The Governess
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MISS SPARGROVE
Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito’s reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming. After all, she didn’t want to wake the baby.
As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn’s ass, she wondered what Ross was doing. Miss Spargrove had had him in his adult-sized high chair, built on the same lines as Amelia’s little one, sucking frozen urine-sicles, created in ice cubes with toothpicks.
Miss Spargrove had Ross on a monthly masturbation schedule, and was making him cum in the little ice cube trays, and of course she’d told poor Shawn that these would be HERS to suck?oh Jesus. Shawn winced again as the paddle came down hard, and tears coursed down her cheeks. But she knew she had to make no noise and she bit the inside of her cheeks to withstand the whipping.
Ms. Spargrove had warned Shawn several times that it was much too much work to keep little Amelia asleep, and though ?I must punish you, as Amelia’s Mummy, you will certainly get a far more severe thrashing if you wake your daughter with your incessant crybaby-ness.?
Finally, Ms. Spargrove pushed Shawn off her starched aproned knee, and Shawn sobbed quietly, as she attempted to pull her panties and blue jeans up over her sore bottom.
?No no, Shawn. You must keep your panties down and go stand in that corner. I am going to teach you not to spill your bills and mail all over the floor when I am trying to keep your house clean. I am your daughter’s au pair, not a scullery maid.?
Shawn’s lip trembled, but she knew better than to annoy Ms. Spargrove. She shuffled, her pants and panties around her ankles, and pushed her nose into the corner. Miss Spargrove liked the way Shawn’s chest jiggled in her tight blue T-shirt as she shuddered and sobbed, and the au pair resolved to find an excuse to strip Shawn naked the next time punishment was in order.
For her part, Shawn was wondering when things had gotten this strange. She and Ross had hired Miss Spargrove right after Amelia was born, and it seemed so great.
Peace had returned to the Cirrito household.
The laundry was being done, Miss Spargrove had moved the baby into HER room, so that Shawn and Ross could have alone time, and Miss Spargrove had given them helpful hints, like that it was all right to make noise around the baby, so it would be used to sounds, and not wake up thirty times a day, SCREAMING.
But at some point, Miss Spargrove had taken over?first it had been with Ross!
The first time Shawn had come across Ross taking his punishment from Miss Spargrove it had been something of a shock. It was true, Ross had often begged Shawn to sexually punish him, and Shawn had dismissed this, shrieking at Ross that he was depraved. But one day, she looked in the Nursery, and there they were?
The baby was off with Grandma for the day, so really, the Nursery should have been deserted, and Shawn had just come upstairs looking for a Danielle Steel novel she’d been reading. And what she’d seen was more of a plot from Caligula.
Ross was standing—cowering, really, naked in front of the frowning Miss Spargrove. She was stroking his stiff cock with her long French manicure, and it was evident that there had been some whipping going on.
Long red welts were covering Ross’s buttocks, and there was a frightening looking long thick leather razor strop, the old fashioned kind, lying on the Nursery floor. Ross’s eyes were shedding tears, and he was trembling, but Miss Spargrove evidently had Ross’s cock quite happy!
?You see, Ross, why we have to lock this nasty little member of yours up, don’t you?? Miss Spargrove asked, as she stroked Ross’s cock faster and faster. When Ross’s legs had begun trembling and it was evident he was about to have an orgasm, Miss Spargrove clawed his testicles and reached up, twisting a nipple quite violently, and his penis went limp again, and he burst into tears.
Shawn was horrified. What the hell was going on with her big, macho husband? Sure, he had those creepy BDSM websites he went to, but wasn’t that just a phase? Jesus, look at the way this bitch au pair is treating him. And she’s only like, nineteen years old.
?I’m-I’m sorry I keep playing with my wee-wee, Miss Spargrove? Ross said in a whiny voice that Shawn had never heard before. ?I know I’m a bad boy?and you need to lock me up, ma’am.?
?You behave like a bad little girl, Ross. We’re not pleased with you. That’s why you need frequent whippings. When will you learn to be a mature adult? I think I am going to have to give you some stingy on your wee-wee.?
And then Miss Spargrove took the habaneras peppers that Shawn had cut up for last night’s dinner party, and she began rubbing them on poor Ross’s penis and he began sobbing silently, biting his lip to keep from making a noise. God that must hurt, Shawn had thought, habaneras peppers were so hot that she had to use gloves when she cut them.
She wouldn’t have even used them in cooking, but Ross’s boss was from Brazil, and liked that sort of thing. But look at the way Ross’s penis was turning bright red!
Shortly thereafter, Shawn had a disturbing experience with Ross one night, when they were lying in bed together, and she seductively tried to pull down his boxer shorts?and felt something hard and plastic!
?What the fuck’s this?? She looked at it, and it appeared to be a tiny plastic tube, in which Ross’s dick was stuffed, looking very cramped. Ross blushed hotly.
?It’s a chastity tube, Shawn.? Ross explained shamefacedly. ?Miss Spargrove thinks the reason I’ve not been promoted at work, and thus have not been able to give her a raise is because I’m too focused on sex.
Remember how we were in counseling because I couldn’t give up my affair with the receptionist, and my addiction to computer porn? Well, Miss Spargrove is working with me on that, and now I’m locked up.?
Shawn had not confronted Ross with her findings about the bizarre relationship she’d seen that he had with their nanny. But now she was pissed off. ?But this is getting in the way of our sex life, Ross. Don’t you think this girl has a weird um, control over you. She’s our employee, after all.? But Ross just rolled over in bed and would say no more.
But then she overheard Ross begging Ms. Spargrove for the key. But not so he could make love to Shawn! ?Please, Ms. Spargrove. I just want to masturbate at your feet ma’am?won’t you consider it? Please let me touch your perfect toes, to kiss them, and to kiss your inner thighs while I rub my worthless member, ma’am.?
Some time after that, Shawn witnessed Ross behaving extraordinarily. He was naked and cuffed from behind, rubbing his penis against a chair leg when she came in from the market.
Shawn’s mind was distracted with questions that Mrs. Caldecott had asked her about the Salvation Temple Rummage sale, and witnessing Ross’s pudgy, naked body in this curious position was certainly distracting.
?What the devil’s going on, Ross?? Shawn asked acidly. ?I see you got your chastity thingie unlocked, but you’re behaving rather weirdly now. Did Ms. Spargrove do this to you, too??
Ross’s dick was long and stiff, and Shawn could tell that there was lots of pre-ejaculate spooling out of the end. He looked as if he was desperate to have an orgasm, and what a cruel thing to do, having the poor thing locked up like this. On the other hand, he used to be such a cuckolding, tomcatting cockhoundish womanizer that in a way, this was a comical change.
Ross looked up at Shawn and his face went ruby in shame and humiliation. Shawn had mixed feelings about this nonsense with the au pair. On one hand, Ross never fucked her anymore, and he now had shaved legs and wore bright pink toenail polish, but he had begun performing rather excellently between Shawn’s legs at night, for as long as she wanted, and for years Ross had refused to do this.
Also, he wasn’t a bossy asshole any more—as a matter of fact, if Shawn wanted Ross to rub her feet for an hour, he did it, and when they played chess, tennis or golf, he didn’t give her annoying ?helpful? hints?and when she beat him at racquetball, he didn’t go into sulks because of that male competitiveness.
When Shawn and Ross played bridge with their neighbors Carter and Lacy, Ross never shouted at her for bungling a hand, and he stopped going out on guy’s night poker and dart throwing events with his friends. And, he was doing all the housework. Lacy told Shawn that if Carter could take whatever medicine Ross was on, she’d be eternally grateful!
Several times, Shawn passed Ms. Spargrove’s room and peeked in after hearing a bit of howling?and regularly, Ross was tied to Ms. Spargrove’s bed, and she was whipping him with straightened coat hangers, broken car ariels, belts, paddles and canes. (The baby, strangely could sleep through all of Ross’s screaming)
Shawn also had witnessed Ms. Spargrove teaching Ross to curtsy while wearing a ballerina’s tutu, and twirl! It was strange, but Ross was a different man, an easier man to live with. He was no longer possessive when Shawn went out with old boyfriends who were really just friends. Previously, Ross was so jealous that it was difficult for Shawn to have any kind of social life!
But now Ross was rubbing his dick against the chair leg like a dog, and it seemed quite peculiar. Shawn wasn’t quite sure what to think. She put her packages down on the table and watched for a minute, her face a question.
?Ms. Spargrove is allowing me to cum for the first time in a month? Ross confessed, ?And I must do it this way?it’s to teach me to be a more dexterous man, you know what I mean??
A moment later, Ms. Spargrove came out in her starched nurse’s uniform, wielding a hickory switch cut from the back garden. Even though it was all encompassing, going up to her chin, her breasts were large and in evidence, and she certainly had long legs. ?Haven’t you finished yet, Ross, you lazy worm?? Ms. Spargrove said, ignoring Shawn. ?I want you to orgasm soon as you have a lavatory to clean!?
?I-I’m sorry, Ms. Spargrove, I was just explaining to Shawn, she didn’t understand? pleaded Ross. ?Please let me finish now? And Ross began rubbing his cock and balls against the mahogany leg with some vigor.
As Shawn watched in amazement, Ms. Spargrove stepped over to Ross, and began whacking his naked, chubby, kneeling form, all over his back, buttocks and lower thighs. ?You are a lazy, whining, scurrilous little slug, and you make me ill!?
The cane traveled across Ross’s back and on his chin, and then she began slapping it against his hard, burgeoning cock, until it went from empurpled arousal to a tiny, bleeding little piece of skin?and Ms. Spargrove then kicked it violently, and returned her attentions to flogging poor Ross’s back.
After Ms. Spargrove whacked poor Ross about ten more times, she lifted him to his feet by his ear. ?Obviously you don’t know how to use the ten minutes I allocated to you. You can go back in the chastity belt and have another chance in a fortnight. Maybe two more weeks of penile solitude will convince you to take advantage of your opportunities.?
As Shawn watched, feeling invisible, Ms. Spargrove dragged Ross’s ear, with him sadly attached into her bedroom, and there was more whipping and screaming, and Shawn had to make herself a drink!
Ross wept bitterly in the corner, his cock was freshly locked again, and it was so unhappy and upsetting that he’d blown his chance for an orgasm. Two more weeks! Ross’s cock attempted to harden in the tight chastity device, but of course that was impossible.
He was still humiliated by yesterday’s unpleasantness. Being humiliated in front of Carter Nearden! It had been his own fault, perhaps.
Ross had promised Ms. Spargrove that he would cut around the edge of the lawn after he’d mowed it—she’d pointed out to him that he could raise her salary if he stopped paying Buttermilk Falls Yard Geeks to prune and weed.
And Carter had asked Ross if he’d like to go down to Tucker’s Tavern and watch the Minnesota game. Ross had put down his shears and gone off, and when they’d returned, somewhat drunk after a few beers, Miss Spargrove had been waiting for him in the front yard.
And not wearing her usual nanny muumuu dealie. No, Miss Spargrove was wearing a tight white T-shirt with a nice low V neckline and cut off blue-jeans shorts?Ross hadn’t even been aware that she owned such an outfit.
And of course, Ross had at that point never seen Ms. Spargrove in the nude. Several times she’d blindfolded Ross while he was tied to the bed, and she’d rode his face while playing with his cock, but she was always dressed when he saw her.
?I told you to cut round the edge of the lawn, Ross.? Round the edge, instead of around. She is such a British girl, Ross had thought, with a somersaulting stomach.
Ross had thought he was in love with Shawn, but next to his feeling about Ms. Spargrove, he and Shawn were like that gay guy who married the eighty year old actress Martha Ray, who had the wooden leg.
?This the au pair, Ross, buddy?? Carter had that ophthalmologic disorder known as a ?wandering eye? and he was quite taken by Miss Spargrove, not surprisingly. Of course Ross had not been able to reveal to Carter that Miss Spargrove had found his BDSM tapes and consequently taken him over her knee, and that things were quite different in their household now.
Miss Spargrove was holding a severed piece of garden hose. They’d replaced the old one, and she’d cut off a bit of it, about two feet long that she’d used on Ross’s buttocks now and again. It was quite painful, but environmentally, he had to congratulate her for recycling.
?I-ma’am, I just took a break, as Carter and I wanted to watch a football game down the street—?But as Ross was speaking, Miss Spargrove had stepped right up to him, her full breasts heaving in the small T-shirt, and she’d fumbled with his shorts.
Ross weakly tried to stop her, but Miss Spargrove was insistent, and his pants and underpants came down, right there in the front yard, and then Miss Spargrove had twisted Ross’s arm behind him and bent him over.
?When I tell you to complete a chore, I mean it, Ross. You are lazy and quite slovenly, and I believe we spoke last week about your spending too much time in pubs.?
?Dude, what the fuck’s going on here, man?? Carter had asked. ?This bitch is ball-busting you—?
But then Ross’s whipping had started. WHACK! WHACK THWACK! CRACK! SMACK! By the time it was over, he was weeping and kneeling on the ground, and of course Carter had seen the chastity device and was laughing his ass off.
Later Ross had complained to Miss Spargrove that she had ruined a friendship, and she’d smiled sourly. ?Yes, it doesn’t sound as if it was a particularly valuable one.?
And now today, Ross had finally gotten Miss Spargrove, mollified after he’d clipped the lawn in the nude, his red bottom blazing for passing high school girls, to let him cum. But that idiot Shawn had interrupted, and Miss Spargrove had locked him up again.
And, she’d given Ross a severe whipping for whining about it. She’d used the garden hose again, and it had made severe welts on Ross’s buttocks. He was so unhappy now. Carter would never hang out with him again, and of course his wife thought he was some sort of pervert.
?All right, Ross, you can come out of the corner now.? Miss Spargrove’s tone was soothing. Ross turned his tear stained face to her. Shawn was out with the baby, and Miss Spargrove was wearing a cashmere robe.
She opened her arms and Ross rushed to her side, crying in Miss Spargrove’s neck. ?I’m so-so sorry, ma’am.? He wept bitterly. ?I-I just wanted to cum. It’s been such a long time, you know.?
Miss Spargrove tossed her dark hair and smiled, kissing Ross’s tears away. ?Well, I thought about it, and you have been such a good boy. I think I can give you a bit of a massage, eh??
Miss Spargrove shrugged her robe off, revealing a seamless spaghetti strapped rose lace body stocking, and her breasts—oh you could see the nipples!
?Now if I take your chastity device off, can you keep your hands in the back of your head like a good little boy, Ross?? Ross nodded, and lay back on Miss Spargrove’s narrow bed.
The chastity belt off, Miss Spargrove began stroking and tickling Ross’s cum starved organ, he breathed through his nose, and tried not to shake with excitement as her long red nails tickled and tortured his long denied shaft.
?While you were kneeling in the corner, I had a talk with Shawn. It turns out that she is in need of a bit of discipline herself.? Miss Spargrove said, as she pumped Ross’s penis, leaning over so he saw the full benefits of her cleavage.
?At first she was quite annoyed, arguing with me about my treatment of you, but after I took a risk and ordered her to bare her buttocks for my bit of garden hose, Shawn did it quite amicably, and after her thrashing, she licked between my legs for a good thirty minutes—she’s quite good at it, Ross. Perhaps she used to be a lesbian, eh??
But of course Ross knew this. Shawn often laughingly discussed her SLUG phase at Smith College. SLUG stood for Smith Lesbian Until Graduation, and lots of girls did it. He had had no idea that Shawn had submissive tendencies, but shit, he didn’t care. He just wanted Miss Spargrove to let him cum.
Six weeks later, Carter Nearden and his wife Lacy hesitantly entered the Cirrito’s house, and stripped at the door. Carter was a little worried. Miss Spargrove had ordered them to come twenty minutes ago, and it had taken a bit of time?but as they entered the living room, the girl Governess was distracted, giving Ross a bit of training with the garden hose.
?Carter, there you are, you and Lacy can kneel right next to Shawn.? Miss Spargrove’s voice carried, and the Neardens came over and dropped to their knees where Shawn Cirrito was crouching. Carter wondered whether Miss Spargrove might consider taking off his chastity device, but of course he had not done enough to earn it.
Miss Spargrove had ordered Carter to copy out A B C in the dictionary, and he was still halfway in the B’s?and she brooked no excuses!
Miss Spargrove’s garden hose thwacked Ross’s bare buttocks and he screamed. The other three submissives winced, but said nothing. After all, Miss Spargrove was not holding a chattering contest!
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I awoke the next morning with the dawn. I was still naked, my hair was still pulled back tight, and I stretched away my lingering dreams in the middle of the big family room. Outside the first rays of day were beginning to settle and I realized I was famished. I stood up from the sofa and began pulling on my PJ's, not bothering with the underwear. When I noticed the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table I shrugged and thought, What the heck? I lit one after a long yawn and then padded...
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Looking back now, I can remember only one conscience attempt to defy my new master. I know it sounds strange. I mean, I'd just been raped. My pussy was sore and full of his cum, my body and mind had both been put through the ringer by a man old enough to be my dad, and for nearly an hour and a half I'd been his captive. He'd let me go and suddenly I was free, but my reaction to such freedom was definitely not normal. Most girls would have felt relieved beyond imagining. Most girls would...
As it turns out I only ended up being my master's slave for about three weeks. They were a hectic, life altering three weeks, though. Every hour of every day was so packed full of new duties and responsibilities that I had absolutely no time for myself anymore. I mean, before having a master I'd had my chores, my church, and my studying. Those obligations alone had taken up a ton of my time. But with the additional burden of having to please a warped and demanding master my life had...
The last time I was fucked by my master as his slave occurred on the Wednesday that followed the lesson he gave me at my church. As usual he wanted to fuck me as soon as I arrived at his house after school that day. And as usual I was more than ready for it. During class I had masturbated in the bathroom not once, not twice, but six times. Once an hour, as per my master's newest rule. I wasn't allowed to climax when I did this, but I did have to finger myself until I at least got wet. I'd...
The day after the gang initiation I stayed home from school. Physically I was just too sore to consider going so I told my dad that I was sick. I was so emotionally drained by the previous day's events that when I asked I sounded as meek and miserable as I felt. My dad called me in without any objection. On Friday I felt better. Physically, the wounds I sustained during the court-in on Wednesday had been mostly superficial and were already healed. The soreness from fucking all those gang...
Having learned that their 13-year-old daughter had run away to a dangerous area of a major urban city to consort with gang members, most parents would have been relieved, if concerned, for her well-being upon her return. And while I'm sure that most parents would punish such a child in some way, they would also get her to a psychiatrist, maybe even into a mental hospital, to treat what was obviously disturbing behavior. My dad wasn't one of those parents and I knew it. That's why I was so...
It should go without saying that my new frame of mind had a profound impact on the way I behaved at my new school. I learned quickly that by accepting that I was a slut and a whore, the last measure of control over my perverted desires was stripped away. Life in public school was going to be a lot different than life in a private Catholic school as a result. The day after returning from the ice-fishing trip with my family I started classes at Rutherford B. Hayes Middle School. It was located...
Your name is Jack Pine. You've always been a smooth guy who got what he wanted. Sadly for a lot of your friends and coworkers that included their wives and daughters. So after being basically ran out of town you find you self in a new neighborhood. But this is your chance for a fresh start, new neighborhood, new environment, and new milfs and young woman to seduce. As you finish unpacking you notice the family next door and goes to introduce yourself. The neighborhood you move to will help...
I was 18 years old, and I was extremely nervous all day because I knew I was going to force myself to try it…a gloryhole. There was a place a few miles out of town called the XXX store that was opened 24/7. Me and my friends had gone in there a few times, and one time when I went to use the bathroom I saw a strange hall with many doors on either side. All had lights above them, some were lit and others weren’t. It wasn’t until later that I heard what a gloryhole was and how it was used in Adult...
GayYou are Mr. Hide, adequately entitled because your name personifies your actions all throughout your life. You would rather hide than deal with almost any problem that arises. You have managed to get through life somehow so far. You were hoping to spend a nice safe quiet evening at the computer tonight, but find yourself faced with a knock at the door. Ominous, who would want to speak to you?
Fetishalarm sounded for the third time and I finally decided to get up - it's nice to have a day off work, but that's no excuse to waste it in bed. The curtains had opened themselves when the alarm had sounded the first time, and sunlight was already streaming into our bedroom of the future. In fact, our whole house was 'of the future' - my boyfriend Gary worked for a large multinational company that specialised in such things, and we got to try out some of the prototypes.Most of the house was...
Ab hum story ke 5th part me enter hochuke pichle part me hum ne dekha tha ke mama tin din ke tour pe gaye hai aur ab tou se wapsi ka last din tha usse pahele mai tino ki gaand marna chahta tha maine market se ek mere hi lund kaisa dildo kharid kar laya aur tino ko gift kiya 3rd day subah hum charo uthe sab undergarments pe the sab logon ne ek sath bath kiya aur Phir breakfast ke liye bath gaye tabhi kon subah subah cum plus honey lund chuse ga seema aur rima dono tayyar hogaye maine lower utara...
Lady Tether and the 3 Little Discardsby A. P. Damien28 paused to pour another cup of coffee. "I really don't think age is important. Looks are. But I think my skin is getting dry. One year, maybe two. Then she'll discard me." The brunette did look a little more mature than the other two. Her only clothes were bright red vinyl boots, gloves, and a bikini bottom. "And your life will be, too. Doesn't that matter to you?" 272 was a brand new slave and seemed fascinated by 28's upcoming death. "Yes,...
Breaking up with a knockout girlfriend is not the typical way to start the sexual adventure of a lifetime, but I’m happy to say it was for me. If Chantelle hadn’t dumped me, I would never have met Marjorie and Edith. Now, I know what you are thinking from the names alone. Yes, Chantelle was twenty-nine, slim, attractive and high maintenance, and Marjorie and Edith could not have had ten years between them before they were collecting their pensions, but they were not second prize by any means....
MatureHer name was Cindy Dent she was my Dad's intern. Cindy is 22 and about 5'8" tall. She has long blong hair that she wears in a pony tail and a sexy body to die for. She has Large perky breast and muscular legs. Cindy's ass is sexy as hell, it looks muscular and tight everytime she wears one of her little tight dresses or on Fridays when she wears jeans to work. One weekend she had a birthday party at her house. I am 18 so I couldn't drink. However, I couldn't pass up the...
I have always been a fairly mild and meek person and would never get involved in any sort of confrontation and for that reason people seem to treat me rather badly.As a 17 year old in his last year at school I had begun to rebel a little and although my parents told me off a lot I tended to ignore them and do what I wanted to anyway. One day just as term was about to finish my mum said that I was going to spend the summer holiday with my auntie Dee. She said that as I wouldn’t do as I was told...
‘Yes Daddy, so happy. Have we finished?’ she asked looking at her untied wrists and my semi hard cock. ‘Finished? We have only just started,’ I said darkly as I tied her ankles to the bed. I walked around the bed studying her body, deciding how best to test her further. I picked up a pillow. ‘Lift your arse up,’ I told her, my voice strong with a hint of menace. She complied raising her arse as high as she could while still tied to the bed. I positioned the pillow under her, keeping her arse...
BDSMAidan woke up on Thursday morning, the last day of October, Halloween, feeling good, so good that he did a double check to see if the feeling was real or if it would evaporate like the morning dew. It didn’t. He felt optimistic and, he was sure, happy, and he knew he could trust those feelings. He sang in the shower and hummed a merry tune over breakfast. He felt almost giddy at the prospect of a day without depression. He looked out of the window, and seeing a bright break in the clouds...
As we journey across the mountain pass, the sun shining and the cool breeze blowing, we stop for a brief rest. It's been a long day... You've been touching my thigh during the drive and looking at my package hungrily... As we stop, you unbuckle your seatbelt, slide over on top of me, and plunge your tongue down my throat... Kissing me madly as you grind against my quickly awakening shaft....Your kiss goes straight to my loins, causing me to harden as you grind against me... I pull you in tight...
This was my first time with a friend of mine. We were neighbors for roughly many yrs. Around the age of 18, she had caught me masturbating. But, she kept it quiet, and we never talked about it, but carried on as nothing happened. We never fancied each other, but we were great friends. After school, we both got shifted for college to different places, but still maintained friendly contacts. We sometimes met each other in summer vacations. We were both 21 when she first visited my house. Her...
First TimeAfter that first afternoon of frantic sex, Amber and I settled into a pattern. During the day, Amber puttered around her house and garden while David slept. Then, after dinner, as soon as David left for work, she slipped through the hedge that separated our yards, in my backdoor, and into my arms. I wasn’t a virgin by any definition of the word when I had my sister for dinner but sex had never been as exciting or as satisfying for me as it has been with my big sister. All the books on sex...
IncestNext day being Sunday, the family decided on going out into the Kent countryside for a picnic, of course with the Bell family it was never going to be a straight forward Sunday picnic. No their picnics always turned into erotic secluded fresh creamed picnics. They loaded up all the goodies they were planning on taking and not just the hamper of foods and freezer box of drinks, but the bondage box was slipped into the boot of the car as well as Cassie's new sex toys. Also unbeknown to Alan a...
Ted’s point of view I opened the driver’s side door and stepped into the street. Glancing back to make sure the way was clear, I walked around the car to join my younger brother, Stan. Once or twice a week we made the trip into Houston to the club. It was a private club upstairs from a restaurant. The owner was particular about who he allowed in and his criterion was not always obvious. Some people became downright angry at being denied entry, but Carl ran the club for his personal pleasure,...
"STEPCHILD" By: Jacki Pett My stepsisters, Amanda and Cathy, are sitting on the couch next to me in the doctor's waiting room. My stepmother is in talking with the doctor. Amanda and Cathy are both reading magazines. Janet, my other stepsister, felt bad she couldn't be there with me too. I feel kind of weird, sitting here, sort of spaced out. Mom gave me a Valium to take before we left the house. She said it was to help me relax. It's been a long time since I've felt...
Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the part of the story where Simi and I explored our BDSM slave fantasy. If you haven’t read the first parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story. I started preparing for the BDSM session. I had the bondage tools with me but required more items like ropes, wax, and other stuff. I purchased and kept my bag ready for the day. I messaged Simi that I am ready. I also...
A crisp moonlit night, a warm inviting hot tub on the deck - a great place to unwind after another stressful day at work. As I walk outside, my eyes scan to the right and I do a quick check of the next door neighbour's downstairs bedroom window. Lights are out and curtains drawn as per usual. But there was that one night! It was a couple of weeks ago but it is still firmly etched in my mind.I used to soak in the hot tub rather infrequently but since that night, it had been much more often. My...
VoyeurMedway High School 12:43pm, Friday, February 16, 1979 As Samantha walked through the music room doors, she turned slightly back towards me and Lynette and said, “It’s called, Alone.” I just raised my eyebrows at the name of the song as I recalled a popular song from the late 1980s with that title. I wondered if it was an original Samantha song or some incredible offshoot of the song I remembered. (Note: Please understand I’m not as creative in song writing as Don Lockwood was in his...
Hello to all you horny peeps. I am glad to be back after a long time. This story is about how the Mumbai rains helped me to get laid by a hot sex-deprived married woman. I used to go for Football practices in one of the gymkhanas in South Bombay. The football field that we used to practice on was surrounded by a race track, where many people used to jog or run. Since our practice was during the evenings, I used to get distracted a lot by watching all the hot women jog and workout. It’s not my...
I’m sitting in the hotel bar when my text pings, it from the friend I’m supposed to be meeting. I have known her since university and we always get together when I’m in town which is not very often. We were going to have a meal in the new celebrity chef restaurant and I had used all my connections to get us a table but she has some sort of domestic crisis with her k**s and can’t make it! I try not to feel annoyed and smile as it’s not the first time she has done this but text back ‘oh no hun,...