The Volunteer
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An hour later, I crawled into bed. I was so tired that I even put off cleaning my weapon. Hell, the roosters were already mocking me that it was time to wake up to face another day before I got home. Late that afternoon, the FBI agent in charge of the raid called. “The U.S. Attorney General gave me two different figures for the land,” he said. “He says that, if you agree to work full-time for any federal law enforcement agency, the land is yours for ten million dollars. He doesn’t even need...
Chapter 2 - A Reluctant Volunteer "Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country." President John F. Kennedy Michael Bixby seemed to have a bur up his butt and had been more of a jackass than usual. When Jack Sokolov entered the weekly Friday noon wrap-up meeting, he found Mike's office had been redecorated, the second time this year. Mike's antique desk now sat upon a raised platform. Mike stood in front of his 'I Love Me' wall and greeted...
Part 1 There is a private animal shelter in our town. It is always hurting for donations and volunteers to help feed the animals and try to get them adopted. I am one of those volunteers. Most of the workers here are young college kids. I could be their mother, but they treat me just like one of the gang. I hear all their boyfriend or girlfriend problems, complaints about their parents and often their sex questions. I don’t mind being the older member of our clique and I feel proud that...
The beginning of retirement is great for about a year. After that, you start to go "nuts" and look for things to occupy your time. I chose to do some volunteer work for my community. Over a period of time, I made friends among the volunteers and paid employees. I became friendly and close to a female volunteer, Bernadette, a widow. We would flirt and we started to like each other. One day, I invited her to lunch and we talked and compared life stories. We got to know each other and our...
MatureI was working ate in the campaign office along with about three volunteers. I was in charge of a Get Out The Vote effort for a local candidate and we had been brain storming things for weeks with staff. One of the three volunteers was a college-aged girl named Crystal. Crystal had an engaging smile and the only thing bigger than her smile was her heart and her boobs. I had secretly stalked her Facebook photos after she added me as a friend. I had hopes of determining a little more about her...
HardcoreI would like to once again thank my editor Bechgen, for putting forth the time and energy required to correct this work. It is our hope that through our combined efforts can bring you a story that is for the most part free of errors and enjoyable to read. – Double_entendre. Have you ever wondered if your life was preplanned long before you were ever born, or does it simply fall into place randomly by a series of choices that either you or someone else makes that directly or indirectly effects...
14 year old Marcus was walking through the corridor of the hospital where he was a volunteer, he was on his way to collect a patient to take to the grounds, Marcus wanted to be a doctor when he was older and was now doing none medical work as a volunteer to get experience of working in a hospital. Marcus arrived at the ward and was told by the nurse to take Sharon a 17 year old local girl to the gardens, Sharon who was in hospital after getting drunk was sitting in a wheelchair. Marcus knew...
There are mostly just dogs at this shelter. This city has a no kill policy so some of the dogs have been here a very long time. Those long timers have become our best friends. We feed them and care for them daily and they depend on us for everything. Some of the male dogs are quite large and muscular. I think they are just naturally muscled since they really don’t get much exercise in the cages. One of the males we call Spirit. He is a brute, but gentle. He has short hair, and is...
The number of cars clustered in the parking lot is a little surprising. Sure I knew there would be a few volunteers who'd answer the request for assistance at the library, but I didn't expect quite this many. It's an impressive turnout for a weekday morning, and before 8:00 a.m. to boot. With my husband being deployed, the novelty of solo shopping and doing whatever I please has worn a bit thin. I'm feeling just a little proud that I'm actually eager to do a little community service. Lord knows...
InterracialThere is a private animal shelter in our town. It is always hurting for donations and volunteers to help feed the animals and try to get them adopted. I am one of those volunteers. Most of the workers here are young college kids. I could be their mother, but they treat me just like one of the gang. I hear all their boyfriend or girlfriend problems, complaints about their parents and often their sex questions. I don’t mind being the older member of our clique and I feel proud that they want to...
How would you like to make £100 in just one hour? Can you spare one hour of your time? If you are female aged between 21 and 25 then you could be what we are looking for. 'St John's School of Women's Science' is for young women to volunteers to give up a short period of their time at either evenings or weekends in order to be subjected to a simple and painless non-invasive test for research purposes. For more information please call Dr. Martina Russell on 07742449236. Tea and Biscuits...
Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry.Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is...
Love StoriesBernadette and I had grown apart. I had been getting more contract work for cash and would be gone for weeks at a time. My volunteering was almost non-existent and meant that I had no contact with Bernadette. Well, I finally went and saw Bernadette at her home. I explained to her that I had made some nice cash and not been in town for a number of weeks. Bernadette was different and shot me weird facial expression. She started to explain to me that she was spending quite a bit of time with...
MatureWe are all suffering in some way from the Pandemic and being on lockdown is never fun. I have been isolated with my family and while I love them, the experience has been less than ideal. Beyond the general getting on each other’s nerves, being together so much has really cut into my sex life. Even just with my husband and not expanding out with friends it has been difficult to find the privacy, in a full house, to get a really good fuck in. My husband has continued to work outside the home and...
Ok....true story time.Although this didn't happen to me it was related to me by a good friend, someone whom I've known since c***dhood, he has recently found out that I like writing erotic stories and thought I'd like to write one about something that happened to him, it's from his perspective and with his approval.After a long illness I found myself getting back into things, life.I hadn't worked for a while and was finding it difficult to get a job. My name is John, this is going back 10 years...
During my college days I attended a small liberal arts college in rural Virginia. During my junior year we were required to participate in two days of community service. I really was not looking forward to it, but fortunately it led to this story. I was assigned to a local elementary school, where I spent two days helping out in a first grade class. It was obvious the kids could use some extra help. The school wasn’t as privileged as the one I went to growing up in the suburbs of a big city....
TabooI have become a regular volunteer with a local organization that builds homes for the poor.I was on a build this past summer and we finished the home and presented it to the family. They were a single mom and her 3 c***dren. The oldest was a young man of fifteen soon to be f******n. The youngest was 10. We were cleaning up the bits of remaining debris and doing some final bits of grading as we did. The family was given the keys and the boys all headed out to the tree in the yard to play. We...
I knew my way around downtown Hiaville pretty well as I’d made nearly a hundred trips there since my move. Away from the two main streets of town, though, I had no clue where I was. Thank goodness for GPS. I programmed Jacqueline’s address, and then the address of the restaurant. After updating the GPS program, I headed to Jacqueline’s house. I had no idea that Hiaville had a country club or a Country Club Estates, not that I really cared; you can’t grow much food on a golf course. I was...
Once the construction was well underway, it was easy to see that my initial worry about not having everything ready in time for spring planting had been groundless. Even if half of the construction men quit today, everything would be finished in time. Last night, my instincts told me it was time to visit my family. Even though I’d already told them about the divorce over the phone, I dreaded the trip. Both my mother and my sister Janie would be pushing single women at me faster than I could...
Monday Something woke me even earlier than usual this morning. I wasn’t sure what it was, but knew it wasn’t my normal early morning wakefulness. I crawled from bed carefully to avoid waking anyone, threw on my pants, and grabbed my Glock and two extra magazines. I didn’t know why I needed the Glock, but my gut told me I did. The upstairs was secure, and I didn’t hear any unusual sounds. The alarm panel by the front door showed that the alarms were on and nobody had breached the house. The...
I spoke with Ramón at breakfast, explaining what I wanted to do with the remaining money from selling the Kozlov properties. He stared at me, stunned, when I told him my plan. I wanted to build houses or manufactured homes on the rocky property for our workers on the rocky property, rather than have everyone live in trailers or mobile homes. We would use the mobile homes for older couples whose children had moved out or for newly married couples with no children. Eventually, we’d use them for...
I still can’t get over the fact that I now own seven producing oil wells and am expecting an eighth to come in within a month. Leonard was beside himself when he called to tell me that the seventh well came in two weeks earlier than expected. He also warned that the well they were currently drilling aboard Lucky J #2 might come in early, too. I can live with that. As it is, the first six wells are pumping more than three million dollars a day! Leonard expects the newest well to perform as...
When Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening.The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect.He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed.“Blessed Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins,” he muttered and crossed himself three...
SpankingTHE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER My girlfriend Rachel and I had decided to take a two week vacation to PuertoRico. I had first come across the girl on the streets of San Juan. She cameup to me and begged me for some money. At first I was going to say no. ThenI noticed how beautiful this young girl was and I was intrigued. I startedto reach into my purse to get her something, and she smiled at me. She hada very beautiful smile. It was in fact an entrancing smile. I kept her close to me with small bribes...
Hi everyone, as you know my name is Kirsty and if you've read my profile then you'd know im opsessed with BBC, and if it's big enough ill go through great and desperate measures to have it stuffed in between my long tanned legs. So now you have a brief summary of me ill start my story. It was saturday the 1st of march 2014 and i was informed by my college lecturer that, this being my last year before i finish my course i have to do- as he recommended some vulanteering. He suggested i go to mr...
Old Mother Nature plays a nasty trick on us guys, she makes it harder for us to get it up and keep it up as the years go by. The girls don’t have that problem. In fact, when we start down the wrong side of the mountain they are at the apex of their horniest. I was in my late fifties when the decline struck me. I was as healthy as a horse, I was just taking a lot longer for me to get it up, and it was becoming a lot harder for me to keep it up. My wife, on the other hand, wanted it every night....
MasturbationNote : This story is completely fictional! When I moved to northern Arizona, I volunteered to help coach the girl’s volleyball team. I helped the coach and worked with girls from junior high up through high school. This is a story of Jamie who was an 8th grader when I first began my volunteering. My name is Trevor Dantley and I’m 38 years old. I am a very well respected massage therapist that also works at the local hospital. Everyone in this small town knows me. Jamie was a beautiful blonde...
FetishNote: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is...
The number of cars clustered in the parking lot is a little surprising. Sure I knew there would be a few volunteers who’d answer the request for assistance at the library, but I didn’t expect quite this many. It’s an impressive turnout for a weekday morning, and before 8:00 a.m. to boot. With my husband being deployed, the novelty of solo shopping and doing whatever I please has worn a bit thin. I’m feeling just a little proud that I’m actually eager to do a little community service. Lord...
After our previous sexual adventures, Bernadette and I drifted away from each other. She went to see her kids for about a month and when she returned, I left for the Mid-West to see family. The community center where we volunteered was not very busy due to the heat and no "snow birds." So, after a couple of months, our paths finally crossed. When I said, "Hello" to Bernadette, a coy sexual smile came over her face. We exchanged stories on what we were doing and tried to figure out how we had...
MatureI was sxxxxxn and was happily going along with my life. Attending the local state school where despite some bullying and mickey taking for my small size for my age I had good group of friends and was feeling secure when my Dad dropped a bombshell. He had been offered a job that meant him and mum moving to the Far East for 4 years. I was stunned. I asked what about me. He told me that the company had offered to pay my fees and send me to a boarding school and the support me through university. I...
A few years ago I worked in a busy hospital in London, IM a male nurse, and worked in a busy ICU. At the entrance to the hospital there was a shop that was run by the hospital volunteers, and usually there would be two ladies manning the counter. I would buy a daily paper from them and have a chat. One of the ladies was called Pam, and I guessed her age to be around late fifties to early sixties. She looked good for her age and looked after herself and took pride in her appearance. She stood...
Sometime before Las Vegas, Jimmy got quiet. “We’re coming to sin city, pardner. If you want out here, I’ll stop at Henderson and let you off, but I won’t stop any closer. I’m not a religious man,” he said, “but Las Vegas is filled with temptations that will destroy your soul. You think everything is a bargain. Free food, free drinks, and all you have to do is sit at a nickel slot machine and pull the handle for an hour. But the hour stretches to four and a girl who is not free catches your...
The rest of the summer flew by. Somehow, I managed to cram nineteen weeks of information into fourteen weeks. On my last day, I was surprised when Dan told me that I had finished and passed the class with a 94%. The only official criterion to be a Marshal that I hadn’t met now was a college degree or equivalent military service. Until I graduated in two and a half years, I would be a provisional, part-time Marshal--whatever that meant to the pencil pushers. Nobody I worked with had seemed to...
Janie was gone in the morning and I got up and performed my morning ablutions. This was the first time that I’d slept past dawn in a long time. Surprisingly, Mom didn’t start questioning me as soon as I entered the kitchen. I was halfway through breakfast and getting ready to stuff a forkful of eggs into my mouth when she said, “A girl called for you this morning.” I finished the bite, took a drink of orange juice, and replied, “You’ll need to be much more specific than that. It could be...
Friday I was at peace with myself this morning, and didn’t need the dogs chasing each other, the quiet walk to the creek, or working in the barn this morning. It was a good thing, because the look on Faizah’s face this morning made me sure she would have hunted me down and done me wherever I was when she found me. “I should be fertile this morning,” she husked as I pounded into her as she lay bent across my desk. When we finished, she tiptoed quickly back to the master bedroom. I’m pretty...
To: bdsmlibrary.com/story Author: Cyrus CoeFan E-mail address: [email protected] title: ?The Three Bares? (A fantasy) In three installmentsSuggested category: S & M (Erotic flagallelation) A deliciously accelerating prurient voyage with two latent sadomasochists. They convert private fantasy to reality uncontrollably exposing their zealously protected, unorthodox sensual lust when it is...
Volunteers by BobH (c) 2012 - 1 - "That's it, that's very good, Carl," said Mrs Crawford, as if helping her husband out of the armchair and into his wheelchair was some sort of achievement. But then she offered the same praise and encouragement every time I did anything for the old guy. "Such a sweet boy!" said another voice. I glanced up to see Miss Cooper smiling up at me from her own wheelchair, having just returned from a leisurely...
The room was abuzz with nervous energy. Everyone was too excited to remain silent, though not everyone was present. “What do you think this portends?” Helen, an older woman with long brunette hair and a weary smile asked. She was assigned to Dr. Fredrick’s team, conducting research on the zombie plague and developing and promoting various new agriculture and animal strains. Jefferson sighed, not wanting to delve into the topic before the meeting began. He’d arrived early, largely to get...
As was his habit at lunchtime, Hal left the building and walked through the office park for exercise. It was a partly cloudy day, and for the moment it seemed overcast. On his way to a small path through the woods, he saw her. Sandy was an attractive redhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as...
My wife and I often volunteer for charity at Christmas time. I'm not giving the name of the charity, but they give entire food baskets and such away for thanksgiving and Christmas.We were packing baskets this past Friday and when we finished we were supposed to pass them out the following Saturday.I have a van with heavy tinted windows and planned on passing out lots of baskets, so I removed the rear bench seat leaving only the 2 front seats and one captain's chair.We were finishing packing...
Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family member I ever revealed my sexuality to, the first two being my parents. I had known since girlhood that she shared a cottage in Hampshire with her friend, Portia, but had never known their relationship was more than sisterly. When I told her...
LesbianIn the part 2 of Volunteering Reward, The Picnic, I left with,Suddenly with a high movement upward Julie shifted herself forward and my prick plunged up into her ass. She leaned back on her arms and bounced up and down.I looked at her, Breasts bouncing in unison to her up and down movement.Her legs spread wide apart showing her pussy gaping wide with my sperm coming out of it.Her long hair swaying as she moved about.I saw her body shake, She let out a loud OHHHHHHHH, Which...
More years ago than I care to remember (1980) I half volunteered, and was half 'talked' into just about every sort of kinky sex you can think of by my older partner. First it was threesome Lesbian night with one of my girl friends he "knew" was up for it, as he'd had sex with her while I was down South visiting my mother on holiday, he told her that I was bi, I would like it, and fancied her, (but I didn't know all that then). Then he "engineered" me into further threesomes with three...
A Night at the Cabaret Belladonna Peter smiled while he unrolled the black fishnet stockings up his freshly shaven legs. His manhood strained against the gaff holding it snuggly between his cheeks while he attached the stockings to his garters. Standing up, Peter bit the tip of his right thumb lightly as he looked at the outfit hanging behind his door that he was going to be wearing around his employees that evening. While Peter was aware the outfit was over the top, he knew...
Later Martha introduced her to some of the girls and pointed out some of the others. "The girls mostly have something they regard as their special skill," said Martha, "For instance, Gloria, the bottle blonde with the roots rapidly growing out, is famous, she says, for being a bad girl and always answering the clients back. Then they spank her for it and feel that they are the boss. She has only been here for a couple of months." "Why is she changing her hair colour?" asked Jacqui,...
Old Mother Nature plays a nasty trick on us guys, she makes it harder for us to get it up and keep it up as the years go by. The girls don’t have that problem. In fact, when we start down the wrong side of the mountain they are at the apex of their horniest. I was in my late fifties when the decline struck me. I was as healthy as a horse, I was just taking a lot longer for me to get it up, and it was becoming a lot harder for me to keep it up. My wife, on the other hand, wanted it every night....
During my college days I attended a small liberal arts college in rural Virginia. During my junior year we were required to participate in two days of community service. I really was not looking forward to it, but fortunately it led to this story. I was assigned to a local elementary school, where I spent two days helping out in a first grade class. It was obvious the kids could use some extra help. The school wasn’t as privileged as the one I went to growing up in the suburbs of a big city....
I said to Desirae, "I want to fuck you." Desirae responded, "Me too, but I want you to fuck me in the ass. Eric does not like it as much as I do. I love it, please do me in the ass." "Sure, sounds great." After about an hour recovery time, Desirae and I went at it again. Back to the sixty-nine and then it was time to go back on the road to ecstasy. She was a great sex partner and loved to have her pussy eaten. On top of that, she could a tremendous cock sucker. When we got to the point for back...
MatureAs Kate drove her compact into the Laboratories car park she noticed Dr Glenn's car was still there, parked in the visitor's space. "Oh shit, well she can keep well away from me today" Kate said to no one in particular, as she headed for the door. At that time Amanda wasn't troubling anyone, she was in fact fast asleep, tucked up in the bedroom of the clinical suit. She slept the sleep of the exhausted, something to do with having spent much of the night with her mouth glued to...
G2 knew where the community center was; he’d been there before. It might be nothing—and if it was he was no worse off than before—but something deep inside told him this was the night. He wrinkled up his nose as he got closer, searching in the air for a tell-tale scent. He was almost to the door before he finally caught it. They were serving dinner for the homeless tonight. Dinners at community centers were always the best. You could go in and eat your fill of whatever they served, grab a few...
IT WAS ONLY A FEW BLOCKS to the General’s house. She was an old lady, retired from the Salvation Army. She had a modest house on the East Side, not far from the river. There, she lived an austere life, seldom straying from her living room. But it was known among a select few of the transients that she had half a dozen cots in her basement and no one in need of shelter for the night was turned away. G2 stood quietly at her door, waiting and dripping water on the steps. The door opened a crack...
GRANNY SAL was in her usual position outside Walgreen’s Drug Store. If she hadn’t been there, people would be concerned. As far as G2 knew, she had been there every morning for years. She sold the local street paper for a dollar and always seemed to have a stack of them beside her little campstool. The publisher sold the papers to Sal for thirty-five cents, so G2 figured she made a pretty good profit and could buy food and wine anytime. She lived in a shelter where she paid $5 a night for a...
THE FREE CLINIC was on 8th, just across the railroad tracks. Twice G2 realized he’d turned the wrong direction and was heading away from it. He sat to rest, sleeping a while each time. When he reached the tracks, he stumbled and fell. He just lay there, thinking that if he didn’t get up he’d get run over, but too exhausted to drag himself further. While he was lying there, Ben Johnson came across the tracks. G2 had ridden the rails with Ben a time once before. Ben was good company and told...
G2 liked being South in the winter. It wasn’t like it was never cold. But what sent the locals running for sweaters and overcoats felt like a spring breeze to G2. He didn’t plan to stay in this particular town for long, but the train had run out of track when it reached the ocean, so he had to find the necessities of life and then find a way out of town. His path took him through the Historic District. G2 was tired and weak. He hadn’t had food since ... He couldn’t remember exactly. His...
Whitefish, Montana. G2 was headed eastward and was through the mountains. G2 had not found Nirvana. He was merely blanking out another portion of his life. If he could do that with all his life, then what? Then would he never want a glass of wine again? Would he achieve oneness with the universe? Would he be happy? Satisfied? Content? Nothing? The last seemed the most likely. G2 did not feel satisfied or content. Neither was he unhappy or depressed. He didn’t feel anything. People might have...
At one time Gerald had a home. But when he left for college, his mother had sold the house he grew up in and Marian finished high school living in an apartment. That certainly wasn’t a home. As soon as Marian got out of school she got married and moved into a real house in Seattle. She didn’t consider the apartment a home. Gerald lived in an apartment while he was in college, shared with Brian. But neither of them considered the apartment home. “Home,” said an old adage, “is where the heart...
Jess put away his gun and the guys at the fire kept talking but G2 kept moving further and further away until he was up next to the tracks on the trestle. He piled some leaves around him and huddled in his blanket. First train that comes, he thought. It was past the middle of the night when hell broke loose. Most of the action was on the other side of the tracks and trestle from where G2 huddled. There was no place further for him to go. He didn’t like to walk across trestle...