Hardware Store Adventures
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The issue of the store was taken out of our hands late that year. A competitor of ours, who had a number of regional stores and was also a client of our buying group, approached us to see if we would be interested in selling. Our mercurial growth and profit spurt had gained a lot of attention at the buying group and I guessed they had mentioned it to this other firm. Central Valley Hardware had been looking to expand further and we were ideally located to fit with their plan. The real...
The “Mitzi Problem” solved itself in a way that neither of us could have expected. John found someone else! Mitzi had opened the door to John’s libido, and with his semi-rock star status with our music group, he was attracting the attention of other young ladies. I hadn’t been paying much attention to the handful of spectators that would drop in to watch and listen to us play during our jam sessions. John was still wearing his “signature” cowboy hat, wraparound sunglasses, and black X-man...
I spent the Christmas and New Year split between my grandparents and the Alvarez family. I was reasonably well received by Marianna’s parents, probably because Donna also vouched for me. I wasn’t surprised to find that several of the Alvarez family were musicians and New Year’s Eve was nothing short of a blast. With guitars, trumpets, Donna’s base fiddle, a couple of tambourines and a lot of hooting and hollering, it was the most fun I’d had at any party. By the end of the evening, well...
I’d had some serious thinking to do about what I could do with the release of my share of the insurance money from my parents’ death. I had passed my twenty-first birthday and the amount was much larger than even I anticipated. Grampa had hinted that the accumulated interest and his shrewd (in my opinion) investing had multiplied it over the nearly eighteen years since their passing. John and I would split nearly eight hundred thousand dollars and that was a lot of money for anyone to...
I was getting a great deal of enjoyment out of the music store and the special Saturdays that we had created. The results of our efforts were beginning to show in our sales as well. Solomon’s was alive and people noticed. Gradually, the Saturday morning jam sessions took hold and various people with instruments showed up to participate. I didn’t want them to overpower the kids on the ukuleles, so we made sure the kids got priority from 9am to 10:30am and then it was open to all comers. As a...
Midnight, Halloween, 2015. I clipped the studded, leather lead to my whore's collar and walked her out my apartment door. She was dressed in a bed sheet, not a stitch of clothing underneath. Three holes were cut out of the sheet. Two for holes for her eyes, and a larger hole for her mouth. She wanted to go 'sex' trick or treating as a naughty ghost. I obliged her. Halloween is her favorite day of the year. It’s also her birthday. She turned twenty-one. I had something special in store for...
TabooTHE MAKING OF A BLACK COCK WHOREValerie sat there questions filled head. How did this all happen to her? A year or slightly more she was just a normal white girl fantasies filled her head, the usual kind for a 21 year old, plenty of cocks fucking her. Sometimes she was bound so no escape in the end always covered in cum some even pissed on her she was their fuck slut to be used.But in reality she knew she would run a mile if this was to happen to her, so no harm in thinking it surely.Valerie...
This is a story about a married lady who explored the kinky virtual world to get out of the day to day boredom. Rekha, 23, was what one could call a perfect marriage partner. She could pass for a model any given day. She used to be slightly slim then what she was now but the extra kilos had added more to her charm and looks. The extra kilos were gained at the right places. Anupam, 26, her husband was a land shark. He could make money out of sand. His obsession was to increase his land bank and...
This fantasy is a combination of two, c my slave enjoys to be degraded and the more harshly, the harder she cums. The second is mine, I have for as long as I can remember been turned on by women used by older men, someone they should not be attracted to and would not normally even look at, but a strong dominant alpha male that they cannot help but submit to. This has been fuelled by c’s past, as when she was 25, she experimented with a male around 25 years older than her. If you have not read...
Friday afternoon need Ironmongers before they shut !!! On way there in the van a notice one very tidy woman going in size 14 who knows size 5 shoe with 5" heels fu**ing super sexy fashion tights and fluffy jacket long dark hair nice , hanging about couple mins let her go first. On entering a find her trying to explain what she needed, young Sean behind the desk ( head less chicken ) trying to figure out what she means looks as confused as she explains, making way round the shelf's so I get...
I haven’t told you a lot about my brother John, but he is a very unique individual. We don’t really know why he is different. Our doctor simply said his brain was wired differently than ours. As I’ve explained, he isn’t lacking intelligence ... in fact, quite the opposite. Inside that head of his is an IQ that is far above mine. It’s just that he doesn’t take many opportunities to show it. So far, only his school work reveals just how smart he really is. I’m sure part of it is his amazing...
That was the first big event of the summer of 1999. The second was even more amazing. I was sitting in on an evening session in the music room at college with John and the usual gang. Both Marianna and Donna Alvarez were there along with Clary, Juan, John, and Ardelle. We were pretty much the core group with two or three others who might join us off and on, but with no predictable regularity. We were messing around with a Fleetwood Mac song, trying to get the sound right when a young woman...
Juan did indeed come into the store, bringing with him two of his band mates. Dave Ritter was their rhythm guitarist while Tony “Far Out” Farquharson played tenor sax, alto sax, and recorder. He loved to wail when he had the chance and he was very good by my reckoning. The other members of the group not present were the drummer and the bass player. “So, what are you looking for, guys,” I asked as the introductions were made. “I want to move up my keyboard into something more versatile,”...
The week seemed to drag by far more slowly the closer it got to Friday. It’s not like I didn’t have plenty to do, but every time I looked up at the clock on the wall, it appeared to have stopped for a while. That was particularly true when Friday finally arrived. I’d had my blue blazer and tan slacks dry cleaned before splurging on a new cotton dress shirt in pale blue and a nicely patterned colored tie in pastels with a blue accent. My dress shoes hadn’t been worn since dance class, so they...
That first date worked into another, then another. It was becoming obvious that there was mutual attraction going for us. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was wise, and well educated, and fun. I learned that her position in the dental clinic was a professional one with a certificate of accreditation. It implied that her income might be more than I first suspected. “Did you ever decide on the keyboard and amplifier?” I asked one day when we were out for a drive on a sunny Sunday...
The next four years rolled by and I was facing my thirtieth birthday. A succession of temporary girlfriends came and went, none of them really “keepers.” I was beginning to despair that I would never find that one woman who was exactly right for me. My grandparents were approaching their eightieth birthdays, but still in good health and genuinely enjoying their retirement. Three years previously, they had decided to move into a small gated community designed for seniors. The old house was...
I got a decent night’s sleep despite my discomfort over Marianna’s wanting to talk to me. I didn’t really know what to expect, and I didn’t know how to respond. Ordinarily, that would have kept me awake wondering what was coming, but not that Saturday night. Marianna arrived just before ten thirty and I ushered her into the house. “This looks completely different from what I remember. What have you changed?” she asked. I shrugged, “A coat of paint, some new windows and doors ... and the...
I realized as we sat there that we had finally made physical contact with each other. Both of us had recovered from her earlier melt-down and could once again carry on a conversation like old friends. She didn’t show any signs of being anxious to leave, so we continued to talk, trying to connect once more I suppose. I spent some time filling in the blanks on my activities for the years that she was away. I told her of my brief relationship with Rhonda Carter, but nothing more than vague...
That Saturday morning session at the store did more to restore my equilibrium around Marianna than anything else. The tension I’d felt earlier when we first talked had dissipated. We weren’t back to where we were at college, but I could feel we were approaching that stage. The question in my mind was whether or not to make the first move. My senses told me that she was much more inclined to try and reestablish a relationship than I was at that point. I’d been burned once and that was enough....
It took less than a week for the law suit to disappear. Clary reported that the law firm in San Francisco was what he called a “convenience store operation” that were in over their heads when they realized there was no chance of cashing in on the suit and that international law was involved. That was one problem solved. I was over at the Alvarez home by invitation on Sunday evening. Mama made it clear that it was a standing invitation and that two little girls would be disappointed if I...
I felt reenergized with Marianna and the girls moving in. I wasn’t surprised at Mama Alvarez, who wrapped me in a bear hug and made sure I understood just how happy she was. But Papa and the boys were just as happy too. They knew how close we had been and how upset I was when she left. They also pined for their daughter, thousands of miles away in a foreign land with little communication. The Alvarez’s were a tight family and Marianna had been an important part of that bond. Now she was back...
It was hot that August, hotter than usual, the locals believed. Our home and the store was air conditioned, as were our vehicles. But hot is hot and it limited the outdoor time for the girls. We were constantly reminding them to wear sunglasses, a hat, and put on sunscreen. I glanced at the thermometer at the back of the house when I arrived home one afternoon and saw the mercury barely below 100° in the shade. I wondered how outdoor workers like roofers and other construction workers...
Author's Note: This is the second Golden Gloom story. I'd like to encourage anyone else who is interested to have a go writing other stories around the same concept. This story and the first one: Golden Gloom - SLAG, lay out the basic premise and "rules" of the story universe. It would be nice to see some other interpretations. And now on with the story... The Golden Gloom - WHORE By Emma I was almost certain she was a whore and that tantalised me - that I was spying on her...
Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore – you cannot be serious I hear you cry – well I am as I reflect on my life in dresses to date and some of my experiences which I am about to write about here as a memoirs of a life in dresses.So why use the term ‘hooker’ or ‘whore’ – well what I am about to relate from my current stage of life the memories are that upon reflection the meets I am about to relate felt more like me being a provider of sexual services and pleasure to people desperate...
Whore by Angela J. I used to love fucking whores. I fucked whores every chance I got. The best way to describe the way I was is to say that I was addicted to fucking whores. It's not like I couldn't get a girlfriend. I just didn't want one. For me, sex with a girlfriend was boring. So quickly my girlfriends became my ex-girlfriends. Fucking descent girls actually felt like a chore. Sure I got off from fucking nice girls but it took allot of effort. I had to pretend that I was...
by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Six: Rex Buys a Whore Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Thursday, May 26th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA Reina and Queenie slipped into the outdoor shower stall with me as the sun peaked over the mountains. Water rained down on us from a tin bucket punctured with small holes My thoughts tumbled together the last two days. My parents might come back. I might get to see them. And I had promised to stop them...
Her lace and silk white dress gave her a cleavage which was noticeable because of her 38C breasts being pushed up by the tight fit. She had considered not wearing a bra, but in the end she chose to put on the lace white bra as it matched her panties and stockings, which she was wearing for her husband later that night. All she had to do was put on her shoes and veil and then wait for her father to come to her room and take her down to the priest, family, and friends, all waiting to see her...
This is the true story of one of my recent Friday afternoons. I have tried to relate the events as accurately as possible without embellishing any of the details. If anyone finds it interesting I might write about other Fridays and maybe tell the story of how this all began.I came in from work and was excited to find that my girlfriend Sherry had already made it back from picking up our special friend, “Mouth Whore”. Her real name is Amber but I thought the name I picked was a more fitting one....
You, Alexandria, awake in the middle of the night to a stirring inside. It is building up and your pussy begins to get very moist, glistening with your juices. All you want is to have your pussy used and fucked like a true whore. A little about yourself: you stand at 5' 7", just over 200lbs., with long, dark hair and blue eyes. You have a 36B chest, a completely shaved, tight pussy and a big fat ass that loves to be spanked and fucked. You have been waking up like this in the middle of the...
I stood idly on the weed strewn platform with the blustery wind ruffling my thin summer suit, as it rattled the locked waiting room door and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected station garden and I watched the little train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to pick me up in the Rolls Royce. Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station house across the road...
Somewhere in the South of England in the summer of 1911. She looked at me across the Officer's Mess with complete disdain, as if I was something she had trodden in, as was her right as the daughter of the Colonel of the 2nd (Home Service) Battallion the North Dorsetshires while I was a mere sergeant She wasn't an exceptional beauty, or even voluptuous., She just had that air of haughtiness that made me want to push her against a tree rip her things off and show her exactly what I...
Shara giggled with her friends at Finnegans Bar after they clinked glasses and toasted to the promotion she received at work earlier that day. They made plans to go out dancing and drinking to celebrate her good fortune. Truth be told she had worked long hours and most weekends for the past 6 months to proove her worth to the company. She was happy they finally noticed her!! Once they arrived at the bar, Shara spent most of her time on the dance floor, while the girls opted to sit at their...
John and Evan moved in with Emma the next day! During the move, one of them was with her at all times. They didn’t want her escaping now they had her. She was their whore, and they intended to make a lot of money pimping her out! They would keep her in line with their own two cocks, their cocks and their bondage adventures with her. She would learn what it means to be submissive!The next day at dinner, John and Evan started explaining what she would be doing“First and foremost, we will fuck you...
This story was written for the enjoyment of Adults only. Please feel free to send me comments on my work, I love hearing from you. Send any comments to [email protected]. THE SEA WHORE Written by 4play Chapter 1: The CaptureJohnny The day was sunny and warm as I headed east on I-10 from Tucson. I was driving my new BMW convertible with the top down. My car had been an early graduation...
Saffron sat quietly with her workmates in a downtown bar one Friday evening as they toasted the promotion Frank had secured at work earlier that day. She was glad to be included in the party as she never really felt part of the team since she moved from Denver to take the job over six months ago. This was the first time she had ever been asked along on a night out. Sometimes she felt her coworkers never noticed she was there. Saffron listened politely, too reserved and shy to chip in...
It was just another trip to the mall, another mini shopping splurge. She'd spent a little longer walking around the mall than she'd thought, and was running late for a night out with the girls. Hurrying off the escalator while searching through her oversized bag for her car keys, Bree barely noticed the 2 men who fell in step on either side of her. She was jerked back to awareness when both her arms were grabbed and a menacing voice told her to keep quiet or bad things would happen.Shocked into...
This story was written for the enjoyment of Adults only. Please feel free to send me comments on my work, I love hearing from you. Send any comments to [email protected]. THE SEA WHORE Written by 4play Chapter 1: The Capture Johnny The day was sunny and warm as I headed east on I-10 from Tucson. I was driving my new BMW convertible with the top down. My car had been an early...
This is a true story about a woman I met almost two years ago and how an amazing transformation. It may get a little long and detailed but I think (and hopefully you do as well) worth it. I met Nata when she called my business requesting a home inspection. when I met her she was the most uptight, rigid woman I think I had ever met. She was (still is) married to a very bland, boring man who seemed very disinterested in just about everything. A few days after the inspection she started texting me...
InterracialLISA'S INTRODUCTION TO BECOMING A BDSM WHORE SLAVEGIRL CHAPTER 1Lisa looked at herself in the mirror before she left home with her husband, John. She was 26 years old, 7 years younger than John, and knew she was a real looker as John would say. Her hair was a golden blonde cut just above her shoulders and kept in a very simple style, she had large blue eyes, beautiful cheek bones and a pretty nose, she thought her mouth was a little too large but she had lovely shapely lips and nice teeth. Lisa...
Joe had been sent out of town on a demonstration tour for a few days and when I went to work that first morning I had an easy day until near the end of it when I got a call from the department boss to come by his office for some extra work. This was not unusual so I didn't give it much thought. As I entered Jake's office he had me sit down and we started to work on the project he was involved in. After an hour or so he decided we needed a break and he suggested we go back to his place for...
Introduction: Reluctant workplace fun I was feeling confident as I sat at the table, secure of my position as the golden girl of the organisation, the rising star, unmissable and undeniable. I was the only woman round the table with 15 men, but I was confident enough to take them all on and more besides. I caught my managers eye and brought up my presentation on my computer, so it displayed on the media wall at the front of the boardroom. Getting up, I smoothed my skirt over my narrow hips,...
Salma, my wife’s best friend is the dirtiest, nastiest slut in the world. She was a whore who loved to get fucked like a bitch in heat. I just could not get enough of this bitch. I wanted to fuck her and lick her and suck her till she was screaming like a bitch in heat. I had been fucking her at the back of my unsuspecting wife. And once when I was fucking my Maya, I said,” Your friend, Salma, is a real whore!1 Have you seen the way she sways her ass? She must be a whore in bed, I can swear!”...
Alice the Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Chapter One “Alice the Gutter Whore”Alice couldn’t remember the moment she first started wanting, and lusting after physical contact with the opposite sex. But she figured that it was before she could walk. At just four years old and within her first week at school she was flashing her knickers in the playground for the price of an anissed ball. And for one more she would offer to pull them down. Her inquisitive sexual nature drove Alice to experiment with a...
And like any good slave she merely whispered, “yes Sir.” She dropped quickly to the ground. Almost instinctively. Once down on her knees, on the filthy concrete floor she proceeded to quickly undoing his belt. His bulging cock starting to push through his jeans. She knew what he wanted from her. She knew what to doo without ever being told. Before she could unbutton his pants, his thick shaft sprung out. Slapping her in the face. “That's it,” he whispered. “Open that pretty little...
I always felt that to live my sexuality fully, I needed more than the traditional. The usual sex, after a while, bored me and I needed to change and look for something else, whether it was another man or another experience, but without ever being able to feel satisfied. After many adventures that momentarily satiated my need for pleasure, my body felt painfully unsatisfied. There had to be more, much more! But in that search, I could not find "my two", my pair, someone who resonated with me to...
CrossdressingI always felt that to live my sexuality fully, I needed more than the traditional. The usual sex, after a while, bored me and I needed to change and look for something else, whether it was another man or another experience, but without ever being able to feel satisfied. After many adventures that momentarily satiated my need for pleasure, my body felt painfully unsatisfied. There had to be more, much more! But in that search, I could not find "my two", my pair, someone who resonated with me to...
The first time was in my parents attic. I fucked her on the floor and saw the blood drip out of her pussy, so I knew she was telling me the truth when she said she was a virgin. She was the most submissive girl I have ever fucked. I can't tell you the number of times I would have her strip stark ass naked and ride that way in our car. I would drive down the interstate, slowing down when I was pulling beside a semi, just so they could get a good look at her pussy and her firm little tits. She...
Bright lights, pubs and clubs. Laughter, shouting, drunkenness and expectation; scattered chips, spilled beer and kebabs reduced to vomit. Most married couples our age merely skirted the area, heading for the more upmarket restaurants, or maybe a bit of musical theatre. Not so Belinda and I.But we weren’t here for the pubs and clubs. Nor to laugh and shout. Nor were we drunk, though we’d popped into the Merry Crow for a drink. We were here for the narrow passage where a certain establishment...
OutdoorEmshon's Authors Note -- This is an older story of mine that was posted on Crystal's Story Site (R.I.P.) back in 2001. I'm going to consolidate everything here on Fictionmania. I hope you enjoy this oldie-but-a- goodie. Finding Wendy Whore It was late Friday night and I had enjoyed a few beers too many. As usual, I was feeling quite randy, so I decided to browse the internet and seek out a little cyber-action. I live in a small town some three hours outside of Dallas, so my...
Wife the whoreAfter her first dips into the wild side Kathy came up with all sorts of scenes and some of them were just off the wall. We had been playing for about a year and out drinking at a bar at the hotel we were staying at for the weekend and Kathy watched as three different women came into the bar and were picked up by what seemed to be total strangersKathy followed a woman into the ladies room and started a conversation with her and found out that this place was a great place to meet...
Yana of Wavaq, Age Fourteen Planet Wavaq[1] Year 9700, Earth Calendar My world is pretty bleak for females. We were conquered by the Prapt[2], the interstellar pimps. Why the slimiest, ugliest, invertebrate creatures in the known universe have a monopoly on prostitution, especially owning or controlling a majority of the most beautiful bipedal, mammalian females, is one of the mysteries of the universe. Wavaq females have long been considered the loveliest mammalians in the universe, even...
Nicolette is our office whore. She started as the receptionist, but it got so difficult to get inside the front door, what with all the men lined up to fuck her every day. It was simply easier to move her to another room. Besides, it’s difficult to answer the phone when your mouth is full of cock. Every morning we all must punch in. Company policy is quite specific, punching in consists of pumping a load of cum into one of Nicolette’s well-greased holes. She is our own very special...
Emshon's Authors Note--This is an older story of mine that was posted on Crystal's Story Site (R.I.P.) back in 2001. I'm going to consolidate everything here on Fictionmania. I hope you enjoy this oldie-but-a- goodie. Meeting Wendy-Whore For those of you just joining us; allow me to recap. In a nutshell, I'd been drinking one night when I started browsing the internet. I was only looking for a little harmless cyber-sex, but I happened upon a sex slave site that featured a...
Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.It was Saturday morning,...
IncestChapter 1 -- The Pick-up Every year I waited eagerly for the three days when PC-Expo was back in town. In the past, I was always able to find some willing and naive out-of-town female to pick up, "do the nasty," and say my hasty good-byes. Most of them were from some small hick town and were entranced with the Big Apple. In fact, that was both the nickname for the city, and for me. Most women just couldn't wait to sink their teeth into me. So there I was, looking for some love, on the last day...
Rinku got DK’s message about an urgent assignment for the day. She smiled as she wore a flaming red semi transparent lacy bra & matching panties. She wore a white satin shirt through which her red bra was visible quite clearly. She pulled up a dark mini skirt, which was more of a belt with two pieces of cloth in front & back. Both these pieces could be joined together with three big buttons on each side. She tucked her shirt in her skirt & wore a dark blazer to complete her sexy business...
Whore by Vickie Tern I was still groggy when my eyes opened, but I managed to blink a few times and then keep them open. No use, I was still hallucinating. I still imagined I was surrounded by beautiful girls. Each time I opened my eyes there they were. Five or more beautiful, scantily clad young women seated across from me at a big sunny table in a big sunny kitchen. Chatting casually together while eating toast and cereal and drinking coffee. ...
Ships Whore Pt. 1 Synopsis: A man is set up by his wife and shipped off to the infamous Trans V Ocean Lines. Here he is transformed into a tranvestite ships whore and forced to serve as a whore to all that desire her, after a while she gets to like it. Of course she eventually finds a way to turn the tables but must endure incredible humiliation and repeated gangbangs with a few thousand normal degrading sexual acts thrown in. Allison caught me eventually. My penchance for...