My New Anal Beads
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Chapter One
I write short stories for a living. It’s a modest living and it’s not likely I’ll ever be anything even approaching famous but it’s fun, profitable, I can work wherever I am and I can set my own schedule. How much better can it get than that? Well it certainly could be more profitable. My life style does not provide for high end cars, long exotic vacations or expensive toys but I have healthy savings and checking accounts and investments that I hope will provide for me by the time I’m fifty five.
Now for the part that might have you looking down your nose at me. I write romance and that’s not so bad right? I also write porn both soft and hard, each under a different name. Most of all I write what pleases me and I can have fun with. I can’t begin to guess how many times I’ve scrapped a half written story just because it wasn’t fun to write. If I have to labor over it I pitch it. Believe it or not I do invest emotion and thought in all of my stories no matter the category. I have to care about the characters or it’s hopeless.
I am under contract to Ardemus Grant Publishing and they like what I do. Jerry Grant is the owner and as you might have guessed Ardemus was his daddy. His wife Leanne is quite the woman and his former secretary and it was when she was his secretary that I first met her and fell in love again and again. I could watch her move around all day and not tire of it. She floats she doesn’t walk. She sings she doesn’t talk and she’s as tough as they come when she has to be.
I write anywhere from six to twenty short or not so short stories a year and maybe a full novel every two or three years. Oh yes and I’m divorced as of six months ago. I was caught with this oh so fine looking dumber than shit woman and that was all she wrote. Bad move on my part and an expensive one. Unfortunately I started to believe the crap I was writing. The writing was suffering and so was I so I guess it all works out for the best in the long run.
Rex, Jerry’s editor/vice president/adviser is a great guy and I’ve gotten drunk with him more than once. On his tab of course. That keeps me in and out. In the black and out of trouble. Back to Rex, he’s also recently divorced but it’s because he caught his wife banging a couple of other guys. I guess the national divorce statistics don’t lie. I’m presently between novels and knee deep in three romance stories. I need to get a porn story started one of these days but it has to feel right. My favorite thing to write is novel length romance with a decidedly adult slant. Read that as a little porn thrown in. That’s what I have the most fun with.
When I was married one of my favorite things to do when I could afford it was to rent a houseboat and spend a week on the water, cruising staying naked and writing. What a way to live. Trying to do that solo just doesn’t work believe me. Those damn rental house boats range from sixty to eighty five feet long and up to sixteen feet wide. Man could I write on those boats. I could have three or four stories going at the same time and during that period I did some of my best writing. Maybe I should get married just so I can have a partner on the houseboats and a little pussy too. Nah, I can’t afford another divorce never mind. Also those boats run from two thousand a week to over four thousand a week. I had to be damn sure I was ready to be serious about writing before I rented one of those things.
The reason I’m writing this rambling and slow moving preamble is to set the stage for one of the luckiest one time breaks of my not so short life. This will be a somewhat short story, more or less true, and for soon to be obvious reasons the names have been changed to protect my contract. I just wish I could have kept that lucky break as a permanent life style. Who am I kidding, that life style would have probably killed me in time.
Once I’ve finished a story, long or short I mail it off to Rex and wait for a check. If he doesn’t like it I hear from him within days so if there’s no call I’m usually good. Sometimes he calls and we go out for a drink and he hands me a check, sometimes it’s even dinner but mostly it’s a check in the mail. Right now he’s one behind so it better be dinner the next time.
Okay so on with my tale. I’ve finished a story and mailed it in and am waiting for a check as usual. It was a fairly long and I thought quite a good story of romance with just a touch of intrigue. I had every reason to hope for a rather long check in return but it was almost a month without hearing anything. When I finally did hear it was not from Rex but from Jerry Grant with an invitation for dinner. I was either getting a new or better contract, they wanted me to write more or my contract was not being renewed. No pressure there. When I called his office I told Molly his ugly secretary (Leanne is also smart) that I was available for dinner next week with Jerry per the invitation. When I tried to sweet talk her ugliness to learn a little of what to expect, I was brushed off like so much lint. It’s hard to be creative with that kind of pressure over me so I went to plan B. I got drunk with Rex on his tab. When he suggested I buy for a change I reminded him I couldn’t because he was one check behind. Timing is everything.
When the evening came for dinner with Jerry I dressed in my best duds, shined my shoes and even got a haircut. I’ve known Jerry for years but let’s face it he’s a busy man and to have an invitation to dinner with him these days is something special. Plus it’s free. I was at Armand’s On The Water at the proper time and was escorted to his table and I was more than pleased to see his lovely wife Leanne with him. When I got to the table Jerry rose, shook my hand and Leanne said, ‘Hi Otto’ with a heart melting smile. That was a joke between her and me that went way back and had something to do with all my pen names. My real name is Lonnie by the way.
Anyway I smiled and shook her hand saying, ‘Hi Leanne you look more beautiful every day and I hope I have the honor of seeing you for many years to come.’
‘Ever the spinner of words Lonnie, thank you for your kind ones.’
Jerry said, ‘Have a seat Lon what would be your pleasure?’
‘How about a Chivas Regal on the rocks.’ The waiter nodded and was off to do my bidding on Jerry’s tab. God I love this line of work.
There was an abundance of small talk over the next half hour as we waited for dinner. Jerry and Leanne were unpretentious, easy going and fun to talk with and we had fun talking about the early days when Jerry first took over from Ardemus and he was chasing Leanne. It’s a good thing I know how to keep my mouth shut. Dinner came and the talking slowed but didn’t stop. Their compliments on my writing were generous but seemed sincere complete with criticism about one from about six months ago. I knew why it was such a bomb but I just agreed with them and thought I’d spare them the details. Nobody likes to hear bad news.
Chapter Two
After dinner we had more drinks and talked for quite a while. Leanne was anything but window dressing so she was in the middle of it a lot of the time. When the subject of some of my romance stories came up she complimented me saying, ‘You do such a nice job with romance, you must be dynamite with the ladies these days.’
‘No honey Lon is married,’ Jerry offered.
‘Well not exactly. I was until six months ago.’ Jerry was quick if nothing else.
‘Six months ago, there’s that number again. Any connection with the bad story?’
‘Most likely a big connection.’
‘Sorry to hear it Lon, did you come out of it all right?’
‘I lost my financial ass but I’ll survive. Rita will survive quite nicely. It was my fault and there are no hard feelings on my part.’
Leanne continued, ‘I still think you have a wonderful sensitivity when you write the feminine side.’
‘Thank you Leanne I take that as high praise.’ Jerry changed the subject a
nd said, ‘I think I remember that you used to rent houseboats once in a while and do some of your writing there.’
‘I sure did. To me that was the perfect place to write. I did more and better writing there than anywhere else.’
‘I take it you don’t rent them anymore.’
‘No it takes at least two to handle those things and it is just no fun alone. What’s the point of being naked for a week by yourself other than a killer tan.’
‘Lon do you have to be anyplace for a while?’
‘No not me. I’m as footloose as you can get right now.’ Let’s go back to the house and continue this conversation over brandy.’ I hadn’t been to their house in years.
‘I’d like that, I could talk houseboats all night long.’
With Jerry leading in his Mercedes we went the ten miles out to their house. I usually stay in hotels in Chicago that are no bigger but they just call it the house. After parking and having Maria, the oh so pretty maid bring us brandy, the three of us got comfortable and continued the conversation. ‘So these houseboats are a little tough to handle I take it.’
‘No not really but when you want to tie off to shore you need one at the helm and one or more working the ropes. I suppose the dock hands could do it solo but I never could. The dock master always instructed a minimum of two people. On the water they handle like a dream.’
‘What did you do besides write out there?’
‘Laid naked in the sun, swam, skinny dipped actually, cruised up and down the several hundred miles of shoreline and went to the local restaurants at the marinas every so often. I used to fish a little but was so bad at it I gave up and stuck with skinny dipping and writing.
Leanne said, ‘You make it sound so relaxing and private.’
‘It’s totally relaxing and if it’s privacy you want you just tie off in a small bay and it’s yours for as long as you’re there. Nobody ever horned in on us or cramped our life style. I’ve floated naked clear across lagoons the size of small lakes and never worried about it. I suppose if the marinas are renting all their boats it could get a little hard to find those bays and lagoons but I never experienced that.’
‘What about TV and radio?’
‘Nope, the stations are too far to get more than one or two stations. The only TV is if you use videotape or DVD’s unless you rent their flag ship eighty two footer.’
‘You really are on your own then.’
‘Pretty much yes.’
Maria magically appeared and added brandy to our glasses and disappeared. ‘So Lon what are you doing now that you’re divorced?’
‘At the moment not much. I was getting sloppy with my writing and I’m trying to get back on track with that, doing research and trying to regain my rhythm. Without that I have to work too hard and that’s not my style.’
Jerry sat up straight and said, ‘Oh before I forget, Rex asked me to give you this and said you had to buy the drinks the next time, no excuses, whatever he was talking about.’
‘It’s a game we play and I usually win. Leanne I wanted to comment as soon as I walked in, this house is like you, never changing except for the better. It’s beautiful.’
Leanne smiled her biggest smile yet. ‘Thank you Lonnie that helps me. Jerry wanted me to redecorate and I’m resisting. You’ve just helped my cause.’
I turned to Jerry and with a smile said, ‘Jerry remember, women are always right.’ Jerry laughed and nodded in agreement.
I kept getting the feeling that there was something else they wanted to talk to me about but it wasn’t forthcoming so I finally stood and said, ‘I’ve taken advantage of your hospitality long enough and will leave so you can rest. I can’t thank you two enough for a wonderful evening and allowing me to drone on about houseboating. It could become a passion of mine if I were to give it free reign. I’ve even been kicking a story idea around involving houseboats.’ They had walked me to the door and as I walked out I said, ‘Goodnight and thanks again.’ Going home I thought about the evening and I was more sure than ever that they had something on their minds. It was anybody’s guess what though.
For the next few weeks all was quiet and routine. I had started what I hoped would become a novel, the weather was getting better as it as it showed the promise of spring and I had twice dated Amy, a very fine looking woman with long dark hair and a penchant for making love. To make it even better she was fun to be with anytime. Oh yes and I was on the fifth week of working out at the gym with a personal trainer that I called Gunter. I could never remember his real name and he didn’t care as long as I did as I was told and slipped him a generous tip regularly. I was feeling fit and full of energy.
I think it was a Wednesday evening, but it doesn’t matter I guess, and I met Amy at the Squatter’s Rights restaurant for dinner. She looked wonderful with her olive complexion, long dark hair and white pantsuit. She made heads turn including mine. Once seated and drinks ordered I told her about wanting to rent a houseboat one day and wondered if she would be my first mate for a week. When I described what it was like she was all for it. One whole week with Amy naked just might keep me from getting any writing done at all but we writers do have a cross to bear sometimes. ‘Tell me again about the sunning deck Lonnie.’
‘It’s as long as the houseboat, usually carpeted and about fifteen feet above the water with a flying bridge at the front.’
‘So you can lay naked up there and nobody will know?’
‘Absolutely as long as you don’t get up of course.’
‘And you can be naked in the water?’
‘Amy honey you could go for a week and never get dressed if that was your goal.’ ‘God that sounds like heaven to me.’
‘Having you naked with me for a week sounds like heaven to me too.’ I got a sexy smile for that one. When we went back to my place after dinner the conversation went back to the houseboats a couple more times over the course of the evening and again after we made love. I knew then that before summer was over the two of us would be on a boat and naked. It was almost hard to fall asleep that night just thinking about that. Life was getting better and better.
Chapter Three
Within a few days of the date with Amy I received an invitation to Jerry and Leanne’s house for dinner for that Saturday evening, very casual. I called with my RSVP right away because I was sure that whatever was on their minds before would be coming out at or after dinner. If I was wrong so what, I would still get to see Leanne, but I was anxious to satisfy my curiosity. With all the questions about houseboats it likely had something to do with that. Most likely they were going to rent one of the biggest ones and wanted to learn all they could so they’d know if they needed a crew to run it for them. Hell Maria could be the cook and the pilot and their gardener could be the rope man and helper. Of course that would make it pretty tough for Leanne to skinny dip or sun naked assuming she wanted to do those things.
They always say dress for success so Saturday evening I dressed in the most casual slacks I had and a new Ralph Loren polo shirt and new shoes and headed to their house. I arrived at six exactly and was greeted by none other than Leanne herself. I got a nice kiss on the cheek and a chance to learn what angels smell like. She led me to the den where Jerry was reading and the three of us settled down with drinks served by pretty Maria. If it seems to you I like women you’d be close. I love women. I love to love women, I love to make love to women I love to meet new women. They are God’s nearest thing to perfection to me and I want to taste every one of them before I die or I want to die trying to taste everyone of them, something like that. Jerry raised his glass to me in silent toast and I tasted a wonderful wine. It had the darkest most beautiful ruby red color I’d ever seen and the flavor just
danced on my tongue. ‘Jerry, Leanne if die right now I’ll be happy. This wine is by far the smoothest, finest I’ve ever tasted. If I were to guess I’d have to say it’s a Shiraz.’
‘Thank you we’re glad you approve. We think it is too and you are absolutely right it is a Shiraz.’
‘The hard part with this wine would be to stop before over indulging.’
Jerry and Leanne smiled and Leanne said, ‘It’s happened on an occasion or two that we didn’t stop in time.’
‘With wine that makes a wonderful trip but a horrible destination.’
‘Isn’t that the truth.’
Dinner was called and we made our way to dinner in the sun room or the summer room or whatever they called it. It had a view of the pool and the landscaping as it draped itself over a rolling hillside. A perfect setting for a casual dinner. Dinner was light but wonderful with a spicy dish that stood shoulder to shoulder with the Shiraz. With beautiful Leanne near me it was hard to imagine anything better than this at the moment. Well being with naked Amy was pretty high on the list too.
After dinner we were served brandy and Jerry suggested we take a walk outside for some fresh air. We slowly strolled side by side down a wide wandering path toward that hillside, Leanne’s arm through mine on one side and Jerry’s on her other as he and I sipped brandy and the three of us talked.
Jerry said, ‘Lon you look like you’re working out.’
‘Thank you I’ve been using a trainer to get back in shape. It helps my mind, which helps my writing, which helps my pocket. I guess the trainer is paying his own fees in a way.’
That made Jerry and Leanne laugh and he asked, ‘Have you started any major writing projects lately?’
‘I’ve started what I hope will become a novel but that remains to be seen in the coming months.’
‘Do you golf?’
‘I’ve chased that little white ball around that big green lawn with holes in it a few times but I’d hate to call it golf. I couldn’t seem to develop the passion and determination to improve so I quit. I admire the pros and the phenomenal shots they make that’s for sure.’
‘Lon as we remember you do have a passion for honoring confidences and keeping your word.’
‘I do have yes. I owe that to my mother I guess. If I learn something and common sense tells me or if I’m asked to keep it to myself that’s all that need be said and if I say I’ll do something or not do something it’s settled. I don’t break my word period. I don’t have a lot and if I don’t honor a promise I have nothing at all. I am nothing at all. Nothing but a failure that is.’
After stopping for a minute and sipping the brandy, which I’m not at all crazy about by the way, we continued on. Nobody spoke for a minute or two and then Jerry said, ‘Leanne and I have been thinking about your tales of houseboating Lon and we have decided we’d very much enjoy just getting away from everything and everybody for a week. I have some writing I want and need to do and Leanne wants to get her annual dose of radiation in one week, skinny dip and just enjoy herself. Where this is all leading Lon is we wondered if we could convince you to join us and show us how it’s done. We’d be equal partners in the cooking and cleaning but we were hoping you’d do most of the piloting of the boat and we’d help with the tying off as you called it. You can work on your writing as much as you want or as little as you want. You don’t have to let us know right away but we’d like to make the plans soon.’
‘I don’t have to think about it, I’d love it.’ With a very warm smile Leanne asked,
‘When do you suggest we go?’
‘Well if we wait until the end of June or later the water will be nice and warm but the kids will be out of school and the lake will be busier and will stay that way until mid August. Once the kids are back in school in August the crowds go down but the lake is still warm until sometime late in September if I remember correctly. It just depends on what’s more important to you. For sun tans, skinny dipping and loafing you can’t beat the summer and if you choose a spot to tie off early enough you can still get a lot of privacy.’
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Sneaking back to her tent was a simple matter. Nathaniel had demonstrated his abilities back in Denerim, and he’d been half-starved and weakened from weeks of torture at the time. Now only her own, considerable skills even allowed her to follow him when he disappeared into the shadows of the darkened camp. It would have been even easier, if not for the slight shaking in her hands, and the queasy sort of quaking in her stomach. It had been a long time since she’d had nerves related to going to...
He released her arms with a huff, unable to keep the serious frown on his face. Leliana had a gift – one of many, he admitted – for making him laugh, something no one had really been able to do in years. It felt good, even if it was entirely inappropriate in the middle of an intimate ... interlude. It wasn’t better that he was half-naked and more than half-hard from the sinful feeling of her hands on his skin. He’d let her take the lead at every step so far in their relationship, terrified...
She thought she would lose her mind; he’d played with her body, driving her mad with teasing licks and touches for what felt like hours, until she couldn’t take it anymore. He’d reclaimed her free hand, so she could do nothing but wriggle and pant under his talented lips and fingers. “Nathaniel, please!” she gasped, and finally – finally! – she felt his hand creeping lower, across her smooth stomach to the gap between her thighs. He paused to stroke over her mound, stirring the hairs there...
Finally buried inside her, the heat and damp of her, like a tight velvet glove, was nearly his undoing. He clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms painfully, as he struggled to think of something – anything – else to distract him from his imminent need. And then she moved, rising up slowly and slamming back down until her skin impacted against his thighs, and he almost shouted. The woman he’d been dreaming of for months was in his lap, making love to him, and he was about to...
“Nathaniel,” she sighed, her tone embarrassingly breathy. She was overwrought, her aching muscles clenching every time she touched herself, every time he buried himself inside her; she didn’t think she could firm up her voice if her life depended on it. It was too much, but at the same time it was too good to stop – she never wanted him to stop. This was her punishment, she was sure of it. He was trying to pleasure her until she gave out. And as much as they’d both been joking about the...
She kissed him one more time, her heart feeling like it was overflowing. Things had moved so fast, but the only thing she regretted was that they’d waited so long. He was everything she had expected – methodical, deliberate, passionate – and so much more. She was anxious for the future; it was easy to say they didn’t care what others thought, and yet harder to live by – and they both had responsibilities. But she’d decided she’d cross those bridges when she came to them. The Maker had...
As I drove home, I had some thinking to do. First and foremost, should I sleep in Sabrina's bed like I have been all week? She won't bring anyone home on a first date? If she were going to bed with him, surely she would do it at his house. Surely. As I approached the house, I declared that bed to be my turf. I will sleep in it. When I went inside, I noticed that it was about 1:30. No sign of the male enemy. During my evening routine of brushing and flossing, I looked at the mirror. The...
Sexy Wifey's Handjobs ? by: Sexy Wifey Our sex life has been very good, but recently took a turn for the better, certainly more adventuresome. My husband is a cross-dresser. He loves to wear women's clothes, high heels, pierced earrings, dresses, and ESPECIALLY the underwear. He really digs wearing garterbelts, panties and bras, with the breast forms I bought him. So I dress him, even do his makeup and hair for him. And he always has a raging erection when we're...
Summer, 1812 Leaving Plymouth and Florence did not come easy to Thomas. Over the last three days of their stay, Thomas had spent every free minute with the young woman. On the last day, Florence had been miserable. Upon gentle probing, Thomas found out that she was disheartened over returning to her place of work in Corbley’s Revue. Having grown extremely fond of the girl but also under pressure to weigh anchor on the next morning, Thomas found a temporary solution. In a boarding house run...
We finally disentangled, but I still wouldn't let Kayla go completely. I kept my arm around her and pulled her with me back to my chair. She sat down next to me, pulling her chair close so I could keep my arm across her shoulder. She leaned in to me and put her hand on my thigh, wanting and needing the physical touch as much as I. I looked around the table as Eric and Keisha got settled in. "Were all you guys in on this?" I asked. Jesse smiled and nodded. "Yep. Everybody except for...
Chase walked down the path keeping his eyes open and alert to make sure that no one was coming either from behind or ahead. He didn’t want to be seen; at least not before it was time. Quickly he moved over the hard dirt, getting ever closer to the village he could see looming in the distance. “Hopefully this place will prove more fruitful then the last”, Chase thought. He had been in Entoish the last week experiencing nothing but bad luck. It seemed no one wanted his services, and even worse,...
FantasyRunners Make the Best Ponygirls Chapter 1: Taken 32 minutes 55 seconds and 8 milliseconds. Her foot struck the pavement, the pain lancing up her nerves. The blister’s covering her left and right feet squished with each step. 32 minutes 55 seconds and 8 milliseconds, she repeated. Her mouth opened, with a great gasping inhale her chest expanded, oxygen filling her lungs. A half second later her nostrils flared as the air inside her chest rushed to escape. 32 minutes 55 seconds and 8...
I was 18 and started work as an apprentice. I lived in Kent and worked in London. Auntie Rita and uncle Peter lived in South London. They were keen 10 pin bowlers and asked if I wanted to join one evening which I quickly agreed to. After we had finished it was late and my parents agreed that it would be a good idea to stay the night with them. I slept in their spare room and as usual I had a wank before I went to sleep. I wanked into a handkerchief, put it under my pillow and went to sleep. I...
Opening her legs apart I smelled her inner jungle and watched the beauty for some time. Unbelievably her pussy was not much crowded with hair, and the few hair, that was there were smooth and cut along the panty line. May be she did shave off once in a while, but it seemed like she had cut the hair in last few days. Anyway she was getting impatient as I could smell from her heartbeats. I lowered my lips over her love hole and simply kissed on the mound, and her whole body started shivering in...
IncestThe next morning, Scott was packing a suitcase for the first of what promised to be several trips as part of the new project he was on. At one point, he stopped what he was doing and watched Nina as she moved back and forth, choosing her outfit for the day. When she was finally satisfied with the combination of clothes she wanted, he watched as she rolled stockings up her legs, then donned a blouse and skirt. As if a light had gone on, the thought struck him that his wife had been dressing...
This is your JJ back with a Diwali script a short and sweet one that happened years ago. No issues it is still poised to bring you off within a short span of time also depends on how you prefer to handle your sex organs as you read through this submission. Getting on with it, my job at manpower contract company just wasn’t paying enough anymore but sure it had add on benefits such as working with the 49 year old Thilaga a widowed beauty and just by looking at her I knew she was dying to get...
Incest“No, I’m not interested!” a man screamed as he slammed his door in the face of two mormon missionaries. Elder Smith and Elder Wood had been struggling ever since they had been put together as companions. They were serving their missions in New York City, which wasn’t a bad place, but they just couldn’t seem to find anyone to wanted to listen to their message about Joseph Smith and it was getting frustrating. The two cute elders, having just knocked on the last door of the street they were on,...
GayInterviewing… Belinda and EmilyAuthor: Bonercreator69As it had been for all the versions of the show, the first episode of The Truth Behind the Women of TV had been very successful, the episode watched by millions of people. Luckily for me, no-one knew about the after-show events that had occurred and so the memory of my cock inside Fearne Cotton and Holly Willoughby, although I did still have the video evidence.The second show promised to be just as good as the first show had been, with...
Our favorite Ukrainian viXXXen Allatra Hot puts herself in the middle of a man sandwich in this 4K dirty double penetration Hands On Hardcore premium porn exclusive. This black-haired bombshell always ensures that she gets what she wants, especially when it comes to men. When the horny Milf spots Vince Karter at the coffee shop and invites him back to her flat for some fun she also suggests that he bring a friend, and David Perry is the perfect candidate to turn this sexy duo into a raunchy...
xmoviesforyouNote: Hi to all you Lush Stories readers, my name is Lisa and I have my lovers permission to submit this story under his ID. Before I get into this true story, let me describe myself so you can get the full picture. I’m 44, 5’7′, a solid 132 pounds, long, thick black hair to my shoulders, have been told that I have great legs and hips, a really cute ass, firm 34D’s with nipples that become pencil erasers when appropriately stimulated and a regularly trimmed bush that’s really thick. I always...
Jean watched Daniele as she put the phone down. It was clear that the call had been bad news. They slumped into the chairs in the darkened lounge and looked at the television vacantly. “If they’re not at the second place, what do we do?” asked Jean morbidly. Daniele jerked up, as though stung by a bee. The idea of total failure obviously had not crossed her mind. She glanced around the room as though seeking a soothing sight while she thought. “I don’t know. They just have to be there....
My sister Beth was not always as hot as she is now. In fact, she was rather ugly when we were young. I never thought of her in a sexual way. All that she was to me was my annoying sister. We are two years apart in age and didn’t even get along very well. That all changed one day when I got a new video game. We were, and still are, both heavily into the gamer clicks. We played video games all day long, and then we would go to LAN parties all night long. We always shared our video games,...
Well ben and tom were upset because there poker night got cancled alot of the guy's called and could not come. Tom was getting ready to go back home also he had been with us going on 2 mounths. We were trained well before he left sarha was only aload to call me Little dick , Ben was and still to this day is sarha's Pussy daddy. Tom's last night was 1 to remember I did not think he would ever get off of sarha's pussy. I was told by sarha to keep my little dick in the hall and listen to a real...
"Does it feel good when I do this?" Vanessa asked, briefly clenching her pussy muscles around my cock as she pumped up and down on it. "It feels like your pussy is wanking me off," I cried. "My pussy is wanking you off and sucking you off and fucking you all at the same time. Isn't she a naughty, clever little pussy," she explained, her voice quavering and breaking in the ecstacy of the fuck. I grasped the cheeks of her bottom, wet as they were with freely running sweat, and rolled her over on...
NovelsPenny had yet to change out of her Sunday clothes, but as the sounds of hard sex drifted from her daughter's room, she was more reluctant to continue up the stairs. While her pussy tingled and buzzed at the prospect of seeing her daughter fucked into submission, her heart pounded in trepidation of equal measure. At the top of the stairs, she gazed with shimmering eyes towards her daughters' bedroom and uttered a sigh both sultry and frustrated at the door left ajar. A slapping noise rolled...
This fictional story was inspired by the occupant of the seat next to mine on a recent overnight flight to Europe. I do not know her name or where she is from, but this story is dedicated to her. I had a long flight ahead of me and the gate is usually a very dull place. On this evening, the objet desir at the gate was a tall beauty about 18 years of age. She was leaning against a far wall apparently oblivious to the fact that she was thus worshipped. She was a brunette with fairly...
I was on a business trip that night and I was really very horny.I had talked recently with my sensual wife at home.Ana had teased me, telling she was now horny without me; but she would call her Black Master to come to our marital bed and fuck her until she would be satisfied and relaxed…Her words made me even hornier, being alone at my hotel room…After sipping a glass of Irish whisky and having my rock hard cock in my hands, I decided it was time to look for an adult book store there.I could...
It had been a strange nights sleep punctured with dreams, always sexual, sometimes arousing and often disturbing nightmares. She awoke to the alarm, set slightly early, she wanted to be showered and dressed ready before her son so that she could concentrate on getting them to work on time. The uniform box always seemed to prove to be a delaying factor in her morning ritual though and today was no different. She stood there naked, her neck and breasts marked by the love bites which...
Chapter Four - Remember, I'll be Watching "I won't lie to you Taylor; it's going to be dangerous," David Campbell said. "We strongly suspect that Veronique Pascal and Bradley Freeman are involved in a conspiracy to conduct money laundering contrary to the Money Laundering Control Act of 1986 but we can't tie them specifically to Alexi Kamerov or his people trafficking operation." "We have some evidence but not enough to make a case. The best evidence would be to get them to admit...
For the past several years, I've been a mobile DJ. Playing at all sorts of events from weddings to company events, it was a great way to earn a living. "Steve's DJ Service" had become a local name of quality and satisfaction. About two years ago, I started dating Lori. She genuinely seemed to enjoy helping me DJ and I was delighted to have the assistance. She would help me set up the equipment and tear it down afterwards. She also provided a barrier between me and the public by...
My k** sisterMy name is Allen I'm 17 and this about my k** sister Amy she is 16 our sexual relationship started when I was a junior in high school . We share a bathroom and it's not uncommon to see her in just her bra and panties , but lately she leaves her door slightly open and she walks around her room naked at first I thought she might have accidentally not closed the door completely so I closed the door to protect her privacy . I could not shake the vision of her naked so I ran to my room...
Ayesha Chapter 4 By the time we reached the railway station, the train was pulling in. Emma was in a very happy mood as she told me to stand up straight and stop fidgeting. "Aren't you pleased that your girl friend is coming home?" "Please don't do this. She's going to take one look at me dressed like this and burst out laughing. How am I going to explain myself?" "I don't know Robert, how are you going to explain yourself?" Emma eyed me innocently. "You've had the long walk...