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as I was wanking my big clit and cumming I had this massive urge to pee urgently, so just let it gush out which triggered the most fantastic orgasm.†Being employed as Norton House general factotum and handyman, my life took on an entirely new meaning and taught me that life really does begin at 60. Everything was discreet and the tenants very nice and pleasant. One thing I did learn was that all the residents changed inside out, so to speak. When going out, one would think they were just...
FantasyRosemary waited Rosemary waited. Shedressed to the exact directions of her Master. She wore no bra. She worea black corset that pulled her waist to about 20 inches. She was barefootand wore a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings. Her cunt was bare. Normallyshe would just shave, today she had covered her cunt with wax and thenripped every hair out by its root. The only things on her cunt were sixheavy loop rings that had been pushed through her pierced labia the daybefore. On her chest was...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
The wail of a mortally wounded soul brought Maggie and I to a startled awakening. My mother's body bent double as she clutched her stomach. She cried out her sister's name as if cursing a demon out to possess her soul. She moaned and collapsed to the floor unconscious. The pounding steps of my father beat a staccato rhythm on the stairs. Maggie didn't panic, but leaped out of bed, grabbed a robe and knelt by her prostrate sister. My father roared, "What's happened to her?" He quickly...
Background: Rosemary is a married Dominican mother. She has a body many men lust over, but she has remained mostly innocent her whole life. She never even fucked anyone except for her husband. Rosemary learns about herself when she meets a new neighbor, Michael. Thanks to Michael, Rosemary has uncovered true freedom she's been missing her whole life.I’ve never been one to socialize with neighbors, but Michael was different. I work from home while my k**s are at school and my husband works until...
Gibraltar, September 1807 Lady Carter walked through the rooms of their rented house one more time, making sure they had not forgotten anything. The furnishings would stay in place as per agreement with the owner of the house against a compensation of thirty-two pounds. This was fine for Harriet, since it freed her of the need to sell the items separately. Seeing nothing left behind, Harriet went downstairs. Jenny was holding Richard on her arm who had woken only a short while ago and was...
Margaret was awoken by a mouth sucking on her, just forming, breast and another one was licking at her slit. She squirmed about, enjoying the feelings that were going through her body. "I think she's awake, Sinister!" Dexter's voice came to Margaret's ears. "No I'm not, I'm still sleeping!" Margaret said curling herself up in an effort to get more sleep. "No time for that, you've got to have a shower and get dressed!" Sinister said while she and Dexter dragged her from the bed...
Copyright © 2006 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved. Author’s Note: on second thought, I don’t have anything say at this point. Just start reading and I’ll meet you at the end. ~~~~~ * o0o * ~~~~~ At this precise moment I am in a darkened motel room, sitting in the desk chair that I have quietly placed next to the bed watching my wife Margaret as she sleeps. The room is not completely dark. There is just enough light that I can see the features on her face as she gently breathes in and out....
In the two days since sixty-year-old Margaret Leech had given her employer, thirty-three-year-old Richard Moran, a very hard hairbrush spanking and the two had then had sex, there had been frequent text contact between the two. The texts were very sexually suggestive and were indicative of the wishes of them both to continue their sexual relationship.Margaret went to Richard's house to do the cleaning on Friday and was hoping that there would be a message of some sort from her much younger...
Matureaccident. Carrie, Margaret’s daughter, had been put in the hospital with a coma. Margaret wasn’t as worried about Carrie. Something in her soul told her that her daughter would emerge from this long sleep. It was Ricky, out there in the world on his own, in a small town where reputation was everything, that she was worried about. Margaret knew about being young, and she knew about temptation. She was concerned about what kind of trouble her young son-in-law might get himself into...
We took turns fucking Clara, then Clyde surprised me by giving me a blowjob. I hadn’t known until then that he was bisexual also, and Clara and I were both pleased with this development. Clara, who had seen me suck another friend’s cock once before, had by this time kissed and sucked some pussy herself, beginning with her cousin Olivia, who had first introduced us, and saw nothing unusual about it, and actually got turned on by it. Clyde became a regular partner with us at the old pumphouse,...
I was looking at Margaret in my arms, knowing that the one thing I needed was beyond my reach. She looked at me and smiled (she actually SMILED!) at me. "It's alright Master, I don't mind really. I'm happy as I am!" She said. "But Margaret, what you have here is a temporary existence at most. The two aspects that have been placed in you won't last without proper maintenance. They can drive you mad as well as themselves. I have to help you." I pleaded with her. She slowly shook her...
Damn it, Margaret, I bought him the most uncomfortable full body brief, and he still enjoyed it. He say's we girls just have to suffer to maintain an attractive girlish figure. I'd love to knock his girlish figure through the roof. How I wish he'd suffer the real cramps we women go through during our periods. I'll bet he'd love it. He uses his tampons and maxi pads throughout the month anyway. He takes Midol and his women's one-a-day vitamins so he can be more like me. It makes me sick to...
I awoke alone, as I had for the past week. The sunlight was pushing its way into my bedroom without any regard to my privacy, lighting up the dark recesses of my room. I groaned I don't know when I went to bed... Then I realised, I didn't know when I went to bed! I thought back to the last memory I had of yesterday. I spoken to Elizabeth yet again - The council had already accused me of disposing of Margaret and there was talk of withholding Billie-Jo and Pauline, but Elizabeth had...
Right behind Alexander, in stepped Margaret. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse, a black skirt, nude hose, and four inch pumps. He make-up was immaculate. She said, “Hi, Amy.” Amy couldn’t believe her eyes. It had to be a dream. She was sure that she was imaging them both, even as they stood before her. “I see you haven’t changed anything,” Margaret said. Amy fainted to the floor. The piss puddle grew as it surrounded her supine form. Margaret looked at Alexander. She stepped over...
Debbie and Tony were going on holiday, they were going to Portugal. They went every year and always went to the same villa in Lagos.It had 6 months since we had met and they had Introduced me to their "private society" of friends.Remember previously when I had the threesome with Debbie and Margaret, well I had yet to meet her husband Alan.Margaret and Alan were comfortable money wise, Alan owned a successful property business and their house was, according to Debbie, amazing. It had a small...
Having spent Friday night together, thirty-three-year-old Richard Moran and his sixty-year-old cleaning lady Margaret Leech wasted little time in arranging another lovemaking session.On Sunday, Richard phoned Margaret. "I can't stop thinking about you. When can we get together again?" he asked."I can't stop thinking about you either. When do you suggest?" she replied."Well you are working here on Tuesday so how about spending Monday night here so that you are ready for work bright and early?"...
MatureI met Margaret outside my favorite drinking spot, an English pub in south Florida. I was sitting at a table outside having a beer when along came Margaret and her husband. The place was busy so they asked if they could sit across from me. Margaret wasn’t beautiful but she had a very pretty face: beautiful full lips and big green eyes. Despite her Anglo-sounding first name, Margaret was Chinese by birth. Her parents had named her after some movie actress they liked. She had a wonderful body:...
Wife LoversThe next two days were the same, I'd laze around in bed, getting grumpy every hour, Trinity had removed my drip but had tied me to the bed to stop me getting up — I think she was getting her own back for when I tied her up as Margaret. The twins would use me when Trinity wasn't around, to practise their 'lost' skills. Which was alright for them! I suppose. Then I was able to get a hand loose, and started to undo my ties. I'm not sure how it happened, I think that Sinister had done it...
Just A Bit Of Fun Part 3 Margaret GowerBilly had been swimming, he came home and put his wet trunks and towel in the hamper in the bathroom. “Hello Billy,” his mother greeted him as he came into the living room.“Hi mum, what are we having for tea?”“Just egg and chips, is that okay?”He nodded enthusiastically, this was his favourite. “Can I have fried bread with it?”“Yes, of course you can, but I have something to ask you.”He had just helped himself to a biscuit and had taken a large bite of...
STARTER. There is a saying that it never rains but it pours. Well, the other day, it was pouring - the heavens had opened and god's bathwater was flooding the land. A strong wind was driving the rain almost horizontally; umbrellas were useless as they kept being blown inside out and one had to lean heavily into the torrent. It was only just after 11am but street lights had already been switched on, and I had had to put on a table lamp and turn the gas fire up to full. I stood gazing...
This was inspired by a column by Beverly Beckham in the Boston Globe. Used with her permission. Thanks always to blackrandl1958 for her editing and guidance. Sixty days: Was it only sixty days ago that I cut the cord and the delivery room nurse handed me our bundle of joy? I held her for just a few moments, feeling her tiny heart beating against my chest before gently placing her on my wife’s chest, basking in the glow of their love. Jane stroked Margaret’s head and smiled up at me. “We...
Have you ever thought back to an event in your life and wished you had changed the outcome? Recently, I did just that. When I was much, much younger, I took a job at a major research university in the Midwest. One of the first things I had to do after taking the job was to hire an Administrative Assistant.Margaret was a feisty redhead, in her mid-thirties, with two small kids, and in the process of getting divorced from an abusive husband. She appeared competent. Not the best-qualified person...
Office SexIt's amazing how things fall into place sometimes. Fate has a funny way working things out. An example would be my former volleyball coach, Margaret. I always admired her when she was a young teacher trying to get the best out of us, both as a team and as individuals. You could say it was my first girlcrush, even though I didn't really explore my lesbian desires back then. There was always a rumor that she liked girls, an unfair label that seemed to apply to all young female coaches.We've been...
Anita and I had been invited to attend a costume party at a local convention center; the place was too large; ideal for a dance floor.I had chosen to be The Zorro; but Ana laughed when she saw me dressed in that costume, saying she would be Cat Woman.A very sexy Cat Woman, I told Ana, a very slutty one also…She looked hot in her feline costume; so I asked her for a quick blow and of course, Anita gave one just wonderful…Once we got into the party, I noticed it was in full swing.Lot of people...
I had been assigned temporary duty overseas. A few days before I was to leave I called the wife of a friend who was posted at my destination to see if she wanted to send him something. She said she would definitely have something for me to take to him and to come by the night before I left. On the eve of my departure I went over to their house. Her name was Margaret and she was, as they say, terminally cute. Very small, short dark hair, very outgoing. She was two or three years older than me....
First TimeI have had a interest in photography and older women. In the last few years ive been able to get my photographs In several on line sites and now make a nice living doing this as well as being able to pay the women a rate they are happy with. I do not have to advertise any longer because i get a large number of ladys referred by friends of my models. Which is how i met Margaret. Most of my photos are of the mature MILF type. From age 40 and up, there is a huge demand for them on line. My friend...
Margaret Jeanette?s Sperm Count [Revised] With an alternative ending by Samantha Jay ? I like Margaret?s stories immensely, but I feel unsatisfied with some of her endings. As an author I write mainly for myself so I write the endings I want and I suspect that Margaret probably did too. When I read this story an alternative ending suggested itself, now I would normally ask the author?s permission to change a story, but since Margaret tragically died early February I am unable to do...
It was Sunday morning again, and the day before Pat and I were to leave Margaret's to return home. I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon, and heard Pat and Margaret talking downstairs in the kitchen. I pulled on a t-shirt and sweatpants, and headed downstairs. "Well, good morning sleepyhead", Margaret said as I walked in. Pat was finishing his meal, and was dressed and ready to head to church. I sat down at the table, and Margaret made up a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast for me....
Margaret the Vampire: Franco, My Love - By Joney Cunningham It has been a century since I became a vampire and a woman. Franco and I have traveled the whole of the world tasting its diversity as if we were choosing fine wines before a feast. It was nearing the turn of a new century and times were much different from the time of my rebirth and my father's princedom. Night befell the manor we purchased in London, so it was time to wake from our vampire slumber. I...
I had just finished packing for the trip home when I heard the front door. "Hey, Trev, are you here?", Margaret called out. I walked to the landing at the top of the stairs and said, "Yes...just finished packing." She set her pirse down, and started up the stairs saying, "I invited a few people over tonight for a small farewell party for you and Pat...I sent him to the store to pick up some some things." As she reached the landing, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Did you...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Fat Margaret! It was a name that Maggie Wilson had been running from for most of her life. It had certainly had positive effects, she knew that. After all, she would think to herself, ‘Look at me now!’ And her reverie was true, looking at her currently meant that the name ‘Fat Margaret’ didn’t make sense at all. It had been the brain child of her Uncle Clarence. He was so completely unlike his brother, Maggie’s lovely Dad Roger, that you would hardly give credence to the fact that they were...
At one stage Margaret was going to be away working with one of the guys from the office for two weeks. I knew he fancied her and I had this fantasy of him fucking her whilst they were away. I used to tell her that I hoped she dressed sexy whilst she was away and to make sure she took some of her shear stockings.. I knew that he fancied her. I invited him around for drinks and dinner one night about a week before they where due to go. Of course as soon as I knew she was going I had been planting...
Margaret the Vampire: The Beginning. by Joney Cunningham Authors note: This is the first story of Margaret the gender vampire. ************* My name is Margaret Trudoe. I am a vampire who has lived since the dark ages. I was born Markus Antonious of Ranear. I am not like other vampires you have read about. Actually vampires come in many species. I am what you would call a gender vampire. You see, I was born a boy and was reborn as a female vampire, but that depends on my mood and...
Hi, I'm Katie Richardson and I'm being punished. Everyone thinks I did something bad to Sister Mary Margaret, but they can't prove any of it. Well, that doesn't seem to matter to my stepmother, Dora Lee, she told me I'd have to stay in my room all afternoon unless I was willing to give Sister Mary Margaret back. Hah, now that I'm 14, cruel and unusual punishment just won't work on me anymore. Nope, why, I bet I could stay in my room a whole day without breaking down. Anyhow, it all...
‘You want me to spank you?’ I stared at her, shocked. This was not at all where I thought the conversation would lead when she had suggested that we have a talk. A talk which turned out to be about the state of our marriage. ‘I’m not saying its compulsory. But I want us to talk about the things that will put the spark back into our sex life,’ she said. ‘We didn’t need to talk about sex when we first married, we just fucked like rabbits whenever we had the urge, which was often.’ I grinned,...
I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. A little worried that my kinks had scared her off, I went to the kitchen, where, to my instant relief, I found Margaret puttering around the stove. Wearing nothing but one of my shirts, she was frying up some eggs and bacon. I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her breasts."Careful," she said, "I'd hate to see you get burned.""Precisely why my hands are strategically placed," I replied, squeezing each orb. "Like a good banker,...
Straight Sexmargaret by romantic_for_u"I'll have my attorney make something up." He said. I laughed then replied. "Your lawyer is good at that. Mine will eat him alive." I said not knowing what attorney I'd find to represent me but knowing women always win out in a divorce. "Speaking of making things up I'll tell my attorney that you've been fucking your secretary for years." I quipped. "You can't prove that." He quickly replied. I gave him a dirty look then answered. "We just see about that." I then...
It was Sunday, and Pst was up early to help the minister with the morning service. Margaret made breakfast for the three of us, and told me I could stay home an relax due to the fact I wasn't a member of their religion. Pat left, and Margaret poured herslef another cup of coffee, and sat down at the table with me. In a soft and warm tone, she said, "Trev...what has been goin on between us may or may not be strictly moral, but I want you to know that it has made me feel more alive than I've ever...
Whomever it was, they were either really young, or a very petite girl. As I got closer I could make out the goth hair and clothes so I was pretty sure who I was dealing with. When I was only a few feet away I said quietly, "Wow, nice work." The painter jumped and spun around, eyes wide open. "Don't worry, I'm not going to report you. Your art is just stunning." "Uh.... thanks. I'm not used to, you know, being caught in the act." "So where did you learn to paint like this? Do...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
The insistent ringing of the door bell brought me out of a deep slumber. The room was in darkness apart from the red glow of my fire, cats stretched out in front it lapping up it's heat. Riiiiiiiiinnnnnggggggg. Ring - Ring. Who the hell could it be at this time of night?! I then realised - it wasn't night, it was 4h30pm but already dark, - I must have lost track of time, away in a dream world. "OK, OK," I grumbled going to the intercom in the hall. "Yeah?" pressing the...
I had to make an ovenight road trip for work. It was the same city my boyhood friend Pat's grandmother, Margaret had lived in when we stayed with her some years back, and i couldn't help remembering how it was to be intimate with her. I stopped to fuel up the truck before heading for home, and went into the gas station to grab a soda while the gas jockey serviced it. As I turned away from the vending machine, I saw an extremely attractive older woman sitting in one of the chairs, looking...
April, 1985, Chicago, Illinois “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Alice said. “Were you serious when you said that?” I asked with quivering voice. “You being white as a sheet and that broken coffee mug say you think I am!” She was playing word games like Jessica! “True,” I answered, daring to breathe again. “It took me by surprise. I thought Penny was kidding when she scampered over here on the way to school.” “I did tell Penny ‘yes’,” she said. I chuckled, “You are torturing me! On...
The child born to Lady Margaret and the Duke of Manchester was a beautiful girl child. She looked like a total angel. It wasn't until her third winter that her mother made the startling deduction that her offspring was, if it may be permitted to be brutally honest, "A spoiled brat and a bitch to boot!" Margaret didn't shout out her assessment within hearing distance of the beautiful girl but as the nature of such things often are in reality, the child knew exactly what her mother...
We begin this week’s show with an establishing shot of a picturesque marina/harbour. Opposite us, expensive looking houses line a hillside. Below them, the estuary - a wide, flat expanse of water ... Small sailing boats and yachts sit steady on the surface near us. To the side of the water, a wide paved pedestrian area, and then a narrow (one-way) road with plenty of street-side parking, and then a row of old shop-fronts. We move along infront of the shops, looking in through the windows –...
After joining the New York University, Margaret never had a day of peace. She is from Oklahoma and the vibrant life of the city was beyond her. She had a hard time making her place among the divas in college. She could hardly imagine dressing so fashion-forward in an educational institution. But she wanted to feel included badly. She wanted a boyfriend. She was 22-year-old and still a virgin- a secret she intended to take to her grave. She appeared nerdy which did not help either. So, she...
Real HookupMera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
We had gone to a friend's daughter's wedding. Margaret looked stunning in her heels and seamed stockings. Almost as soon as we were at the reception, which was held right next door to where we lived, three young guys in their early twenties came up for a chat. One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and she looked great in stockings, and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on. They asked me if she dressed for sex. They were cheeky, to say the least, and Margaret was...
MatureMargaret had packed for her weekend, just the essentials, sexy lingerie and bikini.... Off to a health spa with her handsome fella.... They'd been desperate to see each other again after an amazing day of lust fuelled sex recently and David had booked them into a health spa.... It was her birthday afterall....They stood at the hotel lobby staring at each other intensley, the longing in his groin becoming very evident... As she in turn found herself getting very fidgety due to the uncomfortable...
We had gone to a friends daughters wedding, Margaret looked stunning in her heels and seamed stockings. Almost as soon as we were at the reception, which was held right next door to where we lived, 3 young guys early 20's came up for a chat. One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and that is was great to that she wore stockings and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on. They asked me if she dressed for sex, and if she would be likely to give them a better look. I told...
Tim’s Tails In the beginning ,,,,,,, I can look back now and realize not only how fortunate and lucky I was as a child. Many of these memories bring more than a smile to my face. If you stick around long enough you will hear all of my tales. I was raised in the house my mother was raised in in the western suburbs of Chicago in a simple Victorian home on a street of Victorian homes run by a Victorian woman. I am grateful I did not end up that way. The home to the south of us housed the Parker...
MatureHe watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...