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I couldn’t eat. The hall was busy and loud; music drowned out by laughter and conversations. The views out onto the beach were spectacular. And yet, I hardly noticed any of it. As soon as he’d spotted me, my father had insisted I sit next to him to eat. Mom was on the other side, then Charlie. The food looked beautiful and I knew it was expensive but my stomach was turning over and over with anxious anticipation. I ate one spoon of the starter, one forkful of the main course and by the time dessert arrived, I felt the damn plug in my ass begin to move.

Dad was talking to me, asking about work and friends and rent and goddamn money and I was answering automatically, solely focused on trying to seek out Scott. I couldn’t see him. There were only about fifty people there, plus wait staff, and for the life of me, I didn’t know where the hell he’d gone. He must have been close because the plug kept adjusting, getting faster, and slower, stopping, starting.

My phone buzzed and I glanced at it surreptitiously.

You look so frustrated, kitten.

I crossed my legs under the table.

“Who was that?” Dad asked.

“Just a – work thing,” I said vaguely.

“Aren’t you eating your dessert?”

I picked up the silver pastry fork and dug it into the ridiculously elaborate slice of cake in front of me. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. I felt like I’d be sick.

“I have to run to the bathroom,” I said apologetically. “I’m really not hungry.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

I moved quickly across the hall towards the restrooms. The buzzing in my ass intensified. I had to stop for a few seconds and one of Mom’s colleagues started making small talk. I hurriedly excused myself, trying to walk straight. I had to get the goddamn thing out. It wasn’t funny. It was pure torture.

The bathroom was empty. I went into one of the cubicles, too hell-bent on my task to shut the door. I bent over, pulling my dress up and reached carefully around to my ass. The plug had stopped vibrating but I’d had enough. It was coming out. I was so focused on trying to ease it out gently that I didn’t hear the door quietly open and close. People usually make a lot of noise when they’re going into bathrooms, slamming open doors and chatting noisily. Scott didn’t make a goddamn sound until he decided to scare the life out of me.

“Hey Ally. What do you think you’re doing?”

I straightened up fast. The door to the cubicle was wide open and I could see him watching me in one of the many mirrors. Foolishly, I tried to play it cool.

“Oh. Hey.” I leaned awkwardly against the wall. “I just had to - pee.”

“Huh.” His eyes were smiling and he reached deliberately into his pocket and pulled out the remote. The buzzing began, in short, intermittent bursts. Each time it started, I jumped. He walked towards me slowly.

“Tell me the truth, Ally.”

I blinked. I couldn’t look at him so I looked at his shirt collar instead. Tanned skin. White shirt. Fuck. I was meant to hate him.

“You were gonna take it out, weren’t you?” he breathed. “Could that little ass not take anymore?”

“I wasn’t taking it out.” My voice was quiet.

“Yes, you were.”

I swallowed hard. He looked pointedly at the door to the wheelchair-access cubicle.

“Go in there.”

“But - ”

He raised an eyebrow, silencing me. How could he be so goddamn handsome?

“Now.”

I moved submissively past him and pushed open the door. It was spacious inside with a wall length mirror. My heart was thumping. I felt like I’d been sent to the headmaster’s office. I was so far out of my depth that I didn’t even know which direction to swim.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. Then I opened it again. The words rushed out.

“Scott, maybe we should do this some other time. I mean, my dad will be wondering where I’ve gone and I was meant to give a speech or something. Besides, I didn’t even finish dessert and there’re so many people here and it’s too crazy. You know it is. Let’s do this after. Please.”

He shut the door and slid the lock across.

“We had a deal, Ally.” He turned to look at me. “If you want out, then you know how to tell me.”

His hands moved behind me and gripped my ass hard, reminding me of the spankings he’d already delivered. I swallowed a whine. He pulled me closer to him, pressing on the plug as it vibrated urgently.

“It makes you wet, doesn’t it?” he said. “All of this turns you on. You fucking love it, princess.”

I stared at him. He stared back, his eyes dark and impassive. I was breathing too fast, too desperately.

“Of course, if you don’t want the plug, maybe you should let me replace it. With my cock.”

I tried to pull away.

“No. You can’t. No.”

He smiled.

“It wasn’t really a question, Ally. Now why don’t you turn around and bend your hot little self over?”

He released me and waited patiently. I didn’t move. I thought of the safe word. Surrender. It would be easy. I could stop all this crazy, kinky madness and run away. I could be free. I could go and eat my cake and laugh with my family and make a half-emotional half-hilarious speech and go home and shower and cum as many times as I fucking wanted to. Or I could let Scott fuck my ass and tell me what to do for the rest of the day.

Why couldn’t I stop him? I knew why. I wanted to please him. I wanted to do what he wanted. I knew it was just terrible but I wanted to give him that power. Why? How can I explain it? Was it because he was so goddamn attractive? Partly. But it was more than that. I kind of trusted him. And I knew that despite the potential for embarrassment, I had never felt so turned on. I wanted him like water in the desert.

“We don’t have all day, kitten.”

I turned around and began to bend over.

“In front of the mirror, please. I want you to see yourself.”

I swallowed a sarcastic response and moved the few paces across the small room. Sex in a bathroom. Jesus Christ. At least it was passably clean.

As soon as I’d bent at the waist, Scott pulled my dress up around my waist.

“Open your legs. And hold your cheeks apart for me.”

Like a good girl, I obeyed. He took a hold of the plug and tugged gently. It didn’t come out immediately.

“I think your ass likes it more than you admit,” he mused. “Maybe I should leave it in and just fuck you the regular way.”

I gasped as he pulled it almost all the way out before pushing it back in.

“This ass is so fucking tight,” he breathed. “My god.”

I didn’t speak. I didn’t look at myself in the mirror. I bit my lip and stared at the non-slip linoleum floor as he twisted the plug and eased it out. He dropped it in the sink. One of his hands moved between my legs, sliding against my wet snatch while he used the other to undo his pants.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmured. “That’s one thing you can’t hide from me.”

I felt his thick, hard cock slide against my snatch. It made me shudder. I was still gripping my ass cheeks and it was a difficult position to hold, bent over as I was. I looked up and met my own gaze in the mirror. I had to look away. I could see Scott’s face as he dragged his wet cock up to my ass. He looked so focused, so closed-off. I looked down again.

“Don’t make too much noise,” he warned, as he began to press the head of his cock against my tight knot. “You wouldn’t want anyone coming to investigate.”

I closed my eyes tight and bit hard on my lip as he spat against my asshole and pushed firmly against it.

“Let me in, kitten. You know you want it. Just let it happen.”

I was breathing hard. He pushed a little more and I felt the head of his cock ease inside.

“You have no idea how hot this looks,” Scott growled. “Especially with your hands.”

I flushed.

“You wanna see?” Scott asked. “Here. I’ll show you.”

He paused for a second and I watched him in the mirror as he reached in his pocket and took out his phone. He took a photograph and leaned forward to show it to me.

“There. You like it, princess?”

I stared. It looked unbelievably pornographic. I’d painted my nails blue that morning, made sure they looked pretty and there they were, digging into the reddened flesh of my ass, holding my cheeks apart so he could push that huge cock into me. The mere sight of it made me moan uncontrollably. My snatch dripped.

“That’s… that’s – unbelievable,” I whispered.

“You’d better believe it, kitten.”

He straightened up and resumed pushing. His hand moved between my legs, massaging my swollen clit. The more I focused on his teasing fingers, the deeper he slid into me until I felt his body against mine and I knew the deep pressure was complete. Well. Not exactly. He eased in and out a little, building up a rhythm.

“What time’s your speech?” he asked.

I stared at him in the mirror.

“What? Why?”

“’Cause we don’t want them looking for you, do we? Or does that turn you on? Imagine if they knew what I was doing.”

“Scott - ”

“That I was fucking your ass. Conrad would be livid.” He moved faster and the pain was fading, even though his fingers were barely working my clit.

“Precious little Ally’s ass.” He let out a laughing breath. “They don’t know you, do they? Nobody does. Not like I do. It’s fucking outrageous, the things I do to you. But then, you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? If I sent you flowers, you’d think I was an old creep. But I spank your ass and you can’t get enough.”

I met his eyes in the mirror and he smiled, both hands moving to my waist and gripping it tight as he fucked me harder.

“I knew you the minute I saw you. Knew the way you looked at me, the way you moved.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I breathed.

His smile widened.

“Don’t get smart, kitten. Or I’ll have to do something about that mouth too.”

His cock pushed into me hard and I almost lost my balance.

“Lean your hands against the mirror,” Scott instructed, “That’s it. There.”

His grip on me tightened and he moved fast, his body smacking against mine every time he pushed deep. I could feel the wet warmth from my pussy and longed to touch it but he was going too hard and I needed both my hands to support myself.

“This – ass – is – so – perfect,” he hissed. “Just – incredible, Ally.”

I don’t know how long he fucked me. He’d slow down every so often as if to hold off his release and I’d wait, trembling, as he slowly built back up to a punishing rhythm. My snatch was obscenely wet, craving attention and every so often he’d reach down and let his fingers slap against it, lightly sometimes, and sometimes enough to make me wince.

“Isn’t that so sweet?” he breathed. “That wet, nasty sound?”

His fingers found my clit and circled it for a few breath-taking seconds. Then he was fucking me again, sliding in and out of my ass mercilessly, his hair damp with sweat and his mouth hanging open in a snarl. Every so often his eyes would meet mine in the mirror and the look in them made me shudder to the brink of orgasm. He was in his goddamn element.

Eventually, his fingers dug into me painfully and he stilled, pushing his cock all the way in as it spurted inside me. I heard his lamented groan, felt the quake of his body. I was too close to my own release to watch him but he didn’t touch me. He stayed there a moment, his cock deep in my ass, his hands holding me tight and then he withdrew.

I looked over my shoulder at him, half-pleading and he smiled.

“You wanna cum? Is that what you want?” He cleaned himself off and zipped up his pants. “Maybe later, kitten.”

He went to the sink, picked up the butt plug and washed it.

“You want this back?”

I shook my head silently, my snatch throbbing with need. I should have moved faster but as it was, he moved behind me and neatly lodged the plug into my just-fucked hole. It was cold. He pulled my dress back down.

“I gotta say, Ally, you’re doing pretty well.”

I straightened up, my ass sore around the plug.

“Wow. Thank you so much.” My voice was laced with sarcasm.

He swatted my ass and I jumped.

“Watch it, kitten. Now d’you want your panties back?” He reached in his pocket and held them out. “I’ll see you back out there.”

He unlocked the door and left.

*

Apparently, nobody had noticed my lengthy absence. I skulked back into the hall, hair fixed, perfume sprayed, dress smoothed and lip gloss reapplied. The tables were being cleared efficiently and people were knocking back champagne. Some people were dancing. I tried to blend in but as the only daughter of the celebrating couple, everyone seemed to want to talk to me.

Aren’t your parents great? Isn’t your mother so beautiful? Isn’t your dad a sweetheart? How’s your brother? Didn’t they raise you so well? Aren’t you a wonderful young lady? Yes. Wonderful. I just got my goddamn ass fucked in the bathroom and every time I fake-laugh, I worry that cum might drip out of me. Bizarrely, I was grateful for the plug being there to stop it. But could it leak around it? My panties were a formality really. I stood there, thinking this, drinking champagne and smiling like everything was fine. What the hell had that man done to me?

“Hey,” I felt his voice on my ear before I heard it. I can’t explain why his mere presence made me feel a rush of warmth.

“You wanna dance?”

His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed. I pushed it away.

“What are you playing at?” I looked around anxiously, hoping no one else had seen.

Scott laughed at my unease.

“Well, nothing. I’m playing with one of my toys.”

I scoffed and turned my back on him. Of course, I’d forgotten about the goddamn plug. As I walked away, it began to buzz gleefully. The further I went, the more intense it got. I stopped. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I walked back to him. The buzzing shut off.

“I asked if you wanted to dance,” he said mildly.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His hair was pushed back and it still looked damp.

“You’re not tired?” I asked.

He smirked. “Not at all. Not around you.”

He caught my hand and pulled me in front of him.

“Lead the way, princess.”

I felt his hand grab my ass again and it was all I needed to start walking fast.

“I don’t even like dancing,” I muttered reluctantly.

“Well, I wanna dance. So we’re dancing.”

His left hand landed on the small of my back, his right hand caught my left and he actually danced pretty well. It wasn’t hard to keep up.

“You’d better not grab my ass,” I said. “’Cause my dad’s watching. And he looks pretty happy.”

“He is?” Scott looked around. “Well, that sucks.”

I didn’t have to put in much effort. He held me close and I figured he kind of made me look good.

“So how many times have you been married?” I asked, as the second number began.

“Four. The latest escapee is actually here.”

My eyes widened. “She is? Where?”

“Over there,” He jerked his head towards the back of the hall. “Pink dress. Camera.”

I stared. The woman had blonde hair and when she lowered her camera, I recognised her. It was Mandy Roddick, one of my mother’s old colleagues. She was also the hired photographer for the day.

“That’s one of my mom’s friends!” I gasped, astounded.

“It is?” Scott shrugged. “Well. Makes sense. Your dad introduced us.”

I’d met Mandy a few times when I was younger and she’d always been sweet and quite motherly. I could not imagine her being married to Scott.

“How long were you together?” I asked, wide-eyed. “When did you break up?”

“Three years, married for two. The divorce went through about a year ago.” Scott’s voice was bored, mechanical. “Why’d you care anyway?”

I was still staring at Mandy. She looked in my direction and I averted my gaze hurriedly.

“She used to be an art teacher,” I said, “Worked at a school in the Bronx with my mom. Then she became a photographer.”

Scott eyed me. “I know. She was my wife.”

I frowned at him. “But why’d you get divorced?”

“’Cause she hated me. Still does, actually.”

“Why?”

He exhaled. “I have a good mind to ban you from asking questions.”

I didn’t say anything. I was still struggling to process the idea of sweet, cookie-baking Mandy with crazy, kinky Scott.

“We were quite different,” he said finally. “I mean, we had similar interests but then deeper than that, we were opposites. And I know your real question is about whether I fucked her like I fuck you and the answer is no. She wasn’t into it.”

I feigned disinterest at this piece of information.

“When was the last time you talked to her?”

Scott blew out a sigh.

“I tried this morning. She just glared at me and told me I should – and this is word for word – ‘quit being a psychopathic stalker’.”

“Huh. Mature. But true.”

He frowned down at me.

“I’m sorry?”

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She picked up the paper first thing on Tuesday morning, as she had done for the previous 6 weeks hoping to find the right job. She searched the ads quickly and the only job offering flexible working hours was as an assistant to a manager just out of town. The ad wasn’t very uninformative. There were no clues as to what the company did or what her role would be. But the hours and rates of pay looked good so she gave the number a call. “Hello, Pam West speaking.” A well spoken lady...

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West Coast Orgy

Blake was a very likeable guy and popular at college. He fitted the stereotype, tall, dark and handsome, everyone thought he was cool, and all the girls fancied him. A lot of the college girls he knew were very horny and looking to sexually explore themselves. It gave him the idea of organising a sex party and he enlisted the help of friends, Marcus, Leyna and Jerry.Marcus was the complete opposite to Blake, he wasn’t a good-looking guy, he was dorky and forever lived in a t-shirt and baseball...

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Coast Swingers Party Interracial

Then I turned to see Dancer working his big black snake into my wife’s pussy while he alternated massaging her legs and clit. His cock was a good 9-10” and 2 ½ -3” in diameter. Coast Swingers Party (Interracial) This goes back a number of years when we were still in the lifestyle. I had been chatting with Tami, a friend of mine, about parties and said we were looking expand our group to party with. She asked if I had ever been to Susie’s and I said “No.”. She said...

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Bipartisanship a West Wing Story

(An Alternate Version of In This White House) Leo McGarry, White House Chief Of Staff, walked down the halls of the West Wing. Stopping in front of the Office of the Press Secretary, he took a long deep breath before stepping into the doorway. Inside he found Sam Seaborn, the Deputy Communications Director having a conversation with the owner of the office, C.J. Cregg. “The two of you,” he said as he got their attention, “come take a walk with me.” “What’s going on?” asked Sam as he followed...

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Just West of Happy Part 9

Warning: This story contains MATURE THEMES including nudity, sex, sexualization, and vulgar language. Do not read if you are under 18 or if it is otherwise restricted for you to do so. If you wish to share this story, contact me at [email protected]. I will likely agree, I just want to know in advance. After a brief delay, I'm back on the horse with Ian and Melinda. Things get back to the sexy in this chapter, so do read on. Or don't if that bothers you. But if it does, this...

4 years ago
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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 136 Mr and Mrs West the Easy Half

Wednesday, April 27, 2005 (Continued) It was well after my normal dinnertime and I was hungry, plus there were some excellent smells to encourage my hunger, so I was getting underfoot searching around in the kitchen for any surplus pieces of food when the Wests arrived. I suddenly realized that no one had told me the plan for tonight! I didn't even know if there was a plan for tonight. Tonight was IMPORTANT, and I was very uncomfortable with not knowing anything about anything. I...

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Confessions of a West Palm Slut Part 1

Upon moving to West Palm Beach from Florida I was able to secure a job as a waitress with no experience.  Needless to say it took some adjusting.  To be honest I had never held a job other than being a swim instructor growing up.  Waitressing was a fun job but very stressful at first - especially for someone who has bouts of anxiety such as myself.  Top it off with having to make new friends and living away from my family and I was a certifiable mess.  One of the things that I found solace in...

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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 137 Mr and Mrs West the Tricky Half

Wednesday, April 27, 2005 (Continued) "Very well. A few months ago Ava started measuring guys according to your system, which led her to discover Mark. The more she studied him, the more impressed and attracted she was. Soon she was hooked, which is hardly surprising, given what we've already told you about him. Unfortunately for Ava, there were two aspects of Mark that Ava thought you would disapprove of, so she didn't discuss him with you. She feared that you would tell her to forget...

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Slaves Of The Copper Coast

SLAVES OF THE COPPER COAST.© Morris Kenyon April 2012.When wealthy young broker James Baxter is sent to the tropical country of Kupro Marbordo, the Copper Coast, he is amazed to find that slavery is a well established custom there. Initially shocked, he soon finds himself owning a beautiful slave-girl – with all that implies regarding her discipline and training.WARNING! This book contains scenes of a sexual nature, graphic v******e against women and strong language, It is not intended for the...

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Slaves Of The Copper Coast

SLAVES OF THE COPPER COAST.? Morris KenyonWhen wealthy young broker James Baxter is sent to the tropical country of Kupro Marbordo, the Copper Coast, he is amazed to find that slavery is a well established custom there. Initially shocked, he soon finds himself owning a beautiful slave-girl – with all that implies regarding her discipline and training.WARNING! This book contains scenes of a sexual nature, graphic violence against women and strong language, It is not intended for the easily...

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Tales from a Small Republic The Desolate Coast

The grim little fishing village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound east coast.  Before the collapse of the Republic's economy and the coup by the Generals the inhabitants had just about managed to make  a living from fishing, setting drift nets from bluff rugged open clinker built boats launched from the open beach in the little bay.  But now there wasn't even a market for the sardines caught there.  As they no longer received any cash for their catches the inhabitants could no longer...

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East of the Sun West of the Moon

This is a re-telling of the Norwegian fairy tale, with a twist or two. Once upon a time, there was a simple poor peasant but he was very handsome and had won the hand of the strongest woman in the country, Olga. She was strong of body, strong of mind and strong of character. She had given him many children and they were all above average, handsome and strong in different ways. The youngest was the prettiest and the strongest, a true inheritance of the best in both her mother and her father....

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East Meets West Pt 01 Ch 02

When we reached my house, I was shocked to notice that less than an hour had elapsed since getting the phone call from Colonel James. It seemed like hours and hours had passed. I put Jiao to work loading canned food into boxes, and had her start taking them out to my SUV. Meanwhile I went back to the basement, and grabbed as many weapons and as much ammo as I could carry with one arm. I had to make several trips, and finally had to ask Jiao to help me. Within a few minutes the SUV was loaded,...

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East Meets West Pt 01 Ch 04

I had told Jiao that even if the Chinese, or the traitor that sold out the location of the safe house, found our hidden valley, it would take at least two, or probably three weeks. It actually took 13 days. We had just finished breakfast one morning when Jiao suddenly jumped up. Her face turned white as snow, and she blurted out, ‘They’re here!’ I didn’t even bother asking who ‘they’ were, or if she was sure, rather I only asked ‘How many?’ ‘A bunch of men,’ was all she could offer. About...

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East Or West Neighbor Sex Is The Best

Hi friends this is Jay from Mumbai. I am very big fan of ISS. I m although married but still I enjoy reading stories from ISS. Here I m going to tell u the story which happened with my neighbor few years back when I was not married. Its an fiction story… I will tell this story in hindi and gujarati. Us waqt hamare flat ke samne wale flat mein ek family rehta tha. They were also gujju. Hamara kafi acha relation tha. Ek dusro ke ghar ana jaana laga rehta tha. Unki ek beti thi Jo same meri age ki...

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East or west mausi is bset

Hi dosto mujha ap kee e-mail sa andaza huva ap na mare story bohat pasand ke hai ab doosree story share kar raha haoin. Un logo ka leya jinho na mare 1st or 2nd story nahi parhi us ka leya mara introduction. Maan upper middle class sa hoain age 25 name sunny or mumbai ka reha vala haoin. Hum family maan 3 log hayin me mom age 52 dad age 60.father Gov sector maan job karta hayin or scale 20 kaa officer hayin looking forwaed ur reply on this id (). Ap log janta hyin ka mare radha (kam vale) 2 sal...

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East or west didi is best

Hi dosto mujha ap kee e-mail sa andaza huva ap na mare story bohat pasand ke hai ab doosree story share kar raha haoin. Un logo ka leya jinho na mare 1st story nahi parhi us ka leya mara introduction. Maan upper middle class sa hoain age 25 name sunny or mumbai ka reha vala haoin. Hum family maan 3 log hayin me mom age 52 dad age 60.father Gov sector maan job karta hayin or scale 20 kaa officer hayin or pasa itna hai ka hum log bohat khush hayin, matlab na zayada na kam. E-mail id maan ap ko...

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East or west radha is best

Maan upper middle class sa hoain age 25 name sunny or mumbai ka reha vala haoin. Hum family maan 3 log hayin me mom age 52 dad age 60.father Gov sector maan job karta hayin or scale 20 kaa officer hayin or pasa itna hai ka hum log bohat khush hayin, matlab na zayada na kam. Aj maan pehli story bata raha hoain ap ko agar pasand ae or ap na mujha email kee or mare story pasand ke to baqe be ap dostoon ka sath share karoon ga. jab maan 18 ka huva or O Level ka exam pass keya to mujha parents na...

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East or west sis cunt is the best

My sister, Sarita, who is now 20, is one very tall girl. At 5’11”, she towers over most girls her age, and even a few guys. All of her height is in her sexy legs. She has the longest and sexiest legs I have ever seen. As her older brother, I never used to think of Sarita in a sexual manner. But several years ago, one only had to look at her to tell she was going to be model type material. She had the long black hair, blue eyes, and the body most young girls die for. She had firm breasts, a...

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Eastwest realtions

Kimiko groaned softly to herself as the wide straps of her bra dug deep into her slender shoulders, and while only standing five feet tall and weighing in at a scant ninety five pounds, you'd swear that at least half of that weight was residing inside of the 32DD lace bra of the cute twenty three year old Japanese-American flight attendant!!! After being on her feet all day inside the cramped airliner, she was dying to get checked into her hotel room and just soak for and hour in a hot tub!!!...

Fetish
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Just West of Happy Part 12

Warning: This story contains MATURE THEMES including nudity, sex, sexualization, and vulgar language. Do not read if you are under 18 or if it is otherwise restricted for you to do so. If you wish to share this story, contact me at [email protected]. I will likely agree, I just want to know in advance. Part 12 of Just West of Happy is back to being somewhat on the looooooooooooongish side, pun definitely intended. I dwell for many, many pages on a single scene, but I felt like...

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Just West of Happy Part 1

Warning: The following story contains graphic sex and sexualization. Future installments may contain even more unsavory subjects. Read at your own risk. If you are underage, do not read this please. Any resemblance to people living or dead is completely unintentional, blahblahblah, yadda yadda yadda. If you wish to reproduce this story, please contact me at [email protected] and I will likely allow it, so long as credit is given. Author's Note: I have been an avid follower of...

4 years ago
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Tales from a Small Republic The Desolate Coast

But now there wasn't even a market for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their catches the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to make bread and had to resort to eating just the fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to grow in the thin stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fishermen could no longer afford to pay boat builders to repair or replace their boats, nor to buy new nets, although their wives did quite a...

2 years ago
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Overnight on the Coast Starlight

Natives of the west coast usually have a right to be smug about their weather. The climate is mild with snow usually falling only in the mountains, the unbearable heat confined to the deserts, an ocean breeze caressing the coast, and little change among the seasons.But Mother Nature can be capricious. Santa Ana winds can spread devasting wildfires, cold fronts can swoop down from Canada, and Pacific storms can bring rains that extend for days on end. The rains come in the winter and clouds can...

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Overnight on the Coast Starlight

Natives of the west coast usually have a right to be smug about their weather. The climate is mild with snow usually falling only in the mountains, the unbearable heat confined to the deserts, an ocean breeze caressing the coast, and little change among the seasons.But Mother Nature can be capricious. Santa Ana winds can spread devasting wildfires, cold fronts can swoop down from Canada, and Pacific storms can bring rains that extend for days on end. The rains come in the winter and clouds can...

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Key West Fantasy Fest

Key West Fantasy Fest by Michelle bitv Part 1 It all started this past September when my wife told me she had booked reservations at a hotel in Key West Florida for the week leading up to Halloween. We had never been to Key West but our friends Ted and Laura had been there the previous year for the Halloween celebration and said it was a blast. Both Jennifer and I had been working hard all year so we deserved a break and the stories Ted and Laura told us made it...

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An Ordinary College Sex Life 3Chapter 16 TriDelt West

-- FEBRUARY 2006, SENIOR YEAR -- Sasha appeared in the archway between the hallway and the living room, clad in a plush terrycloth bathrobe over dark green and red plaid flannel pajamas. "Rough night?" I picked my head up and immediately winced, my temples throbbing as my field of vision moved faster than my sense of balance could handle at the moment. I once had looked up the symptoms of an alcohol hangover. They included dehydration, fatigue, headache, body aches, elevated body...

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Journeys West Chapter 2 The Saga is Set in Motion

Chapter 2 - The Saga is Set in Motion Trying to figure out what was going on was going to give her a headache. She had not thought that she believed in ghosts, but that might be the only way to explain where the girl had gone. There was no way she could have run away without being seen. Walking back to her work area, Mary Sue checked the book she carried for any damage. It looked like it had not suffered from being mistreated, so she decided that the best thing to do was to leave...

2 years ago
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The Booty Inspector of the Old West part 1

[Tune in tomorrow evening for Part 2 of THE BOOTY INSPECTOR]Intro:The man walked into the room with a shotgun raised over his head and shouted "Now, ah'm only goanna repeat myself one Mo' time! I want all you men ta' lay down yous'n weapons and all you Womanfolk to drop down yours'n panties and pull on up dem skirts, because I here am the Booty Inpsector and I've come to inspect yours'n booties!"And so the rise of Fame and Legend was given to the Old West's first and only "Booty Inspector" who...

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December at the coast part 3

December at the coast Part 3Waking up Saturday morning, once again I got up to go for the morning piss and yet once again I bumped into Samantha in the passage. This time she covered her nipples and I teasingly said, no poking nipple view this morning. She smiled at me as she blushed and headed back into her room. Taking a good long morning piss thinking about the pleasurable blowjob from sexy Jessica, my cock started growing as I finished pissing. I washed my face to wake up properly and then...

2 years ago
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December at the coast Part 2

December at the coast part 2Waking up Friday morning, getting up to go for the morning piss, again I bumped into Samantha in the passage. Greeting her again, but this time she didn't cover her tits and it gave me a view of her nipples through her top. "Cute nipples," I commented making her blush and covering up on her way to the room. After having a good long morning piss I head back to room. Steven soon awaking and we got up and made our way to the lounge to plan our day. Planning on taking it...

1 year ago
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Just West of Happy Part 10

Warning: This story contains MATURE THEMES including nudity, sex, sexualization, and vulgar language. Do not read if you are under 18 or if it is otherwise restricted for you to do so. If you wish to share this story, contact me at [email protected]. I will likely agree, I just want to know in advance. I'm on a roll lately. Chapter 10 isn't particularly mile-stonish, but it does get some things out in the open, namely defining some of putting Melinda's...peculiarities and...

3 years ago
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My Sons Secret Desire Ms West

Tony was thrilled with how things were going. His mom was his lover and his sweet teen girlfriend Samantha was a part if their love group. It had been so sexy watching the two women he cared so much about have sex with each other. Even better he and Samantha now knew how much they wanted to have sex with other people.Samantha's tastes were varied as she wanted to try different ages of men and women. Tony still had his biggest desire to fuck mature women. He was already thinking of who he would...

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