Chronicles Of A Seductress Chapter Five
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Welcome back to another episode of Case Study 301: I become a seductress Once again this is a story that has themes in which the characters go back to their childhood and reveal the myriad of sexual exploits that happened to them. Some of the themes will include the description of some underage kids fooling around. If these themes are not your cup of tea then please now. This is your warning before you start. For those of you who stumbled across this chapter as small synopsis will...
On his first day at Eros—a secret university of dark desires, forbidden pleasures and carnal delights—Enyo meets his ravishing blonde teacher, a foxy redhead in skimpy schoolgirl's uniform, and is seduced by his wickedly hot counselor...all in 24 hours! Chapter 2: The Blonde SeductressThe blaring beeps of my bedside alarm-clock forced me awake. "Why did I have to sleep so late last night?" I groaned, sitting up on my bed with the white blanket disarrayed over my lap. "Oh, right," I remembered...
Straight SexHello friends, once again regards to Iss and all readers here and a million thanks to all of u who gave my post ” seductress ” such tremendous response . Your e-mails I received have built in confidence in me and I surely will continue my experience . Yes except a few around 5 % of you who did have doubts or didn’t get satisfaction , I’ll in my coming parts try to satisfy all of you . One reason is that I’m a housewife and not a professional writer so at times it’s tough to write some vulgar...
Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! ******** The smoldering ruins of the Choi village were like a fine wine tasted with relish to Warlord Kresh as he strode down the main thoroughfare. Two naked young women, their wrists bound with rope in front of them, were yanked along by leashes attached to makeshift rope collars, the end of each leash...
On his first day at Eros—a secret university of dark desires, forbidden pleasures and carnal delights—Enyo meets his ravishing blonde teacher, a foxy redhead in skimpy schoolgirl’s uniform, and is seduced by his wickedly hot counselor…all in 24 hours! Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress The blaring beeps of my bedside alarm-clock forced me awake. ‘Why did I have to sleep so late last night?’ I groaned, sitting up on my bed with the white blanket disarrayed over my lap. ‘Oh, right,’ I remembered...
There are several things from my younger years that I simply don't remember…. Memories of when I was little, going to school, and summer vacations are just a blur… but there are certain things that are burned into my memory that even 16 years later I remember as if they happened yesterday. This is especially true when it relates to the sexual experiences that I had when I was younger. I'm not talking about sitting back and reminiscing about the first girlfriend I banged in the back of my dad's...
IncestHello friends , this is Sunita here once again , continuing my post ” Seductress “. This is part 5and for those who are new to me , I’m a 36 yr old Indian housewife ( now settled abroad ) , average looking , just like the usual women you all find around you everyday . I have attractive looks and an equally attractive body , which I’m very proud of and also i take a lot of care of it Saree suits my figure best , as I’m a mother of two kids and that’s why I’ve gained a bit of extra weight at my...
"Holy shit!" I yelped, jerking back onto the wall."That look like it hurt," she observed, getting into the shower with me."Victoria, you're naked," I moaned, rubbing my arm."Just the way you like me, correct?" she pondered, leaning down with me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hurt yourself," she assured me, rubbing my arm and leg. "You're my brother-in-law, so I love you," she reminded me, prior to kissing me. "Don't you love me, Matt?"I couldn't resist the temptation...
TabooI am writing after a long time. Had been thinking about penning this down for several months. Finally got right mood and attitude to write this incident that cherish my memories always. This is with my wife Tanvi who is 26 years of age, around 5’3” tall with slim and slender body. However she has got developed 34C boobs and very slim waistline and 32 butts. She is fair, smooth skin and looks delicious with these round and firm boobs that stand on their own. Sometimes she doesn’t wear bra, even...
Sorry, I’m really sorry for not being able to complete my earlier series of seductress in spite of repeated requests from thousands of readers , whose mails I still receive . But due to strong objection from Bunty, ( my devar ) I had to quit and now I’m back with you all loving friends . Hope you all accept my apology for such an uncertain end . Today and from now on I hope you all accept me and give me the same love and response I got earlier. For those who are new to me . I’m Sunita , an...
Hello to all my friends and readers of Iss and love to the hundreds of you who send me mails in response of my post . Those of you who are new, this is Sunita here with you to continue my post seductress . For those of you who haven’t read the earlier two parts I’d request u to please read them first. As I already told u earlier, I had freshened up and had come downstairs and after some time I came across Ketan , doing some work .I checked and when I saw nobody around , I told him to come...
Saroja’s situation was really remarkable. She pondered the events leading to this day, when she was nursing three cocks at the same time. Nursing is the only word that could adequately describe what she was doing. It had not yet become an outright gang-bang and she couldn’t say if it would become that. Yet, there was one cock in her mouth which she was lovingly kissing and pumping with her mouth, another in her fist which she was rewarding with strokes and a third which she was consoling by...
IncestThe Sudanese Seductress I was living in the Melbourne suburb of Endeavor Hills - for the simple reason that it was where I could afford to buy a property. It is reasonably scenic and you can get to The Dandenong Ranges and The Mornington Peninsula fairly easy. The Monash Freeway and the Eastlink are nearby, although the traffic on the Monash can be frightful during the rush-hour period. Although it had a number of large supermarkets - Coles and Woolworths and so forth - I had taken...
The Sudanese Seductress Part 2 The next day seemed a prolonged torment for both of us. The hours dragged by and our minds were turning to thoughts about what would happen that night. I wondered about stopping at the convenience store on the way home. I hadn't been there for a couple of days, but that didn't mean a thing. I decided to text Whitney. "Hi sweetie, would you like me to call in the shop this afternoon to see you? Or would you prefer to wait until tonight? xx" "Hi!...
The Sudanese Seductress Part 3 As Whitney had to work that afternoon, I drove her back to her unit to get changed. She explained some more of her background to me. She was originally from Sudan, and named Whillam. Whillam's parents and emigrated when he was young. He had started dressing in his mother's and her sister's clothes as a teenager. However, his sister caught him and threatened to tell their parents. His sister had considerable power over him. Whillam's parents owned a...
The Sudanese Seductress Part 4 After I had recovered somewhat from my prolonged bondage ordeal, it was time to punish Whitney. I had Whitney change from her shop assistant clothes into something much more feminine and sexier. She had a very pretty sky-blue bra and panties set with matching negligee and suspender belt, grey-white stockings and blue high-heels. A blue ribbon was bound around the base of her shecock. Once Whitney was suitably attired, I bound and gagged her on the...
The Sudanese Seductress Part 5 To this day, I still don't know why Whitney was kidnapped. We had been together for several months and had started thinking about our long-term future together. Whitney was also contemplating whether to go through with the full sex change or to keep her shecock. It will always be one of the great unknowns if, instead of my being away during that fateful week, I had been working as usual. As it was, I had had to go to another site for a week, and,...
The Sudanese Seductress Part 5 I sat looking at the barrage of pictures that were downloading to my phone, before turning my attention to the live feed on the internet. Whitney had been stripped naked and bound to a chair with her legs spread far apart. However, it was her shecock and her tgurl testicles which were the main object of the torture. These had been clamped in place somehow and were being repeatedly stimulated so she was subjected to continual orgasms. Some of the...
Author’s Note: Incase you are expecting a hardcore sex action down below I request you to kindly skip this one. This submission is meant for those who love to enjoy the slow and smooth way.Hi, there readers. Wishing you all the very best arousal in this New Year & forever more. This time around Chennai is bubbling with people doing their last minute shopping for Pongal is only a few days around the Conner. Crowd, crowd every where traffic is bumper to bumper. Pongal in Tamil Nadu or Shankranthi...
LesbianIntroduction: A young mans adventure as a paper boy Chronicles of a Paper Boy by Dunchad This is a tale of what happened to me when I was a paperboy in my neighborhood. It involved delivering the free local newspaper to my road, and the one adjacent. I never used to enjoy this round until one, rather eventful day. Usually I would deliver my papers around the late afternoon, but one Thursday I had an early dentist appointment. So for a change I began delivering at about 1ish. So I...
Hello All, This is a purely personal story and for the first time ever on this site though I have been reading here for a long time. However, I find that the quality of the stories have been degrading by the day. In that view, I have decided to give it a try by myself. My story – I will try to make it a series. The reason is simple. This is a narration of multiple events that occurred and in which I was involved with a woman for more than 4 years. Hence, there will be a lot of details that will...
Chronicles ??????????????? -1-Fantoura, Monday February 3rd, 1997. 1:14 AM.Hello diary! This is pam writing to you. it likes to call itself "slave slut filthy piece of shit; pam" and it doesn't like to use the first pronoun when referring to itself. it simply uses "it" because this is how a slave should refer to itself and pam is a slave deep inside. it is writing this on its PC while sitting on a bottle in a very painful and humiliating position. it is stark naked although it is...
Chapter 2 In the darkness of night when everyone had finally entered their dream world, Grim stood up from his bed, wore his shoes and walked outside of his house silently. It was a full moon today and the forest was especially beautiful bathed in the white moonlight. The cool night wind was flowing peacefully, making his jet black hair flutter occasionally as well. But, he didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of his surroundings. He was clearly in a hurry, after leaving the stone...
Chapter 1 The world officially ended on 22nd,September, 2018.(About the time I started to write this book ;-P) This catastrophic event was later on known as the refringement. The start of the refringement was marked by a deep purple Aurora that covered the whole Earth. Soon after the appearance of the Aurora, each and every electronic device and electrical appliance was rendered useless. The people at that time confused this as a large scale EMP burst that was caused due to a large solar...
Introduction: An introduction to the world of Oliver Perry Chapter 1 Show time The characters, locations and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any likeness to the real world is merely coincidental. Oliver Perry, this is your five minute call, please make your way to the side stage immediately, called the cold, metallic voice of the speaker in my dressing room. I wrung my hands nervously as I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before I rose from the rickety wooden...
1:25. 4th period. Tom sat behind his desk in the corner as he waited for his next group of students to start filing in for their first class after lunch. They were never very focused this time of day, and on more than one occasion he'd caught a student nodding off during class.At least this group was his senior class. The freshmen he taught during the other four periods were a lot more rowdy. Such a weird mixture of childish pranks and teen drama to contend with, always some new issue he didn't...
Teen"Oh yeah, oh fuck," Clay whimpered to himself as he frantically jerked his cock from his hiding place in the utility closet inside the girls' locker room.He had found himself following Bree after he had run into her on campus during his post-practice cooldown. After that very brief encounter, she had pointedly and explicitly told him how bad it would be if he followed her into the locker room. She had given some very specific details about how wrong it would be to sneak into the utility closet...
Group SexHi friend s and fans i know you guys missed me a lot so here i am now back again with the next part of this series, but friends if you have not read the previous parts then i would like to recommend that you read previous parts first and then start this one so friends here is the complete list with links …..Friends please don’t forget to mail me your comments on ……. Vandna ka nanga nach Http://www.Indiansexstories.Net/desi/vandna-ka-nanga-nach/ Seduced by wife’s...
Ms. Parker had a reputation for being the Ice Queen or an Iron Bitch; those were actually the names the majority of the girls called her when she was not around. Ms. Parker actually knew about the names and revelled in them. She was tough, but fair. She ran the sorority with an iron fist. She had gotten pregnant, when she was twenty-two and in college, to a loser one-night stand and she sure as hell wasn't going to let that happen to one of her girls. And, for the past ten years, she had an...
Maggie, partly out of curiosity and partly out of spite, had set up her sister to be seduced by Bree. On the one hand, Susanne was the perfect one and there was no way she would cheat on her husband to be. She hated cheaters, especially since her last husband had betrayed her. Watching Bree finally fail would be good to see, maybe put the bossy Mistress in her place a bit. On the other hand, just the thought that maybe Bree could make her sister submit had Maggie frigging herself to sleep...
Susanne awoke the next morning with a start, the memory of the previous day flooding her mind immediately. Slightly hung-over, she got up and went straight to Maggie's room and barged right in. Thankfully, Maggie was in bed alone, still sleeping. Susanne went directly to the bed and shook Maggie awake. Maggie groggily woke up and snapped, "What?" Susanne kept shaking her sister until Maggie began to wake up. "Maggie, wake up, we need to talk." Maggie rubbed her eyes and sat up;...
Over the next two weeks, Susanne had dream after naughty dream about Bree. She woke up each time in a hot sweat and incredible horny. She had Todd fuck her more often trying hard to fuck the odd dyke out of her. She was not a lesbian or bi for that matter. So why could she not get Bree out of her head? It was Susanne's bridal shower, being held at one of her bridesmaid's houses, since Maggie didn't have a big enough location living at the sorority and all. It was the home of her best...
Susanne was petrified of what Maggie and Bree had planned for her bachelorette party. But she also felt that as long as she was with other friends she would be fine. She had to be impervious to Bree's charms. Susanne insisted on the full agenda of the evening's activities. Maggie gave her sister the plan that was very tame on paper ... yet each stop was all part of an elaborate plan. The first stop was supper at the upper class Rizzo's, which set up the plan to have Susanne get all...
Susanne was at the church, dressed in her white thong, white garter, white bra, white stockings, white heels and, of course, white dress. Her hair was immaculate and she looked radiant. Outside she looked ready for the wedding that was to begin in one hour. Inside she kept nervously looking at the clock that seemed to have stopped moving, worried for the impending and assumed arrival of Bree. Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Bree came in, dressed in a beautiful aqua...
Three times during the ceremony Bree turned on the toy and watched in perverse humour watching her new sub react. The first time when the bride walked up the aisle; the second time during the new sub's vows and the third time just before her slut was about to say her 'I-do's'. During pictures, Bree on a few occasions turned the toy back on, including one hilarious sequence during the groom and bride pictures when she kept turning it on and off, over and over, making Susanne so distracted...
The characters, locations and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any likeness to the real world is merely coincidental. ‘Oliver Perry, this is your five minute call, please make your way to the side stage immediately,’ called the cold, metallic voice of the speaker in my dressing room. I wrung my hands nervously as I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before I rose from the rickety wooden chair and departed the room. My heart was pounding, I could feel my pulse...
It was about a week after Carla's return to California. I was beginning to feel a bit like the coal miner who, on being elected as an MP, turned up at the pit for his next shift because no-one had told him any different. In my case, I was supposed to be developing some sort of human centred approach to global corporate consultancy but actually I was spending a lot of time hanging around at home, cooking stuff, playing with computers, sometimes wishing I had a cat. Or some other excuse for...
The next fortnight turned out to be hectic. I spent a couple of days sorting out the CareSpan project plan, mapping out initial impressions of staff strengths and interests (from their CVs) against the organisations targets and ambitions. These would feed into the early scoping interviews with senior staff and thereafter the CastList model that would eventually produce the bulk of the outcome. Simultaneously, I was dealing with Debbie at PCW and beginning to engage with the American side of...
Moving the plot on, slightly ... And shifting the POV to Naz's perspective ... normal service resumes asap... Well, we got the money, what with Dave's friend doing her weird shit with the Chinese woman from the States, and we were in business. And, yeah, we were in business ... Dave had obviously given Debs the job of running the place day to day - she was so clearly better at it than him, had really been doing it right from the beginning, that he'd have been nuts to do anything else....
Sunday evening found me in the bar at the Albion, drinking a pint of Yates and, basically, people watching. Ms White - or Alison as she'd now decided that I should call her - had taken the car she'd hired and was driving round the local area trying to find a mobile phone signal. Which was a blessed relief - since we'd met on Euston station that afternoon we'd had a series of clashes and misunderstandings ... her insistence on travelling first class (as one "could not work in standard",...
OK ... back to Debbie's perspective, again... It was an old building, but it had been looked after with some care. In fact, as hospitals go, it had a sort of reassuring solidity, Edwardian brickwork providing a sombre background to the constant bustle of staff and patients, and the technology and infrastructure more recently bolted on. And there was a lot of technology around ... a ventilator, portable ultrasound, more beeping machines that I could not begin to identify. Even as I...
And back to Dave... I missed the call, of course, despite disentangling myself from the bed clothes and getting downstairs in record time. When I did finally find my phone, though, I saw a missed call from May, and a new voice mail. Which latter I ignored in favour of simply phoning her back ... and got her voice mail. Which was annoying, given that I knew she'd called only minutes before, but somehow not a surprise. I picked up the message instead, listening to it as Kath came down the...
Much later in the afternoon I did go back into the office, if only to say hello. As I'd expected, both Naz and Seff were about and looking extremely busy ... even before they saw me. In fact the office was pretty much as I'd left it, except that Naz had sort of expanded his workspace across both my and Debbie's desks, occupying the space with some large format print outs of code models - all heavily annotated, I noticed - while Seff's desk had accumulated a variety of accessories - in...
Another one from Debbie's point of view... The train down from Glasgow was only twenty minutes late when it got into Hartsholme, the journey giving me just enough time to package up some emotions and get back into Corporate Me mode, I thought. Phil was dead and buried, in the most literal sense of the words, and polite platitudes had been exchanged with his parents and gung-ho macho man brother. I knew – and so did they – that we would probably never meet again, nonetheless promises of...
Back to Dave Debbie phoned as I was coming into the office, took the news with equanimity. Actually, she sounded completely laid back and I felt relieved ... maybe she'd got into the rural way of doing things a little quicker than I might have expected. Then again, I'd been there myself only a few days before and I knew that the natives were friendly, the landscape lovely, the ethos relaxed. I also knew that Debbie was a sociable young woman, at heart ... and, given what she'd been...
Another eventful couple of days in Debbie's life Colin made it back to the hotel in time for breakfast. He looked crap, it had to be said, or perhaps dead would have been more accurate. Actually, watching him queasily square up to a plate of scrambled eggs – a very brain-like comestible, it occurred to me – I found my thoughts drawn to images of zombies from the horror films Phil had so loved. Admittedly, in his present state Colin would hardly have represented the more threatening variety...
This is a double header, told from Dave's point of view when the text is upright, Debbie's when it's italicised. I hope that this is clear enough (and that it works in your browser) ... and be grateful that I didn't go with the original idea of doing the whole thing in parallel columns... Friday morning and it was raining heavily as I got to Hertford Square, not in the best of moods after a series of delays on the tube had added a little extra sparkle to the joy that is commuting in...
Another double header, told from Dave's point of view when the text is upright, Debbie's when it's italicised. Saturday morning found London bathed in unexpected sunshine. Niusha was already up and about when I woke, apparently preparing breakfast, given the smell of spices emanating from the kitchen. I wondered whether I should call Debbie ... get some details about what had actually happened the previous night, but then thought better of it. I would call later but ... well, it was still...
This is all from Naz's POV - but alternating between flashback and realtime. God knows why I thought this was a good idea. It was kind of weird to be on the boat, at last, what with everything that had happened over the last few days ... not to mention the stuff that Seffi had told me on the train. Then again, it felt pretty good, too– hey, I wasn't really used to this business travel stuff, the expense account, all that shit. So we did first class on the train– another first– and now we...
Back to London ... and Debbie. But a straight narrative for a change... It was strange to get on the train back to London and an office that I'd last seen what felt like months ago. Well, it was a lifetime ago, in many ways, given that I'd subsequently lost and buried my long term partner, discovered rather a lot about my sexuality – and my capacity for forming friendships all of my own – plus, of course, gone some considerable way to relocating my life and my work to virtually the middle...
Back to Dave, at least for a while... Say what you like about hospitals but the one thing they always are is deeply boring. Well, aside from A&E, perhaps, but I bet even the people who work there find it tedious from time to time ... and I wasn't in A&E, I was in a sort of cubicle off a surgical ward, just ill enough – or at least immobile enough – to need to stay a while longer ... but not actually at death's door. They'd also stopped giving me significant amounts of opiates, so...
Friday night found me at home in the flat I'd shared with Phil, alone and with nothing very pressing to do for the first time since he'd died just a few weeks before. Everywhere there were memories, reminders of good times and bad times between us, souvenirs and mementos from things we'd done together, places we'd been ... Most of his clothes were still in the bedroom, of course, a tooth brush of his sitting in the bathroom, even his smell lingered round the place, I swear. I sat on the...
[Dave] OK, so Saturday turned out to be a complete disaster – I try not to think about it, even now – what with Niusha and Debbie falling out so spectacularly, after the latter had turned up at the flat unannounced and leapt to entirely the wrong conclusions about why the two of us happened to be more than half naked in my bedroom, my various attempts through the day to contact the woman, explain things ... not that she was answering her phones or e-mails ... and then my taking the idiots...
A 19-year-old enjoys the talents of her new Android.All characters are over the age of 19.Thanks to Darksage for editing, once again. -- The cool, plastic countertop did little to cool Sophie's flushed body as she cried out in ecstasy. Her red flushed bosom pushed onto the cold surface along with the side of her face, her arms haphazardly strewn across it in disregard. Her left leg was kicked up, the sole of her foot pressed against the surface of the countertop, opening her pussy lips wide...
SupernaturalA 19-year-old enjoys the talents of her new Android. All characters are over the age of 19. Thanks to Darksage for editing, once again. — The cool, plastic countertop did little to cool Sophie’s flushed body as she cried out in ecstasy. Her red flushed bosom pushed onto the cold surface along with the side of her face, her arms haphazardly strewn across it in disregard. Her left leg was kicked up, the sole of her foot pressed against the surface of the countertop, opening her pussy lips wide...
Hi friends…i am vishal….hope you all remember me … here i am again with my new story, hope you would have liked my previous stories –“The ultimate seductresses part 1, part 2, part 3…. and “Seduced by wife’s friend” so here i am with the next one, hey but friends please dont forget to mail me your comments on Mujhay umeed hai aap sabhi ko ise series ke first three parts pasand aai honge aur aap login ne nai mujhay zaroor miss kiya hoga, tow doston main hazir hoon phir se yahan apani ise family...
Hi friends i am vishal , as promised here i am again with the second story of this series…..Those who havent read my first story i would recommend that you read ‘the ultimate seductresses – part 1’ to get familiar with the plot and characters to completely enjoy this second story in the series…. Meri last story main aap nay pada ke kaisay soniya ne mere papa ki seduce kar ke choda, uskay baad aglay 2 weeks tak mere papa aur soniya dono saath hie sotay thay aur roj cudai kartay thay, 2 week baad...
She decided she was getting bored so she forced herself down on his swollen manhood, feeling the flared tip brushing through her neck. The chubby chick was an expert at fellatio, and nothing beat the sweet sensation of a man unloading himself down her throat. After a couple gulps of rich milk, the busty girl got up to shake herself off. After a stroll through the forest to pick up a few herbs she noticed her next prey; a young tomboy with flaming red hair. The young freckled girl had an...