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DeniseAn adult novel of sexual slavery and service.Written By Miss Irene Clearmont.Copyright ? 1998/1999 Revisions ? 2011Synopsis:Miss Denise Arden Lamont renews her friendship with an old university friend, Kathy. Kathy has always been rather curious in her choice of male friends and indulges herself in training them.As Denise slides into this dark world of sexual slavery she becomes entrapped by the evil Miss Clearmont whose appetites for malevolence and vice know no boundaries.*****This was...
This is my second story. Don't be shy to critisize me. I know it got damn long again... Sorry... Enjoy it anyway! This story happened around fifteen years after my wife Karen had died. She had died of an unwanted abortion together with our unborn little daughter. I’d been to her gravestone at the cemetery once a week ever since. After she had died I never got into a new relationship, it was as though I had totally lost interest in women. My name is Marc; I’m 5’9”, something like 165 Lbs. I’m...
TabooI had a change clothes in the car and at the last minute at my posh office, near the Tacoma Narrows Bridge, I got dressed without anyone seeing me and I left 10 minutes later. Old baggy jeans, white Reebok trainers, and a forgotten blue T-shirt. Hair braided in a high ponytail, soft pink lipstick and barely a very slight line of the eye. Round glasses that I used 15 years ago with a light frame ... and so I have crossed all of Tacoma to almost the outskirts. My name is Kristen and I have 49...
As I stood there watching her through the crowd sitting there in her tight top showing off those wonder tits whilst I drank my beer. I felt my cock twitch and my heart started to race and that familiar rush started to simmer. I thought to myself maybe she not out of my reach after all? With my new found sexual pleasures that Diane has started me on, maybe I can get the next best thing....Denise, 5'6 toned firm size 12, 36c breasted sporting a shoulder length brunette hair with blonde...
My Bitchy-hot Niece Denise Femdom Fiction by James Pendergrass - (www.cafeboudoir.com) 2008It was meant to be a simple month-long visit while I got my life together. Thanks to some horrible managerial maneuvers by my banker employer (sub prime loans, etc) I was out of a job two weeks past my 30th birthday. I wasn’t the type of save money for a rainy day and within two months I had serious cash problems. No longer could I afford my Manhattan luxury apartment. I needed help. Mom and Dad...
Denise by Michelle D. Lurker Part 1 Ever since he could remember Denis had an interest in girls. No, not the normal interest that boys had, Denis' interest was far more exotic. Instead of fantasizing about getting a girl's clothes off (like most other 16 year old boys), he fantasized about putting them on. He didn't think of himself as gay, for he didn't think about other boys sexually, but he didn't think about girls sexually either. He just liked dressing up once...
My First Meeting With DeniseA story by Chris Straight@all rights reservedI was hiking in the hills just on the edge of the city. I had a favorite trail. It was quiet and peaceful. Lots of green shade and plenty of pine needles on the trail. When I came to a familiar fork in the trail, I decided not to take my usual path and instead I took the other trail, which was hardly visible. It dipped down for a while, and then curved around a bit. Then, without warning, I came upon a man and woman...
My Weekend As Denise - A Magic Depot Story By Cabinessence Author's note: I did go to college in the Hudson Valley area, but not to any of the schools mentioned. It all started as just another Friday afternoon in purgatory. I was waiting patiently for my girlfriend to call me so I could find out what our plans were for this weekend. Then it would be off to the campus ATM machine to get out the money to pay for it. I really loved Kathy and couldn't bear to be without her ....
"Rod, at first I had no intention of you ever being in the know about all of this. But—frankly—hiding it from you has gotten to be way too much for me," she said. "Huh? Hiding what, Denise?" I said. I had a bad feeling. "Well, to put it crassly, I'm a slut, Rodney Harris. I've been one for a long time. I have had many men, and I intend to keep on having many men. Wait please, let me finish, please." I'd started to get up. "That said... "Rodney, you are the only man in my life for...
I just found out that my wife of eight years is a whore. Yes, a whore. That means she is getting paid to have sex with strangers. She works as a waitress at a truck stop on the interstate, about twenty miles from our home in Hutto. I had to drop some supplies off for my boss at the truck stop to catch a driver headed north. It was easier for me to deliver the supplies to him so he wouldn't have to go too far out of his way. It was fifty boxes of flooring that needed to get to Dallas tomorrow....
Two years after the events previously related, since Stephanie still owned Tom Jenkins, she was still maintaining general oversight of his involuntary sex therapy. She would visit the psych lab at Masterson Automotive about once a month and Paul Gregory would take her into the lab where Jenkins would be restrained naked on his back with the plethysmograph device attached to his penis. I accompanied her on some of these visits where I would see the lovely female technician stimulate his visual...
This is my second story. Don’t be shy to critisize me. I know it got damn long again… Sorry… Enjoy it anyway! This story happened around fifteen years after my wife Karen had died. She had died of an unwanted abortion together with our unborn little daughter. I’d been to her gravestone at the cemetery once a week ever since. After she had died I never got into a new relationship, it was as though I had totally lost interest in women. My name is Marc, I’m 5’9”, something like 165 Lbs. I’m a...
My stepmother and I have been having sex for the past year. She’s very horny and loves sex almost as much as me. She’s so pretty and is a sex addict. She loves to have sex with my friends and myself. I know you must be thinking that isn’t very good. She has even helped me and my guy friends have sex. She loves to help with all of her sexy ideas. Her name is Denise and she’s forty years old. She’s 5’7” with blond long hair and has blue eyes. She has the greatest body you’ve ever seen. She has...
Taboothank you shy_januaryMy name is Zoe and my fantasies are many. One of which is to meet my co-worker, Denise, for a wonderful time in Toronto at Skydome hotel. I'm a petit, w/f and Denise is larger and full figured. I am new, a virgin of sorts, and she takes control. After an afternoon of sight seeing in Toronto, building our tension and desires while strolling the museum of art and walking about through the garden of fountains we enjoy a light meal and a few cocktails to soften the edges.When...
By Jax_Teller Working at a strip club you meet all kinds of people. I met Denise and Debby while dancing at a strip club that had both female and male strippers. The club had two different entrances one for the upstairs female strip club and another on the opposite end of the building for the Male strippers club downstairs. Club “V” for Victor ~ Victoria, was a popular place and was located near a major tourist area or trap as we called it. Money from tourism could bend any regulation...
How Miss Jean Brought Out Denise By Johnny Segundo When Bill ran into his old friend John he couldn't help but notice a major change in John's disposition. Where before John had been sullen and humorless he now seemed happy and fun-loving. John's positive mood made such an impression on Bill that he just had to ask him about it. "What is your secret, John? What brought about this wonderful change in you?" he asked. "Oh, nothing." John smiled unconvincingly. "It's okay. You can...
A black rapist named Sam has been watching and stalking Denise off and on for several weeks he has a special hi tech tracking device that has given him the ability to listen in on her cell phone conversations. This has let him know exactly when she is alone and at what point her husband will be gone and out of town! Denise is a 36 yr old dark headed woman 5' 7” tall with gigantic tits and a 36” ass. When in school she had played sports and for her age is still in great shape. They have no...
It was a typical night at the club. The crowd was pretty well on the way to oblivion. I made my way across the floor to the bar, greeting a couple of friends and more than a few acquaintances. I got my drink from Brad and asked him how things were going. "Not too bad, Tony, it's just another night in paradise," he replied. He moved away to get somebody's drinks and I turned my back to the bar and scanned the crowd. My eyes moved over the women as they stood, sat, or danced. Booties were...
An adult novel of sexual slavery and service. Written By Miss Irene Clearmont. Copyright © 1998/1999 Revisions © 2011 Synopsis: Miss Denise Arden Lamont renews her friendship with an old university friend, Kathy. Kathy has always been rather curious in her choice of male friends and indulges herself in training them. As Denise slides into this dark world of sexual slavery she becomes entrapped by the evil Miss Clearmont whose appetites for malevolence and vice know no...
Denise was not knockout gorgeous but she was very pretty. Green eyes that always glowed with her happiness for life. She stands 5’ 3”, slim. Ample, not huge tits but big enough to enjoy in every way. Her legs seemed a little long for her frame but where they came together they made an incredible ass out of themselves. It was not too wide or too fat. It was for me, a true ass man, and a masterpiece of nature. After four years in the Air Force and one year trying to sell stereo I decided to...
I was leaning against the door of the car trying to catch a short nap. It was a Union 76 truck stop and I was parked in the back of the lot where it was fairly dark. On the way from Kansas City to Denver I had gotten sleepy and had caught myself nodding off and I figured I better pull over before I ran off the road and killed myself. I had been there about three hours and while I had gotten some sleep it had been a fitful nap what with air brakes hissing on and off. The whining of the diesel...
Terry By Todd The sunlight poured through the window and urged Terry to wake up. He had other ideas since it was Saturday morning. He pulled the pillow over his head as he rolled away from the window. It took Terry a few moments to realize that the noise he was hearing was someone knocking on his door. Finally he rolled out of bed and started for the door. As he looked through the peephole he saw his friend Susan and remember that he was supposed to go...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Terry Chapter 1 by roccodadom44 [email protected] " Jesus I really despise him," Terry thought as she watched her husband ineptly trying to fix her car. She knew he was totally lost and was just pretending that he had any man skills. Terry felt pity for him and this in turned fueled her hate for him, she really felt like going outside, where Dan was trying to get her tire changed, kicking his stupid ass. While she continued to think bad...
Denise: This has been such a strange time for me. I'm Denise Haroldson. My husband John and I have a fairly normal household with two children, Robert, 18, and Karen, 16. Up until recently our life has followed the typical program. Every weekday John and I would go to work and our kids would go to school. John is an architect. It sounds exciting, but he works for one of the partners in the firm and all he does is do the actual drawing and such for his boss. He doesn't really design...
At nineteen and within two weeks of high school graduation, David was a virgin. If truth be told, he’d never seen—let alone touched—a real live, bare female breast. He’d gotten his hand just above the knee with a girl he had dated for a few weeks but she had arrested his progress by slamming her knees together and slapping his hand. He’d never gotten a blow job, hand job or any other kind of ‘job.’ He’d never had a girl touch his cock even through his jeans. The only things that kept him from...
PROLOGUE; Midland, Texas - 1958 C.E. Terrance Paddraigh O'Connell was not the sort of kid that his peers wanted to be seen associating with. Skinny, wearing thick lensed glasses, hand me down clothes, and possessed of a high pitched irritating voice, he was a nerd's nerd - ere such a term had even been invented. Friends, however, were the last thing on Terry's mind at the moment. It was eleven thirty, on a Friday night, and his old man hadn't made it home from the honky tonks yet. The...
Terry and Robert A Note At The Beginning: This is a love story. It is also a true story or as true as memory allows. Because it is true it involves disappointment and pain, but also discovery, affirmation and joy. It is confused and open ended, and yet provides closure. As with many love stories it starts with anger. Chapter 1: The Passes I was furious. I was beyond furious. I had stormed off leaving my best friend Robert alone on the street and taken the subway back to...
Terry Deever’s cock is hard, and getting harder. He is in the drawing room of a large house in the most well-to-do area of the city. A woman (whose age he judges to be about fifty) is sitting next to him on the sofa. She is running her hand along the inside of his thigh, into his groin. She says, “I want you to fuck me? Can you do that?” When he doesn’t reply she continues, “My cunt is very wet.” She takes his hand. “Here. Feel.” How Terry came to be in this situation, and what happened next,...
Straight SexThe converted attic was my room and it gave me loads of privacy. So as I grew up I could wear the clothes I liked, as long as I stayed in my room. By the time I was a senior in high school, I kept my toe nails painted all the time and I wore panties every day. At night I wore frilly little night gowns and more likely than not I would masturbate, always fantasizing that I was the girl and some faceless guy was fucking the shit out of me. I learned to dance and I loved the way my skirt flew up...
CrossdressingMy Time With Dennis / Denise As many of us are, I was a confused college kid. I was still a virgin coming out of high school and was conditioned by society that boys liked girls and girls liked boys. My first few months were awkward when it came to dating. It seemed if you weren't part of a frat house then you couldn't get dates. This led to many Friday and Saturday nights out with friends rather than on a date. In one of my classes I met Dennis. He stood about 5'7", was slight in...
I probably never would have found out if she hadn't come home drunk that night. In high school and in college I'd taken part in several gangbangs and you never forget what it feels like to slip your cock in a cum filled hole. I'd undressed her and had looked down on her lying on the bed with her legs spread, giggling at something only she could see and she looked so damn sexy that I just had to fuck her. My cock slid right in and I knew immediately that I wasn't the first one to fuck her...
It was a Saturday morning; I had felt a bit different that day, Buzzy; David and I had been out late and woke up feeling horny, we had played a bit but then he realised he was going to be late for his golf match and left me aroused and horny. Add to that feeling was an adult party we were going to in the evening, at which I had been promised by the hostess ‘lots of attention’. It was also a bright sunny, warm day. David had already gone to his golf club, so I knew he wouldn’t be back till...
This really happened to me when I was about 35 years old and around the mid 80's divorced and living on my own. I was driving taxis in the southwest of Sydney and had been for about 10 years and work normally Tuesday to Saturday nights. Anyway, one late afternoon I picked up a fare, she was about 50 year of age ... 5'9"/160lbs ... (175cm/75 kgs). She was a very pleasant woman with shoulder length blonde hair, nice face and body, and wearing a white t-shirt, which showed her 40D breasts better...
Erotic Fiction"Did you have sex with your wife again this weekend?" Lori asked me almost immediately after lighting her cigarette. "No, Lori, I didn't. To be frank with you, all I could think about was Terry's body, and ... well, never mind." "Oh my god, my devil boss. How many times did you beat off to her?" "I told you never mind, Lori. Let's just say I couldn't get her body out of my mind, okay? Not to mention, I saw you watching all the while." "Aha, so I do have an effect on you. But...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Back to my story… i said how my life had changed in many ways. Frank was assigned to work on a project which took up a lot of his time. We still spoke every day but only saw each other a couple of times a week. i would go over every Friday for the game and see him on Tuesday nights. That was our standing night to be alone together. Some days, if work was very stressful for him, he’d say he was really stressed and ‘loaded,’ that’s what he called it, and ask if i could come over and relax him. i...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
I spent the week finishing my work demands and packing my things for the road. I’d be staying at a hotel with my mom and grandma as we traveled and that included while we were in LA, my hometown. My boyfriend, Ryan, and I had a great round of sex before I stopped to visit my dad and siblings to let him know about my new gig. He had kept up with me via texting, so he knew the story, but it had been a while since I had been home. I spent the evening visiting and then drove back into the city to...
In highschool I had this beautiful highschool sweet heart her name was Denise. She was 5'5'' chubby punk Latina with a beautiful smile and gorgeous bright brown eyes. We dated for a little while in highschool but I got kicked out and she moved to another part of town and transferred. Then one day while out with a friend we ran into each other in the local mall. She just graduated highschool and was looking for a job I knew my job was looking for new sales people and so we exchanged info. I got...
The Beginning of My Life Denise Girl Disclaimer: This document is written as an autobiographic experience. It is not to be copied without written consent from the author. All names have been changed unless they have asked to be named. Please enjoy it with happiness and good health. Beginnings As most transvestites; I started early...probably 7 or 8 years old. I could not resist the feeling of my little sister's lace and silky slips and dresses. Having 2 sisters made dressing...
Dear Denise, The last time we spoke, you asked me about my first experience with another woman. To answer your question, no- it wasn't planned. Really the first time, I was very young. As I grew up I tried to keep thoughts of my first, buried under a torrent of fantasies about boys. Don't get me wrong. I liked, and still do like sex with men. However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill me in ways that sex with a man cannot. Women are far more gentle, and yet...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Over the next few weeks i thought about the thing with Jack, but didn’t want to act on it. i didn’t have the confidence to go for it and was very anxious about what the reaction would be if i did. We didn’t about it again for maybe three or four weeks.Not much changed except for the ‘dirty talking’ during sex. There was more to our fantasies now; stuff like talking about his other friends and about me being with more than one guy at a time… things like that. Each time we had sex i became more...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
I am Sam and, I am 7 years old. There were always troubles at my home since I can remember, mostly my Mom was fighting all day long against my Dad because of me. He always said to her that she was turning me into a girl, that I had my hair too long, that I was too feminine, and always delicate, and that the only thing that was left was for me to wear a dress and carry and doll. Those fights always ended the same way, Mom was left crying and Dad went to drink. I knew that I was...