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The phone was far more effective than the alarm clock. The shrill tone was enough to wake even a sound sleeper like my Master. Master's arm made me safe and contented and my aching nipples and ass were constant reminders that I had been well used the night before. I had been up for some times because of the discomfort before the phone rang. My restless hands stroked his chest and abdomen, raking lightly with my nails. After his promise last night that more was to come, I could hardly stand to sit quietly and wait. Rubbing my face against the hair on his chest, I licked and suckled at his skin. His laugh rumbled against my tongue while he listened to his caller. A good pinch to my bum, and I was sent to the floor to wait patiently. Not much chance of that, of course. I slid off the bed with a pout and turned on my hands and knees three times before I curled up on the floor with my tongue lolling from the side of my mouth. I heard the smile when he said, "good puppy." Wagging my bum and heading to the closet on all fours with a bark, I decided to demonstrate what a good puppy I could be.

Master was sitting at the side of the bed when I came back into the room, still talking on the phone and idly stroking his cock. It caught me by surprise again—the pleasure of looking at him. My eyes raked him from head to toe and I licked my lips loudly and mouthed "yum". He is powerfully made and so damn male. His thick cock stirred at my blatant admiration, although the phone kept his attention. Tearing my gaze from it, I turned on my hands and knees to show him my surprise. The leather flogger brushed my thighs and made soft noises when I wagged my new tail proudly. The handle stretched my ass nicely, though not as well as his cock. Even with the generous lubricant it was slightly uncomfortable, but that would pass soon enough. With all the enthusiasm of a puppy, I pranced to Master and nuzzled his thigh. When Master ignored me I panted loudly and growled in my throat, grabbing and shaking the bedclothes to get his attention. I was laughing when he ended the phone call saying, "the dog needs to go out, but there will be an answer by e-mail in the morning."

I was not laughing when he told me to fetch his sneakers and the leash. Wrinkling my nose, I moved on all fours to rummage through the closet. The tail swished back and forth and distracted me repeatedly. When I came back Master was sliding his shirt over his head and I could tell by the expression on his face that I had annoyed him. I dropped the tennis shoes at his feet and smiled hopefully, before going back to the closet for the leash and collar that hung on a low hook. Maybe the fact that I played fetch with my mouth would return the smile to his face. When he sent me to fetch a newspaper, I knew that wasn't the case. I moved as quickly as I could, crawling to the chair where the newspaper was usually dropped after we spent a Sunday morning devouring it. Fast, was all I could think by then, move fast and please him. The newsprint was yuck in my mouth. I bumped my shoulder in a doorway on the way back but didn't stop until I had dropped the paper at his feet. The sneakers weren't on yet. It made my belly hot and tight, seeing his bare feet and jeans. That is so damn sexy to me for some reason. Not that his feet were pretty, they were just his and that is always enough to arouse me. Without being asked I turned so that my ass and the silly tail were high in the air and my nose was pressed to the ground. I did not have to force the little shiver of fear than ran down my spine. I was not worried about the paper swatting me. No, I was worried about the frown on Master's face and why it was there.

"Slave, do you want me to tell you that you are cute with that tail?" I nodded yes and whimpered in my throat, wiggling so the leather made a swooshing sound. "Whiny puppies are never cute," he reprimanded. Ah, I crossed a line when I interrupted the phone call. Ashamed that I had forgotten my place, I waited patiently while he sat and tied his sneakers-- sighing that I couldn't watch his bare feet anymore. The smacks with the newspaper were more noise than pain, but I whimpered and wiggled obediently. When he put the newspaper down I turned and licked his sneakers-- wiggling my whole body and promising with my enthusiasm to be good. Master laughed, a real deep-throated laugh that boded poorly for me. "You don't really think that was your punishment do you? Bring me the leash, slave and a garbage bag from under the sink."

I moved the leash a few feet, so that he could easily reach it and made haste to the cabinet under the sink. Impatient with the dog game, I opened the door with my hands and pulled a trash bag out of the yellow box. An icy fist grabbed my stomach and I gagged a little on my own fear. Only my desire to please him allowed me to move quickly back to the bedroom with the offending item between my teeth. When he took the bag from my mouth I could see how very serious he was. "Are you ready, bitch?" I nodded, and quietly whispered yes. Putting me in a hood was one of his most effective punishments. I hate the feeling of being closed in. The plastic bag was far more frightening to me than the hood he used in the past. When I looked at the floor it wasn't so bad. Of course, Master told me to raise my chin and look forward. His fingers probed until they found my mouth and I instinctively recoiled. Master took no notice as he ripped an opening in the plastic. The space was widened until my mouth and nose were exposed. My body visibly relaxed. The hole was pressed around my nose and two strips came off a tape roll (oh, I know that sound well). The sticky strips held the plastic at my chin and the bridge of my nose. If I hadn't been the bitch in the bag, I would have applauded his cleverness.

I didn't protest when he moved behind me. It felt like the bag was tied in a knot or bunched high between my shoulder blades. Familiar cuffs were put onto my wrists and I was unresisting as my hands were pulled tightly together at mid-spine. There was muttering about puppies and collars before the plastic was wrapped snug around my throat. And then it was very, very quiet-- my chance to adjust to the hot sack. Already my hair was slick with sweat and alarm skittered like a living thing across my skin. Fear filled my mouth with the taste of bile and sawdust. Without my hands, I was completely vulnerable. It did not matter that Master had used the same bondage on my wrists before with blindfold and gag. The small opening for breath was new and frightening. The hot bag blinded me and crinkled ridiculously every time I moved my head. It forcibly brought home that I was owned. My body, my pleasure, even my thoughts were subject to Master's needs and demands. It was the way things were. The way I preferred them. My anxiety receded some as I assumed the familiar posture. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, emphasizing Master's ass and tits. This was what I wanted: to be Master's, to be completely devoted to him. Owned by a man strong enough to impose his will on me so that my own wants melted beneath the compelling heat of his need.

That man was in front of me again, fingers resting at my lips. I obediently licked at them, savoring the salty taste. I had given myself completely to this new game; there was no need to explain. Master knew. He shocked me then, with a kiss pressed hard to my lips and a sharp tug at the ring above my clit-- the piercing I got for him, to show that I was his own. I was pulled to my bare feet and led through the house by his hand at the small of my back. The silly tail made soft noises and tickled my thighs. We were all the way to the smooth tile of the laundry room before I realized what felt so odd. Something kept brushing my knees and thighs. A familiar jingle of metal was enough to tell me the leash was attached to my hood ring. That realization hit me only a moment before the back door opened. 'I have to take the dog for a walk." He'd said that. I thought it cute. Nothing seemed cute to me now.

Even the insistent tug at my crotch couldn't compel me to move. I didn't know my jaw was hanging open until master offered to put something in it. I pressed my lips together so fast that I bit my tongue. I don't know how my shoes ended up on my feet. He was speaking, and I struggled to focus on the words, in spite of the fact that the door stood open. It is odd, that I could tell a thing like that. There was not a smell or a temperature change, but I could feel that there was open space where there should be none. "Do you know what I have in my pocket, slave? I'll bet you are ready to feel them again." I had no idea what he meant, but answered 'yes sir' just before he took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and attached the toothed clamp. My knees buckled and I gagged on the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. His hand on my elbow steadied me. I thanked him in a breathy whisper. Impulsively, wanting to please, I begged him for the other. And screamed with the pain once both my nipples were clamped. Clenching my jaw, I rocked and moaned my way through red waves of sensation. The metal teeth were efficient and very tight. It was agony. Not the exquisite pleasure of pain that Master usually gave me. No. Those clamps were discipline and the hurt was horrific and not sexual at all. I was on my knees then; unsure of how I got there. Gasping and panting, with my wrists behind my back, the tension between the two clips was unbearable. I tried in vain to bring my shoulders forward and ease my suffering. His calm words and sure hands soothed me through the worst of it. Calling me his bitch, his whore, his pain slut, stoking the flames of my devotion until I accepted his correction. Rubbing my face against his familiar thighs, I felt the slick plastic on my cheek instead of his jeans. My thank-you was high and breathy, and sincere. Sweet god, I love when he hurts me beyond what I think I can bear.

Back on my feet, I stayed bent slightly at the waist. It eased the ache some. Master would have none of it though, and chastised me about my posture. When I stood straight; trembling and sweating, He tugged slightly with the leash and invited me to shake my tail outside. Hissing and whimpering, I took a few tentative steps. One foot in front of the other, that was all I could think… step, step. Not the tearing at my nipples or the burn in my shoulders. I didn't think about the humiliation of standing in the backyard with a flogger shoved up my ass and a leash attached to my pussy and that hot, nasty bag over my face. I could not think of anything except obeying Master with one foot in front of the other. Worshiping him with my obedience.

His hands forced me to my knees, and grasping my hips, he made me move forward until there was a tension on the leash. The other end had to be attached to something. No matter how I held my head, I couldn't see what that was. The grass itched under my knees. I was vaguely aware that my nipples had adjusted to their particular torture if itchy grass had my attention. "Open." And then more insistent, "Open." Confused at first, I opened my mouth wide. The thin whip slid across my tongue. I licked and kissed the leather. And then it sliced like a razor across my ass. There was nowhere to go and no way to resist. The leash jerked back each time I moved. It held me as surely as an umbilical cord while Master laid his stripes on me with a maddening thoroughness. He had the patience of an artist. Each brush stroke was a searing thread leaving a delicate line of blood red. He ruthlessly prepared his canvas; moving up my back in increments until he reached my shoulders. My arms and hands were indiscriminately marked as well. In the end, he would break me. Then, from raw flesh Master would create a beautiful work that pleased him.

I was weeping openly now, wheezing and sobbing with the pain-- Master's pain, his gift to me. The leash was slack now. His hands rubbed the raised welts on my back, tracing some lightly and slapping his palm on others. "Draw it into you, little slave. Accept Master's pain. Embrace it with your heart." I wanted so much to obey. This wasn't submission for me: it was religion. I would sacrifice anything for Master. My entire body was trembling as he drew me to my feet and asked for my tongue. Reluctantly I stuck it out afraid of what was next. The clips from my nipples were released and a clothespin bit my tongue as the blood throbbed bright and hot where the clamps had been. I stumbled behind as he led me around the backyard. Drool was wet and shiny on my chin. There was no way to clean it up or stop it with the clothespin clamped hard on my tongue.

"This is a good spot," Master told me as he released my wrists. "Hands and knees, puppy." Cramped muscles adjusted again to free movement. As quickly as possible I fell to my knees and tested my weight on my hands. I was not prepared for him to jerk the flogger from my ass. My teeth snapped together on the fucking wooden clothespin. I yelped and my shoulders jerked with sobs again. I was sorry I had ever wagged my ass at him. "This is a good spot. Hurry, puppy. I have things to do." Confused by his directions, I waited for him to say more. He twisted one sore nipple and tugged my tit from my body, "Go, puppy and hurry." He thought I was going to pee in the grass? The man was fucking crazy if he thought that. Discerning my thoughts, Master grabbed a nipple in each hand, dared me to say it out loud. I didn't think anything then. My flesh was raw and cut. His touch was the center of my consciousness. I prayed to faint, wanting the escape. But things like that only happen in novels.

When his grip eased, I sat stubbornly, and tried to look serious. Of course, he couldn't see the stern expression on my face. It was covered with that ridiculous bag. Drool had run down onto my chest. I wasn't negotiating from a position of strength. The slave would lose this contest of wills—that was preordained. Master always wins. It is the thing I like most about him. "I can't, Master. Please, please don't ask me to do this." Only, it sounded like gibberish because of the pin. I growled in my throat and pulled back until the leash reminded me to be still.

An uncomfortable silence, and then Master said, "Guess else what I have in my pocket?" With my boobs swinging freely under me, he had no trouble tugging two cable ties into nice loops around first the left and then the right. Done well, cable ties are perfect for breast bondage. Even if I couldn't see, I knew that each breast jutted obscenely forward now and soon they would both be bright red. My nipples would become so engorged that they would throb with pain at a casual touch. There were tiny little clicks, as each tie was pulled just a bit tighter. Tight enough to tear my skin and leave bruises. The leash was passed through my thighs so that each tug rubbed it across my cunt and asshole. His foot pressed my shoulders to the ground as he pulled the leash. When the tension pleased him, he barked for me to turn my head to the side. The end of the leash was pressed in my open mouth and I was ordered to keep it there.

Busy as I was trying to hold on to the leash around the pin on my tongue and concentrating on breathing through my nose, I missed the telltale sound of Master's belt coming off. The first blow was a complete surprise. If you have never received a serious spanking, I assure you it is not just a single sensation. At least it is not if you are at the receiving end of it. First is the sound of the belt slicing through the air and snapping sharp and crisp against its target. Then the tightening of muscles, and heat that builds to a burn.

My hands jerked back to soothe the throb and the next two blows caught both palms. I screamed and dropped the leash, jerking my hands up and lacing them together under my forehead. I screamed again and again as the leather snapped methodically on my skin in a steady tattoo of heat and pain. I forgot that we were outside, forgot everything except the furious leather blows on my skin. The belt laid welts on the back of my thighs, cracking against my cunt. Deliberate strokes placed with the precision of railroad tracks. Desperate, I sc****d the clothespin off with my teeth. My cries were thick with tears, "please, please, stop master. I'm sorry. I'll be good, please, don't. I'll pee, anything you want. I am sorry." Reduced then to incoherent babbling, I arched my back more and dug my nails into my palms. When I had no screams left, air hissed through my clenched teeth. I think I prayed.

When the assault ended, the belt was cinched tightly around my breasts. I discovered there was one scream left in me, as my tits were flattened and the tight rings of plastic cut into me. I exhaled sharply, and the belt was tightened just one more notch. Then Master's hands stroked my tender ass and traced the lines from the whip he had drawn across my back. "Do you want me to stop hurting you, little slave? Is it so hard to obey?" A deep shudder ran the length of my body. Everything hurt and the bag was suffocatingly hot. His two thumbs slipped into my ass and stretched the gaping hole farther. The area around my clit ring was raw and sore, my back and ass and thighs throbbed and my breasts were so painful that I could only breathe in short, sharp gasps. Low and clear, I answered, "Please hurt me, Master. I want everything you'll give me." The clothespin went back on my tongue and I was given another chance to be a good puppy. It was anticlimactic when I finally released my bladder. My thighs and belly were wet as we went back towards the house. Master whistled and I followed the sound as fast as I could.

On the patio, the leash was removed and Master took off my collar and the garbage bag. What an incredible relief. I hoped the clothespin would go, but he left that on my tongue as well as the binding on my abused tits. I rubbed my head against his legs and followed him back inside. Right inside the door his hand curled tightly in my hair, and urged me up to my knees. Hands shaking, I managed to unzip his pants and draw his thick straining cock out. Master's cock is beautiful. Thick and hard, it jutted proudly from his body. He rubbed the head across my upper lip and face. Tracing a sticky trail of fluid over my cheeks. A few experimental thrusts between my lips, and he removed the clothespin. Filling my mouth immediately instead with his demanding cock. I sucked eagerly, stroking his shaft with my sore tongue and trying to keep my lips wrapped around my teeth. My hands rubbed the hard planes of his thighs and kneaded his sexy ass under the denim.

"Don't move, girl." Each word was punctuated with a thrust of his cock. He was as deep as I could ever take him now. Crammed against the roof of my mouth with a good inch left outside my lips. Impatient, he pushed me back against the door and jerked my hair until I raised my chin. "Get it wet." I spit on my hand and stroked a few times. He fucked my mouth slow and easy until his cock was completely erect. I drew a breath when he paused. Trapped between the door and his body, I felt him shove the head deep in my throat. And I came. It was so fucking erotic and powerful to be taken that way that my cunt tightened and exploded in an incredible orgasm. He pulled back and I gasped. There was not enough time to breathe before he filled my throat again with his thick pole. I struggled and he waited. Drawing back long enough for me to suck air once or twice and then plunging forward again. It was a sensual dance that proved over and over who held the power.

His thrusts grew more erratic and I grew more desperate for a full breath of air. When he at last drew out of my mouth, I wheezed and rasped. I watched as he wrapped his hand around his cock. I love watching him work his own dick, but damn I wanted to taste him. Opening my mouth wide, I waited and his hand tightened in my hair. Master didn't disappoint me. Soon hot cum covered my face and I tasted his cream in my mouth. He rubbed his dick on my face and filled my mouth again. The grip on my hair eased. I felt him soften some in my mouth and dragged my nails over his balls lightly.

We stayed that way for a few minutes. Slave nursing softly and Master accepting her worship. "All right?" he asked. I nodded, blushing hot and red. He let me rest my forehead against his thigh. I was completely done in. And I had never felt so owned. The bondage would come off and the bruises would fade, but I had been taken farther than ever before. I sighed with gratitude and kissed his hip.

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Playful Pussy

Andrea and Jay had been sat on the sofa, idly watching TV without really being interested, as their relationship was still fresh, they had subconsciously moulded themselves to each other and Jay's left arm was cuddling Andrea tightly. Andrea made a casual off the cuff remark about her thinking about stopping shaving her cunt and Jay turned and looked at her as he said, "If that's your attitude then you had better go upstairs to our bedroom and remove all your clothes, stand in a corner...

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Pregnant With Puppies

Carolyn Sanders glanced at her 14-year-old daughter as they drove along the country road. At nearly 5'5" and with long blonde hair, Lisa was becoming a young woman--her legs were getting longer, she was already wearing an A-cup bra, her waist was getting thinner and she was always talking with her girlfriends about boys. Carolyn had been putting off the birds-and-the-bees talk because she knew it was impossible for Lisa to get pregnant until she experienced something that none of her other...

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Playful Wrestling becomes FuckFest for Wife

My wife has always played the tough invisible role. Despite her 5'4" 112 pound size, she never backed away regardless of the gender or size of her opponent. She had confided in me that over the years growing up that this trait had got her ass kicked on more than one occasion. If nothing else, my wife has always been a very competitive person in all regard, whether it was academically, or physically. Growing up, I had two close friends, both of who joined the army when they reached eighteen....

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Playful

“N-No! Laura, stop!” I squirmed as I writhed around underneath her on the bed we shared. I had been over at her house for the weekend, sleepovers planned. It was late, nearly midnight, and we were playing like children on the bed, not like the mature, 19-year-old best friends we were. We were simply tickling each other until we couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers worked endlessly on my sides, our hair tussled and messed as we fought. I kicked her off with a triumphant laugh, rolling over so...

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milking the puppies

This night I was home alone, my hubby have an urgent work at the newspaper where he works keeping me alone with Mike our huge male German Shepard dog and his two puppies, Suzy our female dog died three weeks after she gave birth to those puppies and we decided not to give them away, it was a little after midnight when I decided to feed them so I left the TV on and went to the kitchen to prepare their milk dose when I discovered that my husband finished the last milk powder and did not tell me...

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Playful Wrestling

Wouldn’t it be fun if we were wrestling on the floor. I’d pin you down, hold both your wrists with one hand and use my other to start tickling you. Once you were squirming and giggling I would bury my face in your neck and growl, tickling you further with my facial hair. Then I would start nibbling on your neck and work my way up to just below your ear. I would switch to kissing and kiss from below your ear, down your jawline and then right next to your beautiful lips. After that I would kiss...

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Playful

“N-No! Laura, stop!” I squirmed as I writhed around underneath her on the bed we shared. I had been over at her house for the weekend, sleepovers planned. It was late, nearly midnight, and we were playing like children on the bed, not like the mature, 19-year-old best friends we were. We were simply tickling each other until we couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers worked endlessly on my sides, our hair tussled and messed as we fought. I kicked her off with a triumphant laugh, rolling over so...

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Puppies

based on the idea from : George VI. Note : This story is completely fictional! I had to break it to the guys at lunch. My dad was supposed to drive us to the WWE wrestling show next week, but now he has to be out of town, so my mom is going to drive us. At least my dad watches wrestling with me a little bit, and is more of a regular guy, but Mom is pretty conservative, and might put a damper on things sitting with us in the stadium. This was supposed to be really good. Five of us boys going to...

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Playful Friendship

We had all known each other for years. Eric and my husband go way back and he was one of my favorite male friends of his. This closeness thru the years between us had been on a very innocent level and Eric has always been a gentleman. In this recent year however something had changed a bit. Our relationship had become flirtier. Maybe I was some signal I had sent out to him because my sex life wasn't quite what I would like. My husband and I still have good sex don't get me wrong but over the...

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Kimiko Loves Puppies

It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation. "I'm sorry to cut our conversation short,...

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Lonely in Tokyo with Two Puppies

At first I got a big English mastiff, a strong dog to make me feel safe at home. He had thick muscles, little fur, and black vacant eyes, with a serious and set expression always on his face to match. He was to make me feel safe, I repeated to myself when picking him out nervously at the local breeder…but from the beginning he was so much bigger than me. Trying to pull on his lead as I walked him back to my apartment through the bustling city, he just seemed to have a mind of his own, his...

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Playing With Cousins

Hi indian sex stories dot net readers Please reply if you like my sex story to As this is part of a series, the story is long and request you to read it with patience. I assure you that it will make your dicks hard and pussies wet while reading. Thank you. It was a vacation where I and my mom went to our uncle’s house in the village. Uncle was a farmer and his wife was a housewife. They had 2 kids Ritu and Shivu. Ritu was same age as me and Shivu was 2 years younger than me. We reached the...

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Playing In The Band

PLAYING IN THE BAND By R. Gold CHAPTER ONE: The Girls Across The Street As far back as eighth grade, I'd sit in class and daydream about what the girls in my class would look like undressed, or partially nude. Peeks and glances would fill me with passionate feelings that gave me constant erections throughout the school day. I couldn't wait to arrive home to an empty house to satisfy my lusting mind and body. At home, my roving mind soon sought out different ways to...

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Play BallChapter 03

The players gather for the first after-school baseball training session and the head coach tells them, “I’ve got three rules you all need to know up front. If one of these applies to you don’t bother me with asking for a change. First, no one gets on the Varsity team until I’ve seen them play a season on either the Junior Varsity or Freshman teams. The second flows from that, no Freshmen on the Varsity team. Only the best players will be on the Varsity team. So those who come under the first...

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Playing the Mommy

Playing the Mommy By Kresha Matay While Paul was still a toddler his father and uncle were killed in an airplane crash. They were twin brothers who owned an employment service that provided household help, such as maids, cooks and bartenders, to the rich. It wasn't a large business, but it was somewhat successful. Neither brother, Tom nor Dick had expected to die so young and therefore carried very little life insurance. All the profits, other than those they took out in...

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Playing With Cousins 8211 Part 2

Hi indian sex stories dot net readers This is the second part of the series where the game with cousins gets hornier. Previously……. It was 10 PM and I had 3 virgin girls in one day and fucked their mouth, pussy and asshole. I had to be the luckiest person. We all slept well that night and I kissed and sucked Maya and Ritu’s boobs whenever I wanted during the night. The amazing day ended with sound sleep for all. Next………. Next day, I woke up around 5 AM. I found myself naked between Maya and...

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Playing The Part

"Playing the Part" How far would you go to "stay in character" in order to play a part? How far is it acceptable for others to go in "helping" you to "stay in character" in order to play a part? Jake Stevens is a down on his luck aspiring actor and model. His best friend and roommate comes up with a part which could really help Jake make it big. Problem is, the part involves modeling women's clothes for an upcoming major new fashion line. Jake accepts the "gig" as he needs the...

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Play BallChapter 06

In mid August Mo is well integrated into the team when he’s called up to the Major League Club, along with Dave, and Pedro. They’ve got two days to report in, but it’s just a day’s drive away so Mo takes his van while giving Dave and Pedro a lift as well. Late in the day after the phone call they arrive at the Club’s offices. They’re a day earlier than instructed, but that’s OK. Now they’ve enough time to complete the paperwork and to get the medical checks done before they go to the club...

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Playing Games

Playing GamesSisyphusNote: This is an experiment in telling a story through dialogue. Hope it works for you.“Come here!””No, Why the fuck should I?“You know why, so don’t play games, miss!”“Look who’s talking about playing games. You’re pathetic.”“Pathetic! You’re the one who’s drunk and horny.”“Me! Oh really! That bulge in your jeans looks like you want something pretty bad.”“Is that why you can’t take your eyes off it? Look at you. I bet your cunt is dripping to get this hard cock in...

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Play Up Play Up and Play the Game

Play up! play up! and play the game! A note for my North American reader: All mention of ‘football’ in this tale refers to soccer, and ‘hockey’ to field hockey. There were somewhere near 2500 boys and young men aged between 15½ and 20 at RAF Halton, and Sport played a major part in keeping them occupied and out of mischief. All apprentices paricipated in football, rugby, cricket, and hockey teams, plus individually in swimming, athletics, fencing, and boxing. You would think that would be more...

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Playing To Win Playing The Game IIChapter 5 Tournament Weekend

I kept up my schedule through the end of the school year. Since I didn't have a girlfriend to spend any time with, I kept on running, with and without a soccer ball. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I worked with Davey, Kip, and Justin before the Warriors practices. I wasn't sure how productive these sessions were, but we had fun goofing around in the park, at least. And, at that age, any time spent working the ball was time well spent for a kid who wanted to be a better player. The recreational...

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Playing Doctor

This is not my story, I found it online and wanted to share. Enjoy!My sister and I had always had a great relationship. I was the younger "protective" brother and she was the older "troubled" c***d that always had me on my toes. You see my sister and I were the only ones we could count on after my dad died in a plane accident. My mother was a local gynecologist, and always busy with patients and rarely at home. So that left my sister and I with a lot of time together to talk and lounge around...

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Playing By Ear

I’d met Adele a couple of times before she turned up on my doorstep. She seemed nice enough, but the truth was that after a messy divorce I was happy to be living alone in my town house with no yard to look after, no crappy social events to attend and no one to look after but me. All I wanted at that time was to get my work done, come home and eat takeaway in front of a ball game. Sure, that would change, but at that time in my life, I was tired and just wanted solitude. So, one Saturday...

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Playing for Time

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Play BallChapter 02

Mo loves playing squash from the first moment he can run with a racquet in his hand. It’s the ’most perfect of games’ for him because he can run as hard as he likes and hit the ball as hard as he wants to in any direction, plus, best of all, he plays it with his mother and father. When playing it’s just Mo and Alice or Mo and Randy, and he has their full attention. With age comes better control and the application of the usual game rules. The rules place restrictions on where and when he can...

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Play at an Adult Bookstore

I have posted some photos of several girlfriends of mine as they played with men and women at a local adult bookstore near downtown Dallas, Texas. I thought I’d share some details of part of one of those memorable evenings.This store has a couples-only policy on Friday and Saturday nights. At nine, the entire upstairs is swept clear of all single men around 9:00 P.M. Only single men willing to pay a sizable sum of money are allowed upstairs at that time because it is open only to couples. ...

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Playing the Maid

Playing the Maid As far as old country houses go, this one was entirely too big to be quaint, but too friendly to be imposing. It stood on its own acre of land about three hours north of San Francisco, up near Napa Valley. While this was a long commute for us, my wife Emma and I had already been telecommuting to our respective offices a few days each week, and we made arrangements so we only had to be in San Fran the same two days out of the week. It was only by luck that we'd...

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Playing To Win Playing The Game IIChapter 26 Anxious To Get Back To The Game

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Playing with Mommy

"Ready for a bath honey?" Anne asked her son as she stood in the living room doorway, already in her flowing white dressing gown."Almost mummy," Sammy replied. The dark-haired c***d was kneeling on the floor, wearing just his Spiderman pyjamas as he scribbelled in a colouring-book with wax crayons."It's getting late," Anne replied, "It'll be bedtime soon. C'mon honey, it's a school night. You can't stay up forever.""Okay mum," Sammy said. He sighed and put the book and crayons on the coffee...

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Playing with Fire

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Playing The Part Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Day 557: Oh my! Where to start? I'm still reeling from it all. Natalie showed me an entirely different side of herself. I love it but was amazed to see it. I'm flattered that she shared it with me. It's also helped with my perspective on things. That, not to mention how ecstatic the whole experience has been. I hope she invites me to another one of those parties. I'm afraid that she will invite me to one of them too! The idea of losing myself like I saw so many of...

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Playing To Win Playing The Game IIChapter 9 New Tricks and Opportunities

My club team had started up again by mid-summer. Eric and I were joined by Jorge, who made the team as keeper. We had practices four evenings a week, and played either one or two games on the weekends. At about the same time, the Duane Olchick clinic began. Olchick was a Czech player who had been playing for three years in the U.S. and was scheduled to go back to Europe in the fall to play. He had a couple of months of down time before he left, so he was running clinics in several cities in...

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Play BallChapter 09

One Saturday in late November Mo is at the swimming pool in his building relaxing with his boarders and their families who are there for a visit. He gets out of the pool to sit in a lounger between Isolde and Anna Santos. Anna asks, “Isolde, has he asked you to marry him yet?” Isolde laughs then says, “No! As he knows I’ll say no if he does. We’re just friends having a good time. Our futures don’t fit as I’m out of here when I graduate. I’ve already got a job lined up in Montreal for when I...

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Playing To Win Playing The Game IIChapter 28 The AllState Cheer

Can a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl really know what love is? Even in my own overheated and taxed brain, that question haunted me all night. Long after I had dropped Kayla off at her house, sharing another searing kiss full of promise, I was still bothered by what she had told me. In the intervening years since, I have discovered that there have been exceptional children who have known their hearts early on. Joan of Arc was twelve years of age when she first heard the voices that put her...

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Play time

This is a sequel of sorts to another story I wrote "Perfect Timing" Play timeMy weekend with Kirsty was amazing. It was easily the greatest sex of my life at the time (not that I was massively experienced) but as the saying goes, all good things must come to and end. On the afternoon that Charlie was due to come back, Kirsty sat me down and explained that we wouldn't be able to continue with Charlie around. I reluctantly agreed, Charlie was my best friend and Kirsty's son. The last thing either...

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Playing GamesChapter 2

Having played "Rescue from Barbey's Island" to a sexual conclusion with Cassie, Andy's girlfriend, Mr. Marcus is beset with self-anger at his actions. And what about Andy, Cassie and the insidious Keiko? They're all still at large. Andy left messages on my machine but I never called him back. I was totally embarrassed that I'd had sex with his girlfriend. More then once. All night, in fact. With and without the Save Barbey video game. Cassie had been insatiable with an infinite...

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