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Ben 3In summary for those who haven’t read the other parts. Starting in 2010 just before my 30th birthday, with the collusion of my husband I had become a sex slut for a neighbour of ours. What started out as just a rough sex game had developed over the following months to my humiliation and
I was 18 years old when it happened. My first handjob. I was an A student and pretty much kept to myself. I had a few friends. But mostly all we did together was hang out and play video games.This did not exactly bring in the girls. I had made a few aborted attempts to
Abby get the punishment she deserves. My name is Abbigale. But everyone calls me Abby. I am 14 years old and live with my mother and step father. I love my mom, but she is never home. She works most of the day, or she is traveling. My step father is a lazy bum who
Characters: Alex, LizzieTags:Creampie, femdom, bondage, teasing, edging, post-orgasm torture, switchI stared at the partially-completed document on my computer. Last edit – 6 minutes ago it read, almost taunting me. I liked working from home, but it was difficult to stay concentrated. Plus, my new boss could not stop emailing me tasks long after my workday
(Author’s note: If you haven’t read the previous chapters of “Frank & Cheryl” you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship.Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5′-11″ tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean
This story immediately follows on from episode 6. You could still probably enjoy this one without reading its prequel, though.Mrs Castlewick slumped back in the chair. Diana slumped to the floor, sweat beading on her forehead, her hands sticky with the juices from her headmistress’s pussy.”Thank you, Miss Mapleton,” she said after a moment. “That
On Friday morning Erin woke up feeling like a new person. It was a beautiful spring day and she decided to wear a short, sleeveless, turquoise blue dress with buttons up the front. In the past she had felt it was too racy for school and only appropriate for summers at the beach, but things
Later that night, after everyone was asleep, she slipped up the back stairs to his room and found him sleeping naked in his recliner. He did it a lot because it was comfortable on his aging body. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she whispered, “Come to bed with me, Daddy.” Opening his eyes, he
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I removed the first six parts of this series due to some fairly emotional negative feedback. Against my better judgment, I’ve decided to put them back in response to a lot of personal messages I’ve received. Once the first six are approved, I will continue the series until the end.If you haven’t read
Chapter Eleven”Hold still, Lindsay. I’m going to fuck you now.” He got into position and lined his erection up with her pussy. Bent over the bed in an obscene, unladylike position, Lindsay’s legs were widespread as she glanced back over her shoulder with a desperate, clouded haze in her eyes.”Yes, please! Yes, please fuck me
That summer, eighteen-year-old Jessica drove to the country to stay with her uncle and aunt, and her older cousin Stacy. They had a ranch with horses. Jessica was a frisky girl who loved riding. But the saddle horn always gave her a sore pussy… not the good kind of sore pussy.On the first day, Jessica
“Your man’s birthday soon, I could organise something special for you and your man, really special, if you wish?,” Lu Xi asked me me in the afterglow of a recent three-way, when I had two men pleasing me while my man and Lu Xi watched. See my story Julia has Bill and Bob. “Tell me
“How did I get to be the virgin sacrifice?” Margaret wondered, “and what do I do now?”Margaret thought over the events that had led to her being in this embarrassing, tantalising and, she had to admit, sexually stimulating position.It had started with the beach party. There were about a dozen of them there. They all
Thanks, PhilippinesMy story starts back in the early 80s when I was a young sailor stationed at Subic Bay Naval Station in the Philippines. Before that time I was strictly a ladies’ man. If she was pretty, big-breasted with long legs, I was all over her like butter on grits but that was until my
I could write this whole part just on the emotions that I went through in protective custody. It is similar to solitary confinement, but with books and supervised recreation time. It wasn’t easy getting the guards to let me in. I told them that I was afraid I was going to be raped. The problem
Photo Finish – The BeginningThis a part one of a two part story. Second part – Photo Finish – The End – coming soon.My career was flourishing. I landed one of the premier engagements – the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. It was hard work but so satisfying. There was not enough spare time to see
Chapter 3: Professor XXXI got up late the next morning. I texted Julie and we met up. First, we got breakfast together and then decided to spend the morning seeing the city.Harper texted us with the address and said to meet at 3PM. Julie and I made our way over.Harper greeted us at the door
Lola was in town from a provincial city on business for a week. “Is my hotel at 7.30 night Friday suitable?”It was and five minutes later we were fucking like rabbits. She was multi-orgasmic and for her fourth one we climaxed together. Some time ago one older lady convinced me to set up a web
Note to Readers: This is a related story to the Black Owned Couple. That story should be read first as a setting of the stage for this story. Other related stories are expected to join them.Sabrina Jones was married to Henry Jones, the mayor of the southern, formerly Confederate town of Appleville, Georgia. This town
Peering out the peephole of my door, I could see you standing there upon the stoop. I noticed that you were nervous, for some reason, as you were nibbling on your lower lip, as is your habit to do so when you are nervous or uncertain. You stood with your back to me and slowly