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Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -3- MRS SINGH Another walk through the city as a female. At least this time I had company, somebody to prevent some lone male inadvertently making me their fantasy. Lora chattered inconsequentially about the weather and football and anything but my predicament. At least she slowed a bit so my little legs weren't too rubbery as we stopped in front of an independent bookshop I'd never seen before. "Here we are, we'll get you sorted inside." She practically beamed at me. "In here?" I looked up sceptically at the sign above the door. "Popjoy's?" "It's literary. Didn't you ever read Wodehouse? Jesus!" Popjoy's had a lengthy shopfront and big windows with colourful displays of David Walliams, Harry Potter, Lee Child, Chrissy Archer and a hundred other titles and authors. Through the windows I glimpsed long, tall shelves, graceful plants and wide sofas. Inside the air was filled with a warm smell of new, printed paper, coffee and baked potatoes - my tummy rumbled. Beyond all the books, the comfy chairs and displays lay a cosy cafe, busy with mid-morning coffee lovers. Though I looked longingly in that direction Lora weaved me through the browsers, waved cheerily to a round girl behind the checkout and punched a code to get through a Staff Only door to one side of the shop. "What's the boss like?" I asked, following Lora up some narrow, worn stairs. "Dark and mysterious. Or mystical, it's hard to be sure - I'm never sure of the difference." The difference would be academic, as long as she could stop this nightmare, as long as she could wave a wand and get me out of this midget body. As long as all this was real and not me having some kind of episode. Would waking up in a padded room with a diet of mashed banana to look forward to be an improvement? At the stair head a corridor went further into the building - just an ordinary, scuffed, slightly shabby looking staff-only corridor you could find at the back of any retail establishment. Identical, unlabelled doors broke the wall's monotony down each side, though Lora ignored them, heading for the one dominating the whole corridor from the end. "Ready?" she asked, poised to rap her knuckles on it. "For what?" "Here or back to school?" "Ha ha!" She knocked, waited until a woman inside invited her in before pushing open the door and waving me through. I hesitated on the threshold, looked to her for reassurance. Lora grinned. The office beyond, and it was an office not some potion master's den, or a witch's lair was wide and airy thanks to large windows giving a view over a small, neat park. There were many bookshelves, as you might have guessed, displaying a mixture of brightly bound modern editions and thicker, more sombre vintage books. A plain wooden desk faced away from the window, but the office's occupant stood to one side watering a pot plant of some broad leaved variety I couldn't have named if you'd put a gun to my head. Aside from her sari, which shone with a kaleidoscope of colours, the most striking thing about her was the Rapunzel-thick plait hanging down her back with its tip just below the line of her hips; it shone like jet, with some silver streaking back from her temples. When she turned to watch us both I guessed she might have been approaching a beautiful fifty, with dark, smooth skin and just a few crinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She wore no visible makeup, while gold hoops gleamed in both ears, one nostril and her left eyebrow. Though I was normally too polite to stare, her eyes took mine and held them, being so beautifully shaped and incredibly dark you could have fallen right into them. "Hello, Lora. How is my special boy today?" she said, in a mellow voice tinted with the east. "Very well, thank you, Mrs Singh. This is James; James meet Mrs Singh." Snapping myself from her hypnotic stare I made myself go forward and offer a little girl hand. "Pleased to meet you," I said as she shook it. Her skin felt soft and dry, she smelt pleasantly of cloves. "James?" "Cursed. A bad one. Worst one I've seen for a while, couple of weeks at least." "Indeed you are," said Mrs Singh looking down at me carefully. She seemed very tall and at that moment, very imposing. "Take him downstairs, get him a sandwich or something and bring him back when he changes. We'll deal with it then. Okay?" Which did come sharp - I'd been expecting the magic wand, remember? And I had been pretending the schoolgirl for some time now, I must have been due a change. She must have sensed my reluctance to leave, for she smiled such a beautiful, calming smile you couldn't help yourself, but smile back. "Don't worry, James. I have been dispersing worse problems than yours since I was ten years old and about your present build." With that, she dismissed us by turning back to her plant. "How often does this sort of thing go on?" I asked Lora's back as we went back down the stairs. "Like yours? Never seen one like that, the creativity and malevolence is notable. Curses? I probably find one a week. Though I don't just cover Plymouth, I do everything West of Exeter. So I get about a bit." Then we were back in the shop. Without hesitating she went for the cafe and I had to run and catch up, tugging her hand. That latte had run through me, pooled heavily in my bladder and I needed to go. She just laughed when I baulked at the female toilet door. "Where else are you going to go, young lady?" With eyes on the floor tiles I crept inside, like a real woman was going to start screaming, and rapidly locked myself into a cubicle. While I grappled with the unfamiliar clothing and mechanics of what should have been an everyday occurrence, I studiously ignored my modified genitals - in case I could be accused of being some kind of nonce myself. Then, in the middle of enjoying the immediate relief of a long, satisfying pee, a cold draft made me shiver. Still in mid flow I was just able to save the floor from a wetting and almost cried with relief to see my hairy thighs and the much missed line of my cock. Instead of tights and knickers pushed down around my knees there were my work trousers and plain boxers; I had a tie and a shirt and bloke fingers and an Adam's Apple and everything! I would have hollered with joy had I not remembered where I'd got myself trapped. Lora laughed when she saw me, blushing furiously and edging out of the lady's. She had a good laugh, mellow and rocking - possibly insensitive at that moment, but my own relief came like a sugar rush so I laughed too - partly from the sitcom timing, partly because she looked so lovely. Then I remembered her Mum had christened her Dennis and confusion grabbed me again. "Impeccable timing," she said, leading me to the coffee shop again. "Just don't leave me alone with any blokes!" "This lot?" she waved dismissively at the coffee shop's clients, who were admittedly a little elderly. "Their fantasy would be a nice- looking lass to make Horlicks and put their socks on for them." "Believe me, that would have been perfect compared..." She stopped as though she'd run into a brick wall and covered her mouth with a hand. "Oh, god - sorry. I am a thoughtless cow sometimes! Is it too soon? Course it is. Sorry, James." She laid a hand on my arm. "I get a bit blas? about stuff. Probably a coping mechanism. Anyway, we can go back to the boss now, can't we?" Back in my own body, with my own voice and with the prospect of some end to what I'd been going through for the last few days, it was easy to be dismissive myself. "If your signposting gets this behind me, you can take the piss as much as you like." So we went back up the stairs and along the corridor, Lora knocked again and there I was being invited to sit on a low chair off opposite the desk while Mrs Singh sent Lora for tea. I went through what I can only describe as a pleasant interview. Mrs Singh leant forward and watched me throughout; curious, but relaxed. She started by asking about myself; my background, what did I like, what did my parents do - she was interested in my sister's work as a teacher. Any time I did a little fast forward onto Melissa she steered me back onto easier ground; what about my girlfriends, my schooling. How did I like working for the department store? What ambitions did I have? I might have felt a little impatient with the whole process, were I not so keen to put this whole sorry episode behind me. If Mrs Singh could spare the time to listen attentively to my ordinary life then I could tell her of it.. Particularly after she disclosed that as far as my bosses at the store were concerned I had been taken to hospital and kept in for observations after collapsing outside, just before I'd booked on. I wasn't expected back until Monday, assuming I was okay by then. Even better, and increasing my wary respect for this woman's capabilities, she opened a desk drawer and produced my wallet, car keys, phone and all the other stuff I'd left behind after Barry the Cleaner had thrown me from the building. When I asked her how she'd arranged all that she just smiled, dismissing my question with an elegant gesture. "All part of the service," she said, making me wonder what this was going to cost. Then we got onto Melissa. As before, with the police and courts, I didn't let my emotions go and launch into an over dramatic tirade against her. I kept my account factual, to the point, though it was hard to keep emotion from my voice when I gave her the very edited highlights of what had happened those times I'd been alone with a man. "The letter was the medium of cursing you," she said, when my tale was done. "Her words carried the curse and by reading them you were infected." "It just looked like an ordinary letter!" "I know. But this is a powerful instrument, that woman has poured a lot into such a curse. You are most lucky Lora found you." I made some, mumbled comment about the pervert I'd last been transformed by and she shook her head. "I don't just mean that. The time of each transformation was getting longer, yes? I imagine that had the curse worked its course the intervals being male would have disappeared entirely. Imagine, James what would be the value of a woman who could be the fantasy object of any man she was left alone with? What would a woman, who could resemble any woman - actress, singer, celebrity, fantasy - be worth to some unscrupulous person as a prostitute?" For a second the room swayed as her words hit me. My face chilled and I gripped my knees painfully. She reached to touch my hand, her fingers' warmth relaxed me slightly. "It's done. The curse is lifted." "Done?" I'd half expected some opaque ritual; sprinkling of holy water and intonations in strange languages, though my expectations were moulded by the entertainment industry's interpretations of witchcraft and magic. Mrs Singh didn't appear to possess either a pointy hat or a wand. "Yes. Though I suggest you spend the rest of the day with Lora, test the water so to speak. So you have the confidence to be with men again." "Just like that?" "Just like that." "I don't know what to say, thank you - obviously. That doesn't seem enough - I mean, what you've done for me. How much -" She cut me off with another gesture. "Lora will explain the... ah, bill. Such as it is. You will not find paying it a problem. Nor will it bother your bank account." For a moment I wondered if I was committed to hand over my firstborn, or seven years of my life - or some other nonsense, but her look and her manner were so soft, so friendly I couldn't really imagine her demanding something like that. Instead she wished me well, shook my hand again and had me go back into the bookshop to find Lora. A tall girl with l startling pink hair didn't take much finding. Half way through a baked potato heaped with cheese and beans she grinned to see me, patting the seat beside her. "You look skull-fucked." That earned her a squinty sideways look, but she only laughed. "Lunch?" she wondered and my freshly uncursed belly rumbled. The tests went well. First, Lora introduced me to Max, a lean, olive- skinned chef who'd made the very good pasta I'd enjoyed for lunch. She cajoled us both into the head chef's little office, grinned fiercely and closed the door on us. We both stared at each other a moment, I pretended to read a couple of notices behind the door, he looked at his phone. "How long does it usually take?" she called. "Maybe we weren't alone enough," I suggested. We were side by side on a sofa in the bookshop. "I mean, there were other people in the kitchen, you weren't far away." "You said it happened by the staff entrance to your store last time. Not to mention on a public bench on the Hoe." "Maybe he doesn't like girls." "Oh, he likes girls alright." Next she grabbed one of the sales assistants, a shortish, stocky looking lad called Paul who readily agreed to go for a walk with me around to the park at the back of the shop. We sat for a full five minutes discussing the weather and football on a secluded bench under a sycamore tree and whatever his fantasy woman looked like, I didn't become her. With Paul returned to the store, we went for a walk. When I asked where, Lora spread her arms like she could encompass the whole city and said, "Everywhere." "What are we doing?" "Paying Mrs Singh back - isn't she amazing?" "Paying her back?" "God's work, James. We seek out the cursed and bring them to her. She uncurses them. Boom!" Which made about as much sense as anything else that had happened to me, but I followed her effervescence towards the Torpoint ferry terminal and a planned walk around the seafront back towards the Hoe where she'd found me earlier - a lifetime ago. "Big seaport like this, James - we get loads of the cursed wash up here. The Navy brings a lot of them - sailors pissing off wives in every port. Two years I've been doing this and I must have brought in a dozen matelots. One lad, poor thing, he'd been cursed with reverse puberty after short-changing a Mumbai sex-worker. He'd become a six foot two 13 year old in charge of maintaining a frigate's engines! Mrs Singh sorted him, but he had to go through puberty again - in the right direction - poor lad. His wife left him when he was only just getting some bum fluff on his top lip. I think his acne on top of everything else, the dirty-lady included, finished the relationship." That story reduced me to a halt. She stopped, looked over her shoulder and laughed. Lora laughed a lot, as if the world had been created only to delight her. "This is insane. Why isn't this shit common knowledge?" "Ring the Daily Mail, sell them your story." "Point taken. So you just wander the street looking for the afflicted? How do you tell them?" "I'm a sensitive, remember? You get a feel for them, the cursed. Sometimes it's a taste, like a bad taste, sometimes a haze around them, even a sound once in a while. You had an aura. And I saw you go from nursie to schoolie in a blink. Bit of a giveaway. You'll be sensitive to it too, decursed always are, like ex-smokers being the worst critics of smoking..." "You've been... cursed too?" It felt weird saying it, like passive acceptance would make me as mad as the rest of them. "Good and proper. By my own Mum too!" "Your Mum!" "Poor deluded cow. She wanted a son, a proper son. Not a son who wanted to be a daughter. You don't mind me being open about this do you? Not transphobic are you?" I looked at the floor. I kept forgetting she'd disclosed being called Dennis and wasn't sure if that whole thing was just her humour. "I don't think so, I haven't had to think about it before. I've never met anybody... trans? Don't even know the term, sorry." "I'm already over it. I prefer the term, woman, but hey! What do I know? Anyway, Mum - she wanted to make me a proper bloke who didn't want to wear a dress or do any other cliche'd girly shit - because I didn't know any better, okay - and found a curse to do that to me." "It obviously didn't work." For the first time since I'd met her, her lips turned down at the corners. She sighed. "A failed suicide attempt, running away from home a couple of times and some pretty fucking awful sexual abuse later here I am, de-cursed and Lora. I'd be dead if one of Mrs Singh's people hadn't found me." Showing me her back she hurried on, shoulders down. Feeling the worst kind of shit, I ran to catch up. "Lora, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have -" "You didn't do anything but ask a natural question. I even laid the groundwork for you to ask it. Do you see what I mean about God's work, I'm not a believer by the way? People do shit to other people, like you, and now we can help unshit them." Another grin lit her face. "I have been to the dark place, and I'm not going back there. Relentless positivity is the watchword now." Plymouth remained Plymouth as she took me around it, but it felt different now - there was magic about; magic to make Lora somebody's idea of a man, magic to make me potentially every woman. Mrs Singh's quiet words about my likely fate had Lora not found me haunted my every step and nausea rose at the thought of being trapped like that. In between that mindless compulsion to mate as I tripped between men's fantasies would I have known who I was? Would I have remembered anything of my life before? Then I thought of Melissa and the hatred it must have taken to fuel that curse upon me. Maybe Lora sensed the gloomy path my thoughts led me along, for she attempted distraction with bright chatter about herself. I learnt she worked four days a week as a graphic designer, specialising in website design. She showed me some of her work when we stopped for another coffee and I was properly impressed - she had a real talent, as well as being a captivating person. I could hardly keep my eyes off her. "Are you trying to read me?" she asked, clearly having noticed how much attention I was paying her. Not being sure what she meant I asked her to explain. "Can you see a man or a woman? Are you hunting for something male? It's what you do, the cisgendered. When you learn what I am, you look for sign, perhaps to convince yourself you have seen through the trick. That you knew all along." "I didn't know until you told me." "To get my retaliation in first." She leant across the table and stared directly into my eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty?" When I couldn't think of a single word, she sat back and laughed. "Men!" The heat rising in my cheeks must have coloured them, for she laughed again. Her looks had tied my tongue, for she was pretty; not a delicate, blushing kind of prettyness, but a lively beauty that started in her eyes and finished with the happy curl of her lips. The confusion and problem came from the cultural filters that had grown up inside me. "I've made you uncomfortable," she said, reaching to touch the back of my hand. "Sorry." I set my shoulders and forced myself not to move my hand away from her. "After everything that's happened to me over the last week, you being some kind of ex-Dennis is almost vanilla." "Some kind of ex-Dennis? Wow! I like that." "Lora suits you better." "Thank you." "And you are." "Are?" "Lora. And pretty." Another laugh, this time I smiled along. Making her laugh felt good. Just what I needed. "Is this it then? Looking for the cursed - wandering round and drinking coffee?" "Pretty much. Usually I stick to the city centre, railway station, bus station and the front. We'd better avoid the precinct though, what with you being 'off sick' - don't want to blow your story open. It's best to go where people go, where people sit to stare into space and wonder what the hell is happening to them." "And take them to Mrs Singh?" "Sometimes they don't want to go, mostly they will clutch at any straw. However implausible." That made me snort, sadly. Ghostly fingers scrabbled at my girlish, skinny thighs. "Thank you. For finding me." "Just doing my job, ma'am." But the 'what-ifs' haunted me as we left the coffee shop and resumed our search. I insisted on buying her dinner. Probably the very least I could do. My feet were sore by the time we stopped at a first floor pub with low, beamed ceilings and a vast fireplace occupied only by a gently snoring calico cat. We sat at battered chairs opposite a stained table that looked like it had already seen generations of pints before either of us had been born. The two women behind the bar, whose frequently entwining fingers suggested they were more than just co-owners, greeted Lora by name and me with an easy acceptance. I had a cracking fish pie, Lora had some mountain of a burger with curly fries and a pint. My cool lager hit my overloaded system like a dose of there there there. Unable to finish my dinner, I slumped in the chair like a doll with the stuffing kicked out of it and tried not to stare at Lora with my heavy eyes. "I haven't walked so far in ages." "Why I wear combat boots," she said. "How are you feeling, apart from fucked?" "Sleepy. Listen, no offence - I have really enjoyed your company, but I can manage, I'm fine. I'm sure it's gone away." "And leave a job half done? With the humzinger of a curse you've been enjoying? No way. Let's try another test." So I headed downstairs to the gin shop on the ground floor, empty at that time of the evening except for the bored looking lad behind the counter. I tried him with some conversation about the best kind of gin for a tall, fast-walking, pink-haired girl. "Lora? She likes this one." A rose-tinted version, obviously. Anyway, I bought it. "You know she's a special kind of girl?" said the lad - his question almost enough to distract me from the happy realisation that I hadn't changed sex. (I'm sure his ultimate fantasy girl would have been a sturdy, viking-breasted lass who knew the Game of Thrones and Star Wars universes inside out.) "We're just friends." "Cool. Only, if you hurt her there are a thousand people in this city who would hunt you down like a dog and consign your soul to a bottle of wasps for eternity." He kept such a dead-pan face I almost chuckled. Promising to bear that in mind, I took her the gift and wondered why anybody would assume I'd hurt her. Realisation hit me halfway up the stairs - in case I found out about her being some kind of ex-Dennis half way through a long kiss with her. Like that was going to happen! Though she did love the gin. Nothing had changed at home. The landline's message light warned me of a voicemail which turned out to be from Sue, the HR specialist at work. She wished me well and advised me not to come back until Monday - good of them; however Mrs Singh had arranged it. The snail mail scattered behind the front door didn't suggest anything more from Melissa - thankfully. Would she know her curse had been broken? I'd have to ask Lora, her contact details sat in my phone in case of further developments and to arrange our next cursed patrol. I would need to get better boots before then; I had to soak my feet for forty minutes in a very hot bath before they talked to me again. Then to bed. The world had become a bit scarier, but a bit more interesting at the same time - spending time with Mrs Singh, Lora and the rest of the team could only add something to my ordinary life. Thursday morning woke me with a fine blade of sunshine slicing my room through a narrow gap in the curtains. There were worse things to be woken by. Outside, Plymouth mumbled with its usual Sunday symphony of car and seagull while I lay contentedly with one hand wrapped comfortingly around my cock and balls. Life felt good; still male, still with a decent job, but now with a new, very interesting, pretty, lively and sexy friend. Sexy? Where did that come from? Could Lora class as sexy being some kind of ex-Dennis? Her legs were, especially in fishnets - she'd look incredible in heels - and her chest looked interesting. Were her boobs real? They had bounced like real ones. What would they feel like to touch, caress... kiss? I found my hand moving, all by itself, up and down the slowly lengthening shape of my cock. Her mouth was certainly sexy - curved and full and soft. I imagined she'd be a good kisser. In fact I imagined her kissing me - all over - and my hand started to move a little quicker. My nipples grew a little hard and I moved my other hand to maybe tease them a little. Until my fingertips found something round and firm and soft right under my left nipple. A breast! That warm arousal chilled instantly. I practically threw myself from the bed to stand naked looking down on myself and the single, pert, caramel coloured breast I wore on the left side of my chest. I moaned denial over and over. A belly clenching heave had me sprinting for the toilet in time to spew horribly; chills ran over my skin and my body hair lifted. Wiping at my lips with the back of one hand I stumbled away from the loo, intent on my phone and calling Lora. My right leg went out from under me so I fell heavily into the door frame. Sight of the leg, partially folded under me, brought another groan. It had shrunk, looking withered and deformed against the other one, but I recognised the problem. Almost six inches too short, I had a girl's leg like the ones that had carried me from Plymouth Ho to Mrs Singh's bookshop yesterday. "James?" Lora answered on the fifth ring. "Something wrong?" "I need to see Mrs Singh again!" I coughed at the end, my voice went tight and squeaky. "What's happening?" Words didn't come easy as electric panic battered me. As if the transformations I'd experienced weren't bad enough, at least they had followed a pattern. In this new escalation, as that small, caramel breast bulged and turned a fake tan shade of orange, as the nails on my left hand turned into scarlet talons, all I could do was beg Lora to be quick. She might have been ten minutes or two hours. It seemed like an age. I'd grown two breasts by then, though they were horribly mismatched, one leg was still longer than the other and on top of everything else my cock was rigid. Focussing on what was real felt difficult; I tried to kiss her when she lent her shoulder to my lopsided, stumbling progress to her car. I tried to push my persistent erection against her, like some enthusiastic terrier trying to dry hump her. Once she got me in her car I tried forcing her hand from the gearstick to give me a hand-job. I think I must have fainted after that. Or she knocked me out.

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Two days after her "taming" Jasmine called me.."Hey! You ok?" She asked before I could say anything."Yeah.. What's up?""Oh My Fucking God!" She squealed," You won't believe this......The day after her taming Jasmine had spent the day with Melissa. Melissa's boyfriend was away for a week, a stag do in Amsterdam. Melissa was not particularly happy about this so the girls planned a day of shopping, taking in a movie at the cinema and then some girly time at Melissa's house with a bottle of two or...

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Melissa

Introduction: Warning: Melissa was like a lot of young girls her age that had kissed and felt up her girlfriends as a curious child but never thought much about sex. It was mostly just a natural curiosity to inspect other girls bodies to see if they were like her or not. Her family lived in Birmingham, England. Her parents bought a semi-detached home in a nice residential neighborhood. The homes were the latest thing in their day. She was an only child. In every way she was an average sandy...

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Melissa

kissed and felt up her girlfriends as a curious child but never thought much about sex. It was mostly just a natural curiosity to inspect other girl's bodies to see if they were like her or not. Her family lived in Birmingham, England. Her parents bought a semi-detached home in a nice residential neighborhood. The homes were the latest thing in their day. She was an only child. In every way she was an average sandy haired blonde child. She was proud of her hair and kept it...

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Melissa Big City Girl

Melissa: Big City Girl?    Part#1(MM/f, n/c  relec, humil, spank)By: Jake OliveAuthors note: The story and characters are entirely fictional. This is my first attempt at this type of work. Please provide any feedback to:  [email protected] really had to be done with Melissa. Here Paul was on what should have been the greatest day of his life and he had a problem; What to do about Melissa. Paul Stanford was by all accounts a successful young man. Only 27, his quick mind and ease of...

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MELISSA

Ted loved his afternoon jog. Not only did it keep him in shape, but the path he usually took was always filled with gorgeous young women and girls, most of whom used jogging as an excuse to show off their firm, sexy bods. They were invariably clad in tight, skimpy running shorts and even tighter tee-shirts, leaving little to the imagination. The sight of so many pretty young things bouncing along the path usually made Ted hotter than the exercise itself, and by the time he got home to his wife,...

1 year ago
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Melissa Rules Ok

It was a big event for the assembled staff, the introduction on Monday afternoon of their new boss. Something of a surprise too. Not so much the arrival of a woman to head up an otherwise all-male department (the 21st century, after all, and besides they already knew that a newcomer called 'Melissa Reynolds' had been appointed) but more her age and appearance. Melissa looked to be no more than late twenties, young for such an exalted position, and she was strikingly attractive. The new Head...

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Melissa and the Intern

Recently her husband had been distant too. Melissa knew it was from the way she was treating him. It was funny she had been mean to her husband from her own mistake. He had said some words back that were harsher than usual. They had been in this fight for weeks. Tonight, was going to be the night they made up. She had dressed the part short skirt, black stockings, silky panties and black patent pumps. They still were trying for a baby and Melissa was in the middle of her cycle. She was...

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Melissa An Adult Virgin

Melissa had been a good student. Too good. She spend all of her time in highschool working on her classes that she rarely dated. She really didn’t have the time to spend with boys. She wanted to receive a scholarship so badly that her studies became her main interest. Needless to say, she remained a virgin all through her highschool days. And her straight A average were proof that she had better plans for her life than getting fucked. It wasn’t that she wasn’t desirable....

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Melissa likes to watch edited

Junior year Summer had finally ended and it was back to school for junior year. I was excited to see all my friends and all my favorite girls every day. Walking through the halls was just a festival of hugs and kisses and stories of what everyone did over the summer. There were some exciting stories too! It turns out I wasn’t the only one who had such an amazing summer. On the other hand, being back in school meant that I didn’t get to spend as much time with my girlfriend Jamie. Jamie went...

2 years ago
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Melissa the pervert

Junior year Summer had finally ended and it was back to school for junior year. I was excited to see all my friends and all my favorite girls every day. Walking through the halls was just a festival of hugs and kisses and stories of what everyone did over the summer. There were some exciting stories too! It turns out I wasn’t the only one who had such an amazing summer. On the other hand, being back in school meant that I didn’t get to spend as much time with my girlfriend Jamie. Jamie went to...

2 years ago
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Melissa Teaches class and gets Taught

Melissa arrived at the school much early than she had to make sure she could set up the room to her liking. She was allowed past the guards and parked in the teacher’s lot. She felt funny returning to a school after she had been out for so long. Things sure had changed. Much tighter security now. All the doors had locks. Classrooms even had autolocking doors so no students could enter after the bells rang. The hallways were quiet as the classes were already in session. The sound of her...

3 years ago
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Melissa gets a strange cock to play with0

This true story happened a couple of years ago while were both new to living out our fantasies together. These experiences have made us stronger as a couple and we are deeper in love now than ever. After we seduced and fucked Dana, a young African American woman from her office, Melissa and I began to plan our next experience together. Melissa nervously decided that she was ready to fulfill her fantasy to be fucked by a strange man, preferably a younger African American man. We...

3 years ago
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Melissa Tells AllChapter 4

I looked at Mark and began to get very concerned. He wasn't showing any reactions that would give me a clue as to how he felt about me at this point. What I wanted so badly right then was for him to show me that he still loved me, no matter how wicked my confession had been so far. But he just looked at me with this blank expression and didn't say a word. I had to force myself to continue telling him the rest of Saturday night, and especially that Sunday. During the night while we both...

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Melissa Takes Two

Stopping the car, I looked out of the window at the house to my right. It had a small driveway with a BMW parked in front of the garage, there was enough space for my car next to it. I checked the number of the house a second time. The entranceway definitely said 23 Ravencroft Road. I kept looking in awe at the house. I couldn’t believe that Melissa had landed herself with such a wonderful place. I bumped into Melissa and Greg in a local pub while I was visiting my parents some while back. I...

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3 years ago
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Melissa brings a friend

Carrie arrived at Melissa's house, carrying several different dresses on hangers. "I just couldn't decide WHAT to wear," she laughed as she tossed the choices onto Melissa's bed. Standing in only her short, black silk robe, Melissa grinned at her best friend. They loved getting dressed up and going out together. Carrie's cool blond looks perfectly complimented Melissa's olive skin and dark hair. Together, they drew lots of attention as two beautiful, petite women, one brunette and one blond....

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Melissa and Sara loose their anal virginity0

Sara had just turned 20 and was new to my wife's office. She had moved to the area for the job and had only been here for about 5 or 6 months when this encounter occurred. Sara was of Vietnamese decent and she is petite with very large breasts. Sara's hair was black shoulder length and her legs seemed to go on forever. Her personality was very bubbly and she had a terrific smile and was always happy. She is a person that you would want your son to marry. Melissa and I set our plan in...

2 years ago
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Melissa plays with me

We started this encounter by soaking in our hot tub for quite awhile. Melissa made us drinks and then more and more drinks. I was pretty buzzed and she led me to our bedroom. Melissa sat on the edge of the bed and began to suck my cock, as she did she slowly massaged around my ass dragging her fingernail across my anus. I have to admit, there are a lot of nerves there and when they are stimulated, it felt great. Melissa laid me on the bed and began to kiss my nipples and rub my cock, as...

2 years ago
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Melissa and Missy

Melissa and Brad had been dating since her sophomore year at college. Brad being a year ahead of Melissa moved back to his hometown to manage his father's business. At first he emailed and texted her everyday. Melissa knew in her heart she was going to marry him someday. Suddenly his emails and texts became scarcer and when they spoke on the phone he seemed distant and evasive. Something was wrong. Despite having planned a trip to visit her family during spring break, Melissa decided to make a...

2 years ago
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Melissa

Melissa There are moments, in an otherwise unhappy life, when it all seems to go right. Perhaps the stars and planets align just so, or fate’s roll comes up a double six, or it’s just plain dumb luck, but it seems that at certain moments the world just arranges itself so that, for once, I win. The day I met Melissa was a day like that. She was absolutely stunning, she was absolutely fascinating, and best of all she was absolutely interested in me. That last is rare indeed for me, but the...

3 years ago
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Melissa and I fuck her friend0

Jane is in her mid forties, about 130 lbs, 5' 6" with blonde curly hair. Her tits are C's and they are very nicley shaped. Jane has never had children and she got divorced about two years ago. Jane lives in Colorado and we haven't seen her for about ten years, although she and Melissa talk aleast weekly. They were roommates in college and have always stayed close. We met Jane at the airport and she greeted us both with hugs and kisses. Jane still looked like she was in her late...

2 years ago
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Melissa and I fuck her friend1

Jane is in her mid forties, about 130 lbs, 5' 6" with blonde curly hair. Her tits are C's and they are very nicley shaped. Jane has never had children and she got divorced about two years ago. Jane lives in Colorado and we haven't seen her for about ten years, although she and Melissa talk aleast weekly. They were roommates in college and have always stayed close. We met Jane at the airport and she greeted us both with hugs and kisses. Jane still looked like she was in her late...

2 years ago
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Melissa tries her first DP and gets filled with cum0

I agreed and we ended finding two 18 year old guys named Bruce and Billy that would help fulfill her fantasy. Bruce was a tall thin kid with a cock about 9 inches and Billy was short, but his cock was huge and long. This kids cock was every bit of 10 inches and very big around. We agreed to meet them at a hotel one night and they knew I was going to film the fuckfest so Melissa could watch it later and they were both cool with it. Melissa and I got to the hotel and she showered and shaved...

1 year ago
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Melissa and I share a woman0

My wife works with several single women and she has been slowly planting seeds in her office. During the weeks since we have agreed to bring a woman in to our playtime, we have taken some prospects out to dinner with us to get to know them without them knowing we were planning to seduce one of them. We had discussed how we may be able to get one of them back to our house and get them in to our bed. I kind of became fascinated with a young African American woman she worked with named...

1 year ago
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Melissa Part 2

It had been two days since I'd had my cast removed. My leg was weak, and I had to use a walking stick to move around for any length of time. The hospital had advised me to have physiotherapy, to help build the strength in my leg back up, but I didn’t want to be travelling back and forth to the hospital, more so because I didn’t feel comfortable driving yet. So I arranged for some home physiotherapy, this was after I had spoken with Melissa, she knew a certain person who was quite good at...

3 years ago
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Melissa

Melissa By Margaret Jeanette Mary and Jim Simon were making love. It was an ecstatic time. Mary achieved orgasm and Jim came almost immediately after. Mary said, "That was good enough to do again!" Jim answered, "Yes, that was super. The timing was almost perfect." They continued their play. Mary worked Jim's penis but it wouldn't get hard. Finally Jim said, "It's no use, I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow night to try again." Mary told him she had an idea. She...

3 years ago
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Melissa and I visit a bar

Now, Melissa have done many things together and we decided to pick up a transsexual and see what happened. Melissa dressed in one of her hot little dresses and skipped wearing panties or a bra. She also suggested that I also skip wearing underwear and wear a pair of thin pants that would accentuate my swollen cock. We arrived at this rather large club and I was a bit nervous, I must say. We sat at a table and it didn't take long for people to approach us. I was approached by several young...

2 years ago
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Melissa gets dirty with two strangers1

We went about setting our plan to action. We had bought a really nice video camera just a few weeks before for the purposes of filming our encounters with those who were willing to do so with us. We decided to try a dating site that was designed more for sexual encounters than dating. We posted on the site and immediately our inbox was getting mails from everyone from single guys, girls to couples. We decided to contact a few of the guys who after some research we found were close, but...

3 years ago
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MELISSA AND DADDY

He fixated on her perky, jutting nipples. Shoulders hunched from carry on luggage and attaché/computer case, ample but firm breasts jostled erotically against the thin, silk blouse. Smooth, tanned legs speared into the feminine vee of white shorts. Curly ringlets of bright red hair framed the pretty, dimpled face and she smiled at him. He smiled back. A quick glance around the Phoenix airport concourse acknowledged that he was not the only red-blooded male checking her out. The only glitch...

4 years ago
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Melissa invites Keelin over

I've been sharing an apartment with Melissa for around 10 months. It started out clean, we were just helping each other out financially and then it turned into a friends with benefits situation. She had been pursuing a guy, got really close then he shattered her heart in a ruthless gesture: sending her a video of him fucking a girl he started dating to get her to stop. Upset and a wreck she broke down crying in my arms. That night was rough and we laid in her bed for a couple hours as she...

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MelissaChapter 10

None of us had had much sleep. I dare say Jen and I had about three hours before the balloon went up. Knowing Stacey, Tiny had had less. I can't speak for Charlie, who had responded to the alarm initially. Of course Melissa and Jen had been out because of assorted drugs, but I don't think that counts. We finally detached them from the hospital late afternoon and there was no way I was going to expect ... or in fact allow Jen to fly without a full eight hours rest at least. We got a hotel –...

4 years ago
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Melissa Tells AllChapter 3

I paused again at this point in my confession to take another close look at Mark. I was trying to determine if I was still the girl he loved ... or a perverted slut he couldn't stand. I still had much more to tell him. How much more could he stand to listen to and not decide that he no longer wanted me? I needed to know how he was feeling. "Have you completely freaked out, babe?" I cautiously asked. Mark lay there with a serious expression. "Melissa ... I never expected ... this. I...

3 years ago
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Melissa

Melissa Melissa is a sweet girl who finds herself paying for the actions of her father in the most brutal way. She is kidnapped, tortured, and gang-raped on camera before meeting her end. More parts to come..Description       The Blue Dragon was an organization that made its money by kidnapping innocent victims, raping, torturing, and finally killing them on tape then selling these films to the rich perverts of the world. Jack Crane, a distinguished detective has been chasing after this...

2 years ago
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Melissa Plays Messalina

Melissa had been reading all about Roman history and the lifestyles of the emperors and their wives. She had long reached the part about the famous Valeria Messalina, Claudius’s third wife who apparently challenged a prostitute to a fucking competition and won. In those days, the wealthiest women were not short of men, but in this day and age, you could wait forever.Melissa had been waiting; four weeks to be precise and today was the day; the hour, rapidly approaching. She had posted a...

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Melissa Me Part 2

[ For Melissa! ]My second time with Melissa was different from our first experience. The first one involved only her and I. I'd watched her fingering her pussy and having a number of obviously intense orgasms, while I, on the other hand, merely observed her and jacking off as I did---but that proved to be an extremely intense experience for us both.This second time Melissa was going to fuck three different black guys. I'd heard about her 'yard man' experiences before, but this time I was going...

4 years ago
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Melissa

Melissa's Story It was my duty, but I really did not want to do it, however I had no choice, and besides, it would, I was sure, have a very pleasant result in the long run. But I hate crying women, despise them. I knocked on the girl's door and let myself in without waiting. She was still in her bed, the covers loosely bunched about her hips and her luscious body nearly bare, dark hair spread widely across her pillows. But then the sun was barely up, painting her gold and red. I felt the...

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Melissa Gets More Surprises

“So, sweetheart, what are we going to do while the house is a man-free zone?” Robert had to visit his parents for the weekend at short notice; too short for the three of them to go together. Melissa had some commitments at college on the Saturday morning, and Sarah was reluctant to leave her by herself. It was not that she was not capable, but a lot had happened this last few weeks, and they all thought that some serious ‘girlie’ time was overdue. “Mummy, can we talk about sex please? Can we be...

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Melissa

Breaking your leg has got to be one of the most painful experience’s imaginable. Not to bad if you have a partner to help you get around, otherwise, like me. You end up hobbling around, banging into everything. Bathing or taking a shower was a nightmare, you have to put you leg into a plastic bag, to stop the plaster getting wet, but trust me, trying to stand in a shower with one foot covered in a plastic bag is not easy. I even tried having a bath with my broken leg hanging over the side of...

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Melissa and I meet

I was young and after serving in the military, I bought a motorcycle and decided to see the country that I had just spent 4 years protecting. I drove and had many cool experiences and then I landed in a small farming community in the Midwest. I was out of money and was able to get a job so I rented a room in the town with the intent of making enough money to continue my tour. One Friday night with little to do and not really knowing anyone, I went to the local Ice cream stand to get a...

1 year ago
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melissa

Melissa grew up in Baghdad by the Bay (San Francisco). She had a normal c***dhood, all the normal sc****s, bruises, victories and disappointments. The geography of San Francisco eliminates back yards and playing with wagons and bicycles as a c***d because the hills are so steep. The climate is cold and damp enough to require everyone to dress up more. Hairstyles suffer because thick hair goes straight and fine hair curls up. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area than any other area...

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melissa

Melissa grew up in Baghdad by the Bay (San Francisco).She had a normal c***dhood, all the normal sc****s, bruises,victories and disappointments. The geography of SanFrancisco eliminates back yards and playing with wagons andbicycles as a c***d because the hills are so steep. The climate iscold and damp enough to require everyone to dress up more.Hairstyles suffer because thick hair goes straight and fine haircurls up. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area thanany other area of...

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Melissa Tells AllChapter 2

I looked closely at Mark desperately seeking my absolution in his sexy eyes. Even though I wasn't ashamed of my sexual intimacy with my father, I was still fearful that Mark would just call me a sick slut, get up, and leave me forever. Yet I couldn't see what I was searching for. And I still had so much more to tell him, too. The fact that he was still with me on my bed told me at least he wasn't going to judge me quickly. "I love you, Mark..." I said tenderly. With his eyes turned...

1 year ago
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Melissa Requests A Cum Party

My girl friend Melissa and I rented several adult movies one night, out of boredom. One of the videos was multiple scenes of different women being completely covered in cum from multiple cocks. Melissa became very excited watching these women with numerous guys jerking off all over them. After the video was over, Melissa decided that she wanted to experience that! So, it had been decided that I would find ten or so guys to jerk off on her, no sex, just cum. So, I headed off to the local strip...

2 years ago
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Melissa And Julie

Melissa and Julie As I walk up the stairs to the slaves shared bedroom I hear a low moan comingfrom behind the door. Sneaking towards the door I push it open a fraction Ipeer through the gap, inside I see Melissa kneeling on the bed her arse inthe air and her face buried in the pillows with Julie behind her lapping ather pussy and arse. Frowning as I had ordered neither of them to cum todayas I had plans for the evening. Striding into the room I shout at the two ofthem, pushing Julie away and...

2 years ago
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Melissa and Me

"Like that would ever happen!" I exclaimed as I reached for the remote to turn off the television. I'd been forced by my girlfriend to sit through the whole of 'My Fake Fiancé' staring Melissa Joan Hart and some guy. At last, it had ended. The story basically involved MJH and the guy faking a wedding so that they would get gifts and money so replace the stuff that she had stolen and to pay off his gambling debts. Obviously they hate each other at first but end up falling in love. "What...

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MelissaChapter 3

Someone once told me, 'To succeed in business, choose competent subordinates and let them get on with the job. Then drop in with random inspections to keep them honest.' Now I reckon there's more – much more – to it than that, but there's certainly an element of truth in it. I don't – usually – interfere in departmental matters, but I do make sure I know what's going on, and also that everyone concerned knows that I know. Thus it was, about three months after Miss Sharpe began to work...

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