Caregiver (Part 2) free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)
CAREGIVER Part II by Natalie Finn In this second installment of Caregiver, a short story by a new author, Shawn's older sister continues to dominate him. Shawn has a second strange dream, this one more frightening than the first. He has his first romantic feelings and his first date, but his world continues to be quite strange in other respects. The Resistance I dreamt I was a strong fisherman in a row boat, struggling against a huge silver fish. The stormy sky was becoming dark. Soon stars would appear. I had been fighting the fish for hours. I would pull against the thick fishing line with my gloved hands, feeling like my arms would rip away from my body, feeling the large muscles in my back and legs as I pushed against the sides of the boat with both of my bare feet, resisting the pull of the magnificent fish. The fish would jump high out of the water and I could see his shiny silver body and long spear of his nose, before he fell back into the water with a giant splash. I pulled with all my might and the fish jumped again and dove. Sometimes he would swim at my small boat and hit the sides with his huge tail, or try to spear me on the long sword of his nose. When he hit my boat, the wooden spars would groan and scream in protest under the stress, and other times I could hear the wood crack and splinter. My boat began to take on water, and I looked through the gloom, trying to see the lights of shore. I fought the fish all night. In the morning I opened my eyes and the fish and the fishing line were both gone. I awoke sitting in my boat, bloody water half way to the gunnels of my little craft. I saw a deep gash in my thigh and another in my waist. I screamed. I looked over the edge of the boat at the calm, blue water. Three large sharks came in close to my boat and the biggest one bumped the hull, showing a grinning mouth of sharp teeth. I no longer had the will to fight. I woke up with sun streaming into my bedroom. I pushed back my bed clothes and saw the silky camisole and tap pants I was wearing. I remembered the cooking class with Jacqueline and my late-night conversation with Marilyn. I pictured the humiliating, feminine situations I had been put in the day before. I slipped out of my lingerie and threw them in the corner. "I don't think I'll ever wear those things again," I thought. "What a trip!" I put on my thick glasses, and naked, went into the bathroom and looked at the acne cleanser and the inflamed acne on my face. "No improvement that I can see," I thought. I decided not to treat my acne. I went back to my bedroom and opened my dresser. The top drawer, I noted with disdain, contained only women's underwear and a few tops and skirts. The other drawers contained my black outfits and white outfits that looked a bit feminine, too. The other drawers were empty except for a single pair of blue jeans. My closet had only a few skirts hanging and a white smock. On the floor of my closet, I saw several pairs of shoes, my medium-heeled espadrilles and a few women's heels. What am I going to wear? I thought, irritated. The silk pajamas on my chair, and the blue jeans were the only somewhat masculine things in the whole room. "Marilyn," I called out, "where are all my boy clothes?" No answer. I groaned. I pulled open top drawer and pulled out one of the white no- line panties and slid them up my smooth legs. I remembered that Marilyn knew about my tiny penis and had actually apologized and commented that I might never be able to please a woman or have babies. I again felt the humiliation of my small penis as I adjusted my panties, presenting a completely flat crotch and my smooth hips. I must cover my legs somehow, I thought. I pulled open the third drawer again and pulled out the blue jeans. I pulled them on, but they were much snugger in the crotch than any of my jeans. I pulled them up to my waist anyway. I felt a tight compression on my tiny cooked macaroni as it squeezed up into my crotch. I pulled the jeans up again and noticed they created a completely flat, girlish front. I turned and looked in the mirror and noticed the bubble of my butt and hips. I put on the pajama top, its cream colored silk clinging to my chest and waist, and extending down to my hips. I buttoned all of the round silk buttons. My jeans were dragging a bit on the ground, but I certainly wasn't going to put on any heels. I rolled the bottom three inches to make a rolled cuff. Unfortunately, my toes still sported the French manicure. I checked my finger nails. They too, glistened. I went back to my bathroom and looked for some polish remover or some alcohol. Nothing. I have to remember to do something about that, I pledged. My hair disheveled and my long bangs standing straight up, I walked downstairs and saw my mother and Marilyn on the patio. I retrieved the shears from a kitchen drawer and cut some white roses from the garden and put them in a fresh vase. I looked at the shears and thought, Maybe I should cut my bangs! Instead, I carried the vase out to the table, and kissed my Mom and Marilyn each on the cheek and said good morning. "It's 10 am, sleepy head," she said, putting a purple pill on my plate next to a piece of toast. There was a tall glass of the green slime. "There's warm oatmeal if you want it on the stove. Did you sleep well?" "I actually did. I dreamt I was a fisherman," I replied, smoothing down my hair a bit. "Well, drink your juice and take you acne pill," she said, eyeing my jeans and silk pajama top. I thought about declining, but instead, just took the pill and swallowed the entire glass of juice in one long guzzling gulp. I put down my glass and beat my chest like Tarzan. "Me feel very strong today!" I said with as low and grumbly a voice as I could muster. It didn't have the desired effect. I just couldn't generate a low voice. Mother looked over at me. "You know you were a very nice girl yesterday taking me to the hospital in your pretty smock with your nicely arranged hair, your pretty hands and legs and new shoes." "Oh, I almost forgot," I said dimly. "And then at dinner, you looked so radiant and beautiful in your maroon top and black skirt," Mom said. "Thanks, Mom," I said, hoping everyone would just forget yesterday. "Your legs are so pretty. When we can see them again?" she exclaimed. "I hate to see you wearing jeans like that, sweetie. A pretty girl should really show her legs if she has nice ones." "I'm not a girl, Mom," I said calmly. "Yesterday was special, because I love you. But I don't think we should plan on doing that again." I looked at her, feeling my determination bubbling to the surface. I kept my face calm and pleasant. "I told him that would be fine, Mom," Marilyn said. Mom frowned and sighed and looked out to the garden. "Shawn, as I think I mentioned last night, I'd like you to go an optometrist and try some contact lenses." I nodded as I looked around the table. "Also I saw last night that you're almost done with your free sample treatments of the acne medication, and I don't want you running out. That would set you back. I think it's really helping your acne and redness, and I think we should go ahead and plunk down some money and do this thing right. So I need to send you over to Clinique to pick up some more." "I don't think it's working. It's probably a big waste of money," I said, reaching for a jar of strawberry jam that sat in front of my mother. She ignored my comment. "You know, since you're going to be there anyway, you might want to ask Jacqueline if she can join you at the mall, Marilyn said conversationally. "She's such a wonderful girl. I really like her. Why don't you invite her to tea or ice cream or something?" At the unexpected mention of Jacqueline's name, I jerked, fully awake, almost dropping my knife as I absently spread jam on a piece of toast. It clattered loudly onto my plate. Mother glared at me. Suddenly, into my head swam a picture of my beautiful classmate and cooking teacher in her orange sundress, slender shoulders and silk-tied pony tail. I said dumbly, "You mean ask her to have tea with me?" "Of course, silly. Don't you think she's pretty? I think you two might really hit it off together. She seemed to really like you." I thought about the shamelessly feminine way I was dressed the previous evening. "You mean a date?" I asked. Mom dreamily glanced to Marilyn and then me. "No, I mean meet at the mall for a snack. It's nothing. Just a get together. You're at the mall anyway. Why? Are you nervous?" she asked, teasing me, but smiling. "No," I said, nervously. "I just don't feel like I should ask her on a date. I mean she's the prettiest girl in the whole school. Also, she saw me wearing a skirt last night!" "It's not a date," she said, and then she picked up her cell phone and touched the screen a few times. "It's ringing," she announced, while I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Hi Jacqueline! It's Marilyn! Thank you for last night. It was everything I dreamed it would be. Shawn wanted to thank you, too, and ask you a question." She handed the phone to me. My heart was thumping like a big Japanese drum. I thought about Jacqueline's beautiful face and her long brown silken hair. My tiny macaroni, Mr. Pinky stirred weakly in my panties. I tried to focus on forming my thoughts and my words. I exhaled. I inhaled. "Hi Jacqueline, last night was great. Listen, I need to go over to the mall tomorrow and I wondered if you'd like to grab a cup of tea or something, you know, if you were out and about?" Marilyn nearly dropped her fork, she was so impressed at how casually and confidently I delivered the invitation. I heard Jacqueline's sweet voice say, "I work prep at the restaurant tomorrow during the day, but I'd love to do it today after my cooking class. Can you meet at 4pm? Then we can have our cooking lesson at six." "Sure, that sounds great!" I said thrilled that she had said yes. "Could I drop the ingredients for tonight's lesson by your house this afternoon about two?" she asked. "Sure," I said, as Marilyn overhearing Jacqueline's question, gave me two thumbs up. "I might be out, but someone will be here to let you in." "Why don't you meet at the Clinique counter at the department store at 4pm?" Marilyn said to me. "You can take her up to our little restaurant over the city." "Ummm, I need to pick up something for Marilyn at the Clinique counter," I said with a suave I didn't know I possessed. "Can we meet somewhere near there?" "Sure, I need to pick up something, too," Jacqueline replied. "That sounds perfect." I hung up the phone. I let out a mighty breath. I turned and gave high fives to my Mom and then to Marilyn, overjoyed. "Me Tarzan, have date with Jane at mall," I said and beat my chest proudly, feeling that I had just regained my masculine credentials. Marilyn beamed. My heart was bursting with joy and surprise. Although I was a senior in high school, I had never, ever, been on a date with a girl. I had barely even spoken to a girl my age before. Other boys my age had certainly had their first kiss, and held hands, or perhaps even had sex. I was not even in the ball park of those casanovas. So the fact that I actually had a date planned for that afternoon was really quite an accomplishment. "That was the most courageous thing I have ever seen in my life!" Marilyn said in wonder and kissed me on my cheek. "I didn't actually think you'd be able to do it, but you did!" Goodbye, glasses Marilyn suggested I do a quick map search of all the optometrists near the mall and see if there was one who could fit me in that day for a contact lens prescription and fitting. I called a few, and on my third try found an optometrist actually inside the mall, who could see me that afternoon at 2:30. They told me I could count on walking out of the office forty five minutes later with a pair of sample contact lenses in my eyes for about $59 depending on the type of lens. I booked the appointment and hung up the phone. "What a bargain. Fifty nine bucks out the door. And I can still meet Jacqueline at four." I started to gather my keys, my wallet, and my phone. I glanced in the hall mirror. I was still barefoot and wearing tight women's jeans and my silk pajama top. I was determined to look like a boy for my eye appointment and my date with Jacqueline. Maybe she'll forget what a total fucking freak I looked like last night. So I needed a decent pair of shoes and a nice shirt. I didn't have any pockets, so I dropped my keys, wallet and phone on my bed and asked Marilyn where all my underwear and socks had gone, knowing before I asked, that she had thrown them all away. "Garbage collector took them away two days ago, sport. Very sorry. You can buy a shirt at the mall before your big date. Or before the eye doctor. You have a little time." "Okay, but what do I wear now to get to the mall?" I asked. "Let's look at my tops. You can wear your espadrilles," she said, walking towards the stairs. I followed her to her bedroom, and we looked through her dressers and closet and finally found a small tshirt that fit me okay. It was a cotton t-shirt, with feminine cap sleeves, but at least it was black. I put it on. My arms looked awfully thin. I had no biceps. Marilyn handed me the beige sweater that I had worn a few days ago. Although it was feminine, I probably wouldn't have to wear it. "I guess this is the best we can do," she said, glancing at the clock. My doctor's appointment was in less than 20 minutes, but perhaps I could grab a shirt before then. Maybe I could even grab some boy's jeans. This is what money is for, I thought. I ran back to my room and slipped into my black espadrilles with the low heel. The slim cut of the jeans, with the rolled cuffs, ended just above my ankles. I looked at my legs in the tight women's jeans. My crotch was utterly flat and the decoration on my back pockets looked pretty feminine and accentuated the curve of my hips and buttocks. There were just tiny pockets in the front that looked like they would barely hold two dimes and a nickel. At least my dreaded unshaved legs were covered with denim for my date. I have to remember to get some alcohol and remove the damn manicure, I thought. I kissed my mother and said goodbye to Marilyn. She had a white shopping bag with the empty containers of my acne wash and my acne foundation. The bag was big enough to also hold the stupid beige sweater. Marilyn looked me over while she took a credit card out of her purse and zipped it into a tiny pink zippered leather bag. She said, "When you get to Clinique, talk to my friend Jennifer. There are two small jars of night moisturizer in the bag that I need for you to return for me, please. My credit card is in the pink zippered bag, too. Please don't lose it." I realized that I didn't have my wallet, keys or cell phone. I ran back to my room to get them, and realized that they wouldn't fit in the tiny decorative pockets of my jeans. I unzipped the small zippered pink bag that Marilyn had added to my shopping bag. My keys fit, but my wallet was too large. I removed a small wad of cash and my driver's license and slid them into the pink bag, and dropped the bag back into the shopping bag. I felt naked having my most important things in a bag in my hand. I need to get some jeans with some serious pockets, that's for sure. I kissed Marilyn on the cheek and ran out to my car in the driveway praying it would start right away. My car keys were in the stupid pink bag, so standing in the driveway in my tight jeans and black narrow espadrilles, I had to find the pink bag and take my keys out. I found them, and my car started right away. I backed out of the driveway as quickly as I could. Two blocks from home I was pulled over for speeding. The officer, looked me over carefully, and called in my license, but didn't write me a ticket. I arrived at the doctor's with a minute to spare. I looked down and saw I was still wearing a woman's top and woman's jeans. I still had a French manicure and, under my espadrilles, a French pedicure. My eye appointment started late and went long, but at the end of it, I walked out with a comfortable pair of contact lenses. I paid for my exam, glancing at my watch. The receptionist complimented me on my pretty eyes, and said if I liked the sample lenses, I could call back with my credit card and order a six month supply. I watched her eyes study my sister's black t-shirt, the tight crotch of my jeans and my heeled espadrilles. I looked at my watch again. I had twenty-five minutes before my meeting with Jacqueline. I found a store with men's clothes several doors down from the department store. I tried on three pairs of pants and five shirts, wasting valuable time, pulling the pants up my smooth legs and over my nylon panties, before I selected one of each that wasn't a disaster. I fished the pink zippered bag out of a shopping bag. The clerk watched me as I unzipped it with my manicured fingers. I counted only nine dollars in cash! I fished for my credit cards, while the woman at the checkout rang up my shirt and pants. $22 for the pants. $19 for the shirt. That will be $42.68, please. I handed her my credit card. Declined. I tried my ATM card. Declined. My kingdom for a horse. "I'm sorry," I said, in near panic. "Can I take them if I leave my driver's license?" "Uh, no," she said, looking at me over her reading glasses. "Could you hold these for me? I'll be back, I promise!" The sales woman who had helped me frowned and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. She glanced again at my manicured nails and my tight women's jeans, contempt etched on her face, but said nothing. I left the men's clothing store. I walked briskly through the mall, over to the department store, glad that I was wearing my fairly flat espadrilles and glided down the row of cosmetics counters searching for Clinique. My silk top glistened and shimmered. My tight jeans hugged my waist and hips. Mr. Pinky was crushed to nothingness in the restricted confines of the tight, feminine crotch. I felt a wave of shame for my ridiculous, sissy appearance. Several women stood watching me and smiling at me from their stations. At the Este Lauder counter, an attractive young woman in a white smock and white high heels practically blocked my path. She was so sexy and flirtatious, her eyes so pretty, that I paused just long enough to smell the fragrance she sprayed on a small paper stick and handed to me. She insisted that I try it on my wrists. I arrived at the Clinique counter, seven minutes before my date with Jacqueline, with the feminine Este Lauder fragrance hovering around me like a cloud. I asked for Marilyn's friend, Jennifer, one of the five women working, but she was just ringing up another customer. Trying to buy some time, I asked another of the ladies, Suzi, if she could find the match to the acne products I had in my bag. I looked over my shoulder expecting Jacqueline to appear at any moment. Suzi, who complimented me on my pretty fragrance, rang up my two acne products, $70, and I unzipped the pink bag and handed over my credit card with a prayer. Declined. ATM card. Declined. Four minutes to four. I remembered that I also had Marilyn's card, and handed it to Suzi. Jennifer finally cleared with her customer and came over and introduced herself. She was a beautiful woman, tall and very slender, wearing a black sleeveless top, a white mini skirt and plain black pumps. She had short blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was rockin' some fairly dramatic eye makeup. It was tasteful, yet quite striking. I opened my shopping bag and took out the two items Marilyn wanted me to return together with Marilyn's credit card. She picked up her cell phone and called Marilyn, and had a brief conversation. I saw her swipe Marilyn's card. I again nervously looked towards the entrance. "Marilyn says it's not a problem. I've already processed the refund. By the way, I noticed that the foundation you're purchasing is two shades too light for your complexion and you really need to be using the Clinique acne treatment pen before you apply the treatment foundation. I know you're in a hurry, but let me show them to you quickly." She sat me in front of one of the mirrors. Even after the horrors I'd been through, I shook in revulsion at again finding myself in a situation no man would let himself be put. She unwrapped a brand new acne treatment pen. "You apply this to your reddest areas right after you cleanse and dry your face. Let's wipe your face with our makeup removing cloths, which will simulate the acne cleanse. You're glowing a little anyway, and this will look better." She wiped the foundation and powder from my face with a damp, fragrant cloth, bringing to life my vibrant red acne. I prayed she would cover it again quickly! She dried my face with a few clean, soft tissues. She uncapped the treatment pen she was holding. "This pen has a very strong, effective acne formula, and also has a built-in concealer for any problem areas." Jennifer touched and dabbed my face with the pen as I watched the red vanish. "Isn't that amazing?" "Great," I said. "My date is going to be here in five minutes. Could you please help me to look handsome and not girly?" "Not a problem, sport! Marilyn told me you have a hot date." She took two round plastic foundation cases opening them both, and grabbing a brush. "The lighter treatment, goes where you would naturally have highlights: on your upper cheek, on a line down your nose, and on your upper chin and forehead. It accentuates the natural highlights on your face, which is really important because the foundation can tend to make you look very flat. Of course, it's very, very important to blend it a little like this. You can use your fingers, too." She said, touching my face with the powdered brush. She put down the first black case and picked up the second. She picked up a clean brush. "You have really nice cheeks, by the way, Shawn. This slightly darker foundation goes just below your cheek bone to accentuate your cheek's roundness. I'll also apply it here, to the sides of your nose, between your eyes, and along your hairline. It accentuates shadow areas. Now watch to see how I blend this so it looks completely natural?" "Now, I just want to set it with some powder, like Marilyn taught you," she said, taking a round black case of powder, turning it over once and then removing the lid. Taking a big brush, she dipped it in the powder and lightly brushed my entire face. I watched in the mirror, trying to concentrate. I noticed someone's face behind me in the reflection. Jacqueline. Smiling. I nearly jumped. "Hold on, sweetie," Jennifer said, noticing my jump and that my date had arrived. "Almost done. We need to blend a bit more." Jacqueline rested her hand briefly on my shoulder and then sat on a stool a few feet away, watching me in the mirror. Her lovely lips mouthed the word "hello" and smiled. Her beautiful brown eyes twinkled like deep pools. I smiled back sheepishly and waved and shrugged my silky shoulders. I have a date with the prettiest girl in my class, I thought again for the tenth time that day, as I sat in the makeup chair at the Clinique counter with another woman dusting me with face powder. "So do you see how the powder and the two colors really give you this flawless look to your skin?" I looked back at my face in the mirror and nodded, my attention divided between two stunningly beautiful women. I was torn between wanting to be sexy, handsome and masculine for my date with Jacqueline, and yet I was completely unable to distance myself from the makeup counter and the makeup being applied to my face. This is my first date with Jacqueline, my first date ever with a girl, and it starts out with me wearing women's jeans and a silk top, and getting dusted with face powder at the makeup counter. Jeez! Jennifer's words invaded my thoughts. "This treatment is great for covering acne, but unfortunately it also bleaches out your lips and your eyes. So we need to wipe away the powder from your lips with just a wet cue tip, like this. And then we just want to give you a little lip moisturizer," she said, brushing on some lip balm with still another brush. "You can do this with a finger or a brush. Now squeeze your lips together, Shawn." I squeezed my lips and then opened them, looking up at Jennifer. My lips glistened. "You are so sweet, Shawn," she said. Working fast, she took a pencil and another tube. "We also need to bring back your eyes, but still have you look boyish. There's all this powder on your lids flattening out your look and making you look pasty, so let me give you a thin line on your upper lid. This is our espresso eye pencil." Jennifer had me look down, while she carefully and quickly drew the pencil across my eye lid. It tickled. She put down the pencil and picked up the tube, pulling a brush out of it. "We need to neutralize all that face powder on your long lashes. This is a clear lash treatment with a slight coffee tint, which will restore your lash color. It makes them a bit thicker, but that will look nice, I think, with your beautiful brown eyes. Let me just give you a touch up on your eyebrows, too, to get that powder off." She brushed my lashes and then I felt a tickle on my forehead as she lightly brushed my eyebrows. She stepped back from my stool a few feet, glanced at Jacqueline, smiled, and glanced back at me. "Oh my gawd, Shawn, you really have long lashes! Let me try something. Hold on." She opened a drawer and reached for a small, wiry, metal tool and, carefully holding it up to my face, squeezed my lashes and held it for a few seconds. "This eyelash tool will open up your eyes a bit, so you can see your date better." She grinned as she applied a bit more lash treatment to my lashes. In the reflection, I saw Jacqueline smile beside me and reach up with her fingers to brush a stray strand of hair from her dark eyes. She smiled again, and winked at me. She's so pretty when she smiles, I thought. I can't believe I'm on a date with her! I felt my little Mr. Pinky stir in the confines of my panties, like a tiny baby mouse slowly on a Sunday morning. He was dull and soft, but like a baby mouse, realizing, perhaps, that today was a new day. "Just one more thing," Jennifer said, interrupting my lustful thoughts. "This is a blusher. Let's blend in a small amount of pink into your cheeks to bring back a healthy spring into them. It looks like you're getting some sun, and we just want your face to show that, too." She followed with some more translucent powder to flawlessly blend the pink. Jennifer stood back, still holding the powder brush. Jacqueline tilted her head, looking at me in the mirror. I winked at her and then looked at my own transformed face. I was still not used to seeing my own face without glasses. The change from that morning was striking. I had beautiful, clear skin and healthy color in my cheeks. But my eyes looked like someone else's. They were large, expressive, striking and beautiful. My lashes looked long, soft and luscious. I was pleased to see how clear my skin looked, but I realized with an unpleasant jolt, that my small face looked quite feminine. "Ummm, I don't know about all this," I said. "The look is awfully dramatic, isn't it?" "Quite dramatic, yes." Studying the pink on my cheekbones and the gradual toning and shaping of my face, I realized that my skin looked a lot like the pictures of the women in the large displays all around me. "I mean, it's a little too feminine for me," I stammered nervously. "I mean, it looks like a lot of makeup for a guy like me." "Well, there is quite a bit of product on, but it's really necessary to both treat and cover your severe acne. The amazing thing," Jennifer continued as she studied at my eyes, "is that most of the things you have on are all free because you're buying the acne treatment. We have a springtime offer of a free Clinique bag with Clinique products all for free when you spend $130 or more. The acne vanishing treatment pen plus the two foundations comes to $112. If you buy the lash tool for $7 and the face powder for $11, that will put you slightly over the top." Jennifer calculated in her head, with the tip of eye pencil in her pretty pink mouth. I couldn't believe it was so expensive just to treat my acne. "What you get for free is your three brushes, our signature Clinique tinted lash treatment, our professional eye pencil in black and cappuccino, and the Spring time blusher as well as a full lip pallet and a full eye shadow palate. And these aren't crappy convenience store palates, but our very best Clinique colors and shades. It also comes with a professional mirror and a very nice zippered black travel bag." Jacqueline was listening and rose from her chair and stood near my stool almost touching my arm with her hip. "I guess so," I said, unsure about all the women's makeup, but I couldn't think straight having the beautiful Jacqueline stand so close to me that I could smell her fragrance and feel the heat from her body. Jennifer smiled, "I'll tell you what. Let's run it by Marilyn." Jennifer reached for her cell phone, but continued to look at me with her beautiful eyes. I could feel Jacqueline's softness and warmth on my arm as I was trying to concentrate on Jennifer's free offer. Jennifer said, "Hi Marilyn, it's Jennifer again." She turned away from me. Jacqueline, smiling sweetly, stepped in front of me. "Hi Shawn," she gushed. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek happily. Tiny Mr. Pinky, woken by the proximity of the beautiful Jacqueline, tried with all his might to rise to the occasion. He grew to about the size of a AAA battery for a few brief seconds before giving up the battle and relaxing to his more comfortable pliable softness, the size of a small pen cap. "That's actually really a bargain, you know. I was going to buy a $20 lipstick today, so if you want, you could probably take off one of the items and still be over $130, but you really should have them all. You look really, really, really cute! Let's hurry so we can go get our snack." I squirmed in my seat, feeling the humiliation of my silky panties again controlling and overwhelming my tiny manhood. I tried to focus on whether my face looked too feminine. I couldn't seem to think straight. "You don't think it's a bit over-done? I mean, isn't it a bit too feminine?" I asked Jacqueline. "It's a really good look, Shawn. Look what it's done for your skin. It's completely amazing!" Jennifer hung up. "It's settled, let's run Marilyn's card and you can be on your way." She started to put my purchases in a medium-sized white Clinique shopping bag. I started to search my pockets, but realized I had nothing in the tiny pockets of my women's jeans, and instead fished Marilyn's credit card out of my other shopping bag. Jennifer noticed my manicured fingernails when I handed her the card, but only smiled. I removed the beige women's sweater and folded the now empty bag and left it on my chair as I stood up. "Here's a perfect sized bag for the sweater, and your receipt," Jennifer said, holding open a second medium-sized, very nice white shopping bag with Clinique in black, Helvetica letters. "You've been so great, Shawn. Please come again and bring Jacqueline with you." I hugged Jennifer goodbye, and thanked her, feeling her young breasts push against my chest as we embraced.

Same as Caregiver (Part 2) Videos

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Caregiver Part 3

CAREGIVER Part III by Natalie Finn In this third exciting installment of Caregiver, Shawn has still more strange dreams, and stranger adventures. Shawn's older sister continues to dominate and feminize him. While he continues to be humiliated by, but resistant to, his sister's efforts, he is thrilled to be the romantic target of his beautiful cooking teacher. My date with Jacqueline Jacqueline switched the hand she was using to hold her handbag, and grabbed my hand and...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Caregiver in Love Part 3 continuing the Caregiver Saga

Caregiver in Love Part 3 In which Shawn endures a long visit to the mall and further unwelcome feminization. The Fitting Marilyn led me back to the department store. We stepped on the escalator to the second floor and went to the intimate apparel section. Marilyn got the attention of the attractive lady clerk who glided over to where we were standing. "Could you check to see if my niece is correctly fitted for the bra she's wearing? And we want to find a good bra insert to...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

Caregiver in Love Part 4 continuing the Caregiver Saga

Caregiver in Love Part 4 In which Shawn finally fights back against his feminization. Toes, fingers and Mr. Pinky weigh in In the car ride home, Marilyn put down the top of her convertible and we listened to music as the warm breeze and sun played on our bare legs. Marilyn pushed a button to raise a special screen to minimize the wind blowing on my new haircut. Even though we were driving down a tree- lined boulevard at thirty miles per hour, I could feel only a very slight...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Caregiver with benefits

I was appointed as caregiver for a friends aging uncle, my duties included cleaning house and doing laundry and assisting in bathing him because he had trouble getting in and out of shower. Anyways one afternoon after tidying up his home, i laid out fresh clothes for him and helped him to the shower. I had to strip him and help into the shower. I adjusted the temperature and soaped up my hands to wash him. Now this man although older still had a large cock even soft, nevertheless I continued...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 143
  • 0

Xena Versus The Spartans

It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 108
  • 0

Historia 8 La Cita 2 Parte

Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 74
  • 0

Compartments

Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...

Love Stories
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 127
  • 0

Compartments

(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 93
  • 0

ma femme et mon client 2eme partie

nous etions a table et attendions les miss qui etaient partie se faire un brin de toilettes ,le temps nous semblaient long ,trop long mon client et nous decidons d aller voir ce qu elle faisaient etant donné qu on avait tres faimnous montons dans ma chambre ou se trouve aussi notre salle de bain privative et la en entrant dans la chambre nous les voyons toute les deux nue sur le lit ,encore humide de la douche avec un etalage de gode ma femme a une collection exceptionnelle ,j avoue je lui en...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 90
  • 0

Sunday with Miss Suzy Premire partie

Sunday--Miss Suzy Premi?re partie "The best things in life are free. The second best are very expensive." Since I de-planed in the Big Apple (I came from Ohio, but am most certainly not a Scientologist--unless an impeccable platinum banded solitaire ring of about five carats is part of the deal) I've had oodles of marriage proposals and was even, briefly, engaged. All very flattering, but I can afford to be choosy--or could. I think it's well past time if a lady is unmarried at 3...

Humor
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 91
  • 0

ProfNigma Stories 1 iCarly One Night Part1

ProfNigma Stories #1 iCarly: One Night Part1 iCarly: One Night Part 1It was a late night in the iCarly studio as Carly, Sam, and Freddie cleaned up the mess from one of their skits. The gag revolved around Gibby diving into a k*ddie pool full of chicken salad while dressed a chicken suit, but as humorous as it had seemed in the planning stages, the stench, hours later, was certainly not funny."Whose dumb idea was this in the first place!?" Sam yelled as she cleaned up the car prop on the far...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 107
  • 0

Neha Became Whore 8211 Part1

This is my real life story which started 2 years back when I got married to my beautiful wife Neha.She was 21 years and looked like 16 but she had full grown assets and almost nobody could spare a glance. The first 6 months was real first and we had an awesome sex life in spite of being a arranged marriage. She has been always shy to sexual things and I felt good in exposing that. Slowly we started fetish and BDSM to spice up our boring life. We bought lot of BDSM equipments as well in our...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 99
  • 0

Neighbor Bhabhi My Dream Girl 8211 Part1

Hello i am Aryan back with my second story. My First Story “RELATION WITH COUSIN SISTER”() was posted few days back.. Received many mails for that. Thank you for writing to me. If you want to write anything about that story also then write to me on my new mail id i.e. I just want to say that all the stories which i will post here are my true experience. I don’t have time to post fake or fantasy story here. Any girls or Bhabhi want to contact me for satisfaction or for chat then they can...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 80
  • 0

Doctor Doctor Dirty Doctor Part1

Doctor Doctor, Dirty Doctor. Part1I (Ashley) was a hot blonde 18year old girl, Had big breasts almost a 36D, I was tall, Had long hair, Long legs, Had perfect curves, Perfect round ass, A bald tight pussy and lovely pink sensitive nipples with a perfect size areola.I was a horny girl, Always had the many boyfriends, Had sex very often and enjoyed oral.I was popular and famous in my school for my 'slut' image and my hot boyfriends.I wanted to join the Cheerleading team of my high school. The...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 77
  • 0

bookworm woman encounter part1

I had only met her earlier that evening at the book club at the library, an evening discussing literature followed by a drink in a pub would now turn into a highly charged sexual encounter.There was an awkward silence as she put the key in the lock and opened the door, we went inside, the silence quickly blown away by us kissing passionately and the sound of her dropping her bags on the floor. A momentary pause as she apologised for the mess, I couldn't care less.We slowly moved to the sofa,...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 78
  • 0

Katie Lusts Her Father PART2

Introduction: Will Katie finally be able to fuck her father? THIS IS THE SECOND PART TO KATIE LUSTS HER FATHER. THIS IS ONLY MY THIRD STORY. DO NOT BE HARSH ON THE GRAMMER I AM WORKING ON IT. I KNOW IT MAY BE SHORT, BUT I LIKE PEOPLE TO BE HANGING ON EVERY WORD AND TO BE WANTING MORE. I WRITE BETTER IN A SHORT FORM. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ON THIS OR ANY OTHER POSTS I HAVE MADE. MY DREAM IS TO BE A EROTICA WRITER AND I NEED ALL THE HELP/ADVICE I CAN GET. HOPE YOU ENJOY PART2. ...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 100
  • 0

Casino Pays Out Big Time Part2

Casino Pays Out Big Time Part2As Sarah, Kevin & myself laid spent on the huge king size bed in my casino hotel room I learned that they really were in trouble. They had lost a lot of money. They had no way home, no money for food and no place to stay for the night. Since I had just won a large amount of money I decided to help them out. Turned out they lived only 20 minutes away from my house (which was 2 hours from the casino). I told them they were welcome to stay the night with me and I...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 71
  • 0

My Boss Mr Paul Cooper Part2

My Boss, Mr. Paul Cooper: Part2I walked towards the couch to start my strip tease for Charles, Paul played a little slutty music in the background for Charles to have a good show. I got in the camera view and winked at charles and bent forward jiggling my boobs for him on cam.. "Hey there Charles, Why don't you screen this in your conference room, Only the strip tease part, on the projector and get a few of your members to join you in this show too? Then we'll give you a pvt screen of our...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 89
  • 0

Hubbyrsquos fantasy turns into his nightmare Part2

Part2"Is this naughty enough for you?" I ask. His cum all over my face. He's nodding, and as he's doing so I get my index finger and sc**** up the cum on my chin and suck it off my finger. I do the same with the cum on my cheek."Now come over here and give me yours!" I demand. Jeremy walks over, his hard cock bouncing as he walks. I reach up and grab it firmly, giving it a good squeeze as I pull it into my mouth. I'm working his cock good for about a minute when I feel Jeron's hands on my...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 54
  • 0

South of Bikini 4 Departures

With Clemson slipping away once again, Alex and company decide some 'R and R' might be good for morale, but is 1944 Hartford ready for the Empress and her entourage? How could a young girl, killed in 1942 Burma, possibly make one of Emily's hometown neighbor's life complete? Episode 5 "Departures" 1050hrs, Pearl Harbor, August 20th, 1944 "Cap, Admiral Demmit and Mrs. Scott just appeared on the bridge," Jack informed...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 70
  • 0

Patchwork People XXVIII Departures

XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 70
  • 0

TNWS01 The Girl With The Voice of an AngelChapter 25 Two Sudden Departures

One aspect of these sex sessions that Jessie Harper found herself noting and being really intrigued about was the way she always seemed to have a much better singing voice the next day at a choir practice or even at a church performance as a result. Somehow all the naked, sexual fun of the night before seemed to enhance her auditory awareness and her ability to find perfect pitch when she was about to perform. And it was one such sex session at the Terrence’s house the day before the final...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 67
  • 0

Manufacturing a Partnership

Manufacturing a Partnership Part One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT "Hey, you ok?" said Greg seeing Blake looking wiped as rummaged through the red pocketbook on the vanity. "I'm fine," shivered Blake as he stood staring at his reflection. "But I need a minute. This has all been just too much to handle!" He took a deep breath standing in front of the bathroom vanity clutching the ends with his hands quickly becoming mindful of his sharp long...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 74
  • 0

My first encounterin a train compartment

My first encounter...in a train compartment.It was almost exactly a year since my 'Changing Room' incident that was revealed in my previous story. I was a year older, but was I any wiser? I'd been working away from home for the whole of my summer holidays and it was time to return there, and then within days back to school. I was 16 and had been 'sort of apprenticed' to a foreman in charge of refurbishing shops for the last 6 weeks. The job wasn't really the type most schoolboys got in their...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 40
  • 0

Terrace View Apartments

Author's note: this is actually an older story that I wrote almost 15 years ago. A gentleman who has been encouraging me to write these sissy stories suggested that I post some of my older work online here, so that all of my stories would be available to read in one place. I hope that you enjoy this story; Sissy Michelle The Terrace View Apartments: Chapter 1 - Danielle I got a great job, right after I graduated from college. And while the job required that I relocate from my...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 62
  • 0

Terrace Height Apartments

Many would have considered the Terrace Heights Apartments a dump. It was a square five-story building that stood atop a small ridge in southwestern Madison WI. The exterior was covered fake fieldstone, including the small balcony outside each apartment. That fieldstone was dirty and weathered from years of neglect. The first floor hallway was dimly lit. The dark green paint on the walls didn’t help any. The area off that hallway which held the vending machines was lit by the lights inside the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 39
  • 0

Book 1 Milady and the DragonChapter 7 Partings

Collin pulled her closer against his chest, his hands softly caressing her breasts, he heard her moan, he came awake, for a moment confused, looking at the sleeping woman in his arms he smiled softly at her. This was what he wanted, to feel her warm body and see her sweet face as he woke each morning, to hear her gentle breathing and feel it against his skin. His hand lay on her stomach, he gently rubbed his hand back and forth, A hatchling, no he corrected himself, a child, a human child,...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 47
  • 0

The Three Signs Book 1 CathyChapter 15 Partings

After the first month or so of school, memories of the summer holidays had faded quickly. The study workload had increased dramatically, and I was glad I had taken the time to set myself a strict program. With schoolwork, practice for my next piano grade exam, and rehearsals and playing at the Mirage, Friday nights were my only regular free time. After the blow-up with Katey Jackson, I didn’t bother going to the youth group meetings on Sunday nights, which gave me some time to get things...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 38
  • 0

Female DelightsChapter 2 Partings

The trouble came when EK0803 was assigned to wait on table at a banquet and was grabbed by an old retired army officer who had been a close friend of the Emir's father. He was now almost totally unable to perform sexually, and when he failed with EK0803 it was natural that he should blame her. He complained loudly to the Emir in front of several other guests and the Emir decreed that she should be given to the old man as some small recompense; he could then do with her whatever he wished....

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 39
  • 0

The Partnership

THE PARTNERSHIP June recognised the woman she was standing beside at the counter of the department store. She could not remember her name but knew she had seen her somewhere before. They were both in the lingerie department about to pay for their goods. In the woman's arms were two outlandish night dresses and several pairs of underwear that were definitely too big for her. "For the mother-in-law?" June inquired, and the lady replied, "Actually no, for my husband." June just...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

Tales From Mist WorldChapter 14 A Rude Awakening and Departure

Jake’s dreamed of him and Catherine standing on the bridge of the Karenna sailing the skies. In the dream, Catherine was holding their infant son. The eels were there along with many tiny eels floating around them. The dream changed, Jake was laying in his bed. Catherine was lightly stroking his face. Then she kissed him and covered him with a blanket. The dream ended and he drifted deeper into slumber. He was awoken by a knock on his cabin door. Jake sat up looking around. It took a few...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 33
  • 0

Sexual Participation

Image of perfection Object of an affection in sexing Fantasizing freaky positions of you in submission Pushing pulling twisting and moaning A Place where I could store my erection Splendid features Tongue kissing fucking Look up cause I got mirrors on the ceiling Reflecting your ass bouncing silly Soon as you come in right away If you’re willing Splay your legs open Game played by 2 My sexual motivation Got you yelling spots for me to do? Amazed by the way you grind Just for fun I bet ill...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

Private compartment

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sands," the conductor explained, "I know you have a reservation for a private berth, but due to over booking all we have left is a compartment for two!!!" "Your berth mate is a nice young man, so we hope you can see your way clear to accept these alternate accommodations at no cost to you of course!!!" The train was about to leave the station and Vic Sands was just finding out that his reservation on the Overland Chief from Chicago to Seattle was not being honored because of...

Gay
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 48
  • 0

Partners

Partner's by Brigitte What's eating you? Huh, what do you mean? You've been acting like your about to testify on something you had no involvement on. I don't understand; what do you mean? Barbara I have been your partner for the past four year's. we have been through too much together... Mark If you think I'm going to let you down? NO. no, what I am trying to say is ... I don't know how to put it except... I care. What is wrong? Barbara look's away and start's to cry. ...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 162
  • 0

COBRANDO 1ordf parte

Desde hacia un tiempo tenia un amigo, más o menos fijo, con el que quedaba en su casa y me follaba muy bien. Era su putita, como el decía y yo hacía todo por complacerle.Era madurito, bien conservado, depilado y vicioso, con ganas siempre de hacer cosas nuevas, probar, etc. etc. Me hacía vestir de cosas que le ponían. Me marcaba una especie de guión y yo, su putita, se lo hacía. Me compraba la ropita y los zapatos que quería que me pusiese, los juguetes con lo que me penetraba o me excitaba,...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 60
  • 0

Ruminations on Dionas deflowerment in Sparta

A recent post prompted a comment that made me think about why I found this series so intensely erotic, and why I still watch it at every opportunity when it is on TV.The scene is of the deflowering of the slave Diona (2:54 in the clip).https://xhamster.com/videos/lucy-lawless-jaime-murray-marisa-ramirez-spartacus-2076904A commenter asked why was this posted her as it is not even porn. However I think of porn as being the depiction of sexual behaviour in film, books, dance or live, that is...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 46
  • 0

Ruminations on Dionas deflowerment in Sparta

A recent post prompted a comment that made me think about why I found this series so intensely erotic, and why I still watch it at every opportunity when it is on TV. The scene is of the deflowering of the slave Diona (2:54 in the clip).A commenter asked why was this posted her as it is not even porn. However I think of porn as being the depiction of sexual behaviour in film, books, dance or live, that is designed to arouse and cause sexual excitement. This is not explicit in that we see no...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Peeping Jane at the apartments

When my girlfriend and me broke up, I moved in to some apartments that was on the other side of town. It was a nice apartment, it overlooked the pool, and it was on the second… When my girlfriend and me broke up, I moved in to some apartments that was on the other side of town. It was a nice apartment, it overlooked the pool, and it was on the second floor. The bad thing was the glass door leading to the deck outside and the drive to my job. The drive to my job was a 30 minutes without...

Straight
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 43
  • 0

The Count of Monte CristoChapter 112 The Departure

The recent event formed the theme of conversation throughout all Paris. Emmanuel and his wife conversed with natural astonishment in their little apartment in the Rue Meslay upon the three successive, sudden, and most unexpected catastrophes of Morcerf, Danglars, and Villefort. Maximilian, who was paying them a visit, listened to their conversation, or rather was present at it, plunged in his accustomed state of apathy. "Indeed," said Julie, "might we not almost fancy, Emmanuel, that those...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 59
  • 0

Lost In Hazel Eyes Part4

My movement woke Shan up, I felt him stir before his grip on me tightened and he took a deep breath. I felt him hesitate for a second before he realised it was me. I pretended as if I were still asleep to see what he would do. He breathed in my scent as his arm travelled higher and his hand found my left breast. He drew me in closer as he leaned over me trapping his hand cupping my breast under us. I felt his lips on my neck as he squeezed my breast gently. He planted light kisses on the back...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 59
  • 0

Lost In Hazel Eyes Part3

I woke up in the middle of the night to find my panties damp and my nipples swollen. I was hot, the covers tangled at my feet. My satin blouse stuck to my sweaty chest, I could feel the heat emanating from my vagina. I got out of bed and walked over to the window opening it up to let in the cool air. The back of my apartment building overlooked a large forested area which encircled a lake. Untouched by the lights of the city the moon lit up the tops of the trees and reflected off the flowing...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 32
  • 0

The couple Afterparty

On the other side next to him sat Mary. Seth whispered something in her ear and he noticed that Mary was blushing. Her lips formed a word, she then sighted and walked off into the kitchen. John looked surprised but Seth ignored his slave. When Mary came back, she bend forwards, with her back to Seth, to put a fresh beer on the table. He hiked up her skirt and saw her thong inside her pussy, just as Seth had ordered her minutes before. Mary put the skirt back and walked away, He noticed that...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 55
  • 0

Havanas Lake Trip Part3

A couple of hours later I woke up to a small hand slowly moving the length of my cock. Up and down in long smooth strokes, I softly moaned as the hand made my cock harden. I gathered my wits together enough to figure out it was Havana's hand. I turned toward her and we kissed. Her lips still had the taste of Liz as we made out. My right arm drew her left breast to my face as I drew it into my mouth. I dropped my hand down to her sweet valley and slowly traced small circles with my...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 63
  • 0

Trail of tears part3

This house was built just for my twisted tendencies. The dungeon is actually a concrete bunker divided into two rooms. The bunker was built and buried a year or so before the house, while the hay was high and no one could see what was going on. All the walls, floors, and ceilings are three foot thick reenforced concrete, at least 12 feet underground. The house was built a year later on what appeared to be undisturbed ground, So the bunker is not in the drawings and not on file with the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 49
  • 0

Trail of tears Part2

Two older teens maybe 18 or 19 had snuck in the yard and were skinny dipping and fondling each other in the pool. The girl was slightly more developed than Danni, her hips had filled in, but still had A cups, dirty blonde hair. The boy was roughly the same age maybe a year younger, brown hair, his young cock fully developed was standing straight out in front of him. I crept out the patio door, staying in the shadows, and made my way around to the chaise lounge where they...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 51
  • 0

Dannell Donnell and Darnell What Just Happened part4

“So, we’re sorry we couldn’t get here sooner.” Dannell said. “That’s ok, I got to know your Uncle Leon better,” I said coyly, even though I presumed they would know how Leon had comforted and then made love to me soon enough, if they did not already know. I smiled sincerely, but the emotions that had been tapped were not far from the surface. I was still feeling a little emotional, first from having been with LaMar under rough circumstances, and then Leon in what was almost the precise...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 79
  • 0

daddys daughters diaries part3

Chrystal woke as the sun was beginning to peep through her curtains. Had it all been a dream? She thought. Instinctively she touched her pussy. It was a tiny bit sore, so no it was real. Slipping out of bed Chrystal wanted her Daddy. She crept into James room, he was still asleep but he must have been having a nice dream by the look of the erection that poked out of the covers. Chrystal leaned over to kiss her Daddy passionately on the lips. James grabbed her pulled her over him and kissed...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

Innocence Enslaved part 4 Afterparty

Emily lay still, exhausted. She could feel the prickly fur of the dog that had mounted her, stuck to her soft, smooth skin of her bare body, stuck to the dried saliva, sweat and cum of multiple men. Even now she could feel remnants of the creatures cum slowly leaking from her sore, stretched pussy to mingle with the sperm of her father and uncle dripping down her round buttocks. The pretty young redhead had given up. Just hours ago she had woken, dazed and confused, strapped naked to a...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 43
  • 0

It started with an itchand continued part3

“So what we gonna do now” said Tim, “We have to make it fast as I have to go in 30 minutes”. “Better get ‘em off then” said David, and both lads threw their clothes onto the floor. They stood there with their boners waving between them until David pulled Tim into an embrace and for a couple of minutes they ground their boners together while they made out. Then David pulled Tim onto the bed and they got into another cuddle with Tim on top. “I really missed you on Sunday” said Tim, “I was...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

A Willing Particiant

“Road Trip!” Mary tried to excite her sixteen year old son as she happily scurried about, packing her bags. “Ooo… Yea… Road Trip.” He sarcastically replied. Travis didn’t share his mother’s enthusiasm. He dreaded the long drive to visit his aunt and cousins in Sacramento. A whole week they would be staying. He didn’t know if he could stand the little brats for that long. “Oh come on. It’ll be fun!” Mary was’ excited. She had no special plans, but looked forward to just getting...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 47
  • 0

Time for family Holiday adult only series 1 part3

Andrea’s kids were picked up by their dad and taken off for a two-week holiday with him and his parents.While they were going to Spain, we were heading to Cornwall for a week with Andrea’s family. Our first stop was at her parents’ house and her mother, Rachel, came out to greet us.“The Jeep’s loaded and we’re ready to go,” she said and then surprised me by adding, “Men in the Jeep, girls in your car.”“Oh, right,” I said, handing my car keys to Andrea.I had just enough time to give her a quick...

Incest
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 27
  • 0

Cock 2 Go part3

A few minutes later the hot water was streaming over me washing away the mixture of sweat and cum that still covered me from the night before. Before long the en suite door opened and my fuckbuddy walked in completely naked, I still couldn’t believe just how sexy he was; each time I looked he seemed to get even better. “Just in time to do my back” I said as he stepped into the spacious shower beside me. Soon he had me well soaped up and was just moving down to play with my balls again when he...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 59
  • 0

accidentalcousinpart2

I had just found out that the hot girl I fucked over Spring Break was in fact my cousin. Now sitting at my Aunt's house trying to listen to conversations and answer questions was really trying. After about an hour, my Aunt emerged from the kitchen and asked Cara if she would run to the store since her car was easiest to get out. Cara agreed and went to get her shoes and keys. When she returned, she looked over at the group and asked “Anybody want go with me?” I noticed that my mom was...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 37
  • 0

The Debt Collector Part3

slip out of Mandy’s very wet pussy. She groaned in disapproval and snuggled up against my neck. What a transformation she went through, I thought as I rubbed her ass. I guess now she was thinking of me as her protector. She sure as hell didn’t want Tyrese coming anywhere near her with that monster cock of his! Well, she was about to see firsthand what it was going to do to her mother! The sight and sound of the 13 year old experiencing her first orgasm made Freddie go wild. He...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Taking One For The Team 5 Afterparty

______ A deadly hush descended on the pitch. Dave, 12 yards out from the goalline, measured himself up. I watched from way behind, the other end of the pitch, silently screaming.This was it. This ws the moment. Full-time, a sideways dig had landed Shaughnessy with a welt above his left eye, and us with one final penalty kick. One more goal, and we were ahead. One more score and Reid would win us the match. He drew his hand over his brow, and the screech of the ref's whistle signalled the...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 38
  • 0

Coeds european roadtrip horror part3

When he was finished he wiped his arms free of grime and sweat. Picking up a bucket of tepid water he drenched his body. Even with hood and his strength they had kicked and wriggled. The shouts and yelps had been deafening in the confined space. But without vision none could direct their resistance or escape or know what was happ ening as they listened to the other beg and moan. Diora had being in the position the longest as he knew she was the most resistant. Her body ached her mind...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

Morning Surprise Part6

I have never been to a fashion show, but have seen clips of them on TV. My girls had adapted our lounge to resemble a catwalk. All the furniture had been pushed back to the wall. The large teak garden table had been carried in and would serve as the catwalk. I was instructed to sit in an armchair at the end of the table. The lights had been dimmed and a set of large spot lamps that I normally use when I am doing some building work at night had been set up pointing at the table. My...

Porn Trends