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When Mike's wife, Sue, wins a weekend break for one in Scotland, it suited both of them that Mike should go instead. The problem was that the organisers wouldn't let her change the name on the ticket. Fortunately, Sue had a ready solution: Mike could simply pretend to be her. Things may have been less eventful if Sue hadn't purchased such a large pair of false breasts for him. As it was, the new Mrs Susan Martin found she had a number of admirers, to whom she had great difficulty in saying, 'No.' This story contains adult themes. Please respect your local laws. THE LONG WEEKEND By Marianne Nettes CHAPTER 1 'Hi Mike, it's me.' I was surprised. Sue had a pretty frantic job as a Personal Assistant to the MD of a marketing company, and she rarely had time to call me at home during the day. 'Hi, darling. How are things?' 'I just won a short break in Scotland, for this weekend. Do you fancy going?' 'Are you sure it's not one of these tricks? You know, you get there and then find you've got free accommodation, but have to pay for food at inflated prices.' 'Nope. It's genuine, all right ? first class rail travel to Glasgow, road transfer to the hotel, three nights accommodation, from Friday to Sunday, all meals included, and wine with the evening meal. It's at a place called Hunters Lodge, near Loch Lomond. Have you heard of it?' 'I'll look it up. How did you win it?' 'Do you remember that survey I completed at work, a few weeks ago? I moaned about it to you, because it took up so much of my time. They told me the best responses would be entered in a draw for a free holiday, but I didn't take too much notice. I got a letter in the post today.' 'And it's for two people?' 'Uh-uh. It's only meant to be for me, but this weekend I'm going on that conference in Birmingham, so I couldn't go anyway. And you know a long weekend in Scotland would be absolute purgatory for me. But you'd love it, wouldn't you? You could go out walking every day.' It was true that Sue and I had wildly different tastes. Sue loved the bright lights and hectic pace of city living, which is why we lived in south London, whereas I couldn't wait to get out into the country, and breathe fresh air. It was also true that I hated it when she went away on all too frequent weekend conferences. It was bad enough that she worked long hours during the week, leaving me at home as a househusband ? one of the casualties of the dot com crash. But at the weekend, especially Sundays, I really disliked being alone. So a couple of days walking in Scotland, whilst she was away at her conference, sounded a pretty good deal all round. 'Will you be able to change the name to mine?' 'Course I can.' *** So, even though it was only Tuesday, I got out my walking trousers and anorak, and stuck them in the washing machine, and located my walking boots, and gave them a good polish. I found an OS map of the area, and found Hunters Lodge ? on the edge of a tiny loch, a few miles from one of the remoter parts of Loch Lomond. I traced out all the footpaths, and by the time Sue had come home that evening, I'd plotted my two days of walks, with options and escape routes, in case of bad weather. I showed them to her, and she politely smiled, as she handed over the information pack. 'Were they all right about changing the name?' 'Oh God! They're complete bureaucrats. Said the prize was non-transferable, and I had to be the recipient.' 'What! You mean I can't go?' I was all too aware I sounded like a little child denied a treat, but to be honest, that's exactly how I felt. 'Of course you can. All you have to do is say that you're me.' 'That's ridiculous!' I pointed at the name on the literature. 'How can I say my name is Mrs Susan Martin?' Sue shrugged, and smiled that impish grin that had first attracted me to her. 'Well, it's only checking into a hotel under someone else's name. It's hardly as though they're going to give you a medical examination, is it?' 'Don't be stupid, Sue. I'm not going to wear a skirt and high heels, thank you very much.' She laughed at the thought. 'It's you that's being stupid. It's a walking holiday, not a Vicar and Tarts Party. If I was going walking in Scotland, do you think I'd be wearing skirt and high heels? I'd probably arrive wearing jeans and sweater, exactly the same as you would wear.' 'Sue, you may wear the same type of clothes, but there's no way people will believe that I'm a woman.' 'Mike, if you really want to stay at home this weekend, instead of walking over cold, wet, Scottish countryside, then that's fine with me. But I thought you desperately wanted to go on this holiday. All it would take are a few simple changes to your appearance for you to make a very passable woman.' I paused and considered. 'It's not really that easy, Sue. I mean, I'm totally the wrong shape.' Another impish smile from her. 'You've just expressed a view shared by ninety per cent of women. I think you're well on the way to having the right mind set, and as any actor will tell you, that's the biggest hurdle.' She saw I wasn't convinced, so she continued, 'You say you're the wrong shape, but what is the 'right' shape. How does your shape need to change so you look like a woman?' 'Breasts.' 'Oh that's a typical response from a man. Look, there are lots of women with miniscule or non-existent breasts, right?' I nodded agreement. 'So if someone doesn't have any noticeable breasts, do you automatically assume they're men?' 'Well? no.' 'Exactly. So if a woman's shape isn't typified by the breast, what is it typified by?' I thought hard. 'Well, I dunno, really. They just look like women.' 'Arse!' For a second I thought she was calling me one, but she amplified her statement, 'Women have big arses, and big hips. Right?' 'I suppose so. But they're always trying to reduce them in size, so doesn't the ideal woman have a small arse?' 'We're not trying to make you into the ideal woman. You're not competing for Miss World. We want you to look like an ordinary woman, who won't be noticed by a suspicious receptionist. In other words, you need a big arse.' I wasn't convinced, so she took me upstairs, told me to take off my jeans, and then made me squeeze into a long legged panty girdle. But just before I pulled it over my bottom, she folded a couple of towels and stuffed them down the sides and rear. It was so packed that I could only just pull my jeans back over my hips, and had to wriggle them from side to side to get them up. I thought the zip would burst when I pulled it up, but when I looked in the mirror I was gob-smacked. There were the curvaceous hips and thighs of a woman! 'Hmm. Not bad. But I think you need some better padding. These towels are not smooth enough. They've rucked up at the back. But you have to admit, they make the difference.' 'Maybe to my body, but it doesn't alter my face.' She stared critically at it. 'The beard will have to go, of course, but it'll grow again easily enough, and I bet underneath it, your face is as soft as a baby's bottom. I could get you a wig. Nothing too exotic ? no long blonde hair ? but something mousy coloured of medium length, which covers as much of your face as possible. You know, Mike, I think we're almost there. The question is, do you want to give it a try, and go on this holiday, or simply sit at home and vegetate whilst I'm away at the conference?' I considered. Scotland was awfully tempting, and really, what was the worst that could happen? People might suspect that the rather boring looking woman in the hotel was rather too mannish and was really a bloke. As Sue said, they were hardly in a position to prove it, were they? They couldn't force me to have a medical examination. 'OK,' I said. 'I'll give it a go.' CHAPTER 2 The next evening, Sue came home loaded with packages. 'I found a shop which sells just what you need,' she said, pulling what looked like a pair of flesh- coloured knickers out of a plastic bag, and holding them up in the air. 'Very realistic.' She turned them round so I could see them from the front. There was a patch of dark pubic hair at the crutch. They weren't knickers ? more like a false arse and thighs, with a hairy cunt. She giggled at my expression. 'I'm told they look ? and work ? just like the real thing, even if someone catches you having a pee in the middle of a field. In these, you have to squat down like a woman.' God! I hadn't even thought about trying to keeping up the pretence of being a woman whilst on a walk, and having to take a piss, en-route, but Sue obviously had. From our previous experiences, I remembered she had been less than happy with that particular aspect of country walking. 'They'll also keep your manhood under control. No nasty erections every time you see a piece of crumpet. Perhaps you should wear them all the time.' Another giggle. 'No seriously, I'm pretty certain once you're have them on, it will be pretty difficult for anyone to tell the difference, even if you are caught with your trousers down.' This seemed to be taking the pretence a bit too far, but I had to admit, when I tried them on, they provided a much smoother and rounder line to my figure than the towels had done, the previous evening. When I stood with my back to a mirror, and twisted my neck to view myself, I realised I had one enormous arse, with hips probably about nine inches wider than normal. Unable to see my head reflected in the mirror, I would have been certain I was looking at the rear of a woman's torso. With a wig covering my head and most of my face, I reckoned I would make a very passable woman. 'OK, take them off. Let's get your hairy body defoliated.' 'There's no need to do that. I was just going to shave my beard.' 'If anyone does see you with your trousers down, they'll wonder why you have more hairs than an orang- utan on your lower legs, but which stop at the knee, where your false arse starts. Come on, I've bought a large pack of wax. Get naked, and we'll make a start.' *** I will never understand why women put up with that kind of pain instead of using a razor. Can you imagine your skin being flayed from your body? Well that's what being waxed is like ? every hair slowly and painfully ripped from your skin. Mind you, at the end of it, my skin was as smooth as that proverbial baby's bottom, even my beardless chin. I hoped it wouldn't be too long after the weekend before my beard would re-grow. There are limits as to how far I was prepared to go for this farce. When she slipped the wig over my head, I had to admit I was impressed. OK, I was no great beauty, but I certainly looked like the kind of woman you pass in the street, every day, without noticing ? quite big, but without being obese. Sue had bought several pairs of jeans and tee shirts of different sizes, from Marks & Spencer's, so she could take back those that didn't fit. I told her I didn't need anything special ? I would simply squeeze into my old things, but she always would buy clothes on any excuse, and this was more than good enough. Unfortunately, she hadn't estimated my new size very well, and nothing seemed to properly fit. With my enlarged hips, there was no way I could squeeze into my existing jeans, so we were both a little dissatisfied at the end of it. She put all the clothes back into their original packaging, and we agreed she would have another shopping expedition tomorrow. *** Surprisingly, I was really looking forward to Sue's arrival home on Thursday evening, with my new clothes, so I was quite perturbed when she rang to say she'd be late home. 'Sorry, love, but the MD is getting in a panic about the launch next week, especially with me being away at the conference this weekend. He's called a complete review, starting at seven pm, so it's likely to go on until at least nine. I'll give you a call when I finish. Incidentally, I've bought you some super clothes.' Why did my heart give a little leap of pleasure at the thought? Sue was always complaining I was never interested in clothes, and yet for the next three hours I was aching for her call. When it came, it was to say the meeting was still continuing ? they had only paused for a few minutes to take a comfort break. 'It looks like it's going to be at least midnight before I get home. I know you have an early start in the morning, so why don't you get to bed now, and we'll both get up early in the morning and you can try on the new clothes, then?' I grumbled a bit, but it seemed the best compromise, so I went to bed. CHAPTER 3 'I decided to get you some false breasts after all.' 'But I thought you told me I didn't need them ? that lots of women have miniscule breasts.' 'I know, but I think it was because you were so bottom heavy that the clothes I brought home on Wednesday didn't look so good. I took some advice from the shop where I bought your false arse, and they suggested you should try some. They had so many kinds and sizes, I had trouble deciding which to buy, but I got these in the end.' She withdrew a single quivering breast from a bag, cupped in both hands. 'God, it's enormous!' 'I thought you'd be pleased. You always said you liked large breasts. Don't you remember, you kept suggesting I should get an enhancement?' 'That doesn't mean to say? Oh, never mind. I can't wear those.' 'But I've bought a load of clothes which should fit you. And I really can't see the logic that says you like large breasts on me but small ones for you. Anyway, it can't do any harm to just try them.' I was fascinated the way the breast wobbled with every movement of her hand, like a plateful of jelly, and the way the large nipples poked upwards. I wondered what it would be like to have two of those stuck on my chest. 'I suppose I could give them a try.' 'Attaboy. These are the top of the range models, so you shouldn't have any problems with them. There's a separate adhesive, which I have to spread on first, and let dry.' She spread it on, and we left it to dry, whilst I pulled on my false arse and fumbled about with my cock until it was in the right position inside. Over the top of my false arse, I pulled on the sexy little knickers that Sue had bought ('They'll see the knicker line through your trousers,' she had said, 'so you'll have to wear proper knickers.'), and tried on the selection of jeans until I found a pair that fitted really well. I put on some ankle-sox and found a pair of the plain, black, low-heeled shoes, which were not at all painful to wear. I looked in the mirror. I had to admit, from the waist down, I looked bloody authentic. 'OK, let's get on with these.' Sue took the left breast in her hand and carefully positioned it over my nipple, pressed it against my chest and smoothed it down. 'There you are. Just hold that in place whilst the adhesive sets, and I'll fix the other one.' I grasped the soft quivering breast. Jesus, if only I'd met a girl with breasts like these! 'OK, hold this one in place with your other hand. I think I've probably guessed the right bra size, but I've bought a couple of other sizes, just in case.' In fact, she'd guessed right at a 42 DD, which sounded pretty big, but it was only when I pulled a tee shirt over my head, and I glanced down, that their true enormity became apparent. 'God! I can't go about with these. They're huge.' 'But Mike, you're tall and broad shouldered, which is why we had to give you the wide hips. Everything about your body looks in the right proportion, now.' 'Sorry, Sue, no way. I'm going to take them off.' 'Suit yourself, but you'd better hurry up. The taxi will be here at any minute.' A horn tooting outside indicated the accuracy of her forecast. I hurriedly tugged at the join of breast and skin. 'Ouch! That's stuck fast.' 'Look, don't bother to take them off now; otherwise you're going to miss your train. Get your train into the city and then go into the toilets at Kings Cross Station and remove them there.' She pulled the wig over my head, and adjusted it slightly. 'There, you look perfect. Slip on your anorak, and off you go.' I was about to argue with her, but her logic was indisputable. If I missed the train into London, I would subsequently miss the Glasgow train, and with it my chance of the holiday. Out of the corner of my eye, I could also see myself in the mirror, and there was no doubt about my proportions being exactly right. I really looked quite a dish. An angry beeping came from the taxi, so I put on my anorak and dashed down the stairs. 'I bought a few extra items for you to wear in the hotel,' Sue said, as she passed me the suitcase, and added with her grin, 'just in case you're feeling adventurous. I packed them in your suitcase last night.' Vowing to not even look at them when I got to the hotel, I grabbed the suitcase and went out the door. CHAPTER 4 When I arrived at Kings Cross, I almost went marching straight into the men's toilets! It was only the man coming through the door in the opposite direction, who stared at my tits as he finished buttoning his flies, that stopped me. 'The Ladies are over there, luv.' He pointed, and added under his breath, 'and I bet you don't get many of those to the pound.' Since leaving home, it was the third time I'd heard that same comment, along with at least a dozen others on a similar theme. To be honest, observations about the size of my breasts didn't upset me too much. The main problem was that the nipples were protruding like organ-stops ? a fact which a number of men had remarked upon. That really embarrassed me, since I had always associated such a state with a readiness for sex. So too, did many of my admirers, some of whom plainly expressed their desire to assist in giving me what I so obviously needed. I abruptly turned and headed in the direction he indicated, but then paused as I approached. Until now, I had done nothing illegal, but if I entered those toilets, I would be stepping over a line which could result in my accommodation for the next few days being significantly different from that which I had planned ? in jail! Far better to wait until I'd boarded the train and then go into the unisex toilet on board. As a strategy, that was fine. The problem was that the train was late coming in, and only arrived a couple of minutes before it was due to depart. Consequently, I had to hang about on the concourse, getting all manner of comments and offers. Then I had to dash, with hundreds of others, onto the train before it left without me. Fortunately, I had a reserved, first-class seat. Unfortunately, within ten seconds of locating it, there were at least half a dozen blokes all offering to help me put my suitcase up on the luggage rack. I almost automatically refused their offers, but just in time, I realised they'd all be ogling my boobs as I stretched up to do it myself. So I let the tallest guy help, who then promptly took it as an excuse to sit down opposite me and start chatting me up. He was in his mid-twenties, and he was so good looking that, when I was a bloke, I'd have taken an instant dislike to him. As it was, I felt rather elated that he'd chosen me to talk to. The other guys who'd offered to help, all took seats a short distance away, where they could keep a discrete eye on me (and presumably, my boobs). Of course, I then realised my strategy was totally blown, since I could hardly disappear off to the toilet, and return five minutes later without my tits. Damn! I'd have to wait until a few minutes before the train came into Glasgow, and then go to the toilet and dispense with my tits. Hopefully, by the time I came out, my travelling companions would have disappeared. In the meantime, I had almost six hours of blokes staring at my tits and trying to engage me in conversation. Over the last two days, realising I would need to have a passable female voice, I had spent many hours practising with a tape recorder. I had developed a reasonable tone, but I'd mainly concentrated upon phrases like, 'I'm Susan Martin. Can I check in?' I certainly wasn't equipped to discuss my favourite type of theatre or restaurant, which is what the tall guy wanted to talk about. I struggled for a while, but then it seemed to get a bit easier with practice. In fact, by the time they called the first serving of lunch, I was quite happy for the two of us to go to the restaurant together. By this time, I'd realised the advantage, for a woman with breasts like mine, of having a male companion. Blokes still looked at me, of course, but in a much more subtle way, and no longer as though I was easy pickings, just because I had huge tits, with protruding nipples. They would still give me the eye, if they thought my companion couldn't see, but I felt much more secure. 'Damn it!' I thought. 'I've only been a woman for four hours, and already I'm using blokes to provide me with security.' The real bad news came as the meal was drawing to an end, when Jason, for that was his name, revealed he had won a long weekend break at Hunters Lodge. My heart sank. I would now be forced to keep company with my breasts for the whole of my holiday! Damn! Damn! Damn! But I didn't let my annoyance show, as I gaily told Jason that I, too, had won the break and was on my way to Hunters Lodge. 'I wondered whether there'd be any other prize winners on the train,' he said. 'I know there were several winners.' 'Oh great,' I said. 'That means there'll be plenty of people to walk with.' 'Walk?' 'Well, why else would anyone go to a hotel in the wilds of Scotland, in the middle of March?' 'Didn't you read the leaflet?' I shook my head. 'It's only one of the best places to stay in the UK ? and they get very stroppy if you call it a hotel. You're going to Hunters Lodge as a houseguest. There's a cordon-bleu chef, a butler and personal maid service.' He added with a grin, 'That's the bit I'm looking forward to ? at least it was, until I met you.' 'Gerroff.' 'No seriously, there's an indoor pool, sauna, gym and massage parlour. You name it ? they've got it. They don't serve meals in a restaurant; they hold dinner parties that last into the early hours of the morning, and breakfasts they serve until midday. In the afternoon, perhaps a little shooting or riding ? the kind with horses I mean, and then it's time to get dressed for dinner again.' His final words brought home a suspicion that had gradually being forming in my mind. This was no walkers' hotel, where people slouched about in jeans and sweaters. We'd all be wearing dinner jackets and? evening dresses! The words went crashing through my mind. Disaster loomed. It would have been bad enough if I'd gone to Hunters Lodge as a male, with all the wrong clothes, and meeting snotty-nosed people whose idea of a long walk was the ten yards from their front door to their Jaguar. But to do all that disguised as a female would lead to total exposure. I'd be? 'Are you all right? You're looking a bit pasty.' Jason was looking at me with real concern in his eyes. 'Well, I? I didn't realise it was that kind of holiday. I was going for the walking, not for a luxury weekend break. I haven't got the right clothes, or anything.' 'That's all right. You'll look good in any clothes. Just wear what you've got.' And have the total attention of the restaurant focussed upon me, masquerading as a woman! 'I don't really think so, thanks very much. I think I'd better?' My words were cut short as the announcement came over the speaker system: 'Ladies and gentlemen. We are now approaching Glasgow Central station where this train terminates. Would passengers please ensure they have all their belongings with them before leaving the train. Thank you.' 'Come on Susan. We need to get our bags. Don't worry about Hunters Lodge. You'll be fine.' CHAPTER 5 'I told you it would be fine, didn't I?' We were seated in the back of an ancient Rolls Royce, winding its way through the Glasgow traffic. I had fully intended, after alighting at Glasgow, to immediately catch the next train back to London, but Jason had grabbed my bag and led the way off the platform, where we had been met by a uniformed chauffeur. My suitcase had smartly changed hands, and before I knew it, I was being shepherded into the Rolls. Now, we were together on the back seat, his thigh pressing against mine. On top of everything else, I'd realised in the dining car that this was going to be a problem. Wearing my false arse, I had virtually no feelings along the outside of my thigh and my buttocks, because of the thickness of material. So when Jason had reached under the table and slid his hand up the outside of my thigh, I hadn't even noticed. It was only when he slid it around to the inside of my legs that I realised exactly what he was up to. I'd given his hand a sharp slap, and he'd laughed as he'd withdrawn it, but I didn't know how long he'd been caressing the outside of my thigh, without any objection on my part. Presumably, if later on in the holiday his hand started brushing my nipples, I'd have an even worse problem. I could see, I was going to have to keep my senses about me, with this guy around. I twisted around in the seat to give a bit of space between us, and he smiled at me and settled comfortably into his corner. Within a few minutes, his eyes started to droop, his breathing became heavier, and he fell into a deep sleep. The smooth, quiet ride in the Rolls was soporific. I'd been travelling for well over seven hours by then, and I, too, felt sleep start to sweep over me. I snuggled into my corner, and deliberately put out of my mind all worries about what lay ahead. *** It was the change in ride that awoke me. Not even the ultra-smooth suspension of the Rolls could hide the enormous potholes in the unmade road, which stretched up the hill ahead of us. Feeling a weight upon my chest, I looked down. Jason's head rested on my right breast. His eyes were closed and his hair was tousled. For an instant, I wondered what it would be like to have an infant in that position, about to take nourishment from my breast. But it was only an instant before I regained commonsense. I swivelled my shoulder to throw his head off my breast, and it dropped with a satisfying clunk onto my knee. 'O-h-h-h! Fuck! That hurt.' 'Good.' He would get no sympathy from me. 'And don't try that again, buster. Especially when I'm asleep.' 'Well, you didn't object when I put it there. You said it was nice.' There was no winning that kind of argument, so I didn't try, and there was a mutual silence between us, until the car reached the brow of the hill and the chauffeur said, 'That's Hunters Lodge next to the loch.' From its name, I'd expected a tiny building, little more than a cabin, where hunters could rest overnight. So the mansion towering up by the side of the loch took me completely by surprise. It was huge. Why the hell hadn't I turned around at the station and gone home? We drove through an arched gate into a courtyard, and a butler in a formal black suit, and a maid in a black dress and frilly white apron waited by the entrance to the house. The chauffeur pulled the car to a halt beside them, leapt smartly out, and opened the door for us to alight. 'Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon, madam.' The butler eyed with distaste my jeans and bulging, tee shirt covered tits, pushing through the open front of my anorak. 'My name is Jones, and this is Nicole, your room maid during your stay.' She flashed us a nice smile. 'Welcome to Hunters Lodge. Mr Jones will show you to your room, sir, whilst I'll show the lady to hers.' She took my suitcase from the chauffeur, whilst Jones took Jason's, and they led the way inside. 'It's this way, madam.' Fortunately, she led me up a separate staircase to the one that Jones and Jason were taking. I felt I needed some space from Jason. I said as much to Nicole, and added, 'Please call me Susan.' She smiled. 'Thanks Susan. Some of the guys can come on a bit heavy when they're staying here. You know, they think the normal rules don't apply.' At the top of the stairs was a small lobby with two bedrooms leading off it. Nicole pointed to one. 'This is your bedroom. I think you'll find it's very pretty.' She opened the door and went in, and I followed her into a huge room, with a wooden floor with shag pile rugs scattered liberally about. In the centre was a four-poster bed, with lots of white lace cascading down from the canopy. 'Oh, it's beautiful Nicole.' She smiled back at me. 'I'm glad you like it. Would you like me to unpack for you?' I shrugged. 'I'm afraid I have a problem with my clothes. I didn't read the instructions properly and I haven't brought anything suitable. I really don't know what I'm going to do.' Nicole lifted my suitcase onto a stand and opened it. 'Oh, I think this will be perfect,' she said. She held up a long black dress with a scoop neckline, and a long slit up the side. Fortunately, she was gazing at the dress rather than at me, so she didn't see my jaw gape open. 'It's beautiful,' she continued, 'it'll be perfect. Do you have anything else?' How the hell did I know? On the other hand, I certainly knew someone who would ?Sue! She'd known this was a posh do, and that I'd never have come if I'd realised, so she'd kept it secret from me. I felt betrayed! Nicole was now holding up a bright blue dress, covered with shimmering sequins. 'Oh yes. There's no need for you to worry about your clothes, at all. They're ideal. What about day wear?' She looked into my suitcase and nodded approvingly, and opened a wardrobe and started to put the dresses onto hangers. Then she was opening drawers and putting in garments I hadn't seen before ? indeed, I wasn't even certain I knew what they were! 'Oh, I think someone's slipped this in here, for you.' She handed me an envelope with 'Susan' written on the front, which she'd withdrawn from the side pocket of the suitcase. 'Dinner's at eight, and I really think your black dress would be superb for that. If you need any help, ring the bell. Otherwise, I'll see you at dinner.' And she was gone. *** My darling I saw right from the start how much you really wanted to come on this short break, but knowing how easily embarrassed you get, I was certain you'd refuse if I told you all the detail. Please forgive me, but this seemed a heaven sent opportunity for you to enjoy a fun weekend, whilst I have a hard grind at the conference. I hope the clothes fit. I had fun choosing them. As long as you keep a cool head, I'm certain no one will find out about Mike. Have fun. Love XX My anger subsided as I read Sue's note, which she'd been careful enough to phrase so that even if someone else read it, my secret would not be revealed. I'd realised in the past that Sue sometimes felt guilty that, even when she was able to take time off from her busy job, she never wanted to walk in the countryside with me, and we always ended up doing what she wanted to do, which was usually shopping. But she'd gone to a lot of trouble to get me onto this holiday, when she could so easily have simply told me I wasn't allowed to go. I vowed I would make this holiday a success, and enjoy it to the full. CHAPTER 6 Surprisingly, I really enjoyed that evening. I had chosen the black dress, as recommended by Nicole, and spent some considerable time getting prepared. I had intended to remove my false breasts before showering, but they appeared firmly attached to my chest, and not even a long shower loosened their grip. They were a slightly different colour to my own skin, and I dusted a little blusher across the join, which made them look as one with the rest of my own body. Sue had included a teenager's make up kit, which was great because it included instruction on how to do it. I practised for ages, several times wiping the whole lot off and starting again, but in the end, I actually looked quite passable. There was also a suspender belt and stockings, with a lacy top, which looked as though they were just the right length to be seductively glimpsed though the long side slit in the dress. There were also several pairs of shoes, and when I saw the black sling-backs with three-inch heels, I almost wet myself with excitement. They were beautiful. I knew I'd have trouble with the heels, but I put them on straightaway, and spent ages practising walking in them, turning, swivelling, striding and ambling. When I put it all together, by slipping on the dress, I looked fabulous! Quite large, but with a femme fatale appearance. I spent several minutes admiring myself, before I heard the gong sound downstairs. *** 'Wow, you look good enough to eat.' Jason had seen me coming hesitantly down the stairs ? hesitant mainly because I thought I might go arse over tit in those shoes, rather than because I was frightened of meeting everyone. (Well, OK, I was a bit nervous, but more about meeting people for the first time, rather than them detecting I was not really Susan Martin.) Jason had quickly disengaged himself from the rest of the group (all men!) and come over to greet me at the foot of the stairs. I gave him a quick smile, and said, 'Well, I suggest you have the canap?s, instead of me. They look delicious.' I smiled at Nicole, who brought a large tray of them over to me. Jones the butler offered me a sherry, which I gratefully took and almost downed, in one. Nothing like sherry for getting rid of nerves. 'You'd better come over and meet the rest of the group,' and he drew me over to the three men, and started to introduce me. There was Scott, who was in his mid-thirties. He had a rather craggy appearance, which I guessed many women would find attractive. Next to him was Paul ? about the same age ? with a much softer, almost effeminate face. When he spoke, his voice was so sweet and sexy, it set my pulse racing. 'Hang on!' I thought, 'I'm really a bloke.' My pulse really should not be pounding at meeting a man who, I guessed from his appearance, was really gay. Harold was standing on the edge of the group, looking as though he wanted to join in, but nervous of doing so. He was fairly elderly, probably in his late seventies, and looked somewhat frail. I felt sorry for him. There's always something interesting about seeing a group of people meet for the first time, none of them certain about where they will fit into the scene, but each wanting to steer events in their own direction. Paul was frantically trying to chat up Scott, who, by his body language, clearly was not interested. In turn, Scott was trying to engage Jason in a discussion on football. Jason was torn between continuing to talk about an obviously popular topic, and chatting up the big-boobed woman he'd met earlier. Having been in similar situations myself on past occasions, I guessed he'd be thinking that: a) The opportunity of sticking his dick into a woman came before all else; and b) It would never do to lose the important ground he'd already made. Well, I wasn't keen on Jason being too successful with his courting, so I turned to Harold with a smile. He was probably rather shy, I thought, and I tried to put him at ease. 'Did you win this holiday, Harold?' He looked pleased that I had asked the question, and was about to reply when Jason took the opportunity to break in on the conversation, 'Presumably you didn't win it from a survey at work, granddad. You look as though you haven't worked for about fifty years.' Scott thought this was highly funny and guffawed loudly, presumably believing this would keep him in the dialogue with Jason. 'Did everyone else win the holiday?' he asked. There was a general murmur of assent, although I noticed Harold didn't answer. 'Are there any more guests expected, Jones?' Scott put the question which we'd all been wondering, as Jones distributed more sherry amongst us. Five didn't seem a very large number to attend a house party in a mansion of this size ? I'd expected dozens of people. 'Everyone is here, sir. The original booking was for nine guests. I regret several of those have subsequently decided not to attend.' No wonder, I thought, when partners weren't allowed, and the tickets were non-transferrable. 'What about you, Harold? You didn't say whether you won the holiday.' I had been annoyed at Jason's interjection, and wanted to make certain Harold didn't feel left out. 'Oh, I heard that Hunters Lodge was the prize in the survey, so I made certain I was asked to complete it, and I guess I got lucky. I've wanted to come here for ages. It's beautiful countryside, and there are some excellent walks in this area.' 'Ugh! Walks. You can keep those, thank you very much,' Scott said. 'I shall be sticking by the gym and the bar.' 'Well, I enjoy walking,' I said, and added, more out of sympathy for Harold than because I really wanted to walk with him, 'Why don't we walk together, Harold?' He looked pleased, and inclined his head in acceptance. 'Count me out,' said Paul, 'I'm with Scott on this.' A pang of regret went through me, that I wouldn't have chance to talk to him, all day. He looked a really interesting person, and rather dishy. For an instant, I thought of telling Harold I'd changed my mind, and would stay at home, but he'd looked so pleased, and after all, I had come here for the walking. 'The walking sounds great to me,' Jason said. 'I'll come with you two.' 'You didn't sound very interested in walking when we talked on the train,' I challenged him, as though I didn't know exactly why he wanted to tag along. 'I thought it sounded rather nice, actually,' he said, but what he really meant was that where the big breasts went, he would follow. I sighed. I was going to have to be very careful here. If the walk got too much for Harold, and he turned back, it would be just Jason and I left alone, and if he had his way, he'd be inside my knickers within five minutes. There was no need to worry. Within the next five minutes, first Scott, then inevitably Paul, changed their minds about the next day. 'Seems a pity not to be part of the group,' Scott said. 'I'll come on the walk after all.' 'Well, I can hardly stay here on my own,' Paul added. 'I'll come too.' *** Dinner was fantastic. I lost count of the number of courses, but it must have been at least seven, each served with its own wine ? and that didn't come from the discount store, either. The wine loosened the conversation, and with the exception of Harold, who kept fairly quiet, we all had a fairly lively evening. Towards the end of the evening, we all moved into the library to take cognac. I took the opportunity to dive to the toilet, remembering at the last moment to go into the ladies, rather than the gents. Apart from Nicole, it appeared I was the only woman here, so I was unlikely to get compromised. I'd already used the toilet several times, so I was getting used to sitting down and letting it all go. It really seemed quite a luxury, compared to having to aim it in the right direction, making certain it didn't splash my shoes, or spray out sideways onto my trousers, or issue a few drips after I'd zipped myself up. 'I could really get used to this,' I was muttering to myself as I left the ladies. 'What was that?' Jason was waiting outside. 'I said I could get used to this place,' I said. 'I'm not so certain,' he said. 'Look, I have a bit of a problem, and I want to enlist your help.' 'What is it?' 'You've seen how Scott is all over me?' My face must have indicated I didn't know what he was talking about, so he elaborated. 'He's gay. Surely you realised that?' 'Scott? Er, no. It didn't cross my mind.' 'Just like a woman. You are so na?ve. Well, anyway, he's coming on so strong, you have to help me out.' 'Jason. I seem to remember that earlier, you were coming strongly onto me.' 'But that's different.' 'Well, women have to sort this problem out by ourselves, all the time. I suggest you sort it out for yourself.' God, I'd only been a woman for less than a day, and already I was thinking like one. 'But have you seen the size of him?' I considered. 'He's about your height, isn't he?' 'Not his height, you prune. His? well, you know, his equipment.' My interest was alerted. 'You mean his prick?' 'Yes. It's enormous.' There was really no reason why I should have been excited by that statement. I was a heterosexual bloke, who happened to be dressed as a woman. So why did that shiver of apprehension go all through my body. 'Are you certain he's gay?' Jason smiled. 'I'm certain. You must have realised that Paul is as queer as they come, as well, and he's trying to pull Scott. Good job Paul's not after me. He's even bigger. Built like a horse.' I felt the adrenaline souring through my body, and I'm certain my neck flushed. Fortunately, Jason was too concerned with his own plight to notice. 'So you will do it, won't you?' 'Do what, Jason?' He looked surprised. 'Why, be my girlfriend, of course. Once Scott realises that I'm with you, he'll lay off.' 'Jason, that is an absolutely pathetic attempt to get close to me. Can't you do better than that?' 'No, I'm serious. Look. You don't even need to sleep with me. I'll simply come up to your room and wait until everyone else has gone to bed before?' 'Jason. There is absolutely no way you get past my bedroom door, especially with such a feeble excuse as that.' I realised as soon as I said it that the rider totally weakened my statement. He'd take it that he only had to find a better excuse. Still, there was no harm in a girl keeping a guy on edge. 'As I said just now, women are always having to sort out these kind of problems for themselves. Now, if you've quite finished propositioning me, I'd like to go to the library.' I swept off, with Jason meekly following in my wake. *** 'I expect you think men are pathetic.' Hurray! It was Paul who'd spoken to me. We'd met Harold leaving the library, as we were about to enter. He was off to bed, he said, and we agreed to meet at eight, the next morning. I ignored Jason's cry of horror, at leaving at such a horrendous hour. As far as I was concerned, if he wasn't there, it was no great hardship to go without him. As soon as we entered the library, Scott swept straight past me and buttonholed Jason, to discuss their favourite footballer. I'd had a chance to glance downwards as he walked past, and had been duly impressed. Now, as Paul addressed me, I had a peek down at the front of his trousers, and was totally gob-smacked. When men talk about a penis the size of a horse, they're inevitably exaggerating. Only Jason had not been! I could see it bulging through Paul's trousers, hanging down the left leg, almost as far as his knee, where it swelled into a large knob. I knew the flush was back in my neck, and probably every other part of my body. If my nipples had not been false, they'd have probably tore holes through my dress. As it was, I said, 'I don't think all men are pathetic, Paul. Only some of them.' I glanced over my shoulder at Jason, as I did so, before I returned my gaze to look deeply into his eyes. 'I don't find you pathetic, Paul.' And please, please, please, I mentally added, don't turn out to be gay. The gorgeous hunk didn't even acknowledge the compliment. 'I'm not surprised you told Jason to get lost.' 'Sorry. How do you know what I told Jason?' Paul smiled at me, and the whole world brightened. 'Well, you both came back here.' I was still puzzled. 'But how did you know what Jason asked me?' His smile turned into a grin, and I realised he was simply returning the stupid grin on my face. 'Men are so predictable, aren't they? It was obvious Jason was going off to ask to spend the night with you, so that Scott would lay off him.' His glance turned back to the pair of them, and saddened, and my heart saddened, too. 'I quite understand that you didn't. It's probably what any woman would have done. 'Only,' and he turned back towards me, and looked me in the eye, and my heart turned to slush, 'if you had done, I'd have been able to talk to Scott, properly. We met on the train coming up, you see, and we seemed to get on so well. I thought? Well, never mind.' My hopes were dashed to pieces. It looked like Jason had been right ? Paul was gay, but I needed to be absolutely sure. 'What about your partner, Paul?' I pointed to indentation around the third finger on his left hand, where a ring had been until recently. 'Wouldn't your partner mind?' 'It looks like my partner's being unfaithful. I'm not certain our relationship has any future. I thought this weekend might be the start of something new.' 'That's a shame about your relationship, Paul. What was your partner's name?' He looked as though he wasn't going to tell me, but then said, 'Melissa.' Yes! Yes! Yes! He'd had a relationship with a woman. There was hope for me. But then, I remembered with a terrible sinking feeling in my heart, that I wasn't a woman at all, I was really a heterosexual man. What the hell was I doing, trying as a woman to chat up a man? I almost cried with despair. 'You suddenly look sad.' I put on a brave smile. 'Not really, but I have decided I am going to give you a hand. You can thank me properly, tomorrow.' I stood up, and walked towards the door, before turning round and calling out, 'Jason, are you coming to bed, now?' CHAPTER 7 I was at the top of the stairs before Jason caught up with me. 'Quick. Let's go. Scott was leaving immediately after I left, and I think he's following me up the stairs.' I blanked him outside my bedroom door. 'Sorry Jason. Exactly where were you thinking of going?' 'In your room, of course. You said?' 'I did as you asked me to. I got you out of Scott's clutches. However, just because I gave you the excuse for leaving the library, it doesn't follow that you have to come into my bedroom. So, if you'll excuse me.' 'No, look. Scott's coming.' Certainly there was the sound of someone coming up the stairs. 'Well, you'd better run along, then, before he comes.' He gesticulated hopelessly around the lobby. 'But there's nowhere to go.' The footsteps on the stairs were getting louder. I relented. 'OK, but if you come in, you do so on my terms. Agreed?' 'Yes. Yes. Anything.' 'Right, take off your belt and hand it to me. Then turn round and put your arms behind your back.' 'Oh, no! No way. Sorry.' 'It's your choice, Jason.' The footsteps were only a few treads away, now. 'OK. OK. Here you are.' In seconds, the belt was in my hand, and his arms were behind his back. I wrapped the belt twice around his elbows, and then pulled it tight and secured it. I already had my key ready, and it took only another second to turn it in the lock, pull Jason in after me, and shut the door again. 'Oh, thanks, Susan. You've saved my life.' 'Well, you can sit on the chair over there?' I pointed, '?for a few minutes until you can safely leave.' 'But he might be waiting for me.' 'Jason, you're being just too pathetic. Sit down and shut up.' 'I need to go to the toilet. Can you release my arms, please.' I considered. It was almost certainly a trap, but on the other hand? 'Come on,' I grabbed hold of him and marched him into the en-suite. I undid the fastening on his trousers and unzipped him, then pulled down his trousers and underpants. 'Are you going to hold it for me.' 'Don't be disgusting.' 'But I'll wet myself or do it all over the floor unless?' 'Sit down like we women do. That way you won't miss.' I stormed out and slammed the door shut, trying to shut out of my mind the sight of that rather nice chunky prick, and the hairy balls. *** I have always been heterosexual ? never felt the slightest desire to grab hold of a bloke and have sex with him. So why was it so different now that I was dressed as a woman? I thought about it quietly for a minute. Perhaps I was simply playing the part well. I'd tried to completely immerse myself into the character of Sue. But then, surely Sue wouldn't be letting strange men into her room in the middle of the night and helping them to take down their trousers. Would she? Of course not. Would she? 'I've finished.' Of course, it was really an academic question about whether Sue would or wouldn't. The point was that I was playing the part of a character with huge tits and protruding nipples ? that was not Sue ? simply someone with her name. There was really no question about what I should do now. I went into the en-suite. Jason was standing up, and so was his prick. He grinned at me. 'Could you pull my trousers up?' 'You're very trusting.' I crouched down in front of him so I could grab hold of his trousers in both hands, a move that put his prick only an inch away from my face. I stared back at it ? it looked as though it was getting very excited, with the veins on the shaft standing out and the head turning purple. 'I might bite it off.' 'I wouldn't mind if you gobbled it off.' 'Is that so?' In one smooth movement, I stood up, pulling his trousers with me, right up and over that bulging prick, until they were around his waist. 'Ugh! Shit! You might have caught it in the zip!' I smiled benignly, 'As I said, you were very trusting.' I fastened the trousers at the top, and slipped a hand into his waistband, and pulled him out of the en-suite into the bedroom, and drew him over to the foot of the bed. There was a ribbon tie securing back the lace curtain. I undid it and pulled it free. Then I unfastened his trousers again, and they dropped to the ground, exposing that wonderful monster. 'Oh Jason,' I said, 'I told you I wasn't going to have sex with you.' I pushed my body forward until my boobs were pushing into his chest, and his prick was pushing against my navel, and I wriggled a little from side to side. 'You do understand that, don't you?' 'Yes,' he said. 'Anything, please, anything. Just let me spend the night with you.' I undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms, until it wrapped around the belt securing them. I lowered myself down his body, wriggling slowly as I did so, until I could lick and suck his right nipple. 'Is that all you want, Jason? To spend the night with me?' I transferred my mouth to his left nipple. 'Oh, yes please.' I slid further down his body until I was kneeling before him. I lightly ran my hands down his magnificent cock, and gently squeezed his balls. 'I bet you'd like something else, though, wouldn't you Jason?' I took the ribbon and wound it twice tightly around his cock and balls, then tied it underneath. Then I passed the ribbon around the bedpost and tied his cock and balls tightly to it. 'What are you doing?' Alarm in his voice, now. I stood up. 'I'm simply making certain you don't get up to anything else while you're in the room.' 'But I can't move.' He was right there. His arms were tightly tied behind his back at the elbows; his trousers were down around his feet, and since he had his shoes on, he wasn't going to be able to take them off; and his cock and balls were tightly tied to the bedpost at the foot of my bed. He couldn't move an inch without tearing them from his groin. 'What more could any maiden want, than a beautiful male ornament at the foot of her bed?' I gave him a wonderful smile. 'Now, I really must get undressed and ready for bed.' I want you to close you eyes, whilst I do so.' Poor Jason. He really didn't know whether I was kidding or serious. To be honest, neither did I! This was a situation like no situation I had been in before, and the power I felt at the moment had gone to my head. I felt an elation as though I'd just injected half a kilo of heroin into my bloodstream ? absolutely fantastic, but at any moment, I would explode ? but in exactly what way, I wasn't certain. I noticed that Jason had squinted up his eyes, pretending they were closed, so very, very slowly, I wriggled out of my little, sexy knickers. Keeping my back towards him, I bent down so he had a superb view under my dress, and slipped them over my shoes. Then I turned round and put them over his head. 'I told you to close your eyes. That will teach you obedience.' I could see he was breathing in the smell of me, and revelling in it. With the knickers over his head, he could now open his eyes properly, and since the material was translucent, he had a far better view of me than before. But I pretended not to notice. I lifted one foot onto a footstool, and undid the buckle on my shoe, then slowly slid my hands up my leg, lifting the skirt of my dress as I went, until I reached the top of my stocking. I released the suspender, then just as slowly, slid the stocking down my leg. I removed the shoe and stocking, and then stood up and half turned, so that Jason would have just as good a view, as I repeated the same operation on the other leg. Then I reached up behind my back and pulled down the zip, and shrugged first one shoulder forward, then the other, so the dress slowly slid down to my breasts and snagged on my nipples. It took several shrugs for it to slip over first the left nipple, and then the right, but once those beautiful obstacles had been cleared, it was a rapid fall to the floor. That left only my bra and suspender belt, and I reached behind me and released the suspender belt, and then lifted my hands to unhook my bra. For one nasty moment, I thought I couldn't get it undone, and I had visions of that Peter Sellers scene where he had the girl in his room, but couldn't get his clothes off. But then it was free, and rather than just letting it off, I turned my back on Jason to remove it. Poor boy! I remembered that when Nicole had unpacked my suitcase, she'd slipped a nightdress under the pillowcase ? another item that Sue had sneakily packed in place of my boring, old pyjamas. Still, when I held it up for inspection, it was so pretty it took my breath away. A virgin white material, so thin it was almost transparent, with a plunging neckline and slits from the waist downwards. Keeping my back towards Jason, I slipped it over my head and adjusted it. 'What do you think of this, Jason?' I turned to show him, and I heard him gasp with pleasure, at seeing my breasts and nipples staring back at him through the material. I pulled the knickers from his head, so he could see me more clearly. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered. 'Thank you,' I said. 'I bet you're pleased to be spending the night with me, aren't you?' 'Oh, yes. Yes I am.' 'Good.' I pulled back the sheet on the bed, sat on the edge of it, then demurely lifted my legs up, keeping the hem of the nightdress around my shins, and lay down. Then I pulled the sheet back over me, and said, 'I'm feeling very tired, now Jason. You don't mind if I turn out the light, do you?' and I fumbled for the pull cord over the bed. CHAPTER 8 'You can't leave me like this.' 'Leave you like what, Jason?' 'Like this.' He nodded violently downwards. 'I've got to have you.' 'But Jason, we already agreed.' 'Oh, please.' He looked at me so beseechingly, that my heart missed a little beat. 'W-e-l-l-l. I don't know.' My foot found its way from underneath the sheet, and I used my big toe to trace a line down the underside of his prick. My God, he was hard. The ribbon tightly tied round his balls had played an important part in making him harder, of course, and as he got harder and larger, so it dug in more tightly around him, to make him harder and larger still. 'Perhaps I should turn around in the bed, so I can admire my beautiful male ornament more closely.' 'Please. Oh, please.' I swivelled around in the bed, and ended up lying on my tummy, so he had a first class view down the cleavage of my nightdress. 'Is that better, Jason?' and I poked out my tongue and touched the tip of his prick. 'U-g-h-h-h.' I could sense that he was so close to coming, I was likely to have a bucketful of cum in my face if I did that again. I got out of bed and knelt down in front of him. 'Oh Jason. You're very big, aren't you?' and I used my tongue to lick one of his balls. 'Ha-a-a-a.' From the difference in his tone, I thought it was probably a bit safer doing that than touching his dick. I licked the other one, with similar results, and then I sucked his complete ball into my mouth. Yuk! Hairs! I spat them out, wriggling my tongue to locate the elusive ones. 'Why don't men wax their balls?' I complained. After all, we woman always took good care to defoliate. 'Sorry.' 'Well, I'm not doing that again.' 'You're not!' His voice started to rise in a panic, fearing I might be packing up totally. 'Oh, don't worry.' I smiled at him. 'When you have a body like mine, there are other ways to satisfy a man.' I slipped the strap of my nightdress off the left shoulder, and then did the same with the right one, and pulled the nightdress down over my boobs. 'Now, how do you fancy a good time with these beauties?' He didn't have to speak, his face said it all. I grasped a breast in each hand and moved forward to saddle his cock. It was shining so brightly, I could almost see myself reflected in it, and it was so hard, and throbbing. I moved my breasts together to enfold it, and then moved one up and the other down, and back again. His balls were pressing against my chest immediately under my tits, and I could feel the pressure starting to build. I moved both my tits together ? up, and down ? up, and down ? up, and? Jesus Christ! A jet hot spurt of liquid caught me under the chin and splayed out along my jaw line. I vigorously shoved my tits up and down again, hard. I'd thought his first ejaculation was hot and forceful, now I realised it was his pre-come. The second load was so hot it almost burnt me, and it came with such force it bounced off my chin and splashed out towards my shoulder. Not quite reaching them, I could feel it hanging down in great gobs from my chin. I glanced down to see, just as his next ejaculation was shooting upwards. It caught me on the nose and part went up my nostrils, the rest went into my eyes. The smell of his cum filled my head and my eyes were stinging, my eyelids stuck open by the cum on them. All I could see was that enormous, shining, purple knob, preparing to shoot another load in my direction, and I think it was that feeling of helplessness that pushed me over the edge. I felt a sweetness sweep through me that was so wonderful. I knew another ejaculation would be coming at any second, and I wanted to capture every wonderful part of it. I opened my mouth and bent my head, just in time to catch the next load, and it slammed into the back of my throat, and slid down inside me. And the syrupiness inside me just swamped out every other feeling. This, I realised, was an orgasm like nothing I'd ever had before, and I wanted it to last forever. *** Needless to say it didn't, but bloody hell, compared to the normal duration of my orgasms, it was like War and Peace had been turned into a sex manual. I don't know how many more spurts Jason performed. It didn't really matter. I was in my own version of paradise that seemed to last for half the night, but was probably only a few minutes. When I finally looked up at him through my cum sodden eyes, I could see he was well into his post-coital depression. He was looking down at me, my face covered in his own cum, and huge gobs were hanging from my chin and my nipples down to the floor. He was obviously thinking what a dirty little slut I looked, and probably wondering how he could even have bothered to get an erection up for me. Such is the lot of women! I stood up and released his arms from the belt, and left him to sort out everything else, whilst I went into the en-suite. When I came out after taking a long shower, the bastard hadn't even left a note. I knew that was the last connection I'd had with him, in all senses of the word. Good riddance to bad rubbish! CHAPTER 9 It was only as I started to get dressed next morning that I realised how completely Sue had replaced the contents of my suitcase, when she'd come home late on Thursday night. She must have tipped out everything I'd spent the last few days carefully packing, and completely replaced them with the things she'd bought. Fortunately, I'd separately packed my rucksack with my walking boots, first aid kit and survival bag, but everything else was gone. Most importantly, my waterproof, breathable, walking trousers weren't there! Instead, there was a short, flared, green skirt, which the labels promised were 'ideal for walking.' Sue had obviously chosen it against her most important criteria ? that it colour coordinated with my green anorak ? and she'd also included matching green tee shirt, sweater, woollen socks and a dinky little hat. However, I reckoned that the skirt would give me no protection, whatsoever, when the rain came sweeping horizontally across the cold, Scottish mountainside. I was in for a miserable walking weekend. *** Harold had already eaten when I got down to breakfast, and there was no sign of anyone else, apart from Nicole who served me. I asked her if she knew whether the others were on their way. She looked rather apologetic, as she said, 'Jason came back to the library, last night at about midnight, and told me not to bother to wake him this morning, as he'd decided not to go on the walk. Scott and Paul promptly decided they weren't going, either, so I'm afraid it's just yourself and Harold.' 'That's fine,' I said. 'I'd really prefer not to walk with Jason, anyway.' A thought struck me. 'But I thought Scott followed us up to bed. How come he was still in the library at midnight?' Nicole looked puzzled and shook her head. 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I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

Voyeur Porn Sites
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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

The Fappening
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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

1 year ago
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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

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Altheas Lovely Weekends

Althea's Lovely Weekends by Ginny Wolf I am at the motel. I arrived first and checked in. This is the rendezvous, halfway between our homes. I wait impatiently for my dear lover. I haven't seen her in almost two weeks and it's killing me. The longer I wait the harder it gets. When we can't make it to one home or another, we meet here but it has been a long time since we have gone so many days without seeing each other. I look down at my feet and realize that I have been...

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

Incest
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Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

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Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

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Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

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Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

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Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...

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Birthday Weekender

I really don’t know what possessed me to take this trip. I know it was Josh’s 16th birthday and bringing his younger brother Simon was a given, why on earth did I let them invite 4 of their friends as well. Driving from our home in Hertfordshire UK to our Spanish villa was long enough without having a car load of excited teens. I suppose after the last year when my husband had decided to leave us they both deserved a break, and lets be honest just having your mother to celebrate with, is not...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

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EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

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EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

1 year ago
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Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

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Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

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Katherines Style Part Two

The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...

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Esther IV

Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...

3 years ago
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Katherines Style Part 3

The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...

4 years ago
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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Esther stone

Esther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...

2 years ago
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Esther Stone part 2

When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

4 years ago
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Esther II

Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...

4 years ago
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Athena Goddess of Wisdom

Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...

1 year ago
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Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...

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Athena Ch02

“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...

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Athena

He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...

2 years ago
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Mathew and Beth part 3 Trip down southquot

It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...

4 years ago
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Athena 1

Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...

3 years ago
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Heather and Michelles wild weekend

She sits in front of me in American History class. Her long thick brunette hair drapes across your desk when she sits back and the scent drives you wild. I dont quite understand it, I've never had these feeling for another girl before but Heather just drives me wild. She has a locker about 6 down from mine and we are friendly to each other but I wouldn't call us friends. The senior dance is coming up on Friday and I overheard her trying to catch a ride. "I can drive to the dance" you say to her...

3 years ago
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Hypothermia can I survive 3 cold women

Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...

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