Black Friday Bargain
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Chapter 1. Meeting Sari
“There is someone I would like you to meet, David.”
Father had walked into my study looking like the cat that had just found the cream.
I followed him into the library and as we entered a young woman rose from an armchair.
To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. She was tall, perhaps five feet nine or ten. Her figure was superb except that she looked a little top heavy since she had large full breasts. From her narrow waist her hips broadened out gently and below were long shapely legs.
There sprang to mind a picture of a Greek goddess I had once seen, and this thought was enhanced by the classic beauty of her face.
Her chestnut coloured hair tumbled in seemingly careless abandon to cascade over her shoulders in shining waves. Glittering green eyes looked at me and there was something in them that fleetingly looked like a moment of startled recognition, as if she knew me, which I was sure she did not. Then a shutter seemed to drop down over her yes. She still looked at me, but it was if she did not see me.
I was riveted by her beauty. “She’s one of the loveliest women I have ever seen,” I thought. I mentally corrected myself. She was clearly no more than twenty four of five, just a year or so older than I was. She might better be described as a girl. There was a twinge of desire in my groin.
I wondered what she was doing here and for a moment considered humorously if father had bought her for me like families did back in the past, like paying a bride price. “Perhaps she belongs to some wealthy family with whom my father wants to have ongoing business connections.”
I had to stop myself laughing at the thought of father buying me a wife but my imagination roamed further. “Perhaps he’s bought her as a concubine for me – or himself.”
My fantasies were brought to a halt as father went on, “This is Sari Mikowski,” Sari, my son David.”
“Hello,” she said her voice a soft contralto that even in that one word revealed the accent of one whose native tongue was not English. Her eyes still looked through or past me and the voice matched her eyes, being distant and vague. I began to wonder if she was some sort of beautiful imbecile who was not quite with us.
She made no attempt to extend her hand for me to shake.
I remembered the flash of seeming recognition I had seen in her eyes a moment before and decided she was not imbecilic, yet there was something strange about her. There was a coldness and remoteness. Those eyes that did not see, a frigid stance which seemed to say, “I am untouchable”.
The word hauteur came to mind. She looked rather like those models on the catwalk with that frozen look of disdain on their faces that some assume as they strut arrogantly, displaying the latest creation.
Not sure how to respond to the frozen response my father’s introduction had elicited I followed her lead and said simply, “Hello.” I also failed to extend my hand.
I thought Sari was a name matching in beauty the one who bore it, but in my head I found my own name for her, “Ice Maiden.”
There was silence for a moment, and then my father said rather pompously, “Sari and I are to be married.”
I thought I might have misheard so I said, “What did you say, father?”
Impatiently he replied, “We are going to be married.”
That really focused me. Until that introduction I had never met or even heard of Sari. That my father was to remarry might not have altogether surprised me. Mother had been dead six years and there was no reason why he should not have sought female companionship, but someone who was approaching forty years his junior!
Then a wave of horror swept over me, “My God, I would have a stepmother about one year older than me.”
“Aren’t you going to congratulate us?” father asked, in a voice that he might use when intimidating some quailing witness in court.
What the hell did he expect? He brings in a stunningly beautiful Ice Maiden, announces they are to be married, and expects me to applaud!
I wanted to say, “Don’t be so ridiculous. Who do you think you are, Don Juan?” Instead, and knowing what was good for me, I managed to choke out, “Of course, congratulations.”
The Ice Maiden seemed to lose whatever slight interest she might have had in me and turning to father and putting her hand on his sleeve said, “Darling, you did say we were going to eat in that lovely restaurant we saw the other day…”
“So,” I thought, “Ice Maiden is able to string a connected sentence together.”
“Ah, yes. Time to go I suppose.” Father nodded briefly to me, placed his hand on Ice Maiden’s elbow and they left. The Ice Maiden did not even nod to me. I think I had ceased to exist for her. I was rejected as beneath her notice.
Chapter 2. A Recalcitrant Son
They left behind a thoroughly disorientated David.
I returned to my study, asking myself, “What’s the old man up to? Has he got horny in his old age? Perhaps he wants a decorative female to parade around and sit at table during his dinner parties?” Then another thought struck me, “Good God, he’s going to try and replace me!”
You see, I was one prize disappointment to father. He was an eminent barrister renowned for his ability to make the most scrupulously truthful witness look like an arch liar. Ours was a family of barristers who had made a fortune winning unwinnable cases for wealthy clients.
It was without question that I should follow in the family tradition. At least, it had been unquestionable until the time came for me to enter university, when I announced I would study medicine.
Father, my uncles and no doubt grandfather and great grandfather had they been alive, were horrified. They constituted the legal firm of Brook, Brook, Brook, Brook and Parsons. In case you are interested, Parsons is my father’s sister’s husband.
As I became more recalcitrant they became more adamant in their demand that I “Stop being such a stupid sod”, and follow the family tradition.
Had mother still been alive she would no doubt have sided with me, as she frequently had when alive, often sheltering me from my hectoring father. She was one of, if not the only, person who could bring father to heel. “Do stop trying to be so intimidating George, “she would say, “you’re not in the courtroom now.”
That would bring father down to a muttering but compliant level, such was mother’s influence with him.
My only defence against father and uncles was stubbornness. I can’t say they eventually relented, indeed, they used all their courtroom skills plus bribery to try and change my mind, but finally they accepted the verdict and retired from the struggle still complaining and threatening.
So that was it, I conjectured, the beautiful bride to be was to bring forth a new male heir. But why, I wondered had a girl like that accepted a man my father’s age?
I tried to be objective. For his age father was still a handsome man, he had an aristocratic appearance and with the timbre of his baritone voice he sounded impressive. Above all, he was rich, well connected and powerful. So, I decided, the bargain had been struck, child bearing in exchange for security and status.
I suppose I might as well admit that while mother was alive, and right up until my stand about studying medicine, I had been somewhat cosseted and spoilt, as befitted one who was to take his place in the family law firm.
Once I had won the case for medicine father seemed to lose interest in me. The bonds of affection between us had always been tenuous, his interest in me being little more than one to carry on the family traditions in legal practice. Of course, I still got the benefits of the family wealth. My father could not “let a son o
f his go around like a pauper,” but he began to become almost a stranger to me.
Looked at objectively I suppose like Ice Maiden I had made my bargain as well. I accepted his lack of affection for the sake of being supported through my medical course. I could have left the family home and entered a university college or taken rooms somewhere, instead I settled for the comfortable environment that only demanded that I keep out of father’s hair.
I gave a sardonic laugh. “I suppose that makes both me and the girl whores in our own way.”
Thus I came to the conclusion that father was marrying Ice Maiden in the hope of producing another son who would follow in his legal footsteps. Of course, he might not be alive to see that hoped for outcome as he would be well into his sixties if and when such a son was born. He would need to live until he was nearly ninety to witness the boy’s entry into the law practice.
Another thought occurred to me. My father was a very chauvinistic male, what if the child was a girl? Would he like Henry the Eighth dispose of his fair bride? I had a chuckle at that thought.
Having demonstrated my independence about studying medicine, I fully intended to continue that independence once I had graduated. I would cease to be financially dependent on the family, and make my own way. The anticipated brother or sister could have their share of family goodies, and welcome, but graduation was still some way ahead for me so, I decided, “I’ll keep my head down below the trench line for the time being.”
Chapter 3. The Wedding
The one aspect of the upcoming marriage that did trouble me was the stepmother aspect. How was I to cope with a beautiful if icy stepmother? It seemed faintly ridiculous to have a stepmother more or less my own age. “Still,” I thought, “needs must. I’ll have to deal with it as best I can. Perhaps Ice Maiden might melt a little.”
As it turned out, Ice Maiden did remain frozen, which was just as well, as well I thought.
The wedding was to take place a couple of months after I was first introduced to Ice Maiden, never the less, all the formalities had to be gone through. There had to be an engagement, and my father’s engagement gift to Sari was a magnificent diamond ring plus a Jaguar car. His wedding present to her was an exceedingly expensive motor launch, and he probably saw as an added bonus himself as her husband.
For the wedding he managed to get a tame bishop to conduct the ceremony in the city cathedral. I vaguely recalled grandfather having defended the cleric on a paedophile charge some years before.
The congregation was made up of legal colleagues, family members which was much the same thing, their womenfolk and politicians to whom favours had been done or from whom they had been received.
There was no one there at the ceremony or the reception who were real friends of my father. My father had often espoused the view that one did not really have friends, only people who could “do you favours.”
Ice Maiden did seem to have a few friends present but they were all about her own age. With them I saw Ice Maiden show some signs of animation for a change. It did strike me as odd, however, that she seemed to have no relatives present.
I did have a friend with me, Sylvia, but even in our case we were also currently bound by favours. It seems to run in the family this exchange of favours business. The favours uniting Sylvia and I were exchanged in bed.
Sylvia was a fellow medical student and my current bed companion. We were not in love or anything like that, and the relationship was one of exchange. Neither of us sought anything long term either with each other or anybody else. We had sexual needs, and we satisfied them with each other – for the time being.
I seemed to have no problem in getting girls for sexual gratification, but I did have a rule that stated, “Only one girl at a time.” Sylvia and I had been serving each other for about six months at the time of the wedding.
My father, conservative in most things, was at least a liberal with regard to my sexual needs. When it became obvious that I was good and ready to begin sexual activity, he spoke to me, or rather, he gave a speech, in which he announced that although he wouldn’t actually find sex partners for me, should I find some for myself, I was “welcome to bring them home for the night”.
Having a generous allowance plus a BMW and access to a ski boat, I had little difficulty in finding girls to gratify me, much to the chagrin of my fellow male students and those girls who missed out on me.
Did I hear you say, “Arrogant young bugger”? Not really because I am only telling the truth. Money seems to buy most things, except one. If you don’t know what that one thing is, then you must wait to find out.
It was at the wedding reception that Sari met Sylvia for the first time. Sari’s sparkling green eyes seemed to sweep over Sylvia, her lips curved in a faint mocking smile, she murmured, “How do you do,” and moved on.
Sylvia stared after her for a moment then turned to me and said, “Bloody frosty bitch isn’t she?”
I shrugged and said, “Careful, sweetheart, that’s my stepmother you’re talking about.”
We both burst out laughing.
During the course of the reception I noticed that Sylvia was not the only one to be the object of Sari’s disdain. She seemed to shower her frost over everyone except father, whom she treated with exaggerated and rather embarrassing affection, and her few friends present with whom she actually laughed.
Sylvia nudged me in the ribs and asked, “How’s it going to be, having a sexy stepmother like her around the place?”
I tried to laugh that one off saying, “Getting my prick inside that one would be like entering an ice box”. Never the less Sylvia had added to certain thoughts lurking in my head.
For all her coldness Sari was very physically desirable. If proof was needed for that, one had only to see the lustful looks in the eyes of the men, young and old, at the reception. Also, by an equal and opposite reaction, one only needed to look at the anger and spite in the eyes of their female companions.
I hastily tucked that thought of Ice Maiden’s physical attractions into some dark recess of my mind, and as soon as all the sycophantic speeches were over and the “happy couple” sent on the way to their honeymoon, I took Sylvia to bed and endeavoured to relieve myself of lustful thoughts – for a while.
Chapter 4. Marriage Problems and a Slight Thaw
While the honeymoon couple were away life got back into its routine of study and bedding Sylvia. During this time I wondered if Ice Maiden would eventually drop her detached attitude and become more sociable.
I had thought that once safely married and secure, Sari might warm up a little. She did not. With everyone Sari stayed at a distance. We had two servants, a cook, Josie, and Lisa whom we described as our “Housekeeper.” Neither of them actually lived in our house, Josie being married and Lisa having a small cottage of her own. Ice Maiden treated them with the same disdain she used with everyone else except my father. The trouble with Josie and Lisa was, that they interpreted Ice Maiden’s attitude as one of contempt for their status in the house.
Lisa literally ran the house. She was a well set up woman of around fifty and at one time I did think she might have been my father’s choice as companion in his old age, which indicates the place she occupied within our household.
My father held many dinner parties, mainly attended by those from whom he sought “favours.” Seated at the meal table Ice Maiden maintained her distant attitude. At times it was almost as if she was not there, mentally and emotionally speaking. Physically it was another story. The men still clearly lusted for her, and the
women hated her.
With me she remained equally reserved although I was told to call her “Sari” and I, of course, was “David.” To my great relief she made no attempt to play the substitute mother to me. Had she done so it would have been both embarrassing and ludicrous.
For some time Ice Maiden and father continued their displays of affection, my father calling her “Pet” and “Darling,” holding her hand or stroking her. Sari reciprocated calling him, “Sweetheart” and “Dearest.” It was all very doting and to me slightly nauseating.
It was around twelve months after their marriage I began to notice a fall off in this connubial bliss. Father seemed to be less uxorious and Ice Maiden referred to him as “George”, having dropped the endearments.
I took little notice of this, assuming it was the fall off that seems to occur in most marriages when the first blossoming has faded. I confess that I based this on my own experience, which although not marital, did indicate to me that six to twelve months was as long as I lusted for any one female.
Two years went by. I was well into my medical course, and socially speaking I had passed beyond Sylvia to Stacy and from Stacy to Tania and was currently enjoying Rosemary.
Ice Maiden seemed to have thawed a little in relation to me. At the same time I noticed that she and father were starting to snap at each other ever more frequently. I gathered that as some of the warmth between stepmother and father diminished stepson became the doubtful beneficiary of Ice Maiden’s need for an ally in the house.
It is said that “familiarity breeds contempt.” Living in the same house as Ice Maiden might have meant that as I got used to her just being around, I would no longer have unfilial thoughts about her. I must admit to you, it was not so. At times Sari made it very difficult not to have prurient thoughts about her. To see such a physically attractive woman floating around the house and at times glimpsing her in minimal underwear or scanty casual garments did nothing to keep the hardening of my manhood at bay.
I suppose I should have been grateful that she kept me at double arms length most of the time. Had she been overly affectionate or physically demonstrative, I think my life would have been one great hell of sexual hunger for her.
As it was, I set up my own defensive barrier. I avoided her whenever possible, made excuses for not eating with father and Ice Maiden, taking my meals in the kitchen early with Lisa and Josie before they left for the night, and whose conversation I found more stimulating than that which took place in the dining room.
As for that dining room conversation, it consisted mainly of my father going on about his latest legal victories to which Sari made appropriate noises of admiration. Alternatively they might engage in one of their ever more frequent tiffs, or would sit in silent hostility. When I did join them for a meal anything I had to say seemed to skate past them.
I longed for the time when I would qualify and could leave home and begin my professional life. That way I should be independent and away from the tantalizing Sari.
Sari was becoming a real itch in my groin. In addition, I began to feel an intense envy towards my father as images of him laying Sari came floating into my consciousness.
Life was made even more difficult when Ice Maiden began the slight melting process. She actually started to make the odd enquiry about my studies. I suppose this was a safe topic, but it did seem to indicate that she was reaching out just a little.
When responding to her queries about my studies, she also opened up a fraction about her own academic life. I had earlier considered whether all the remoteness on her part might be a cover up for her lack of intelligence. When I learned that she was an honours graduate in classical studies at a university in her country of origin I had to review that view of her. “My God,” I thought, “there is a brain under that ice. Who knows, I might even find a human being in there.”
So things tramped along with father and Ice Maiden getting ever more irritable with each other, and my existence being acknowledged by my frosty but now slightly unfreezing stepmother.
I tried to puzzle out what the real problem was between father and Ice Maiden. It was always over very petty matters that led me to suspect there was more to it. I was due to find out.
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I had the washing machine pipe, I had a plan for the future, and I had two kisses from each of the four – I interpreted it in its broadest sense. Toni sat on the washing machine whilst I fitted the new pipe. “I hear you are thinking of retaking, Toni? What did you get first time round?” “A and two Bs. I don’t know why, that’s the trouble. Fiona walked it, of course, but I don’t know if trying again will be any different. Maybe I’m just not cut out to be university material” “Toni, stop...
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MasturbationThe rest of the night went relatively normal. After dinner, the dishes were cleared, Dad sat down in front of the TV watching baseball, and Mom sat at the dining room table going through her briefcase. The only thing different was the fact that I found myself looking at my Mom a lot. For a second, I wondered how my Dad managed to get a woman as beautiful as my Mom and how lucky he was. Then after a few more minutes of thought I realized with the bitching and the mood swings Mom was notorious...
Sabse pehle mein apni ma ka bare mein bata doon meri ma ka naam sudha hai or unki umar lagbahg 38 saal hogi Unka figure ek dum perfect tha . Mere pita ek govt. Office mein clerk the. Or who daru bahoot piya karte the. Hum teen logo ka parivar tha jisme meri ma baap or mein rehte. Hum log mumbai nagri mein ek chote se flat mein rehte the. Hamre ghar ek drawing room or ek bedroom tha. Bed room bahoot hi chota tha jisme ek palang hi aa sakta tha.jaisa ki maine aapko bataya ki mere pita daru bahoot...
Patrick Wolfe, aka Crilly, was a cop. I didn’t freak out, I wanted to, but my sense of self-preservation was too strong. Instead I dialed Marcus. ‘Go,’ he said by way of greeting. ‘I’m in the townhouse of Patrick Wolfe, nee Crilly. I need a pick up in ten, it’s on LSD, can you find it?’ ‘Got it,’ he said. ‘Marcus if I’m not out in front come in and get me. I don’t think he’ll let me leave.’ Marcus said nothing, just hung up and I knew he’d come. I got my underthings on as well as the...
When the boys got home, they found me naked on the couch with my fingers buried in my pussy. I had already been working my pussy for at least a half an hour in anticipation of the boys getting home. “Thank God you guys are home. I needs mouths, tongues and cocks and I need them now,” I cried. “Damn, mom,” Sean said, “you are now one horny mama. I can’t believe what a mommy slut you’ve become in just a few days. But fear not, Ethan are here to help scratch your itches.” “Come on,” Ethan...
0630 Hours (6:30 AM) Mountain Standard Time, Monday 16 April 2012 Buckley AFB, Colorado As we began descending upon Buckley Air Force Base, Aurora, Colorado, Loni clutched my hand in a death grip. Focusing my attention out the cabin window, I fancied I could identify my grandfather’s ranch by the distinctive folds of the terrain miles to the west of the suburb of Boulder. If I had not been listening for it, I probably would not have heard Loni’s quiet whimper. Surreptitiously, I glanced at...
PS: Thanks to StoriesOnline's volunteer editor TeNderLoin for his assistance. I've been reading so much here on the net and in the news in regards to the criminality of sex between someone 18 or older with someone beneath the legal age of each State's legal law (usually 16 or 17) and also sex between family members (incest). I've just read a news article where a girl (woman) of 24 was sentenced to five years in prison for having sex with a 14-year-old and I've read numerous stories of...
It was dark outside. But it was always dark. The ever-present black clouds rolled forebodingly across the charred sky, the same way they did every second of every minute of every day. It was approaching nightfall now. The faint glow of the sun was fading, sinking down over the jagged horizon. The smoldering, skeletal remains of buildings cast twisted, misshapen shadows across the landscape. Office buildings, libraries, schools, gas stations, grocery stores, even homes, all destroyed. The...
Note : This story is complete fictional! It all started after I got out of college and moved back home. I was eighteen at the time and my cousin was fifteen years old. When ever my folks would go over to my aunt and uncles house my cousin Jeff would follow me around. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then I started to notice him looking at me or should I say my body. That’s when I realized he was getting a hard on when ever I was around. To think I was making him horny made me feel...
Incest“What have we got on the vic?” asked the Sheriff. Linda had returned to the small frame building which housed the Sheriffʼs department, an outer office with desks for Sheila, Brad and Nikki, a cramped private office to one side for Linda, which she seldom used, and two jail cells. “I checked both the high school and vocational school and there were only four girls absent today, but none match the description of the victim,” volunteered the young and enthusiastic twenty-four year old deputy,...
Some days ago I had let Brandt, my good neighbor Shelley nice Lab dog, fuck me in a very hard way as I accidentally bent over close to him.He had fuck me so good, better than my own hubby or my nasty toys…My poor cunt was sore for a couple days after Brandt used me at his will. But a horny pussy like mine needs to be filled and it was not long until I felt better and worked up enough nerve to take his huge dog cock once again. Since the first night he had fuck me, I had left him outside my...
I ran into Clare and Amy at the hotel Monday morning. "That Bailey is a firecracker," Clare said and I agreed with a nod. "I didn't know you were dating her?" I told her I wasn't and it probably was only a one-time thing. "It looked like you two were hitting it off," Amy chimed in. I guess my wistful look gave me away. "I was told it is more complicated than that," I said trying to plaster the same smile on my face that Cody's video had left. "Yeah, I think we both had a nice...
a continuation of this tale The scene: At dawn Lady Cecelia and her entourage have been led to the palace of Agincourt accompanied by counselors for Lady Cecelia, a counselor for William of Edenbridge to enable a parlay with King Phillip’s apanage and regency of the estate, some knights and servants to the Court. Among them was a Lord of the house surrounded by wards and vassals of the house of Dauphin. In attendance to this audience were Ladies of the Court among them Lady Yvette, niece to...
Gill was one of my best friends and he lived next door to me. His mom and dad got a divorce a while back then his dad married this hot woman. It was like the opposite of his mom. Her name was Bonnie and she was as dumb as they get. I mean this was dumb, but she looked good and from everything I heard from Gill, she liked to fuck. Bonnie was kind of funny and we all liked her. And she would throw these innuendos into things that made us wonder if she was as stupid as we really thought. She...
“Guilty.” The gavel came down dramatically, like a shot. There was stunned silence. Someone snorted in amusement and I heard Gail, my wife, cry in what sounded like shock. I felt the blood rush from my face as the ruling was made. “But... I’m innocent...” I whispered. I looked up at the judge, searching his stern face for some hint of understanding. There was none. His face was without any sympathy. He kept talking but I already knew what my sentence would be. “Ben Smith. For the crime of...
Mind ControlKaci was beginning to feel like a worker ant. Back and forth, back and forth. Helping the movers unload the van and pile up the boxes inside the house. Her father had already left them to it, being the workaholic he is. His law practice was taking off, and they had just bought this new house in the good part of town. Of course this meant a new school, which was fine to Kaci. She didn't really have any friends at her previous school, and she was looking forward to starting fresh at high...
So exactly three hours after I just sat there telling you how great my life was, my life started to royally suck. And I mean suck. It's never been quite so bad. Rachel and I sat on my bed. I was, of course, sobbing. She tried to comfort me ... but it wasn't working. I told her the entire story, not that there was really much of a story to tell. My boyfriend had gotten head from Natalie ... the bitch from Hunter. What could you do? My phone started ringing, his ring. Good ole fucking...
Hi story readers me yesh gujarat se me aaj jo apko kahani sunane ja raha hu vo meri aur mere pados me rah rahe uncle aur anty ki he Ye baat aaj se karib ek month pahale ki he mere pados me ek naye uncle aur anty rahane aaye the uncle karib 55 sal ke aur anty karib 53 sal ki hogi anty dikhne me bahut khubsurat thi uske lips gulabi the aur uske boobs bade bade aur gol the Uske ghar me sirf uncle aur anty hi rahate the uske ladake America rahate the Mera uncle aur anty ke ghar roj aana jana raheta...
Sex was always a weird thing around the house, growing up. Earliest memories I have are of my mom taking me along to visit an older man, a race horse owner living on the racetrack property. I remember entering his quarters there with her, welcomed by te sight of the man lying on his bed, his hard cock out of his pants. It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere else. I did not do exactly...
When I was a kid, I used to get hold of a Penthouse Forum magazine every so often. When you're a kid, you don't realize that most of those letters are bullshit - fiction that, these days, is published on any number of websites that host erotic reading. And I dreamed of doing the things I read about in those purloined pages, while I beat off like crazy. Of course back then girls had a different take on playing stinky finger and such things. You could get your dick wet, but not easily. To be...
This story is about the relationship of me with my girlfriend . am Rohan from Bhubaneswar . my girlfriend’s name is Saadhna and her stats are 34-28-32 . average but sexy figure . she is fair in complexion. Any mature female wanting to have fun nd have discrete relationship please write to me on . The story dates back to my +2 collage life . then I used to stay in hostel . before my 11th class final xams our English mam instructed us to submit a project report on a specified topic given by her...
In part two of our legendary Folsom BDSM ball Nikki Darling and Dee Williams serve up sexual mayhem and perfect submissive service amidst an incredible orgy of kinky swinger sex. Nikki is allowed to take her revenge upon Dee’s gorgeous new tits which are trapped in a painful back bend tie. The shibari keeps Dee’s slutty cunt exposed for a relentless vibrator and her boobs are swollen and covered in clamps. Nikki canes Dee’s engorged pink clit and rips the clamps off as Nikki...
xmoviesforyouThe look of dread that appeared in her eyes when he declared her punishment was something he had never seen in his daughter before– the sadness and disappointment seemed to overwhelm her. Jessica had immediately dropped to her knees and mashed her face against his covered crotch in an attempt to woo him back, and he’d almost broken right then. But he reminded himself that if he gave in now, she’d never listen to another word out of his mouth. He had to stick to his guns and stay out of her for...
Fay was three months pregnant. She was not showing at all. Her belly was as flat as always and only her breast had began to grow. She had bought several new bras, 36Ds, and said she was feeling as if she looked like a cow. Fay was slender and tall (5' 10" and weighed 120 pounds) and her tits had always looked big on her. She was a very pretty girl, long brown hair with natural streaks of copper framed a face with a beautiful complexion and expressive lips. She had eyes like her hair, brown...
After Bobby Joe had fucked me up against a tree, he and Maurice went over to a picnic table then, and I just watched as Maurice rolled another condom on Bobby Joe's rising cock and they slowly aroused each other to the point where Bobby Joe laid Maurice on his back on the picnic table and held his legs up and out from his body, as he pumped away inside the guard’s ass.Maurice laid there on the picnic table, his arms stretched out and his eyes hooded, swimming in Bobby Joe's semen, and holding...
As both of your orgasms move closer and closer, he realizes that he isn’t ready yet for his cock to cum! Not yet! He has waited a long time for this beautiful young piece of ass to let him fuck her. And, now that you are under him he wants the tightness of your pussy to last forever! As he continues to please you like you have never been pleased before, he tells you, no he moans to you, with a deep breathless voice telling you what he is wants to do. He licks your neck and moans: “I want to...
BisexualI checked my class schedule and saw that two of my classes in the Art building were back-to-back on Tuesday through Thursday. Both were lectures in the same room at ten and eleven. Then I had to truck halfway across campus for my Literature and the Arts course. My last class of the day wasn’t until three o’clock and was the only ‘art’ class I had. At least what I considered art. That was my Drawing Concepts and Methods class. My last class was the Colloquium in Art and it met irregularly,...
Introduction: The blackmail takes a twist & Fiona will not be pleased Names changed to protect peoples privacy: locations genuine. Now what I could do is rewrite every one of Fionas encounters that she constantly adds to her growing sex journal, but I think thatd get a little tedious. So Ill add a new story when I think it will be slightly more exciting for the readers or when Fionas situation or predicament alters which makes her story worth telling. Seven weeks after the garage incident...
It was about six months after dad had left us to live out his fantasy with his eighteen year old secretary, he left us well provided for, but I swore if I ever saw him again, I'd kill the bastard for all those long nights I lay awake listening to mum crying in her lonely bed. We'd gone to the cabin he left us up in the New Forest and it had done her the world of good, color had actually returned to her face, she smiled more often, we swam together in the lake adjacent to the cabin, we had...