Cockatoo Part 4
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Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess.
Chapter IV: A Bizarre Contest!
I awoke on the Sunday close to noon! This was not planned, but for some reason Angel had just left me there comatose. Mind you, I had every reason to be! After surviving a full day with six teenagers and a full night with Angel, a decent lie in was not entirely a luxury. This especially so, since it seemed every time I had fallen asleep during the night I awoke shortly later with my dick being worked on by a rather familiar set of teeth! And for some reason unbeknown to me — what male has every understood the female pysche? —- Angel had completely changed her preference. She worked my cock only long enough to make it hard enough to fuck. Then I was expected to perform with Angel in the missionary position until she came, preferably twice or thrice before I was allowed to cease my exertions and lapse back into the blessed comatose state of sleep. Not that I’m complaining, you understand! I knew this was the experience of a lifetime, and that it had to end, and that before it did I had better take maximum advantage. Still, when you’re exhausted there’s not much you can do except sleep, as mundane as this may sound when a gorgeous, all too willing chick lies next to you just waiting for the faintest sign of recovery to start out on the next fuck.
As I say, I awoke at noon, poked around in the bathroom, grabbed a cup of coffee from the coffee maker and slowly began to take cogniscence of the day. Where was everybody? I looked out over the pool area, but nobody was there and the sets of the previous day had been dismantled. Angel and I had made no explicit agreement as to what was to happen today except that we would again be auditioning, and I had naturally assumed, though now was definitely beginning to dread, ‘more of the same’. I had serious doubts about my ability to perform, as indeed, who would not? But as I found out, these fears were unfounded, largely because today was going to be entirely different and the demands on me of a wholly new and (for me!) quite bizarre nature. This I found out when Angel eventually appeared.
‘Ah!’ she said. ‘There you are. We’re downstairs today. You’re just in time!’
And with that she took my hand and led me down into the basement, which, brilliantly lit, was as bestrewn with cameras and paraphanalia as the pool had been on the previous day.
As my eye grew accustomed to the surroundings it fastened on the pasty faces of four young girls. Of waif-like appearance and milk-white skin and complexion, seemingly clones of one another, they were straddling what appeared to be padded wooden trestles. Their arms were tied loosely above their heads and their legs were splayed out on either side of the trestles, so that their full weight was carried by their groins. They seemed to be most uncomfortable, and as one squirmed in an obvious attempt to ease the stress on her vitals, I noticed with a sudden rush of shock that she was in fact impaled on a giant dildo! At that moment, a buxom figure dressed in garish red latex, including prominent thigh boots appeared from nowhere and cut the girl who had moved a fearful whack across her back with a vicious looking black handled whip.
‘Still! You are to be still!’ snapped the buxom figure, repeating the stroke with interest. The young girl tried to stifle her scream, but did not entirely succeed.
‘And quiet!’ screamed the Dom. ‘I want quiet. Show me that you can be quiet!’
And with that the Dom set about the young girl, cutting her again across the back, then three strokes diagonally across her tiny breasts and finally two across her flat stomach. Each stroke of the whip raised a welt, which sprang up instantly, a thin red stripe on a white background. I saw in horror that all of the girls’ bodies where criss-crossed by such stripes. With a supreme effort the girl being whipped succeeded in suppressing her screams, which, however, rang out loud and clear in my head nevertheless.
I accosted Angel instantly. ‘What is this!?” I urged. ‘What’s going on?’
‘Shh!’ Angel replied and drew me over into a corner to explain.
It seemed that ‘Milton’, this being the guy for whom she had agreed to do the auditions, had decided to change the script on her and had sent up candidates for the ‘sub’ role in an S&M movie he was planning to make. I mean, I hardly knew what an S&M movie was, but this foretaste alone was quite enough and, of course, I was horrified and immediately made it clear to Angel that this was not something I was going to be a party to.
‘Don’t be so hasty,’ was her reply. ‘The girls are here voluntarily. They are genuine ‘subs’.’
She explained that ‘subs’ get their kicks by being subordinate to others. The clearest sign of subordination is the willingness to accept humiliation and pain so that for these girls, pain was in a very real sense pleasure. What may look to the uninitiated observer like torture, was in fact stimulation. All the while the girls where being whipped and tormented they were actually orgasming continuously in a way that non-subs simply could not emulate, no matter what the stimulation. And besides, all of the girls had their ‘safe’ word or signal, indicating they were at their limit. No-one would be hurt beyond their own personal degree of tolerance. This was an inviolate rule that all in the trade obeyed rigorously. The safe word or signal was holy. The girls all wanted the part, in the movie although they knew it would involve utter humiliation and a very high level of pain. And they had all agreed to the simple conditions Milton had laid down for the audition. The girls would receive identical treatment and the one who survived when the others had submitted by using their safe words would automatically get the part.
Well I did not entirely buy this from Angel and looked at her slightly incredulously. Could she possibly be serious? What kind of operation was this, after all? As she was speaking another of the girls was being whipped, and writhed about impinged on her massive dildo. As the girl before her she made a supreme effort to remain silent, but the final stroke, cut diagonally across her belly was too much for her and she let out a shrill cry, which she stifled almost as soon as it was out. But this was too much for the Dom. The girl was lifted off her dildo — my eyes almost popped out at the size of it, measured against that diminutive frame —- and dragged across the floor to a bench, where she was made to lie down with her legs splayed, exposing fully her cunt with its still stretched labial lips.
‘Looks like you’re on!’ said Angel to me, as the Dom beckoned.
‘You’re kidding!’ I exclaimed. ‘I can’t do this! This is not my bag at all!’
‘Think of it as a new experience,’ Angel said calmly. ‘And by the way, Milton agreed to double our take for an S&M audition.’
‘You surely don’t think I’m going to get involved with this whatever the money!’ I said heatedly.
‘Well someone will,’ was Angel’s calm reply. ‘Clint is waiting in the car and I’m sure he’d give his eye teeth to take your place. He’s got a twelve inch dick the width of a baseball bat. You want him let loose on the girls?’
So there it was. A fait accompli. I had let myself in for it and now I had to go through with it, whatever ‘it’ was. In trepidation, I stepped forward to where the girl lay spread-eagled on he bench. The Dom had inserted the handle of her whip between the girls cunt lips and now pushed it fully home.
‘Can you imagine’, she said to me in mock irony. ‘A tramp like this can’t keep her mouth shut. Let’s give her something to help her, shall we.’
And so saying, the Dom dropped to her knees, took my limp cock and worked it viciously to attention. She paused.
‘Hmmm! Not much meat there,
’ she said as if talking to herself. ‘But maybe enough, let’s see.’
And with that she led me by my dick around the bench, to where the helpless girl’s head hung down. Then with no finesse whatsoever, she shoved me into the girl’s mouth and deep down her throat, to the hilt, pressing the girl’s neck back against the side of the bench. Deep cock indeed! I became aware that the girl was sucking as vigorously as she possibly could and soon the reason was clear. The Dom had returned to retrieve her whip out of the girl’s cunt and in a trice the first stroke fell. It struck the inside of the girl’s left thigh leaving a weal whose upper edge was clearly visible to me as I watched on in horror but, I had to admit, increasing fascination too. I now was sharing the pain as with each stroke the girl bit harder and harder on her gag, my fully swollen member! Between strokes, the Dom would circle the girl’s cunt with the whip handle, or playfully draw the thong along the length of her slit.
‘How moist you are my dear,’ said the Dom admiringly. ‘That’s good. You’ll need that presently.’
And so saying she would make another vicious cut across the young girl’s naked thigh. Five strokes in all on each, every stroke approaching nearer to the holy of holies. Every second stroke, the Dom peered over the bench to watch the girl work on my cock.
‘Still not come?’ she would say. ‘My oh my. We’ll just have to supply a little more encouragement then won’t we.’
The next five cuts ran diagonally from right to left across those cherry red, swollen labial lips. I could feel the girl’s screams on my cock, hazard only a vague guess at the pain each stroke must have caused her. Her entire body would go stiff as each stroke landed and she would elevate herself from the bench for seconds before falling back. The Dom would wait, one, two, three, maybe up to ten seconds before landing the next stroke, each one more vicious than its predecessor. I tried as hard as I could to come, thinking this would put an end to the girl’s agony. But my long night with Angel had left me dry, void. I could erect, but could not come. And so the agony continued. Five more strokes across the cunt, this time from the other side, diagonally from left to right, criss crossing the previous five so the girl’s labial lips were flayed from both sides.
Still the girl resisted. I could feel her crying now with my cock deep within her throat. Her control was beginning to weaken. Yet she held on tight. She did not succumb, even as those last wicked five strokes of the lash cut into her slit along its full length. Parting the lips and eating into the tender flesh of her inner vaginal walls.
Finally it was over, or at least so I thought. The Dom put down the whip, and beckoned me to release myself from the girl’s mouth. She was comatose, for all I knew unconscious. But her agony was not yet over, for no sooner had I had rounded her slumped frame than the Dom grabbed me again by the cock and led me between those white, weedy legs criss-crossed with weals to where the tortured crack glared up at me.
‘Now you get to fuck!’ said the Dom with glee. ‘Fuck her ‘til she screams for mercy!’
I was of course horrified, but too deep into it now to refuse. Besides, who knew what horrible torture the Dom would dream up for the girl if I did not comply. So gingerly, I entered the girl, who was indeed mercifully wet, and, trying to be as gentle as I could while appearing vigorous, started to fuck her. But this did not fool the Dom for a single instant.
‘Fuck her, I said! Get your dick into her. Ram her. I want to see her squirm!’ And she laid her whip across my backside with abandon.
And there was nothing to be done other than to obey. I fucked the girl for all I was worth, ramming into her and grinding her back against the bench. And wonder of wonders, what d’you think happened? All of a sudden I felt those characteristic vaginal contractions and I realized that in spite of all that had been done to her, the girl was about to orgasm. And so she did, and, although a silent one, for the fear of a repeat whipping sealed her lips as tight as tight could be, it was a giant inside! I knew, I could feel it.
The Dom watched in scorn. Nothing escaped her.
‘Look at the tramp!’ she said. ‘Coming like a two-bit whore.’
And so saying, she folded her arms in disapproval and stomped off.
And I was obliged to repeat this procedure three times more on the other girls. Not to the end, fortunately for me, because two of the girls simply could not stay the course and gave their secret signal of submission. One lasted almost to the end, succumbing only on the third to last cut along her open crack. I was still deep inside her throat and I could feel her agony and sense that she could not go even a few strokes further. She was at the end of her tether. The other girl gave in almost immediately the Dom started to cross-lash her cunt. I guess it was a matter of sensitivity. The girl may have had some experience with cunt whippings, but what the Dom was handing out was surely special. Not even practiced subs, I thought, could have experienced this.
The final girl, however, got through with aplomb, at least she seemed to experience less pain than the first one. Even the last five brutal strokes lengthways along the entire length of her vaginal slit did not bring her close to submission. The Dom was obviously expert at this and had a technique whereby the first stroke would land exactly between the girl’s pussy lips, spreading them slightly. The second and third strokes would then land slightly to one side, parting the lips further and opening the girl so that the fourth and fifth strokes landed on the unprotected inner walls of the vagina. I could not imagine what the level of the pain would be, let alone how the girls could withstand it.
As before I was required to follow up the cunt whipping with a fuck and this time it was a serious affair. This girl was not about to come.
‘Harder, Master’, she could whisper in a husky voice. ‘Fuck me harder!’
And I would step up the pace and grind with even greater force into the girls’s swollen cunt. Then,
‘Harder, Master, Fuck me harder!!”
And so on until I was myself at the end of my tether. By now the Dom was fully aroused. She had unzipped her latex suit revealing large pendulous breasts with extended areolas and long, hard nipples with which she played.
‘Fuck that girl!’ she demanded, and as I was obviously beginning to flag, she decided to help me along by cracking me across the backside with her whip. Even the first stroke hurt, and by the time she was up to five there was no stopping here.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…..’ she screamed, punctuating each expletive with a fresh crack of her leather thong, each more vicious than its predecessor. Anxiously I looked at the girl for signs of an impending orgasm, but to no avail. She just looked up at me with her cow eyes and said ‘Harder, Master, harder. Fuck me harder!!’ And so it became a matter of self-preservation that I should end this myself which, mercifully, occurred before my ass was cut to ribbons. I pulled away and with a great exhalation of breath spewed cum all over that ruby red and glistening cunt before me.
The Dom was clearly quite taken with the scene.
‘Myohmy,’ she sighed. ‘The stud can’t keep it up. Ohwell! There’s always later!?’
At which she turned and stomped away, her boot heels clicking on the floor of the cellar room. I looked down at the now comatose figure of the girl, white limp body criss-crossed from top to bottom with angry red stripes culminating in a dense mesh across the inner parts of her thighs and across her entire vaginal area. The red of her cunt was now spotted with my milky white come and I remember reflecting that this seemed to me at the time, quite paradoxically,
the most erotic vision I had ever encountered. Obviously, I had got used quite effectively to the notion of pleasure and pain, to the point of having even participated actively myself, as the weals across my backside reminded me. I had certainly not protested when the Dom did this to me, nor even minded. In fact, I knew inside myself that the beating, however short and mild, had served to excite me to the point of orgasm. I remember thinking there and then that I had to get hold of myself. This was exciting me too much. I was becoming accustomed to the coupling of sexual pleasure with the inflicting of pain, even though it was not I who was doing the inflicting. It was exciting me more and more nevertheless. I remember thinking that one day not so very far away I would have to return to my former life as an accountant, going home every evening to a lonely apartment to eat a TV dinner in front of the tube. How would I manage to find and keep a girlfriend if secretly my earnest desire was to see her tied to a post, royally laced with weal marks and viciously cunt-whipped?
Angel appeared and took me by the arm.
‘You survived, I see,’ she said with only the faintest trace of sarcasm.
‘Angel, I don’t like this,’ I said to her urgently. ‘I agree I got excited. I did find the whipping of the girls a turn-on. I won’t deny it. I even didn’t mind when she whipped me. But this shouldn’t go on. It’s not good for me. Get me out of here!’
But Angel just smiled sweetly.
‘Not to worry,’ she said. ‘You’re doing fine. We’re down to two and Tracy will soon finish off one or other of them off. She may not need you at all any more. Hang in there. We’ll soon be alone together…… And besides, I wouldn’t like to think what Clint would do to those poor girls if he got let loose now after he’s been jerking off all day out there in the hot sun. Take a break. Use the pool. Relax a bit.’
And what could I say. I should have put my foot down and just left. But then I would never have known what Tracy did to the girls next, nor which of these would crack first. I have to be honest and admit to a certain fascination with the whole scenario. I don’t know. Maybe I really am a sadist at heart?
I went out to the pool and did a couple of laps to clear my head and get the musk of the cellar out of my skin and hair. The warm California sun smoothened out the wrinkles in my brain and calmed me. I lay on my chaise longue with my eyes closed, hoping that I would not need to return to the scene in the cellar, but nevertheless becoming more and more curious as to what was happening down there. And in the end, I have to admit, it was the curiosity that got the better of me. I persuaded myself that it was concern for the girls that drove me down there, but this is not the truth. I knew Tracy was torturing them and I wanted to see it. That’s the honest truth, and if you judge me harshly all I can say is, beware you ever get yourself into a similar situation!
As I arrived in the cellar and my eyes accustomed themselves to the light I saw that the two girls were back on their trestles impaled on their dildos. Angel was sitting on a chair in the corner cradling her camera, but Tracy was nowhere to be seen.
‘What happens next?’ I asked Angel, who just shrugged.
Presently, Tracy appeared carrying a large plastic receptacle. She placed the receptacle on a table and beckoned me to help her lift the girls off their dildos and to deposit them on low, narrow benches that had been set out, each facing directly into a camera. The benches were like those one encounters in sports’ changing rooms, but were padded in strategic locations, most noticeably beneath the girls’ rumps, which were slightly elevated. Tracy tied the girls’ wrists and ankles loosely to rings placed at strategic positions. Their hands brushed the floor below their waists and their legs were drawn straight upwards, spread wide and oriented slightly backwards, with the aid of ropes arranged around pulleys. Tracy adjusted the pulleys and the ropes until the splay of the girls’ legs left their groins and vaginas exposed, stretched, vulnerable, and directly in view of the cameras. She admired her handiwork.
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Cockatoo Part 1 It's a clich?, isn't it? Man comes home early and finds his wife in bed with someone else. Only slightly less of a clich? in my case, as the "someone else" was my wife's closest girlfriend - closest in every sense of the word. It was a quick divorce; no kids, only a rented flat, so the only squabbles were about books and cds. In the end I told her to keep the lot. I wanted to make it a clean break. I managed to fit all I owned into the boot of my small car. I was 25 ye...
Cockatoo Part 5 I lived for feedback. [email protected] "That's nice, baby," I heard Alex say. Something was wrong though, Alex's voice wasn't coming from on the bed and if she had my cock in her mouth how could she say anything? Her voice seemed to be coming from the somewhere further away. I opened my eyes and saw her sitting in her robe on one of the couches. It took me a good few seconds to process that and as I looked down the bed I saw Areeya, naked, smiling and...
Cockatoo Part 16 I live for feedback [email protected] We decided to have a celebration dinner tonight downstairs and Alex disappeared to the restaurant to organise the dinner. Areeya had to go down to Cockatoo to sort out some issues they were having and so I was left to my own devices for a while. We agreed we would all get together at Cockatoo for a drink before dinner. The first thing I did was to email Sam about how the plan had worked out. I had an email back in...
Cockatoo Part 23 I love feedback [email protected] Twitter @nikkie_silk Jandaeng was wearing a pair of those mirror aviator sunglasses beloved of all Asian movie heavies. It obviously meant I couldn't see his eyes, but even if I could see them, I guessed I wouldn't learn much. He let me stew for a few minutes, hoping that I would say something to fill in the silence following his remarks about Tony. I said nothing, not willing to give away anything that Jandaeng didn't...
Cockatoo Part 29 Nikkie Silk I love feedback [email protected] My heart skipped a beat as I heard Shane's voice from behind me and felt his hand on my shoulder. It couldn't be, I thought, I must be so tired I was hallucinating. Alex said, "Hi Shane, glad you could join us." Nin looked as if she had seen a ghost, Areeya was smiling in welcome and I felt like I would pass out. The hand moved off my shoulder and Shane's massive frame came into sight. "Hi Nin, Hi Areeya."...
Cockatoo Part 31 Nikkie Silk Previously in Cockatoo: Jamie and Nin had made it back to Koh Samui after their journey to Bangkok to warn Kritsada. Jamie, Alex and Shane had sailed to the West Coast for a short vacation where Jamie and Shane had made love. The trio had sailed back and were in Cockatoo where they were attacked. Pao had stepped between Jamie and the attacker and been stabbed. There was pandemonium inside Cockatoo in the moments after Pao had been stabbed. As I cradled...
Cockatoo Part 32 Nikkie Silk Jandaeng's voice came through loud and clear and chilled me to the bone. "It seems you've had some trouble at your bar over there, James." Bad news travels fast I thought. I hated the sound of his voice. It made my flesh creep and took me straight back to the bar in Bangkok and what he had done to me that night. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice as calm as possible. "Yes Inspector, the mamasan was stabbed in a bar fight. I'm...
Cockatoo Nikkie Silk Previously in Cockatoo "I'm sorry, James. It's Kritsada, he wants a word." I took the phone from Praew and she disappeared from the room. "Hello, khun Kritsada." "Hello, my dear James, I hope you've had a good time with Praew?" "Yes, sir. She has been a most gracious host. Is there something I can do for you?" "Yes, James, there is. You remember the party I talked about this week? The one you will be coming to?" "Yes, of course." "Well, I have...
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. This is a bit of an intermission, a bit of a bridge between "act 1" and "act 2" if such things can possibly exist without any sort of actual, long-term planning on my part....
Apologies, I had a blonde moment and missed a chapterHere is the missing one and the latestCockatoo Part 16I was getting seriously pissed off being everyone’s punch bag, but hehad me backed into a corner, and I knew I would have to go along withhim. But, it gave me a glimmer of hope that I could get Jandaeng off myback. With my head in my hands I said, ‘I have no choice, I agree.’He pushed my phone and wallet back across the table. They had been takenfrom me in the van on the way here. I was...
Cockatoo Part 3 I live for feedback [email protected] I took another swig of beer and tried to look innocent. Alex looked at me for a few seconds as if making up her mind about something, took my hand and pulled me up, "James, I always thought you were a perfect gentleman, come on I think we should go eat." The strange thing was she didn't let go of my hand as we walked out of the bar. We walked slowly back to Koh Samui Blue, the action had really kicked off now. The...
Cockatoo Part 7 I live for feedback [email protected] "Shit," I thought as the water closed over my head, "this wasn't part of the plan." I had no idea how long I had spent under water but I could see a bright light above me and I thought it must be the sun shining through the water as I clawed myself towards the surface. But, I thought, "No, that can't be. It was dark when I fell in." The light grew brighter and brighter and I wondered "Maybe I'm dead." I tried to open...
Cockatoo Part 12 I live for feedback [email protected] I woke up to find my ear being nuzzled and kissed from behind. Mmm, that's a nice way to wake up, I thought. I felt a hand slide over my waist and begin to rub my cock. Even better, I thought. I remembered that Pao had stayed the night and rolled over to see...Areeya's face smiling back at me. If it were possible to jump two steps back when you're lying down, that's what I did. "My God, where did you come from?" I...
Cockatoo Part 18 I live for feedback [email protected] Previously in Cockatoo James, recently divorced, travels to Bangkok on business for a fresh start. He meets Alex, a friend from their university days, whom he discovers is now transgender. Alex and her partner, Areeya, a Thai girl, run a successful restaurant and ladyboy bar on Koh Samui, an island off the coast of Thailand. James falls in love with Alex and all three manage to survive a pirate attack in the waters...
Cockatoo Part 21 I live for feedback [email protected] I glanced back as I left the bar at Tony, who was smirking all over his face and I swore to myself I would wipe that look off his face as soon as I could. I hurried back to the apartment, where Alex was working on some business for the restaurant. I let her listen to the conversation on the tiny recorder I had used to tape everything that was said. I could see she was getting more and more angry as the...
Cockatoo Part 36 Nikkie Silk We turned around to see Shane standing there clapping his hands and grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, let's get moving. Neither of you want to be around when the cops start asking questions." We followed Shane down the alley and away from where we had been until we found a bar far enough away that we felt safe. I badly needed a drink, so we ordered some beers and then we all started to talk at once. Shane put his hand up and said, "One at a time....
The nurse, Kara according to her nametag, stared back at me. She was supposed to be watching me, for reasons not quite clear, but I could tell she was listening to the conversation in the next room. I was, too. "...horrible shock. It surprised all of us, she was such a sweet girl, and of course we had no idea she would do such a thing. Tracy took it especially hard -- she and Elizabeth were so close." Believe me, mom, you have no idea... I chewed on my lip and tried to look scared...
I've always been a fan of John Goodman, mostly because he has that rear fatso beauty. One day I decided to sneak inside a set of a movie he was shooting. I wanted to get into his trailer, but found out he has left to his hotel, and decided to go there. I managed to steal a key to his suite. I dressed up like the room-service guy and went to his room. I carried honey, remembering he said in an interview he can't resist it. I knocked on his door and he told me to come in (God, he has the...
By the time I was fourteen I was already quite muscular from sports and the changes of puberty. During the Xmas break in high school, I was finally catching up on my sleep. I also began to awaken every day with an immense hard-on. I had heard about jerking off from the older boys on my sports teams. I experimented and learned the pleasures of touching myself. My older sister noticed that I was becoming quite grown up too. How could she not; I was already four inches taller than her even though...
IncestCockatoo Part 25“Shoot him.”Aki’s voice bounced around the walls of the garage as I stared down at the gun in my hand, unable to grasp what was happening. Aki stood behind me, wrapped my fingers around the stock and pushed my forefinger through the trigger guard. He held his hand over mine and pointed the pistol at Jandaeng. “Shoot him and you will be rid of him.”I looked at Jandaeng and even now he stared defiantly back at me. My finger tightened on the trigger and inside a voice told me to do...
Cockatoo Part 8Shane's lips brushed mine so gently I wasn't sure he had kissed me atall, as if he was still giving me the chance to back out. I closed myeyes and pressed my lips onto his and I felt the pressure increase andwe were kissing properly, his lips crushing mine. I felt lightheaded,and the blood began to pound in my ears as I felt his arm pull mecloser. I hesitantly put my hand up to his face to stroke his cheek, andI was shocked to feel his stubble beneath my fingers. It was enough...
Cockatoo Part 8 I live for feedback [email protected] Alex took all my cum into her mouth and then stood up to face me. She kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue opening up my lips and I suddenly realised this time she hadn't swallowed and was pushing my cum into my mouth. I gagged a little as I tasted it on my tongue but Alex kept her lips locked over mine until I was forced to swallow. She broke the kiss and pushed her middle finger into my mouth and I rolled my tongue...
Cockatoo Part 9 I live for feedback [email protected] Areeya came back into the room, gave me a kiss and sat down on the sofa with Alex and me. I wanted to know a little more about her father before meeting him this evening. He was flying in from Bangkok on the company plane and would only be here overnight to have dinner with us. I asked Areeya about her father and she said he was really looking forward to meeting me this evening. I said that I would be honoured to meet...
Cockatoo Part 14 I live for feedback [email protected] Maybe things could have been different I don't know, but I found myself in a taxi on the way to Samui airport. I was struggling to come to terms with what had happened and I felt physically sick at what I had heard. I had to get the taxi driver to stop so I could retch at the side of the road. I managed to buy a ticket on the next flight to Bangkok and by mid afternoon I was back in the city. I booked into a hotel...
Cockatoo Part 15 I live for feedback [email protected] This chapter is dedicated to two very good friends of mine, Jerry and Samantha Anne. I caught the first flight out to Samui and as soon as I landed I rang Areeya on her mobile. She picked up but didn't say anything; she must have recognised my number. I said quickly, "Areeya please don't hang up. I need your help." There was silence but at least she didn't hang up. "Areeya, I need to see Alex. I know you...
Cockatoo Part 17 I live for feedback [email protected] I woke early the next day, my mind already full of what I needed to do. Alex had spooned up to my back during the night and she was snoring gently, her hand laid across my waist. I gently interlaced her fingers with mine and she stirred but did not wake. I lay there for a while planning what I was going to say to Kritsada later that day. Once I had sorted out what to do, I slowly got out of bed and stood looking down...
Cockatoo Part 27 Nikkie Silk I live for feedback [email protected] Shane's lips brushed mine so gently I wasn't sure he had kissed me at all, as if he was still giving me the chance to back out. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips onto his and I felt the pressure increase and we were kissing properly, his lips crushing mine. I felt lightheaded, and the blood began to pound in my ears as I felt his arm pull me closer. I hesitantly put my hand up to his face to stroke his...
Cockatoo Part 34 Nikkie Silk I woke to find Alex already up and talking with Nin. My shoulder was still aching, so I swallowed a couple of painkillers with some orange juice before remembering to ask Alex about Pao. She was improving fast, and would be discharged either today or tomorrow. Alex wanted to stay in Bangkok, but I told her to go back to Samui to be with Areeya. In the back of my mind I had the idea that it would be safer there. I also said to Nin that she should also...
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“It went –zzzzip- when it moved and POP when it stopped and =Whirrrrrrrrrr= when it stood still, I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.” -from “The Marvelous Toy,” by Tom Paxton I found it in a shoebox with a few of Grandpa’s old things, his dog tags from the army, a broken wristwatch without a band, some faded picture postcards, a lapel pin from some kind of fraternity or honor society, a few scraps of paper, and half of an old Captain Mid-Nite secret decoder ring. All that...
fue también de mis primeras experiencias, sucedió una noche en que salí a caminar, iban a dar las siete y estaba lista para salir a vivir afuera, ¡dejar el closet por unas horas!, me observé en el espejo de cuerpo entero en la habitación, me gustó la chica que se asomaba ahí, convencida de mi presencia salí y me dirigí hacia Diaz Mirón, por supuesto que me sentía nerviosa, y una sensación de algo parecido a estar flotando, a veces era como escuchar todo muy lejano, y a veces el corazón...
_________________________________________________________________________ This work of fiction (pack of lies) is copyrighted by the author. Permission is hereby granted to re-post it to any FREE site provided the title, text, and author's name are unchanged. This is a little something I came up with while trying to work out the kinks in another story. I only wish it had come a couple of weeks earlier. _________________________________________________________________________ ...
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