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I’m not sure where to begin. I am travelling at the moment and I need to be careful, because I’ve deserted my position with the U.S. Navy and I don’t know if, or when, I will return to duty. Dereliction of duty is something I take seriously, though not as seriously as the Navy is going to when they find me. I’m writing this because an account of what’s going on and why I made the decisions I did is going to be important when my hearing happens. But I should have been writing this from the beginning. Some of it is fuzzy now.
My story starts at Guantanamo. The base has a reputation now, thanks to the prisons, but I was not involved in that and people forget that it’s a naval base with a long history unrelated to detention. While relations with the rest of Cuba aren’t great, it’s an important base, and a stop for a lot of ships patrolling South America, it’s part of drug interdiction efforts, as well as a meeting place for foreign dignitaries who would rather not be seen visiting America. I can’t talk about who comes and goes there, but some of it is eye-opening. A lot of different flags have sailed in and out.
As a Petty Officer (Second class) I do a lot of problem solving, being just far enough up the chain to have real responsibilities, but not far enough up the chain to avoid real work. I joined the Navy because I love ships, it look a few years to come to grips with the fact that Navy personnel are on shore quite a lot, and ships are mostly things that sit in the water nearby. But I’ve gone out of my way to keep my feet wet. And that means I’ve been around a lot of visiting ships and boats, as support crew for meetings and for logistical execution. (If that sounds to you like I move a lot of boxes and crates between boats, you get a gold star.)
The Lua, out of Portugal and visiting Cuba en route from the Port of Coquimbo, was an older ship that had clearly been a lot of places and seen a lot of wind and tide. But she was beautifully maintained, some captains will find any excuse to polish and paint, and I love to see that. I got invited aboard when my passable Spanish and few words of Portuguese got me points with the captain, and when I Indicated I’d trade a tour of his ship for some good Cuban rum.
We settled on the bridge, and while drinking on duty isn’t the wisest move, I nursed a cup full of rum while the captain showed a more in-depth, old-world sailor’s familiarity with the contents of the old blue-green ‘cleaning solution #6’ bottle I used to transport distilled substances in these situations. His English was much better than my Spanish — you don’t find much command crew on larger vessels with international work who don’t speak passable English — and we got along fine.
‘Is a lot of your crew in port?’
‘Hell no. Strict orders to keep them aboard until our passenger has his meetings. Apparently someone doesn’t want any incidents on base while he’s around. My crew would behave — but rules are rules.’
‘Small crew then?’ No one likes to run a ship with minimum crew, but I hadn’t seen that many people on board.
‘The smallest I can use to keep her going. It’s hard to find sailors willing to run older ships. We’re not military, we just contract to them… so we scramble for good crew just like everyone else.’ He smiled mirthlessly. ‘I offer ten percent above the usual pay and I still have trouble signing crew.’
He took another pull of the rum, and looked me over. ‘You’re not keeping up your end of the drinking, amigo. Don’t make me do all the lifting.’
‘I’m on duty. And this rum is no Havana Club, it’s locally made and it has a kick.’
‘I am noticing that,’ he nodded. ‘But you need to get a little more into you if I’m going to shanghai you.’
‘Heh. You have a nice boat, I’d hate to see it full fathom five. The USS John Finn’s not far away and I’m sure her captain would like to try out her capabilities on a pirate.’
‘No, they’d never know I had you. You ran off with a local girl.’
‘Hell I did. The Cubans laid a minefield around the base, just so all their women wouldn’t sleep with Americans and get themselves a baby and a new nationality. I’m not saying we never visit up and down the coast,’ I smirked, patting the bottle of cleaning solution, ‘but meeting the women for anything long term isn’t as easy as that.’
‘Sounds like you’re a true Navy boy.’
I gave him a Take Your Gay Navy Sex Jokes Elsewhere look, and he laughed. ‘You’d like this boat, amigo. She’s not modern, but we get interesting jobs and we can go anywhere. It’s not all Portugal navy contracts. And it’s not all legal…’
‘Is that why you sail with a small crew?’
‘No. Not by choice. Like I said, it’s hard to get good people…’
We’d been drinking for a half hour. My cup was half empty and I felt a trace of lightheadedness. He’d taken down half the bottle and he didn’t look even slightly affected. But he stared out the glass at the water’s light chop, and added ‘…especially when the ship is haunted.’
‘Is it.’ Haunted ship stories are as old as navies are, and before them, cargo ships. In the Navy you’ll sometimes find someone to tell them to new recruits, and the ones who fall for it become the butt of jokes for months. Maybe when boats were made of wood, and creaked in the night, and wind whistled in the rigging, the stories had a place. Modern ships are metal and in the large ones you never realize you’re at sea unless you go up on deck, which there’s rarely reason to do. Bottom line, my new amigo had marked me for a chump.
‘Si. Not ghosts and spirits. Just a curse. Count my crew and you’ll find we’re at minimum crew… less one. We had a disappearance off Brazil.’
‘You know, I’m not that drunk.’
He looked at me, expressionlessly. And nodded, reached back and opened a locked drawer. He pulled out a form and slapped it down in front of me. ‘You read Portuguese?’
‘Not well.’ I can read Spanish, which means sometimes I can get lucky with Portuguese. But this wasn’t that hard to make out. It was a missing persons report, signed by the captain, two weeks ago. Stapled to it was a fax confirmation.
I looked up at him. ‘Light wind, moderate swell, fifty miles off the coast?’
‘What it doesn’t say is that it was a suicide. He left a note. I don’t have it, I mailed it to his wife. Didn’t think the police needed to know, eh? No one’s business but him and his.’
‘So you had a depressed guy on board. Being at sea can be dull, he had too much time to think.’
‘Twelfth loss in twenty years. I’m the fourth captain in that time. The owners have tried to cover it up with a name change and different paint, but the stories still get out among the sailors.’
‘What did she used to be called?’
‘The Sino.’
‘I haven’t heard the stories. How did all the men die?’
‘Disappeared overboard, every one. They were never found. Some left notes, others nothing. And ten of twelve happened after a storm.’ He sipped more rum.
‘After a storm? Not during? And why would any modern ship sail through a storm?’
‘The day after, or the day after that. They were not large storms, and it’s a big enough ship to handle a little weather. Sometimes deliveries have to be on time, si? And there are some customers you don’t want angry. But you can see how the stories would start. It’s said it started happening after a newlywed couple drowned in a storm, they were washed overboard… that is untrue. It has never been a passenger vessel except on rare trips like this one, when people prefer to move without announcing their business and destination.’
‘So if not newlyweds, what is the basis of this curse?’
He looked at me. ‘You think I am telling a story. In stories the reason for the curse is always known, it is why the story gets told. It’s because of the ancient mummies shipped from Cairo, or the Irish saint who was killed on board, or the ship that sailed too near the dark, unm
arked island… but this is not a story, senhor. There is no known reason for the curse. There are only twelve dead people, all believed suicides.’ He chuckled mirthlessly. ‘Sign on and I will give you one hundred and twenty five percent of rate.’
‘Sorry, I still have a commitment to the United States Navy. I assume you ruled out foul play?’
‘The meaning of this I do not know.’
‘Murder.’
‘Ah. Over twenty years? None of the crew is from the beginning. And the ship has been gone over by inspectors, looking for secret compartments, leaking gasses, drugs in the cargo. Nothing was found. Welcome to the mystery, senhor… but I do not think the mystery will last much longer. The insurance company is how you say spooked by this, and they will find an excuse to raise the rates eventually. That will finish this boat.’
‘That will be a sad day. She’s a beautiful thing.’
‘Yes, I keep her scrubbed down. All the captains have, it’s become a tradition. Modern boats, they just apply paint, but she is kept enameled where I can, and we’ve kept up the brass everywhere. A bitch to clean, but a pretty bitch after polished and oiled in the sun.’
‘I’ve done my share of polishing brass.’
‘It’s good to be captain. I have crew for that. One hundred and thirty percent, amigo? Since you know how to polish brass.’
‘Still can’t do it. But I’ll take that look around now.’
Walking the ship was definitely odd. It was almost museum-piece pretty and the paint job reminded me more of a well done old fashioned merry-go-round than a cargo ship, but the crew was as small as I’d thought. Navy ships being tight on breathing space with all hands aboard, this was startling.
When the area around a fuel intake gleams, you know the captain is a stickler. I wondered how many toothbrushes they went through, keeping it spotless.
We paused in the shade of the superstructure for another drink, against my better judgment. I’m a lightweight when it comes to booze and the second cupful had me noticeably lightheaded. I grabbed the railing and looked up to assess how dizzy I was getting.
‘Unusual bells,’ I said, peering up at them.
‘Si. The ship doesn’t have one bell, it has five. I don’t know why. The one at the bottom is a regular ship bell, and we ring it at the usual times. The three above you can see are smaller and thicker and the one above that is smaller still. Only the bottom one actually rings — you can see the pull cord. The others are stuffed with something to mute them.’
Clinging to the railing, I looked more closely. They were the only thing not spotless above deck, on account of being mounted 12 feet up and out of reach, on a pipe curved into an S. ‘Hellava thing, four extra bells and up there and useless like that. What were they thinking?’
‘Ask the first captain, I was told he put it in. I left them alone. It’s not like we use the bell for much anyway.’
‘Wouldn’t be hard to rig lines to them so you could ring them all. Maybe they’re tuned. That little bell though… really needs polish.’ I frowned. ‘Never was all that good as getting a good polish out of brass. I lack the patience I guess.’
‘I don’t think rigging them to ring is a good idea… they’ve been there silent for a long time. Cuál ha sido será… who knows if there is a reason for these things, eh? The ship has enough mysteries.’
Occam’s razor, I thought. Two mysteries in the same place are probably related.
‘So here is an idea,’ I said. ‘People go overboard after storms. What happens after storms? On a pretty ship like this, clean up. Salt spray gets into things, brass needs to be wiped down. Someone looks around with a polishing cloth in their hand and they see the bells. They fetch a ladder, the boat hits a swell and the ladder goes down. Over goes the man.’
‘A poor theory, senhor. Suicide notes in some cases as I said. And even if a man could topple from that height and go over, the ladder would stay on deck. We’d know.’
It was probably just the rum, but I was curious. ‘Mind if I take a look?’
He shrugged, and whistled. A man popped around the corner immediately.
‘Andres, uma escada.’
A moment later a paint-speckled ladder was dragged and leaned against the superstructure. I climbed, slowly, frowning a little at the effect of the rum.
Ten feet up, I regarded my footing. My theory had indeed been a poor one, a fall from here wouldn’t send me overboard even in rough weather. And no one would stay up here to polish the bells anyway, they could all be unhooked and carried down.
The ships’s bell was a good few years old, but nothing like ancient. It had Sino engraved on it, and a date that matched the age of the boat. They hadn’t bothered to replace it in the name change.
‘What is Sino, in English?’ I called down.
‘Bell,’ the captain said. ‘So I suppose the original owner just liked bells. They ward off evil spirits you know.’ He chuckled, wryly. ‘Or not so much it seems…’
The three above it looked identical, and perhaps not any older. They were unmarked. I tapped one with a fingernail to get an idea of pitch, and then did the same for the ship’s bell. I was no musical expert but I didn’t think the bells had been chosen for their harmony.
The bell above that…
It was clearly brass, but it was reddish, and old. Very old. It had been cast, and the casting marks were still visible. It was small, more the size you’d use as a hand bell than anything else. Faintly engraved near the rim was lettering, which I struggled to make out. rrepenti. There may have been more but it was obliterated, a victim of the years of salt spray it had taken by facing the breeze.
‘What is rrepenti?’
‘That is not Portuguese. But it is very like arrepender-se. Repent.’
Oh. It had probably been arrepentirse, Spanish for the same word.
‘It’s Spanish I think. What is a Spanish bell doing on a Portuguese ship?’
He chuckled. ‘That must be why it doesn’t get to ring.’
An attempt had been made to polish it, maybe several attempts. But never a complete job or anything close. Someone had rubbed some of the corrosion off the bottom of the bell and then, apparently, hung the bell back up, work unfinished. I tilted it, there was a thick piece of leather fitted inside, the bell would not ring unless it was removed. It looked very old. The clapper was also brass.
I was dizzy up here. On a whim I unhooked the bell and carried it down.
‘What are you doing, amigo…’
‘I want a better look and it’s not a very steady ladder.’
‘Or maybe not a very steady sailor? You don’t handle the rum well, amigo.’
I settled against the warm metal of the superstructure, and fished the leather from inside the bell, it was stiff, curled into place, and hooked on a projection inside the bell. When I got it out it broke in half, weak from salt and age.
I rubbed a fingernail over the corrosion at the base of the bell. The rest of the letters of arrepentirse became dimly visible, but there was no other markings. It was quite heavy for the size, but it was hardly larger than my fist. A hole in the top hinted that it might once have had a wooden handle, like a hand bell. A thin bar of brass across the inside supported the clapper.
‘Now this just doesn’t make sense. A little bell like this? You wouldn’t hear it far in fog and it wouldn’t wake anyone up, you probably couldn’t even hear it below decks. Why bother?’
I stuck my pinky in the hole and dangled the bell that way. He put his hand around it.
‘Senhor that bell hasn’t been rung in years. Decades. Could be centuries. Nothing good comes of… waking things that sleep so long, you understand? Tudo o que foi… Old things deserve respect, and maybe expect it-‘
‘Now who isn’t handling the rum well. It’s a bell.’
He took it off my finger, and wrapped his fingers inside it. The bell made a muted, me
tallic noise. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I remember now… the first captain… remember this was twenty years ago and he was old, almost seventy I think. He’d sailed with the Navy and his first job was to find and stop pirates in the Mediterranean. I remember now. He wanted only the purest, the most loyal, and most virtuous for his crew, believing that God would favor the virtuous over any pirate. That is why this was here. The sailors had to repent and confess their sins publically before he’d sign them. I wonder if he rang the bell to start the confessions.’
He looked at the bell, uneasily. ‘I have too many sins to confess, I would never have made his crew. He’d have gotten bored after the first hour of my litany, yes? Maybe not yours, you are too young to have sinned much. I think this bell is best filled with rags and put back where it was…’
He moved to the ladder and began to climb. The bell made this awkward, and he was not very steady either, so without thinking he put his pinky in the mounting hole as I had done, using his other four fingers to grasp the ladder.
He slipped trying to step up, and the bell rang.
It was a very resonant bell, and surprisingly loud for the size. The frequency was complicated, perhaps due to the corrosion, and for a moment I imagined I heard wind noises or whispering in the pitch of it.
The captain settled on the deck, staring at the ringing bell. His hand twitched, and it rang again, louder and purer.
‘I… drink too much,’ he said, softly. ‘Once I swore I would never drink at sea, only in port. For a few years, yes. But then after the first disappearance on my watch… it started to go too far. There was a woman… in Lisbon. Waitress… so young. Too young for me. But she brought me drink after drink and soon enough I realized she was not charging me, and soon after that I had her in my lap. I look her away with me, but at the last moment, in my room, she started crying, she’d changed her mind, she did not want to be a whore… I was furious. I slapped her across the face, she struggled… I was drunk and angry, I did not want to hear no. I forced her, she hit her head on furniture… there was no blood and I thought she’d be ok, but she wouldn’t wake. I panicked, there was a dock nearby… I forced alcohol into her, filled her purse with coins, went to my ship and got an old flashlight with a dead bulb, and some oil. I made it look like the flashlight had died and she’d slipped in the darkness in some oil at the water’s edge, just another whore on her way to a boat. I was at sea before she was found, and I swore I would never drink again, but I just drank more. I have not thought of her for years, but oh God, she was little more than a child…’
‘I don’t think…’
But he was not listening to me. His hand twitched again.
The bell rang.
‘I ran guns. South America. Guns in, drugs out… we changed flags and ran silent and no one ever proved it was us… so much money. I could have given it up but I have a taste for Caribbean whores and they put up with rough treatment when you pay them enough… it was all about the girl in Lisbon. Deep down I knew it, I would slap them around the same way… eventually that was not enough and I found the wife of a fat mayor in the Dominican Republic… I bought her interest, and then taught her to crawl, beg, do drugs. When she fought me I blackmailed her, and never had to buy her gifts again… in the end she told her husband, he divorced her, there was scandal. She’s poor now, ruined. I never had to care. I could have given her money but felt that would just tie me to her for longer, and I was done with her…’
The bell rang.
‘I framed a partner, in a shipping company, before I was captain. We exported drugs hidden in oriental vases, but I realized we’d be caught in the end, drug enforcement was getting tighter, the Americans will not leave it alone… the paperwork made it look like his work, not mine. He didn’t know anything, now he’s in an American jail. He has family. I ruined them…’
I stared at him, he continued to stare at the bell.
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I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. On the best of days. All right. I'm not dumb. I just sometimes miss the obvious. I get distracted and sidetracked and my mind goes on its merry little way. Today is one of those days. Hi, hello. I'm Donald. I hate my name. I go by Don and that doesn't help much. Neither does Don Juan because I can't say it with a straight face. So, when I'm trying to be funny or sexy to girls, they just laugh. And not...
Continuing My Training as a Sex SlavePlease read the other chapters first. Thank you!http://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/124721.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/125875.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/127435.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/129030.htmlThe cane whacked me hard. The tempo was a regular and steady pulse. I could not see Master and figured with each smack of the cane he was stroking his cock into a massive hard on. The anal hook was getting...
I spent the next week smuggling lab reports, notes, and schematics out of the lab and into my garage. I didn't have time to read through everything so I skimmed everything looking for more clues about the MC Device. Trying to identify the focal point of each investigation was impossible. I was amazed at the breadth of the lab's researches and the sheer number of projects that had run concurrently. Every conceivable area was included: mind control, time travel, fantastic weapons of...
I hate this, I thought. It's always so nerve wracking to get a new one. Why couldn't the old guy have stayed in business. He was nice, he was non-threatening, he was gentle, he knew my history. I was only slightly uncomfortable, as always, when he started poking around down there. And now, a NEW guy. Crap. I hate that. Even the receptionist acted different, odd, funny. Giving me that half smile. Wonder what that was about? Oh well, if I hate him, I can always find another one. Oh, I forgot I...
Hi, this is deepak from bangalore here… reading stories from past 2 years and this is my second story here so please forgive for any mistakes. And any girls and aunty in bangalore who would like to have sex secretly or sex chat can ping me or mail me to Feedback are appreciated. If anyone didn’t read my previous story with my sister can read the below link https://www.Indiansexstories.Net/incest/bike-ride-truth-dare-sister/ Let’s get in to the story , as you guys know I’m fucking my...
It was 6am when the alarm clock rang, jarring me awake. I opened my eyes and instinctively jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, another long day locked in a small office all alone. It was until I had washed my face and brushed my teeth that I realized how wet my pussy was and slowly the dream I was so shockingly awoke from slowly began to invade my consciousness, it was another in the long series of dreams id had for weeks now. I was having wild passionate sex in all sorts of...
LesbianHi everyone, Sameer here, returning after a long time. It’s been 3 years since I wrote my story. Busy with life, ups, and downs. I am here to share my experience that happened 2 years ago. Now, coming to the story, I am working in Bangalore, and due to the lockdown, I was working from home. Working from home was good. Then time passed to November. One of my cousins built a new house and invited me for a housewarming. Dad asked me to visit them because they couldn’t attend it. I left on my bike...
IncestMe, the bullies, and the Girls Janet L. Stickney [email protected] As they held me down, I looked up and saw it. Pink and firm, one eye staring at me, just a few inches from my lips. Then someone grabbed my head, pinched my nose, then forced himself into me. Back and forth, he held me tightly until he stopped, then erupted, filling my mouth with salty liquid. It was done. They all laughed, then pushed me to the ground and walked away. I lay there thoroughly ashamed at what they...
Unsurprisingly, there was a strange, more formal atmosphere between us the following day when we met. We had intended to have coffee first and discuss the plan of action, but Harry asked me to come straight to his office rather than our usual coffee shop.At first, I thought it was because that unintended kiss had shaken him as much as it had shaken me. That he wanted to put some formality back into our relationship; to re-establish the tutor – student balance that had been so much eroded.It...
CheatingSophia and Warren walked down to the dining hall for supper together. Paul and Cait were already there. "So, what's the verdict?" Cait asked Sophia. "Well... you're going to be an Auntie." Sophia said with a broad smile. "You're going to have it?" "Yeah." "All right, what is going on?" Paul bellowed, making the other three laugh. "I'm pregnant," Sophia told him. "Ah," Papa Bear said. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" "We've decided that it's a good thing,"...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next few weeks flew by and mostly, I forgot, or at least tried to forget, about that night. I played Bass for the band, I continued doing what I love most, and, well, it was an average three weeks. So, after that three-week period, on a Friday, school was just let out. Toby and I were putting stuff into our backpacks near his locker once again. ‘Hey Steve-Agh, sorry, I mean, Toby-‘ I...
“The orgasm was nice,” replied Faith. “But you still shouldn’t have done that. It was like rape or something.” “It looked more like something wonderful,” said Cinny. “Now come out of that stall. We want to get you ready for the day.” “No!” retorted Faith. “I’m not playing this game any more.” “How much of a fight do you think you can give us with those cuffs on?” asked Linny. They had left Faith cuffed when they put her back in her stall the night before, much to Faith’s chagrin. It had...
100% fiction! Tanya would come to our house quite a few times and sit watching movies with my . She was lovely and slim with blonde hair and nice firm tits. I would take sneaky looks at her as she looked at the screen. I could not keep my eyes of the shape of her perfect round tits. Even when she wore a jumper I could still see her big tits through it and sometimes she would wear vest tops and I could see her cleavage. I fantasized about her all the time I would even sneak a look at her social...
VoyeurDiamond Banks is taking sexy pictures of herself, she is laying down on the sofa making different poses, the more she poses the hornier she gets, to the point that she decides to get naked and masturbate, first she rubs her pussy, then she fingers herself, she is so into it, that didn’t realize of the repairman coming into the house. When he opens the door, he finds Diamond, legs spread, fingers inside her pussy and moaning from pleasure. He pulls out his cellphone and starts recording...
xmoviesforyouI was drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot sun. I headed inside and grabbed some ice-cold sweet tea. Since there was not much food I figured I'd shower then head out and grab a burger and afterwards do some strength training at the local club. I went upstairs to my room to strip. Ripping off all my soaked clothes I sat down for a minute on my desk chair. My shaft pulsed. I slowly slid off and crawled like a ninja over to the window. Rising slowly to the edge so as not to show too much...
VoyeurSleep Well Bitch By srone This is mostly a true account of experiences that I've gone through. The thoughts and emotions are very real. I hope you enjoy, she did. The cold has burrowed down into the core of my being while she is nestled among her nice warm blankets. My legs burn with cramps as they long to stretch out while she moves her legs in whatever way her subconscious mind desires to afford her a restful sleep. I try in desperation to shake the red stiletto heels...
This is a recolection of what happened to me when I was a young lad rapidly approaching puberty and just discovering that my cock had another function other than peeing. I was sent to stay with my auntie for a week while my parents were away attending business meetings. I hated staying with her because she lived in a remote area and her two daughters were a royal pain in the arse, been a town boy I was used to going out with my mates into the town and doing lads things. While staying with her...
Okay, so we have an idea of what I mean when my wife said shehad near happenings but never any connections. To giveyou a little back ground her friend has always been invitingus to join him at a nudist beach by lake Travis in Austin butwe haven't had the opportunity to make it up there.That night as both my wife and I were dressing up for our meetingI suggested to my wife that she might dress down. In otherwords, short skirt, halter top, garter belt with blackstockings, high heels and nothing...
Wife Lovers“So this is where you both are,” a voice said, startling them. “I turned over in bed to cuddle with my husband and all I got was cold sheets. I figured Jenny would drag you out of bed for another fuck,” Lisa joked. “Hi, Mom,” Jenny smiled looking to her. Lisa went to her knees by Dan and kissed him. She placed a hand on her daughter’s tiny ass and rubbed it then looked down. “You’re fucking her ass?” “Jenny wanted me to.” “And you’re not using a condom?” “I didn’t want him to use one,...
Pretty little rich girl Lana Rhoades is so damn spoiled she can’t do anything for herself — even getting laid! She orders her personal assistant Van to get her something to drink, but she still isn’t completely satisfied. So, Lana takes it upon herself to drag Van onto the couch and sit on his face! Get paid to get laid? Fuck yeah! Lana pulls Van’s big dick out of his shorts and sucks it until it’s good and hard for her to ride, then fucks him silly, her big natural tits bouncing in ecstasy....
xmoviesforyouYou sit up in bed and wipe the sleep out of your eyes. You can't believe the dream you've just had. You were a mutant with the ability to open portals to other realities. The last world you remember dreaming about was one where technology was vastly more advanced that it was in your own world. You chuckle to yourself as you remember all of the strange devices you'd seen in your dream. "This dream would definitely make an interesting story." You think to yourself, as you look at the clock on...
BDSMIn first part you read that Vinod and their maid watched live fuck of 70 yr old mother of Vinod with a young ward boy. Mother told him afterward about her gang bang on terrace of hospital. But no one knew that one man woman Pramila, a not good looking lady of age 52 had fun with a boy of 18 yrs and got fucked by him. In 2nd part you read that Sudha, daughter in law , 21 yrs of age had semi limped cock of father-in-law Vinod , stuffed in cunt and challenged him to fuck her by end of two months...
We were three drinks into the evening by the time we ordered food. So we were feeling pretty good. Despite Peter being in his upper 50s and about 10 years older than me, he could definitely hold his liquor. As a result, the conversation was flowing freely as I brought up his penchant for bedding married women. "It's great because they never want anything long term. That would definitely get in the way. Oh, a bunch come back for seconds and thirds... And hell, even fourths sometimes... but it's...
Grinding on a thick mature ebony babe at a clubMy friends and I decided to go to Vegas a couple months ago. One night two of my friends wanted to a club, now I wasn't to sold on the idea, being that I'm not the greatest dancer. And to be honest I don't really like the music that the club would be playing (trance music and rave type of music). But I didn't want to be that one person who ruins the plans. So I said yeah ok let's go. We end up getting to the night club and we got in with ease, we...
The knock on the door startled both of us. Mary quietly ask me to gather my cloths and go into the bath room. I did as she ask and quietly went into the bathroom but left the door ajar. Mary answered the door and I could see it was her friend Sarah. Sarah was wearing a thick white robe....as if she had just come from the pool. I heard Mary ask Sarah what was wrong. I heard Sarah tell her that the girl she had invited to her room was a waste. She told Mary that she had come to the room with big...
Effin crazy Black Friday fo sho! Started at 8pm Thanksgiving when me an hubby tried to hook up an iPad air at Target. Of course I had to wear the sexy open toe 5" sandal heels. I was an Amazon woman with sexy black booty shorts towering over 6' tall. My boobs were popping with a sexy tight white see thru top. Wholly fuck...all the men were checking me out! One black guy had the balls to say how pretty my feet looked in front of my husband. That's all it took for hubby to give me signal of...
By : Truelovemaker This is my third story following up on “cute and sensual school love” and “lovers banging in car as you guys already know that we are not together and this was our second last encounter that we had, but it lasted over a period of three lustful days almost spread over places like bus, our resort room, swimming pool and then back to the bus. By this time everyone knew about us and we decided to be open to all about our feelings, every one of our close friends knew what we were...
Wednesday morning. The scheduled meeting with Mr. Peterson was for 10 o'clock. Henny was gathering papers and copying a few, when I noticed her longish skirt. Ah, no panties. I went up behind her, put my arms round her from behind and kissed her neck. "If this meeting is just halfway a success, I think we need to schedule another meeting in our 'archive'. I have a burning lust to find out, if that skirt has the length that indicates what I want to find under it." She laughed and pushed...
I'll start off by telling you I'm honestly a nice guy most of the time. Thisstory happened the day after I found out my girl friend of two years had fuckedat least 18 other guys. Five of which serval times and 3 at the same time inthe middle of a party last weekend when she was "sick". I alwaysknew I had the powers but since age five I stopped using them for anythingmajor. You know little things. Like getting someone to walk over and grab younapkins or to pick up the trash on the ground....
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the first real day of summer after a long rainy spring, and the wide concrete path that hugged the Chicago lakefront was packed with people enjoying the warm, sunny weather. Joggers, walkers, bikers, and rollerbladers, all fighting for position on the same crowded path, but everyone was in a good mood and having fun, including me. I was one of the rollerbladers, and not a very experienced one. After watching bladers shoot by me day after day while I was...
Norm kissed her tits for the eleventh time. He just couldn’t get enough of her. He had last made love to her a year ago, but here she was, back in the flesh. The year in between he had lost all interest in girls. It was almost as if they were meant to happen.Or so he thought.She was different this time round. The color of her eyes was no longer sea blue. It had a little green mixed in with it. The color of her hair was still the same raven. She had bigger breasts this time round, and her...
SupernaturalHey, guys, this is Nikhil from Kolkata. I am back with a new story. For all those who don’t know me. I’m a tall week built up guy with a dick size of 6.1 inches. Coming to the story, we had a steamy hot professor in our college. She was an actual bomb, with a figure of (approx) 36D 30 40. She was milky white in color with juicy lips which she kept covered with dark colored lipsticks. Whenever she taught in a class each and every student of the class used to stare at her boobs and ass. She wore...