The Pool GirlChapter 31
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Before beginning this story, it is necessary to provide some background information so that the reader understands something of the creatures that form the antagonists of this tale.An Incubus (plural Incubi) is a male demonic spirit that drains the sexual energy from his sleeping female victims through intercourse. The woman usually doesn’t awaken but experiences the sexual union as an erotic dream. Once the Incubus has formed a union with the woman, he is extremely difficult if not...
HorrorLater that day my new master's representatives arrived to collect their new property. Three men took delivery in the lobby of the building that had been my home for the past several months, briefly inspecting my naked, bruised body and comparing me to a series of photographs before signing the documents indicating receipt of goods. I was then bound hand and foot and gagged, before one of the men effortlessly lifted me to his shoulder and carried me into the courtyard, to deposit me on the...
Hi I'm Ian, 18 years old and always gagging for it. I never met my father as my mom fell in puppy love when she was 14 and had me soon after. Michael, my father soon disappeared and my mom along with my grandmother had to bring me up. Now my Grandmother's gone and my mom's a successful lawyer, having educated herself whilst bringing me up. Mom and I have always been close and have always been touchy feely and full of physical love for each other. I got hugged to school, hugs when she returned...
IncestHusband's Holiday Weekend by Throne Thanksgiving had been awful for me. My wife Midge had her girlfriend Lana over for the day. It made me regret more than ever that I'd encouraged my bride to reestablish ties with her high school friend. Lana is tall and athletic, with short black hair and flashing dark eyes. Midge is short and busty, with long blond hair. I'd always been aroused by the fact that Lana was a lesbian and had the hots for the woman I was dating back then. What can I...
Making a career out of Special Forces, Special Forces of any country, is a bit on the masochistic side. Getting through basic training, specialty schools, deployment, and then SAS training takes a special breed of man. The type who revels in proving he is better at his craft than anyone else and is willing to use those skills in the service of Queen and country. Deployment in regular units is chancy enough, what with a fair chunk of Islam having lost their minds gradually since the late 1940s...
Author’s note: This chapter is full of plot development (a little reward for those of you who have been patiently waiting), and hopefully you find it as entertaining to read as it was for me to write. * ‘I want you to pack your things tonight, Gerard. It is time for us to go home.’ Mrs. St. Claire was standing in the doorway of Gerard’s room, looking somber. Gerard was preparing to meet Elizabeth at market that morning, and at the sound of his mother’s voice he popped a button off his crisp...
-- SEPTEMBER 2007 -- “Hi, honey! I’m home!” I called as I walked through the front door. The hardwood floor of the old Berkeley house creaked as I trod down the short hallway, stopping by the coat closet. Feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, I lifted the strap of my black leather messenger bag over my head, dumping the bag on the floor for convenient retrieval later. I also parked my small roller suitcase beside the closet and closed the telescoping handle. I removed my suit jacket, hung it on...
It was time to do something really naughty. I have 3 regular fuck buddies who know I have a lot of fun with many men, and that they were not exclusive. But the fact that they were fuck buddies meant they did not meet or see me have fun with other guys, ever. Last weekend I decided to change that. One of them, Josh, works in a hotel chain so I got him to book a nice suite for us. I told him it will be me and him plus a 'special' friend. I am sure Josh thought I may be bringing one of my hot girl...
Group SexHi, Here's the first chapter of my story. I just realized I need to have a note in the disclaimer to indicate that lyrics from "Eye of The Hurricane" are properties of Marc Cohn and Atlantic Records. Thanks for this... I love the site, and you've been instrumental in allowing the flourishing of a very fascinating literary genre. Anne Marie Tobias (aka Genda Bendte) Tank is full, Switch is on, Night is warm, Cops are are gone, Rocket bike is all her own, It called a...
Sunday afternoon Lexie met up with Samantha to talk about what happened at the dance. Lexie told Sam that it was the very first time she had anything to drink. She really liked the wine and didn't feel any affect until she started dancing. She said that she really could not remember anything after that, until she woke up this morning. Sam filled Lexie in on how nice Mr. Mann had been and how he managed to keep both of them out of trouble. After hearing the story from Sam, Lexie said, "What a...
SpankingI don't have regular 'sex partners' normally. I like boys and gurls, men and women, and have no intention of being in a 'regular thing'. I usually stay away from black guys too - most of them are not very nice to young girls. However, I known this black guy in his thirties and we've recently started seeing each other every couple of weeks. Mike's a friend of my Dad and I have something over him with that, thus making sure he'll behave some. A couple of nights ago, I went round to his house and...
Introduction: My beautiful wife Patricia goes wild and becomes a hot slut! My wife Patricia and I had gone to the Hyatt Regency in Atlanta to celebrate our 25th anniversary. She had hinted at some new explorations and sexual experimentation, but wow! We had met another couple, Tom and his hot black-haired, blue-eyed wife Diane. Patricia had been pleasured so powerfully by Diane that she pledged to become Dianes slut for the weekend. She vowed to obey her new mistress, and Diane had ordered her...
Brad Newman is a simple dude who wants to lead a simple life. His problem? American women are a pain in the ass: they’re demanding; they’re unappreciative; and finally, they’re boring in bed. That’s why he coughed up some bucks and bought himself a mail-order bride, straight outta Viet Nam! She’s certainly obedient…and best of all? She’s a freak in the sheets! She’ll literally do anything Hubby Brad asks, and one of Brad’s favorite things is...
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MILFThe large paneled room was airy and bright; the strong unfiltered afternoon sun streaming in through the opened bedroom windows. Pam stood in the middle of the room, all eyes to what was being prepared, and prepared for her and her alone. But if she was curious about how they were already beginning to manipulate and maneuver Chester into the complicated set of harnesses and pulleys which were bolted to the bedroom ceiling, she was more intrigued with the stanchion that was Lloyd Nichols'...
I got the story on their marriage from over-hearing my Mom and Dad talk. Apparently she came from a well to do Thai family that had large land holdings in northern Thailand. Apparently she was related in some way to the Thai royal family. My Dad said Henk had been a “real playboy” with may girlfriends over the years and he was surprised he had gotten married. However, Henk had met Pim through his business in Bangkok and had become infatuated with her. Pim had got pregnant and her family...
Marge saw light coming from Kim's bedroom door as she and her husband reached the top of the stairs. She held her finger to her lips to tell Don to be quiet and headed down the hall to their bedroom. Inside, she pulled a nightgown over her head. "Don, I'm going to go see why Kim is still up, I'll be right back." Don pulled up the boxers he wore to bed and told her to hurry. Marge went to her daughter's door and knocked lightly, not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping. "Come...
Gerald woke with a start. His mind full of dark dreams. A throbbing erection reminding him of the potent source and he cast a sly glance at his sleeping wife, disregarding the brief impulse to satisfy the urge on her. Tonight, he needed something much harder than she could ever give him. Satisfied she wouldn't wake he slid from the bed, made his way into the bathroom and carefully switched on a light over the mirror.'Disgusting', he thought, 'you're a middle-aged man, respectable! Go back to...
Uber Horny! It can be a pain in the ass going out there to meet horny sluts. So many bitches these days have dumb fucking expectations for a “relationship” or “something stable.” Man, screw that. I just want to take a dime piece back to my pad and fuck her pussy raw until she has to stumble out in the middle of the night because, you cucks know, I’m not letting her spend the night. It can be tough to find sluts out in the wild who are down with that. Usually, the only chicks interested are way...
Hookup SitesCockatoo Part 42 Dao looked at her watch. "We must go now." Nin had tears in her eyes as I hugged her. "Khap kun kha, Nin. I couldn't have done this without you. I'll see you later." She turned away and wiped her eyes. I took a deep breath and winced as the corset bit into me. "Dao, I'm ready, or as ready as I'll ever be." She hustled me through the door and helped me into the back of a big Mercedes. Nin waved as we left and I thought how much I would miss her tonight. It was...
I’d known Angela since she was a girl, probably 12 or 13. She became friends with my daughter, Ellie not long after they started at high school. Ellie’s just turned 21 so that’d be about 9 years ago. Angela is a couple of months older.I’ve always found there are certain friends my k**s make I immediately take a liking to and of course those who I find instantly irritating. I was drawn to Angela from the moment I met her. She was quite shy and slightly awkward, but there was an intriguing...
The Control Group By Ricky Some years back there was a book published that contended that the real cause of breast cancer was that women wore their bras too tight. I won't bore you with the details of their deeply flawed study, but one of the most glaring was the lack of any control group. Well, my sisters that's where you and I come in. Can you think of a better control group for this study than a group of men dedicated to wearing bras? Just think of it, by becoming a...
The most dangerous part of being a mistress is forgetting your own reality. Having such happy moments with your lover, that you forget there are other priorities. Losing track of time. Leaving marks on skin. Creating an entire make-believe world where only the two of you exist and then having to face the crushing reality of falling, alone, from those special moments.What I struggle with more than anything as a mistress is grounding myself. I let myself fly so high when I am with you, dreaming...
CheatingThe combination of a late dinner and Julie’s desire for an extended masturbation on the walk back had taken us into the quieter part of the evening. We could hear the local band playing some easy rhythms in the bar but I didn’t intend doing much dancing tonight – unless it was the horizontal kind. Watching my wife brazenly finger-fuck herself on the walk back from the dining room had aroused me to an almost painful level. Sure, I was more than happy to know that she’d had so much...
There is no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the door of your hotel room, so I knock – not too hard – and when you call out ‘Yes?’, I reply ‘It’s the chambermaid’, and you tell me to come in. I am a little tentative about this, because I am still quite new at this job – I am only a couple months over sixteen years of age, working in this smart hotel in my seaside home town as a vacation job in the school summer holidays. The law is you have to be over sixteen for this sort of employment...
Dannye was my seventeen year old step-sister. She became my step-sister when my dad married Marianne, my new step mom. My real mother had abandoned our family for another guy, and while my mom and I were still close, that special bond we had never really solidified as I got into my teenage years, especially since her new husband didn’t want “bratty teenagers” around his house. I was happy when my dad married Marianne, because for the very first time in a long time, there wasn’t a lot of...
TabooBeads of sweat formed a line between my swaying breasts, my body writhing with pleasure as Will greedily lapped up my pussy juices. This would make the fourth time I'd come while his tongue assaulted my now sensitively swollen clit. They had me laying on the bed, my back resting on the soft Egyptian cotton sheets, my head hanging back over the edge of the mattress, while my husband's massive erection was being forced in and out of my mouth. The upside down position of my head made it easy for...
ExhibitionismI guess you could say that I knew I was going to grow up to be a slut when I let my brothers sell peeks to their friends to look up under my skirt as a girl. Now you might get the idea here that I was loose with my favors, but until I met John Harcore, or Hardcore as I call him, I'd never really had a cock in my pussy. Rich men marry virgins. My mother always said, "It's just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor dumb son-of-a-bitch." And she was right...
his chick really loves being fucked by numerous cocks, the more cocks cum all over her, the happier she is. Read this wonderful story and get hot as never before…Cocks, cocks, cocks - again and again. I can see them all round, hanging in front of my face, still hard, some are limp and semi erect. I lost count on how many times I got them deep throat and in my holes. Pain and fatigue turns into carnal pleasure and passionate lust. All wanton desires mix with one ultimate passionate fever. Oh,...
We had the goods on Baxter and his evil apprentice. Their lives would be hell when their spouses received the information contained in our anonymous 'report'. "They should be used to that by now," reasoned Susan as we rested together in bed. "They have been on the other end of those situations many times. It will be good for them to walk a mile in someone else's moccasins!" Then she chuckled as she turned to me and grinned that grin, "I have already come up with a plan to teach that...
I had employed Carly about 6 months before based on the fact that she had good experience and from her qualifications appeared that she could do the job expected of her. Carly was very conscientious and always began work before time and often stayed late when I required her to do this. As the months passed by and the work given to Carly became more complex to the level expected of the role it became clear that without significant help to do the job, Carly was just not capable of doing the job....
Chapter 1 – The clubAs she walked into the dark basement club Bunni felt her heart beat quicken and her cheeks start to redden.? Although she had often fantasied about this, she couldn’t help feeling scared and daunted.? ?I mean? she thought to herself, ?it is one thing to let yourself day-dream about entering a room full of likeminded individuals all there for some fun, frolics and play; but quite another to actually go, fully intending on pleasuring (and hopefully being pleasured by) A LOT of...
You were awake, groggy, but awake. You remembered your name Catherine, but you usually went by Cat. You were puzzled by the fact that you couldn’t see much. There was something over your head. You didn’t seem hurt, just very confused. You were a bit unclear about where you were and what had happened. You did remember being in a club. Just having two drinks, you went to the bathroom. That was it. You did know that you were probably not in that bathroom now. This place didn’t smell right for...
ReluctanceMy Master made me kept a journal of my experiences as his slut whore bitch slave, and I write here my experiences with my Master’s friends.Since being collared by Master, I had been used by countless number of men of almost every race and nationality, covering:White – German, Swede, Spanish, Dane, Serbian, British, Australian, American, Polish, Belgian, Dutch, Bosnian, New ZealanderBlack – African American, Indian, PakistaniYellow – China Chinese, Singaporean, Filipino, Malaysian, Japanese,...
Despite Cassandra's efforts, I really didn't feel clean until I'd showered; after more or less presiding at the ladies' brunch, I excused myself and took one. By the time I was out and dry, most of the women had headed back off to Mimi's parents' place to start on preparations for day two of the barbeque. Mimi took me there and plopped me on the couch in front of the TV, where the baseball game was on, with another Bloody Mary. Mimi's dad looked up and smiled tolerantly, "You had...
Karen Traipsing; to amble on foot ... but it’s more than that. We were having a look-see, a stroll, a promenade without the strut ... not yet a lumber or a plod or even a trudge ... we were roaming ... spring in our step. Not necessarily marching, parading or prancing, we were taking a tour ... traipsing. We were gussied up. A guaranteed, warranted, and authorized pair of teenagers. The elders said we passed our authenticity test. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little...
2. Gwen stayed in my bed and pretty soon began to take things in a new direction. I wanted to learn, no I’d pleaded to learn how to touch myself as I had found her doing. Gwen had finally obliged me and then gave me my first orgasms and then had me taste myself and her. Gwen was beautiful and at that moment, on my bed, in the low light of the room, she looked like a young Victoria’s Secret’s model. Her Mexican and white features were dreamy. Her bra and panties were actually a smaller...
My name is kiran. I belong to the interior part of tamil nadu. My dad died at when i was 3 years and my s*s was 1 year. We had sugarcane farms and we became poor because of drought and my mom was looking after them. I was sent to Coimbatore for my education to my uncle’s house. After completing my Xth class i decided to look after the fields and give rest to my mom. I came back to my village and there my house is on the outskirts of the village and our farms are covered by fence on all sides,...
The Tutor Jack sat in the back of class, lost in a daze as usual. He thought, ‘The professor really should make her lectures more interesting.’ Maybe then her would pay attention in class. As class dismissed and students began to file out of the lecture hall someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. It was the professor, and she didn’t look very happy. She motioned for him to sit down in one of the chair on the front row so she could speak with him. Jack sat down and began to...
Frock Farm By Lisa Lovelace The attorney finished reading my mother's will. "Does anyone have questions?" "So he gets it all?" my Aunt Amanda said. "That little twerp now owns a hundred percent of Frock Farm?" That little twerp was me, Jesse Darmand, my late mother's only child. Mom had died ten days ago in a high-speed rail accident on a business trip to China. A section of track buckled and the train derailed. She was one of a hundred victims. A contractor had just been...
It was the first time she had been away from home for a while. She hadn’t attended a work-related conference before and didn’t really know what to expect. Judging by the exterior of the hotel, it certainly did merit its outrageous expense. This was of no significance to her however, as her employer was footing the bill. Once inside her luxurious bedroom she took off her jacket and hung it up in the mirrored wardrobe. She then went to the bathroom, turned on the mixer tap and added the creme...
What a girl! Lynn had seen this action, too! My God! My own sister…! But the sight of those brown-stained fingers slipping between Lori's thin little lips had excited Lynn greatly! She rubbed her clit harder, pulling at the nubbin of girlflesh with her fingernails! Moaning and whimpering to herself, trying to keep quiet and not disturb the partners on the bed, Lynn felt her first waves of hot pleasure settling between her own dripping thighs! And Lori herself was going crazy with her...
Breakfast was a strained affair. For the second night in a row – and the second night of our marriage – Elizabeth and I slept apart. I bedded down in a guest room while she returned to our bedroom. I had begun to wonder if Elizabeth's professional life was more important to her than the life we'd built at home. I would never have to ask myself that question. I would gladly give up my career if it brought an end to the sort of tension that the past few days had delivered. It seemed that...
Sunday, June 27, 1971 It was Kip who saved her from injuring herself on the marble stairs. When Aida fainted, she had simply crumbled where she stood. Once again, I was witness to my security man's lightning-fast reflexes as he caught her before her head could make contact with the marble steps. Lifting the unconscious girl in his arms, he simply looked his question at me. I turned to open the front door for him, but it was Catherine who led him into the parlor and had him deposit the...
I've always had a penchant for Domination, and being sub in nature have enjoyed watching videos in which males are subjugated by strong women.Imagine my delight when i discovered a whole new genre involving shemales and transvestites. For years I searched the internet and watched hour and hours of video.As time progressed I felt the urge to meet up with and interact with real people.I found an advert for a mature lady with a TV maid looking for submissive males. I contacted the lady and...
Ever since I was a little boy I was afraid of thunderstorms, andwhenever there was a particularly violent one at night, I would run tomy parents bedroom and climb into their big king size bed, where mymother would hold me until the storm abated. I literally shook withfear, and only the warmth of her body holding me close, and hersoothing voice could calm me down. One such occasion when I was twelvetook a different twist, we were experiencing the worst storm I had everwitnessed, the thunderclaps...
I'm writing about the sexiest, most perfect smelling, creamy wet panties that I have ever had the pleasure of putting to my nose. Here is how it went down. I recently was working for my Mother in law at her house, doing some house projects that required a little more help. So, as the first day began, I was in and out of the house most of the day. During that time, anytime I needed the restroom, I would have too pass by Beckys room. she's my hot sister in law. Her and her pussy...
As I sit here at the desk silence renders and images of us run through my mind. My imagination running wild of all the things your hands, mouth, and fingers do to my body. Your touch sets me aflame and all I can do is smile. I wonder if you know what your touch does to me? As the sky darkens a thunderstorm is imminent. I love the smell of rain. My name is Elena, I am four foot eleven. I am 23 and petite. I work in a hotel that caters to crew guys. We do not get very many tourist for the price...
"WHAT? Oh my god, oh my god," I cried and I watched as the tears began to flow down Jenni's cheeks.She had a death grip on my hand and I wanted so desperately to kiss her and hold her and love her at that magic moment but we both knew we didn't dare.We hurried through the process of paying the bill and literally danced around the car all the way home. Mom almost got knocked down as we held her and kissed her and told her how much we loved her, but then it was our turn and we cried and yelled...
The first 48 hours after the invasion were the most difficult. Anybody that was suspected of having a leadership position or having vital knowledge disappeared into the Queen Anne. Very few returned. Those that did were placed on our suspicious list, By Me. If they hadn’t been snitches before, they were now. This included their family members. Actually, I never really had to do anything to these folks. Their friends and neighbors, and in some cases even their own family members were the ones...
A few days after the events recounted in the last chapter, Amanda was with Deirdre in the poky little changing room, waiting for her bout to be called. Amanda, these days, was increasingly preoccupied with her forthcoming marriage and all the problems that would have to be overcome in manufacturing an identity for a man who had materialised out of nowhere. She had been reading Freddy Forsyth's "Day of the Jackal" and had seen how comparatively easy it was to manufacture an identity. But...
Little Miss Imperfect by suki Boy, you really are dumb aren't you? How many times do I have to tell you to open the file menu first and then scroll down to open? I know you're doing the best you can. But really you have to start trying to pay attention. This last letter you printed out is full of typos and it has to go to a very important client. We really can't afford to lose a client like that. They take detail very seriously. Please just try to be more careful. I know you ...
For Friends and Family - Nichola is Reborn I lay there for a second luxuriating in the amazing orgasm Amy had just teased me to; I realised that I had achieved this orgasm without getting a complete erection, as my penis was constrained by my silicon vagina. Amy brought me out of my reverie kissing and fondling me, I turned to her and whispered, "Your turn now," kissing her and feeling those magnificent breasts of hers. She gave a gentle moan as her nipples got even harder as I...
The sword says swiftly What the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on.- The Canticle of Menkeret.………………………………………………..The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuitively that soon I will be replete. I should feel fear but prefer to...
BDSMIt’s Christmas Time and Bang Bros is celebrating with you for a special holiday treat. Santa is making his way around town to deliver presents on Christmas, but when he shows up to Kira’s house, he finds out that she doesn’t believe in Santa anymore. Santa has to think quick, he thinks of the one thing that EVERY 20 year old girl likes. DICK. Big, long, fat, dick. He takes it out and once she sees it, she’s a believer again. She takes him inside and gives him an amazing...
xmoviesforyouIt is a crisp fall evening as I walk to the park bench. I can hear my high heels disturbing the leaves as I walk deeper in the park. I feel their dampness on the tops of my naked feet as I stir them up approaching the bench I was told to wait at. The wind is singing a song on the empty leafless branches and slipping under my long fall coat touching my thighs and bottom, it is all I am wearing, as I was told to do. As I arrive at the bench I slip my hand into my jacket pocket and pull out the...
She proposed that idea, and I was sold. I couldn’t believe my ears, and then we both, just got out. We both grabbed our stuff, and went to the locker room. ‘So, that’s a yes?’ Amy asked. ‘Yes,’ I replied. We kissed each other one more time, before we got dressed. I wasn’t sure, what I just got myself into, but that was one of the big selling points though. We both got into her car and went to her house. She had a nice, medium sized house, and it seemed great. I walked in, not knowing what to...
"That would rule!" Danny confirmed. "If a woman came in right now and asked us to fuck her," I continued, "I'd be so happy!" "Yeah." "Guess it won't happen though." "We can dream dude!" My name is Cory. I'm eleven-years-old, a slender blonde boy who, at this moment in time, was kneeling naked on a bed. Next to me was Danny Pearce, my best buddy in the whole world. He was also blonde, a freckle-faced kid aged ten, a year younger than myself. We were at his house, where...