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Gail was a mom in her early 30’s she had two small kids (3&6) her husband Ralph worked in a warehouse as an assistant manager. He was constantly working the late shift. They lived in a two-bedroom condo but were constantly talking about buying a home. Her neighbor was a lady named Sasha who would frequently be over having coffee or drinks. Gail wasn’t a large woman 5’1” but did have big tits (44GG) her and Sasha were constantly complaining about not getting fucked often enough but both...
I had stopped off and picked up Gail for some shopping when we were walking down the street and suddenly saw Ann coming out of an adult bookstore with her arms around another man and kissing him as they walked out. We watched for a second as they continued towards a car and watched as they got it and Ann immediately bent out of sight and we knew she was down giving the guy a blowjob right there in the car. I looked at Gail, "Now that's very interesting" I said and then "I'm gonna head over to...
Gail and Jon are a typical white couple. She is thirty two , five four and one hundred pounds. Cute thirty two B cup tits and fantastic legs. She has started collecting tattoos and she has been modeling for a few clothing lines. Jon is six foot one , two hundred fourty pounds his cock measures just over seven inches when erect. After fifteen years of marriage things in the bed room seem to have gone stale. Jon has a friend with a well stocked farm pond and and he invited them to go fishing one...
The First AppointmentI told Gail until we knew how much she was going to handle I would book appointments for one day and the next day she would have off. She pouted and looked disappointed but I said try it first and see.The six men arrived at 8:00 am to pick Gail up for their appointment. Gail was wearing a trench coat and the men told her to take it off. Gail was naked except for her high heel shoes. The men examined her, slapping her ass and squeezing her tits. They laughingly said yeah I...
I tenderly laid Gail's pain wracked body on the bed. It would take several weeks for Gail to recover from the torture she had received. I never did tell her why I would never allow these guys to use her again. It was what the old man had said before they brought her back. I heard him say next time we get that bitch I am going to butcher her like a hog.After 4 days Gail was strong enough to get up and move around the apartment. After she had her breakfast I said "Let's talk about what has...
It was eight in the morning when Billy woke up to find Harriet snuggled up to him with one hand on his cock. God, but she looked so sweet and innocent. He looked down at the firm three-quarter inch nipples and his cock twitched. Harriet gave a "mmmm" and squeezed his cock and he slid down and took a nipple in his mouth. Harriet moaned and started stroking him. Things progressed into a nice leisurely fuck and when it was over Harriet cuddled up against him. "What are you going to do about...
I'd been married for nearly thirty years to a woman I'd known since I was in high school. Our marriage had been fairly good but with some natural ups and downs. But I don't want to get into that. Suffice to say, when I come home from work one day and she said, "I need my space. You have to leave," I was dumbfounded. She'd decided that she no longer loved me and I found my world crumbling beneath me. Over the next year, things got progressively worse and we were divorced. I was devastated and...
Group Sex.The Rough Stuff BeginsAfter the first appointment I did not book any appointments for a few days. It was obvious that Gail could not handle the pace she had suggested. When I put her to bed after the first session it took her 3 days to recover. Her bruises had faded away and she seemed to be he usual self. I asked if she was ready for me to start booking appointments and she said yes. I suggested she go to her apartment for some clothes. She had spent 3 days walking around in my apartment bare...
Her left hand moved down between her legs and her middle finger stroked her pussy lips. She often played with herself while looking in the mirror, either standing up, or laying on her bed. She imagined it was somebody else's fingers making her wet. As her finger pushed slowly inside she heard her phone ring. "Shit" she said, walking over to her dressing table and picking it up. It was the will-writing company that she'd contacted a few days ago to make an appointment. Gerry, the rep, would...
Tony Nash the new young sports master had earlier that evening met Gail Foy in the Harvester bar of the hotel, he had not recognised her as one of the students at his school, but then he was not supposed to, and with her hair done up, and her make-up so expertly applied, there was little chance he would recognise her at all. After a few drinks, her extremely sensuous sexy seductive and very adult behaviour won the day, and soon they were chatting like old friends, later Tony had not been slow...
Erotic FictionThis is a fantasy with some actual true events. I first met Gail when when she was moving into my building. I say my building because I own it. No one in the building knows I am the owner. They just know I live on the 28th, top floor. I was was waiting for the elevator and Gail was standing by some boxes.. She smiled and said "Hi my name is Gail I'm just moving in". I said " Pleasure to meet you". I noticed she was a very attractive mature woman in her early 60's. Under her light shirt it...
Gail said she felt real naughty not wearing panties or a bra while we ate our meal. Many of the patrons were looking at her. I smiled and said" I guess I will have to punish you when we get home" The men were whispering to the ladies they were with. The women looked at Gail with disgust. I called a cab and requested the mini van. When It arrived I helped Gail into the van. This time I put my hand firmly on her ass. When we got to the apartment I helped her out of the van and again her skirt...
Gail's modeling has picked up and now she is being asked to model even more skimpy outfits. The photographers love her tattoos and want to show as many of them as they can in their shots. Gail has always been very critical of herself and how she looks and now that most of her naked body is being photographed she decided she needed to tone up a little. She was already a member of a local gym but she felt like she needed a real trainer. One day while working on her Instagram page she saw she had...
I hopped in the shower and got ready as quick as I could. It had to be quick shower because it was about a 15 minute drive to her place. I got out and knocked on her door. She answered and invited me in. I asked her if she had any ideas where she would like to go for a drink. She said there was a bar just down the street that played Rock music. the bar was about 10 minutes away. We went into the bar. There was no cover charge and there was a band playing. They were playing...
After sixteen years of marriage my daughter in law Gail come to the realization that her love life was extremely vanilla. At thirty three years old she looked at her still sexy body in the mirror and decided that she was going to change her Outlook on life. Standing five foot three and weighing an even hundred pounds she knew she had something to work with. She started getting tattooed ,but she had a game plan. Her ink would be sexy and help drew attention to her body. It worked and soon she...
Gail's husband had been lacking in his husbandly duties lately. She had become rather popular on a network social media site due to the combination of her modeling post and her sexy tattooed body. Since she had gained a following of over five hundred she never had to look far for an admirer. One particular guy caught her eye and soon they were texting back and forth. What started out as a friendship with tattoos in common turned into a online romantic adventure. One cold Sunday Gail's husband...
Thursday evening my sexy little daughter in law sent me a text message. She said that a male friend of hers has invited her up to spend the day with him. He wasn't going to work Friday and since he knew her husband would be at work he wanted to spend the day making love to her tight little tattooed body. A few weeks ago Gail had confided in me that she wanted to open her and my son's marriage. She told me that they had discussed it and she was going to go ahead and start looking for a suitable...
Gail is my son's wife, she is a thirty three year old spitfire. She stands five three and weighs an even hundred pounds. She has always known I think she is extremely sexy but only last month were we able to get on a closer relationship. After she admitted to me that my son wants to watch her with someone else I too told her about my own cuckold marriage to her mother in law. While showing her some pictures on my phone of my wife sucking the cocks of her male friends I pasted a picture of my...
Ganged By Knyterose "Wasn't that show great?" Lisa asked, grinning from ear to ear. Looking at her cute little miniskirt and her long black stockings, how could I do anything but grin back? It was our second date, and she was definately the hottest woman I had ever been close to. Sometimes her 5' 9" body seemed like it was all leg, and when she wore heels like tonight, it seemed like it would be so easy just to bury my face in her lush chest. For some reason,...
Since I planted the thought of cuckolding in my wife's head it has grown like I'd never thought possible. Gail is a gift from God to me. At five four and one hundred pounds her blonde hair and blue eyes do draw attention from other men very often. I noticed this back when we dated and even though I felt a bit of jealousy I couldn't help but urge her to dress in sexy short outfits that would show off her perfect legs. The entire time we are together I'm in a constant state of arousal just from...
It was a difficult time for Gail. Her parents had been in a hostile divorce over the past few years. Every event, every conversation, every visit was laced with petty tactical ploys by both of her parents to win her loyalty and in a way, choose a side. Even now, eight months after her parents finalized their divorce, Gail found it difficult to feel comfortable visiting either of her parents. She wanted to enjoy her last summer vacation before graduating College. She decided not to spend her...
He met Debbie at his house; as per usual, his parents were out working until late that evening. They sat on the love seat in the living room and Jay was hotly kissing her swan-like neck while cupping and rubbing her big, bra-less titties through the tissue-thin fabric of her cut-off top. Her stiff nipples strained against the soft fabric, the round brown aureoles clearly visable through the nearly transparent material. Jay said “how would you like to suck and fuck a couple of guys that I...
At the age of nineteen I left home for college and I really went out of control. I came out of the closet and immersed myself in the lesbian community. I was a big hit. There was a small lesbian tavern close to campus where I used to hang out. I was under age but I never drank anything so the management let me hang around. One of my first lovers there used to call me Angel, it caught on, and to this day I still have old friends that call me Angel. I was real popular too - women even fought...
All they wanted to do was to get out, but John, being in an argumentative mood, had began to argue, saying he would move it when he had finished his drink. Obviously this did not go down well with the guy and then his two mates came in and they said in no uncertain terms they wanted it moving now or they would smash their way out. In the end, after more harsh words, John relented and went out and moved it. Apparently when he came back in he said that there had been more harsh words in the car...
I’d been married for nearly thirty years to a woman I’d known since I was in high school. Our marriage had been fairly good but with some natural ups and downs. But I don’t want to get into that. Suffice to say, when I come home from work one day and she said, ‘I need my space. You have to leave,’ I was dumbfounded. She’d decided that she no longer loved me and I found my world crumbling beneath me. Over the next year, things got progressively worse and we were divorced. I was devastated and...
It hasn't bothered me for some time now. It used too. Perhaps many or even most of you will think that it SHOULD. But the fact is, at this stage in my life, my relationship with my son John is to us, the most natural, the most beautiful, the most pure coupling imaginable. We are both secure in the strength of our love both filial and physical. We first consummated our love when he was seventeen. Perhaps at that tender age, there was an unfairness in the division of authority between us. What...
January 2018A bolt of lightning illuminated the night sky. Thunder clapped, startling Abigail in the backseat of the Uber. She was already on edge, nervous about dinner with her husband, Thomas. It wasn’t bad nervous, but she had butterflies in her stomach. She had a good idea about what they’d talk about, and was uncertain what choice she’d make.Abigail, a petite woman with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, was wearing a black dress, with black heels, stockings, garter, bra, and thong, as well...
OutdoorGail Goes to Boarding School The Hawthorne Academy for Girls was not what it once was. For one thing, it was no longer in Hawthorne. The trustees hadsold the old place to developers and had relocated to a formertuberculosis sanitarium way up in the mountains. Also, it wasno longer the elite finishing school for young ladies that it oncewas, though it pretended to be. Most of the students werethere because (A) their parents didn't have time for them or (B)they had got into trouble...
GAIL'S LONG DAY. BY MISS IRENE CLEARMONT. AN ADULT TALE OF FEMALE DOMINATION. The copyright for this ADULT fiction is held by Miss Irene Clearmont? 2012. You are warned that what comes next is sexually orientated fiction that features the domination of a man by numerous deviant women. Synopsis: Gail is a spouse that gets mistreated in the most graphic and painful way. This is Gail's story, the story of just one single day of her life. A day on which she reflects on what...
Abigail's End In the Presidential Palace, there is a dining room where only the most trustedand honoured of the dictator's guests are ever entertained. Here are the mostdecadent and opulent symbols of his power. Perhaps the most decadent and opulentsymbol of all is the white statue holding a finger-basin by the entrance. On the wall behind the statue, in an arc over its head, the inscription reads, "Tothe twin virtues of humility and obedience." It is a naked woman, and her namewas once...
Her aunt, the one she never liked very well, invited Gail to visit New Orleans, reserving a room at The Frenchman, a quaint hotel just outside the French Quarter. It was late October, and the muggy summer had given way to really nice weather. Gail, free to explore and learn, outfitted herself at one of those touristy boutiques, the better to experience Bourbon Street at night. She put on her new thong "panties", no more cloth than it would take to cover her hand, and some black vinyl low...
My wife and I went to have a beach vacation. We rented a nice condo right on the beach. My wife's sister and her husband was to join us but they had had a big fight and only my sister inlaw showed up. My wife, Lucy, was 43 when this story happened. She has black hair, big blue eyes, 5ft 6inches tall. She weighs about 130lbs, nice 32c tits. Her sister, Sandy, was 37, 5ft 3inches tall. Blonde hair with the dark roots, big blue eyes and 32c tits. Both women are fairly attractive. The first day...
Thursday, July 27th, 2006, Boston Massachusettes “Goddamn, I’m fucking sore,” I complained again for the hundredth time since leaving the hotel. I twisted in my seat, trying to find a way that I could sit without putting any pressure upon my wounded shoulder. I absentmindedly watched a couple of kids zoom by on skateboards as we sat at a red light; we were driving to a gunshop across the other side of town, and my body was throbbing. It was almost noon already; it was very sunny and hot,...
Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
Foreword.It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.But, for a large slice of the...
BDSMIt is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
"What were ye doing?" A stern voice cried, and the woman helped Abigail to her feet. "What were ye up to? Silly lass. Nearly got yourself killed." Abigail swayed slightly as she stood on her feet and the woman parked Abigail on a garden wall. "I'm fine," Abigail muttered, but the woman told her to stay there while she parked the car out of the middle of the road, and then escorted the teenage girl some stairs for a "cup of tea." Abigail's foot hurt, and her ankle was sore. She...
ABIGAIL MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY On Wednesday afternoon at the private school, Abigail could be found in the gymnasium with the three physical education teachers. Lori Johnson, Bart Wilson and Gary Thornton were naked and coupled together on an exercise mat. Gary had his stiff dick buried in Abigail’s incredible sexy student as Lori munched on the teen’s tasty pussy. Bart with his cock in Abigail’s mouth waited patiently for his turn at her marvelous ass. Abigail was on all fours with Lori beneath...
This is my first try… Leave comments to what you think could be improved! * * * It was six oclock on Friday night when Abigail began to make her way down the street towards the OLachlan house. She grumbled under her breath. There were plenty of things that she would rather be doing on a Friday night that didnt involve babysitting two teenage brats. Her mother had pressured her into babysitting the OLachlans kids, though Abigail didnt see why they needed babysitting. The oldest, Jacob, was...
Copyright Otto26, 2007 * The dungeon corridors had very low ceilings, such that Abigail was forced to bow her head. The torch of the guard in front of her danced in the puddled water on the rough-hewn stone floor and left thick ropes of smoke that quickly blended into the darkness. Even in the relative warmth of the Hungarian spring the tunnels were cold and the sound of coughing echoed through them. Abigail pressed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and shivered for a moment within her...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments are welcome. * * * * * I had just finished a partnership meeting when Jeff came up to me. ‘Mike, you are a hypnotist, right?’ He was towering over me as he said that. I am tall, but Jeff is gigantic. He is a six foot eight, former basketball player. He was also a terrific salesman. Jeff has been...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments welcome. * * * * * Jeff was very content for about two weeks. I was finishing a sales meeting when Jeff, looking puzzled, said to me: ”Would you talk to Abigail. She has been acting strange lately and I think it has something to do with the hypnosis thing.” “How has she been acting strange?” ...
It was a bloody Friday at Dean Custom Machining. About half of the people working as secretaries or assistants in the offices had found yellow envelopes on their desks upon arriving to work. The word quickly spread that they contained either layoff notices or a letter telling you that you were permanently terminated. It quickly became apparent who was fired. Most packed their belongings and left right away. Those fortunate enough to get layoff notices were expected to work until the end of the...
ReluctanceAbigail Slaughter was a woman of passion. Many of Abigail’s co-workers thought she was temperamental, the more charitable amongst them said, fiery, those that had disliked her from the get go said psychotic. None of these people had ever noticed that Abigail’s signature on any and all documentation carried an apostrophe after her given name and, that she never left a space between that and her family name. Most of Abigail’s friends would not have been surprised at this open secret, because they...
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?" "Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake. Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like she did and Abigail poured hot...
"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya, won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry." The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets back." "We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help." He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't." Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes....
Abigail cried as she fell backwards off of the wall but landed in the soft arms of her ex-boyfriend. He stared up at her and cackled gently. "Caught ya." "What d'ya want?" He put his hands underneath her legs and pulled them over the low wall and then righted her. "Ya bloody frightened me." "To share this," he told her and pulled out a small baker's bag from his pocket. She rolled her eyes, and he put his hand in hers. "And a walk." She sighed, and he sniffed. "Ya promised...
=== She had thought that pole dancing was only for strippers, and that as a feminist she should object to it, but her friends kept telling her that it was great for fitness, a genuine skilled artform, and that it made them feel really empowered. Sceptical but interested, Abigail searched online, and found an advertisement for “Pole Dancing for Feminists”, which sounded like the sort of thing she was after. Classes were Wednesdays at 7 pm. She attended her first one, and found herself in a...
WARNING: This story contains extreme racist scenes and slurs. This story takes place in the south before the civil war and is about a Caucasian girl dominating two Afro-Americans. In this story you may find racist slurs and the N-word used frequently. This is only to make the story more realistic and NOT to alienate or offend people of colorABIGAIL’S TWO DAY GIFTApril 10, 1862, Huntsville, AlabamaIt was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining in the sky and everywhere on the plantation...
If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now; Abigail and Mike were an item. There were a few raised eyebrows, but on the whole, the verdict was 'good for them' and 'Abigail obviously has something going for her'. They spent every moment together that they could; at Uni, or at one or other of their homes, but most of the time they were working or talking, though not entirely without some cuddling and kissing. The key to any successful relationship is communication, but Abigail and Mike...
Margaret knocked stoutly on the door to the flat and Abigail let her in. "Just checkin' you're all right," Margaret told her, putting a bag down on the floor, as Abigail looked alarmed. Margaret looked the young girl up and down, dressed in just a long T-Shirt and Abigail nodded. "Fine," muttered the teenage girl. "What ya up to?" Abigail held out a book. "Readin'," "Most of them are my old books," Margaret muttered. "This used to be my flat and..." She stopped when she saw...
I've been jerking off all night to Twitter bitches, but I recently came across a porn star on Twitter that I've seen in many videos that made me jizz my fucking pants. If you're not using Twitter to follow porn stars, I don't know what the fuck you're doing. If you didn't know, Twitter lets adult creators post NFSFW content like Reddit. Of course, they do this to gain fans, but you can use this to get more fap sessions out of the day! Why would you just use Twitter to look at dumb-ass trending...
Twitter Porn AccountsAbigail was gorgeous. Everything I ever looked for in a woman. She was a young college student, around 19-20 years old. She had long tan legs, the absolute perfect figure, long, curly blonde hair and the prettiest baby blue eyes. Only problem Abigail had was that she was married, as was I too. Abigail and John lived next door to us. John was your typical douchebag husband, my wife would notice the different girls he would sneak in and out of their house and Abigail Finally had enough. I...
"Yer late!" The plump girl asked her sister as she straightened her clothes in the floor-length mirror. Abigail looked around and sniffed at her podgy sister before turning round to face her. She swept her long brown hair back and picked up some toast from the kitchen table. "You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned. "Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into a cup....
"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty bitch. 'E's mine." "Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her sister away from her. "He just liked me better." "No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening. "'Cause I ain't fat like you."...
Abigail was nervous as she rang the bell on the door to the solicitors. "Come in," she heard shouted and she nervously pushed open the door and walked up the stairs to the second floor; it was above a large newsagents, and she was smiled at by the middle aged woman. "This is Jake, my legal partner." "Partner?" "Work partners," she told her. Jake was at least ten years younger than Margaret and had short black hair on top of a grinning face and a stocky body. "Hey, no more...
Abigail sat nervously in the reception area of the international acting school, biting her nails. She flicked her hair back and studied the handful of other candidates, all frantically reciting words under their breath or reading intently from books. Shona squeezed her daughter's arm as she put down and then picked up her book, taking deep breaths and opening it to the page, before closing it again. "Yer just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond. It was the...
"No good?" The burly figure of her father sat next to her and looked into his daughter's misty eyes. She shook her head. "Not past the first," she muttered. "Stoopid dreamin'," Moira told her. "Ya not gonna be in those silly films ya watch. Ah've told you hunners ae times." "That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" "She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat...