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DAMAGED GOODS

By Velvetglove

Copyright and Disclaimer

‘Damaged Goods’ is an original work of fiction. Neither events nor characters portrayed are based in reality. Any resemblance with actual persons is entirely coincidental. This is the final part of the trilogy including ‘Used Goods’ and ‘Soiled Goods’.

WARNING: like its predecessors, this story contains gratuitous violence. Please do not read any further if imaginary cruelty offends or provokes you. The author utterly condemns such behaviour in real life. Story Codes are: M/f, non-consensual, heavy, humiliation, S/M. Copyright is asserted by the author and no reposting to other sites or commercial use whatsoever is authorised.

DAMAGED GOODS

Me and you we’re not for everyone

Me and you we’re damaged goods.

We’re antique and unacceptable

And just misunderstood.

From ‘Freaks in Love’

Bernie Taupin & Elton John

We have nothing to fear, but fear itself.

Well, kind of.

I watched her on the treadmill. It was mid-morning and the gym was quiet. In all, about ten of us were working the machines, wiping ourselves with towels, sipping water from paper cups, the place humming with that distinctive ‘oil and sweat’ aroma that only fitness centres have.

Only guys like me who work night shifts, and a few housewives or students, tend to pump iron at this time of day. Plus those doing physiotherapy who are recovering from some injury or trauma.

Her ordeal had been in the press. She’d been brave, going public to try and help the police catch the perp. And now she was being equally courageous attempting to rebuild her body and spirit while people like me studied her furtively, whispering, nudging each other, or even just imagining.

Of course, it’s impossible for an ordinary person to conceive. Unimaginable. The press had provided the basic details and rumour had supplied the rest. She’d been assaulted, that much was known. In her own home. Undoubtedly raped, and forced to commit lewd sex acts. The word in the gym was those acts included being made to blow the guy and to have anal sex with him, although that was never confirmed or denied officially. Other tittle-tattle circulated as well, like he was supposed to have marked her permanently in some way. Someone even told me he put ‘damaged’ on her, although nothing was visible as she pounded on the treadmill in her tracksuit that morning.

They haven’t caught the guy. It’s been a year now. More. The enquiry’s gone cold, so many other crimes have been committed since, the police and public have moved on. They’re not even sure whether it was the so-called ‘Cereal’ guy or not. That’s the thing that probably gnaws at her the most, I should think. First the event itself, and a flurry of sympathy, support, outrage and determination, but then the gradual drip-drip of resignation, disinterest, everyone else moving on with their lives. And the sense of injustice that the perp’s still out there. Laughing.

I sat outside in the sun, chuckling at something the waitress said when she brought my latte and Danish. The woman from the treadmill was at another table, wearing shades, baggy clothes, trying to read the newspaper. She was plucky, no doubt. The chitchat was that she’d been blindfolded throughout, so she didn’t have a clue what the guy looked like. Heck, he could even have been sitting right here with us at that moment, for all she or I knew. Damaged or not, you had to admire the spirit left in her.

A few mornings later, I was on the rowing machine and I saw her again. Her eyes looked very dark rimmed. She didn’t look good. But she was still out here exercising. Good on her. It was only later in the male changing room some guy told me he’d heard that somebody said she had recently received an anonymous envelope of photos of her ordeal, pushed through her mailbox. That must have freaked her out, I should think. I mean, not even mailed, but fucking hand-delivered ! I wonder if there were any fingerprints ? I doubt it, I’m afraid. This perp sounds pretty cute.

She was certainly cute. Or had been. In a trouser-suited, all-business kind of way. Expensive haircut, fake tan, pearls and Cartier watch. The main photo the papers had printed showed a face that oozed arrogance and toughness in equal measure; blue eyes, black hair, chiselled cheekbones, firm stare. She worked at one of the big auction houses, selling antiques to rich people with more money than sense. Even now, she had an air about her, although the sharp clothes had been replaced by baggy sweats and her hair was greasy and scrunched in a clip. I’d heard she was now back working part-time.

To be honest, I’d never been back to do anybody a second time. I kind of always felt that two visits from me would be like two appointments with the grim reaper. Overkill. My little encores of reminders were enough. I started by sending them to people in the mail from obscure little places, say when the wife and I took our two kids on a road trip. Then I used to make it more personal, by hand delivering, so they’d know I was still around. Once, memorably, I followed an ex-victim round a store and slipped a souvenir right into her shopping bag while she paid. But I’d never once been tempted to have a proper reunion.

Until now.

Naturally, I was careful. I always am, but I took double precautions. Triple. I spent weeks doing my research, checking that she no longer had any surveillance support, special alarms, anything extra. And she didn’t. That was the thing that drew her to me. She was so fucking determined to be normal again. Undamaged. I admired her, truly I did.

Which is why I did what I did, when I did.

Only a few days before I planned for us to meet up again, she started dating. Another sign of returning normality. I first spotted the guy when he joined her during our usual latte together outside the gym. We were each sat at our separate tables, her reading the paper, me flirting with the waitress. And suddenly this guy shows up. Nice enough looking, a sort of Travolta aged 30. But more like a younger, pulp fiction Travolta, not the Saturday Night Fever version. Anyway, there was something about the dude I didn’t like. Pissed me off, the way he sat down at her table and put his hand on hers. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t take her hand away either.

A couple of evenings later, I followed them to the movie theatre. Some romantic comedy shit. Now, any guy who takes a chick to that type of flick is up to something. I didn’t trust him one bit. I had to actually work my shift that night, so I didn’t see them leave the theatre, but when I swung by her place at 3 a.m., there were no strange cars parked outside. I could feel it in my bones through, like gathering menace. It was only a matter of time.

So I pulled a sick one the following night and, having stopped in a quiet spot to put on my makeup and beard, I made my way to her small but expensive house around midnight. She owned a red BMW roadster and there was now a Toyota alongside it. I shimmied to my usual spot where I had a good view of her living room through the window. At first, I thought they had to have moved to her bedroom already, but then I spied movement and saw they were lying on the sofa, still dressed. He was on top, kissing her, and she was wriggling. It didn’t look good.

?Mmm ? come on.? his voice murmured, urgently.

?Nmm ? no ? please ...? hers replied. She sounded desperate.

I was snooping on tiny headphones via my top-of-the-range listening probe. The lamps in her room provided a clear picture of what was happening.

?Come on, damn you !? The guy insisted, pressing his lips to her mouth.

He was fucking raping her !

Not yet, but forcing her. Date rape.

I was livid.

How dare he ?

The bullet blew his head back. Bits of lanky black hair and red gunk splattered the white wall behind. I don’t do snuff, but a painless execution is acceptable for a sufficiently evil villain, in my book.

She screamed, completely traumatised. All those months of recovery now wasted. The bullet had shattered through the window and missed her head by inches. It’s at times like this I give silent thanks for my expert training. Within seconds, lights were going on in the neighbourhood. I heard shouts, screams. I took a final look at her blood-flecked, shrieking face as she lay with his virtually headless corpse on top of her and silently made my getaway. Within 60 seconds I heard sirens and saw flashing blue lights approaching.

*** *** ***

Every hit I ever made was carefully researched and well planned. Until that night. But in order to get off the streets that were filling with police cars and good citizens coming out of their front doors, I had to nip down a side alley not more than half a mile away. It was a similar house and the hall light was on. Out of the darkness I peered through the front room window. Two faces glowed red and green in the light of the TV they were watching, unaware of the commotion outside. I knew I had an hour or so to kill.

Their names were John and Susan. Married, one kid. A baby girl asleep upstairs. They’d been watching a horror movie. How appropriate ! Kids are useful because they can be used as threats. Women don’t tend to try anything heroic when something even more precious than their own cunt is in the house. It was a night of exceptions. Instead of the kitchen, I chose their bedroom. We closed up downstairs and switched off the lights.

I tied up John on his own bedside chair, using my favourite steel twine, so it dug tight into his ankles, wrists, stomach, and throat. Then I silenced him with a red-ball strap gag I carry in my travel bag for occasions like this. I didn’t blindfold him though. I had come out that evening fully disguised and I didn’t give a shit about being seen. Heck, I wanted him to watch. There was just one bedside lamp on, giving the room a nice warm glow.

Susan wasn’t as beautiful as my original target. But she was acceptable as a last minute substitute; 5’ 6?, E-cup, 31 years old, are the key stats. She was a honey blonde with wavy curls and golden eyes a bit like a ginger cat’s. She was still breastfeeding and her tits were swollen and veined. She was clearly terrified and kept gasping that she’d do anything so long as I didn’t hurt the baby. Plainly, not much of a negotiator, our Susan.

I sat on her face. It’s not something I do much, unless the husband or boyfriend is there. There’s something wonderfully erotic about treating some guy’s darling in such an offhand manner. Some men can eventually kind of get over witnessing their woman being fucked or whatever in their presence. But no male worth the name ever stops reliving the moment his wife’s tongue was buried up another guy’s poop chute. I smiled at John through my beard and moustache. I was wearing strong glasses too and I must have looked much uglier than I really am. He was bursting in his gag, full cheeked and eyes popping. Blood smeared his neck and wrists due to the twine tearing his skin. I winked and passed wind loudly, a real trombone solo, rich with the tang of cheeseburger.

Susan had a lot to learn about giving head. She moved her jaws too frantically and sucked too hard. I had to keep slapping her face and issuing orders. I told John he’d done a shit job training her for me. Talking of shit jobs, I then flipped her over and brutally took her anal virginity, an act John had patently omitted to carry out himself. I used a condom and decided to dump my load in the rubber up her rectum. She didn’t want to, but she swallowed the bulging condom afterwards to save her precious family.

It was time now for a permanent reminder. I had my branding iron and tattoo pen in my travel bag, as well as piercing gun, electric razor and scalpels. She sobbed and begged as I marched her through to their bathroom. She kept pleading, offering anything, thinking I was going to kill her. I made the mistake of flipping on the bathroom light for thirty seconds to see whether there were any useful bathroom items in the cabinet. There’s something more hurtful about using a person’s own possessions against them.

Her nipples were like cranberries. One looked sore. I pulled out my piercing gun and a pair of large hoops. They wouldn’t be permanent but they’d make for an amusing photo. I had a smaller pair for her cunt lips.

?Come here.? I gestured, wiping fake hair from my mouth. I was sat on the toilet seat and she was shivering naked in front of me. The light from streetlamps outside would be sufficient to work by.

?Please ??

?No pleases. You should be grateful. This is only temporary.?

She stared at the steel gun, then at her nipples. ?No ??

I seized her wrist.

And at that moment, I saw flashing blue lights through the bathroom window. Three sets blinking in the darkness. A red dot appeared on my chest, then a second in my eyes. My travel bag was on the tiled floor, just out of reach.

?Freeze !? a deep voice boomed through a megaphone. I heard rotor blades hovering overhead. ?Don’t move.?

There was a huge crash as the front door was rammed in.

*** *** ***

I got life.

Unsurprisingly. Several consecutive life sentences in fact.

All because I switched on a bathroom light for a moment and a nosey neighbour who was walking home glanced upwards.

So now I’m in the highest security prison in the land, in the most secure wing, in my own cell. It is 12 x 12 feet, windowless concrete. Solitary.

I’m kept apart for my own protection, they said. But I think we all know better than that !

I have a TV with religious channels and a PC with the slowest broadband left in the western world. Surf control keeps me on the straight and narrow, so I can’t even read my own stories.

But my son visits me. Once a month. My wife and daughter want nothing to do with me I’m afraid. I’m just misunderstood but they think I’m a freak, and I guess I can’t really blame them.

My son is a typical teenager. A bit of a geek, shy with girls, always spanking the monkey up in his bedroom. He’s good with computers and he loves this website. So, when he visits me, he slips me a disc and I sit at the PC at night and tap out what I remember of my adventures.

He smuggles the disc home and emails my words to this author guy who tidies up the spelling and grammar for me. My son says they polish up pretty good. Used. Soiled. Damaged.

Sadly the warders found out about the last disc and so they came in and fucked with my machine. Smashed the keys and box beyond repair.

One of them even thought it was funny to write ?Damaged Goods? across the screen in black marker pen.

Funny guy, huh ?

Until he turns his back.

THE END

I have started a blog at the following address. http://velvetramblings.blogspot.com

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After my first date with hot Daddy Mike, I knew I wanted him to fuck me with his thick cock, which was weird because the only other time I had been fucked, it was not a pleasant experience and one I tried hard to forget. (Let’s just say it wasn’t my idea.) But all I could think about was how much I wanted that cock inside me, even if that idea scared me to the very core. I started out playing with my butthole in the shower, slowly learning to ease a finger inside. It was awkward at first but I...

3 years ago
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Oh Daddy your dick tastes so good

"How many times have I told you, Dani, curfew is at midnight!" Terry yelled as he caught his daughter stealthily creeping through the back door at 3 am... again."Jesus dad, I'm 18, I think I'm old enough to decide how late I can stay out!""Listen to that attitude. What's been getting into you lately? First dressing in all those slutty clothes, then swearing at your mother, and now this! I would say you're grounded, but that hasn't been deterring you at all!"Dani rolled her eyes. "Look, dad, do...

3 years ago
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Dog Gone Good

Author's Note: First of all, this entire story is a work of fiction, and is the product of my warped and somewhat-perverted mind. Nevertheless, I have to confess that there are parts of this story that are based on things that I have seen and experienced in real life. This x-rated site features quite a few bestiality stories. And they seem to be very popular, judging from their ratings. The vast majority of those bestiality stories tend to involve our beloved canine companions. And they...

3 years ago
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Too Good

She was thinking of Marco again.Nike sighed. Leaning forward in her seat, she tried to engage in the buzzing restaurant table conversation but her mind kept wandering. She felt restless and exhausted all at once. She hadn’t slept properly for weeks; suffering from the kind of insomnia she’d usually get during the first few days of a vacation. But she wasn’t on vacation. Not anymore. Monaco had been almost a month ago but if she closed her eyes, it felt like she was right there, right in the...

Reluctance
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The incident that changed my life for the good

In high school, I had only had sex with 2 girls. The first was because I heard she was "easy". As it turned out, she was. I fucked her on the first date. There was a big problem tho, or should I say, a small problem. My dick is small. At best it is 5 inches. This girl liked to fuck and I know I wasn't taking care of her. I found out she was fucking others when we were suppose to be dating. This affair didn't last long. I couldn't take care of her sexually. My second girl was not fucking...

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Hot Bottoms at Middlesex High The Principal Gets it Good

Bonnie Anderson, the very sexy principal of Middlesex High needed a good fucking now. She had just burned the skin off her 25-year old science teacher’s cute ass. Taking Dave Smith over her 41-year old lap was very thrilling, and his screams and pleas for mercy turned her on. At one point, with his red ass bucking and rolling, combined with his “Please Miss Anderson, stop spanking me so hard,” she almost shot a hot load into her panties. They were wet enough, just from fondling those firm red...

Spanking
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JLA The Greater Good

JLA: THE GREATER GOOD by BobH (c) 2014 When Green Lantern Hal Jordan is transformed into a woman it leads to surprising revelations about his teammates, but what dark secret lies behind them? A tale of the LGBT Justice League of America. ****************** All characters herein are owned by DC Comics. ****************** Note: This story is set after FICTIONS, the first of the LGBT JLA tales, and contains spoilers for that one. If you haven't already, you should...

3 years ago
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Up to No Good

"Connor! Connor!" My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning. "That's just brilliant Mom! I'm going to be late to first period again and will probably get detention, thanks to slow poke Connor." My mom frowned and set down Connors bowl filled with...

1 year ago
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Home coming has never been so good

100% fiction! My name is Steven. I have been living in my own crappy apartment for the past eight years. Ever since I turned eighteen. Now it's my little sister's birthday and I am flying over from Canada to L.A. to go and see her on her very special day. I went from job to job for the better of the last six years, I finally caught my break two years ago when I applied for a job as a computer repair man, I've always been good at working on computers and now I finally found my calling and I'm...

Incest
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Wait it feels good

Dylan walked into his room, locking the door behind him. He knew what he needed after a hard day at school. As usual he turned the TV on, and walked to his chair, where he pulled his laptop over to his lap, whipped out his semi-large dick, and began to stroke lightly as he opened up a video of an eighteen year old girl, who grabbed a light pink colored vibrator, which she used to pleasure herself while making slight moans and groans. *Knock Knock Knock* "Hey Dylan! You in there?" "Uh,...

3 years ago
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Wait it feels good

Introduction: Dylan walked into his room. This is my first story on here, so please leave all the criticism you want, I can take it. Dylan walked into his room, locking the door behind him. He knew what he needed after a hard day at school. As usual he turned the TV on, and walked to his chair, where he pulled his laptop over to his lap, whipped out his semi-large dick, and began to stroke lightly as he opened up a video of an eighteen year old girl, who grabbed a light pink colored vibrator,...

3 years ago
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Please Spank Me Ive Been Good

"Master, may I ask you something?" she asked one morning as we sat eating breakfast. "What is it, pet?" I asked as I sat My fork down. Whenever My girl starts a sentence with, 'May I ask you something?' it's cause for My complete attention. "Well, Master today is Friday... and if we don't have anything planned for this weekend..." she said faltering. "What is it you want to ask, pet. Be quick about it - I have to get to work," I said. "I'm sorry Master. I was just wondering if you would spank...

Spanking
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The Lady Gammons Herself Good

The Lady Gammons Herself Good by Ashley B. D. Zacharias?I’ve been playing a lot of backgammon on the Internet lately and it’s become boring.? Leslie raised an eyebrow. ?The time has come to spice it up a little. Again.? ?So you want me to spot you again?? Craig asked. ?If you wouldn’t mind,? Leslie replied, feeling herself blush as she remembered the last time he had helped her ?spice up the game.? She lowered her gaze. ?I don’t mind.? He sipped his coffee, then added, ?Same setup as last...

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Everythings Good

Everything's Good. By TOXIS  I knew it was going to be bad when two of the three detectives turned away from me when I walked in.?? There was a television in the corner rolling static on the screen.?? The one detective who would look at me asked me to sit.?? I took the chair at the head of the table away from the TV.?? Only the one sat down with me.?Look, I?m sorry to have to say this but we need you to watch a video tape we just got.??? His name tag said ?Ellison? and there was...

3 years ago
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A WellLived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 18 For My Own Good

October, 1981, Milford, Ohio “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “Oh no, you don’t! It’s not about what I want, it’s about what you want. And you have to be sure that what you say and what you do line up with what you want. Telling Kara you’ll get engaged to her next Summer but starting a relationship with a new girl in Chicago is hardly consistent! I’d say that qualifies as ‘misbehaving’ by any reasonable standard, AND so was sleeping with Elyse.” “OK, let me rephrase that. What’s your...

3 years ago
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Revenge It feels so good

Jeffrey was having one of those days, the kind of day where it would have been better to roll over and go back to sleep rather then get up and go to work.Work was not going well for Jeffrey, but neither was most of the rest of his life. He had been working for the company for 15 years, but his position was pretty much stagnant. Jeffrey was good at what he did, one of the best in a very technical field, but management rewarded salesmanship and Jeff wasn't interested in that, and, consequently,...

2 years ago
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Watching My Wife Getting It Good

My wife and I first met when in our forties, so we both had a lot of experience and could be honest with each other without negative results. I let her know early on that I was quite liberal when it came to sex. I'm bisexual, have had group sex and I like to wear women's clothing and makeup. She, (Jo), had done much of the same. So we hit it off good. Although she wasn't into having sex with woman anymore.Soon we were looking online for the right guy to have fun with. We found Alan who was...

Group Sex
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So Forbidden But Oh So Good

The day was warm and not too hot. Her husband was out of town and she was alone in the house because her step-daughter and a friend of hers had gone to the mall. Helen loved the peace and quiet time she had alone. It didn’t happen often and with a job as a kindergarten teacher, her days were full of screams and noises. She began to drift off when she heard the entrance door open and loud voices followed by laughter. Helen sighed, her daughter was home. Two seconds later she heard her voice,...

1 year ago
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Sometimes Good

His hands were cold when they touched her arm, almost like hard ice. She wasn’t scared, she loved him. Shivering she reached for a hug. The embrace was hard, but it was also at the same time soft. She liked being in his arms, she liked knowing where he was. “Baby, will you help me with my bags?” he asked sweetly. “Of course,” she said with sadness in her voice. She took the bags from his hands, and he took her arm, stopping her. “Of course, what?” he asked sternly with aggravation in his voice....

Fetish
2 years ago
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Sleepovers are good

Hazel knew about sex. However, she wasn’t interested in it. She knew that many people, including her best friend, had been fingered, and had seen all the disgusting porn films her brother had kept ‘secret’ in his cupboard. It just didn’t seem interesting to her. To her, sex was for making babies. Nothing more, nothing less. Her best friend, Emily, disagreed, however. She had made it her mission to get Hazel a boyfriend and for her to enjoy the sexual events that would...

2 years ago
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Sleepovers are good

Introduction: Two 15 year olds get a bit closer during a sleepover… Secondary School. England. Winter. This was exactly what Hazel wanted at the moment. She didnt like the summers that much. She had to wear skirts during summer, and with a body like hers, skirts were more dangerous than useful. Her rear end was heart-shaped and perfectly sized for her slim, athletic, 5 foot 8 body. At 15, she didnt have the largest breasts, but, at a healthy 34B, she certainly could flaunt them if needed....

2 years ago
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So Forbidden But Oh So Good

Helen Spur lay on her sunbed reading a book. Next to her stood a table with a glass of Ice-Tea and a plate with cookies. She picked one up and bit into it. Some crumbs fell on her chest and she brushed them off. When she had finished the cookie she drank from the glass and then closed her eyes.The day was warm and not too hot. Her husband was out of town and she was alone in the house because her step-daughter and a friend of hers had gone to the mall. Helen loved the peace and quiet time she...

Taboo
2 years ago
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Makeover Gone GoodReal Good

Here is another story that I have decided to write. If anyone has any suggestions that I should write about, please feel free to send them to me and I will make sure to mention you as a way of saying thank you. Enjoy!! Talk about getting picked on all of the time. That is how Jamie Willis felt every day that he went to school. Jamie was an average guy who was not bad looking at all, his crystal blue eyes made him stand out but he was more wrapped up in his studies and playing Halo 2 online than...

Straight Sex
3 years ago
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For the Greater Good

'That doesn't look good.' Words could not disguise the bitterness so prevalent in the tone. Joshua paused in the task of digging a firing position and looked up in the direction of the speakers gaze. A bright sun looked as though it was crashing towards the planets surface. Only it wasn't a sun, it wasn't crashing and even worse, it wasn't one of theirs. The Damocles crusade had appeared to be going so well. A tough slog Joshua admitted in the dark of his mind, but one that at least...

2 years ago
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Life Is Good

My eyes popped open as my wife pulled her mouth completely off of my penis. I had just licked and fingered her to orgasm and I was taking my turn at being the passive partner. Don't get me wrong, we like sixty-nining. I love having her mouth slide up and down my penis, while my mouth is full of her pussy and I'm teasing her asshole with my nose. It's just that, sometimes, you can do a better job of pleasuring your mate when you're not being distracted. She had stopped so she could list...

2 years ago
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Humiliation Turned Good

Humiliation Turned Good How humiliating! There I was standing in line in the cafeteria, holding my tray, and waiting for the Cafeteria Lady to put the food on my plate. She had the standard hair net, the white coat that covered everything up and she was pretty too. I knew that I had an erection and I knew that I could cover it if I held the tray just right. Then it happened, I was totally absorbed in the pretty Cafeteria Lady when I felt something being pulled down over my head....

1 year ago
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short and good

That's a good story, but anyway. Met some guys at work, we went to a tittie bar, good time, everyone's horny. I'm driving and I say, " Let's go to my house, and get some head from the wife". Try to set her up with this younger white dude. Anyway, she was willing, but he wanted to get to know her better before he let her suck he's dick. What a loser! He found out a week later he missed out. The next evening 1 of the guys that was there, knocked on the door. I guess I was drunk the...

4 years ago
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Sisters make good

......................................................................................................... I was 14 when I was enticed by the 18yo daughter of a family friend to expose my cock and let her masturbate me. She got me to cum and then laughed at me for being a dude and letting her do it to me – she had offered to undress and show me her tits and cunt with hair around it. She did none of them and walked away laughing. She had a 14yo sister too but she would have nothing to do...

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