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A Shocking Development from The slavegirl Chronicles by slavegirl [email protected]
During the past week Derek and Ginger discussed moving in together. Definitely a precursor to marriage. While Ginger expressed willingness, two months were left on her lease and Derek's studio apartment was too small. They agreed to investigate alternatives.
On Friday, in celebration of their six-month anniversary, Derek took Ginger to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Ginger felt a bit naughty and bought a dress especially for the evening. She wanted to dress to impress Derek and demonstrate her appreciation for his love and attention. Her pale pink dress was an architectural marvel which displayed her curvature with style and taste while never failing to simultaneously emote sexuality and desire. The back of the dress was another issue altogether. The back of the dress didn't exist. The only thing displayed from Ginger's bare shoulders all the way down to the cleft of her ass was skin. The magic trick was a delicate silver chain across her back that kept the dress from falling away from the front of her body.
Her breasts were 'just right'. Neither understated little girl bumps, nor over stated DD's. Ginger's dress caressed attention getting C+ breasts that were a delight to display on her trim body. Never to be considered skinny, her body was adorned with the lithesome curves that would be enthusiastically adored by any devotee of body art. With her tall neck, bare shoulders, and pendant necklace bringing your attention to the cleft between her perfect breasts, there were none in attendance who could ignore her presence. The narrow dress fell six inches short of her knees and was additionally graced with a slit partway up her right thigh to titillate the male population in her vicinity. Sheer black stockings held in place with a black leather garter belt would peek out the slit as she moved seductively to entice Derek's attention towards the after dinner temptations which were sure to follow. Having her feet bejeweled in her five inch high silver stiletto heels glimmering with rhinestone gems added to her total package of being a stylish vamp. With every step Ginger took her right leg showed a delightful flash of upper thigh which was further exemplified by the 'conservative' five inch heels she wore. The five inch heels were considered conservative compared to the six inch heels Derek preferred, actually insisted, she wear most of the time.
Ginger was desired by all the men, and undoubtedly by some of the women in the restaurant, as well. Such a little minx.
They were shown to a secluded table where they could kiss and cuddle without distracting other diners. Except for taking their orders and keeping the two champagne glasses filled the waiter left Derek and Ginger alone.
Over filet mignon, rice pilaf and asparagus spears, they reminisced about the joys and romance in their relationship. Derek, always the optimist, felt they were soul mates destined to spend their lives together. On the other hand, Ginger knew Derek to be a person with strong opinions about the precise way things should be done. However, his compulsion to always be in charge was but a small concern when balanced against his charming personality, handsome physique and the absolute bliss he offered in bed. Derek adored her and always treated her like royalty. He was Ginger's Prince Charming.
Derek toasted every little detail about their time together and Ginger lost track of how much champagne she had consumed. While waiting for the German chocolate cake desert, Derek pulled an impressive full color brochure from his jacket pocket.
"I've made reservations for us this holiday weekend," Derek said.
Feeling tipsy, Ginger wasn't sure she had heard correctly. They had not discussed a weekend trip. Nevertheless what girl wouldn't like the idea of getting away together for a romantic weekend at a secluded estate on a lake surrounded by a lush green forest. This would be enticing. Massages, gourmet meals and hiking trails were all part of the package. Ginger definitely could enjoy a couple days of rest, relaxation and lovemaking.
"A limo will pick us up at six tomorrow morning so you'll stay with me tonight," Derek announced. "We'll have three days away from the city."
Ginger wanted to decline but the champagne weakened her resolve and prevented her from making rational decisions. "I have to pack," she said.
"No need. Everything will be provided at the estate," Derek assured her.
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A black stretch limo with dark tinted windows arrived promptly at 6:00 AM. Derek and Ginger walked over with their overnight bag. The chauffer along with an attractive young woman stepped forward to assist them.
The chauffer said, "Hello, I'm Oscar," and gesturing to his side, "This is Marlene. The drive will take a little over seven hours and Marlene will be available to assist you during the trip."
Marlene continued, "I'll be serving you breakfast once we get started." Then she returned to the passenger seat.
The Limo was top of the line, luxurious and with all the creature comforts you could imagine. Being pampered here would be an understatement.
As they moved out into traffic, Derek and Ginger hugged with big smiles on their faces. The limo soon entered the Interstate and was traveling smoothly when over the intercom Marlene asked if they were ready for breakfast.
Not seeing a microphone, Derek simply said, "That would be perfect."
Ginger was puzzled. With the privacy partition separating Derek and her from the front seats, how could Marlene provide them with breakfast?
Her silent question was answered immediately when the partition behind the passenger seat slid sideways into the center section of the limo, revealing Marlene in a Captain's chair, which pivoted to face the rear before sliding on a set of rails that were hitherto unnoticed. Marlene immediately dropped to her knees, pressed a button on the back of the partition. The bench seat opposite them opened into a serving area much like a commercial airplane would have. Breakfast was eggs Benedict accompanied by Canadian bacon and a choice of orange juice, tomato juice, and/or coffee.
Once they finished, Marlene informed them, "Along with the usual beverages, we also have a full bar if you wish some alcoholic libations along the way. Just press the green button on your right and the doors will open. This is all included as part of your weekend estate package, so please choose whatever you like."
With that, Marlene sat back in her seat, pressed a silver button on the arm rest, and the seat slid forward into the front compartment. Derek and Ginger could see the seat start to pivot to face the front as the partition began to slide shut behind her. Simultaneously, the glass window in the partition closed with a steel door.
Over the intercom, Oscar announced, "Your privacy is ensured. If you wish any assistance from Marlene, press the blue button and she will be returned to you."
Ginger perked up... what a curious way to phrase that comment.
The journey continued with tasty treats that were available in the bar. Marlene assisted with a lunch that would rival many of the best of restaurants, and later showed them how to use the black button. The seats slowly converted into reclining chairs, actually a bench, the windows darkened, the cushions softened and the two love birds drifted into a gentle two hour long nap.
They were awakened as the limousine came to a stop at the estate gate. This in itself was amazing. The gate was a very large wrought iron affair that opened and closed much like you would expect from a bank vault. Oscar tapped in the security code for the gate to open and they proceeded onto the estate property.
The road wandered uphill through the forest, often showing breathtaking vistas of the valley below. Fifteen or twenty minutes passed, and still no sign of the estate. Soon Oscar brought the limo to a halt at a second gate. Larger, more impressive than the first. Even more attention getting was the tall rugged stone wall that extended in both directions from the gate, ensuring privacy from the outside world.
There was no touch pad to enter an entry code. Instead, this gate had an intercom to the estate proper. Oscar announced their arrival and the gate opened before them. Another five or six minutes passed before the limo pulled up to the estate.
Ginger immediately said, "This isn't the estate shown on the brochure."
Derek responded with, "There may be a chain of estates, I'm sure they'll clarify this inside."
And inside was yet to be reached.
The 'Estate' looked more like a castle. Huge. Bigger than a whole square block in the city. At least two stories high and emanating rustic invulnerability. The entryway easily could have been originally designed as part of a drawbridge for a European castle. After driving through the archway, the opening closed as a large solid wood door slowly swung shut.
The view of the courtyard took Ginger's breath away. Pathways wandered around majestic fountains, through vibrant rose gardens, under weeping willows and across a bridge or two. The picturesque setting felt tranquil and relaxing. This weekend was destined to be an experience they would remember forever.
A butler walked down the steps from the main entrance to greet them as they exited the limo. "Welcome to the Hoffmeyer Estate. If you'll please follow me and I'll show you to your rooms."
Ginger jerked bolt upright. "Hoffmeyer! Derek, that's your last name."
"Yes, my dear. This is the family estate. I think you'll enjoy your stay here. I always do."
Ginger replied, "I had no idea you came from such a prestigious background."
"And that's the way it should be. If you love me for just being me, then there should be no reason to be distracted by whatever money I may or may not have access to. Don't you agree?"
Ginger was stunned by this new revelation. All she could say was, "Yes, of course, but..."
"Come, Darling, I hadn't realized the hour, we're right on time to have dinner with the family. We can go up to our rooms later." Derek held out his hand to lead Ginger to the dining room.
Along the way Ginger tried to absorb the immense grandeur of the estate. The sculptures, paintings, architecture, everything was mind boggling to the young middle class city girl. They passed through what seemed to be a never-ending continuum of art and history from the major nations of the world.
Upon entering the dinning room, Derek said, "Hello Uncle, let me introduce you to Ginger. Ginger, my Uncle Heinz."
"Ginger, my dear, what a stunning young lady your are. Derek has told us so much about you, but he never mentioned what a beauty you are. So glad to finally meet you."
"Glad to meet you, Sir."
"Come, my dear, you and Derek sit up here beside me." The two people on Uncle Heinz's left stood up and moved further down the table to make their places available to Derek and Ginger.
Ginger was thrilled to have such a seat of honor beside Uncle Heinz at the table. When she looked down the table it was immediately obvious that she was one of only two women seated at the table.
Uncle Heinz called out, "Let us start with the appetizers."
Ginger sat on Uncle Heinz's left with Derek beside her. There were twelve people seated at the large table, which could easily accommodate twenty. There was an additional table on each side. Ginger estimated a total of forty guests could be seated if need be.
Six serving girls started to bring in the appetizers. Ginger's first thought was that the girls themselves must be the appetizers. High stiletto heels echoed around the room. Their hair and makeup was perfectly done and equal to what you would see in a high class fashion magazine. They all presented a dazzling display of feminine beauty and elegance.
The outfits they wore were skimpy, tightly fitted, and clearly meant to be sexually suggestive. Everything you could ever imagine, starting with a classic French Maid's uniform, complete with the tiny flared skirt, low cut blouse, net seamed stockings, and the obligatory small white apron with lace trim. When you added her charmingly submissive smile, you had a package that would gain the attention of every man on the planet. Another girl only had a short halter-top and was naked from the waist down. Black patent ballet boots accentuated the girl's legs. Ginger was fascinated by the girl's gorgeous legs and her ability to walk on her toes. Ginger was simultaneously curious and disturbed.
Ginger turned to Derek, "What on earth... "
Derek raised his hand to silence her.
Again Ginger started to say, "Derek, what... "
Derek touched his index finger to her lips to silence her again.
Another exquisite body was only adorned in a string bikini along with the extreme high heels which seemed to be the only constant between the various costumes.
The most attention getting outfit was worn by a lithe petite blonde named Alex. She was dressed in silver chains that were attached to her body. Her septum, tongue, nipples, labia, and clit were all pierced. Her piercings all displayed heavy rings meant to impress. And the chains were not simple delicate little jewelry chains draped for show. These were real chains meant to hold her tight and secure; they were capable of locking Alex in place. In this case they were locking Alex to herself with ease. Chains were connected from the nose ring in her septum to her nipples, from her tongue ring to her clit, and from her clit back up to her nipples.
Derek told Ginger that Alex was the designated water girl. Ginger didn't see how this was possible, since Alex's wrists were also chained to her sides. It wasn't until Alex turned sideways that Ginger noticed the large two gallon bottle attached to Alex's ponytail. There was a funnel fitted to the top of the bottle so the dinner guests could pour their water glasses into the gallon bottle as Alex circulated around the room. As more and more water was added, the water bottle gained weight. Alex's head began to be pulled back harder and harder, putting more of a pull on the combined piercings in front of her. Before the bottle was full, Alex's head was being pulled back quite far. The combined strain on her tongue pulling towards her clit, her nose being pulled towards her nipples, and her nipples being pulled towards her clit had her in tears with her head pulled back so far that Alex was unable to look forwards to see where she was going. Her solution was to turn sideways and look to her side as best she could. Not the best answer to the problem, but better than standing still in constant agony for the evening. Ginger turned to Derek questioningly and he explained that Alex could not leave until her water bottle was full.
The most unusual costume was the girl in a one piece bright red rubber body suit complete with hands, feet, and a lace up hood. There were matching steel cuffs on both her wrists and ankles; with short chains connecting each pair. Her eyes could be seen through the small cutouts, the eye makeup was a bold red that matched her outfit. The only skin showing was from the cutouts for her pale breasts and ass which stood out in sharp contrast to the tight red rubber. The girl definitely attracted attention. Numerous people gestured for her to come over to them so they could torment her prominently displayed nipples. It was the girl's slow progress that caused Ginger to notice the short chain connecting the girl's ankle cuffs. She was hobbled!
Uncle Heinz produced a paddle from under his chair and passed it to his right around the table. The girl automatically followed the paddle from guest to guest as each paddled her butt and her breasts. The apparent goal seemed to be for the girl's breasts and butt to match the color of her red outfit. When the paddle finally came to Derek, Ginger expected him to pass the paddle on to Uncle Heinz. Instead, Derek took the paddle, stood up, and told the girl to arch her back and bend forward.
She was offering her breasts to him.
Derek said, "Head up!" and he paused to enjoy the helpless girl's plight.
"Pick a number!"
Unable to talk with the hood encasing her head, she just whimpered.
Derek continued, "Well, this will have to do... two breasts, twelve guests, that would be twenty four strokes." Derek laid into her breasts alternating in continuous sets of four from side to side. 1,2,3,4 then 5,6,7,8... 9,10,11,12... 13,14,15,16... 17,18,19,20... 21,22,23,24.
"Perfect. Now turn around and offer me your butt."
The girl turned around, bent forward and waited patiently.
"Further!"
She bent further until her back was horizontal.
"That might be good enough for the others, but I know you can do better. Bend all the way down and touch your toes." As she bent further down, Derek added, "Legs straight!"
Derek turned to his Uncle and held out his hand. Uncle Heinz handed him a small padlock, which Derek immediately used to lock the girl's wrist chain to her ankle chain.
"Yes, that's what I want."
And Derek unleashed an intense flurry of 24 without mercy. The girl in red almost fell over.
Derek commented, "Very nice. You may go now."
Ginger was stunned by his behavior. Was this her sweet loving Derek?
She sat frozen in shocked silence as the girl in red, still locked in the position of touching her toes, hobbled ever so slowly towards the kitchen.
A different set of six serving girls brought in a small salad as soon as the first group cleared the previously used dishes. These girls were decked out in Spandex, rubber, leather and even satin. Three blondes had the cuffs around their wrists and ankles both connected with short chains. Their movements generated an almost musical serenade. A stunning black leather lace up long line corset dress was a harsh contrast to the erotic sensations it provoked. The dress laced its full length from her upper back all the way down to her knees. The small waist pinched in below well developed breasts while also accentuating an ass that was destined to attract male interest. The dress laced as tightly as possible all the way down to her knees. This in conjunction with amazingly high platform heels restricted the girl's steps to a miniscule inching along. The extreme nature of the dress made one wonder how she could possibly display the happy smile she maintained.
Ginger was very uncomfortable sitting in the middle of this sex parade and her squirming was starting to be noticed by Uncle Heinz... who smiled at her dilemma.
The main course arrived promptly after the salad plates were cleared. At this point there were eight girls, seven were in chains. They were the six from the first course, plus two. Some were quite restrictive with hobbled ankles causing tiny feminine steps.
The seventh girl was so restricted that there was no possibility of her actually serving during the meal. The girl was naked, bent over at the waist locked into a position similar to the girl in red. Her arms were around her legs and the cuffs on her wrists were locked together behind her legs. Her outfit was a pair of skyscraper platform heels. And nothing more! Bent over like that she couldn't see where she was going. The eighth girl was there to lead her on a leash to guide her progress.
As the six girls were serving the entree, the naked girl was being led around the table for all to see. It was immediately self evident by her bright red ass that she must be the girl who was paddled in the red rubber outfit during the appetizers. While touring around the table they came past where Ginger was seated. The girl looked sideways and Ginger recognized her... It was Marlene!
Marlene's ordeal continued during the main course. Nearly every man she went past swatted her bottom numerous times. Her ass was progressively getting redder and redder. Yet Marlene never uttered a sound.
Ginger wanted to get up and leave, but when she started to rise from her seat, both Derek on one side and Uncle Heinz on the other side, pushed her back down onto the chair.
Again a parade of nubile young bodies provided eye candy for those in attendance.
The plates were cleared and strawberry cheesecake was served.
Once the sweet treat had been devoured, the second desert was about to begin.
Eleven naked girls came out, each standing behind one of the men and the other woman at the table. Uncle Heinz raised his hand, held it in place for a few moments, and then pointed down.
Each of the girls dove under the table and many of the diners began to register a smile of satisfaction.
Five minutes later, Uncle Heinz called out, "One more."
It was a red eyed Marlene that came out to stand beside Uncle Heinz. He raised his hand and pointed directly at Marlene's face. When Marlene nodded to acknowledge this action, Heinz pointed at Ginger's pussy. Marlene disappeared under the table.
Ginger didn't know what to do. She was stunned. Shocked. Her body rigidly frozen in place.
Ginger tried to hold her legs together. Derek told her, "Don't fight it!"
Thus Ginger was a participant. An unwilling participant, but a participant nonetheless.
After nearly thirty minutes, Derek ordered Marlene to crawl out from under the table, kneel beside Ginger's chair, and to look up at Ginger.
"Marlene, you already know Ginger.
"Ginger, I'd like to introduce you to my wife, Marlene."
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Chapter Three (Part Three)PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF CONRAD RASCEAU, 30 YEAR OLD OVERSEERWhen we went back to the Training Room, we put the girls through postures Number 3 and 4. Though shivering and in shock, they were rather more co-operative. The switches were potent in achieving this. While they weren’t going through their postures, I spent a good deal of the time mauling them. Breasts and buttocks got my attention. So did each cunt. titillated them; stuck a finger in. They got frantic, trying...
Chapter Three (Part Two)PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF CONRAD RASCEAU, 30 YEAR OLD OVERSEERI met Miss Valdi in the Common Room at about 9.45 the following morning. I was feeling in fine fettle and was looking forward to my new duties. As far as she could, Miss Valdi looked happy too. She wore a pair of black leather thighlength boots, a black leather cache-sex and a black leather bra. Round her neck was a leather collar studded with silver. Tall, angular. She looked very formidable. At that time, I was...
Chapter Three (Part One)PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF CONRAD RASCEAU, 30 YEAR OLD OVERSEERI had a phone call to collect Babbette. Three hours earlier I had taken her to an American guest, a Mrs. Amelia Greburn. The girl would have had a gruelling time with this hefty butch lesbian. Mind you, Babbette was fairly hefty herself...a fulsome body and really big-buttocked. That was how Mrs. Greburn liked them.Arriving at the suite, I found Mrs. Greburn drowsing on a sofa, wearing a purple negligee. She was...
Chapter One (Part Three)PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF JASON BELMONTMiss Ramon and I went to the bar by the side of the swimming pool. Half a dozen or so guests were splashing about, mostly women. It was quite warm. There were tables around the pool where guests were sitting. Two slave-girls were moving hither and thither on the alert for any signal from a guest. Guests don’t like any delay in service.“A Pernod with ice,” I said in reply to Miss Ramon’s invitation. She ordered the same. The barmaid, I...
Chapter One (Part One)PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF JASON BELMONTI had rung down for morning tea and lay relaxed in the broad, soft bed. It was unlikely I would have to wait long. Service was good on Bianca’s Island. Understandably!Though its real name is, I think, Kaikos Island, I always think of it as Bianca’s Island, for she owns it and rules it. Perhaps two miles square, it is a dot in the Pacific Ocean. But a most interesting dot. It contains her vast mansion, in which I was resident, and a number...
100% fiction! Magnolia Plantation is nestled amongst tall pine trees and large oak trees in Southern Alabama. It is owned by Henry Cowart, the richest slave owner for miles around. Henry is 50 years old with salt and pepper hair, clear blue eyes, and around 6ft tall. He has large hands and broad shoulders. Henry has always had a fancy for his slave girls. He loved their dark brown and sometimes black nipples, curvy waists and large round bottoms. The showers for the slaves were set up right out...
IncestIndru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
Over the next two weeks Kathy attempted to have sex with Jim, but as the doctor warned he could have problems. At times he could attain a semi-erection, but even that didn't last too long. She could still please him orally, something she enjoyed, but penetration was impossible. To find sexual relief she turned to using a dildo, and those few quickies in the afternoon with Derrick before Karen got home from work. What she craved however was a long and exhausting fuck session, something that...
It was about ten days after we got married in that hurried ceremony in Lewes. As we ate our breakfast looking out over the English Channel Sharon said, "I want us to go up into the loft today and see what's up there. We need space for our spare furniture so it wouldn't hurt to clear out the rubbish." I had a day off so, after taking the dog for a walk, we got changed into some old clothes. Well, that's not strictly true, we got undressed, got distracted, had sex and then got dressed in...
It had started as a pleasure cruise in the Arabian Sea, nobody expected the boat to sink so suddenly. All crew and passengers were presumed drowned but 6 american schoolgirls had managed to swim ashore, where they were found in an exhausted state by the Sultans men.Relief at being rescued turned to fear as they were paraded in front of the Sultan at gunpoint. "welcome infidel whores" said the Sultan "the authorities think you are dead so nobody will come looking for you.You are my slaves now so...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
This is a spamfic, really, just something I had to get out of my system. -Kiai Revolting Development I came to in a sparsely furnished bedroom. I glanced around; the place looked big and bland, more bland than any motel I'd ever seen. "Damn, this looks like Sim City." It didn't surprise me to hear my own voice pitched in soprano; one whole side of the room was a mirror, and the diffuse bedroom lighting was bright enough for me to see the profile of breasts on what had to be...
Humor1st off, this is a story for sissies everywhere who adore and worship big black cock. If you can’t hang with that shit, move the fuck on. 2nd. I’ve tinkered with these events to protect the innocent, the not so innocent, and definitely the guilty. These stories are a blend of fiction, intermingled with actual experiences to present the powerful energies that connect dominant Nubian / Black alpha males with totally sissy, beta, omega, fem, transgender, and all those who submit to the adoration...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
A middle aged woman rekindles her adventurous sexual past with explosive results.Karen Blanchard lived a good life. She was smart, had a husband and daughter and at 42, was still a head turner. Karen came from an intact family. Neither her parents nor siblings had ever been divorced. She grew up in an upper middle class family and went to a well known liberal arts college. While her education may not have prepared her well for the competitive job market she would eventually find herself in, the...
Chapter 1 Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent. She'd heard stories about what would befall her she was ever captured by steppe tribe, and what horrors to expect. Her head still felt light from the shock. She might only be eighteen, but she was a priestess; a junior priestess, but a priestess of...
The young farmer hesitated as he stepped into the mouth of the cave. The last time he was here, his experience had been amazing but now that he was once again standing at the cave’s entrance he was regretting his decision to come back. He had just come to the delightful conclusion that the cave’s tenant was likely out and about in the forest and that it would be best to turn around and leave at a very fast pace, when he felt the thud of heavy footsteps from the back of the cave.The creator of...
Fantasy & Sci-FiBiography It was a very rare occurance when Suzi failed to leave a long and lasting impression, no matter where she went. A 25-year-old female from the great state of Washington, Suzi could easily be described as the embodiment of many-a-man's ultimate fantasy girl. With the body of a centerfold and the legs of a showgirl, this blonde, flaxen-haired beauty was simply unrivaled. At 5-foot-5 and 101 pounds, Suzi had a sensational 36d-23-34 figure and the type of cover-girl face which any man...
THE LAST THING I NEED IS ANOTHER INTERN ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me. No! I put up with that for four months last year.’ My voice was somewhat stern, almost belligerent as the words spilled out of my mouth. Without even realizing it, I had slammed my hand down on the top of the desk. It’s not the way most people would talk to their direct report on the job site. But Dan and I go back over 20 years. Dan sat back in his black leather desk chair and shot me the same calm expression he always uses....
FLASHBACK I think I’m in the clear for now. The police have come and gone, and the hotel staff has cleared the hallway outside my room. If I could, I’d try to get some sleep, but after what I’ve just been through, that would be difficult. So I’ll try to write down exactly what happened this week, while it’s fresh in my mind, in case my lawyer needs it in the morning. One thing’s for sure: I will never, ever dress up as a woman again. Who am I trying to kid? I’m trying to describe the most...
What had begun as youthful sexual experimentation as a teenager with my best friend Larry when we were both 16, quickly turned into an obsessive need for me to be on my knees sucking on his very big cock in order to get him to cum in my mouth. I had happily become a full fledged cocksucker and I eagerly blew him at every opportunity until he went off to college. After he left,however, I began to have second thoughts and I felt ashamed for having been consumed by those intense oral cravings...
What had begun as youthful sexual experimentation as a teenager with my best friend Larry when we were both 16, quickly turned into an obsessive need for me to be on my knees sucking on his very big cock in order to get him to cum in my mouth. I had happily become a full fledged cocksucker and I eagerly blew him at every opportunity until he went off to college. After he left,however, I began to have second thoughts and I felt ashamed for having been consumed by those intense oral cravings...
Oral Sex‘There are so many really cool things about being in love, you know? You can have the best day imaginable with … nothing … just her. Just being alone with her pretty much makes everything okay,’ Jared said as he sat in the middle of the big round booth at Player’s Sport Bar & Grill. ‘Huh, oh. This does not sound good,’ Pete remarked as he entered and walked to the booth with Jared and Feldman. ‘It’s not, bro. J’s waxing philosophic about poon,’ Feldman replied. ‘Ouch! J, man, you gotta move...