elizabeth 1. I lay in bed unable to ever move my entire body. After a tragic sports accident years ago I was left paralysed from the shoulders down. Years of therapy were able to get only my hands moving again and retrieve sexual sensation. At least I could still masturbate, I thought to myself. It was the only highlight of my life. When I told my male caretaker that I need 'Private time', as always he understood. He simply grabbed my wrist and placed one hand on my laptop computer and my other hand near my crotch. Its from there that I proceed to do my business after he walks out of the room to give me my privacy. I lay in bed with my laptop computer in front of me. My other hand flopped out onto the keyboard and touch pad. I'm very slow, but I managed to log in to my Chat-Program. The list of all my contacts are shown to me and a number of instant messages flood through, indicating that some of them have sent me messages. Master C: "Hey Faggot! Where's my money!" Master Devin: " Where did my ugly fat paralysed faggot get to? Master Nick: "Hey bitch, I need some cash to take my girl out to the movies!" WalkerBrahh: "Fucking Quadriplegic loser! …
Titcage (Chapter 41)
Chapter 41 THE HEN'S NIGHT The day of Fucktwat's wedding was approaching. Her belly was bulging with pregnancy, and since she had come back from the farm her "work" at Titcage consisted of kneeling, leashed, in Michael's office, with milk pumps attached to her tits. Michael would fuck her from time to time, always without asking, and always taking the time to hurt her breasts or pussy as he fucked her. During these sessions he told her about the arrangements for the wedding. He was vague as to most of the details – he merely said he was arranging them – but he sought her input on some aspects. For instance, he wanted to know who should be her bridesmaids. He encouraged Fucktwat to name the sluts she cared about most. Some of the names were easy for Fucktwat to name. There was her sister, Cuntcandy, of course. And there was Slutkitten. When Fucktwat had returned from the ranch and been allowed to see Slutkitten for the first time, she had thrown herself at the other bitch and hugged her so tightly she was worried she might damage the beautiful blonde teen. She had kissed Slutkitten passionately, and Slutkitten had kissed her back, and in one of the parts of Fucktwat's mind that still remembered what it was like to be a normal girl she realised that she was in love with her friend. They had French-kissed, and started to move to 69 each other, and Fucktwat's father had had to pull the two girls apart. This had all happened on the front lawn of Fucktwat's house. After …
P Is For Porn
“You did WHAT!” Julie screamed into the phone. “Don’t yell. I’m already totally freaked out as it is. You’re just making it worse.” Anna replied back. “Okay, okay. Just give me a minute to take this in. Start from the beginning. How did this even happen?” Julie asked back. Anna took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and wondering why she had ever done it anyway. “Well, a few months back, after me and Josh broke up and he moved out, I was left paying the rent on that stupid apartment he wanted. There was no way I was going to be able to afford it myself. There were two months left on the lease and I just needed to get to the end of the spring term before I was heading back home for the summer. I saw an ad on campus. The money was good, so I phoned them, and, well, I did it.” “Just like that? You phone them and the next day they are filming you in a porn video?” “Well no, not just like that. They want pictures first. Next an in person interview where they take a short video of you. It is sent out to agencies and if they are interested they call back. I had to agree on what kind of shoot it was going to be, get tested for STD’s and bring the results, sign release forms and on and on. It was all a pain in the ass to tell you the truth. I can’t believe I actually followed through with it all. Now, three months later they’ve sent me a copy of the video and it is going up on their website.” “Wow. I’m just… This is totally crazy! What kind of video is it?” Julie asked …
Sex Games #8
After we got home from the cottage, Carol and I spent some hot times reminiscing about all of our adventures. The memories were very arousing and fueled our sex talk. Home, where we met, married, have a house and numerous social friends. Home is also where the sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She would dance with men while she was wearing scant clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump their legs. After she danced and flirted with the men, at home in bed, I would whisper to her, "Do you want to fuck him? Can I watch?" The turning point was at a party where everyone went skinny dipping. At that party Carol slow danced naked in the pool with a friend of ours, Mark, who rubbed his prick all over her. The dance ended in an open mouth kiss. After much hot bed talk, we took him home and they made passionate love while I watched. It was a life changing event. We both loved it. We knew that from then on, we would do it again and again. Our journey has taken us far from that first sex game. We had gone from a shared fantasy to a deeper loving relationship. Our sex games are much more daring than when we started, including double penetrations, sodomy, group sex, gay sex with both men and women and blatant exhibitionism. We loved it all and we loved each other more because of what we shared. Our first weekend home we went to a party with some of our social friends. Carol wore a scandalous outfit with a gauze halter top and a very short billowy skirt. …
amped and ready to play..
Amped and ready to play I woke up in a mood like no other, and knowing you were there to tease torture and use just made it feel so much better. The minute I got out of bed all I can think of is chains and you begging for more. Only grabbing my robe when I left my room, walking down the stairs I bellow "Are you up?" I know even if you are not you will appear in a moment after hearing me stir. You looked like shit very obvious you we not awake and really didn't want to be. "Mistress your tea will be ready in a few minutes, can I get you breakfast?" "No when you grab my tea you are going to the basement, be ready when I get down there!" You leave my side and scurry into the kitchen, a few seconds later my tea is in my hand, and you have vanished. Not having to constantly correct your behaviors has become so rewarding and makes my eagerness to play that much more intense, the desire to tease growing by the moment. Up stairs I finish my tea and head for my shower, it felt like the longest shower as my eagerness has me quite distracted from the showering it self. Half sudsed up pausing frequently to think of how and what I wanted to do with you, and chains I can hear them in the back of my head links clinking as you squirm under my touch your hands suspended tightly above your head, your ankles spread and your body helpless vulnerable and wanting In front of me. The whole thought process takes my shower in a whole new direction, my hands now caressing my sudsed up body more then …
Fiery Heat Ch 5
“T.T. we’re in here.” Tristan’s mother shouted from the dining room immediately he entered the house. Great! He had hoped lunch would be over by now so he could quietly sneak into his room to relax in bed. Now he had to face the ‘mob’ as he affectionately called his f****y, “Hi Doll” Adriana beamed when she saw Tristan, “you look…different.” She observed. “How different?” Tristan asked with a frown, pulling out a chair to sit at the table. “I can’t put my finger on it but…there’s something about you.” Adriana said looking closely at her b*****r. “Well shut up then if you don’t even know why you think that.” “Ain’t you going to eat?” His mother asked taking in his flushed cheeks. “Are you okay?” “Yeah I’m good. Just not hungry. Had a late breakfast.” “Got wasted huh? Damon said you passed out. Son you have to take it easy with alcohol." his dad admonished. Tristan didn’t think it was necessary to let them know he hadn’t taken in a drop of alcohol the night before. Let them think whatever they wanted to. It was better than knowing the truth. Now thats some truth. “If you guys will excuse me, I want to go and lie down.” Tristan said standing up. “Sure you’re alright Honey?” His mother asked, sounding worried. She had intentionally delayed lunch so that Tristan would join them. "I'm great mum." And with that, Tristan went up to his room, stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. Did he look any different? He did feel different. For one, he had an odd feeling inside his …
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 …
My friend and I visit my girlfriend and her best f
The story takes place at Temple University, Philadelphia Pa. I brought my friend Ed and a whole lot of cocaine to go visit my girlfriend at college. It was a long drive but we made it. Christina was my girlfriend's friend and she lived in an off campus apartment with my girlfriend. We arrived with open arms and we all hugged said hello and I kissed my girlfriend. She asked me if I had remembered the blow, i smiled and nodded. I also told her what my dealer had told me, that the best way to blow lines is off a hot girls ass. She smiled. Before long we were all doing lines and watching tv when my girlfriend suggested i do a line off her ass like the dealer said. So she pulled down her shorts to her knees and layed down on the table. Her thong underwear were on display, I could see it was getting a rise out of my friend Ed. So I shook some powder on her cheek, and with a card made the best line i could and blew away. I told Ed he could do his in the same fashion if he so chose to and he did. My girlfriend did not seem to mind her body on display so my next line I removed her thong too, at first she was shy but remember she had a few lines in her and she was starting to feel horny too i could tell. She arched back and clearly her showed off her ass and pussy as it was creeping out from under her butt. It was at this point my vision get blurry I remember my girlfriend and her friend locking me in a closet, not for long, but when i came out I could definitely tell there was some …
Chanel and Ethan 19
His skin beneath my fingers, I trace feather light patterns on his firm chest. My head is next to my hand as I listen to his heart beat, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His arm is wrapped around my body, relaxed and comforting, and somehow protective. Always protective. I want to be no where else. “What happened tonight?” Ethan asks in a hushed voice. “Some of the best sex I’ve ever had,” I reply in a subdued mumble, and my head slightly jostles from his quiet laughter. “No, I mean before I got here. You seemed…I don’t know. Disheveled.” He answers, trying to decipher the right expression. I sigh into the dark room, the only light radiating from my alarm clock. “I’m not entirely sure to be honest,” I confess cryptically. “What do you mean?” I debate for a moment whether or not he’ll want to hear this, and ultimately decide there’s no point in keeping it a secret. “Um..I was…I don’t know, kind of seeing someone for the last week,” I admit and when I feel him become unnaturally still beneath me, I try to contort my next words to placate him. I’d rather make him happy than dipshit right now. And besides, it’s the truth. “To be honest, I was trying to get my mind off of you. I didn’t want to cause anymore discord for you, and I thought it would be a good idea to just try and move on. But today..I don’t even know what happened,” I mumble, again, trying to get a grip on what the whole situation at Eugene’s house really means. “Tell me,” Ethan urges in his smooth voice. “I …
In His Arms
Sweet and tender. Make me surrender. A kiss so hot. With all the passion he's got. Take my hand and I know where I will be led As he gently lays me on the bed. A song comes on as we make love so gentle and sweet. His hand on my face, looking in my eyes, making me complete. We succumb to the passion deep inside. A passion so deep. There was nothing to hide. Now it's calm as he holds me. In his arms is where I want to be.
DANAS MOM
….Our computer room was right next to Dana’s bedroom. They didn’t realize with the closet open I could hear them. I heard them talking and quietly listened in. They were now jacking off thinking about me. At first I had to hold my hand over my mouth to keep from chuckling….but….as they talked about how sexy and hot I was, I couldn’t help but get aroused. Then I got more aroused as they talked about licking my vagina and sucking on my tits. I was actually getting wet. Troy was a good looking guy and he had caught me looking it him a few times. The very last time we locked eyes, he came over and started giving me a neck rub. I froze and my greatest weakness took over. I couldn’t say ’stop’. This was a closely guarded secret of mine. If a guy I liked put his hands on me in a sexual way…I would freeze up and was powerless to say ’stop’. I would get this hot feeling in the pit of my stomach, tingles throughout my body and especially in my vagina. I was a slave to the feelings and a guy could just keep going until we had sex. Only my son’s dad knew this because this was how we met. We were kids and he put his arm around me down in the woods. I froze and he kept going and started feeling my tits. Soon we were laying down in a pile of leaves and he was taking my panties off. I was enjoying all this new thrill and let him do anything he wanted. We had my first sex and returned to the woods many times. From then on I had to be careful as I would freeze up if a guy put a warm hand …