The Paralegal
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KOKO’S PLANS
JULY 2001
?Can’t I cum, just once, Jenise?it’s been 139 days and counting!? But Seifert knew what would happen to him if he bugged his wife again!
THWACK! Jenise Quynlan thwacked her husband in the side of the neck as he scurried to the back of the Buttermilk Beauty Bazaar, and then she tugged on the chains that were locked through the hoops on his nipples and dragged him back. Jenise slashed again, this time lashing his stomach with the riding crop.
?I told you again and again, you’re not going to get an orgasm today, you pathetic sissy-faggot!? Jenise screamed. The riding crop found Seifert’s bare balls, and she laid it around his cock and nuts until he was in absolute agony, and dancing?
This of course gave Jenise nothing but hilarity. She loved using a whip or a riding crop to make her husband dance around in pain! Matter of fact, sometimes she’d borrow her son’s air rifle and shoot at poor Seifert’s bare feet to get him dancing, and the evil little metal balls really urged him on to incredible results!
Now Jenise just swung the crop with an energy rarely seen in a 92 pound woman. She switched the crop around, hitting Seif’s nipples, and then his nuts, and then the crop would find a tender earlobe?and Jenise just kept laughing!
Koko, the shampoo girl was arranging bottles on the shelves. In a few moments, the B.B.B. would open for business, and Jenise would have to stop kicking her husband around. Seifert Quynlan had asked his wife out years ago, and she was suspicious of a hairdresser’s heterosexuality. ?I don’t go out with gay gentlemen? Jenni had said, and Seif had replied, ?Well, neither do I!?
This line had gotten Jenise to laugh and to eventually date the strange little somewhat heterosexual hairdresser?and there were more surprises to come!
But Jenni had discovered, as wives do, that although her hairdressing hubby was hetero, he was a submissive hetero, and when she’d hired her god-daughter Koko to do Saturday shampoos right after the girl turned twelve, she’d told her to try to accept the way she ?did things? with Seif?as he wasn’t quite right?and needed a strong hand.
Now, Jenise pointed a long nail to the back of the store and sent her sobbing spouse back there, and Koko followed, somewhat lackadaisically. Boredly, she held out her arms and poor Seifert wept in her substantial, seventeen year old bosom, and then he sat his naked bottom on the floor, and Koko began running her kitten heels all over his rock hard cock.
?I know Jenise gets upset when I pressure her for orgasms, but it’s been so long!? Seifert gasped as Koko, sitting in a discarded hairdressing chair, rubbed her feet all over his cock and balls, being careful of course, not to let her godfather have a release. That would have greatly pissed off Jenise, and Koko didn’t want to get on her bad side. She just popped her gum in the adolescent girl way and rubbed Seif’s genitals, and let him rant and rave about the unfairness of it all?.
Soon she would have to go out into the store and do shampoos?and then he’d have to blow his nose and work his magic with Mrs. Holditch’s frizzy mop, and turn it into its monthly permanent wave?she had to cheer him up, and get him together. What a sad and pathetic submissive male he was!
But then there was a knock on the back door, and Koko opened it up, and it was, indeed one of the Buttermilk Beauty Bazaar’s ?private? clients?one Koko would work on herself. Bruton Eben McNabb, Buttermilk Falls Police Chief was looking in, shamefacedly, being prodded by his wife, Alouette.
It was time for Chief McNabb’s monthly makeover, so he could be ?Bertha? and go around in a hot little drag queen outfit and tranny pumps? One thing Alouette loved about her husband’s treatment was how Koko would attach little wires all over his body to de-hair him?It was an electrical shock thing, but it did make all of the hair on Bruton’s chest, back and pubes absolutely disappear.
Koko then would cover Bruton’s body with lots of creams and sensitizers, so he would be smooth skinned. Alouette was seriously considering having Bruton go on disability from the Police Department and undergo breast implant surgery. She said she wanted a girlfriend to go shopping with. She’d already gotten Bruton to bring home a couple of the criminal druggies that he rousted about, so he could learn how to fellate them like a real girl.
?Puh-please, Alouette, can’t I just go home?? Bruton begged??I don’t know if I really want to get all dressed up again, if you know what I mean!?
?Sacre Bleu!? Alouette shouted, and before Koko’s amused eyes, she pulled a leather scourge out of her purse and swung it hard, landing it right on Bruton’s exposed palm, which made the husky ex-Marine burst into tears. ?Do you want me to make you strip naked and take a full whipping (she pronounced this Wheepeeng) in front of this young woman, Koko??
And of course Bruton shook his head, weeping. He would submit as he always did?you couldn’t argue with a dominant woman, could you?
Alouette was such a slight Belgian babe?no one could believe that she could use a whip and several lead tipped sticks to convince her 260 pound, muscle bound husband to suck the dicks of the various felons that had once been in terror of him?and that he really enjoyed it.
For, if you made a police chief suck criminal dick long enough, it became a craving for him?quite an exciting one, though of course it was quite frightening if the thugs started telling each other what a faggot the head cop of Buttermilk Falls had become!
This resulted in the Chief paying tons of blackmail money so Fitizie, Lunchmeat and Cousin Ernie, the purse-snatchers of Dade Avenue, wouldn’t tell the world that Mr. Tough Cop was actually a nail-polished little cocksucker.
Chief McNabb was very tough and hard on the various lower-income peoples of the town?but when he was Bertha, he was just a ladyboy transvestite little whore! Koko brought him in and went to work!
20010
Clemyjontri ?Koko? Ciesielski tossed her chestnut ponytail behind her back as she went over the testimony in the Schwantes case. Koko shook her head as she spotted yet another spelling error. Koko’s Iphone went off, she looked at the text and the accompanying web photo.. It was one of the Wylie twins, Beasley.
Koko supplemented her work as a legal secretary by working as an occasional dominatrix?her favorite clients were those who she could manipulate by Iphone and not have to check on that often!
Bailey Wylie was chained by the balls to an anvil in Koko’s basement, copying pages from the dictionary, and Beasley was in the public restroom at John H. Buttermilk Park, doing a little glory hole work?and he wanted Mistress Koko to supervise his progress!
After Beasley had sucked off nine men through the little drilled holes in the walls of the restroom, he’d be allowed to come see Koko, get the key to his chastity device, and then go home and cum in his brother’s ass.
And then, Bailey, after he’d finished all the D’s in the Merriam-Webster, was eligible to get HIS key, and cum in Beasley’s mouth. (By this time, Beasley was a real expert at the fellatio thing). And they’d give Koko a big check from their trust account at Goldman Sachs.
The night before, Koko had also collected a large sum of money for humiliating Regis Pembrokian, the noted clarinetist?she’d come up to him at one of the big fund raisers, and right after he’d gotten an award, Koko, resplendent in a tight sparkly dress that showed off her considerable breasts, had ordered Reg to unzip his tux pants and pull out his penis.
Koko had nearly shredded it by whipping it with a stolen knitting needle in front of all his friends and co-workers, demanding that Reg keep his hands behind his back and stick out his bare, throbbing cock as she whacked it again and again?the easiest thousand dollars she’d ever made for fifteen minutes work, though at the end, when she’d stalked out, he was kneeling on the floor, sobbing?and his poor dickie-bird was ragged and bleeding?and his tux looked like hell!
All was heaven on that side of things?but today, this legal secretary work was a drag. Her boss’s boss, Emory, father of Emmett, had sternly warned Koko to not let up on his slacker son?to make sure his work was up to par, and here were all these damn spelling mistakes!
She’d have to have a talk with Emmett about this one?After Koko had been working for Emmett Dinobile as his legal secretary for about nine months, they’d mutually agreed that he should probably do his own typing as it got in the way of her ?Serenity Space?, her meditative time. But that didn’t mean she was going to let him be a damn slob, seriously. Couldn’t the man type?
Koko whistled the tune to ?My Fair Lady? and slid her chair away from her desk, and out came the crouched form of Emmett Turibuis Dinobile, crawling slowly. Emmett was clad only in a pair of florally embroidered thong panties, and his erection, even while locked in a chastity belt, was almost peeking out of them. He also had a clothespin on each nipple, but of course you couldn’t count that as apparel.
As Emmett peered up at his gorgeous secretary Koko, his penis throbbed, and he recalled his governess, Miss Beck. Emmett’s father, Emory, Sr. had realized that Emmett was a weak-willed boy, and he’d had Miss Beck, a comely brunette who had once been Emory Sr.’s mistress, take Emmett in hand, homeschooling him through twelfth grade.
Miss Beck had made Emmett and his brother, Emory Jr. wear Lincoln green sailor suits, inspired by the uniforms from ?The Sound of Music? and kept them within the walls of the family estate much of the time. Sometimes Miss Beck was frolicsome and had picnics, like Julie Andrews did, but she also had the whole iron-fist in the velvet glove thing going on as well.
Emmett recalled once that Miss Beck had caught him jerking off to the Fredericks of Hollywood catalogue (he’d filched one from a proletarian garbage can while on the way to his tuba lesson) and Miss Beck had stripped Emmett naked, made him kneel on a hassock with his hands bound behind his head, and then she’d made him conjugate Latin verbs while she rubbed jalapeno peppers on his penis and testicles.
?Come on, now, Emmett, what’s the active voice for ‘Celo’?? Miss Beck said, bending down to graze the scorching peppers against the underside of his tiny penis?Emmett looked down through sobbing eyes into Miss Beck’s heaving cleavage as she rubbed the plant back and forth.
?Uh—Celare is the present voice, Celavisse is the puh-perfect voice, and Celaturus esse is the future—oh, it hurts so much, Miss Beck!? Emmett had sobbed, and Miss Beck had stood up and slapped his face hard, her breasts jiggling in the tight, low cut angora sweater.
?But Emmett?that’s what you’re supposed to be studying, instead of filling your mind with filched filth from white trash garbage cans!? Miss Beck had then taken up a razor strop lent her by Emory Sr., and she grabbed poor Emmett, and she’d thrown him across the bed in the ?Nursery?, the room he’d never outgrow!
Later on, Miss Beck had ordered Emmett and Emory, Jr. to put on frilly white dresses with high socks and patent leather shoes (quite shiny) and they’d marched past jeering boys (urchins, Miss Beck called them) playing stickball on the street to return the Fredericks of Hollywood catalogue to the neighbor, who’d laughed and whooped at the little so-called perverts, dressed as pretty young ladies with parasols.
Miss Beck had tied their scrotums together, and left the boys in the attic that weekend, and gone off on a romantic trip with Emory Sr, who just thought his raven haired governess employee was the best thing for childrearing that he’d ever seen!
But hey, if Emmett hadn’t had Miss Beck on him then, he might not have gotten 1570 on his SAT’s and wouldn’t be a lawyer now?cowering as he was under the desk, staring at Miss Koko!
?Stand up, Emmett? Koko now said, not looking at him. She was still quite distracted by the brief she was reading. ?How many F’s are in the word reaffirmation, as in ‘reaffirmation agreement’, you have only one??
Emmett, who was now standing in his panties and clothespins in his ornate office, hoping that the mailboy wouldn’t come in, guessed. ?Three??
Without looking up from her brief, Koko swung up her left leg, resplendent in a bright red Kate Spade pump and whacked the tip neatly between Emmett’s legs, and he grabbed his balls and fell over, crying.
Yes, those jujitsu lessons at the Buttermilk Falls YWCA really did the trick, Koko thought. ?And do you know the rule about I before E except after C??
Koko got up and stood over Emmett, and then she kicked him in the stomach, and he got up, too. ?Get me the Whippy Stick from the wall, Emmie.?
Emmett looked pleadingly at her, but Koko was adamant. He slunk over to the wall and took the Whippy Stick down. The Whippy Stick was made of some sort of Australian branch, and was used for driving cattle over there by the Bushmen, or something.
Emmett had gotten it ?for fun? when he’d been backpacking there his summer after graduating from Syracuse, and before starting the long grind at Buttermilk University Law Center. He had had no idea how much his secretary would enjoy it, that was for sure!
Emmett walked back to Koko, dreading his thrashing, but enjoying the look of his secretary in her short, snug Pleather dress and high heels. He did have the hottest assistant at the firm, if a somewhat surly one.
Koko gave him an expectant look, and Emmett pulled his panties to his knees, and bent over the divan in his large office. Emory, Emmett’s dad, had been so angry when Emory Jr., Emmett’s older brother had gone into political cartooning instead of the law, that he’d given his son a beaucoup corner office, with great furniture and huge windows that was the envy and resentment of the other starting associates. Of course, they didn’t know about Koko.
Now Emmett lay over the divan. ?P-please Koko, I did the best I could. You know I have a learning disability about spelling—?
But Koko didn’t believe in learning disabilities. Grandchild of refugees from Stalin’s purge, she’d worked her ass off, and didn’t have time for excuses. She lifted the Whippy Stick and brought it down across Emmett’s skinny buttocks.
Emmett squealed, and Koko was rewarded by the long red streak right across his crack. It was a nice shade of red, and Koko was convinced that she could hit it again, and maybe create a blister. What fun life was!
Poor Emmett. Things were so grim for him, sometimes. He had a lovely wife, Osceola, who kept him locked in a chastity device 99 percent of the time. Once a month Osceola would stand before Emmett, usually wearing a tight pink T-shirt (she had lovely melons) and she’d berate him.
?Don’t you wish you could touch these precious orbs, you pathetic, self-centered little crybaby?? Osceola would ask, as she tossed the key to the chastity belt to her grateful husband. ?You’re lucky I let you look at my boobies at all, and you’ll NEVER get to see them naked, you just don’t deserve it.?
Poor Emmett would unlock his chastity belt and take his cock in his hand, the first time he’d touched it in thirty days, and begin toying with it, as he looked at Osceola’s glorious rack! She had a way of contemptuously staring at him that absolutely drove him wild!
Then Osceola would slowly lift up the pink top so he could see her glorious breasts encased in a beige demibra. She’d jiggle them at him as he beat his meat, and then as soon as he came, back down the shirt went, and he was locked up for another thirty days.
Osceola was also quite strict with the hairbrush, the thick wooden paddle, and a razor strop. When Emmett wasn’t slaving away for Koko in the office, he was cleaning and cooking for Osceola, who was a lazy honey blonde who just wanted to get laid by as many unemployed Hispanic illegal aliens as she could!
Emmett sighed and gritted his teeth against the pain of the Whippy Stick. He was almost drunk with a desire to cum. Koko didn’t make it easy at work, where she constantly flashed her boobs in tight cleavage dresses and showed off her legs.
Koko also had a copy of Emmett’s chastity belt key, and in lazy afternoons would stroke and toy with his hard, sweating cock for an hour as he struggled with his hands locked behind his head.
Koko’s long nails could instinctively find the pressure points and sensitive spots on Emmett’s throbbing, denied cock, and she loved to toy with them?sometimes she’d spend the entire teasing time just playing with Emmett’s cockhead, the glans portion, and other times she’d just play with his balls.
Now of course Koko was having a great time with the Whippy Stick, trying hard to land it on poor Emmett’s testicles, which were poking out from between his legs. Finally she had Emmett in tears, and she thought that it was possible that he would remember to check his work before submitting it to her for inspection.
Koko was a 9th grade dropout, and if Emmett was any evidence of what you got with higher education, she’d stay that way!
Finally, Koko tossed down the Whippy Stick, snapped her fingers, and the weeping Emmett crawled back under the desk, as he pulled up his panties. Koko went to the intercom system and called for her typist.
?I guess I’ll have to have this done by Bertha? Koko sighed. ?How annoying this is.?
The door opened and a rather homely creature in a snug blue dress and beehive wig came in, escorted by three African mail clerks, all of whom bowed to Koko, who smiled and curtsied.
?Kiasi, Njoku and Emeka!? she said with a smile. ?Have you been enjoying Miss Bertha in the mailroom?? Koko viewed the former Police Chief Bruton Eben McNabb with some favor. After Bruton’s wife had finally gotten him to get his tits and resign the Police department, she’d left?and now Bruton lived in a small basement apartment near the law firm, and had learned to type badly with press-on nails.
Being the suck-slave of the three Nigerian exchange students and part-time mail clerks was another part of ?Bertha’s? job description, but with lots of whipping and torture, Koko was convinced that one day, when she had moved on to greener pastures, Bertha could take over as full time legal secretary.
Of course Bertha still had a dick—but it was pierced and locked into the scrotum, and Bertha only was allowed two orgasms a year, at Christmas and on birthdays?as long as the typing speed slowly moved up to 100 words a minute!
Koko gave Bertha the Schwantes testimony to check, and the three Nigerian mail clerks, using feet and hard fists, pushed the former police chief towards the door.
Koko put her feet up and lit a joint in the office, deserted except for her, and of course the cringing Emmett, still crouched under the desk. It had been quite a productive morning!
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The situation had apparently degenerated even further by the time I finished thinking and came downstairs. Andrea was sitting in an easy chair pretending to read a magazine, while Sue had her arm around a teary-eyed Gail on the couch. Julie and Shelly were clearing the table, and Karen looked like she too was about to cry. "So who ordered a stripper?" I said loudly. "I think everybody's already seen the show," Andrea huffed, shooting a dirty look at Shelly. "Well, everybody else," I...
While they were each ranking the risks for each possible leak, I led Jeremy into the kitchen again. "What have you come up regarding the modifications to your system?" "Master, I've started making modifications as you've asked, but it might take a day or two to finish and then we need to test. They'll live their lives out normally, but will be compelled to protect you, your interests and your secrets. If you tell them that they NEED to do something, they will obey you. Otherwise, it...
The Great Switch: Christmas Shopping At the Mall By Caleb Jones Written 12-22-00; rewritten 6-5-1 My sister Jack and I drove into the parking lot at the Buena Vista Mall. We locked up the car and made our way into the main entrance. He held the door open for me as we went inside. Considering the holiday, there were very few people around the mall compared to last year. But that was before the Switch. You remember the Great Switch, of course. Who can't? For those in future...
Roger didn't know how long he stood naked in the middle of the basement recreation room, his lustfully swollen penis standing out hard and hot in front of him. His attention was riveted to the lewdly fucking teenagers on the couch -- his younger daughter and his older daughter's boy friend. Ellen and Harold were making the couch rock noisily back and forth on its legs with their abandoned love-making. The young blonde girl was groaning, teeth tightly clenched, hair tossing, eyes open but...
Heh, thank you, loyal readers, for giving me feedback on my previous piece. To address some of the points people made, since I can't really do it elsewhere (skip to the story if you're not interested): Yes, the first piece was basically plotless. I wrote it because it was a 'fapping piece' and story wasn't really the first thing on my mind. Nevertheless, one has developed, and you get to see a little more of the storyline in this part. I appreciate the ego boost (when I read the...
When I woke up, the truck was stopped and Jake was sleeping in the berth beneath me. It looked like it would be early dawn. A look out the back window showed that we had not yet picked up our load of goods from Proctor & Gamble. I must have been asleep for quite some time, but I don’t know when Jake had conked. I went outside and stretched. We appeared to be at a rest stop. The place had an establishment selling Starbucks coffee, so I left a little note scrawled with “Back in 15 minutes-...
All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over. There we were, me and Stephen both naked, sitting on the bed wanking each other’s dicks when his Dad opened the door. We were both dead embarrassed, me and my mate – my mate more than me. The second my mate’s Dad realised what he was looking at, he shut the door and went downstairs. My mate was sitting on the bed with the duvet wrapped around him. He was mortified that his Dad had just caught us wanking each other...
I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus to school when a guy sat next to me, introduced himself as Troy. I was too shy to do anything but smile and respond with "I'm Lauren." I looked over at him, his black hair fell down almost covering his bright green eyes. My eyes began to wander down his body, amazed at his smooth muscular physique, a tight beater streched across his pecs.. and his arms, they were huge! I couldn't stop thinking what it would be like to be in his arms. My eyes...
I was living with this guy named Brandon we have been roommates for about 6 months now, Brandon was just over 6 feet very muscular and extremely good looking. I had no idea that he was gay until one afternoon I came home early and heard loud moaning coming from his bedroom his door was cracked open. I peeked in expecting to see him fucking a girl but to my surprise it was another guy I watched for a few minutes and then left, I got in my car and all I could think of was how I wished that was...
I chased a girl for two years only to discover that her tastes were exactly like mine: We were both crazy about girls. -- Groucho Marx Mike was watering his front lawn on a warm lazy Saturday morning when a U-Haul truck pulled up two doors down the street. A young couple got out and started moving boxes into the house. He watched for a few minute thinking to himself, I'm as lazy as any guy on a warm lazy Saturday. I should mind my own business. But the spirit of neighborliness overcame...
4M e and Sara was having a date night. A nice dinner a bottle of wine and a hot tub. It was starting to get late and Sara had me open another bottle. It didn't take long til it turned personal. I asked her what her first sexual experience was. She said I really don't want to answer. After a little more prodding she gave in and said ok Ill tell you. She started by saying remember when I told you I went a all girl private school in Vermont. I said yeah as I pour another glass of wine for us. She...
February 8 The plan was for Katie and me to add some anal play to our repertoire today. Katie had me shower with her, even though I had just had a shower twenty minutes before I went over to her house. Just like when she and I were first going to have oral sex, she was afraid she was going to taste something unpleasant, or I would, which would be mortifying. I just shrugged and went along with it. Showering with a sexy girl is a lot of fun, even if you don’t really need to get clean. Who...
I met J through an internet gay site. We had been emailing back and forth there for a few weeks. Finally, circumstances arose on an afternoon last week whereby we could meet in person. The coffee shop was crowded so we went to sit in his truck.The conversation turned to sex pretty fast owing to each of us being horny and deprived of sex in our lack-of-sex marriages.Our horny talk soon had boners rising in each of our pants. We sat in the front seat and groped each other for a few minutes....
I was disappointed to learn that due to my allergic reactions to several drugs, Viagra wasn't for me. So, off I went to the local adult novelty store to buy a "helper"; a nice vibrating and thrusting cock about 10 inches long and thick with rope-like veins running up and down the shaft and a head the size of a plum. It was a hell of a lot bigger than my little 5 1/2 inches; more like the football player's dick in "The Replacements". Ann was going to be very surprised with our new friend...
Day 3 of coast to coast drive. Getting late and it's time to think about pulling up at a motel for the night. In the dimming light of the day I see a woman. She's thumbing for a ride? Gotta be k**ding. Who does that anymore besides career hobos. I slow as I near her and take a closer look. She's got an expression that says "I'm sick of doing this and please give me a ride, but you'll probably not". I never do this, but looks like shes had a day, so I stop just beyond her. Oh boy, she looks too...
The Visit: Part IIThe crisp late night breeze flowing from my open window seemed like a gentle caress all over my body as I laid on my bed, running my eager little hands over my breast and my hardened nipples. Soon, my hands became blury as I visualized Liam's mouth closing on my nipple. Moaning softly, so I wouldn't wake anybody up in the house, I placed my pillow over my face as I opened my legs some, squeezing my breast with my left hand. My other hand strayed down toward my moist little...
Chapter Sixteen – Retaliation “The High Council wants to see us?” Mark asked, following Charlie down a hallway. “That’s what I was told.” “Wow… any idea what they want?” Charlie shrugged. “Probably about this Browning situation. We’ll know soon enough.” The two men entered the Council Chambers, finding the room darkened as usual, save for the single spotlight in the middle. They stepped into the light and were soon surrounded by the four members of the Council, who stood just beyond...
Maspalomas, Gran Canaria. My little sister looked at me, 'Why there', she asked, intrigued more by the fact she did not know where it was, so I pointed it out on the map, before elucidating more on its main attraction.'Our Mummy is an extreme exhibitionist'. I tailed off wanting the word to sink into her inner self, my sisters eyes widened as I continued, 'you will be paraded for old men to wank off to', and having given my short graphic synopsis, the still all too fresh memories of last year's...
I recently joined a bicycle club where I net up with somesingles and married men and women. One of the women was veryfriendly and flirty during a recent ride. I found out fromthe club leader that she was recently divorced and has ahabit of hitting on the single guys in the club.I told him I wasn't interested in her even though shehas an awesome tight petite body but I prefer my ladies tohave some meat on their bones.After one of the more intense and longer rides, I was tiredand sore when we got...
I was leaving school for the day and realized that i forgotten my pen case. I searched my locker and my last period classroom. The I remembered that I had it at gym and placed it in my satchel. I raced back to the gym and found the doors chained for the night, I started to turn away when I got this crazy ideal as to how I could get in. I placed my books behind the radiator and squeezed through the double doors and chain. Once inside i made my way quickly to the back of the gym and down the...
We drove around town later, Emma pointing out significant points of interest, such as the football coach's house, a few other homes occupied by her cheerleader friends, and the two manufacturing factories, one of which her late father had been vice president. She even took me to the county park down by the river where, she said, all the kids go on dates. "I thought you weren't allowed to date yet." "I'm not, but we talk at school during lunch. You'd be really surprised what some...
Then it was my turn. He laid on his back, his cock limp which worried me. I thought he would be all hard and excited. But that made it a challenge. I started using my tongue, slowly going up and down his shaft, with my hand stroking his balls, licking and feeling him getting hard in my mouth, little by little. We had tried to meet for awhile, something always happened. His schedule or mine. At last, we had a chance to meet. He left his car in a parking lot and we drove in my car to his friend's...
AffairWhen we got out of the elevator on the fifth floor, the corridor was more of an avenue, very wide and well-decorated. “Are all hotel corridors like this?” I asked. “It seems very plush.” “No,” replied Joanna. “This is far better than I’d expect for a prom package.” Our room was the first in the corridor. “Uh oh,” I warned, as I inserted the room key-card. “Murder central.” “Isn’t that the room next to the stairwell?” asked Joanna as the door clicked open. I was impressed that she knew a...
Now, you may well be thinking that my Anglo-Saxon is pretty fluent, but to be honest it isn't that good, but if I were to write in all the stutterings, ums, ahs, and corrections you'd find it hard to follow. And then there are the words themselves, I mean, I don't know whether they had bathrooms in Saxon times, but I suspect not, so when I write "bathroom" I am really saying "The place where you wash yourself" and when I wrote that we would go "shopping" what I actually said was that...
We were having supper with all the road guys two weeks later, and this time it included John's younger brother, Calvin. Following his brother, this young man was only twenty-two and had joined the Army on his 18th birthday. He had not fared well in the infantry, since he had twice suffered minor wounds on the front lines, so Calvin felt he was going to be better off as a civilian. Calvin had arrived here just hours before. He had visited with his folks after his separation from the Army...
I was awakened early —farmer’s daughter, got-to-milk-the-cows early— and she wouldn’t tell me why. She just sent me off to my own place, told to shower, shave and pull the car around.She had me headed west toward the college. I rarely went that way except when I had a craving for deep fried country chicken as there was a great place near the college. There was also fairly well stocked used book store to spend a few hours sorting through all the garbage they make k**s read today to find the...
Your birthday is finally here. I've spent the whole day cleaning the house and getting ready for tonight. As time for you to come home draws near I become more and more excited. Soon I begin to prepare for your return. I go to the dresser, pulling out everything I'll need. I grab the blind fold, hand cuffs, ball gag, and the black leather whip with five long tongues. I take it all to the foot of the bed and, checking the time, I lay things out, getting more excited. With five minutes until you...
BDSMAs I said, I was preparing for a US trip for about 5 days before this last encounter with Mandy. Well something happened on the plane coming home which I would like to share as it is sort of related. As is obvious by now, I have been writing about my adventures with Mandy. Well I wrote quite a lot of it during my US trip. So it was an overnight flight back from the US, I was sitting in the window seat of a row of three with a couple next to me. I am not sure of the ages, but I’d guess 40...
Angel's Tale: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 14 The ringing phone woke her up. At first, Angel didn't remember where she was. Wherever it was, it was fancy and comfortable. The spa. She answered the phone. "H'lo?" "This is your wake up call, Miss O'Connor. I am to remind you that you have school this morning. Would you like anything specific for breakfast?" "Uh..." "Shall we just prepare something from your usual preferences?" "Ok." "Your...
Jamie sat in silence, as she and Noah drove home. As much as he wanted to press the issue, Noah knew that Jamie would talk to him when she was good and ready. After what she found out tonight, he knew that just a little time would be good, so it all settled in. "I miss them." Jamie said, and Noah glanced at her. "Miss who?" He asked. "My parents. I kind of miss seeing them. At least I know I can call them and they won't disown me." She said, and Noah nodded. "I mean, who gives up on...