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Disconnections
- a series of stories -
by Eve Adorer
Disconnections - Overall Synopsis:
?Disconnections? comprises independent, and not interdependent, stories. Though not interconnected, the stories have a common theme: the ?disconnections? of the overall title. I hope you?ll enjoy them ?.
Sulina Toledo
Synopsis: A becoming mission beckons ambition.
Sulina Toledo ? Part ONE
Sulina Toledo sat checking her clipboard. The all-female studio audience murmured, conversing. Sopranos and contraltos sounded in spoken song. There were fifteen minutes to ?action?, and Sulina was making final checks during ?a five out? from last second micro-rehearsal.
Sulina was a stunningly attractive girl, and she was, rightly, proud of it. ?The blonde bombshell? was the description she was pleased to hear was most often used behind her back. ?The devil?s own bitch?, was one she shrugged off as jealously.
Her combination of harvest-corn-blonde hair tumbling in an incredibility of intertwining curls to below her delicious rear, dark soft brown eyes, a honey smooth and natural almond complexion, a mouth with strongly delineated seductive Cupid?s bow upper lip and provocatively pouted lower, was married with obvious intelligence in her gaze.
Her cheekbones were prominently high, making her calf?s eyes the compelling first focus of the onlooker?s attention, before the same poor onlooker would see and long for the mouth.
Although her nose was slightly longer than perfection would ideally have demanded, her face, in total composition, was decidedly more to the ?beautiful? end of the spectrum than the merely ?pretty?.
Nature had made Sulina looked haughty. Her self nurture had apparently done nothing to dispel nature?s mould. To those who knew the real Sulina though, there was nothing but sweet gentleness behind the case-hardened business shell.
If she had been sculpted as an hourglass, decidedly more ?sand? would have been needed in the top end. She was a fulsome 38D. But Sulina always dressed to cover her bosom fully. It was a concession to shyness.
Sulina was not for cleavage. She had two other weapons. Okay she had an ass that begged ?slap me because I taunt and haunt you?, but that was just the dream topping for the treasures that ran to ground from it.
Strong long and eloquently elegant, she had assiduously practiced ballet since she had worn her first diaper, and it showed in the way she flowed as she walked. If a girl could really have ?legs to die for?, Sulina?s legs would have turned the world?s nations into leaping lemmings.
Sulina dressed not to thrill, but to kill. She?d gotten a damned good income from the application of her intelligence to a PhD at Camford, after a Masters from Vale, and her subsequent rise to career star columnist. She could afford to buy Paris, but limited her purchases to its couture. To her, London was for millinery. And the shoes? Italian: hand crafted in Milan.
At least in her own mind, Sulina had an established reputation as an acerbic journalist. However, this was the first TV programme on which she had been an interviewer.
It was a one-off. She was only a guest presenter. But who knew where it might lead if she hit the cathode rays hard enough? ?Taking the Lid Off? was a crappy show, but hey, that?s daytime TV right? And this was just for starters: okay?
Make it in Ntobi the dump capital of Senabre, down here in deepest darkest Africa, and who knew?
Back home in the USA there were plenty of pretty girls doing regularly what she was about to do for the first time, but maybe one day soon it would be: ?move over Onara Winfee, and let Sulina have Cam 1? ? good G she couldn?t be more cruddy than old ?Windbag?, that was crap wrapped! Or so Sulina had long since concluded, in her crueller moments.
She was going to be a sure fire hit on this show. Sulina was hell bent on that. Controversy was what TV fed on, that and soap operas of course. But Sulina had no time for soaps, and was certainly not going to give their shite actors airtime when she got her very own full-time show.
Nor did she intend her show ? yes this, or something better, was going to be ?her show? one day, and no go for anything she did not want in it ? nor did she intend her show to hit the celebs trail. ?Oh so you got a ghosted book out, made a film, recorded an album, camped out on MountD?colletage for a year without leg wax??. Give me a frigging break! All that was puerile pap. Sulina wanted ?real TV? on her show. One day very soon, she was going to redefine ?real TV? in her own image.
The jump from printed journalism, at a mere twenty-three, had been a risk. She?d wanted risk though. She?d gotten bored at ?The Ntobi Courier?; it was so staid. Flashing her panties at Kerrerer Prachet had been the best two-seconds work she had ever done there.
Prachet owned forty-percent of the world?s media outlets. Sulina had always assumed Prachet had only seen the Courier in its recycled format; when she?d wiped her ass. But when Prachet had descended on ?The Ntobi Courier? for a very surprise inspection, Sulina had ensured Prachet had taken a good look ? a good long look ? at, and all the endless way up, her shapely legs. And it had worked. Prachet had ordered that Sulina join her day-tour entourage; and walk in front of course.
Lunch with Prachet had gotten t?te-?-t?te, and Prachet?s hands had tried to get everywhere other than where they should have been. But Sulina was used to that, and had used it to get her own way.
A night in Prachet?s hotel bed, and ? holy shit! Had she really?! - lying , over a champagne breakfast, about being really in love for the first time in her life - was surely not too high a price to pay for her own TV show eventually ? even if, for starters, she was just a one-off guest presenter on this one.
??????..
The time flew. The lights went up like twenty white suns, but hotter. Camera 2 was ogling Sulina?s expensively stockinged legs, expansively, as ?come-on candy? for the girls and women watching at home.
A sweet girl in her earphone, the director, whispered a high-tension: ?Twenty seconds and counting down from now Sulina!?
Then Sulina next heard in her ear, and tried not to be distracted by, the ever-same voiceover introduction from another sexy girl up in the director?s box: the cameras eying up Sulina?s delicately muscled thighs with the hint of stocking-top meanwhile:
?Ladies! Here in the heartbeat of studio 10, and for you lucky girls at home, Ntobi National 5, ?the channel with a smile?, presents: ?Taking the Lid Off?!!?
A banner held up away from the camera?s eye, read ?rapturous applause?. And, whilst straining to catch sight of themselves on one of the several monitors hanging above the stage on which Sulina sat, next to a presently vacant chair, the audience dutifully obliged, with accompanying cheers, mixed with occasional over-the-top, ?woops?.
The girl on the stage edge who had held up the banner, then put a finger to her pretty lips, to direct the audience to a lull shush?..
?And taking the lid off today, is the very lovely Sulina Toledo!!? the voiceover sneaked in, with perfect timing.
More applause was beckoned by the girl in the wings. Then she signalled another quieter spell, with an overdramatic finger on lips once more.
??.And Sulina?s subject is: ?The Sisters of Sisters?!!!!!? the voiceover finally called out, as if announcing the second coming, rather than yet more TV dross.
As the cameras continued to pan the audience for pretty faces, and those same faces turned to each other and pointed excitedly at the monitor on which they had just flashed for two seconds, and had gone by the time their prompted companion looked up, more polite studio applause followed, and the introductory theme music struggled to be heard under it.
Again out of camera shot, a hand held up as if stopping traffic, ordered the applause to cease. It did: instantly.
?And now!? said the director?s voice in Sulina?s ear.
?We have all seen them on the high streets and bye-streets of our cities towns and villages?? Sulina began ?.. ?They call themselves the Sisters of Sisters. I call them a fraud. They officially call themselves: ?the Order of the Wholly Virgin? not ?holy? as in ?holy cow? note you; though ?cow? might be appropriate for other reasons ? And yes they really do spell it ?wholly? with a ?w?. and an ?h?. But I say they are wholly a sham as well as wholly a fraud?? Today, we take the lid off ?the Sisters of Sisters??..?
Sulina was just warming to a roasting on her subject?. Polite applause caused her to pause, till it settled to silence.
??.I call them frauds; but I cannot call them cowardly, because they have been brave enough to send one of their number to face me here in the studio this morning. So let?s give a polite ?National 5? greeting for ?Sister Harmony?!?.?
Woops cheers and applause came enthusiastically from an audience dreaming of being ?on TV, with all its supposed glamour, themselves, and worshipping in its church meanwhile.
At this, a little look of concern flashed across Sulina?s lovely face. She had intended her introduction to turn the audience against her guest. The possibility that, if she did not choose her follow-up words carefully, she was at risk of being the St Joan in a human barbecue, had just flashed over her highly intelligent mind.
The creature that walked in from the wings, heading for the interviewee?s chair, looked like a babushka doll. It had the shape of a ten-pin from a bowling alley.
?She?, if ?she? it was - it was hard to tell - wore the vestments of the Sisters of Sisters. They were of white rubber. The head garment was a completely enveloping hood, which consequently masked the face and hair totally. The ends of this mask disappeared within the neck of the ?dress?.
The ?dress? had been draped over the mask, and its circular neckline clearly held the mask on the face and, presumably made a double-layer of rubber cover on the wearer?s shoulders.
In detail, the dress had no detail. It was formed like a drab bell. It fell from the neck to the ground all around the wearer, and had no visible joint, such as might have been provided for buttons or zip. There was in fact no other way in. The dress had a central hole for the head. It was obviously just pulled over the head till its central hole ringed the neck. There was not even a belt to give this dress womanly shape.
The size of the hands gave away that the wearer was a girl. They were small and pretty. At least, one could guess the hands were pretty. The all-enveloping dress had long sleeves, wider at the wrist, like those of a magician?s cape. But there was no chance of the hands? escape, as the wearer?s arms were clad in white rubber gloves that must, to best guess, have run up to her armpits within the dress.
The front of the mask over the face had four holes. Each of these was exactly circular and less than an inch across. There was one for each eye, one for the nostrils, and one for the mouth. But each and all of them were covered over by multi-layers of gauze, so the wearer could see out, speak out, and breath in and out, but the viewer was totally denied a look in. Either side were like holes with gauze covers for the ears to hear.
As Sister Harmony walked her five-foot-three to the vacant chair for the interview, it looked, for all the world, as if she were a swan on water: for there was no sign of feet let alone legs.
She sat decorously slowly, putting her lower legs at a slope, as if she were riding the chair sidesaddle, and then clasped her hands, thumb-within-thumb, on her lap. The consequent slight raising of her dress? hem, revealed only that she wore, what must be white rubber boots, flat with no heels.
Sulina had already decided her strategy. She wanted to get to her theme that all this dressing up was hooey, and that the women under such garments were just like you and I; but more crooked. She needed an armour-piercing salvo. She decided on light humour, rather than acidic derision.
?Sister Harmony, good morning and welcome?
?Good morning to you Sulina!? a sweet young voice with a touching hint of giggle responded, a little masked by the mask Sister Harmony wore.
?Bet you?re wearing rubber knickers under that lot: right?? Sulina queried with a look to camera that said: ?there, I?ve put the wicked question you were thinking of yourselves back home, but would never dare ask?.
?Ah, but wouldn?t that be telling!? Sister Harmony answered, in a lovely Irish accent, with laughing joyfulness in every word. The salvo had glanced off the armour, even before the studio audience laughed and applauded the charming nun.
?How do you manage to eat in that garb, for goodness sake?? Sulina tried, with a lighter tone, less suggestive of taking sides against the nun, more an attempt at ridicule by stealth: a first step that way at least.
?But this is just our outside robes: the familiar and comforting face we show to the loving world, Sulina. Sure, it would be a challenge to eat in this little lot wouldn?t it now?? Sister Harmony giggled, ?But if you were after drinking, you?d find that god had made straws in her wisdom?, the lovely voice of the sweet nun soothed.
?And back at the mission, we gets a good healthy tuck-in, with fruits and vegetables grown in our own gardens: ?the gardens of Eden? as our Abbess, Sister Mercy herself, has been known to call them.?
?But don?t you go letting on now that I overheard her, or poor Sister Harmony here will be in for a telling off about the size of her ears!? the charming voice all but sang with happiness.
The audience laughed and applause rippled.
This wasn?t working. The nun had the audience. If Sulina wasn?t careful, she?d be in for a metaphorical lynching by the minor multitude out just beyond the footlights.
She tried the light touch again.
?You can cross you legs if you want to?, was her next try, whilst using her own supreme dream strong long curvaceous exemplars of the finest of female lower limbs to demonstrate.
?Sure, but we?re not aloud? Sister Harmony answered, with a completely disarming sincerity that blew Sulina off track, ?But don?t let it stop you!? the lovely nun joked, and the audience applauded: they had fallen in love with her.
That tack was not going to work. Time was running out. Sulina now bid herself: ?Load the torpedoes and fire?.
?Sister Harmony, have they sent you here today to explain the moneys that have gone astray: the well document disappearance of charitable donations from the hard-working well-meaning public, and the less well-documented and therefore alleged but as yet unproven reappearance of those same dollars in a Swiss bank account?? Sulina barked, her lovely eyes shark, her perfect teeth threatening razors behind her soft moist lips.
?They have indeed?, came Sister Harmony?s surprise answer. Sulina had no answer to that answer. As sailing ships went, her sails were sagging in the doldrums: there was no wind in her spinnaker anymore.
?The world renowned auditors, Arnett and Yang, have agreed to inspect and audit our accounts. And, praise be, for free at that. The accusations are very grave and hurtful. We wanted the best. We?ve got the best, and they have got a completely free hand? Goodness, I do hope that wasn?t advertising Sulina?. Sure they?ll be wanting me to sell cola next if it was!? Sister Harmony laughed with love in every sweet note, as the audience cheered her on, and applauded her rather weak joke.
Sulina was becoming discomforted. She began to see flames nibbling away at the thus curling edges of the contract she had hoped to get for her own show. She had to find a bale out and use what she baled to save her contract too.
She was also becoming discomforted in another way. What was it about the contrast of her own freedom to display her manifest manifold charms in a micro-dress; and the claustrophobic imprisoning cling of the nun?s vestments, that was causing such a disturbance in Sulina?s tiny silk panties?
Sulina?s crossed legs tightened. An urge to squeeze her minx flexed the pronouncedly curved calves, and momentarily displayed the sweet muscles in the forefront of her long strong thighs: calf curvature and thigh muscles sculpted and cultivated by her ballet training.
?Your mission: the mission of the Sisters of Sisters is, as we are always given to understand, the saving of what our Victorian mothers would have called ?fallen women??, Sulina began this time, using a tone of voice inferring superior education and consequent condescension. It was yet another mistake. Without being in the least rude, Sister Harmony leaped in:
?Sure, a little corrective there Sulina: ?tis the poor girls reduced to prostitution that we Sisters of Sisters are here for, for to help them find a life outside the gutter to which misfortune has confined them. No heart could not break to see those poor girls, many of them also victims of the drug-taking culture rife throughout society, but not within a poor girl?s affording, unless she sell her own god-given body to other women seven nights a week three-sixty-five days a year???
?. The audience was spell bound. They were eating out of Sister Harmony?s gloved hand. A dozen pins could have dropped, they were so quiet and so wrapped by the lovely voice with the charming champagne bubble intonation. Sulina tried to hide her defeat behind the ?go on I?m listening? nods of her gorgeous blonde curls.
???And believe me, Sulina, I know how wonderful the Sisters of Sisters are, for I was once one of those poor girls: one of those ?fallen women? as you so rightly describe them?.?.
As Sister Harmony stopped her intensely sincere summation of the role of her mission, there was, for a long moment, absolute silence. And then the studio audience broke into sustained applause, accompanied by some out-of-place woops and whistles, as, to a girl, they stood to applaud the sweet nun.
The cameras now turned from Sulina, to show the audience reaction. The depth of the sincerity that reaction demonstrated, showed, in that not one woman or girl there looked at the monitors to see if their faces were being broadcast.
Sulina knew she had lost. She had to wind this up. She must make the best of a bad job. It was time for the soft soap once more.
?Sister Harmony, you have just wowed our studio audience, and, if they are anything like me, the millions of girls and women watching at home will, too, have a tear in their eye. Thank you!?
The applause that came next, was the punctilious punctuation for the thanks Sulina had expressed.
?Sister Harmony, it has been just such a wonderful experience to have you on ?Taking the Lid Off?, and I would like personally, to contribute my fee for this programme for your cause?.
The audience did not even seem to hear, let alone cheer this, as Sulina intended they should. It was a cynical manoeuvre she was now regretting. She covered quickly, several thousand dollars the lighter though she instantly was. To wind the show up, she returned to the light touch:
?How can you bear to be dressed, draped so anonymously head to toe like that? Doesn?t the girl in you long to lounge beach in a bikini?? Sulina tried.
?Would you believe me if I told you that to take the veil and wear the rubber is the, but the most liberating experience it is possible for any girl to ever encounter, this side of heaven itself!? Sister Harmony answered, in an intense whisper conveying such sincerity, that the audience would have signed-up for the nunnery there and then, if she had asked them.
?If you don?t believe me, you should try it yourself!? Sister Harmony finished, with sweet golden giggles galore as she touched Sulina gently on her hand, with her gloved fingers, to convey that she, Sulina, was not being laughed at.
Sulina smiled, without her eyes joining in. She had to make the best of this bad job.
But then ?Pulitzer Prize? and ?Nobel for literature? flashed across her mind. It would be a hell of a subject to get the inside out on. She hadn?t been planning a sabbatical, but?. Well, there might be an option here for a report or factually based novel. There were a few seconds left?..
?Sure. Could I get a short-term contract?? she half-joked in response.
?Join the novitiate. Wear the red. After a year you have the free choice. Convert to the white like little me, or go back into the outside world with our continued blessing!? Sister Harmony answered.
?You?ve got me won over?, Sulina found herself saying, for the sake of the audience reaction, the viewing figures, and her continued desire for a contract; and to her own almost complete surprise.
?Lady?s: this was Sister Harmony right here on ?Taking the Lid Off??, Sulina announced as the cameras now panned back, and the audience read and obeyed the order on the held-up placard reading: ?long strong applause?.
As the studio lights dimmed and the fade-out credits rolled up the home TV screens, too quickly to be read, the two people on stage, the beautiful interviewer and the white-rubber robed nun, were clearly still talking.
And lip-readers would not be able to see Sister Harmony say: ?If you meant that Sulina, Abbess Mercy?s door is always open, and we will welcome you with the widest of open loving arms my sweet sister.?
But they would have seen, Sulina Toledo answer: ?I need to get my head together on that one Sister Harmony, but I really feel as if I heard a call just now. And, whatever I decide, the blessing is on you for bringing me to the choice?.
???????..
Two hours later: ?Forgive me Revered Mother, for I have sinned?, a sweet Irish voice confessed in the cubicle reserved for that assignment and named from it: the nunnery?s confessional.
?Sweet Sister Harmony! I cannot believe for one moment that you have just robbed the Bank of Senabre!?, a kindly ?voice of reason? responded from the neighbouring box.
There was a moment?s silence.
?Tell me my child. What worries you so?? the same ?voice of reason? enquired.
?I did my duty at the television studio today Revered Mother. And I found I could not take my eyes off the interviewer?s; off Sulina Toledo?s legs. Even now, as I think of her, it excites me in an unforgivable way Revered Mother?, Sister Harmony whispered with a hint of tears breaking.
?Dear dear. You poor child?, the Abbess answered in contemplation.
?What should I do Revered Mother? I keep seeing her whenever I close my eyes. It makes me want to be very naughty with myself, and I fear I may have a wicked dream.?
?The cure for dreaming is to stay awake all night Sister Harmony?, the Abbess observed.
?Must it be that?? Sister Harmony asked, with an edge of resignation accompanied by anxiety in her voice.
?It is within my powers to order you, sweet daughter?, the Revered Mother observed, gently.
?I will obey without order?, Revered Mother.
?Then your forgiveness will be all the greater and stronger for that my child?, the Abbess concluded quietly.
???????..
Post midnight in the nun?s dormitory, chains chinked, beds creaked, and a girl quietly sobbed.
Another girl waking in a wet dream, cried out for her god to save her, but audibly came nonetheless. Her subsequent whispered prayers for forgiveness hissed sibilant across the noisy silence of a steamy African night.
A television camera touring the sleeping quarters, as if in a secretly filmed documentary, would first of all have set scene with the humid African night, and the full moon?s wan face. The accompanying microphones would meanwhile capture the cacophony of the nocturnal wildlife.
Moving in, indeed apparently flying through one of all the nunnery?s windows left open for ventilation, it would have panned or scanned over the rigid rows of individual beds. On each bed it would show an individual girl naked lying atop.
Focus on any one girl would show the wooden block she had for her pillow, and her wrists and ankles held out in an ?X?. She is shackled to the corners of her bed, lying on her back. Her only covering is the mosquito net. The net is for covering the bed. It covers the girl coincidentally.
All the girls are lying on their backs. All the beds are under mosquito net tents.
Several beds are completely empty. One bed, though made up for sleeping, with wooden pillow and sacking mattress, is empty.
Now the imaginary camera in the fictitious documentary looks for the source of the quiet sobbing: the girl missing: the cause of the one empty bed with a pillow readied.
It sees an open window. Nothing unusual there. It is a hot night and all the windows are open, as has already been established. But there is a light at this window and it is not that of the moon alone.
A shadowy figure stands obediently there. She wears her nun?s cowl covering her head, but is otherwise in her underwear. In essence, she has removed the rubber ?bell? that makes up her dress. Even so, she is still clad head to toe in rubber vestments.
She is clad head to toe but for two all too beautiful parts of her anatomy. Her vest is purposely designed to let her bare breasts poke through. The light the camera has seen, the light adding to moonglow, comprises two lights in fact.
The two soft spotlights are beamed on soft breasts. The camera finally moves close in. It has discovered whose sobs of distress are being heard. The sobs of distress other than those from the girl who has just had a wet-dream in her bed that is.
It moves in on the standing girl. She has her hands clasped behind her back. Her feet are slightly apart. She is there to be punished for having lascivious thoughts about the lovely reporter Sulina Toledo?s elegant legs. We can see, in the camera?s eye we can see, the girl who owns the lovely bare breasts.
We wonder why she sobs so. Is to be made to stand all night so great a punishment? Then we see her nipples and how hugely distended and erect they are.
Now we realise she is sobbing in the greater part, not because she cannot take her punishment like a girl, but because her nipples have become heavily engorged by their being engaged in the process that has caused her to spurt in her rubber knickers. Something has made her cum.
Has she been dreaming on her feet? Sleeping whilst standing. Has he been seeing Sulina Toledo?s inspirationally erotic legs before her minds eye? All that strength in such smooth curves: the caressing cling of those fabulously lucky stockings: the hint of stocking top at the hem of Sulina?s dress: the hem atop those powerful perfectly smooth thighs?
Yes and yes. Yes and also. The ?also? that has made the girl cum we now see. The girl?s bare breasts are a sea awash with crawling insects. She bears the horror of their repeated and constant bites.
She sobs as they suck blood from her bare breasts and nipples.
She is voluntarily saving her companions from these insects.
These insects are her punishment for admiring Sulina Toledo?s beautiful legs.
Sister Harmony?s bare breasts and nipples are being, all but eaten alive, by hundreds upon thousands of mosquitoes.
Disconnections
- a series of stories -
by Eve Adorer
Disconnections - Overall Synopsis:
?Disconnections? comprises independent, and not
interdependent, stories. Though not interconnected, the stories have a common
theme: the ?disconnections? of the overall title. I hope you?ll enjoy them ?.
Sulina Toledo
Synopsis: A becoming mission beckons ambition.
Sulina Toledo ? Part ONE
Sulina Toledo sat checking her
clipboard. The all-female studio audience murmured, conversing. Sopranos and
contraltos sounded in spoken song. There were fifteen minutes to ?action?, and Sulina was making final checks during ?a five out? from
last second micro-rehearsal.
Sulina was a stunningly attractive
girl, and she was, rightly, proud of it. ?The blonde bombshell? was the
description she was pleased to hear was most often used behind her back. ?The
devil?s own bitch?, was one she shrugged off as jealously.
Her combination of harvest-corn-blonde hair tumbling in an
incredibility of intertwining curls to below her delicious rear, dark soft
brown eyes, a honey smooth and natural almond complexion, a mouth with strongly
delineated seductive Cupid?s bow upper lip and provocatively pouted lower, was
married with obvious intelligence in her gaze.
Her cheekbones were prominently high, making her calf?s eyes
the compelling first focus of the onlooker?s attention, before the same poor
onlooker would see and long for the mouth.
Although her nose was slightly longer than perfection would
ideally have demanded, her face, in total composition, was decidedly more to
the ?beautiful? end of the spectrum than the merely ?pretty?.
Nature had made Sulina looked
haughty. Her self nurture had apparently done nothing to dispel nature?s mould.
To those who knew the real Sulina though, there was
nothing but sweet gentleness behind the case-hardened business shell.
If she had been sculpted as an hourglass, decidedly more
?sand? would have been needed in the top end. She was a fulsome 38D. But Sulina always dressed to cover her bosom fully. It was a
concession to shyness.
Sulina was not for cleavage. She
had two other weapons. Okay she had an ass that begged ?slap me because I taunt
and haunt you?, but that was just the dream topping for the treasures that ran
to ground from it.
Strong long and eloquently elegant, she had assiduously
practiced ballet since she had worn her first diaper, and it showed in the way
she flowed as she walked. If a girl could really have ?legs to die for?, Sulina?s legs would have turned the world?s nations into
leaping lemmings.
Sulina dressed not to thrill, but
to kill. She?d gotten a damned good income from the application of her
intelligence to a PhD at Camford, after a Masters
from Vale, and her subsequent rise to career star columnist. She could afford
to buy
At least in her own mind, Sulina
had an established reputation as an acerbic journalist. However, this was the
first TV programme on which she had been an
interviewer.
It was a one-off. She was only a guest presenter. But who
knew where it might lead if she hit the cathode rays hard enough? ?Taking the
Lid Off? was a crappy show, but hey, that?s daytime TV right? And this was just
for starters: okay?
Make it in Ntobi the dump capital
of Senabre, down here in deepest darkest
Back home in the USA there were plenty of pretty girls doing
regularly what she was about to do for the first time, but maybe one day soon
it would be: ?move over Onara Winfee,
and let Sulina have Cam 1? ? good G she couldn?t be
more cruddy than old ?Windbag?, that was crap wrapped! Or so Sulina had long since concluded, in her crueller
moments.
She was going to be a sure fire hit on this show. Sulina was hell bent on that. Controversy was what TV fed
on, that and soap operas of course. But Sulina had no
time for soaps, and was certainly not going to give their shite
actors airtime when she got her very own full-time show.
Nor did she intend her show ? yes this,
or something better, was going to be ?her show? one day, and no go for anything
she did not want in it ? nor did she intend her show to hit the celebs trail. ?Oh so you got a ghosted book out, made a
film, recorded an album, camped out on
The jump from printed journalism, at a mere twenty-three,
had been a risk. She?d wanted risk though. She?d gotten bored at ?The Ntobi Courier?; it was so staid. Flashing her panties at Kerrerer Prachet had been the
best two-seconds work she had ever done there.
Prachet owned forty-percent of the
world?s media outlets. Sulina had always assumed Prachet had only seen the Courier in its recycled format;
when she?d wiped her ass. But when Prachet had
descended on ?The Ntobi Courier? for a very surprise
inspection, Sulina had ensured Prachet
had taken a good look ? a good long look ? at, and all the endless way up, her
shapely legs. And it had worked. Prachet had ordered
that Sulina join her day-tour entourage; and walk in
front of course.
Lunch with Prachet had gotten
t?te-?-t?te, and Prachet?s hands had tried to get
everywhere other than where they should have been. But Sulina
was used to that, and had used it to get her own way.
A night in Prachet?s hotel bed,
and ? holy shit! Had she really?! - lying , over a champagne breakfast, about
being really in love for the first time in her life - was surely not too high a
price to pay for her own TV show eventually ? even if, for starters, she was
just a one-off guest presenter on this one.
??????..
The time flew. The lights went up like twenty white suns,
but hotter. Camera 2 was ogling Sulina?s expensively stockinged legs, expansively, as ?come-on candy? for the
girls and women watching at home.
A sweet girl in her earphone, the director, whispered a
high-tension: ?Twenty seconds and counting down from now Sulina!?
Then Sulina next heard in her ear,
and tried not to be distracted by, the ever-same voiceover introduction from
another sexy girl up in the director?s box: the cameras eying up Sulina?s delicately muscled thighs with the hint of
stocking-top meanwhile:
?Ladies! Here in the heartbeat of
studio 10, and for you lucky girls at home, Ntobi
National 5, ?the channel with a smile?, presents: ?Taking the Lid Off?!!?
A banner held up away from the camera?s eye, read ?rapturous
applause?. And, whilst straining to catch sight of themselves on one of the
several monitors hanging above the stage on which Sulina
sat, next to a presently vacant chair, the audience dutifully obliged, with
accompanying cheers, mixed with occasional over-the-top, ?woops?.
The girl on the stage edge who had
held up the banner, then put a finger to her pretty lips, to direct the
audience to a lull shush?..
?And taking the lid off today, is the very lovely Sulina Toledo!!? the voiceover sneaked in, with perfect
timing.
More applause was beckoned by the girl in the wings. Then
she signalled another quieter spell, with an
overdramatic finger on lips once more.
??.And Sulina?s subject is: ?The
Sisters of Sisters?!!!!!? the voiceover finally called out, as if announcing
the second coming, rather than yet more TV dross.
As the cameras continued to pan the audience for pretty
faces, and those same faces turned to each other and pointed excitedly at the
monitor on which they had just flashed for two seconds, and had gone by the
time their prompted companion looked up, more polite studio applause followed,
and the introductory theme music struggled to be heard under it.
Again out of camera shot, a hand held up as if stopping
traffic, ordered the applause to cease. It did: instantly.
?And now!? said the director?s voice in Sulina?s
ear.
?We have all seen them on the high streets and bye-streets
of our cities towns and villages?? Sulina began ?.. ?They
call themselves the Sisters of Sisters. I call them a fraud. They officially
call themselves: ?the Order of the Wholly Virgin? not ?holy? as in ?holy cow?
note you; though ?cow? might be appropriate for other reasons ? And yes they
really do spell it ?wholly? with a ?w?. and an ?h?.
But I say they are wholly a sham as well as wholly a fraud?? Today, we take the
lid off ?the Sisters of Sisters??..?
Sulina was just warming to a
roasting on her subject?. Polite applause caused her to pause, till it settled
to silence.
??.I call them frauds; but I cannot
call them cowardly, because they have been brave enough to send one of their
number to face me here in the studio this morning. So let?s give a polite
?National 5? greeting for ?Sister Harmony?!?.?
Woops cheers and applause came enthusiastically from an
audience dreaming of being ?on TV, with all its supposed glamour, themselves,
and worshipping in its church meanwhile.
At this, a little look of concern flashed across Sulina?s lovely face. She had intended her introduction to
turn the audience against her guest. The possibility that, if she did not
choose her follow-up words carefully, she was at risk of being the St Joan in a
human barbecue, had just flashed over her highly intelligent mind.
The creature that walked in from the wings, heading for the
interviewee?s chair, looked like a babushka doll. It had the shape of a ten-pin
from a bowling alley.
?She?, if ?she? it was - it was hard to tell - wore the
vestments of the Sisters of Sisters. They were of white rubber. The head
garment was a completely enveloping hood, which consequently masked the face
and hair totally. The ends of this mask disappeared within the neck of the ?dress?.
The ?dress? had been draped over
the mask, and its circular neckline clearly held the mask on the face and,
presumably made a double-layer of rubber cover on the wearer?s shoulders.
In detail, the dress had no detail. It was formed like a
drab bell. It fell from the neck to the ground all around the wearer, and had
no visible joint, such as might have been provided for buttons or zip. There
was in fact no other way in. The dress had a central hole for the head. It was
obviously just pulled over the head till its central hole ringed the neck.
There was not even a belt to give this dress womanly shape.
The size of the hands gave away that the wearer was a girl.
They were small and pretty. At least, one could guess the hands were pretty.
The all-enveloping dress had long sleeves, wider at the wrist, like those of a
magician?s cape. But there was no chance of the hands? escape, as the wearer?s
arms were clad in white rubber gloves that must, to best guess, have run up to
her armpits within the dress.
The front of the mask over the face had four holes. Each of
these was exactly circular and less than an inch across. There was one for each
eye, one for the nostrils, and one for the mouth. But each and all of them were
covered over by multi-layers of gauze, so the wearer could see out, speak out,
and breath in and out, but the viewer was totally
denied a look in. Either side were like holes with
gauze covers for the ears to hear.
As Sister Harmony walked her five-foot-three to the vacant
chair for the interview, it looked, for all the world,
as if she were a swan on water: for there was no sign of feet let alone legs.
She sat decorously slowly, putting her lower legs at a
slope, as if she were riding the chair sidesaddle, and then clasped her hands,
thumb-within-thumb, on her lap. The consequent slight raising of her dress?
hem, revealed only that she wore, what must be white rubber boots, flat with no
heels.
Sulina had already decided her
strategy. She wanted to get to her theme that all this dressing up was hooey,
and that the women under such garments were just like you and I; but more
crooked. She needed an armour-piercing salvo. She
decided on light humour, rather than acidic derision.
?Sister Harmony, good morning and welcome?
?Good morning to you Sulina!? a
sweet young voice with a touching hint of giggle responded, a little masked by
the mask Sister Harmony wore.
?Bet you?re wearing rubber knickers under that lot: right?? Sulina queried with a look to camera that said: ?there,
I?ve put the wicked question you were thinking of yourselves back home, but
would never dare ask?.
?Ah, but wouldn?t that be telling!? Sister Harmony answered,
in a lovely Irish accent, with laughing joyfulness in every word. The salvo had
glanced off the armour, even before the studio
audience laughed and applauded the charming nun.
?How do you manage to eat in that garb, for goodness sake?? Sulina tried, with a lighter tone, less suggestive of
taking sides against the nun, more an attempt at ridicule by stealth: a first
step that way at least.
?But this is just our outside robes: the familiar and
comforting face we show to the loving world, Sulina.
Sure, it would be a challenge to eat in this little lot wouldn?t it now??
Sister Harmony giggled, ?But if you were after drinking, you?d find that god
had made straws in her wisdom?, the lovely voice of the sweet nun soothed.
?And back at the mission, we gets a
good healthy tuck-in, with fruits and vegetables grown in our own gardens: ?the
gardens of
?But don?t you go letting on now that I overheard her, or
poor Sister Harmony here will be in for a telling off about the size of her
ears!? the charming voice all but sang with happiness.
The audience laughed and applause rippled.
This wasn?t working. The nun had the audience. If Sulina wasn?t careful, she?d be in for a metaphorical
lynching by the minor multitude out just beyond the footlights.
She tried the light touch again.
?You can cross you legs if you want to?, was her next try,
whilst using her own supreme dream strong long curvaceous exemplars of the
finest of female lower limbs to demonstrate.
?Sure, but we?re not aloud? Sister Harmony answered, with a
completely disarming sincerity that blew Sulina off
track, ?But don?t let it stop you!? the lovely nun joked, and the audience
applauded: they had fallen in love with her.
That tack was not going to work. Time was running out. Sulina now bid herself: ?Load the torpedoes and fire?.
?Sister Harmony, have they sent you here today to explain
the moneys that have gone astray: the well document disappearance of charitable
donations from the hard-working well-meaning public,
and the less well-documented and therefore alleged but as yet unproven
reappearance of those same dollars in a Swiss bank account?? Sulina barked, her lovely eyes shark, her perfect teeth
threatening razors behind her soft moist lips.
?They have indeed?, came Sister
Harmony?s surprise answer. Sulina had no answer to
that answer. As sailing ships went, her sails were sagging in the doldrums:
there was no wind in her spinnaker anymore.
?The world renowned auditors, Arnett and Yang, have agreed
to inspect and audit our accounts. And, praise be, for
free at that. The accusations are very grave and hurtful. We wanted the best.
We?ve got the best, and they have got a completely free hand? Goodness, I do
hope that wasn?t advertising Sulina?. Sure they?ll be wanting me to sell cola next if it was!? Sister Harmony
laughed with love in every sweet note, as the audience cheered her on, and
applauded her rather weak joke.
Sulina was becoming discomforted.
She began to see flames nibbling away at the thus curling edges of the contract
she had hoped to get for her own show. She had to find a bale out and use what
she baled to save her contract too.
She was also becoming discomforted in another way. What was
it about the contrast of her own freedom to display her manifest manifold
charms in a micro-dress; and the claustrophobic imprisoning cling of the nun?s
vestments, that was causing such a disturbance in Sulina?s
tiny silk panties?
Sulina?s crossed legs tightened.
An urge to squeeze her minx flexed the pronouncedly curved calves, and
momentarily displayed the sweet muscles in the forefront of her long strong
thighs: calf curvature and thigh muscles sculpted and cultivated by her ballet
training.
?Your mission: the mission of the Sisters of Sisters is, as
we are always given to understand, the saving of what our Victorian mothers
would have called ?fallen women??, Sulina began this
time, using a tone of voice inferring superior education and consequent
condescension. It was yet another mistake. Without being in the least rude,
Sister Harmony leaped in:
?Sure, a little corrective there Sulina:
?tis the poor girls reduced to prostitution that we Sisters of Sisters are here
for, for to help them find a life outside the gutter to which misfortune has
confined them. No heart could not break to see those poor girls, many of them
also victims of the drug-taking culture rife throughout society, but not within
a poor girl?s affording, unless she sell her own god-given body to other women
seven nights a week three-sixty-five days a year???
?. The audience was spell bound. They were eating out of
Sister Harmony?s gloved hand. A dozen pins could have dropped,
they were so quiet and so wrapped by the lovely voice with the charming
champagne bubble intonation. Sulina tried to hide her
defeat behind the ?go on I?m listening? nods of her gorgeous blonde curls.
???And believe me, Sulina, I know
how wonderful the Sisters of Sisters are, for I was once one of those poor
girls: one of those ?fallen women? as you so rightly describe them?.?.
As Sister Harmony stopped her intensely sincere summation of
the role of her mission, there was, for a long moment, absolute silence. And
then the studio audience broke into sustained applause, accompanied by some
out-of-place woops and whistles, as, to a girl, they stood to applaud the sweet
nun.
The cameras now turned from Sulina,
to show the audience reaction. The depth of the sincerity that reaction demonstrated, showed, in that not one woman or girl there
looked at the monitors to see if their faces were being broadcast.
Sulina knew she had lost. She had
to wind this up. She must make the best of a bad job. It was time for the soft
soap once more.
?Sister Harmony, you have just wowed our studio audience,
and, if they are anything like me, the millions of girls and women watching at
home will, too, have a tear in their eye. Thank you!?
The applause that came next, was
the punctilious punctuation for the thanks Sulina had
expressed.
?Sister Harmony, it has been just such a wonderful
experience to have you on ?Taking the Lid Off?, and I would like personally, to
contribute my fee for this programme for your cause?.
The audience did not even seem to hear, let alone cheer
this, as Sulina intended they should. It was a
cynical manoeuvre she was now regretting. She covered
quickly, several thousand dollars the lighter though she instantly was. To wind
the show up, she returned to the light touch:
?How can you bear to be dressed, draped so anonymously head
to toe like that? Doesn?t the girl in you long to lounge beach in a bikini?? Sulina tried.
?Would you believe me if I told you that to take the veil
and wear the rubber is the, but the most liberating experience it is possible
for any girl to ever encounter, this side of heaven itself!? Sister Harmony
answered, in an intense whisper conveying such sincerity, that the audience
would have signed-up for the nunnery there and then, if she had asked them.
?If you don?t believe me, you should try it yourself!?
Sister Harmony finished, with sweet golden giggles galore as she touched Sulina gently on her hand, with her gloved fingers, to
convey that she, Sulina, was not being laughed at.
Sulina smiled, without her eyes
joining in. She had to make the best of this bad job.
But then ?Pulitzer Prize? and ?Nobel for literature? flashed
across her mind. It would be a hell of a subject to get the inside out on. She
hadn?t been planning a sabbatical, but?. Well, there might be an option here
for a report or factually based novel. There were a few seconds left?..
?Sure. Could I get a short-term contract??
she half-joked in response.
?Join the novitiate. Wear the red. After a year you have the
free choice. Convert to the white like little me, or go back into the outside
world with our continued blessing!? Sister Harmony answered.
?You?ve got me won over?, Sulina
found herself saying, for the sake of the audience reaction, the viewing
figures, and her continued desire for a contract; and to her own almost
complete surprise.
?Lady?s: this was Sister Harmony right here on ?Taking the
Lid Off??, Sulina announced as the cameras now panned
back, and the audience read and obeyed the order on the held-up placard
reading: ?long strong applause?.
As the studio lights dimmed and the fade-out credits rolled
up the home TV screens, too quickly to be read, the two people on stage, the
beautiful interviewer and the white-rubber robed nun, were clearly still
talking.
And lip-readers would not be able to see Sister Harmony say:
?If you meant that Sulina, Abbess Mercy?s door is
always open, and we will welcome you with the widest of open loving arms my
sweet sister.?
But they would have seen, Sulina
Toledo answer: ?I need to get my head together on that one Sister Harmony, but
I really feel as if I heard a call just now. And, whatever I decide, the
blessing is on you for bringing me to the choice?.
???????..
Two hours later: ?Forgive me Revered Mother, for I have
sinned?, a sweet Irish voice confessed in the cubicle reserved for that
assignment and named from it: the nunnery?s confessional.
?Sweet Sister Harmony! I cannot
believe for one moment that you have just robbed the Bank of Senabre!?, a kindly ?voice of
reason? responded from the neighbouring box.
There was a moment?s silence.
?Tell me my child. What worries you so?? the same ?voice of
reason? enquired.
?I did my duty at the television studio today Revered
Mother. And I found I could not take my eyes off the interviewer?s; off Sulina Toledo?s legs. Even now, as I think of her, it excites
me in an unforgivable way Revered Mother?, Sister Harmony whispered with a hint
of tears breaking.
?Dear dear. You poor child?, the
Abbess answered in contemplation.
?What should I do Revered Mother? I keep seeing her whenever
I close my eyes. It makes me want to be very naughty with myself, and I fear I
may have a wicked dream.?
?The cure for dreaming is to stay awake all night Sister
Harmony?, the Abbess observed.
?Must it be that?? Sister Harmony asked, with an edge of
resignation accompanied by anxiety in her voice.
?It is within my powers to order you, sweet daughter?, the
Revered Mother observed, gently.
?I will obey without order?, Revered Mother.
?Then your forgiveness will be all the greater and stronger
for that my child?, the Abbess concluded quietly.
???????..
Post
Another girl waking in a wet dream, cried out for her god to
save her, but audibly came nonetheless. Her subsequent whispered prayers for
forgiveness hissed sibilant across the noisy silence of a steamy African night.
A television camera touring the sleeping quarters, as if in
a secretly filmed documentary, would first of all have set scene with the humid
African night, and the full moon?s wan face. The accompanying microphones would
meanwhile capture the cacophony of the nocturnal wildlife.
Moving in, indeed apparently flying through one of all the
nunnery?s windows left open for ventilation, it would have panned or scanned
over the rigid rows of individual beds. On each bed it would show an individual
girl naked lying atop.
Focus on any one girl would show the wooden block she had
for her pillow, and her wrists and ankles held out in an ?X?. She is shackled
to the corners of her bed, lying on her back. Her only covering is the mosquito
net. The net is for covering the bed. It covers the girl coincidentally.
All the girls are lying on their backs. All the beds are
under mosquito net tents.
Several beds are completely empty. One bed, though made up
for sleeping, with wooden pillow and sacking mattress, is empty.
Now the imaginary camera in the fictitious documentary looks
for the source of the quiet sobbing: the girl missing: the cause of the one
empty bed with a pillow readied.
It sees an open window. Nothing unusual
there. It is a hot night and all the windows are open, as has already
been established. But there is a light at this window and it is not that of the
moon alone.
A shadowy figure stands obediently there. She wears her
nun?s cowl covering her head, but is otherwise in her underwear. In essence,
she has removed the rubber ?bell? that makes up her dress. Even so, she is
still clad head to toe in rubber vestments.
She is clad head to toe but for two all too beautiful parts
of her anatomy. Her vest is purposely designed to let her bare breasts poke
through. The light the camera has seen, the light adding to moonglow,
comprises two lights in fact.
The two soft spotlights are beamed on soft breasts. The
camera finally moves close in. It has discovered whose sobs of distress are
being heard. The sobs of distress other than those from the girl who has just
had a wet-dream in her bed that is.
It moves in on the standing girl. She has her hands clasped
behind her back. Her feet are slightly apart. She is there to be punished for
having lascivious thoughts about the lovely reporter Sulina
Toledo?s elegant legs. We can see, in the camera?s eye we can see, the girl who
owns the lovely bare breasts.
We wonder why she sobs so. Is to be made to stand all night
so great a punishment? Then we see her nipples and how hugely distended and
erect they are.
Now we realise she is sobbing in
the greater part, not because she cannot take her punishment like a girl, but
because her nipples have become heavily engorged by their being engaged in the
process that has caused her to spurt in her rubber knickers. Something has made
her cum.
Has she been dreaming on her feet? Sleeping
whilst standing. Has he been seeing Sulina
Toledo?s inspirationally erotic legs before her minds eye? All that strength in
such smooth curves: the caressing cling of those fabulously lucky stockings:
the hint of stocking top at the hem of Sulina?s
dress: the hem atop those powerful perfectly smooth thighs?
Yes and yes. Yes and also. The ?also? that has made the girl
cum we now see. The girl?s bare breasts are a sea awash with crawling insects.
She bears the horror of their repeated and constant bites.
She sobs as they suck blood from her bare breasts and
nipples.
She is voluntarily saving her companions from these insects.
These insects are her punishment for admiring Sulina Toledo?s beautiful legs.
Sister Harmony?s bare breasts and nipples are being, all but
eaten alive, by hundreds upon thousands of mosquitoes.
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her perky breasts with the other. At 34 she had a good body, slender with nice tits and blonde hair. She was just about to cum when a knock on her door stopped her. 'Jenny?' She asked, gently rubbing her clit. 'No. It's Milly' was the reply. 'Okay, one second' I replied, pulling on my jeans and a top in record time. I opened the door to my 13 year old daughter. She was hot, with DD breasts and jet black hair and a slim body. 'Mum can I ask you something?' She said, stepping into my...
3 years ago
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A Come BackChapter 25 Special Delivery
The next day I awoke to the sound of a truck horn. "Kat, hurry up." Molly called up the stairs. I leaped up and into my thin summer robe. "Coming!" I called as I headed for the stairs. "Morning. Where do you want it?" The office store delivery was here and had his arms full, already! "Upstairs, on your right, two doors, one's a bathroom the other is empty and waiting for you." I smiled. "Think you best show me ma'am." He said while scratching his head. I turned and headed up...
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My Innocent Mother Changed As A Hot And Horny By Our Relative Final
First of all thanks a lot for the audience. I got a really good response for the Part 7. All of you enjoyed well. And some of my friends asked whether it is a real incident? Yes. It is a real incident and I added some spice in it. Now moving to the story, I moved towards the rose petal lips in between her legs, my birth place. I cannot express the smell in words. It is not a urine smell. It is not a bad smell or good smell. It is something different. Something which I never gone through in my...
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A chance encounter1
I pulled in and, as expected, there was nobody around. I drove to the back of the park to one of two covered shelters, each with a long, concrete picnic table down the center. In addition to being a nice, quiet place to chill for a while, this park — and this shelter in particular — was a well-known cruising area. Guys, girls and couples would come from several surrounding communities to play or hook up. I’d been sitting on top of the picnic table and was starting on my second brew when I...
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Dare to play THE SLUT WIFE GAME
“THE SLUT WIFE GAME”Now that you’re cuckolded or a wannabe cuckold in training with your sexy hot wife or girlfriend, why not add a little excitement to your cuckold interracial lifestyle? Spice things up a bit and play “The Slut Wife Game” I created. HOW TO PLAY – “THE SLUT WIFE GAME” By the rules![/b]YOU’LL NEED A SMALL PAPER BAG, PEN OR PENCIL SET IT ASIDE.(We used a paper bag. You can use what ever you want for her to pick a number in)1, WIFE PICKS A NUMBER 1-10 FROM THE PAPER BAG. Write a...
2 years ago
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First Lap Dance
"Damn honey, you look beautiful!"Sometimes hearing it, you still don't feel or believe it, though the compliment is well received. In this case however, Renee' did believe it as she stood looking at herself in the mirror.Tall, or at least tall for a woman, Renee' stood admiring her long shapely legs. The black skirt she was wearing short, short without being obscene, but definitely sexy. She had worn no panties, nor panty hose.She ran her fingers briefly through her short brown feathered hair,...
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Having Boy Friend In Girls8217 Hostel 8211 Part 1
Hi all. This is Nitya from hyderabad. I get excited when I share my experiences with stranger. So I want to post my experience and your comment will excite me. Coming to myself, I am 23 old fair normal sized girl with 34 -28-34 figure. Before I meet jay [my boy friend] I was traditional and shy girl. The relationship with jay really changed my behavior and dressing style.Thanks for the replies and some of the guys really want to have sex with me which I don’t like. But I can always help you to...
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Asking A MILF For Sugar Part Four
I was so excited to see what Jeannie and her stepsister had in mind for my visit today. Jeannie is the hottest MILF on the planet and her stepsister is hot too. I was so glad Jeannie had moved in across the street from my house. I was even more glad her husband traveled and left her alone so much. Since meeting her, I get plenty of sex. Sex with a MILF is so much better than being with a bunch of young women who just like to tease and please. Most of the women I meet, are just a bunch of...
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Friends and BenefitsChapter 29
I had trouble falling asleep that night. Part of it was the unfamiliar room and unfamiliar bed. Part of it was that I was too keyed up from the evening, and from anticipation of the next day. I thought about calling Sherri, but it was already past midnight her time. Eventually I just flipped on the TV and watched a B-movie on Showtime until I was drowsy and bored enough to sleep. I woke up earlier than I wanted and, after lying in bed for half an hour, got up and went questing for...
3 years ago
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The Lady in Blue Ch 03
Chapter Three: The night belongs to the Hawk Ted’s point of view I sat next to her on the curb, my arm around her shoulders as she sobbed. The smell of fire was still strong in the air. Flashing red and blue lights lined the street. Police and firefighters surrounded the burned out hulk of her car, their radios squawking. The area was cordoned off with yellow crime scene tape the same way they had sealed the street with sawhorses. The Harris County Medical Examiner’s van was parked just short...
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All My Fault
"It's all your fault, you know." I was jolted to awakeness by those soft words from my loving wife of just a tad over five years. We were spooned together, me behind her, in a warm embrace. I was feeling very relaxed, defenseless and ready to sleep after a VERY passionate session of love making. My wife, Katey, had initiated it (rare occurrence) and had been very animated and seemed determined to "kill me with kindness" (never occurrence). It was definitely one for the record books. I'm...
2 years ago
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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 10 the Flaming WomanChapter 13 Discovered Love
Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Xerathalasia – The Free City of Raratha My fingers dug into the cracks in the rotting mortar of the abandoned tower, my ears prickling. From the top, our destination, I could hear the passionate moans of sex, the plunge of hard cock into wet pussy, the slap of flesh on flesh. But despite those lusty sounds, no desires stirred through me. Our business tonight was dark. Minx climbed above me, the halfling scampering up the side of the tower with...
2 years ago
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Bad Girl
John pulled Kelsey into the bed room and stripped her clothes off and leaned her over the bed. He took off his belt and gave her ten hard smacks leaving welts on her ass. He screamed at her "I told you if I caught you fucking the yard man again I would punish you. You are paid to do my house work not fuck the help." He then gave her ten more smacks and now her ass was red and covered in marks. He stood her up on her feet and put the belt around her neck and jerked her to him. He tightened the...
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Meine zurckgebliebene Schwester
Als ich noch ein kleines Kind war, war noch alles gut. Unsere Mum und Dad hatten eine glückliche Beziehung und zusammen mit meiner zwei Jahre älteren Schwester Marianne waren wir eine ganz normale Familie. Doch mit den Jahren wurde es vor allem für unser Vater ein Problem, dass sich meine Schwester nicht wie ein normales Kind entwickelt. Es fällt Marianne sehr schwer zusammenhänge zu begreifen oder neue dinge zu lernen. Das sie dann auch noch auf eine "Idioten-Schule" ging, wie es unser Vater...
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Apocalyptic Lovers Life Begins to Revive
Life Begins to Revive (I suggest your read Apocalyptic Lovers before getting into this sequel.) Following the massive meteor strike near Kansas City, a strong earthquake had moved in a wave across the entire North American continent. Megatons of dust, rocks and dirt had been hurled into the atmosphere. The resulting dust and dirt cloud that enveloped the earth blocked out much of the sun's light. Massive worldwide crop failures soon followed. Slowly, the cloud of dust and dirt had...
4 years ago
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Without a Reason
JonnyB and Rico are two young men in their early twenties. They are on a wild ride cross-country and are looking to do and hoping to find in no particular order mischief, trouble, danger and excitement. The next town was maybe an hour away and the one after close to three so it looked like they would be calling it a night sooner than later. Thundering down the highway they caught up to another vehicle displaying out of state plates so the cruised along side and check out the occupants. Two...
3 years ago
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Sex Education ndash My Daughter
This story is a spin off from my series "My Son's Secret Desire". Please visit my profile for the earlier stories. Here is a link to the introduction Leigh Darby:http://xhamster.com/user/mooremike/posts/442063.htmlLeigh pulled into her garage after another day as Principal of the local high school. She really enjoyed her job but even more so recently when she had seduced young Tony. It had been way too long since the mature principal had any sex at all. When she had let go with young boy it was...
3 years ago
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Charlie Zeros Lastditch AttemptChapter 3
He woke up the next afternoon not remembering what had happened the night before. He stumbled to the telephone and quickly dialed his boss in a heated rush as he wouldn’t be showing up for work that day, and judging by the crumpled crème-colored card that he found in the palm of his hand, he also had an appointment with Artie Tedesco that he hoped to avoid, considering how nauseous he felt. He swore that he would never go to the bar to drink again, regardless if this Artie Tedesco brokered...
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There and BackChapter 184 Reluctant Return
We finally separated, scrambling out of the hammock with a lot of giggling and touching and kissing until we were both decent. And then Alistair picked up my parents’ journal, wrapped one arm around my waist, and pulled me sideways into the hammock so we could cuddle and swing. “Want to talk about it?” He lifted the journal and waggled it at me. I snuggled closer, pressing my face against his chest, soothed by his soft heartbeat beneath my ear. “They visited here a lot.” I let out a shaky...
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Gaint Cock
Angela was searching her brother's desk for her calculator when she ran across an odd-looking jar of brown stuff. She picked it up and read 'Pheromonic Testosteric...' followed by a foreign word not readable or pronounceable. She removed the lid, sniffed: "Mmmh nice," she thought, noticing only a little was gone, then put it back wondering what her geek brother used it for. She found the missing calculator and went back to her room angry and vowing to yell at him for borrowing without asking....
3 years ago
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Pious Aunty
I do not know why at all I selected this woman to have a sexual relation. May be my sixth sense told, she is a good lay in spite of her not so good looks. May be my standards have dropped after I started to get animal pleasures out of my good looking but fat wife. May be I had this over ambitious dick trying to conquer a little more. May be I wanted some thrill out of my pleasure giving skills. May be, may be ….. Forget it; the fact is that I have established a definite sexual relation with...
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My Day
My Day " Oh no, Kenny has a huge cock" Nan said with a laugh. "He's huge, like a horse. I never actually measured it but he tells me it's well north of 9 inches and I do believe that to be true considering how uncomfortable he can be when he forces that damned thing in me." That comment stopped me in my tracks, I laughed it off, we both giggled like school girls but I found the thought of it amazing. I've known Nan and Kenny for years, I went to school with Nan, I knew her family...
1 year ago
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HandsOnHardcore Zara Durose Gettin8217 Kinky With The Cam
Zara Durose & Joss Lescaf are getting kinky with the cam in today’s Hands on Hardcore masterpiece by DDF Network. The two start making out on the pool table and continuously take pictures of each other while fucking on that green fabric! He takes a snapshot of her grabbing him by his balls, sucking his enormous black dick and licking his big balls. See that hot Redhead take off her top and reveal her big round tits to his smartphone camera. Zara Durose can’t wait to feel his big...
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An Erotic And Sensual Blindfolded Experience
Hello my horny iss readers!!! It’s been a pleasure sharing my experiences with you guys as you have shown a lot of love by writing to me with those wonderful comments and all kinds of requests.. It’s been a long time since I have shared my experiences with you as I have been a little busy trying to meet all the lovely horny girls and woman in this busy schedule who are waiting to be loved and pleased in the most special and unique ways.. For all the new readers let me introduce myself. I’m...
4 years ago
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Late Night movie with my duaghter
Any man with a gorgeous sexy daughter, sister, aunt or even mother is lying if he says he has never had sexual thoughts or fantasies about them. Most dare not act out on those fantasies in fear of rejection or being caught in the act of incest. If there was no chance of prosecution or social embarrassment, I’m sure any man or woman would act out on their deepest darkest sexual desires, incest. My experience begins with describing my sexy young 18 year old teenage daughter. Erin has long...
4 years ago
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Memories in the Sea
The morning smelled of the soft pine that stood at the edge of the yard. The slight scent of dew stood out among the pine. Mixed with the pine and dew also was the dominate smell of a woman, who stood at the steps of her home. Her build was one of a large, hefty woman. She had been called, by those not so tactful, a mountain of unmovable flesh. Her brow just slightly connected and her lips were thin against such a large face. She bore green eyes that shone, these were though very blank. Above...
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Ladys Last DanceChapter 15
Akron, Ohio "Stand by, everyone! Condition Red!" Paul Brown's voice rose only slightly in the command center. The urgency of the message he had just sent was, however, not lost on the rescue team. "If it were not for the good work and dedication of our sister, Martha, we would have never caught this sacrilege. There were three people involved in this hurtful situation. They will pay tonight." "God Damn it PAUL! Get in there!" shouted TC over the communication net. "Not yet, just a...
3 years ago
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PinwheelChapter 7
We arrived back at the barracks and packed our gear, Raz went to the showers to clean up and wash off the blood and sweat from the battle, then we hung out in the mess hall for a while, chatting with the other trainees and sharing stories about the day’s encounter. Raz was now a favorite of the Krell, and even the rest of the pack had gleaned some respect from the other races after their impressive display, most of them seemed happy to be going home though, Raz explained that being separated...
4 years ago
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My Journey Part 2
Hello friends, Thank you so much for the amazing response. I am so happy with the feedback emails and the likes. I am really happy to know that all of you liked my story so much. Please read my previous story to understand this part. Ab aap logo ka zyada waqt waste na karte huye, hum story pe aate hai. Jo naye readers hai unhe bata du ki mera naam nikita hai, main Ahmedabad ki rehne waali hu. Mere boobs ki size 38D hai and 40 ki gaand. Mere boobs aur gaand ko dekh kar bahot logo ka lund tight...
2 years ago
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The Sissys Shower
The Sissy's Shower By Cassandra Morgan It began as a fantasy, a whisper to my soul. A notion, a bit of whimsy. Nothing more. And so I asked. And the beast grew. It turned into desire, into flames licking at my being. A want, a temptation. Just that. And so I pleaded. And the beast grew larger. It turned into a need, into a thirst, into a hunger. It was an urge, a wish. It grew into something raw, something all-encompassing. And so I begged. Please, Karen. Let me be...
1 year ago
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How a stranger ignited my sexuality at the bar and had sex
It was a Sunday afternoon and I had taken a long weekend off from work as I was too bored with my life. I had recently been through a very rough patch in my life. I had broken up my 10-year-old relationship with my boyfriend after which I was into severe depression. I wanted to stay alone for this weekend but somehow staying alone made me remember all the bad memories. So, I decided that Sunday night I would just let myself free and go out. I dressed up a black cocktail dress and applied bold...
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Dirty Texts With My Sister
I secretly recorded my mom masturbating for about a minute as I held my sister in front of me, poking her in the back with my throbbing cock. I have been staying at my parents' house since I lost my bartending job after the restaurant I worked at shut down for good two months ago. I've been pretty lethargic, sleeping most of the day and hanging out in a tiny little bedroom. I'm 26 and accustomed to having my own space. Suddenly having to share space with my mom, dad, and little sister was a big...
Taboo
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Jokes and GigglesChapter 375
This compliments of John Z. How To Give a Cat a Pill 1) Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow. 2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. 3) Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy...
3 years ago
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The Trailer Park The Third YearChapter 5
"Tony, you have a phone call," Mom said from my doorway. I pulled the pillow over head and mumbled something about midnight. "It's not midnight, it's a little after eight. Besides, you were still up at midnight. Do you want me to tell Tami to call back later?" The part of that sentence that registered right away was Tami. The rest took longer to process. "I'll take it," I said, uncovering my head and reaching for the phone. Mom stepped into the room, handed it to me, then left,...
3 years ago
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Let me tell you a story
Let me tell you a story .... Let me tell you a story. I think those are among the most wonderful phrases in the world. With just those six words, a person can be prepared to be transported to another world, or another time, or feel like a fly on the wall of a real life event. Which kind of story is this one? Well, let me tell you, and you can judge. My story starts when I was about sixteen years old, and I was not doing all that well. I had been struggling with my gender...
2 years ago
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Revenge or Is It
This happened about three months after my one night stand in Liverpool with Keith. It was Chris's birthday; Chris was my long term boyfriend/partner at the time. We had been going steady for about eight years. We had decided a couple of days earlier that we would go out for a meal and then onto a late night showing at the cinema. It was about six in the evening when we started to get ready, Chris and I both climbed into the shower. I wanted this to be a special night for Chris, so I took...
3 years ago
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SExual perversion has its benefits
After an afternoon shopping spree at the mall one Friday, Terri and I planned to go to my house with our newly purchased sexy lingerie as usual. We often modeled sexy attire together to see what would we wanted to wear on a night out on the town with our men. Hell after all, they are the ones who got us enjoying dressing like little sluts for their sexual amusement. We liked to play around as we flaunted our stuff while sampling the newly purchased merchandise. Pulling into the driveway, I...
2 years ago
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Abby 2
It was about 2pm when I woke. Rosco was lying next to me, keeping guard I assumed as the back door was still open. I staggered upstairs making sure Rosco stayed in the lounge. By now I was fed up of constantly taking baths, and although every muscle in my body ached I settled for a long hot shower. Half an hour later I was drinking hot coffee, this time dressed in the correct white dress. I looked out of the patio doors and could see that the rain had stopped some time ago. This of course...
3 years ago
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Accidentally Gangbanged My Mother Chapter 8211 2
Author’s Note: This story is a continuation of my earlier story “Accidentally Gangbanged my Mother”. So I suggest you’ll to read it first. Also I’d like to thank everyone who liked it and wanted me to continue with the plot. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it. ***** “You want to have sex with your Mom?” she asked, surprised and yet clearly flattered. As I was about to reply the cab driver stopped. We had reached home. I paid the cab driver and we got into our house. As I closed the door shut,...
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My First Sex Partner Padose Ki Gujarati Aunty
Hi frnds, mera nam Nainit hai or me Ahmedabad ke satellite area me rehta hu. Meri umra 22 saal ki hai. Meri kahani 6 mahine purani hai or iski saruaat 8 mahine pehle hui thi jb me apni graduate ki final exam ki preparation kar raha tha. Mere padose me ek uncle, aunty or unki ek ladki rehti hai. Uncle or aunty ke bich kaafi age difference hai. Uncle kaafi padhe likhe hai or govt job karte he or hamesa meri padhai me help karte rehte hai isliye muje jb b koi doubt hota to unke pass chala jata....
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Million Dollar Baby
Being different has its own unique problems, especially if you’re a millionaire like me. My name’s Jake and I’m living in a mansion, rich beyond my wildest dreams. All I want in life is a girl who will love me forever, and after ages of searching I think I’ve finally found her, Taylor. I’ve had so many girlfriends before her, but every single one of them just wanted me for the money. Things are different with Taylor though. You can easily tell she loves me for who I am, and she’s a millionaire...
3 years ago
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StonefingersChapter 16
The remaining days of our brief trip to New Mexico were relaxed and fun. My dad finally got his opportunity to show me off to some of his friends and faculty colleagues, and they were appropriately admiring of his oversized son’s athletic accomplishments. Peggy and Maria became fast friends, and nothing more was discussed about Peggy’s unusual occupation. Tad got the attention a prospective grandson would expect to receive, and the boy really liked Albuquerque. The Friday morning after...