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Introduction: Sam Meets Claire DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of COMPLETE FICTION. Any likeness to individuals or events is unknown and unintended. This story contain descriptions about a sexual relationship between a young girl and a adult man. If you find such subject matter to be offensive, PLEASE STOP READING NOW !!!!! It is not my intent to offend you. This story is a continuation of Claire Chapter 1 and there are numerous references to that first story. I would encourage you...
When a vengeful woman turned the teenage Clark Kent aka Superboy into Claire Kent aka Super-Sister, that was the last anyone ever saw of Clark, or so Supergirl believed. So why, when she travels back in time from a period when her now adult cousin is the world-famous Superwoman, does she find a Smallville in which Superboy is back, and Claire Kent is one of the town's bad girls? CLAIRE KENT, ALIAS SUPER-SISTER: THE RETURN OF SUPERBOY by BobH (c) 2006 All characters herein...
CLAIRE KENT, ALIAS SUPER-SISTER: THE BEGINNING by BobH (c) 2006 All characters herein are the property of DC Comics. (Note: Though it last saw print over 40 years ago, the Superboy story "Claire Kent, Alias Super-Sister!" is still fondly remembered by many fans of TG fiction. The original was a mere 9 pages long so, understandably, the story was pretty compressed. In recent years, there's been a move in comics towards what has become known as 'decompressed' storytelling,...
Claire was your typical high school student. Except, she was one year older than the other students in her class after transferring schools this year. She was nineteen and managed to make a few friends and went to some of the parties now and then. She was the quiet type, but knew what she liked, enjoyed trying new things and was very open minded. She was a bit adventurous at times but far from being to the point where she made a spectacle of herself. She often thought about full blown sex and...
Introduction: Sam Meets Claire Again The following is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or events is unknown and unintended. This story does contain descriptions of a sexual relationship between an adult male and an underage girl. If you find such subject matter to be offensive, PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!! It is not my intent to offend you. This story is a continuation of Claire Chapters 1 & 2. I would encourage you to read those chapters first if possible to bring all the...
Flicking through the documents before me, there was no doubt. The invoiceswhich suppliers denied issuing, the cash transfers to an offshore account, the amendments to the company's financial ledger, it was clear that someone was perpetrating a fraud on the company. Tens of thousands of pounds, maybe more, had gone missing. As CEO, it was my responsibility to make sure that the fraud stopped and that the person responsible be brought to account for their behaviour.The simplest thing to do would...
I took a towel from the side of the sink and began to roughly dry off Claire's face and hair. I didn't want the dirty little a****l getting the carpets of my host's house all wet after all, did I? Claire struggled and squealed as I dried her off but soon her face was clean and dry and she was ready for more fun.Finally, I pulled the dog tail out of her ass. Claire moaned as it popped out. I took the tail and put it to one sideI ordered Claire onto her hands and knees once more and made her...
Claire and Abby were good friends of mine. In our fifth year at school we would spend a lot of time hanging out between exams and study periods. Sometimes it would just be me and Claire, Abby and I were friends but she was always a little shy and didn’t really spend time with me if Claire wasn’t around. That suited me fine though, Claire was fun to be with and when we were on our own we usually ended up exploring each other. We were never boyfriend and girlfriend but we had this kind of...
Introduction: Claire the model decided to take a risky painting job…but its okay, the cuffs are just made out of clay…right? Times up, ladies and gentlemen. Pencils down. Claire sighed, finally relaxing out of the position shed been in all class, drawing a pale blue soft robe around her as the art class around her began murmuring quietly. She looked away from the drawings theyd done of her, shed learned to never look at work people modeled after her. It made her feel weird to see the way they...
Claire had been married to her husband, Paul, for seven years. She was very pretty, about 5’2, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She was built solidly, without being overweight, had C cup boobs, gorgeous legs and a shaved pussy. Her sex life with Paul was far from normal. Sex had become a little risqué and rarely took place in the bedroom. That morning, she had woken up and masturbated, which had become her normal start to a day and went downstairs naked. She noticed the window cleaner was...
ExhibitionismClaire sighed, finally relaxing out of the position she’d been in all class, drawing a pale blue soft robe around her as the art class around her began murmuring quietly. She looked away from the drawings they’d done of her; she’d learned to never look at work people modeled after her. It made her feel weird to see the way they had drawn her. Everyone had a different drawing style. Goosebumps rose on her bare thighs and she rubbed her hands up her biceps. Why would they keep an art room so...
My friend Claire had been married to her husband Paul for seven years. I thought she was very pretty; 5’2, short blonde hair, blue eyes, solidly built without being overweight, with C cup boobs, gorgeous legs and a shaved pussy. For some time, she’d been telling me that a normal sex life between her and Paul had ended. Any sex that did take place had become a little risqué and rarely in the bedroom. Not for one instant did she suggest that they didn’t love each other, she merely wished that...
ExhibitionismClaire gets glasses ? Claire was unsure how she felt about her new glasses. ? On one hand they were very cute, having been both the most expensive pair at the store. And they did look good on her- she was one of those people who looked good either with or without glasses- same went for hats, but these days who actually wears hats anymore. ? But on the other hand, it was a sign that she was getting older and they were a pain to always remember to have with her.? Not that she needed them always,...
About the time the step-sister was giving my hero head, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I jumped, startled by the interruption, then closed the lid of my laptop before snarling "Who is it?" I was irritated that someone had interrupted my self-indulgence. I was naked under the blanket and my boner was aching from the pressure of built-up lust. The door opened a few inches and my little sister Claire stuck her head in and asked "What are you grouching about." "You’re bothering me. Go...
The women began to move towards the table and surround her. They swarmed around her - there were too many to count, but maybe twenty, maybe thirty. All of them were smartly dressed in their party attire, some of them wearing cocktail dresses, some more formal wear. There were beautiful young blondes, statuesque black women, raven haired beauties aged between 18 and their mid forties. Claire moved her head to look at these women - women who she had once been like: executives, doctors, lawyers,...
Bonjour à tous, Pour des raisons professionnelles, je passe une nuit par semaine, 1 fois par mois chez ma belle-sœurAprès quelques séjours, elle me domine maintenant complètement, elle est ma princesse et je lui dois donc une obéissance absolue.Elle reçoit l’aide et les conseils de Clélia, sa meilleure amie dont le petit copain, Marc, est un hardeurClaire, Clélia et Marc se sont retrouvés après que Claire m’ai sodomisé dans sa chambre.Claire avait besoin d’en parler avec des personnes de...
Claire was sitting at a table in the back of the coffee shop when I arrived. We’d been meeting off and on since we both met at a swingers club. Claire was single and enjoyed the no strings fun of playing with myself and my husband Phil.She smiled widely as I approached, her brown eyes lighting up. I pecked her cheek and sat across from her, brushing my soft summer dress as I sat. We made small talk as we drank our coffee. I slipped the sandals off my feet under the table and was able to raise...
A few years ago I met a lady online, a fair bit older than myself but became very good friends and now meet on a regular basis. The better we got to know each other the more she told me about things that had happened to her while she was married, eventually asking me to write about her experiences. Her name was Claire, thirty five years old, with medium length blonde hair, blue eyes and five feet three inches tall. She was solidly built, without being fat, doing a lot of horse riding when...
ReluctanceLooking down at Claire, kneeling naked in front of me, a throng of men and women joking and laughing at her predicament, I wondered just exactly what she was feeling. Shame and humiliation - most definitely. Regret that she had ever tried to steal from the company - certainly. But I sensed that, even though she would probably never admit it to herself, there was a frisson of sexual excitement at being treated like this bubbling away inside her. Deep down, I just knew that underneath all that...
Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately shopping seemed to be her only outlet. Her husband Frank was away on business at least three nights a week, and usually more. Not to be complaining, Frank is a wonderful provider and father for her and the twins, but it seemed like they hardly ever saw each other, let alone spending any...
LesbianAs she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire's thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper--OPENING FRIDAY!!! BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape, and for a thirty three year old she still could turn a man's head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated...
As she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire's thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper--OPENING FRIDAY!!! BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape, and for a thirty three year old she still could turn a man's head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated...
As she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire's thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper--OPENING FRIDAY!!! BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape, and for a thirty three year old she still could turn a man's head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated...
It was a wonderful summer fling, Claire and I had met on a summer camp where we were both working. We had real sexual chemistry and we would take every opportunity we could to get some alone time but that wasn't easy at a busy summer camp. So when the summer came to an end and Claire invited me to help her house sit her parents house I jumped at the chance even if it did mean a 3 hour car ride with Claire's friend Angela.Now don't get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with Angela as a person...
Looking down at Claire, I laughed at how stupid and degraded she looked. "What a dirty fucking whore," I said. "You know, ladies and gentlemen, I think she's more like a pig than a dog or a cat, don't you?" The audience standing around watching Claire's continuing abasement laughed and nodded their agreement."Yeah", chortled a guy wearing a dinner jacket, "A dirty fucking cum pig. That's what she is. What are you, whore?""A c…cump…ig, sir," mumbled Claire, blushing with shame.Christina pushed...
Claire and Mike had been friends ever since their bus rides in the 6th grade. She was a grade below him in school, but he always felt that she was closer to him than anyone his own age. She had blond hair blue eyes and a smile that could make Satan happy. Mike had always had a slight crush on Claire in school, but never said anything because he felt awkward about the age difference. On the bus they talked about everything, and on days when Mike was lucky they talked about girls. He had felt a...
First TimeLooking down on Claire, I thought back on how, over the past hour or so, she had been mistreated and abused and how as a result, this once proud and haughty businesswoman had been turned into a helpless sex slave. She had been pissed on, forced to lick pussy, fucked with a dildo, made to drink a bowl of cum, and subjected to relentless humiliation and degradation. I regretted in some respect that I hadn't had the opportunity to whip her and spank her, or tie those amazing tits of hers with rope...
After Claire and Rick had made love once more Claire got up because she heard a cat mewing. She went downstairs to open the back door and let it in and stared out into the night. There was only a rather thin layer of snow, the snow dunes she had hoped for had not materialized and the night was cold and clear again. She shook her head. There would be no way the bus wouldn’t come now, and so she could not keep Rick around for some more days. Maybe if she just asked… When she came back in the...
Claire peered out the window checking to see if Becky was on her way from across the street. Not that it really mattered, it's just that she was all ready to go and was getting a little fidgety waiting for the 18 year old baby sitter to arrive. It was so handy to have Becky so close and not to have to worry about using someone you didn't know, especially after hearing all those baby sitter horror stories! Just then there was a knock on the door and Becky entered the front vestibule. Claire was...
LesbianFrank couldn't wait to get home to show Claire the new toy he had picked up while a trip to Amsterdam, Netherlands. One evening while out one the town, Frank's host had taken him to the famous red light district, where there were hookers of every size, shape, color, and sex that a person could think of! Also in the area were many adult bookstores, to which Frank wandered into a large well lit one and was browsing the magazines when he noticed a display case with every kind of vibrator and dildo...
LesbianClaire and Liam Parker had always seemed like your perfect, young, mid-twenties, beautiful couple. She had the face on an angel. He was thin, yet with very well defined muscles. They always appeared happy, healthy, and loving to one another. Little did onlookers know, they both held a dark secret within. Liam Parker held a secret within the basement of their lovely home. Through the main hall and under the staircase was a mahogany wooden door. The door suspiciously held three locks upon it. No...
FetishI lived on a dead end street with only one other house, which was right next door. I lived with my father. My mother had died several years ago. I was on my own most of the time. I had just turned 18. I had a close friend who lived in the house next to ours. Her name was Claire and she had just turned 18, as well. Claire and I were as close as a brother and sister. We had grown up together since we were toddlers. We had our spats, as brothers and sisters do, but always made up and were close...
As Claire finished up her last aerobics exercise, she noticed a very muscular dark haired woman working out on the stationary bike in the strength and conditioning room. The woman was oblivious to everything around her because of the Walkman headphones attached to her weightlifting belt. Claire picked up her towel and walked directly towards the heavily sweating woman, and as she got closer, Claire could see the brunette was extremely well built and was much more heavily muscled than any female...
LesbianClaire carried the chips and dip on a tray into the family room where her two good friends Jill and Vera were watching a soap on the television. "Hurry up with that, I'm hungry," said a famished Vera! "You don't look hungry," kidded Jill while her friend made a face at her before diving right into the food!!! It was just a good old fashioned "hen party", with three girls trading gossip and watching the soaps! As usual, the conversation got trashier and trashier the longer they talked, and in no...
LesbianI awoke and felt so relaxed and the world a good place, the feeling lasted for perhaps a second or two, then I remembered... I’m not a bad man, really I’m not. But recently I did something which unsettled me greatly. I sort of had non-consensual sex with my wife’s best friend. I guess it could be called rape in a lot of people’s eyes. Oh, I wasn’t violent; though I sort of forced her (possibly, at first), but it wasn’t with her verbal consent and I did it when she (and I) were under the...
As she settled onto the bike next to her, the brunette gave Claire a courteous nod, and with this opening Claire nodded back and introduced herself. Turning off her headphones the woman introduced herself as Samantha or Sam for short as she reached out a small but powerful hand in an introductory shake. After some small talk, in which Claire found out that Sam was single, lived alone, worked in the Loop as an attorney, and drove a bright red Mazda Miata, Claire broached the subject of Sam's...
It’s a funny thing, time. It dulls the senses and affects your memories. Be honest, can you truthfully say that the things you remember from twenty years ago really happened the way you remember them? Some of the memories from my youth feel as if they are in black and white, like some Saturday afternoon matinee from the 50s on an obscure satellite channel. While others are in vibrant colour and full 3D. And yet, it’s those full-colour blockbuster memories that I’m sure are the ones most...
She was running late as usual! Claire just couldn't seem to get anywhere on time. Why in the world did she ever agree to attend a lingerie party at Cathy's house? With Frank away on business and it being a week night, she had had trouble finding a sitter for the twins. She was bone tired and prospect of watching a lingerie show was the last thing she wanted to do, but Cathy had invited her over a month ago and had promised an "interesting evening". How did she get roped into these things?!? Oh...
LesbianClaire woke me the next morning with her warm mouth round my semi hard cock, a few tugs and I was hard and fucking her pretty little face “Don’t cum in my mouth, I want it inside me” she instructed as I lifted her up onto my cock, she was bouncing on me harder than usual, and calling herself a dirty whoreIt was only then I saw her phone in her hand, she was video calling Craig and fucking me at the same time, I caught a glimpse of Craig wanking watching usI could feel Claire’s pussy squeezing...
I had met Claire at a spa weekend; she is a masseuse and had given me a massage that ended up with me having my first lesbian sex. But that's another story! We arranged to meet up outside the spa and perhaps see if we could take things a bit further. And so it was that one Friday evening we found ourselves at a bar getting to know each other a bit better.I should explain that Claire is very pretty and it was obvious she was going to attract a lot of attention. She's petite with medium...
I don't know how Claire got home - and frankly I don't care. But like the good little slave she now was, at 8:00 am exactly, there was a timid knock on the door of my office.I waited a minute or so before telling Claire to enter. Slowly the door opened and Claire nervously entered my office. I waved to her and bade her approach my desk. Slowly, hesitantly she walked over to me and stood apprehensively in front of me.I leaned back in my leather reclining chair to get a long look at her. And what...
Claire CrucifiedClaire was naked and tied to a cross. Not an X, but a real Roman-style cross--a perpendicular beam with a horizontal crossbar. Her wrists were bound with leather cuffs that attached to eye-bolts in the wood. Her long legs were tied together at the base of the cross, where her feet with her carefully painted red toenails rested on the ground. Stretched out naked like that, Claire looked almost too beautiful to flog, so I hit her extra hard, getting pleasure from the way her...
My best friend of 11 years is a woman called Claire. being a bloke and a female friendship people started to accuse us but we didn't care We have always had this bond between us like something I haven't felt before, we each have different partners in the past but never taken the step to try it out. At the time I was in a relationship with her sister Kerry. Claire had a new boyfriend every so often and I remember getting Very jealous and actually quite pissed off. They both lived In Peterborough...
EroticHi, my name is Claire, I was an average 21 year old student, um, I don't know if I need to tell you what I look like, but I'm small, blonde, pale and until a week ago I was relatively innocent. Oh my god, I've not been able to speak to anyone about this, but, um, please don't think badly of me...It was Friday night, my flatmates Anne and Emily were out, but I had stayed in to finish some coursework... I know, right? Coursework on a Friday night? Finally bored, I messaged Anne to see where...
My step-daughter Claire has been friends with Ana for ages. They are both eighteen, but Ana is a year behind Claire academically, so though Claire has gone off to her freshman year of college, Ana is a senior in high school. Pixie-ish and stout at 4'11", she's a handful, short black hair with straight bangs, a black leather motorcycle jacket and calf-height black leather doc marten boots, pale skin with liquid-quick ink-black eyes, a small mouth with poutly little lips, the physical opposite of...
The passionate interlude in the darkened shop entranceway between Claire Darcy and Arthur King had been a spur of the moment random impulse but Claire knew the unfortunate marriage to her anally obsessed spouse was soon to be a closed chapter in her life. Her lush garden was still trembling with the strength of Arthur's violent thrusts and the delicious stretching caused by his unusually thick shaft. She had not washed his spunk from her slit hoping that he had possibly managed to put her...
“Why? So, you can laugh in my face. Since I’ve known you, all the best guys in school have asked you out. All the really popular guys. And you’ve turned them down. What chance has a nerd like me got, eh? I mean look at you. You’re sweet and kind and the most caring girl in school. And by far the most beautiful. What would you want with someone like me, huh? So let’s just forget I said anything. I’ve said what I wanted to. I’ve made a fool of myself, so now I’m just going home and locking...
“Clarissa, this is Michael O’Dell, your father.”I don’t know who was more astounded, she or I.“But, mother, he can’t be over 40,” Clarissa declared.“By my count, 36. Am I correct?” Claire said.Still dumbstruck, I just nodded, the awkwardness of the moment leaving me mute.I finally ended the awkward silence, by asking Claire, “Why didn’t you tell me?”“It was the times, Michael,” Claire answered, “and the situation. If I admitted that you were the father of my baby, eventually, the fact that you...
Straight SexIt was a beautiful summers day in sunny Rome. Claire, a 21 year old receptionist from England was strolling down the stony paths with her boyfriend of 2 years Ryan, a 25 year old bricklayer also from England.They had always been rather happy in their relationship but neither knew that they were both hungry for something else... FROM someone else. They had planned the trip together, both telling each other that it would be very romantic to get away to the Italian capital. They promised each...
Note: This story isn’t as graphic as most, but it has the added element of being a true story. No, not a fake true story – a real true story. As you get into it, you can probably see that it’s true. It has a little humor (I can’t help it), but I know that’s not why you read these stories. Actually, it has quite a bit of sexiness to it for a true story, but it’s not wall to wall sexual description. If your horniness meter is flagging a bit, try it and see what you think. I might write another...
Pretty much a true story, this comes from an old clubbing friend I hadn’t seen for years. Claire & Angie’s Holiday AdventureI never really intended it to happen, but sometimes these things just do. Blame the heat, blame the booze if you like, and you can even blame me, because I don’t regret a thing. At least we’ve managed to contain it to once or twice a year since then, Brokeback Mountain style, but for women.I’m Claire, she’s Angie, and we met at work five years ago, hitting it off...
“He’s so sweet, he just runs after me all day in the office, but he’s so young, I could be his mother”I pushed my throbbing cock inside my beautiful wife’s pussy as she told me about the new office junior that she’s got working for her, he’s a young guy, just 18, and he’s clearly got a thing for my wife.I could feel how wet she was thinking about him as I fucked her from behind, she was moaning more loudly than normal as I grabbed her hair and pulled her onto my chest“Have you thought about him...
Claire: Part 1. My First Time By A.GreyFoxxx I walked up to the door of this pleasant looking ranch house, in a nice neighborhood. I pushed the button, and , as I heard the chime from inside, my mind drifted back nineteen years, to when I was in high school. After a lackluster, uneventful (and sexless) career as a public school student, my parents, in their infinite wisdom, packed me off to a year of post-graduate study at a private school in rural Connecticut. The class sizes were small,...
Claire: Part 1. My First Time By A.GreyFoxxx I walked up to the door of this pleasant looking ranch house, in a nice neighborhood. I pushed the button, and , as I heard the chime from inside, my mind drifted back nineteen years, to when I was in high school. After a lackluster, uneventful (and sexless) career as a public school student, my parents, in their infinite wisdom, packed me off to a year of post-graduate study at a private school in rural Connecticut. The class sizes were small,...
First TimeIt’s like she was baiting me. I mean, she wasn’t. Not unless it’s taking a week for the other shoe to drop. No, I think I got off scot-free. A girl like *that* was leaning over the front of her mother’s shopping cart, wide hips and firm ass on full display for everyone present, apparently in pure innocence. I suppose she couldn’t have known there’d be someone like me there. As soon as I noticed, I started low-key checking my surroundings, making sure I didn’t have anyone looking directly at...
Claire and Mike had been friends ever since their bus rides in the 6th grade. She was a grade below him in school, but he always felt that she was closer to him than anyone his own age. She had blond hair blue eyes and a smile that could make Satan happy. Mike had always had a slight crush on Claire in school, but never said anything because he felt awkward about the age difference. On the bus they talked about everything, and on days when Mike was lucky they talked about girls. He had felt a...
“Clarissa, this is Michael O’Dell, your father.” I don’t know who was more astounded, she or I. “But, mother, he can’t be over 40,” Clarissa declared. “By my count, 36. Am I correct?” Claire said. Still dumbstruck, I just nodded, the awkwardness of the moment leaving me mute. I finally ended the awkward silence, by asking Claire, “Why didn’t you tell me?” “It was the times, Michael,” Claire answered, “and the situation. If I admitted that you were the father of my baby, eventually, the fact...
I sit on the couch, Claire kneels in front of me.She fixed my cock hard as wood with a hypnotized look:"I want to suck you, give me your tail"She plunges between my thighs, grabbed my cock in his hand and put his lips on my penis.She gently masturbates while her tongue wraps around my cock ...Shivers run through my body, her mouth is hot and wet, she squeezes her hand on sex to make it even harder.She stares at me while his mouth down on my cock, it engulfs me completely."Go gently Claire...