Sophies Summer Holiday
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This fantasy story is based very loosely on the comic ‘Sophie’s Curious Perversions’ by Von Gotha. That story took place in 1958 London. This one takes place in 2002, in Portland, Oregon. If you have not yet read the original ‘Sophie’s New Perversions’you may want to do so to understand how Sophie got to where she is now.
Chapter 12: Sophie and Tracey Go Shopping
I had just awakened from my night of initiation into the Portland Oregon Virginity Elimination Society (POVES) and headed to the shower with my best friend Tracey.
As I started to soap up, I felt Tracey’s hands come from behind me and begin soaping my breasts. I pushed her hands away and turned to face her, keeping her at arm’s length. ‘You think just ’cause you corrupted me, you can touch me like that?’
‘I’m sorry, Sophie,’ Tracey said with a pained expression, ‘I just thought…..’
‘I don’t care what you thought. We need to talk. What time is it anyway?’
‘Just a little after 11:00 in the morning.’
’11:00! My parents will kill me!’ I was scared to death.
‘Oh, don’t worry. I called and left a message last night saying you’d be with me until Saturday evening.’
‘Well,’ I considered that information. ‘I guess that’ll be OK since I sort of arranged it ahead.’ I thought a little more and then asked, ‘Now, how did you get me involved in all this?’
‘Actually,’ Tracey answered, ‘I didn’t nominate you. Someone else did. As new members, we can’t make nominations for a year. I was only initiated two months before you.’ She paused while this sunk in. ‘I did however volunteer to help Uncle Brad with your case as soon as I knew, though. That was fun, don’t you think?’
I hit her on the shoulder. ‘I bet you thought it was just hilarious to see me get all horny after I had been calling you names since school started. And why do you call him ‘Uncle Brad’, anyway?’
‘Well, Sophie, he really is my uncle, my Mom’s brother.’ Tracey smiled broadly, ‘It was a lot of fun to watch you realize you are every bit as horny and perverted as I am.’
‘Your mother’s brother! Do they know about this?’
Tracey laughed, ‘You really were out of it last night. Dad fucked you and Mom ate his cum out of your pussy. You mean you don’t remember? I guess having gone from basically a virgin to having about 30 cocks in one night was a little much.’
’30?! Are you sure? You mean thirty different men fucked me last night?’ I was feeling quite confused and dazed.
I was trying to remember, and a few faces came back. Tracey’s parents were there! In fact he was pretty good and Tracey’s Mom was great at eating pussy. Then I remembered seeing Mr. Randall, Sam, Harvey, Madam, Dr. Orney and Nurse Jessica. Then a strange realization came over my face. I had even seen old Dr. Benjamin and his wife! My god, my parents had no idea how many perverts there were around us.
I dropped my soap. I squatted down to get it and realized I was face to face with Tracey’s wet pussy. I stuck my hand between her legs and she pressed down onto it. I looked up at Tracey and said, ‘Thanks for helping me Tracey.’ Then I put my face to her snatch and began to kiss and lick her pussy. Tracey sat back on the bench against the shower wall and as the water cascaded over us, I ate her beautiful twat.
She had shaved all of her blonde pubic hair. I started on her bare mound and moved my tongue down to where my fingers were slipping in and out of her cunt and then back up her inner lips to find her nub. I nibbled and kissed and sucked at her clit. Then Tracey moved my head away and helped me get up to join her on the bench. I knew what she wanted to do and we were soon arranged in a 69 and enjoying each other sexually for the first time. When we had both had orgasms, we collapsed for several minutes in a heap with the soothing water cascading over our bodies.
Then we stood. This time I let her wash me and I did the same for her. It was extremely sensuous to feel her hands on my body and my hands on her body. This time though, it was just gentle and soothing and not really sexual, but quite loving. As we finished rinsing I kissed Tracey hard on the lips and let her tongue explore my mouth. Then I just whispered, ‘Thank you, Tracey,’ and held her with our breasts together.
We stepped from the shower and dried off. Tracey dried my legs and I felt a tingle when she reached my crotch and gently dried my snatch and my ass. I returned the favor. We did not attempt to alleviate the sexual tension in the air, but just enjoyed the feeling.
My original school clothes, including my original bra and panties, were there. They had been cleaned and pressed. Tracey put them aside and handed me a bag with some other clothes in it. ‘Wear these instead.’ I pulled the items out of the bag and looked back inside.
‘There’s no bra!’
Tracey smiled as she put on very short skirt. ‘You don’t need a bra today.’ She winked as she continued to get dressed.
We had identical outfits except for the color. My skirt was dark green and Tracey’s was black. They were snug fitting and very short, about nine inches from waist to hem. Our tops were basically just suede vests. Mine was beige and hers was white. They didn’t reach all the way around, but had a single giant safety pin right between the boobs to hold them closed. They didn’t reach our skirts either, but left our middles bare.
At first glance, the panties appeared to be just lacy, white, full cut bikinis, but as I put them on I realized the crotch had a slit in the middle. It ran from the waistband in the back almost to the waistband in the front. I put them on and examined the effect. The sides went up over my hips. The front was lacy, and my heart-shaped red bush barely showed through the gauzy material. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see the ass. It was lace too, but fit very snuggly.
Tracey showed me how to make them very effective. She had a tube of theatrical adhesive. She spread her legs and moved the panties open. She used the adhesive along the edges of the leg openings. With her legs together, they looked like regular, although very sexy, panties. With her legs apart, the panties spread open to bare her asshole and pussy. The slight bit of adhesive made them stay spread widely and not slip closed.
I did the same with the adhesive and admired the effect in the mirror. Tracey said, ‘Sit on that chair and take a look.’ I did and my underwear were visible under the short skirt. When I moved my legs slightly apart, they still covered my pussy with but a little hint of what it looked like. ‘Now spread your legs,’ Tracey suggested. I did as she said and the panties adhered to my inner thighs. The center opened revealing my bare snatch and red heart. I opened and closed them, marveling at the effect.
Then I put on sheer white thigh-high stockings and Tracey showed me how to put on the garter belt and attach the stockings. The tops of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt just barely met. Any movement revealed the stocking tops. Finally I put on the shoes. They matched the skirt in color and had three-inch heels and open toes. The effect was to make my legs look longer and more shapely. I checked myself out in the mirrors and loved the way the short dress, stockings, and heels showed off my legs. I reached up above my head and realized half of my butt was visible.
‘And why are we dressed like this?’ I asked, not worrying, but excited by the possibilities.
‘Well, you have fulfilled all the requirements for initiation, and then some.’ Tracey smiled and giggled. ‘None of us guessed that you’d get into your sexual self so quickly. I mean, extra trips to the strip club and the adult video store and what you did with Mr. Randall. You are into it, girl!’
‘Yes, I am! But what about these panties and these short skirts?’ I questioned as I admired myself in the mirror. ‘A little heavy makeup and we’d look like hookers!’
‘Well
, to become a full-fledged member there are still a few things you need to do.’
‘Like what?’ I started counting on my fingers. ‘Let’s see, I was seduced by lesbians and learned to eat pussy.’
Tracey interrupted, ‘Quite well, too!’
I gave her a little smirk. Then I continued, ‘I have stripped and teased men in Harvey’s bar. I sucked lots of cocks. I was fucked in the ass – several times actually. Then last night, I lost my virginity in front of hundreds of people and then was screwed in every way I could imagine by people I don’t even know. Just what more do I need to do?’
‘Oh, there’s lots more,’ said Tracey. But I’m sure your poor little pussy and asshole are probably a little sore right now. I know mine are. Today, we’ll do something easy: Public Exposure.
‘Public exposure? Let’s see. I’ve danced naked in front of strangers at Harvey’s, stripped naked and sucked cock at the video place, and then had sex with dozens of strange men and women in front of hundreds of people. You probably don’t even know about the game of strip tennis and the way I flashed people on the way home the day my undies were missing. What are you talking about?’
‘Well, except for the flashing, which I did know about, those were all people intentionally wanting to see you naked, or at least see someone naked. This is different: Public exposure in public places where people do not expect it. You enjoyed flashing those construction workers, so I know this’ll be fun.’
I didn’t know what to say.
We went out into the main room. The others from my bed were still asleep. Three of those that were in Tracey’s bed (two men and a woman) were involved in a sexual sandwich. Tracey went to a large wardrobe cupboard and pulled out two long overcoats and handed me one. We headed out the door. I realized it was not locked.
In the hallway, Tracey made a right turn and I got my first real look at the building where I had been all night. The hallway was about 12 feet wide and carpeted in plush red carpet. The walls were paneled in dark wood. I could see doors to three other rooms of some kind, on the right side of the corridor. I followed Tracey down the hallway. After turning a corner, I saw two huge double doors on the left. I pointed to them and asked Tracey, ‘Is that the room from last night, the auditorium?’
Tracey pulled on one of the doors and it came open. I stepped inside and looked. A wide aisle sloped downward to a large stage. Curtains had been closed across it. There were theatre style seats, but without armrests, on both sides of the aisle. They had much more room between rows than most theatres. I walked in a little ways, then looked up and saw chandeliers and then noticed a balcony on each side as well as one above us. I heard a chair squeak and looked to my left where a couple were in the seats, which they had folded down, quietly and tenderly making love. I silently crept back to the door so I did not disturb them.
I slipped out the door to rejoin Tracey in the hallway. She led me down the hall to another door on the right. When she opened it, we were greeted by the aromas of food. Mabel met us and led us to an empty table, in the middle of a large dining room, covered by a white tablecloth and a single red rose in a vase in the center. Then she slipped into the kitchen and brought out plates with scrambled eggs, breakfast sausages, and toasted muffins. She set these down, then quickly went back to the kitchen and brought us each a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. Several others were doing enjoying their own breakfasts at other tables.
As we started to eat, Mr. Wilde came through another doorway and headed straight to our table smiling broadly. Mabel brought him a cup of coffee.
‘Good morning, ladies!’ He gave us each a kiss on the cheek. ‘So good to see you up and about.’ He seated himself and had a sip of his coffee. ‘Sophie, or should I say Case #853,’ he chuckled, ‘I am so glad you decided to join our little club. You are a welcome addition indeed.’
I actually blushed a little. ‘Thank you for having me,’ I answered politely.
‘What do you two beautiful young ladies have planned for today?’
Tracey answered, ‘Well, Uncle Brad, we dressed just right so we could continue with Sophie’s education.’
‘Splendid, Tracey.’ He pulled out a wallet from an inside pocket. Then he handed us each $300. ‘Do a little shopping while you’re out.’ He finished his coffee and stood to leave. Then suddenly he dropped to the floor and crawled part way under the table. We heard his slightly muffled voice say, ‘C’mon girls, let’s see how they look.’
I spread my legs apart and I’m sure Tracey did too. I felt his hand on my thigh and his lips kissed my pussy. I could hear him do the same for Tracey. Uncle Brad popped back out from under the table. ‘Fantastic, ladies, just fantastic. Have a great day.’ With that he walked off through the kitchen.
Over breakfast, Tracey and I shared accounts of our sexual activities. She was dancing at Harvey’s on Tuesdays, which is why Harvey gave me Wednesdays. We talked about sometime doing a two-girl show. She also said I had to go with her to Uncle Brad’s in two weeks for the Halloween party. I agreed, not knowing what to expect, but sure it would be fun and exciting. We also made plans for the rest of the day.
Tracey and I caught a bus to the gigantic Clackamas Towne Center Mall. During the bus ride, I sat by the window with Tracey on the aisle and we finalized our plans for the day. We ignored the people around us, but some really did not want to ignore us. Tracey put one leg in the aisle and I thought we’d be in a wreck the way the bus driver was watching her in his mirror.
Shoppers filled the place on a Saturday afternoon. We left our coats with someone Tracey knew that was working in the Food Court. First we just walked from the entrance of the mall and made a slow loop of the upper floor, checking out the people and looking at ourselves in store windows. We looked like hookers to me. While we were checking them out, a good many men and even some women were obviously checking us out. Some shook their heads in disgust, but most just stared.
We headed to the lower level and did the same. Now that we had the lay of the mall in our minds, and I was getting to where I enjoyed the lewd stares, we started to put our plan into effect. We would go into a store and always need to see something on the top shelf or on the bottom.
Every time one of us reached up high, the skirt would ride up exposing the tops of our stockings and the bottom of our panties. If we bent over, the effect was to expose a lace-covered ass to whoever was watching. After a half-hour of this, I was getting horny from the lustful stares and the whispered comments. One man walking by as I bent to look at a toy in a window actually walked into a post with a loud clang.
Back upstairs, Tracey stopped at a bench and put a foot on it to ‘adjust her shoe and stocking.’ A group of high school boys who had been walking toward us, froze and stared, giggling and pointing as she moved her leg enough to expose a bare pussy. She put her leg down and walked on seemingly unaware of the looks in the eyes of the drooling boys.
I then had an idea. ‘Hey, Tracey, let’s go try on some new shoes.’ She caught on right away and we headed to a nearby shoe store. Tracey stayed outside watching through the window. I poked around and watched the salesmen. I picked out one who looked to be about 55, that was helping a man try on dress shoes. When a saleswoman asked if I needed some help, I said, ‘Not yet, I’m just looking right now. ‘ When I saw the target ring up a sale and hand the man his shoes, I picked up a pair of thigh-covering boots, then headed in his direction.
He came from behind the register and almost ran me over. He stepped back and asked, ‘May I help you Miss?’
‘Why, yes sir. I’d like to try these on in a size 6. He looked at my selection and headed into a
back room. I had a seat in one of the chairs. With my legs together, the skirt almost reached the top of my stockings. I slipped my right shoe part-way off so it was dangling from my toes.
The man returned with three boxes and sat on a low stool in front of me. ‘I have the boots in black, brown, or white. What would you like to try on first?’
‘The black first, please.’ I let the shoe drop and placed my stocking-covered foot on the sloping stool in front of his crotch. The man (his nametag said ‘George’) gently lifted my foot and began to push and pull the boot up my leg. I happened to glance out and see Tracey. She was grinning. She put her forearms together and the spread her hands apart. I got the hint. I let my left leg slide out away from my right. I knew it was just enough to show my panties without quite opening them. George kept looking at the boot, but he was working to keep his eyes from involuntarily looking at my crotch.
When George finished getting the boot on (it had been an effort with the tight footwear), he looked up. I bent down to my left foot and removed my shoe. My cleavage was directly in front of George’s face. ‘Will you put the other one on so I can see how they both feel. I lifted my left foot and ‘accidentally’ brushed his crotch with it as I placed it in front of him. He worked the second boot on. My skirt had ridden up a lot with this moving around. I moved my right foot away and was certain that my pussy was now peeking out through the hole in the crotch of my panties. George was having a hard time with the boot and appeared nervous.
When he finished with the boot, he looked up at me. ‘Why don’t you try walking around on those. I slid forward before standing. I had to pull my skirt down to cover my panties. I walked around in a small circle. When I was back in George’s view, I posed in front of a mirror looking over the boots from several angles. When I had done this a little, I walked back to where George was still seated and placed my foot on his stool. His face was inches from my crotch. I looked down and said, ‘What do you think, George?’
In a croaky sounding voice he answered, ‘Very lovely, miss. Would you like to purchase them?’
I was about to ask to try the white ones when suddenly the saleswoman appeared behind him. ‘Miss, I am going to have to ask you to leave. I can’t have you creating a spectacle in my store and teasing my husband like this.’
George was looking down at the floor. I just sat down and placed my booted foot on his stool and said, ‘Well, I guess you’ll want to take these off then, George.’ I had my legs spread well apart.
George started to reach for the boot, but his wife stepped up and said, ‘No, I’ll do it.’ George quickly got up and his wife sat down and roughly removed the boots, nearly pulling me off the chair, and gathered up the boxes and headed away without another word.
I put my shoes back on and headed for the door. As I passed by George, talking to another customer, I gave him a pat on his butt and said, ‘Thank you, George. See you around.’
He didn’t really look at me, but whispered, ‘Thank you very much, miss. Please come again.’
Tracey was cracking up outside the store. ‘Next time, you had better try a younger salesman. I thought he’d have a heart attack or that lady would beat you with the boots.’
We continued laughing as we walked on down through the mall. We went to the food court and got a Coke, then found seats and a table by the rail overlooking the ice skating rink. We sat at the table sipping our Cokes with our feet up on the middle rail and of course spread apart. We kept thinking we’d catch the attention of a skater or the Zamboni driver. They never seemed to look up. We were contemplating what to do next when I looked across the corner of the rink and realized our audience wasn’t below us but across from us. I whispered my find to Tracey and we both made sure the other diners had a good view.
We were just getting up from the table when two scuzzy looking guys in their twenties came up to us and tried to pick us up. Tracey finally just said, ‘Come back when you’ve learned to shave and bathe.’ And we walked away. That was not a pleasant experience.
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Continuation of the text: Irene cumming with DaughterAfter the morning shag we didn't want any more crazy things, we had lunch and slept - Chel in your bed and Irene and I in hers. Around 5pm, 6pm I wake up with a noise in the kitchen, I get up and when I arrive I see both of them cutting pieces of fruit and meat into cubes.- Hey, sleepyhead, we didn't think you'd wake up.Chel speaks with a mischievous girl smile, she looks at me from the top down, she admires me even with a crumpled face and...
“Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” Sarah Smith has just entered the kitchen of her family home with her newest boy toy, Timmy. Timmy, a ‘surfer cute’ 19 yo complimented Sarah’s outrageous sexual appetite perfectly, plus he had a huge cock. For someone so young his cock was nearly 10” and fat as all fuck.Sarah and her older sister had both shared Timmy’s cock and they’d both agreed that taking in their ass was a definite challenge but one well worth it.“In the playroom, honey” came her Mums response....
I wrote a story earlier about when I first realized that I might be gay. The story is true but I knew that I had some unusual cravings and desires at a much younger age. At a younger age (I deleted the number) I remember becoming fascinated by my mother's tennis shoes. For some reason I smelled them which resulted in a strong little erection. I spent a lot of time in that closet sniffing her shoes. Around the same time I discovered my sister's bobby socks. I used to love rubbing them against my...
101. Assphilia:- The desire to put your Toungue on an ass Image. 100. Pyrophilia:- The burning desire to have sex with a partner who is on fire. Tip: lighter fluid works well and doesn't smell as bad as petrol. 99.5. Pyrocoprophilia:- The desire to take a shit on your partner and set the shit on fire. 99. Cropohilia:- Liking for rumpy pumpy in a field of corn. 98. Frodorism:- Lusting after a small person's ring. 97. Dwarfism:- Dressing up in silly pointed hats and wanking over a sleeping person...
It was too short notice to ask anyone else so I just had to suck it up and go on the stupid holiday. We were staying in a converted barn, up a mountain, in the middle of some woods in Scotland. It was a beautiful big building with an outdoor hot tub, lots of wildlife, games, a telescope, cool lighting, mountain bikes, a swing set and miles away from anyone. I had planned to spend the week exploring it all with my friend but looks like I'll be exploring it all myself. An interesting feature of...
"This is its maximum and perverted". Lisa thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Lisa, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peek- ing in flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrass- ment of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying...
Giuseppe arrived at my hotel in his carriage promptly at the time he had stipulated. Neapolitans have a reputation of being tardy at keeping appointments, but both Francesco Caracciolo and Giuseppe di Campania showed this to be a canard. I joined Giuseppe in the carriage, and we sped off to Cleopatra’s Palace, situated a little way south of Naples, towards the base of Mount Vesuvius. As we rumbled along a well maintained road Giuseppe regaled me with stories of the great and the good of...
Serra the Knight sighed as the last of the kobolds fell beneath her sword and wiped away the blood. The foul little reptilians had been too busy raping her predecessor to see her coming, and then spent so much time trying to disarm and capture her that she was able to defeat the small band. “Scum” she spat at the dead monster and sheathed her sword. Her sister knight, Farah, lay on the ground naked and covered in cum. The strong stench of sex made Serra want to gag, but she fought back the urge...
Fantasy100% fiction! “Hi Gram, mom sent me over. Said you had something to tell me.” “More like something to show you, but a couple of questions first. You lost your cherry yet?” Jesus, what kind of question is that to ask a 18 year old? Do I lie and catch hell or tell the truth and get embarrassed? “Uh, whadda ya mean, Gram?” “Ha ha ha, you know damn well what I mean. Have you been some girl's pants yet?” Shit! Oh well, I guess honesty's the best policy. “Uh, huh uh. I ain't been able to, uh, …......
IncestWe entered the outmost orbit of the Dover System ten hours before the deadline. Har-Hi who stood next to me sighed. “I wished it would have taken longer. This is what I am born for, to be aboard a ship and roam the stars’”. I felt the same way and agreed with him, saying. “Me too.” The doors opened and Wetmouth stepped through, taking her seat behind the small science station at the rear of the bridge. I observed Har Hi who acted as the OPS officer of our little crew dedicating sensors...
This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. A true story This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. My wife and I were attending a car show in Newport Beach. It was at the Newporter Inn, a classically...
SwingerSophieSweetsGayHeaven's Hottie Join Date: Jun 2009Posts: 340Thanks: 234Thanked 864 Times in 220 Posts Sophiesweets: A recent trip to my favourite sex club.Not posted a story in so long, so I thought I might as well make it a true one... No names have been changed because I never bothered to find any of them out... This happened about 2 weeks ago.I'm mainly a weekend girl, and I like to think I’m pretty cute when I go for it. There are plenty of pics are on the internet for those curious (See...
We all had a good night’s sleep and used one of our own Cargo skimmers that was part of the Destroyers equipment to fly back instead of walking and were told to join all the other cadets in a large assembly hall with flags of the Union hanging from the ceiling where I estimated perhaps 600 senior Cadets had gathered. There were no chairs, everyone was standing. At one end of the assembly hall was a raised platform and a lectern with the Newport Academy logo. I saw an Admiral coming in. I...
We begin with a mini-montage of life in Newcastle-upon-Tyne ... A shot of Gray’s Monument, of the busy Eldon Square shopping center, St James’ Park football stadium, before we find ourselves in a busy street, looking up at an impressive, and very modern looking 5 story glass fronted building. We can see through the glass walls, seeing the staircases and offices inside. And then, stepping into frame from the side, trying not the block the architectural masterpiece – another masterpiece of...
We start this week’s show with establishing shots of a Geordie-land’s infamous night-life. Along the Quayside, teaming with young bodies as the youth of the Toon move from pub to pub, barely wearing enough to protect them from the cold northern wind. Then we’re around the corner on a street with four story buildings on either side of a wide street, with plenty of pedestrian space infront of multiple pubs and clubs. Everyone looking very relieved that the lockdown is over and the party has...
The following story is about an earth girl, Sophie, who, after a hard day in her Central New York office, finds herself inexplicably transported to Gor – not that she knows where she is at first. All she knows is that she is partly naked and being hounded by a group of young warrior men.The story can continue if it is liked. Tarl L’Huntre.Sophie dragged herself up the short grassy mound and stretched her beautiful long limbs. The air was getting colder and she cursed the bastards who were...
Alice had always had a very unsecure future, but after only living with Veronica for a month things were looking a lot better. At 20 years old he was back in school and getting good grades. If she kept this up she would graduate with all A’s. Veronica was a 42 year old rich and childless widow who used to be a teacher at a very good private school, which Alice and Sophie were now attending. Of course living with Veronica came with a price. Alice and her cousin Sophie would have to follow her...
Sophie had never really though of herself as a Lesbian. At school she had been a bit of a ‘ goody two shoes’, always working hard and wanting to please the teachers. She remembered once when she was sixteen bursting into tears after Miss Whyte, a Latin teacher she had a crush on, told her to stay behind after class for forgetting her homework. Sophie adored her teachers and always knew that one day she would become a teacher herself. Being an all-girls school crushes were commonplace and...
In collaboration with SophieCurves93Sophie woke around 9am, the sunlight cutting through the blinds of her room and warming her tired body. She woke with the familiar thirst that follows a night of reasonably heavy drinking; she had been out with friends. She was greatly relieved to find that Sam had preempted this and prepared a glass of fresh water for her to wake up to. She didn’t feel overly hung over but she wasn’t exactly bright and perky, still in last nights knickers as she had fallen...
Sophie had never really though of herself as a Lesbian. At school she had been a bit of a ‘ goody two shoes’, always working hard and wanting to please the teachers. She remembered once when she was sixteen bursting into tears after Miss Whyte, a Latin teacher she had a crush on, told her to stay behind after class for forgetting her homework. Sophie adored her teachers and always knew that one day she would become a teacher herself. Being an all-girls school crushes were commonplace and...
SpankingAs he sat on the sofa he wondered what he was going to do today. It was two days before his birthday and he had the day off. He could have spent all day chatting on the computer with a friend having fun but she had told him the week before that she wouldn’t be online that day because she had some important family business to sort out. Oh well, a day watching the dross that they show on daytime TV or maybe even a couple of DVDs would be in order.He missed Sophie and the fun they had enjoyed...
Sophie is Dominated and Feminised, Part 2 by: Miss Sophie Hardy © Part 2, Feminised We left Madam Helga's and headed for the car. I led the way with Sophie walking behind me. She had her head bowed, and she looked mortified at being outside in her sissy maid's dress. When we got to the car I fumbled about in my handbag and pretended I had left the car keys at Madam Helga's. I turned to my sissy and said, "Sophie, I seem to have lost my car keys. I want you to wait here...
I was excited about Sophie’s visit and rushed through my work so that I could be home and showered before my guest arrived, I did have a bit of a shock in the morning but at least it confirmed that Sophie was definitely coming. Her mother Ellie called me and as Sophie was staying with a friend that night would I like to go over for dinner, obviously I had to decline due to other commitments but we did agree to meet on another day.I had just got out the shower when I heard the doorbell ring,...
Mark was still mortified the following day and called in sick rather than face his boss, Ezra DeZam. But DeZam surprised him, and came by his motel room to see how he was and to impart some important information to him. “Listen Mark, here in Monroe, some of us play it fast and loose. We have good reason for it. Other folks have tried to fit in here ... this climate sucks. We get torrential rain followed by floods and the humidity and heat are enough to drive you crazy. Seemed like everyone...
I was still naked when I stood up having got full agreement from Sophie, she had text Emma and got her agreeance so we all knew where we stood. Sophie was happy and seemed quite comfortable in just her panties and to be honest I felt perfectly ok being naked in front of my granddaughter, as I returned with a beer and a soda for Sophie I asked her if she had a problem with me staying naked, “On NO!” she said, “I love seeing you naked granddad” she said as I handed her the soda and sat down in...
When Sophie’s mother told her she would have to wait a whole week for her punishment Sophie felt upset. It had taken the thirty-eight year old teacher quite a lot of courage to ask her mother to resume disciplinary control and to be dismissed and told to wait a week was horrible. As the week went on Sophie began to understand why her mother had, on the surface, been so cold. In addition to reinforcing the ground rules that Sophie’s mother was in control of when and how discipline was dispensed...
Spanking1 I discovered this place three years ago, an abandoned road that was currently used by local farmers and me with a parking area and nature path just eighteen miles from the town. A wonderful piece of wild nature with a possibility to walk a well arranged path, one and a half miles to the bridge over the stream, two hundred yards and another bridge back and again one mile through the woods back to where I had parked the car. And the most important part of it...there were no people. ...
Sophie is Dominated and Feminised Part 1 by: Miss Sophie Hardy © Part 1 Submissive After several years of marriage I was the boss in our relationship, and I definitely wore the trousers. David would do anything I asked, and I often wondered if I could get him to wear the tights. He sometimes wore the odd item of female clothing if I pestered him to, but I wanted him to wear more than a blouse or panties every other month. I was very close to my Mother, and we told each other...
Anon y mouse Despite the age difference I was very close with Sophie my granddaughter, I had no idea she was sexual until I was troweling a sex dating site. The age given was 18 and she said she enjoyed older men, I messaged several similar females and got varied responses. I did communicate with several, but none would send a photo or come on a webcam, when I suggested meeting there was always an excuse. I was getting highly frustrated and gave up with the whole thing. Out of the blue...
This was Rudy’s first time at Sal’s restaurant and he idly wondered if it was always this crowded. The restaurant was set on the ground floor of the Regal Hotel so it stood to reason that many of the patrons were staying at the hotel. The crowd did serve to make it easier to stalk the old man, though. He was only a few tables away from Sagan Pharmaceutical founder and CEO, Carl Shoemacher. Rudy had checked and found that he took lunch here once a week with a few close associates. He had...
Pippa couldn’t get the image of Sophie being caned by her mother out of her head. What had started as a curiosity had become an obsession. She knew what it felt like to have her bottom thrashed and had on one occasion taken a caning from Sophie which had broken the skin. Pippa needed to know what it would feel like to be subject to discipline, not play discipline but real punishment where she would have no control over the proceedings. Pippa and Sophie were becoming more comfortable with each...
SpankingThis was Rudy’s first time at Sal’s restaurant and he idly wondered if it was always this crowded. The restaurant was set on the ground floor of the Regal Hotel so it stood to reason that many of the patrons were staying at the hotel. The crowd did serve to make it easier to stalk the old man, though. He was only a few tables away from Sagan Pharmaceutical founder and CEO, Carl Shoemacher. Rudy had checked and found that he took lunch here once a week with a few close associates. He had...
Wife LoversI'm an avid vegetable gardener, spending all the warm months outdoors in the garden or the greenhouse. Owning a corner lot in the neighborhood left me with a tiny backyard but a large side yard. With this odd configuration, my garden and greenhouse were visible to every passerby. The picket fence surrounding my yard kept others at bay as I thoroughly enjoyed the solitude of my garden time.The one downside with being on a main road in the neighborhood was the constant stream of bikers and...
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