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Alice and the G-Belt By Charlotte Dickles I am just not one of those guys who can generally start chatting up a woman in a pub at nine pm, and be shagging the arse off her by midnight. I simply don't have the techniques, or the confidence, or whatever to do it. So if someone had asked me of my chances of scoring on that cold, Monday evening in late November, as I left the railway station at the end of a delayed, four-hour journey on a train with no heating or buffet car, my answer would have been that they must be out of their tiny mind. Even after I decided that, rather than immediately taking the twenty-minute walk home to an empty house, I would go into the bar at the Palace Hotel and have a pint and a bar snack, the thought of even seeing an attractive member of the opposite sex simply didn't come into it. Out of season, the Palace was normally deserted, but occasionally a coach load of pensioners, would make an overnight stop. Had I entered the bar ten minutes after I did, I might well have turned around and gone somewhere else. But it was deserted when I walked in, bought a pint of their best bitter - and one of the attractions of that bar was the quality of its bitter - and ordered scampi and chips. As I was plonking myself down on one of the settees next to the huge fireplace, the first couple of pensioners walked in, immediately followed by another. By the time I'd let the heat from the log fire - and that was the other main attraction of the place - warm me through, and taken a couple of sips of beer, there were dozens of them in there, queuing three deep at the bar or sitting down wherever they could find a seat. 'I'm sorry if we're disturbing your peace.' I hadn't even noticed the younger woman walking in - she was so tiny she'd been hidden behind a couple of eighty-year olds. She must have been late twenties - say five or six years younger than me. I guess many men would have thought her very attractive, but to be honest, she didn't pull any strings for me. You see, I like big women. Now I'm not talking breast size in particular, as I realised a long time ago that beggars can't be choosers. But when I see someone who's within an inch or two of my five- feet-nine, my senses awaken with a 'Zing!' If she's wearing heels which push her to my height or slightly higher than me, I'm in heaven. And I really don't follow the fashion that says that women must look slightly thinner than a broomstick. Give me a woman with a pleasant roundness, anytime. So, I was hardly thinking about instant leg-over as I smiled back at the five-feet-nothing girl, the size and shape of a twelve-year-old child. I may even have idly wondered why anyone would be a paedophile when they could have legal sex with an adult woman who looked so childlike. 'That's no problem. There's room for us all,' I replied to her and, as a couple of wrinklies squeezed in next to me, I added, with a grin at them, 'Just about.' She was the courier for the coach party, I realised, in her bright-red skirt and jacket, over a white blouse with a motif on the pocket, and a matching red clipboard with a sheath of papers attached. 'I promise we'll be gone in a few minutes, but first - I hope you don't mind - I need to give a short briefing.' She plonked her clipboard on the low table in front of me, raised her voice and said, 'OK everybody. Could I have your attention, please?' For a tiny person, she could make an incredible amount of noise, and the pensioners ceased chatting as abruptly as if she had unexpectedly switched off their pacemakers. 'I hope you've all settled into your rooms, alright, and as usual, if there are any problems with them, please visit Reception first. If Reception can't or won't help - and they are usually very obliging in this hotel - then come and see me.' She swept her head around the room to make certain everyone was paying attention, and had picked up her inference that if there was anything wrong with the room, they were on their own. It was at that moment that I noticed her shoes: the heels must have been almost five inches high! Now, if there is one disadvantage of dating taller women, it's that they simply cannot wear high-heels without looking stupid - one or two inches is about the limit. But clearly, this woman needed every inch she could to add to her height, and she had taken heel-height to the limit. Her foot was only slightly longer than the heel was high, and it curved so sharply downwards that it looked both extremely uncomfortable and highly erotic at the same time. Such shoes do marvellous things for legs, and she had the best legs I had ever seen on a woman - they may have been short, but hell, they were shapely. 'Tomorrow,' she continued, 'we shall be leaving the hotel at nine am, so please have your cases placed in the corridor outside your doors, ready for collection, by eight-thirty at the latest. Now, are there any questions before I tell you about the arrangements in the dining room?' She'd said it in a way that suggested questions were not only unnecessary, but extremely unwelcome - in fact, her entire speech had hardly impressed me as having the best interests of her customers at heart - but one fearless, little, old lady spoke up. 'What time do we arrive at Bath tomorrow? Will it be too late to get to the shops?' 'There should be a little time for shopping. We arrive at?' she turned around to scoop up her clipboard, and that's when it happened. As she reached down, so I noticed her blouse was open considerably lower than most women would wear it - only a woman with little or no cleavage could get away with that. And as she stretched out for the clipboard, another feature that only a small-breasted woman could get away with became apparent. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see a small, pink nipple! Zing! My senses were suddenly on full alert. She realised my position just as her fingers closed over the clipboard, and her eyes flicked up to meet mine, which - too late - were hurriedly being averted from that forbidden view. She quickly raised herself upright, her nipples safely out of sight, but all of a sudden they again made their presence felt by thrusting against the material of her blouse. Zing! Zing! Including the time for her to turn back to her audience, the whole episode could not have taken more than a few seconds to play out, but the scene was indelibly etched in my mind. I studied the audience as she started to speak. Surely, they would all notice her protruding nipples, and start pointing at her, or making little jokes to their friends. 'Yes, we arrive in Bath around four-fifteen. Now, if there are no more questions, let me tell you about the dining-room. There are two, long tables laid out for us?' Incredibly, no one appeared to have noticed her organ-stop nipples - they all seemed far more concerned with getting into the dining-room before the food had disappeared. 'Finally, if anyone wants to see me this evening, I shall be in the bar here for another half hour, therefore see me before you go into the dining-room. OK? So, if you'd like to make your way through to the dining-room?' The bar cleared of everyone in about twenty seconds, flat. 'I hope my presence enlivened your evening.' She had turned back to me. By now, those mischievous nipples had become almost indistinguishable behind her loose-fitting blouse - not that I looked, of course. I considered my response. I wasn't certain whether she was sarcastically expressing her annoyance, or simply making light conversation to cover an embarrassing event. This was the moment when I could get my face slapped and my scampi and chips, which the waiter was just laying before me, tipped into my lap. Or perhaps we could have a laugh about the event. Have you noticed that, even then, when I'd seen her bra-less nipple and the obvious affect that my candid glance had upon her, and still I was only thinking about having a laugh with her? That probably explains a lot about my past life! 'I'm surprised the majority of your coach party don't die of heart attacks during the tour, with a sex-bomb like you in charge of them.' She laughed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It had been the right approach. 'Most of them are a long-time past looking at a woman's nipple,' she said, 'they're far too concerned about getting into the dining-room before all the food's gone. Do you mind if I have a chip?' Before waiting for my reply, she picked the largest chip from my plate and fed it into her mouth in a manner I found highly erotic. She had, I noted, very long fingernails, painted the same colour as her jacket and skirt. I had a mental image of those fingernails digging into my back, as she pulled me on top of her, and wrapped those wonderfully muscular legs around me. For the first time that evening, I had thought about sex! 'Mmm, that's good,' she said. 'Look, it's going to take ages to get any more food from the kitchen, now that my lot are in the dining-room. Would you mind awfully if I shared your meal - and to make up for it, I'll buy you another beer?' Ten minutes previously, I'd have told her I was tired and hungry; all I wanted was a pint and a meal, and to get home to switch on TV. So if she wanted food, she could piss off and buy it herself. Instead, I said, 'Of course you can share. But let *me* get you a drink. What would you like?' *** It seemed only a few minutes later that Alice glanced at her watch and said, 'Hey! It's almost eight. My lot will be leaving the dining-room soon. I'd better go, otherwise they'll start pestering me with all their trivial enquiries.' I was desperately trying to think of some witty words to keep her as she gathered her clipboard and handbag, as a prelude to standing up. But she was the first to speak. 'Look,' she said. 'I *would* invite you up to my room, but I'm strictly *not* a one-night-stand person.' Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I thought, but aloud I said, 'I understand completely. It's been really nice talking?' 'The point is,' Alice said, 'I'm doing the same tour next week, and I shall be back here next Monday. So if we were to agree that we had a? seven-day relationship? well, that wouldn't be a one-night-stand, would it? So we could go up to my room now.' 'Sorry?' There must be some kind of catch in what she'd said. 'You're saying that if we agree to see each other in one week's time, then you'd be happy for us to go up to your room together now?' 'Well, not quite. It's not just about meeting up next Monday. A relationship means a lot more. It means you're faithful to the other person - that you don't screw around for the rest of the week.' 'I don't think I'm very likely to be screwing around?' I started to say, when she vehemently interjected. 'But that's not the point, Philip. Just suppose some drop-dead gorgeous woman comes up to you tomorrow and says, ?I must have sex with you, Philip,? a relationship with me means that you would say ?No?. Do you understand?' 'Well, yes. Of course I understand,' I said, 'and of course I would say ?No?.' Wouldn't I? It would be nice to be offered the temptation. 'You're certain you mean that, Philip? You're happy that no one else will get a look-in at your willy for a whole week?' 'Absolutely,' I said, and added, 'So? shall we go upstairs?' 'There are a couple of other things we need to get cleared up before we do,' she said. Shit! Shit! Shit! 'What's that, Alice?' 'Well, it's with me being so small. I can't bear being crushed underneath. I have to be on top, all the time. Is that agreed?' Ecstasy! 'Of course.' I nodded furiously. That was a condition I could well live with. 'Was there something else?' She smiled. 'This all sounds so clinical, agreeing all the terms before we get to touch each other, don't you think? But I do think it's better to sort out these things first, rather than argue about them later.' I nodded again. If she didn't get on with it soon, I would be coming in my pants. 'The final thing,' she said, 'is that I do so hate five-minute sex.' So do I, I thought. The problem was to delay my ejaculation for more than five minutes. 'That's another advantage of me being on top,' Alice said. 'I'll control the pace, if you're happy with that. I suggest that we plan to finish at about midnight, which gives us four hours of continuous sex. Do you think that's adequate?' Hell! That would be a record! 'That sounds very satisfactory,' I said. 'Great!' she said. 'In that case, we have a relationship. Look, I don't want the hotel to know I'm having a visitor to my room, so why don't I go up now, and you follow in about ten minutes. Room 368. Alright? Oh and please go to the toilet before you come up. There's nothing worse than getting all excited and then you needing to go for a wee and not being able to, the way men do. Do you know what I mean?' I did. *** 'Right. Come in. Take your clothes off and put them on the chair over there. Then you can lie on the bed.' 'Right,' I said. I was used to a bit more foreplay before getting to that point, but if this led to four hours of continuous sex, who was I to complain? I did as she bid. 'Excellent,' she said, letting her satin dressing-gown slip to the floor, and then climbing up onto the bed and kneeling astride my legs. She eyed my prick standing stiffly to attention. 'Right, I think we'll start off with a bit of oral, don't you?' 'Yes please,' I said. 'Excellent,' she said again. Then she swivelled forward and came up the bed on her hands and knees, until her tiny torso was right over my head. Her breasts, I noticed, were barely little mounds, with nipples the size of my thumbs. I was about to raise my mouth to her nipple when she sat upright on my chest; then she was kneeling astride my head; then she had wriggled forward until her cunt was almost touching my mouth. 'OK, get going,' she said, leaning her torso right back, and ramming her cunt down over my mouth. It was only after I'd been licking her out for about ten minutes and she'd had her first orgasm of the evening that I realised my hands were tied to the bedposts. 'Mmmm! Stp!' I said, her cunt muffling my words. 'Nvr greed t any bondge. Tek it ov.' 'Oh Philip!' She sat upright, removing her vagina from my mouth. 'Don't be such a prude. You agreed that I would control the pace. How do you think a slip of a girl like me could stop a bloke like you, once his loins are indicating it's time to squirt semen into vagina? It would be flatly impossible.' She wriggled down my torso until her twat was rubbing against my cock. But the angle was all wrong, and when I tried to thrust upwards, my prick simply slid past her bum. 'How long could I keep this game up, if your hands weren't tied to the bedposts?' She had a point. She slid down the bed until her mouth was able to suck one of my balls. I gasped. 'Enjoying it? Good, because I promise you that I'm not into inflicting pain whilst you're tied up, only in giving you the best sex you ever had. If you have a problem with that, then it's not too late to call everything off. I'll release your hands, and you can get dressed and go home. But if you *do* want the best sex ever, then stay where you are, and just lay back and enjoy it.' She sucked my ball a little more. 'So, what's it to be Philip. Do you want to go home, or do you want to stay tied up?' 'OK, you win,' I said. 'That wasn't the question, Philip.' She allowed her tongue to trace a line from the base to the tip of my shift. 'I want to stay tied up,' I said. 'Excellent,' she said. 'In that case, let's secure your feet.' In thirty seconds, I was spread-eagled across the bed, and then she took out of her suitcase one of those straps they have on lorries for tensioning cargo. She threw the one end under the bed and then passed it back over my hips, just next to my genitals. She fastened the two ends together then started winching in the tension, until I was compressed into the mattress and totally incapable of thrusting upward with my hips. 'That's so much better, Philip. As a reward, do you want to penetrate me, now?' 'Oh, yes please.' She squatted over my prick and then slowly - oh so slowly - lowered herself down on me. She was right though; without the strap across my hips, I'd have been violently thrusting into her, and probably have ejaculated in the time it took her to slide all the way down my shaft. 'Was that good, Philip?' 'Oh, God! Yes!' Then she was pulling herself off my shaft until it was almost popping out, then sliding slowly down again. 'That's enough of that, for the time being,' she said. 'Oh God!' I muttered. I'd been on the point of coming, and she'd noticed. *** It was half-past nine by the alarm clock on the bedside table before I was allowed to have my first orgasm. She'd had wave after wave of massive orgasms whilst I'd watched, moaning in frustration. I had beseeched her and implored her to make me come, and finally, she said that I might be permitted to orgasm, provided that I begged to drink my semen afterwards. I'd have been no good in the torture chamber. I simply said, 'Alice, please, please, please, I'll do it.' 'You've got to use the right words,' she teased. 'Repeat after me - I want to swallow gobfulls of semen.' 'I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said. And, during my most tremendous orgasm ever, I'd squirted gallons of semen deep inside her cunt. Then, she'd knelt astride my face, parted her pussy lips, and let the semen dribble down into my open mouth. Drinking my own cum took a bit of getting used to, but I was so relieved after my sexual frustration that I was more than pleased to keep my side of the bargain. I was allowed two more orgasms over the course of the evening, but Alice said the last one, at just after eleven, barely produced enough semen to wet my tongue, so it was hardly worth letting me orgasm any more. Obviously, she continued to enjoy herself right up until one minute to midnight, whereupon she said, 'Right, it's time to call a halt now.' She looked at me, and said, 'Well Philip. Have you enjoyed tonight?' I could taste the semen in my mouth and feel it caked all over my face, where it had dried, after dribbling out of her pussy. She'd made me eat pussy and lick arse - and every other part of her anatomy, for that matter. And I'd had three orgasms to her twenty-three. Without any hesitation I said, quite truthfully, 'That is the best night of sex I have ever had in my life.' 'So you won't forget our seven-day relationship,' she said. 'I won't forget,' I said. 'I know that,' she said, holding something else she'd produced from her suitcase - it looked a bit like a G-string. 'I want you to wear this all week, just so that you don't forget. Let's slip it onto you.' That sounded weird, but then, I'd come to realise that Alice was a bit weird. 'If I wear a G-string,' I said, 'I really don't think that drop- dead gorgeous woman you talked about would get beyond removing my trousers. 'I know she won't,' she said. 'If she did, I'd sue the manufacturers.' 'Manufacturers?' I asked. Whilst she fiddled with the G-string around my genitals, she was squatting across my chest affording me an incredible view up her pussy - a view I'd seen many times that evening. I was surprised at the cold touch of metal on my penis. 'Is that a metal G- string you have?' Only then did I catch on. 'It's a chastity belt, isn't it? You can't do that!' 'Actually, Philip,' she said, 'I can, and what's more, I'm doing it.' I heard a ratchet clicking as I felt metal parts sliding into place around my scrotum, and something fastened around the base of my shaft, beneath the testicles. Incredibly, I found the effect arousing. I could feel myself getting hard again. 'You won't be needing that naughty erection for a week, ' she said, 'Let's just get rid of it,' and she gave my cock a massive slap, which caused me to scream, and it to instantly subside. Then the poor thing was being squeezed downwards, between my legs, and I could hear another ratchet click into place. 'There,' she said. 'All done. Now let's release you from your bonds, and you can go home, safe in the knowledge that you will be faithful to me for a whole week. 'Alice,' I said as sternly as I could. 'This could be dangerous. Give me the key.' 'It's not at all dangerous,' she said. 'The G-Belt is the finest chastity belt made in the world, and it's perfectly safe. In any case, it doesn't have a key. It's electronic and it has voice recognition combined with time lock security. I've set it so that it's totally switched off for the next six days and twenty hours - about one minute past eight, next Monday. If you're here then, I can say the magic words to make it release.' She freed my arms and legs from their bindings, and then released the tension on the belt across my waist. 'The strings on the bikini are not essential to keep it secured,' she said, 'but you'll find it more comfortable if you tie them to keep the G-Belt firmly against your body. It will hurt quite a bit?' She was cut off at the sound of my screaming as I gave the G-Belt a tentative tug to remove it. 'As I was saying,' she said, 'it will hurt quite a bit if you try to remove it, but if you keep the G-Belt against your groin at all times it will be perfectly comfortable. Obviously, you'll have to sit down to urinate; take at least two baths a day - not showers; and I'll see you just before seven next Monday. 'Now get dressed and piss off, or next week I might forget the magic words to release your G-Belt.' And she went into the bathroom and shut the door. *** 'Unlike most other chastity belts on the market, which appear to make the genitals look larger than they actually are,' the advertising blurb said, 'G-Belt makes them completely disappear. Voice-recognition, time- locked security, combined with anti-tamper stun electrodes, designed to deliver increasingly powerful electric shocks to the scrotum - from mild to severe - make this the most secure chastity belt on the market. Undetectable under a bikini bottom, this product is ideal for cross dressers.' It was the next day, and I was that dresser who was exceedingly cross, as I read on the internet about the details of the device covering my genitals. Unfortunately, the general opinion of reviewers seemed to be that it was impossible to break out of. Presumably, the excruciatingly painful lesson I'd received last night as I'd tried pulling off the G- Belt had been a *mild* electric stun. I couldn't imagine what a severe stun would be like, and I certainly had no intention of trying to find out. 'You don't realise until you've experienced the G-Belt,' one reviewer stated, 'that most male chastity belts require the continual consent of the wearer. No one in their right mind would use tiny padlocks to secure the Crown Jewels, yet that is exactly the position that many chastity belts presume to do. A pair of bolt-cutters available from any hardware store would make short work of ending the enforced period of chastity. Enter the G-Belt. With its armour steel plate totally encasing the genitals and sophisticated locking mechanism, there is simply no way of removing the device before the time out period had expired and the right words repeated by the original speaker. Unless, of course, you can get someone to administer an anaesthetic, to overcome the pain of the electric stun anti-tamper system, and then use an angle-grinder to carefully cut away the armour steel of the outer plate - taking care of course, not to accidentally cut off the genitals at the same time!' I had to face it: like it or lump it, I was stuck in the G-Belt for a week. It wasn't even as though I was likely to meet that drop-dead gorgeous woman who demanded sex with me. But something I was already missing was the relief of tension following a swift hand job - a thing I invariably did when I woke up in the morning. I glanced at my watch, and realised with horror I'd only been in the device for eleven hours. I had another 157 hours to go. I'd surely be screaming up the wall, by then. And I'd also have to cancel my appointment with Marion! Now, when I'd given my assurance to Alice that I was prepared to be faithful for seven days, I had not even considered Marion. After all, there was no love between us - it was simply an arrangement which suited us both. I guess I had better explain about Marion. When I'd first moved to Seacombe, I had taken to going to Fryer Tuck's fish and chip shop once or twice a week. After Bill Tuck, the owner, had seen me a few times, and realised I wasn't a visitor but a local, we had got to chatting whilst waiting for the fish to fry - just the usual bloke stuff. But when it got to the bit about whether I was living with anyone, and I confessed that since the divorce, I'd been rather lacking in that area, Bill suggested I ask Maid Marion out for a meal. Maid Marion was the incredibly plump, middle-aged waitress in the associated fish restaurant - and her name really was Marion. She loved going out for nice meals, he had said, and always insisted on paying her way, but didn't have much money. Nod-nod-wink-wink. I said right at the start of this tale that I love big women, but Marion was positively obese. On the other hand, I too enjoyed a nice meal, and to finish that with a guaranteed fuck seemed a pretty good deal. So, I asked her out. She told me she only had one night free (it appeared that her insistence on paying her way for her food made her a popular woman), which was Thursday. Every Thursday since, Marion and I have gone to one of the local restaurants and then had a nice fuck afterwards. No wonder Fryer Tuck's fish restaurant was colloquially known to the locals as Try-a Fuck! So, when I went for my usual fish and chip takeaway on Wednesday lunchtime, I had to tell Marion I wouldn't be able to make it that Thursday. 'Oh, she said. 'I was looking forward to it. Is there anything wrong?' Her bosom heaved, and under the incredible withdrawal symptoms I was by then suffering, I suddenly thought she could almost be that drop-dead gorgeous babe, who Alice had talked about. But then so would a female dog, I thought. On Thursday, I realised the only way I was going to get through the week without imploding was not to look at any women, at all. I kept the TV turned off, and I went around the shops late at night when only sad people like me were around. By Sunday, I'd have given every penny I possessed in the world for just one, swift wank. All day Monday, I hung around the Palace Hotel, counting down the hours and minutes until the coach arrived. I walked up and down outside, looking at every woman I saw and wondering if I was about to faint, so beautiful were they. Six-thirty came and went; then six-forty-five; then seven. She wasn't going to show! I could feel tears pricking my eyes. I was going to cry. I couldn't go any longer without relief. Then a coach came around the corner, pulled up in front of the hotel, and all the pensioners on it stood up and started to disembark. Even the eighty-year old females on the coach, I thought, looked attractive. Then Alice stood up inside the coach, and our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. *** It was five to eight when I went up to Alice's room and pushed on the door. The Do Not Disturb sign she'd used to wedge the door to prevent it from properly closing dropped to the floor and, as instructed, I picked it up and hung it on the outside of the door. She had already attached the restraints to the bed. I took off my clothes, put them over a chair and lay naked on the bed, slipping my feet into the nooses at the bottom of the bed and tugging them tight. Then I fastened the strap across my hips, and winched that until it was as tight as I could make it. Finally, I adjusted the size of the nooses at the top of the bed, and then secured first my left wrist, and then my right, and tugged both nooses tight. I was spread-eagled exactly as Alice had instructed, downstairs. The bedside clock had been knocked over, and I couldn't see it, but outside, I heard the town hall clock strike eight. I had one minute to go. An age went by. Then another. It felt like I had been waiting for a month - or a year. A century passed. Then I heard the clock strike a quarter past the hour. Eight-fifteen! Where was she? She said she'd only be a few minutes behind me - just sufficient time in which to obey her orders. A millennium passed, and then the clock was striking half past. Finally, after another hundred years, Alice came into the room. 'Sorry I'm a little late,' she said. (A *little* late! She was a thousand years late.) 'I got accosted by a couple of old dears and I had to sort out a problem for them.' 'That's OK, Alice,' I said. 'But please, do you think you can release me from the G-Belt.' 'Oh, of course. I'd forgotten all about that. I bet you thought I wasn't coming. Now then, what *were* the magic words I was supposed to remember?' She laughed at the expression on my face. 'Oh dear, you are frustrated, aren't you. I think I'd better stop teasing you.' She bent over and put her mouth right in front of my groin and said, 'Open Sesame.' I heard a tiny click. She put her hands to the G-Belt and the thing simply fell apart. I could feel cool air on my prick. Bliss! 'My, I think your balls have grown tremendously since last week. They must be so full of semen, I bet you can't wait to drink it.' 'Oh God, yes please, Alice. I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said, reciting the words I'd been practising all week. 'Oh, not yet, my love. I think I'd better take off my clothes, first.' Unlike the previous week, she spent an age stripping off, teasing me as every item slipped off her. The town hall clock was striking nine before she was climbing on top of me. She kissed my balls, then nibbled her way up the shaft. 'Alice, please, please, please, I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said. 'Quickly!' 'There's something we have to agree first.' 'What?' Hell, this was no time for playing games. I was so desperate. I had to? She sucked my left testicle into her mouth and ran her tongue around it, before releasing it and saying, 'You know I said I don't believe in one- night-stands.' I couldn't understand her point. 'Well, this isn't a one-night-stand. We've had a relationship for one week.' She did the same with my right testicle, then, 'Yes. But shall we have a relationship for another week?' 'Well, why not?' The impact of what she was saying suddenly sank in. 'You mean, with me wearing the G-Belt for another week?' 'Of course.' She opened her mouth wide and went down on my cock. Further and further she went down on it, until I thought I'd see my prick come out of the back of her head. I could feel that at any second I was about to orgasm - but she had withdrawn her mouth, and was licking her lips. 'Mmm, your pre-cum is very tasty.' 'But I thought that now I've proved that I am faithful?' A long lick of my cock, this time. 'You've proved nothing, my darling, only that when you wear my chastity belt, you don't have sex.' 'But I can't? I simply can't?' Her tongue tickled the very edge of my glans. 'I'm not going to force you into a relationship if you don't want to do it. I'll get dressed, then I'll release you and you can go home.' 'But I want to swallow gobfulls of semen,' I said. 'Please.' 'Then you've *got* to agree to our relationship lasting another seven days.' What could I do? I was so desperate for sex I was weeping. I had to have it. 'OK,' I said. 'OK, what?' 'OK. Let's make our relationship last another seven days.' 'Oh, yes!' she said. *** That became the pattern of our lives for the next four weeks - seven days of increasing frustration, followed by a few hours of incredible sex. Many times, I'd reasoned that I simply had to say 'No,' to Alice's offer, in order to go back to my normal once-a-week-sex with Marion, with lots of wanking in-between. But after a week's abstinence, refusing the best sex I'd ever had in my life was always too much. I even had an idea that if I could get Marion to book into a room at the Palace on Monday evening, I could walk away from Alice and go straight to Marion's room and fuck her. But when I saw Marion the next time I went to the chip shop, she said she was no longer available to go out for meals with me; she'd found something else to occupy her Thursday slot - or did she say occupy her slot on Thursday? Hell, the jealousy I experienced over that was sufficient to drive me up the wall. Losing Marion was the symbol of defeat in my relationship with Alice. I now had no alternative but to obey her commands, in return for those few hours of pleasure every week. The week before Christmas, she told me that she'd not be there on Christmas Day, and that we would therefore have to have a fourteen-day relationship. I knew it was so inevitable that I could only say, 'Yes Alice,' to her statement. Fortunately, I had got better at going without sex. I found the technique of not watching TV or looking at magazines, or going out onto the streets when pretty young women were likely to be walking about, helped tremendously. Gradually, I got into the habit of thinking that sex was only associated with Alice, and after that, I found things slightly easier. Lots of people got excited about Christmas Day, but for me, it was New Year's Day - the day when Alice was returning to Seacombe - that was important. I waited and waited, and finally New Year's Day arrived. When she telephoned me in the afternoon, I knew it would be to tell me she had arrived at the hotel early, and that I could go around there straightaway. I was hardly listening to her, as I wondered where I'd left my house keys, and whether I should delay things by putting on a coat against the freezing weather outside. 'Sorry, Philip. I shan't be coming to the Palace, tonight.' 'You're there already, I take it?' 'No. I'm still in London. Someone else is doing the New Year trip through Seacombe.' 'What? You *can't* still be in London. We're meeting in only four hours, fifty-two minutes and twenty-eight seconds. You won't get here in time.' 'Philip, I've told you. I won't be there tonight.' 'But what about our relationship?' 'I'll be in Seacombe on Thursday evening. We'll simply extend our relationship until then.' 'Thursday? But?' 'I won't be at the Palace, I'm afraid. I'm not certain at this stage where I will be staying, but I'll let you know. And don't worry about the G-Belt. There's no risk of it accidentally coming undone, just because the time out has been exceeded. Our relationship is safe. Bye.' And I was listening to dial tone. I did cry then. I'd now been without sex for thirteen days, nineteen hours, eight minutes and - I checked my watch - fifteen seconds. I couldn't cope. I had to have sex - but I knew I could not. *** Alice rang next day! My heart lifted to the clouds. Even when she said she wouldn't be arriving in Seacombe until Thursday, I didn't feel too bad. I knew I could cope with that - after all, hadn't I already coped with fourteen days, seventeen hours, four minutes and fifty-eight seconds? I could do it. 'It's not a pensioners' trip, this time,' she told me. 'The tour company is being paid by a charity for abused women to bring some of their clients away for a holiday by the sea.' 'That's nice,' I said. 'Did you say you weren't going to be staying at the Palace?' 'No,' she said. 'We're staying at the Dove, in Victoria St at the back of town. Get there for seven, as usual.' It wasn't a hotel I was familiar with. 'The Dove? I know Victoria St, but I can't place that hotel.' 'It's not a hotel,' she said. 'It's a hostel for abused women. They have to keep quiet about its location, otherwise they would get lots of violent husbands and boyfriends hanging around. Which is where the problem comes in.' I was suddenly alert. A problem. Would this prevent me having sex with Alice? 'What problem?' My voice wavered as I asked the question; it was all I could do to prevent myself from crying again. Alice laughed at the sound of my voice. 'No problem that we can't surmount in order to be together,' she said, and I gasped with relief. 'The problem is,' she said, 'that the hostel is not like a normal hotel - it's secure, so that abusive males can't get inside. Members of the public are simply not allowed.' 'Well what shall we do?' I asked, my voice rising towards tears, again. 'It's alright,' Alice said. 'I've managed to borrow a courier's uniform and I'll pop it in the post to you. You can dress up like a courier, and when you arrive at the hostel simply say that you're with me, and they'll let you in.' 'Oh God! That's clever,' I said, relief flooding though me again. 'You may have to go through the motions of helping me, a bit,' she continued. 'So you'll need to pretend to be a real courier. You can do that, can't you?' 'Oh, yes, yes! No problem,' I said. 'Fantastic!' she said. And she rang off. *** The huge box from Alice arrived on Wednesday morning. I carefully slit through the parcel tape so I could hinge open the top. On top of the bright-red suit were two company shirts, with a little motif on the pockets. I was rather surprised that they appeared little different from the blouses that Alice normally wore - I'd assumed they would be of a thicker material, and of a more manly style. Indeed, even the jacket seemed similar to Alice's jacket, which surprised me even more. Surely, I thought, the guys would kick up rough about having to wear a jacket with a decidedly feminine cut. But it was when I came to the next garment that I realised Alice had made a terrible mistake. For it wasn't a pair of trousers beneath the jacket, but a skirt, just the same as Alice's, only of a larger size. In her haste to purloin a company suit for me, she had accidentally picked up a woman's suit! Damn! Damn! Damn! I turned back to the box - as yet, I had hardly got halfway down the contents. Please let there be a male uniform underneath, I thought. Underneath where the skirt had been laying was a pink envelope with Alice's writing on it. I ripped it open. 'My Darling Philip 'I realised as soon as I put the phone down today that I hadn't properly explained that since only women are allowed into the hostel for abused women, you would have to dress up as a female courier. 'I know this is asking an awful lot of you, and if you don't want to go through with it, then I will perfectly understand. I'm told that my weekly trips to the Palace will probably restart sometime in the Spring, so we can get together again then. But I enjoy such wonderful sex with you that I really hope you'll be prepared to go through a little potential embarrassment in order to be with me on Thursday evening. 'I'm quite certain you can pull off being a woman, provided you prepare properly, which means starting now. I've included a Bustlet in the package, which will give you some wonderfully realistic false breasts; also a wig and lots of make-up, and I've included instructions on how to apply it. There are also some voice-changer pills that I managed to get hold of, which will help you speak like a woman. You'll need to practice really hard at that for the next two days. Finally, since nails are so difficult to get right, I've asked Doreen, the woman who does mine when I'm in Seacombe to visit you Thursday afternoon at four. 'The good news is that I shall be there for two nights!!! Make certain you're available all day Friday as well! 'I do so hope you'll want to drink semen - I'm aching for you! But if you decide you prefer to wait until we can meet as man and woman, I will understand, and I know I can trust you to be chaste. 'Lots and lots of love 'Alice.' I was screaming for sex. I had to have it. I wasn't even certain I could last out until Thursday evening, without my mind exploding in agony. I just couldn't even contemplate waiting until 'sometime in the Spring'. If Alice had said I had to cut off my right arm, I'd be reaching for the knife. So putting on a dress seemed so trivial in comparison. Within seconds, I was eagerly pulling out all the contents of the box so I could make a start. *** Thirty-two hours, fifty minutes and ten seconds later, I was tripping along Victoria St towards the Dove hostel, my heels making a clicking sound as I walked. I'd spent quite a lot of time at home practising walking in my three-inch heels, and by now I was fairly confident I wouldn't tumble over. What was disconcerting though was that most of my practising had been before I had put on my Bustlet. I now had a massive pair of jugs, which not only upset my balance, but also joggled and quivered with every step. Obviously Alice had little experience of choosing bras for larger women, and although she had my cup size more or less right, my flimsy bra did little more than prevent the nipples of the Bustlet showing through the front of my blouse. It did nothing to stop them wobbling with every move I made. I'd already had several leers from males as we had passed in the street, which were quite disconcerting. I'd always assumed it must be great as a woman to be openly admired by the opposite sex, something that rarely happened to us males, but the reverse was true. I kept imagining that men might stop me and grab my tits, and perhaps pull me into a quiet alleyway and try have sex me. The image was made all the more real because that is exactly what I fantasised about when I passed such a well-built woman. The main advantage of having such large tits wobbling about on your chest - and this was obviously why Alice had chosen them - is that there was absolutely no possibility that anyone could imagine I was a man. It had been impossible to button up the jacket or blouse as far as I'd liked, so I was exposing a daring amount of cleavage. The skin-coloured Bustlet started just beneath the chin, so the join could be concealed with make-up, and it covered my Adam's apple and the sore neck I often had after shaving. A medium length pageboy wig obscured the join at the rear. Whilst my face may not have had many female qualities two days ago, I had practised applying make-up obsessively since receiving the package, and had carefully read all the books on the subject which Alice had thoughtfully included. I had used hair remover on my legs, and they now looked fantastic in the sexy, seamed, red stockings, especially with my feet arched up in the high heels. 'I think you'll need to wear a corset in order to squeeze into the skirt,' Alice had scribbled on a note attached to it. She was right, of course, and whilst I'd always assumed from the fuss women made over corsets that they must be hell to put on and wear, in fact this was really quite comfortable. OK, I wasn't tight-lacing my waist into an impossible constriction, but simply giving it an incredibly pleasing shape - pleasing to both myself and the men who ogled my every move. In fact, as I walked a little further and got more used to the leering looks, I had to admit - it felt pretty good. But the piece de resistance were my nails. Doreen had done a fantastic job on them and now I had fangs that made me feel so erotic I was almost wetting myself. From outside, The Dove looked simply like a large house - probably turned into flats, judging by the door-entry system, with just a little sign declaring its name in small print next to the gate. I tapped in the code which Alice had given me, and waited for a response. 'Who is it?' a badly distorted woman's voice screeched from the speaker. 'It's Philippa,' I said, the name that Alice had suggested. 'I'm the new rep from Econotravel.' There was no buzzing sound as the door lock was released, so I stood there like a lemon for a few minutes, hoping that someone would eventually come to let me in. Eventually, the door opened and a plump woman in a green, polyester dress appeared it. 'Come in,' she said, and added, 'Alice is upstairs, and she said you're to go straight up.' 'Right,' I said, my heart lifting with a lurch. Was it possible that we'd have time for a quick bonk before meeting up with her group. Of course not, I thought; Alice hated five-minute sex. Still, judging from previous experience, we were now only fifty-six minutes and twelve seconds away from the start of our session. I dared not calculate how long it would before I was allowed to orgasm. 'Philip?' the woman said. My heart leapt into my mouth, whilst my stomach simultaneously descended into my bowels. My gaze returned to the woman. 'Philip, it's me, Marion. What are you doing here, dressed up like this?' I stared at her, aghast. I hadn't recognised her in the green overall! She wore a black, waitress dress for work and had a fairly limited collection of flowery dresses to go out with her gentlemen friends. Denial was useless. She was staring straight at me. 'Hi Marion. I didn't expect to see you here.' She smiled. 'Obviously not. I started working here to pull in a bit more cash when you said you didn't want to go out with me any more on Thursdays.' Another stare at my attire. 'I suppose that Alice has put you up to this dressing-up so she can smuggle you into this all-female hostel. I heard about some of the antics she's got up to before.' 'Antics?' I asked. 'Oh, never mind. It certainly explains why you stopped seeing me on Thursdays. Alice is so slim and beautiful.' 'But you're beautiful in a different way, Marion. It's just that I got kind of tied up with Alice and now we're an item.' Marion shrugged. 'You'd better go up and see her.' At least she hadn't denounced me, I thought, as many other jilted lovers easily would have done. 'Thanks,' I said, and stepped passed her into a hallway, and started climbing the stairs. 'Hi Philippa,' said the familiar voice from above me. My heart lurched upwards. 'Hi Alice,' I said. 'It's absolutely great...' 'Schhh,' she said, and motioned with her forefinger against her lips. 'There are too many listening ears in this place. Let's go downstairs to the lounge and I can introduce you to the girls.' I followed her back downstairs, and towards the rear of the building. 'I hope you don't mind,' Alice said, 'but to make your part more realistic, you're going to have to come with us on the coach this evening, and play the part of a courier.' 'On a coach?' I gawped. 'I'm not certain I can do that.' 'Well, unless you want to go straight home, you'll damn well have to,' Alice said. 'This lot are pretty difficult to manage on my own, and it would look downright suspicious if you didn't help out.' She marched into the lounge, and as I followed her in, she announced in her foghorn voice, 'Hi everybody. I want you to meet our new courier, Philippa.' Twenty pairs of eyes focussed on me! Gulp! 'Hi, everyone,' I said, with a timid smile. 'Hi Philippa,' several replied, and they even returned my friendly smile. That's when I noticed. All winter, ever since meeting Alice in November and having my chastity strictly enforced, I had studiously avoided being in the company of beautiful women for fear I might implode. Especially, I had avoided anywhere where I might meet beautiful, scantily-dressed women. Yet surrounding me in that lounge were twenty of the most gorgeous women you could ever wish to set eyes on, all dressed in clubbing gear designed to expose every inch of flesh to maximum advantage. They had on high-heels and short skirts, or long skirts with slits all the way up the sides. Their cleavage plunged to the waist exposing deep valleys, or scooped down to just above nipple line, revealing quivering jellies. They wore their hair long and blond, or dark and tousled with that 'just-been-shagged' look. Two of them, I suddenly noticed with a lurch, had pulled down the halter tops of their dresses and were standing looking in a mirror, comparing the size and shape of their pert breasts. I think Alice realised I was going to cry, because she suddenly bellowed out, 'OK, everyone. The coach is waiting outside, and the driver is ready and waiting to take us - to the restaurant, that is, and we've been asked by the company not to interfere with the driver whilst the coach is moving, so you'd better get your hands on him now, whilst he's still fresh.' There was a scream from several of the girls, who went dashing out of the room, the others following at a more leisurely pace. 'Come on, you,' Alice said, taking me by the hand and pulling me in their wake. 'I can't spend all evening with these girls,' I whined. 'Well, you're going to have to,' Alice said. 'There's no way I'm going to cope with them, and if you're expecting a decent bonk tonight, you'll have to do your share. So, are you coming with us, or are you going home?' *** Afterwards, as I lay trussed spread-eagled on Alice's bed, and I felt the G-belt come off and my monster spring up as Alice used her tongue to maximum effect, the horrors of the evening diminished in my mind. Perhaps most men would not have described dinner with twenty, beautiful, half-naked women as a horror, especially when five of them decide upon an impromptu striptease. They probably wouldn't have minded having to wade in to break up a fight, after two girls decided they had fallen in love with the same barman. Nor would they have minded when one of them thrust her tongue into my ear and confessed she was a lesbian and has fallen in love with me. But for me, it was an even worst nightmare than what was to follow. Imagine, having all that happening to you, and not even able to get a hard-on! You've been denied sex for so long, you can barely remember what it was like, and your body is screaming for release. But you know that whatever you do, you will not be permitted sex until She is ready for it, and only if you obey Her words in every way. You can see, disobedience was not an option. So at the end of evening, as the coach was once again pulling up outside the Dove, Alice told me that I had to deal with the driver's tip. Like a fool, I'd said I hadn't any money on me, and she had laughed and told me not to be stupid and I was thinking of the wrong kind of tip. I simply had to practice with him the words I would say to her later on. 'Words?' I had asked. 'What words?' 'Your favourite words,' she had replied with a smirk. I knew I had no choice. So after all the other girls had left the coach, I went over to the driver and told him I wanted to drink gobfulls of his semen, and he had grinned at me as though Christmas had just come early. I went down on him, and made him come as quickly as possible, fully aware that the sooner I got it over with, the sooner I would be in bed with Alice. In fact, drinking his come was really no great shakes; it tasted no different from my own. OK, his cock looked pretty revolting but at that stage I couldn't really have cared a shit. Alice watched it all with a smile on her face, and when it was over, she had whispered that, since I had been so good, we could go to bed straightaway. Five minutes later, I was trussed up, and ten minutes after that, I was telling her I wanted to drink gobfulls of semen, and she was about to impale herself on my shaft. Knock-knock-knock. 'What's that?' I asked. 'Schhh,' she said, then raised her voice and asked, 'Who is it? What's the problem.' 'Alice, there's another fight downstairs,' a voice came through the door. 'You'll have to come.' 'Shit!' Alice said, whilst I think I just moaned. 'Be quiet!' Alice whispered at me. 'You're not supposed to be here.' 'I'm coming,' she said, getting out of bed and slipping on a dressing- gown. 'I'm not,' I sobbed. 'Oh for heavens sake,' she said. She picked up my knickers from the floor and stuffed them in my mouth. 'That should stop you whimpering,' she hissed. Then she picked up a quilt from the side of the bed and spread it right over me. 'Don't go away she said, as she went through the door. Fat chance, even if my arms and legs had not been tied, Alice was my only hope of a shag tonight. I just hoped the fight didn't go on too long. It was after the door to the corridor had swung closed on its spring and the background noise from outside the room had diminished, that I realised there was someone else in the room. With my head covered by the quilt, I couldn't see a thing but there was surely a soft padding of feet, and a clunk as something was moved on the dressing-table. 'Well I never,' said a voice I immediately recognised. 'Mmmmm,' I groaned through my gag. 'Oh, it's alright,' she said. 'I could see you were there straightaway by the tent pole holding up the quilt.' Then the quilt was being pulled off me and I was facing a green-overalled Marion. 'Well just look at what you and Alice get up to,' she said. 'Mmmmm.' Her gaze turned down at my raging hard-on. 'Well what a monster you become when you're tied up,' she said. 'Seems a shame to waste it when Alice may be gone for ages.' 'Mmmmm?' I looked up at her as a newly deceased might stare at St Peter. 'Mm-mm-mm?' A smile broke out on her face. 'Oh, alright then.' She slipped a hand in the pocket of her overall and withdrew a foil-wrapped condom. 'Always like to be prepared,' she said, and then she was slipping it onto my prick. 'I've never done it this way before,' she said, pulling up her overall and lifting one enormous thigh to straddle across my torso, 'but I'm always willing to give new ideas a try.' She knelt over my prick and wriggled forward until it was nudging at the entrance to the passage to heaven. 'Oh! That's nice,' she said, as she lowered herself onto me, a statement with which I agreed one million, billion times, but which I could only respond by saying 'Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.' 'That is nice,' she repeated. 'I think I might try it this way again.' She started to work herself against me. 'Oh yes,' she grunted, going faster and faster. 'I think I'm going to come.' That was alright because SO WAS I. 'Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm!!!!' There must have been thirty gallons of semen forcing inside her cunt, but then she had a huge cunt, and she hardly seemed to notice the difference. And there was never any after-play with Marion. She was immediately standing up and pulling down her uniform, and then squeezing the last pint of semen out of my prick as she pulled off the condom. 'Now, a special treat for you for giving me such a nice little trick,' she said. 'Mmmmm?' Treat? I'd just had the best treat anyone could ever give me. 'I'd better take your gag out.' My gag out? Yes, of course. Then I could tell her to untie my hands, and I could leave the room with her, and without wearing my G-Belt. I could go back to taking her out for a meal and a shag once a week, and I could have a wank every day and life would be wonderful once more. She wriggled my knickers out of my mouth and as I was experimentally opening and closing my mouth as a prelude to telling her everything, she held the condom over my mouth and pulled it between closed finger and thumb in order to squeeze out all the semen, which dribbled into my mouth. 'No, Marion... Ugh!' 'There! I heard you telling Alice you liked gobfulls of semen. I'd better put these knickers back in so Alice doesn't realise you've been having a little nibble on the side.' And before I could talk she was stuffing the knickers back into my mouth. I had to swallow my semen in one go, otherwise I'd have choked on it. 'I'd better go,' she said, throwing the quilt over the top of me, and which promptly slid off. 'Bye.' And she was out of the door, letting it close behind on. I didn't know whether to cheer that at last I'd had an orgasm, or cry that I had been so close to freedom. I didn't have much time to do either, because the door opened again almost immediately. 'Oh, thank God I was able to sort that lot out without too much trouble. Hello? What's happened to your hard-on? You haven't gone to sleep on me, have you?' She came to the head of the bed and I was staring into Alice's very angry face. She ripped the knickers out of my mouth. Good job I didn't have false teeth. 'You've got semen on your face. How did that get there?' 'It must be what was left over after servicing the driver.' 'Don't be stupid. You took him inside your mouth. There wasn't anything on your face. You're lying. Now tell me the truth.' 'OK, OK. It's just that I've been so long without having sex with you. I simply thought of you and I came, just like that. The semen shot up in the air and landed on my face.' 'That sounds a load of cock and bull as well, but as I can't see what else might have happened I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Still, I'm not going to get any pleasure out of that tonight, am I?' She nodded down towards my shrivelled up prick, which plainly felt it had done enough for the evening. 'Sorry Alice.' 'You will be.' She picked up the G-Belt and started fitting it around my balls. 'If I hadn't already got this set up for tomorrow afternoon, I'd set it for six months ahead, just to teach you not to have an orgasm without my permission. However, as it is, we can have another go tomorrow, provided you return here at eight tomorrow morning, in your uniform, and take the girls out all day. They're doing a sightseeing tour in the morning, and that's followed by a visit to a vineyard for lunch. I have other things to do tomorrow, so you'll have to manage on your own.' 'But Alice...' 'Don't you even dare to "But Alice" me, or else I'll forget the words to unlock your G-Belt forever.' 'No Alice. I'll be there at eight am.' 'In your uniform.' 'In my uniform.' *** The outings that next day were nothing like the nightmare the previous evening's had been. Indeed, that quick bonk with Marion put everything into a totally different light, and taking out a group of beautiful women became a pleasure once more, made even more pleasurable because I knew I was going to have a long, slow shag with Alice that afternoon. I won't say the time flew by, but when everyone got plastered at the vineyard, and some of the girls decided to do another striptease, I was not at all keen to stop them until the manager said he would call the police, and I could suddenly see my afternoon's bonking under threat. Anyway, I managed to pacify him and we all got back to the Dove more or less in one piece. *** 'It's time to come out to play,' Alice said to my G-Belt. Over the weeks of our relationship, I had never had any chance of guessing what magic words would be necessary to release me from the G- Belt, apart perhaps from the very first, "Open Sesame" which I should probably have guessed. I wasn't even certain how Alice recorded the words into the belt, because I never heard her muttering into it as she secured me into it. Presumably, even if I had known the words, I'd still have had to have mimicked Alice's rather high-pitched voice in order to unlock the device. And since the whole thing was inactive until the time-lock enabled it, I couldn't even try to talk my way out until it was time to meet up with her. 'It's time to come out to play,' she repeated. That was unusual. Normally, you could hear a click, and then the whole thing was falling off. This time, it remained ominously silent. 'Are you sure you've got the right words?' I asked her. 'Don't be stupid. Of course I've got the right words,' she said. Nevertheless, she got up and went over to her laptop and checked a file. 'That's strange,' she said, 'I can't even get into the security file. You haven't been messing with this laptop, have you?' she asked. 'If so, you may have locked yourself into your G-Belt forever.' 'Of course I haven't been messing with it. Look, surely you simply recorded a different phrase from the one you think you did. Can't you try something else?' What really worried me was that Alice did as I suggested. I'd never known her take any notice of me before, and now she was doing as I bid. She tried every pass phrase she had ever used, and many that she hadn't, and still the thing remained locked. It had crossed my mind that she might be winding me up, just as a tease, but her reactions now were totally out of character, as though the failure of the G-Belt to open had totally thrown her. 'Look, perhaps I simply put in the wrong month,' she suggested in the end. 'I'll try to fix it so that I'm back here on the same day next month, and we can try the same passwords again and see if they work.' 'But I can't go a month without sex,' I uttered. 'It's simply too...' 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She wrinkled her nose, and I thought how attractive she looked and how bloody stupid I was to get involved with Alice in the first place. ' "Not sexually available." Does that mean you've got your G-Belt on?' I nodded. 'And Alice can't or won't take it off?' I nodded again. She held up a little pink cylinder, about one centimetre diameter and one centimetre long. 'Do you know what this is?' 'Afraid not. Now, I'd better be getting along...' 'It's the security pod from a G-Belt.' I stopped in my actions and stared at it. 'Oh!' 'It's got all the electronic gubbins inside, and you can see, it's totally encased in plastic so it doesn't matter if you piss on it or dunk it in the bath.' She squeezed one end with her thumb to show it was spring-loaded. 'When it's unlocked, this bit springs out and lifts the ratchet in the G-Belt so you can take it off. Do you see these two electrodes on the end?' I nodded. 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The morning had passed quietly and quickly at the Pink Lady Boutique and that suited Alice Parks just fine. The twenty-one-year-old had spent so much time the previous week concentrating on finals that she had fallen behind on her responsibilities at the store. With classes having ended the day before, Alice was grateful for the chance to catch up. Standing high on a ladder as she put away some boxes that had been delivered earlier, Alice didn’t react when she heard the chimes that rang when...

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Alice in Winter Wonderland

“We’ll get through this, Al.”Alice and her sister stared at a three-by-three grid of monitors pinned to the Aspen Orthopedics exam room wall.“If I can’t ski, I may as well be dead.”X-rays glowed on the displays showing various angles of the broken bones. A nurse in aquamarine scrubs nervously flanked the doctor holding a metallic iPad as they entered the room.If the doctor was tense, he didn’t immediately show it as he addressed the women. “Morning, Alice. Rebecca.”Doctor Reid took a seat on a...

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Alice in Wondeland Takes a Turn

Alice, clad in a pink bra and matching pink panties, sat on the lawn interweaving her silken combed locks into a thick long plait. No sooner had she finished braiding her hair, then a high-pitched voice from nearby started her. ‘Drat! Damn! Fuck a duck! She’ll kill me if I’m late!!’ the voice was saying in a very excited tone. Alice jumped up and looked over the hedge to see the speaker. To her astonishment, it belonged to a rather large, white rabbit. Not an ordinary rabbit by any means....

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Alice in Wondeland Takes a Turn

Alice, clad in a pink bra and matching pink panties, sat on the lawn interweaving her silken combed locks into a thick long plait. No sooner had she finished braiding her hair, then a high-pitched voice from nearby started her."Drat! Damn! Fuck a duck! She'll kill me if I'm late!!" the voice was saying in a very excited tone.Alice jumped up and looked over the hedge to see the speaker. To her astonishment, it belonged to a rather large, white rabbit. Not an ordinary rabbit by any means. This...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 6

Green Leaf spent the whole following day talking to Moon Glow and Gentle Rain about her experience the night before. She had never before had a real orgasm and didn't know that she even could have one. She was not bragging to her co-wives, she was just marveling at the fact that it had happened to her. She was now convinced that I was truly favored by the gods. I had to admit to Alice that all of this praise was making both my heads swell, but I was worried that I would not be able to live...

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Alice Amanda 4 Subbing Together

Alice & Amanda 4: Subbing Together by Alina AamuStorycodes: F/f+, bond, gags, cuffs, cons, XI felt a familiar shiver going trough my body as Amanda was checking that the ropes, buckles and cuffs were tightly, but comfortably securing my captivity. The shiver was familiar and Amanda was familiar, but almost nothing else about what was transpiring was.I was standing naked in the bathroom of our longtime friends, Jenny and Susan, a wealthy couple who had turned their mansion into the epicentre of...

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ALICE IN ZOMBIELAND

Hello my name is Lucky .Today I am going to share the story of princess Alice(15) . She lived in a place named Delhi . It’s a modern age story .She is an average good looking teen techanically(22-22-22). She belong to a political family .Along with father and mother she was having a younger brother.And she used to live like a princess.Everything was going good in their family their life was full of joy and happiness.Alice was also good in studies too. Alice’s story is also having megical...

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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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Alice in Acidland

This takes place in 1968 and is the story of Alice Trenton, and her trip through what some could call acidland. Alice stood about 5’9”, with blue eyes and medium length brown hair with red highlights. She had a slightly curvy body and wore a C-cup. She was an only child and had lost her mother a month before she met Lynda Wallace, who invited her to a pool party at the house of one of her Junior College teachers. Lynda acted like a talent scout of sorts and was always on the lookout for some...

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Alice Embarrassed in Wonderland

Eighteen year old Alice Liddell was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?” So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 9

My other two wives had their babies in the late fall, so the two boys kept them entertained over the winter. Man, here I was, a multiple father with a regular harem of loving wives! How lucky could I get? At first, I was somewhat pissed at the ETs for getting me into this situation, but no more! I had all the love and sex that I could handle, and I was the boss of a growing, happy community. With Alice to back me up, I couldn't screw up unless I tried real hard. Life was good! There were no...

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Alice Amanda 6 Birthday Girl

Alice & Amanda 6: Birthday Girl by Alina Aamustorycodes: F/f, bond, gags, rom, cons, XThe day had just begun and it was already very clear about what it would include a lot of. I was tightly fastened to the headboard of the bed and my legs were forced wide open with ropes secured to the posts at the foot of the bed. I was sitting up since my hands and torso was tied to the metal bars on the headboard.We were celebrating my birthday and the tradition was set in stone. It meant that Amanda would...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 11

The women were absolutely enthralled by the growing squash. They loved the idea of having the plants right where they could find them easily and not be in danger from wild animals while gathering the produce. I knew I had a winner when I got the women on my side—now the men would go along just to keep peace in the family. Next spring, I planned to have a full fledged garden in operation; I now knew that the women would support me. My next project was to get the kids interested in having some...

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Alices Wonderland

Follow me on instagram @raqm0900Dark Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, d**g, Toys, Transgendered, Transsexual, Transvestite, YoungIntroduction:Just a fictional Magical TransformationI had been coming to the cabin for years. It was off in the mountains of North Carolina, about five hours away from our home in Tennessee, and while not the greatest of accommodations, it was a retreat from our busy lives. Sometimes my wife would come with me, sometimes, I would get away to write,...

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Alice In Wonderland 8211 Part 2 Filling Up Cousin8217s Mouth With Cum

Hello everyone, this is Vipin and it is the second part of the incident on my adventures with my mallu cousin sister. I seduced my slutty cousin and the story continues. Alice was making out with me and suddenly, her mother called her from downstairs. I stopped fingering my cousin’s asshole and she moved out of bed. We were not able to finish each other off and was really sad about it. She responded to her mother. “I will come down now. Vipin is in the washroom and I was looking for my old book...

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Alice In Wonderland 8211 Part 1 Seduced Mallu Cousin Sister

Hello all, my name is Vipin and this is gonna be a story about a real-life incident that happened to me and my cousin sister during the covid lockdown days. This is my first story on this platform, it will be a bit lengthy, but it will be worth it. Let me describe myself, I am a 22-year-old typical Malayali boy with an average body, 5 ft 7 in height and a charming personality along with a 6-inch monster under my hood. So, coming to my story. My village is situated along the hilly areas of...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 7

I was embarrassed by Alice's description of "my" fight with the two fools who had tried to harm us. I was also amazed at my family's reaction to the whole thing: that was what they expected of me! Oh, they were suitably impressed with Alice's description of the fight (I think she cribbed a part of the story from Homer's battle between Achilles and Hector), but they were now used to my "miracles," so they expected nothing less. Shit! How was I going to live up to all that? Strong Arm...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 2

After supper that night, everybody, even the children, wanted to see me breathe smoke. I had already assured them that the smoke was not dangerous to them, it was just a sign of the god's favor to me. I probably laid it on a little too thick, but I gave a real performance lighting my cigarette and puffing as much smoke as I could manage. Anybody who happened to breathe in some of the smoke immediately started coughing. I made a point of how that proved that the gods had reserved the smoke...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 5

Now that they could see something useful come from the foundry and forge, there was more enthusiasm than ever before in helping me do things. The first thing I did to cash in on the new spirit of wonder was to make up some lance and spear points from bronze. The superiority of these over flint was easy to see, and everybody wanted one. Boar was becoming an accomplished blacksmith, and was turning out spear points at a goodly rate. In fact, we were about to run out of copper and tin, but our...

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Alice Amanda 2 Living Together

Alice & Amanda 2: Living Together by: Alina AamuEven the sound that the fabric of her dress made turned me on when I squeezed her closer to my naked body. I loved how she looked in the green summer dress that I had made her wear for today. I couldn't believe how much love and passion I felt towards this woman and it felt that no matter how tightly I hold her against my body, it could never be close enough. I even felt her underwear trough the dress and the sound of her heartbeat was the most...

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Alice In Wormland

Alice was beginning to get very tired of the lockdown, and of having nothing to do. Once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister had given her, but it had no pussies or cocks in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pussies or cocks?"So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of a masturbation session would be worth the trouble and sweat of strumming away for...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 8

Alice told me what really happened, and it quickly became apparent to me that we needed more firepower for people who had to leave the safety of the cave. There was a practical limit, around 6, to the number of atlatl spears one person could carry, so I had to come up with something more portable. It looked like our best bet was the crossbow. One person could carry 20-25 bolts, which seemed to be the number of arrows carried by the enemy archers. We could use either flint or bronze points...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 4

This was my first trip without Alice since I had met her, and I actually felt lonely. Hell, I needed to grow up and act like a man, there were a lot of people depending on me. I didn't dare screw up! We reached the place where there should be horses, and, sure enough, there they were. This was an area with lots of steep hills and many small caves; a few were ideal for shelter for a short time, though they were too small to be home for a large number of people. We set up shop in a convenient...

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Alice In WonderlandChapter 12

Whatever that grain was, it made a tasty bread! It tasted a bit like rye, but not completely. I guess it was something that went extinct, a real shame. Oh, well, we can enjoy it now. The women were all after me to grow a hell of a lot more next season; I hoped they realized that they were the ones who were going to have to reap it. The whole garden was a hit: the women liked the convenience and the men liked the produce. It looked like agriculture was a winner all around. We will need a lot...

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Alice Amanda 3 Mistress Amanda

I woke up to the distinct sound of handcuffs being clicked in place. It took me a moment to realize that they were my hands being firmly locked behind my back with expert handling, but the moment I realized it, a bolt of excitement shot trough my body. Today was my turn to be submissive to Amanda and I had been looking for this for quite some while. The last too times it was my turn to had to be postponed because the first time I was sick and then some uninvited guests showed up on our door. It...

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Alice in Nastyland

Alice awakes to the sound of chirping birds. This is a special day. It's her eighteenth birthday. She jumps out of bed in her white nightgown and walks over to her mirror. She smiles at the pretty woman she's grown up to be. She grabs her brush and begins to brush her long blonde hair. There is a rustle over from the side of the room. She turns to see if something is there. Nothing. As she continues combing her hair there is another noise. Again she looks. Again nothing. "Hmph," she thinks to...

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Andersonville 12 The Day Linda Anderson Came To Town

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...

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Alice The Dirty Whore Part 6

Alice the Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Synopsis: This is a fictional story of a sex addicted whore and her depraved sexual cravings. It covers most perversions. In this the sixth chapter Jack becomes Jackie, Alice starts a new carrier as a starlet and Josh makes a big discovery. (MF, M+F, MM, sissy, anal, prost, whore, cream-pie, ws, strap-on, Fdom) Chapter 6 Alice on the Silver ScreenAlice was dressed and ready for the car to pick her up at four and take her to the ladies outfitters and was...

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Alice The Dirty Whore Part 5

Alice the Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Synopsis: This is a fictional story of a sex addicted whore and her depraved sexual cravings. It covers most perversions. In this the fifth chapter Alice and Daisy take Jack to new depths of depravity and humiliation. And the couple get drawn into the clutches of an exclusive sex club for societies élite and most wealthy. (MF, M+F, MM, anal, prost, whore, cream-pie, ws, strap-on Fdom) Chapter 5 The Engagement PartyJosh was very pleased with himself as he...

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Alice and Sophia Meet Mrs Heaton

Alice and Sophia knew they were two very lucky girls. Both were twenty-six-years-old and rented a room and lived under the auspices of their two landladies. They both found adverts for single women, their mum's ages, who offered a maternal type arrangement. It turned out that both landladies, Loretta and Monika, enjoyed mothering girls they could treat as their daughters, and charged a lower rent as well. Alice and Sophia jumped at the chance, seeing many benefits to the arrangement.The...

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Alice The Dirty Whore part 3

Alice The Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Chapter Three “Alice The Slag Goes Back To Work”It was almost two months on from the night Jack brought Alice home and they got the all clear from the Doc. They were both very excited about Alice going back to work.The past seven weeks had been fun at times, getting to know each other as people and they had a lot of sex to try and sedate Alice’s almost uncontrollable needs.The more they got to know each other the more they realised just how sexually compatible...

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Alice The Dirty Whore Part 4

Alice The Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Synopsis: This is a fictional story of a sex addicted whore and her depraved sexual cravings. It covers most perversions. In this the fourth chapter Alice rediscovers big cock worship and is introduced to the strap-on. She also becomes the target of an underground extreme sex club. (MF, M+F, FF, Anal, prost, whore, cream-pie, ws, strap-on Fdom) Chapter 4 “Alice gets big dick fucked, again”Josh woke up on Monday morning and stretched his lean taught body....

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Alice the Dirty Whore

Alice the Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Chapter One “Alice the Gutter Whore”Alice couldn’t remember the moment she first started wanting, and lusting after physical contact with the opposite sex. But she figured that it was before she could walk. At just four years old and within her first week at school she was flashing her knickers in the playground for the price of an anissed ball. And for one more she would offer to pull them down. Her inquisitive sexual nature drove Alice to experiment with a...

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Alice and the Babies

author: PJThis all happened nearly forty years ago. You will understand that the facts and the more exciting scenes are burned into my memory. The conversations naturally are sometimes invented as the length of time has eroded them. Where they have been invented, they give the flavor of the time Sadly I lost Alice in the mid eighties, she developed breast cancer and they didn't catch it in time, the foul thing spread. Later I married Freda who was a widow by then. My two lovely daughters live...

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Alice and the Sherrif

I knew I was in trouble the minute the flashing lights showed up behind my car. I have two dui’s already and a third would be a disaster. Alice has been bitching about my drinking for almost a year. She says I’ve lost my sex drive and I’m no fun anymore. Let her do my job and see how much fun she has. Oh shit, it’s the county sherrif, Alex Cooper. He’s become a real bastard about dui’s since his wife was run down by a drunk. I watched Alex run the computer...

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Alice and Trixie Turn A Trick A Horny Honeymooners Story

“No I haven’t Ralph, where was it the last time that you saw it?” she answered. Ralph barged into the kitchen like a runaway elephant being chased by a mouse. He was a very portly man with black, slicked back hair and eyes that seemed to bug out of his round, fat face. His Loyal Order Of Raccoon Lodge jacket with its exaggerated epaulets strained against the buttons keeping it covering his large stomach. “I remember having it the night of the last lodge meeting but now I can’t...

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Alice and the Sherrif

by gonetopot I knew I was in trouble the minute the flashing lights showed up behind my car. I have two dui's already and a third would be a disaster. Alice has been bitching about my drinking for almost a year. She says I've lost my sex drive and I'm no fun anymore. Let her do my job and see how much fun she has. Oh shit, it's the county sherrif, Alex Cooper. He's become a real bastard about dui's since his wife was run down by a drunk. I watched Alex run the computer and then...

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Alicersquos New Friend

Alice’s New Friend Alice Johnson was what you would call normal, boringly normal. She was 28 years olds and her life had been mostly uneventful except for a few odd situations. She had never married, really never had a significant relationship. She felt lonely at times particularly after her mother died last year but was mostly satisfied with things. She worked for the past 4 years in Peter Johnson’s accounting firm as a bookkeeper. She enjoyed her work and the salary was enough to keep...

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Alice

Alice worked for the department store for several years. Recently she witnessed several changes. The corporate executives brought in new managers to increase sales. Mr. Jake Benton was assigned to the store where Alice worked. When Mr. Benton spoke to the group where Alice worked he stressed that there would be lay-offs and poor performance would be grounds for termination. Alice remembered how large Jake Benton looked. He was black, over six feet tall and appeared extremely muscular. He...

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Alice

AliceDDR - 1980Alice, eine wundersch?ne 22-j?hrige Frau, mit den Traumma?en 92 – 58 – 94 und h?ftlangem honigfarbenem Haar. Ihre gro?en, runden und vollen Br?ste wippen elastisch auf und ab, wenn sie grazil an einem vorbeischreitet. Ihre Haut ist leicht gebr?unt, ganz glatt und seidig weich. Mit ihren 1,84 m ist sie f?r eine Frau ?berdurchschnittlich gro?. Wenn man ihre Beine anschaut, kommt es einem vor, als w?rden sie nie enden, so lang sind sie. Mit ihrer Schuhgr??e 40 hat sie f?r ihre K?rpergr??e ehe...

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Alice the dirty whore part 2

Alice The Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Chapter Two “Alice Serves Up Her Messy Holes”Alice leaned back against the lamppost and put her hand down between her legs to rub her well fucked cunt. She smiled to herself, it had been a long day and she would never forget the fucking she got from Monkey. She wondered if she lived to seventy if she would ever get to be fucked by a cock as big as that again. She desperately hoped so.The London sky was now cloudless and the havens filled with bright stars more...

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Alice Is Spanked Again

The holiday was going by all too quickly for Alice, although she had already agreed to meet up with Melanie when they got home as they didn’t live very far from each other.Melanie had retained her very strict and quick to discipline attitude towards Alice who, at fifty-eight-years-old, loved submitting to eighteen-year-old Melanie. What was better, for Alice, was to find out that she wasn’t the only granny figure to be disciplined by a teenager at the camp. Although Alice hadn’t realised when...

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Alice and the BigGirl Rapist

The Big Girl Rapist smiles back and steps into the home of his next victim. He looks her over. Gorgeous: large bust, hips and a bubble ass that so excites him. He admires the sway of her ass as she leads the way to the back bedroom. The Big Girl Rapist had been trolling through For Sale ads in the local paper for the last month looking for a victim. None of his stops had yielded anything until today. God, she is perfect he thought as he felt his erection grow in anticipation. He does a...

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Alice Takes A Break

Alice was sniffing back tears as she stood with her nose against a tree and her hands on her head. She was in shock having had just been given a very hard bare bottom spanking by Melanie. The shock wasn’t just the fact that Melanie was eighteen-years-old whilst Alice was sixty-three-years-old, but that Alice was actually turned by accepting Melanie’s control over her and wanted to continue to obey the very demanding and authoritative teenager.As Alice saw only the tree trunk an inch from her...

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Alice stuffed full Fiona the spunk target

A couple of days ago I finished a training program on Alice that I called D.P Training. If you’d read previous stories you’ll know that Fiona is a seasoned whore and she is available for mouth, pussy and anal entry by multiple cocks in any combination of holes, my personal preference is that she looks fucking irresistible when all her holes are being split by solid cock. Alice on the other hand takes it in all three holes but she has...

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Alice Cottage Lane the lucky farmer

Fiona didn’t pester me quite so much as she was happy to give her cunt a rest after the abuse it had taken from so many cocks over the last year or so. Going from a baron 4 years of no cock to a wanton 40+ milf had taken its toll on Fiona; although enjoyable she’d been fucked ragged. Alice collared me whenever we were alone and would rub my cock through my jeans or shorts whispering in my ear, “I need your dick inside me again, stretching my pussy open and spunking inside me, when can...

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Alice 1

Alice My name is Alan Smith, I am twenty two, about five foot six, fairly slim at just nine stone, my hair is dark blonde and fairly long, sometimes I put it in a pony tail. I have a degree in computer science, I work for an I.T. company, travelling around the southern half of England fixing computers and programming. I live with my dad Greg in a quiet suburb in Essex. My mum Elizabeth left us about four years ago, that was such a surprise as mum and dad got on very well, there did...

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Alice Her boss takes full advantage

“Hi Alice, Paul here” “Hi Paul, what’s up?” “Well Alice, I’m back in work tomorrow and I’d like you to dress how you did the other times. Remember like we discussed?” “Yes yes I remember Paul” “Good. I might need you to stay late tomorrow as well Alice, that won’t be a problem will it?” “No Paul of course not” “See you tomorrow then Alice” “Bye” I heard the conversation clearly as I made Alice put it on loud speaker. He wanted her to stay late alright; Paul couldn’t...

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Alice 3

Alice part three. On the way home from the office I was feeling good about what Stephen had said about me being the top female engineer, then it struck me, I was the only female engineer. I popped in the bank and paid in the cheque from Santex, with so much going on I had forgotten all about it. I did some shopping and got a few bottles of wine, also another pack of KY, dad had used a few on me this week. I changed from my suit to a mini skirt and strappy three-inch shoes, I now...

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Alice takes her first strangers cockshes becoming a very good whore

“Hey sexy, you ok?” “Yeah yeah I’m fine”. Alice seemed a little quiet still so I probed a little more. “You want picking up again tonight baby?” There was an uneasy silence for about 10 seconds “Yeah ok, 10 o clock out back again”. “Hey Alice don’t wear your bra again, I’ll be in at 8”. And hung up the phone before she had time to answer me back. I was testing Alice, if she went to work braless again after a bollocking from the boss the night before and getting molested by a...

4 years ago
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Alice The arrangement and used by three cocks

Paul was left speechless as I produced the footage of him fucking Alice from the night before, he was also very apologetic, and he made it quite clear that his wife or Alice's parents could ever find out about this. Paul began offering me money and allsorts before I cut him dead and explained the situation fully. “Look Paul, don’t worry about the missus or anybody finding out ok?” “Ok, ok” “It’s like this Paul, I know that you saw me and Alice together in the car park a few weeks...

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Alice

Everyone who has been bullied dreams that, when they leave high school, everything will change. Everyone lives in hope and likes feel good stories where the nerd gets the girl in the end. As we say at Victims Anonymous, “My name’s Sam, and here’s my story”: My last year at high school was a shit year. I wasn’t popular to begin with, wasn’t good looking, wasn’t trendy, had zits. And on top of that, I had lots of shit happen in my life, all in that same year. My mum walked out. Well, it felt...

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Alice 4

Alice part four I stood in my bedroom in front of the mirror, I could see the image of a very sexy blonde girl with a lovely figure, who was smiling back at me, she had prepared herself for an evening of sex, and was waiting for her father to fuck her. Dad knocked "Come in dad" "God you look so beautiful" Dad stripped naked, his huge dick at right angles from his body "Let me undress you Alice" "Is it Alice tonight" "Yes Alice, it's me your dad, and I am going to...

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Alice

                                     Alice                                                                               Alice was watching through the chain link fence.  She saw        Juan approach the border in his fancy car.  It had cost nearly a quarter        million, but Juan could  afford it.  She watched as he was waved into an        inspection bay by the customs officers.  The trunk lid went up, and Juan        was escorted into a low building.  Alice could only...

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Alice 3

Alice part three.On the way home from the office I was feeling good about what Stephen had said about me being the top female engineer, then it struck me, I was the only female engineer. I popped in the bank and paid in the cheque from Santex, with so much going on I had forgotten all about it. I did some shopping and got a few bottles of wine, also another pack of KY, dad had used a few on me this week. I changed from my suit to a mini skirt and strappy three-inch shoes. I set the table for...

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