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Martina's Story, Chapter Seven - By: Beverly Taff For those readers who wish to get a deeper insight and appreciation of my home circumstances, I suggest that they read Skipper, the story about our Aunty Beverly's rescue and adoption of Jennifer and Beatrice. This is a 'follow on story' about my childhood. It starts chronologically after Aunty Beverly finally married Aunty Angela. Some people might disapprove of our life style but I like it, as do my sisters, my mothers and my aunts. I am: Martina, A sexually dysphoric child whose sexuality has not yet been ascertained but who chooses to present as a girl. Beverly: My adoptive 'aunt' who is a mature shemale and my most supportive adult friend. Chenille: My older half sister. Jennifer: Aunt Beverly's adopted daughter. Beatrice: Aunt Beverly's second adopted daughter and Jennifer's younger sister. Sian: My lesbian mother who is married to - Margaret: Who is Chenille's lesbian mother. Sissy: My and Chenille's transvestite shemale father. Sandie: My doctor, psychiatrist and sexual counselor. Judge Elizabeth Porter: The judge who ruled that I should be allowed to live and dress as a girl. Angela Hunt: Jennifer and Beatrice's natural blood mother who is now married to Aunt Beverly who is a shemale. Baroness Wemite': Sian's old School Chum Peter: Baroness Wemite's son & Melanie's older brother Melanie: Baroness Wemite's daughter and my best school friend. Rosemary & Monika: Two bullies in the junior school. Lucinda: A previous victim of the two bullies and our fourth study mate. Charlotte & Betty: Our other two remaining study mates. Miss Frobisher: The Headmistress of St Angela's Chapter Seven With the threat of Moniker and Rosemary's parents removed we expected to find the remainder of our shared tenancy to be peaceful. When the spring term started the bullies returned in a very subdued mood but it was a submission born of a fulminating wish to gain revenge on Melanie. For the first few weeks of term there was a tense standoff as the bullies searched for an opening to gain leverage. Several times we caught them searching the study looking for evidence of cameras but Melanie and her brother Peter had been doubly careful to remove all trace of the video supervision during the Christmas holidays. Many times during gym and dance lessons, as well as during the evening when we lounged around the study in our underwear, I caught Rosemary studying the crotch of my school knickers suspiciously. However, by now it had become second nature for me and my companions to always be sure we were never outnumbered when around the bullies. They had ceased their dirty tricks campaign because they just could not be sure if there were still some cameras cleverly hidden. To their further annoyance, Melanie had positioned her Internet chat-cam so that it included the bathroom door in the background whenever she chatted online. The camera was virtually left on all the time as though 'by accident' and during the night it documented all visits to the bathroom. Our tights and bras etc were now relatively safe from sabotage. Finally, the fire-damaged dormitory was refurbished and we bid a relieved good riddance to the bullying pair. The night they finally left there was a party atmosphere throughout our dorm and lots of the junior girls came around to thank us for stifling the bullies efforts during their stay in our dorm. Melanie's two holiday houseguests were particularly grateful. The bullies were racist as well as cruel and the Malayan twins were small for their age. "Wee want to thank yooo for being good to uss!" they declared, "Thosse two are nooo good!" The twins' grammar was perfect but their accents were still very strong. Lucy gave them both an affectionate hug then shooed them away after reassuring them that the bullies writ would never run whilst she was around. The twins grinned happily and swayed away with all the grace of their oriental origins. "You could have let them stay a while," remarked Melanie, "They only wanted to say thank you." "They're middle school third years Mel. It doesn't do to let them get too familiar with upper school fifth formers. They should respect us." "They can like us as well as respect us," riposted Bea. "Well they respect us now. It doesn't do to get too familiar. Anyway, they only live down the hall. It's not as though they're in another house." We let the matter drop for we were too preoccupied with the prospects of the forthcoming night. That first night without the bullies, we re- established our relationships. Even Lucinda joined in the fun and ventured just that little bit further. I was tantalised by her increased curiosity as she investigate our bedtime games and explored just that little bit more. Melanie and Beatrice giggled deliciously as Lucy expanded her knowledge. Nevertheless, Lucy still refrained from complete penetration for she remained determined to keep herself technically 'pure' until she married Peter, Melanie's older brother. The following day Lucy accompanied me on my cross-country run whilst the rest of the girls played hockey. Even though we knew the bullies were engaged on the hockey field, Lucinda chose to accompany me so we were never alone. We chatted as we jogged over The Dumplin for we were not pushing ourselves. "Can you ever see yourself getting married?" asked Lucy. "I dunn'o," I replied, "Which girl should I marry, Melanie or Beatrice?" Lucy smiled and giggled. "Become a Muslim or a Mormon, then you can marry both." I smiled and giggled at this idea. "It sounds attractive, but what do Muslims or Mormons think of trannies or shemales?" "Yeah, there's the snag." "We think it's best if we just live like our mums. Provided any kids we have are happy and secure then it'll work out. It's worked out for Beatrice and me as well as our older sisters." "But what of the legal stuff, Peter will have to marry me legally if his title is to be carried down." "That's for Peter and you. It's different for Mel." "Not necessarily, Peter says Melanie's inheritance settlement could be affected if she isn't married properly." "Oh, she never mentioned that to Beatrice or me. Anyway, I think her sexuality matters to her more than any inheritance." "Yes I suppose so. Her inheritance of any distaff titles and stuff is dependant on her being legally married. "God! Who'd belong to the titled classes?" I sighed. "Watch it Martie, I look like marrying into the so called titled bunch." I wagged my head and grinned but Lucy wasn't unduly worried by such prospects. "Come on, race you back to the gate," she finished. The Dumplin had been deserted during our run and the idea of any danger had been subconsciously dismissed. We had reached the top of the Dumplin again and the gate Lucinda spoke of lay at the bottom of the bridle path. It led from the bridle path through a patch of woodlands and into the school grounds. I took up Lucinda's challenge for I knew I could hold my own against her in cross-country running. Lucinda was a brilliant all round athlete and built for team sports but I was more slightly built and better suited to distance running. Within minutes, I was well ahead of her as we sped down the bridle path towards the gate. I soon reached the gate well ahead of her so I entered the woods and eased up to a very slow trot. I knew I had the measure of Lucinda and could easily speed up again to take the lead if she wanted to race back all the way to school. What I had not allowed for was an ambush. As I trotted delicately between some thick shrubs, several masked forms suddenly attacked me. I let out shriek for help but I was too far ahead of Lucinda. My calls were quickly stifled and I was taken down and secured. A gag was rammed into my mouth then a sack or bag was pulled over my head and I was dragged into the bushes. I did not even have time to count how many attackers had beset me. What I did realise was that they were obviously determined to establish what lay inside my knickers. Once constrained I immediately felt sharp nails dragging at my running shorts as I tried to kick and struggle. My efforts were eventually overcome and I realised my struggles were futile. Finally a pair of handcuffs clicked around my wrists and I was helpless. I decided it would be best to try and identify my attackers by sound or any other means. I heard one of them order another to 'get the camera' but I could not recognise her voice. I decided to lie still for a moment to try and get them to lower their guard. My knickers were ripped off then next my running top and bra leaving me totally naked. I heard the camera start to click and the flash silhouetted two of my attackers as they stood in front of me. So far I had not identified any voices because only one assailant had said anything and that was the one holding the bag over my head. If I could just get the other assailants to say anything, I might recognise somebody. For a moment I stopped all resistance as the camera operator flashed away until I finally had a good idea of the exact location of two vague silhouettes directly in front of me. Guessing the distance I lashed out with my foot and caught one of the two silhouetted onlookers squarely in the stomach. She let out a pained curse and I recognised the voice. It was Moniker's mother the barrister. I was shocked at this discovery but managed to keep my senses as the woman detaining me gave me a vicious blow to the back of my head. I was dazed but not unconscious and I managed to retain lucidity. I pretended I was unconscious and slumped to the ground. This, I hoped would put them off their guard. My ploy worked for the other onlooker cursed again. "Nora! You didn't have to hit her that hard." I recognised Rosemary's mother. 'Shit!' I thought, 'These buggers must have prepared this trap carefully and garnished a detailed knowledge of my routine from their bullying daughters.' "Never mind that get some more photographs." At this, I heard Lucinda calling my name and my attackers cursed. Her arrival had foiled any further developments. They panicked. "Quick! Lets get out of here, we've got enough evidence." I felt the jailer release my bruised arms and they sped off through the wood as I struggled to spit the gag jammed into my mouth. Eventually my muffled squawks drew Lucinda to me and she found me still struggling to get to my feet and spit out the gag. "Oh my God! What's happened?" she squealed as she whipped the sack off my head "They attacked me!" I finally managed to say as Lucinda dug the gag out of my mouth. "Who?" "That Barrister bitch, Moniker's mother, and her cronies." "What!" "Yes," I gasped, "her and Rosemary's mother plus two others I don't know. They took a pile of photographs!" Lucinda recovered my torn clothing and cursed. "The bastards, here your top's still OK but you'll have to put the sack over your bottom half." "I can't get my arms through the loops of my top. These handcuffs won't open." Lucinda pulled the top over my shoulders then fixed the sack around my lower half. "That'll have to do. Let's get you back to our study." "Aren't we going to tell Miss Frobisher or even the police?" Lucinda's brain was already way ahead of mine. I suppose I had been too stressed out to realise a huge flaw in my attackers tactics and Lucinda explained. "When I found you, you still had the sack over your head and tits. Had they taken any photographs of your face and whole body?" "I, - I don't think so," I replied, "I was struggling too much in the beginning. They didn't bring out the camera until they had subdued me. I suppose they didn't want me to recognise Moniker and Rosemary's mothers." "Exactly, and that means they haven't got any pictures of your face." A slow smile of dawning filtered through my befuddled head. 'Of course! It was like the naked actress who locked herself out of her flat when she was collecting the early morning milk off the step! The door clicked shut behind her accidentally and she was stranded naked on the step' The only thing she could find to hide herself was a flowerpot by the door, so she emptied that and stuck it over her head. Several people saw a naked girl seeking help from a police officer but only the police officer realised who he was talking to. The starlet had cleverly retained the secret of her identity and the policeman wasn't telling. My situation was the same. They hadn't taken any photos of my head because it was under the sack. The silly buggers had only obtained pictures of a ripe pair of tits, a beautifully rounded feminine pair of hips and a pair of long slender feminine legs with a cock. The cock could have belonged to any she-male. Lucinda had interrupted their plans. My mood lightened up as Lucinda studied the thicket. "The background won't give anything away in their photos. Stay here and I'll go and get your spare running shorts. "I'm not staying here. They might come back." "Oh OK then, but we'll have to slip you in via the caretaker's door behind the boiler room." "You check he's not around then." "He won't be. He's preparing the main hockey pitch for Saturday's game. It's the final of the inter-schools trophy." Armed with this knowledge, we quickly slipped into the school buildings un-noticed and stole into our study. "Now to get these bloody handcuffs off, I'll have to see the caretaker after class. He's got a hacksaw." "You mean I have to sit here till then. What if they come looking for me?" "Just keep the study door locked. Pretend you're not in." "Oh thanks and what of Mel and Bea?" "I'll speak to them in the changing rooms." I sat numbly in an armchair until I heard my friends arrive. "Are you in there Martie?" they whispered through the door. "Yes." "Let us in." I fidgeted awkwardly with the key and let them in. Melanie produced a stiff piece of fencing wire and motioned towards my cuffed wrists. "See if I can pick the lock." Glad of any effort, I presented my wrists and Melanie busied herself behind me. Within seconds the cuffs were off. Melanie had not lost her streetwise skills. "Shit that was quick!" gasped Beatrice, "Where did you learn that?" "Never mind where she learned it, just be thankful for her unusual talents. Thank God for that." I sighed as I dashed to the lavatory and they went to get Lucinda. "Well that's the immediate problem solved," observed Lucinda, "It now remains to see if they realise their big blunder." "What's that?" asked Beatrice. Lucinda repeated the actress and the flowerpot story and the other two giggled. "You should be safe," observed Mel. "Only provided Miss Frobisher keeps her head," added Bea. Lucinda added the most important note though. "I think they'll realise their blunder when the see they haven't got the identity of the owner of the delicious girly hips and cock." I preened myself at the compliment. "Oooh, do you really think I'm delicious then?" All my friends smiled and I reveled in their friendship. It was good to have such loyal companions. Our happiness was not to last long however. The mothers were determined to try their luck and the photos landed on Miss Frobisher's desk the following Monday. We were called from our class. "Is this true?" she asked softly though the concern was etched into her strained voice. "Yes," I confessed, "They attacked me in the woods on Friday." "Why didn't you tell me?" "We hoped they would realise they didn't have an identity." Miss Frobisher blinked and re-studied the photographs. "Do you know; I believe you're right. I was so shocked I didn't think to question them." Lucinda, ever the calm and collected one, reinforced the facts. "It's just some photographs of some poor devil in the woods with a sack over her - or his, head. I would treat them with the contempt they deserve." "But she's a well respected barrister," protested Miss Frobisher, "if she goes further with this, it could look bad for the school. Who would question her word?" "If she goes further with this, I will swear on oath that they assaulted me and tried to kidnap me," I added, "I could even say that they sexually assaulted me." "But it's her word against yours; and she's a barrister." "Yes, a woman who assaults dysfunctional teenagers and photographs them stripped naked. That's sexual assault for a start!" "How do you know she was there?" "She sent you the photos didn't she?" "Well, - yes; she did actually," paused Miss Frobisher thoughtfully, "here's the letter. She expresses grave concern." "Grave concern my foot! She's trying to blackmail the school; she's trying to get me expelled. Oh it's couched up in legal parlance but the bottom line is she's trying to get at me through the school." "Well she lists her concerns and the ethical issues." "She's lust being licentious. There may be ethical issues but that's up to my study mates to comment upon. There are no legal issues. I'm a girl, legally. As a barrister, she should realise it's all about law!" "But her concerns are very real." "She's lawyer. She can only act through the law. Any other avenue like going to the papers about ethics or something puts her in breach of law. That letter does her more damage than us. She's foist by her own petard. She's been too keen to put it all down on paper. She's hung herself. She's trying to blackmail you and the school." Miss Frobisher sat silent for long moments as she digested our arguments. "I'll have to take legal advice on this. Leave it with me." "If you want legal advice, I can recommend Judge Elizabeth Porter," I added. "Who! The law lord?" "Yes, the very same." "My, my Martina, you do move in illustrious circles." "She ruled on my case Miss Frobisher. She was the judge who ruled that I could live as a girl until I determined my sexuality in maturity. That is why I am legally recognised as a girl and allowed to live as one." "Why yes of course." "And that is why neither you nor the school have broken any laws," I finished. "I know exactly where the law stands on my condition, especially about stuff like me being at this school. Lady Elizabeth Porter gave me the complete breakdown and the law has not changed. If you want her private telephone number, I can get it for you from my Aunty Beverly. Judge Porter is very protective of my circumstances, and very sympathetic." Miss Frobisher took considerable comfort from my offer. "Well, I will have to contact the courts and take proper legal advice." I shrugged unconcernedly, for I knew I was on safe ground. "Your own lawyers will have to tell you the same thing. Legally I am to be treated as a girl! That's what the doctors say and that's what the court decided. I will be allowed to choose my legal sex when I reach maturity." A few days later Miss Frobisher was all smiles. The knowledge that she was deemed to have not broken any law, gave her confidence. The upshot was that my statement was proved correct and because I was legally still a minor, nothing could be made public. Moniker's mother was hauled before the bar council and suspended for three years. I felt a huge weight off my shoulders, as did Miss Frobisher for by then I would have left school. I would have reached my maturity of eighteen and the issue would be over. Despite this successful outcome, Miss Frobisher still felt compelled to get statements from Lucy, Bea and Melanie that they were content to share their private study with me. This however, only served to strengthen my position for my companions were adamant they wanted me to remain. Consequently, I was allowed to continue living intimately with my companions. Despite this, other girls gradually learned my secret for Moniker and Rosemary were determined to try and ruin our lives. By the end of the fifth year, it was common knowledge in the upper school that I had a penis and there were endless propositions from some of the more adventurous girls. It was with considerable relief that we made it to the end of the fifth year without any serious incidents. In the sixth year, we finally cleared all the hurdles. It could be demonstrated that our adjoining studies were sufficiently isolated from the younger girls to cause no risk, whilst allowing us the luxury of continuing our private intimacies. The biggest incident occurred when Peter, Melanie's older brother, finally learned of my cock. He was fascinated when Lucinda finally was free to enlighten him during one of their private moments after we had all passed the age of eighteen. Peter and Lucinda were getting ready for the hunt ball and Peter was almost slavering at the sight of Lucinda's beautiful curves under her turquoise satin ball gown. Ever the gentleman however, he struggled with his hormones and behaved with the utmost probity. It was this probity that so attracted Lucinda to him. He sat respectfully on the bed watching Lucinda apply her makeup as they chatted. "What! You mean Martina's not a girl?" he gasped incredulously. "Well, yes," corrected Lucinda, "She's a girl in her head but she's still got a boy's parts." "Crickey! You mean she's got a - you know! But she's so feminine. I mean I could fancy her if it wasn't for you." "Don't you dare try anything on with her!" warned Lucinda. "No, I had no intentions but she's just so, - you know, - so feminine, so curvy." "And she's one of my best friends, so don't you ever go hurting her." "What does my sister Melanie think of her?" pressed Peter. "They're the best of friends." Peter fell silent for a moment for he was aware of his sister's sexual orientations. "No, I asked what does Melanie really think of Martina?" "How d'you mean?" "You know. You know, - sexually, I mean." Lucinda fell silent and that silence betrayed her secrets. Peter gasped. "They don-. They don't, - you know, they don't, - they don't do it." "I can't say," replied Lucinda stonewalling like mad. Slow dawning popped in Peter's brain like a feeble light bulb. "They do don't they, they do!" Peter was now grinning right across his face. Lucinda remained doggedly silent but her red face betrayed her. "Well I'll be buggered!" squawked Peter as the truth finally hit him right between the eyes. "I'm not saying," blushed Lucinda. "You don't have to my sweet. It's writ right across your face. Melanie, my little sister be dammed. Well I'll be buggered! Why the crafty, horny little minx! What about that other girl? What's her name, - Beatrice? Is Martina humping her?" "I'm not saying. It's none of our concern." "What d'you mean, 'none of your concern'. You've been living with them for the last six years!" "Listen darling!" snapped Lucinda, "I'm still a virgin, and that's all you have to concern yourself with. What they get up to is between themselves, now are we going to the hunt ball or not?" Peter nodded in perplexed silence. He was genuinely in love with Lucinda and to put icing on the cake, Lucinda was deeply in love with him; not to mention her being a stunning beauty. In the car he reached across and gave her an ecstatic hug for he was truly enchanted with her. Furthermore, Peter was the envy of the county for Lucinda's stunning good looks turned any man's head. Her returned embrace reassured him for he had genuinely thought that Lucinda might have been turned by his sister Melanie's sexual mores and whiles. "Thanks, I love you even more now." "And I you, now drive, we're late as it is." "All the better an entrance you'll make." "It's rude to be late. Now get a move on." The rest of their evening passed without incidence but Lucinda noticed a distinct fricassee of tension between her and Peter and his embraces seemed just that much more "possessive". As they drove home she reassured him with extra attentions. "Don't worry, you can trust me. I've got to eighteen and I'm still a virgin." "I'm sorry love, it's just that, I mean, sharing your life with a girl with a cock. It must be weird!" "It's very interesting actually," replied Lucinda, "Martina's a very sweet girl really and she never makes advances." "What? Never?" "No, it's your sister that's the huntress." "Yeah, that figures, but you're quite safe?" "Safe as the Rock of Gibraltar, look there's your mum and dad." "They must have stopped off on the way home, they left long before us." That night, Peter was stunned to learn that his mother had known of Martina's 'little peculiarities' for years as he and the two women chatted in the kitchen." "Does dad know?" he asked his mother. "He knows about Melanie but he thinks Martina's also a lesbian." "Blimey, what a web we weave and all this has been going on under my nose all these years." "Well not under your nose darling. Most of the time you've been up at that terribly expensive school." "Yeah, but, - but what does dad think?" "Your father's more worldly wise than you think, however, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. His only disappointment is that he doesn't think Melanie will ever give him a grand daughter." "I'm not sure that's entirely true," observed Lucinda, "Melanie's intimated to me that she might like to have a child by Martina." "Bloody hell, is Martina able to, - you know?" wondered Peter aloud. "Yes," confirmed Lucinda, "once her vasectomy is reversed." Peter shook his head, finished his cocoa and went to bed. "Good gracious!" gasped Countess Wemite once her son Peter had retired to bed. Now she had Lucinda alone, she could pump her a lot further in a real girl-to-girl talk. "I didn't realise that those sort of precautions had been taken." "It was best for everybody. Melanie couldn't leave Martina alone, once she discovered the truth." "Who's idea was the vasectomy?" "Aunty Beverly's mostly, though apparently everybody agreed including Doctor Sandie." "Well, I suppose it was for the best. I'm secretly glad that my Melanie is attracted to her. At least the're prospects of grandchildren and I know her father would dearly love some grandchildren by Mel. To tell the truth, once I realised that Melanie was a les, - a lesbian I thought there was no hope. I never realised she had maternal instincts." "Melanie's more feminine than you think. She besotted by Martina." "Countess Wemite felt a fricassee of delight tingle through her body. She refilled her mug with more chocolate as an indicator that she wished to chat much more. It was another hour before she finally escorted Lucinda to one of the guest rooms next to her own master bedroom. Peter slept in the opposite wing at the far end of the house. Lucinda smiled as she learned the new arrangements and she turned to the Countess. "There's no need to chaperone me. Peter knows full well that I'm a virgin until the bridal night." "Brave girl and very pleased I am to hear it," replied the Countess as Lucinda settled into the guest room. The next day, Lucinda returned to school and Peter returned to college. They would see little of each other until the summer as Exams loomed. Back at school Melanie pumped her friend. "So she knows about Martina!" "Yes, your mother's got a knack of dragging stuff out of people." "Yeah, don't I know it! You should have been there the night I confessed my sexuality." "Gosh, was she angry?" I asked. "No," replied Mel, "She surprised me really. I think she already knew." "Your mum's a canny old cookie," observed Beatrice. "You bet," agreed Lucinda, "She took the stuff about Martina with remarkable aplomb." "Yeah, it seems anything goes, as long as it doesn't scare the horses," giggled Melanie as we stripped for bed. Although we were split between two studies opposite each other across the dormitory landing, we often ended up all four squeezed onto two mattresses, laid out on the floor. Fortunately, sixth formers' studies were located on the other side of the luggage rooms and they enjoyed lots of privacy from the younger girls. It was mainly to provide quiet for studying but it also served for total privacy. Short of one of the younger girls wanting to come in during the middle of the night, the sixth formers enjoyed total seclusion. It was a rare event for a junior girl to go crying to the prefects. She would never have lived it down. Besides that, in our dormitory, there was very little cause to frighten the younger girls because Lucinda had already nailed down all types of bullying. I have to finish this story about my school days now. We left school and went to college before settling down into our adult lives. Lucinda married Peter and became a Vicountess to one day assume the full title of Countess Wemite. Melanie Beatrice and I settled down as a M?nage a' Trois and as promised, Melanie presented her father with grandchildren. Beatrice also made Aunty Beverly a grandmother and we took over the running of the riding stables. It's a lovely life. Perhaps the lives of Skipper, Martina and this group will be visited again !! Please let me know your thoughts and wishes !! Beverly

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“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...

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“You’re such a whore, Shelby! But that’s still fucking hot…” Chelsie said as I briefly mentioned one particular aspect of my vacation to the Cayman Islands. “How were they? Big? Muscular? Come on, Shelby, details!” “Geez, let’s not be too demanding here. It was just sex on the beach with three incredibly hot guys! After all, I was on vacation…” I just stared at Chelsie, hoping she wouldn’t judge me for spilling the contents of my wild and dirty vacation. “Oh, please do tell! And you couldn’t...

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Billion Dollar Booty Call

Chelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, glanced at her watch, and exhaled in relief. The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good morning, the words stuck in her throat. It was Liam, the gorgeous new...

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Bad Habits Need Hard Measur

For the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...

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Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...

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It had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum.Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I told myself I just needed the help, but had I thought it through, I would...

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Kailee knew she shouldn’t be here. He warned her of what would happen if she came into his space alone again. Shane, her father in-law was a good man, but he liked things his way. He wanted everything run his way. When Kailee and his son had to move back in with him and his wife while their place was being finished, the rules had been simple. Stay out of his office. Last week Kailee had been wandering around the large house, bored and looking for something to do. She walked down the hall and...

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I watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...

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Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...

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Damon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo.  I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...

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Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to...

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10 Items Or Less

Robyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...

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Bag of Lush all sorts

Anal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock...

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(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...

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Focused On Sex

Milena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...

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Mike,  Enough endless talking.  You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit.   Please see attached; everything has been arranged.  Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment.  It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...

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I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...

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This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that...

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“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous...

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‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...

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I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...

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The Midnight Walk

Something powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for literally years; when I moved to Jamaica, it truly slept in peace. It was a...

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Saturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke."Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"Silly girl, of COURSE you can!"I'd love that, and I love Cosmos. My name's Elizabeth, and you are?"She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked."I'm Kendra, and I'm impressed, you're very...

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I sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...

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Wheres the Remote

If I hurried, I had time to drive home, take a quick shower, get dressed and still not be late for my dinner date with Jason. He was working late, so he would be meeting me at the restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn’t be stopping home first, it gave me time to get my naughty surprise ready for him. Hopping out of the shower, I quickly dried off, rubbed on some lotion and made sure I was smooth all over. I put on a lace black bra and garter, slid on some black thigh highs and attached them to the...

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The Little Black C

My boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...

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Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She’d cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then to the garden to pluck daisies and buttercups and ring them into a crown and a necklace. She stood before her bedroom mirror adjusting the...

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On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...

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Gift Of The Geisha

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Would she offer sex? Probably, but there was no guarantee. From what little...

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Little Perversions

The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage glass ashtray that I stole from an ex-lover’s apartment. I can’t remember his name, but there’s something...

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Shall I Serve You Myself

It was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...

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As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...

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(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...

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Cocksucking Teens

Gav slipped off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. It was Monday again and he needed to get to grips with the project that he was overseeing. He was head of IT Infrastructure at a busy lingerie firm. Lucy’s Underwear Show House had a turnover of £120 million and was one of the fastest growing businesses in the sector. In spite of the recession the company had made inroads into the ‘bedroom’ market capitalizing on the gap left by a recently dissolved name. Gav was a...

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Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See? Translation. I’d rather go to rehab then the slammer. Eventually, I got the truth out of her, though. Surprisingly,...

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Miss American Pornstar

Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...

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The Ride Home

Late night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...

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Earning her tuition

I was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...

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Just Babysitting

Everyone says that your high school years are the best years of your life. For me, that’s only half true. High school sucked on so many levels. People either loved you, or they hated you, usually for the most pathetic reasons that most often came from a spark of jealousy, therefore causing rumours to spread. There was the fear of busting your ass; only to walk away with a mark that would honestly get you nowhere in life, and finally, teacher’s found any excuse to be on your ass. For me, this...

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The Neapolitan

1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode the wind. His right hand firmly gripped the steering wheel as he sang...

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Let Her Eat Cake

1 Week Before the Masquerade"That can't be your best line. What is it really?" Hector asked his new recruiting partner."It is, I swear. Women love hearing things like that. Some of them laugh, but they still like it," Jonas answered, while parking their black SUV."Whatever, man," Hector chuckled and continued. "I wouldn't tell you what my best line is either... But it's not even about the lines with me anyway."Both men flipped the SUV's sun visors down, slid the mirrors open and made sure...

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Father Moss

“What we did last night…” the boy ventured, compulsively thinking of sex as he watched his older temptress ease the cork out of a bottle of Merlot, “it…it wasn’t the first time for me.”Elisabeth turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”The boy nodded quickly, averting her gaze. She poured a glass for herself and one for him. “Anyone I know?” she inquired with a hint of playful suspicion as she handed his drink over, sure to let him get a good look down the front of her dressing...

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The Ghost on Forest Lane

On Forest Lane a ghost resides, who in the darkness howls and cries. In moonless night he strolls outside, to find a victim for his plight. A careless soul he’ll bind and tow, into his basement down below. To use his soul for better or worse to find a way, to break the curse This silly rhyme was told to scare the young children of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as...

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The Benefits Of Living A

I shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had a way.Most nights after I shut the computer down I'd head to bed and fall asleep after fucking myself...

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Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...

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Would You Like Ketchup

She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street.“Fries, please. And a diet Pepsi.”I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s.“Will there be anything else?” she asked, her voice not losing any of its allure despite issuing from the metal box just left of the menu...

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There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the room only left Asia in a confused state of uneasiness. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the low lighting...

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