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The Mentor Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn Based on comments, here is the final part of the story and not one for the sweet sentimental reader. This is a work of fiction and all the usual disclaimers apply. May be downloaded for personal use only, any other use must have author's permission. Comments may be sent to [email protected]. The Mentor Part 2 I watched as my mother took her bagged items, gave me a quick stare and left the mini mart. I don't think I took a single breath the whole time she was in the store. It wasn't until Sylvia put the packs of Salem and More's on the counter that I was able to move. I looked up at her and could only stutter, "Sh....she...di...didn't recognize....me." "Well hun you've changed a might since she saw you last. When you finish at John's come back here," she answered smiling. Damn, I hated that smile. It gives me the creeps. To think when I first met her I thought she was enchanting. I know better now. She's the devil incarnate. She's destroying what I am or rather was. Now I'm becoming a younger version of her. She's made me dress like she does. She's keeping by hair styled and grey streaked like hers. Thanks to her I have to wear prescription glasses just like hers. I even live at her house and have to sleep with her. There is nothing sexual about sleeping with an old woman, wearing a sleep mask with green goop slathered on her face. There is nothing about her that comes close to appealing to me now. Not even the fact that we smoke the same More 120's. Chain smoking cigarettes for six months and having to act and dress the way I do has pretty much killed my smoking fetish. All I want now is out. I want to be Joseph Markus Smith again not "hun" or "Sugar." Yeah Sugar that's what John calls me. He's another sore point. Sylvia makes me cook and clean for him every day. Since I graduated three months ago, I spend every day from 7 a.m. until 5:30 p.m. with that old geezer. With each passing day he gets more and more personal with me. At first it was just giving him kisses on the cheek to prove that I kept lipstick on but now I have to French him when I arrive to fix his breakfast and when I leave each night. While he is sticking his foul tasting tongue into my mouth his hands are fondling my back and ass. That's just plain queer and it's disgusting but I have no choice. He is much stronger than me and Sylvia seems to be enjoying my humiliation. When I complain about his pawing and kissing all she says is that if I smoke More's like a woman then I should be treated like one. It's a relief of sorts when I leave his apartment to go back to Sylvia's. I've gotten use to people staring at my exaggerated swishing as I make my way puffing on my cig to John's or Sylvia's but I hate it. I don't get much relief at her place either. When I get there I first have to tidy up around the house then it's an evening watching stupid women's shows on television sitting beside her on the couch. She was right about one thing. I have developed a taste for beer. We usually go through two six packs each night. I guess all that beer is responsible for the jelly roll of fat that overhangs my girdle top. I would run away but I don't have any money and no place to run to. A few dozen times I thought about going to my mother and begging her forgiveness. She's a strict Catholic and wouldn't abide living with a gay son. She made that very clear those many months ago when she caught me wearing lipstick and wanting my ears pierced. Hell, she didn't even recognize me today. So that's out as she'd never forgive me showing up dressed and looking like I do. There's nothing for it but to go back to John's and finish my chores. I mince out of the store and look up. Sure enough, there he is staring out his third story open window watching me. A shudder runs up and down my spine but I ignore it as I exhale a plume of grey smoke into the air. There are a few people walking about but they are use to seeing me and don't stare anymore. Even the two old reprobates hanging out at the store drinking beer from paper bags don't bother to harass me anymore. If it weren't for my clothing and heavy makeup strangers wouldn't give me a second thought. I'm accepted as a girl by everyone except those that knew me before. Thanks to Sylvia's intense training I even sit to pee and wipe without thinking twice. John's door is open and he's sitting at the table by the window smoking, a beer off to the side and watching a ball game. He's wearing the same old kaki slacks and dirty undershirt. His wardrobe consists of four pairs of those kaki slacks and two worn long sleeved felt shirts. His smile of yellow-brown teeth sends another shiver up my spine. I give him his Salem's and in about an hour I have his place cleaned and head back to the store. When I get there she takes me into the back office. "Hun, I got something for you in the mail today. Take off your blouse and bra. You're just going to love these," she said flashing me that smile. Unbuttoning those small pearl buttons on my blouse and unhooking my bra came easily as I was use to them and my two inch long lacquered nails. I was curious as to why she wanted me to undress but again by now I knew better than to argue. My curiosity changed to apprehension as she glued realistic C-cup breasts on my chest. They had half inch dark brown button nipples, felt cool to the touch but the gel filling quickly warmed. When I moved they moved with a life of their own and I could feel their weight pulling at my chest. "Fantastic, I've wanted to get rid of those pads you've been using for ages. With that flat front and those babies no one should question that you're a woman. How do they feel Sugar?" she said. "Horrible and feel like they're going to rip my skin off," I replied. "Get use to them hun they're all yours. That glue should keep them on for about a month. As far as the pulling goes, that's why we girls wear bras. Get back over to John's and make his supper. It's almost quitting time and I want you back by then. I have another surprise I want to give you this evening, so come meet me here," she answered smiling. It was that same smile that she used whenever she planned on doing something humiliating to me. By the time we got back to her place, I was the possessor of a belly ring. When we entered the tattoo parlor I was afraid she was going to have me marked for life. I was almost relived when all she had done to me was that belly piercing. A gold ball sat just above my navel and covering my navel was a multi-colored butterfly. Yes, I was embarrassed but at least it wasn't something permanent. The next morning I left the house wearing skin tight white Capri's covered in a bright floral print, a bright red tube top and red three inch wedge sandals. After my morning French kiss, John holding my shoulders, stood back and admired my new jewelry. "Oh Sugar that's marvelous and so pretty on you," he said pulling me into a tight hug and another sloppy wet kiss. He was all over me while I prepared breakfast. Yes, he discovered my other new assets and couldn't keep his hands off them. He stood behind me, his fat stomach pressed tightly against my back squeezing my tits through my top and bra while I whisked the eggs into a froth. I couldn't fight him so took my anger out on those poor eggs. As he was having his fun I was happy that my tits were silicon otherwise I would be in real pain. Thankfully he let me be as I did my cleaning up after breakfast. I didn't see him for a couple of hours while I washed and dried his clothing in the laundromat downstairs. I spent the rest of the afternoon ironing and general cleaning. Other than him giving my ass a pinch or light slap as I passed by he left me alone. When we parted for the night, his kiss seemed to linger a lot longer than usual. I stopped long enough to fix my smeared lipstick before heading back to Sylvia's to clean up and start our dinner. She seemed to be in a good mood after working her twelve hour shift. We watched a re-run of "Love Story," drank beer and smoked our More 120's until bed time. By now I was use to having my hair in curlers, goop smeared on my face and sleeping next to the snoring old woman. I closed my eyes ready for sleep when all of a sudden I was fully awake. It was the realization that I hadn't had an erotic thought in months and hadn't masturbated once since moving in with Sylvia. I reached down to my groin but there was little feeling coming from my dick. My dick was shoved between my legs and my balls stuck up inside me covered by the satin gusset of my girdle. The only time I wasn't in a girdle was in the bath or sitting on the commode. I rubbed down there but gave up after a few minutes, nothing. I vowed I would check out my equipment in the morning. Sleep didn't come easy and wasn't refreshing. In the morning as I sat on the toilet, I tried jerking off but I couldn't picture anything in my mind to bring me to conclusion. I thought of smoking More's, then Virginia Slims and other feminine brands that use to get me hard but nothing. I then thought about one of the pretty girls from school but picturing her in her lingerie did nothing to help. Over the past months I had seen Sylvia naked more times than I wanted. There is nothing sexy about a cellulite pock marked fat ass and sagging wrinkled breasts. I had also been exposed to a lot of girls and women in various stages of undress either in the lady's restroom or in the changing rooms. I guessed that all that exposure had dulled my erotic senses. I had a good woodie but that's about all I achieved. "What a way to start a Saturday," I thought giving up. I left John's around noon as was my custom to go see Sylvia. Saturday afternoon and Sunday were her only times off work. She used Saturday afternoon to take me somewhere. We'd hop on the bus and take in a movie, always some chick flick, window shop or go somewhere that older ladies frequent. You know places like tea rooms, art museums and such. This Saturday was different. She took me back to the thrift store. "I've invited John to come over for supper tomorrow night and I wanted to get you something special to wear," she said leading me over to the dress department. "What? Why did you invite HIM over? I see enough of him every day," I exclaimed in surprise. "Well he is your boyfriend isn't he? I thought it would be a nice jester if I invited him over. He doesn't get out much," she responded calmly. "He's not my boyfriend! I only go there because you make me!" I hissed back. "So what? The entire neighborhood thinks he's your beaux. Get use to it. So stop your bitching," she angrily retorted. When we left the store I had a black leather mini skirt, red satin balloon sleeved blouse with a round neckline trimmed in three layers of overlapping lace, black fishnet seamed hosiery and pair of four inch stiletto heeled red patent leather open toed pumps. She also purchased a satin push up bra with floral crystal bead work, matching waist chinch and high cut nylon panties all in a fire engine red. The skirt hugged my ass like a glove and short. How short was it you ask, well if I wasn't real careful my panties would be on display. If I was real careful my stocking tops didn't show. When I was fully dressed and made up, I looked like a hooker. Thanks to my salt and pepper hair, heavy makeup, old fashioned thick horn rimmed glasses and lavender scented perfume I looked like an old hooker. It took me awhile to manage the four inch pumps and adjust to the odd sensation from wearing a skirt for the first time. The skirt wasn't the only first for me. I wasn't wearing a girdle either. The panties held my bits in a snug embrace but I didn't feel right down there. With the short skirt I was actually afraid to be without my girdle. Another problem that I didn't discover until later was my blouse. It was a full cut and when I bent over to serve or pour something my top would open up exposing my bra. Sylvia was wearing a dress. I didn't even know she owned one. It was a simple A-line in pink paisley print. As I stood gawking, she said, "You like?" "Yes, it's nice, I just never have seen you wearing a dress before," I replied. "Thanks and make sure you put on that organza apron before you finish preparing dinner," she replied. Yuk, I hated that apron. It was peach colored with tons of ruffles and lace hemming tying in a big floppy bow. It was an apron some old woman would wear at a tea party. I was busy finishing up when the door bell rang. It was John holding a couple of bottles of wine. He slung his arms around my waist, the bottles banging dangerously behind me as he gave me a passionate French kiss. Fortunately Sylvia walked up before he filled my mouth with his spit and the kiss kept short. While they chatted I took the wine into the kitchen and checked on the meal. I had prepared Cornish Game Hens and they were ready to serve. John left me alone meaning he wasn't playing grab ass until after I had cleaned up the supper dishes. Believe me I did my best not to join them in the living room for as long as I could. My isolation ended when Sylvia came to open the other bottle of wine and found me smoking. She told me to put on a fresh thick coat of my vivid red lipstick and bring in the wine. From her tone of voice and look I didn't have any choice. I bent down to pour John a refill and noticed where he was staring. With one hand holding the wine and the other my More 120, all I could do was let him stare. I left with his glass only half filled to where Sylvia was planning to sit in the chair next to hers. Instead she directed me to go sit beside John over on the settee. I groaned inwardly as I walked back to sit with him. I was sweeping my hands across my bottom to sit when he pulled me into his broad lap. As I settled into his lap my skirt road up to my crotch. My stocking tops, garters and bare thigh were visible and Sylvia had a great beaver shot. I grasped the hem and tried to pull it down without success. I was sitting sideways on John's lap and his hand had already taken possession of my bared thigh. I could hear Sylvia giggling as he pulled me into a deep French kiss as his other hand slid around my waist. I was stuck, pressed into his fat stomach with his hand rubbing my stocking and flesh. As the kiss broke I could see out of the corner of my eye, Sylvia getting up and leaving. I spent a horrible and frightening two hours sitting on his lap. His hands were rubbing all over me. He was kissing, actually sucking, on my neck and ears. I cringed when he stuck his wet tongue into my ear then gave me another deep kiss to the lips. Once the back of his hand touched my groin and I froze. He mumbled something about not taking his Viagra and brought his hand back up to my blouse covered breast. Sylvia was only gone about thirty minutes. When she returned grinning broadly, the fondling and kissing stopped but he kept me firmly sitting in his lap. Later as I was taking off my makeup, I noticed a ring of reddish-purple marks around my neck. That bastard had given me a bunch of hickies. I bitched to Sylvia but all she did was laugh at my plight and told me I wasn't the only woman to get a hickie or fight off octopus hands. Monday morning she asked me if I wanted to wear my new skirt and blouse again since my boyfriend seemed to like it so much. "He's not my boyfriend," I screamed in frustration. I opted for my silver stretch pants and a pink shell top. John was all over me that morning as I made his breakfast and tried to clean up the mess he made over the weekend. Not satisfied with his usual groping, he slid his hands under my top to rub my back and bra covered false tits. Twice he slid his hands into my pants to rub my girdle covered ass as he kissed me. I was happy to get away after his lunch to pick up some more cigarettes. With all the unwanted attention I was getting today, I had smoked two packs and was out. As I walked up to the store the two regulars standing out front drinking beer gave me limp wristed waves. "Heard ya had a hot date with John, you two love birds now?" one laughed out as I went past. "Fuck you!" I replied giving him the finger which only elicited more laughter. "Did you have to tell every body?" I tried to sound harsh but it came out more like a whine. "Why only a few people, I thought from the way you two were making out you'd be happy to tell the world of your romance," she giggled back. "That's not funny! And I keep telling you, he's NOT my boyfriend," I fumed. This time I thought I sounded more convincing. "Well he is a boy, a man really but what's the difference and you are his friend. So that makes him your boyfriend," she laughed. The next two weeks continued along that same vein and I was miserable. You wouldn't like it either if some grungy dirty old man kept groping and kissing you. Sylvia took me to a beauty salon on Saturday to have our hair styled. My hair was touching below the shoulders and the split ends were obvious even to me. I didn't think much of it as Sylvia talked quietly with my stylist but I should have then my style might have come out different. I left the salon with my hair trimmed to just above the shoulder which made it easier to manage. It was what she did to my hair that upset me. She had dyed it darker, matching Sylvia's, and added more grey highlights. The following Saturday she took me back to the thrift store. This time I walked out with a dream cycle colored strapless tea dress, strapless claret, pink and raspberry satin and lace bustier, matching garter belt with raspberry satin ribbon bows covering the metal tabs and raspberry high cut nylon panties. She told me I could wear my fishnet hose and pink patent leather four inch spiked heeled pumps we had purchased on our first trip. You guessed it. She had invited John back over for dinner Sunday night. I put up a fuss Sunday afternoon but all that got me was a sound thrashing from her hairbrush. The soft pastel pinkish-orange dress wasn't all that bad I guess. The best thing I could say about it was that it at least covered up more than that little leather skirt. It was made of organza and chiffon just above the knee in length with attached stiff net white petticoats. Sylvia said she had worn one like it over thirty years ago for her prom. The bodice of the dress covered up my chest pretty good but the base of my fake tits was visible. Sylvia used some makeup to cover the seams and they looked way too real for my comfort. She had me paint my two inch nails in a frosted hot pink and use my matching lipstick. She took me completely by surprise when she parted my hair down the middle, brushed it out to form two high pig tails tied off with pink satin ribbon bows. I looked like a damn fool and told her so. "That's for not cooperating earlier today, besides, I think your boyfriend will like it," she said dismissively. She ignored my, "He's not my boyfriend," response. John went gaga when I met him at the door. He absolutely adored my outfit and thought my pig tails "just the cutest." He used them to hold my head close to his as we French kissed most of the night after dinner. This time I kept my eyes on him when I sat down on the settee. I didn't want to wind up sitting on his lap again. As soon as Sylvia left us "love birds" alone, he went into over drive. It was all I could do to maintain my modesty. This time she didn't return until it was almost bed time. John used that time to not only to grope and kiss but pulled out his surprisingly large dick. He used my pig tails to pull my head toward it but I managed to avoid what he wanted me to do. I panicked as my face neared and grabbed it with my hand. I began giving him a hand job and he seemed satisfied with that. He clasped his big hand over mine, released my pig tails and leaned back singing the praises of Viagra. Later when I sat to remove my heavy and smeared makeup, I noticed a ring of hickies running across my chest. I hate these so called dinners and feel like a cheap piece of meat especially after what I had done. I had to scrub my hand ten times before it felt clean. Monday morning Sylvia made me wear my baby blue tube top with my black bra straps visible along with my embarrassing hickies. I was also wearing my tightest black Capri's and white three inch wedgies. At least with these tight pants John wouldn't be able to dig his hands inside them to squeeze my ass. As I entered his apartment I prayed that would be all he would try to do. Alas, before the day was over I had to give him another hand job. As distasteful as that was it was a hell of a lot better than the other thing I knew he wanted. Summer was coming to an end and I was still stuck living with Sylvia and having to spend my days with John. By now everyone knew I was seriously dating John even the hair stylist. I had been so controlled and changed that I pretty much stopped fighting back. I was accepting the role Sylvia determined a More 120's smoking woman should have. I dressed and looked like a mature woman even though I turned nineteen going on twenty a few months back. I was too worn out to avoid giving John his daily hand job or letting him paw and slobber over me all he wanted. What was the use? One day I took his laundry down to the laundromat. A task I wasn't all that comfortable with as no telling who else would be down there and see me. I had had little contact with the neighbors spending most of my time either with John or Sylvia. So I wasn't comfortable being around them for any length of time. Old Mrs. Willsfort came in after I had loaded the dryer. She gave me a smile and said hello as she put her basket of clothing down. She was a customer of mine when I delivered newspapers and I hoped she didn't recognize me. I stood with my rump pressed against the folding table, smoking my More and watching her out of the corner of my eye. I was hoping she would get the washer going then leave. Once she had loaded her washer, she took out some yarn and began knitting. Without looking up from what she was doing said, "You're that gay boy who use to deliver my newspaper, aren't you?" I guess my mouth must have dropped open as she said, "Close your mouth dear, you'll catch flies. Don't look so shocked, everyone in the neighborhood knows about you." "Th....they do?" I could only stammer. "Of course dear but don't worry. Most folks have too much on their own plates to worry about you. Besides, I think it is really sweet of you to help out John. He's had no one to look out for him except his sister Sylvia," she stated. "Sylvia is his sister!" I blurted. "Yes dear, you don't have to shout. I'm not deaf you know. Like I was saying, it's nice of you to spend time with him. I have three children and ten grandchildren but poor John really doesn't have anyone since his boyfriend passed and left Sylvia the mini mart. No, it's good that you are spending so much time with him," she said with a wink. "OMG! She thinks we're having sex," flashed through my mind before another more troubling thought. "Mr. Monroe was John's boyfriend! Sylvia is his sister! Shit! Everyone knows about me! Crap! I'm so fucked!" My mind was in turmoil as I stood frozen staring at the seated woman. Thoughts were whirling around in my head like crazy, my breathing and heart rates jumping. The loud buzzing coming from the dryer as the load was finished pulled me back to the here and now. As I removed the clothes and put them into the hamper I realized what Sylvia had done. We weren't having sex as such and she never forced me into that role. She had made me John's baby sitter. I said goodbye to Mrs. Willsfort and headed back to the apartment. I put the hamper down and went to see Sylvia. She had fucked me over just so her brother could have a baby sitter. I had to wait as she checked out two customers before I could confront her. When I did, she laughed, picked up her More, took a deep drag then blew the smoke directly into my face. "Sugar, hun, don't get your panties in a bunch." "I'm not wearing panties!" I snapped back. "Look Sugar, so what if I wanted John to have some company. You're the one who wanted so desperately to smoke More 120's. All I did was make you look and act like what a More smoker should. That's all and getting you helping out my older brother was just a side benefit. If you don't like it, you can always leave. It's not like you're chained to the wall or anything," she replied. "Wher....where could I go? I don't have any money and after what you did to me, my mother won't have me back," I said in frustration. "None of that is my concern hun. You put yourself right where you are standing. I only helped you along. I was going to tell you this later but I might as well do it now. I want you out of my house. I don't care where you go or what you do from now on. I'm tired of giving you free room and board as well as your clothing and other necessities," she coldly said. "Go," I gasped not believing my ears. "Yes, pack your things and go. You might ask John if he will take you but you will be out of my house by tomorrow morning. It's about lunch time so you better get back over there before I lose my temper any more than I already have," she angrily replied. I walked back to John's in a daze. What I had dreamed of, what I had longed for came true. She was releasing me, letting go and I would be free. Yes I was free but free to do what? I couldn't go home. I couldn't seek out any of my old friends. I didn't have any money or male clothing. The only thing I had was John. Shit!

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Hie friends. This is Navin, back again with another experience. My first incident was told in Taste Of My Elder Sister’s Virginity. Now i’m back here with another. For those who dont know me – i’m 5’11 feet, avg color and avg body , decent looking. Few Girls tell me that i look similar to actor Dhanush and few tell me that i resemble actor Vishal. i’m a volleyball player. So here it goes. This took place 6 months back . I got into a reputed collage in chennai. Now i’m in second year. During the...

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My Wife Is Spanked By A Young Mentor

We're an older couple. We were having issues and rather than letting them fester and arguing all the time, we decided to get counseling  from a colleague who knew both of us. The result was that she suggested that we both needed to give some and that we should decide how we wanted to settle disagreements. My last remark was:" my wife needs a spanking, in fact lots of them to make up for lost time." I never thought anything about it till we both got home.  That evening a young man's voice on the...

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Mentoring My Trainee Ch 01

This story is the grey area between reality and imagination. Some of it happened, some, I wish had happened. This being my maiden attempt, it would take some time to reach the sexual content. Also, the category would shift as my story proceeds – it could be Loving Wife or Erotic Coupling. As of now, I begin my Romance! ‘Beautiful!’ I murmured, half-aloud, looking at her, my lovely student. Her back was turned to me, as she wrote some detail on the white-board about the study material...

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Dri the Pet of the Mentoring course

It wasn't the first time we'd met, it was a coaching certification course two years ago. Now it was a specialization in mentoring. As in 2017 Adriana was the instructor, the Master, who during the week would pass all the methodology on the subject tô professionals like me who want tô deepen the use of these new techniques.Things of the modern world. Debatable, but there's your efficiency.White, medium height, dark brown hair, round face, light green eyes and a sweet smile, although sad, since...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

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

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Motherless Amateur

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

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Motherless BBW

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

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Motherless Voyeur

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

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Aether Guardians

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

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Motherless Creampie

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

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Motherless Cuckold

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

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Motherless Horror

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

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Motherless Incest

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

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Mentoring My Son A Mothers Story

"Mentoring My Son… A Mother’s Story"This work is a fictional biography, and is intended for the enjoyment of adults only. It broke my heart to see how some of the neighborhood k**s and his classmates treated him. They called him geek, nerd, weird, strange, wimp, and even pussy. It wasn’t his fault that he was painfully shy, incredibly intelligent, un-athletic and awkward… and that he had no interest or talent in sports of any kind. It broke my heart to see how they treated him because he...

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Mentoring College Bound Boys

Mentoring College Bound BoysBy: Londebaaz Chohan A college bound guy, could not be called a boy but for the non-availability of a better word, Vernon was a Paper boy. A high school junior and very hopeful to attend the nearby community college, Vernon lived couple houses away from Lexington. Lexington was almost 34, unmarried, bisexual male, leading a very active and exciting sex life, having a lot of fun doing all lovely things. He had not only coached Vernon in the little league baseball team...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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

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Thea Chapter Four

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

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Thea and Sam

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

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Motherless

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

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Motherless Interracial

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

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

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

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Motherless Scat

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

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Motherless Fappening

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

The Fappening
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Absinthe Dreams

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

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Motherless Arab

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

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Motherless Facials

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

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Thea

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

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Motherless Fetish

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

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Mentoring Brandon Chapter 6

Introduction: The Game is On – More to everything leading up to our Boys love MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 6: The Big Game, Part 2 This was the practice to end all practices, or so we were told. The coaches were going to make sure that we all were ready for the game with Oskie. Coach Kistner, the defensive line/linebacker coach worked the varsity group, while, Coach Marsh was with Jerry and Brandon, teaching them their responsibilities in the new system. After 45 minutes, we took our...

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Mentoring Brandon 3

Introduction: Continuing Story of Brandon and Bob MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 3: An Afternoon to Remember! Are you okay with this? I asked Brandon as I was sliding my fingers closer to his manhole. Oh, yes, it feels good, was the reply I wasnt really expecting. I thought, with him having never been with another male before, this might be a bit too much. But, with his verbal reaction, as well as the reaction I was feeling with my fingers, I knew that he was ready. As he continued to...

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Mentoring Niece For Adulthood

Hi indian sex stories dot net readers Nilima is my niece, sister’s daughter. She was studying in 9th class(18 years old at the time ). Her parents are into the job. Once I had to visit their city for my office work. I stayed with them for two weeks. Nilu had summer vacation, so she was at home and her parents were going for their work during the day. My office work used to get over early by 3.00pm and then Nilu and I used to be at home till her parents come home by 6 pm or so. We used to watch...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

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

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

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

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

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

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

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

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Thelma and her brother

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

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Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

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

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

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

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