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SOILED GOODS

By Velvetglove

Copyright and Disclaimer

‘Soiled Goods’ is an original work of fiction and neither events nor characters portrayed are based in reality. Any resemblance with actual persons is entirely coincidental. This is the sequel to a story entitled ‘Used Goods’.

WARNING: like its predecessor, this story is nastier and less tongue-in-cheek than my usual fiction. It 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, enema, modification. Copyright is asserted by the author and no reposting to other sites or commercial use whatsoever is authorised.

SOILED GOODS

Sometimes

The milk can hurt you

if you put it on your cereal

before you smell the plastic container

From ‘Dangerous Kitchen’

Frank Zappa, 1983

?Yes, I’m back !?

I thrust the red and black lace lingerie towards the snooty store manager. ?I’ve returned to complain. Look, they’re soiled ! You ruined my fucking wedding anniversary.?

She looked at me in that infuriating, supercilious manner that some retail staff have, over her trendy specs and down the end of her pert button nose. You know the type. I bet we’ve all come up against the ‘my-shit-doesn’t-smell salesperson’ at some time or another.

?I’m sorry Sir, that’s impossible. We check every item we sell.?

I won’t bore you with the whole argument. I’d visited this store 72 hours earlier to buy a nice set of racy knickers and bra for my wife. Not some dirty PVC slut-wear, but classy top-of-the-range stuff. The kind of kit women actually like for themselves, not just to please their man.

Anyway, the store manager handed them to me in a cute box, I paid her in cash, and a couple of evenings later I proudly gave my gift to the missus for our 15th wedding anniversary.

I remembered the smile the manager gave as I walked out the shop.

She was smiling again now, the strobe lights glinting off her chic, brunette fringe. She was too vain to wear her glasses while out clubbing. Her hips swayed to the music as she danced, wearing a sparkly, clinging top and tight denim jeans. I sat quietly at the bar, nursing my drink and my grievance. I was still mightily pissed, although a whole six months had passed since my anniversary. I probably should have calmed down a bit but you know me. I don’t do ‘calm’. I could still remember my poor wife’s disappointed face when she took her present out of the box. But it had been important to let a few months go by, so that nobody would remember ‘that angry male customer’ once the detectives came asking questions. Anyway, it was time I could use, doing my research, working up a few ideas.

The woman’s red top left nothing about her perky little tits to the imagination. I’m a jugs man myself. I like them big and bouncy but I can’t deny that cute ones suit a certain sort of woman. And the legs were special. Long, lithe and rhythmic, her midnight blue jeans showed them off perfectly.

The club was heaving with loads of twenty-somethings, all out for a good time celebrating the start of the weekend. T G I Fuckday. The atmosphere was a happy blend of pumping music, pumped bodies and pampered faces, all smiling, shouting, singing, drinking, flirting. Nobody paid me much attention. As usual, I was just one of the older, unattached losers hanging at the bar that particular Friday night, hoping to score a hot young chick. Most of us had unkempt hair, even beards, and not a chance in hell. Only difference between me and the other guys was, I really was going to carve another notch in my leather belt that night.

She was dancing with three other women. A gaggle of bitches nearing their use-by-date, all around the 30-mark. They’d frontloaded a couple of margaritas and chicken wings in a booth before hitting the dance floor, eyeing up the male talent, but clearly considering themselves too good for the poor fucks who did actually make a move in their direction. Typical. I’d been watching them on and off for several months and I’d only ever seen one of them leave draped round a guy at the end of the night.

It was after 1 a.m., when I detected signs their outing was breaking up. As usual, my bossy target was the one who got her cell phone out to call a cab. I watched until they tipped out of the club, tottering on their heels in the rain, and then I climbed into my own car and drove off in the other direction. On the way, I jettisoned a plastic bag containing my wig, beard and a rock out of the car window, over the parapet and into the deep black river below.

It took me 45 seconds to break into her apartment. I had timed their cab journey on six previous occasions. She was the last stop of the four. It took between 27 and 32 minutes. I wandered from room to room. It was a typical single girl’s studio; tiny hall, decent-sized living room with an integral kitchen at one end of it, a small bedroom, separate bathroom. Carpeted, thick-walled, hushed. I pointed my torch at the framed photos and other memories pinned onto a notice board. A lifetime of snaps from baby steps to high school, vacation shots to posed groups, a few alone, most with friends. Then I put my silicone Frank Zappa mask over my head and quietly hummed one of his songs.

Where the cream is all clabbered

And the salad is frightful

Your return in the evening

Can be less than delightful.

I stood in the dark behind the door and heard footsteps, then a key turning. For a couple of seconds her wide brown eyes stared up at me in shock as I enveloped her nostrils in the drug soaked cloth. I slowly let her slide to the floor. That was the last time I planned to be gentle with her.

She was out for 15 minutes. I’d already arranged her bench seat in the kitchen. It was modern design, made of sturdy plastic, long enough for three people to sit on side by side. I removed my mask, laid her along the bench and quickly undressed her; jacket, sparkly top, boots, socks, tight jeans, bra and thong. I didn’t even pause to evaluate her nakedness. I lashed her ankles and wrists to the legs of the bench, before securing her bare waist, ribs, and throat all down with razor wire. Thin red lines of fresh blood appeared where the tight steel floss cut into her skin.

Next came the steel spider gag. I pushed it into position between her lips, gums and teeth, and tightened the strap behind her head. It was a ferocious spring-loaded, ratchet type of gag, with a widest setting of 3 ? inches. Fucking huge ! I cranked it up until her slack, unconscious jaws wouldn’t open further. Finally I eased her head up and slipped a half-hood over it. I’d made the black leather hood myself. It covered her hair and eyes but left her nose, mouth and jaw fully exposed.

I was bursting for a piss. I’d only had a couple of beers at the club to stay sober, and after them I’d stuck to fruit juice. Fortunately, she was gradually coming round. I pegged her annoying button nose with a serrated steel peg and attached a special steel funnel to the gag. My DNA would be kept from splashing the scene. I held her hooded head still and unzipped my fly, then directed the tip of my dick into the top of the deep funnel. It worked like ammonia smelling salts, soon shocking her back to life. My golden piss frothed and bubbled and backed up. She tried to move. The exposed half of her face creased in pain. Little red blobs oozed from the wire cutting into her neck and wrists as she wriggled. I watched her throat swallowing, gulping, trying to breathe, choking. My piss gurgled up back into the funnel. She twisted her head slightly to the left and right but not enough to cause any spillage. Eventually, sadly, my bladder was empty. It took another minute before the steel urinal had drained empty down her throat.

I carefully lifted the funnel away from her face. She couldn’t speak, but the mewls of protest escaping from her distorted lips pissed me off, so to speak. So I wedged a spongy rubber ball in her mouth to silence her. She panicked, unable to breathe again. I waited 30 seconds before unclipping the peg. Her nostrils flared, sucking in oxygen. Her nose had deep red gouges in it. Then I switched on the electric hob and set the water to boil.

Now that I could turn the lights on, I took a more leisurely stroll round her haven. As usual, I wanted a few souvenirs. Things I could mail her anonymously in the years to come. Reminders of tonight. I bagged her sparkly red top for one, and a half dozen pairs of fancy knickers from her drawer. Obviously collected using her staff discount. I placed several photos in my bag too; a cute family pose of her with mom, dad and bro, a happy one at a restaurant pouting at some boyfriend. I found her diary beside her bed and took that. It would make an amusing read later and I could send her pages torn from it as postcards. Then, lo and behold, I opened her bedside drawer and there was a vibrator tucked behind a book. It was a garish pink and turquoise Rampant Rabbit, the model with plastic pearls in the shaft. It was a good size too. Built for pleasure.

It could get on your face then

It could eat your complexion

You could die from the danger

Of the dangerous kitchen.

I wandered back to the hob, humming that Zappa song again. The words were ominous. Dangerous Kitchen. She lay motionless, silent but for tortured breathing through her nose, sodden and petrified. I pulled up the matching chair to the bench seat and sat down. It was time for a chat.

?Hi.? I kept my voice deadpan, devoid of accent.

She managed to emit a sort of ‘mmm’ sound I took to mean ‘hi’.

?Bad luck. Wrong place, wrong time.?

Her covered head turned towards me, staring at blackness.

?Don’t make any noise.? I said. ?You’ll only make me pissed.? I ran my plastic-gloved fingers over her small breasts. Then I opened the serrated jaws of the steel peg and let them snap onto her right nipple.

She thrashed around a bit, or tried to. But she barely moved an inch.

?Shh !? I pressed my switchblade to her other boob. ?Keep still.?

She managed to calm down, drool bubbling from her nostrils.

?Nod your head if you want to survive.?

It took a couple of seconds for her to digest the question. Then she manically moved her head as best she could.

I smiled down at her. Not so haughty now, was she ?

?Here’s the deal. You pass a few tests, I go away. You fail the tests ??. I fingered her cunt crudely. ?Well, let’s just say you don’t want to flunk them. Okay ??

Another, less manic, move of the head.

It was time to begin.

I learned tattooing during my three years in the Navy. Of course, my work is rough. I can’t do pretty dragons and colourful pictures. But I can carve a heart, drops of blood and teardrops, swords and knives, simple stuff like that. And I can write words.

T G I F.

Tits Get Inked First.

Her little boobs were much easier to scrawl on than big mambos are. I always use a state of the art oscillating pen that drives the needles in and out of the skin at 150 times a second. I’d chosen the most indelible, bright red ink. Sadly, I didn’t do a neat job. The 6 letters on each tit were uneven and higgledy-piggledy. But they made the point. I didn’t think she’d be going topless for a while.

I can’t stick hairy bushes. I like them either clean shaven or with just a neat little Mohican or tuft. She obviously shaved occasionally because there was stubble outside her bikini line, but her mound was generously matted with brown pubes. In other circumstances I’d have sheared her but I decided that I’d simply ink her waistline instead.

She lay still, sobbing and whimpering quietly into the ball gag.

Again, the 3 words were haphazard but clearly legible.

She wasn’t going to be going out bottomless either.

I pushed her inner thighs open and teased apart her pink labia. She was dry. In other circumstances I’d have liked to fuck her but that wasn’t on tonight’s menu. I spotted a little red bottle of Tabasco sauce in her spice rack. I dosed the Rampant Rabbit’s shaft liberally and added a dollop of cooking oil. She tried to fight as I eased the glistening tip between her cunt lips. It took a short while for the Tabasco inferno to ignite. By that time, I’d got four inches inside her and there was no way she could prevent the second four entering, until finally only the battery handle stuck out of her. I tore a bit of heavy duty tape off a roll and stuck the vibrator into place. Then I flicked the switch.

I used my mini-handycam to take a little movie. The sound and picture are both excellent quality, especially close up. I panned over her tits, with the letters S O I L E D permanently red-inked into them both, a clip chomping on her right nip, then down to DIRTY FAT BUSH tattooed into the crease of her waist. How would she explain them to a boyfriend or future husband ? The vibe was churning away inside her but, strangely, she didn’t seem to be getting turned on.

I used one of her teaspoons to scoop up a little bubbling water from the pan and dribbled some onto her tummy. She howled, or at least she would have done if she’d been able. The tiny puddle in her belly button sizzled briefly. I turned the slider control on the Rabbit right down.

?This experience could scar you for life.? I whispered into her hood.

?Ungm ??

?I’m going to pour boiling water on you.?

Her head jerked as far as it could. ?Nghm ??

?But the good news is you get to choose.?

I could tell she was sobbing now, into her gag and eye mask.

I casually manhandled her tits. ?How about these ? Nobody would miss them if they were burned. Or this face ?? I prodded a gloved finger against the tip of her nose. ?Or how about these legs ??

Boy, she had some things to say, if she could have spoken.

I ripped the tape holding the Rabbit inside her and pulled it out.

?Tell you what, how about we pour it inside here ? Seriously, that wouldn’t be any great loss to the world, would it ? Boiled cunt, mmm, delicious.?

I eased the ball gag out from her lips so we could communicate better. Her pink tongue was visible, flicking, trying to regenerate moisture.

?Be nice and quiet. Now, tell me, tits, or face, or legs, or cunt. Wait. Hold on. We forgot the asshole ! That’s another option of course.?

?Awym.? she replied. I think that means ‘please’.

?If you prefer, we can do the lot. There’s plenty of boiling water.?

?Mnmn.?

In the end, I pulled my portable enema kit out of my travel bag. I had prepared a blend of sodium phosphate, and chillies steeped in mineral oil. The sodium phosphate draws fluid from the bloodstream and triggers extra cramping, the chillies set fire to the colon, and the mineral oil causes seepage from the rectum. She’d be soiling a few garments herself for a while.

First I undid the razor wire round her ankles and connected a leg spreader bar to hold them apart. Then I pulled the spreader up and back over her head, fixing it there, so her butt was presented nicely. Next I shoved a greased aluminium nozzle into her wrinkled anus. Finally, I connected the cylinder with the prepared mix to the nozzle and poured about a pint of the simmering water from the pan into the steel cylinder head.

?Awyym.?

?Shhh.? I replied. ?Or I’ll give you a double dose.?

That shut her up a moment.

Until I depressed the plunger.

Give credit to her, she didn’t pass out. She might have preferred to. She sure wasn’t going to be volunteering anal sex to any guy for a while. Funnily enough, there was no obvious damage from the outside. No steam, not even much redness round her bumhole. I studied her crack with interest, giving her a couple of stinging slaps. But I could imagine the inside of her rectum was bubbling away nicely.

Of course, watching her pay her dues like this was making me hot too, so to speak. But I knew sadly I had to control myself.

While I waited ten minutes for the water to cool, I wiped down surfaces and tidied up. Then I took a pair of her knickers I’d scooped up earlier and readied them.

Not such a my-shit-doesn’t-smell store manager now !

?Okay.? I whispered into her hood. ?I’m going to remove it. But you had better hold that enema inside your ass until I say. Or else.?

I unfastened the leg spreader and laid her legs down. Her body was tense, especially her abdomen and thigh muscles. Her stretched face was visibly concentrating on holding the fluid inside her. I pulled the knickers over her toes and then slowly up her legs.

?There we are.? I congratulated her, patting her mound. ?Dressed to kill.?

?Mnmn.?

I put the enema kit away in my travel bag and wiped everything again.

?How are you doing there ??

?Awym.?

?Really ? Well I’m going to sit and watch you a while. An hour or two minimum. And if you release even a drop of that fluid, then your precious cunt will be the next thing to boil. I’m heating up some cooking oil.?

While she groaned and grimaced at the onset of serious cramping, I looked in her kitchen cupboards and located what I was looking for. I placed the box of Corn Flakes on the counter and scattered Coco Pops all over her naked body. Even better, in the fridge, I found an opened plastic milk container. I sniffed it. A pungent whiff of sourness. How appropriate. I poured the lumpy yellow liquid into the spider gag, watching her throat retch.

The spider-gag had been purchased with cash from a shop in Holland three years earlier. I’d sewn the helmet out of leather stripped from a junk shop chair.  Both items had been completely sterilised and washed before tonight. I left her wearing them. They suited her. I snapped a final photo. We’d keep in touch over the years. I’d be looking out for her.

Then I silently waved goodbye.

Less than an hour later, I slipped into bed in the darkness. The green display of the alarm clock glowed 03.45. Perfect.

Her hot body snuggled into mine. ?Mmm.?

I kissed her face. ?Mmm ? you’re lovely and warm.?

She didn’t move, and I thought my chance was gone, but then she stirred. I cuddled her, kissed her on the lips again. I never like to push my wife if she’s not in the mood. But she responded.

?All okay ?? she murmured.

I do night shifts. Seven p.m. to three a.m. Four nights a week. Dull, antisocial work but, hey, someone’s got to do it.

?Fine. Just the usual.?

I was like a rock already. She was soft. I trailed my lips gently down to her nipple, feeling it grow hard against my tongue. I was past waiting.

She sighed as I thrust into her, taking my weight on my palms. Over fifteen years married and we still had a good sex life. I could just make out her face in the gloom as I got my night vision. She was smiling up at me.

?You’re horny.?

?Mmm.?

?Like your son.?

I kept my easy rhythm, gently in and out. My mind was somewhere else. I was wondering if my friend had soiled her knickers yet.

?What’s he done now ??

Our son is 14. Hormones gone crazy.

?You really want to know ?? Her voice sounded half-pissed, half amused.

?Hit me.?

?I walked in on him in the bathroom. He was jacking off.?

I lost my stride a moment. Then started to chuckle. ?Well, I guess it’s only natural at his age.?

Her teeth were white in the dark. ?Yes. But guess what ? He was using my knickers from the laundry basket to jerk into. And it wasn’t the first time.?

I knew what was coming. I groaned.

?He admitted that he’d done it before. The first time was about six months ago, when he found the box you’d hidden in the linen cupboard.? She was panting, building to her own climax. ?You know ? with those lovely black and red knickers you got me for our anniversary. That’s ? why they were soiled. Our son did it ! I feel bad I got so mad now.?

I groaned again in ecstasy, unleashing my load.

Kinky kid, huh ?

Like father, like son !

THE END

?

Coming Soon: Mid-November 2008

?Beyond the Pestilence?

?After the Great Pestilence of 2008 and the subsequent Famine and Depression, when global Stock, Property and Commodity Markets all crashed and burned, the World’s largest Economies had each undergone different Revolutions.?

(After the Pestilence, Complete & Revised Version,

11/11/2006, Chapter One)

When I wrote Part One of ‘After the Pestilence’ in September 2005, I already had a premonition that the world’s financial markets were heading for disaster. In November 2006, when I finally posted the completed ‘Whole Story’ version, I chose 2008 as the year of collapsing markets, pestilence, famine and depression. So, now, exactly two years after my last posting, it is time to revisit the world of Stella, Brutus and their unfortunate slaves, and to look ahead to more optimistic times, beyond the pestilence ?

Beyond the Pestilence

(extract from Part One)

Brutus had put on a lot of weight over the past couple of years. His hirsute expanse of belly drooped over the crotch of his ‘banana hammock’ swimming thong. He lay sprawled on a daybed in the hot sunshine, watching the four slaves fucking on the freshly mown lawn. There was the lightest breeze, wafting a scent of barbecue and cut grass.

The young men were rising and falling in tandem, their muscular buttocks following the ticking rhythm of the metronome. Below them, their wives were enthusiastically pushing their hips up to meet them, faces shining with perspiration in the oppressive humidity. Flesh slapped against flesh beating out a steady tempo.

Both couples were recent purchases, new to the harsh realities of life under the yoke of the Brute Corporation. But they were learning fast. The white pair were older, both 23 years old, while the black pair were 22 and 21 respectively. Their youth and vigour made Brutus feel all of his 53 years.

He clicked his fingers. ?Switch.?

Unable to avoid slight hesitation, embarrassment and sideways glances, the two naked men dismounted, knelt and rose to their feet. Their jutting erections glistened in the sunlight. The tall, muscular black boy and the sandy haired athlete swapped places, each standing over the other’s young wife.

?You first.?

Brutus watched the handsome white kid crouch down. His name was Rob. He’d finally married his college sweetheart only 3 weeks before their arrest. Rob put his knees between Naomi’s parted thighs.

The gorgeous, copper coloured girl grunted as Rob thrust his length into her for the first time. The couples hadn’t even met each other until a few minutes earlier. Rob began pounding in time with the relentless ‘tock’, ‘tock’, of the metronome.

Brutus smiled at the grim black face of Tony, Naomi’s husband.

?You.? He barked. ?Lie down on the grass, there, face up.?

Tony frowned, but obeyed, lying down parallel to Naomi and Rob. Their thrusting knees touched Tony’s skin as they fucked.

The fourth slave of the quartet was Amber, Rob’s strawberry blonde wife. She was on her back, staring up into the sky awaiting instructions.

?You.? Brutus called out, so she twisted her head to look at him. ?Get up and ride his face.?

Amber quickly rose. Brutus caught her turquoise eyes making fleeting contact with her husband Rob’s. She really did have the most sensational body; a tiny waist, long legs, large firm breasts. He watched her clamber down over Tony’s head, all four bodies now making contact with each other.

?Put your ass on his nose, not your cunt !?

The white couple were side-by-side, husband fucking in the missionary position, wife grinding her bottom on a black face.

?Look at me.?

He stared into their eyes, wondering what they were thinking.

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By the same Author:

The Prequels

?After the Pestilence? – a novel set in 2010, involving numerous characters and containing, as one reviewer said, ‘something for everyone’ (most of it is non-consensual and the humiliation is extreme, although the actual violence is mainly moderate).

?The Ballad of Lara and Gemma? – a Fem-domme, lesbian spin-off tale from ‘After the Pestilence’, in two parts, describing the infatuation of a Domme and her unwilling female slave (all non-consensual scenes and extreme humiliation, including scat).

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I was sixteen when I joined the federation fleet marines. Of course the records said I was older and there was no one to say otherwise. The basic course was very hard and we lost a third of the company. I was not going to give up and by the time I finished the advanced course I was at the top of the class. My company was a first strike company and we went in after a mixed rogue world regiment. From the time we rushed off the assault shuttle to when our regiment arrived it was a constant battle...

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Fucked the Thieving Neighbor for Trying to Steal Goods

The night was warm so I had decided to sit out on the porch for a while. As I was almost closing my eyes for a quick nap, I saw a silhouette creep up, pick up my watering can and sneak off. I run behind that slowly and catch the body. I see it is Emma my neighbor, Miss Good Two Shoes. “Why are taking my can without asking?” I ask her. “I…I needed it once for a project,” she mutters. “Because you didn’t ask, I have got to punish you. Come over tomorrow for your punishment,” I tell her this and...

BDSM
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Numerous DelightsChapter 20 Damaged Goods

~Master, the Chief Eunuch began, grovelling on the floor before Derek in a way he had never seen, ~Oh, Master. Oh dear, Master. A tragedy, Master, and it is all the fault of that accursed son of a misbegotten camel, the auction room slave trader. Truly he should be thrown to the dogs to eat one piece at a time, starting with his manhood. Master, forgive me; he has never so deceived me before.~ "What is it?" asked Derek in irritation, "Stop whining, get up and tell me what has...

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After the Energists Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 56 Feels So Good

Labatt Guest House 2:10pm, Friday, March 23, 1979 “That was an amazing group of songs, you guys!” Elizabeth said after we wrapped up our practice run through of our opening ten song play list. “Was everything to your liking, Cathy?” our Cathy said to Bruce Smythe’s girlfriend, who asked that we not play anything too sad on this double funeral day. “Oh, yeah, that was perfect. I especially loved your acoustic combo of Two Steps Behind and Love Will Keep Us Alive,” Cathy Cromartie replied...

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Car Wash Rape The Start of Something Good

My family had just got back from a camping trip. We spent the weekend at the lake doing fishing, swimming, hiking, campfires, etc. We had a great time like we do every year. When we got home, we were tired as usual but cleanup is always best done right away. So we started cleaning and putting things away. My husband usually takes the truck to the car wash to spray down the bed and everything but this time I wanted to take the truck because I didn't feel like cleaning the camping gear. So I took...

3 years ago
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These Clothes Feel So Good

These Clothes Feel So Good By Vivian Bird "Hello, Barbara, this is Claudia. I have something important to tell you. Since you have been so successful feminizing Charlie, I have finally decided to feminize Michael as well, starting as soon as possible. I know that you now refer to your husband as Cherise, He looks so cute in his dresses and heels. So much like a woman. He seems to really enjoy all the changes you have been able to make in his...

3 years ago
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Bad Joke Turned Good

Bad joke turned good I was shaking in my low heeled sandals. I think I looked presentable but Kaylee had convinced me that this was exactly what Chelsea wanted. So you understand my fears, let me explain why I was quaking. I had known Kaylee since my college days. We met sharing a table during a pause in classes. We got to talking and soon became friends. We never had sexual relations except for a quick hug and a kiss, but she was a great friend with whom I could share everything in...

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Six Times A DayPart 114 Hurts So Good

In Christine's dream, her joy at finding herself seemingly safe in the theater room with Alan was short lived. In fact, it turned to outright horror because the person who pulled her in wasn't Alan at all; it was her arch-enemy Heather. Heather was just as naked as Christine, standing with her hands on her hips and a great big shit-eating grin on her face as she looked at the person she'd just rescued. Joy and Janice, equally naked, stood behind her. The three of them had obviously been...

3 years ago
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Wanting Something So Bad Yet So Good

I went to my window. "Good, Gary, you brought your girlfriend," I muttered, peeking out there. "Oh, Veronica, you're as hot as lava, but I wouldn't mind having you all over me," I muttered, letting my hand into my panties. "Here you come with my brother, but damn, I almost wish you two would break up. Of course, I wouldn't want to help another lady cheat, but shit, Gary, you know how to pick them. Oh, you're kissing now; if I didn't know any better, I'd say you had something big to tell," I let...

Cheating
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Before the EnergistsChapter 29 Hurts So Good

I moved my hands up to her face and lightly ran my fingers around her mouth and along the tubing up to her ears. Remembering she'd been blinded for a good while now, I softly said, "Close your eyes baby, as I lift this mask up, and when you open them, do it slowly so you'll get accustomed to the light." "Ok, I'm ready." I slipped my fingers under the front edge of her black eye mask and slowly moved it up until it was resting on her forehead. I watched her face as she gingerly...

1 year ago
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I just wanted to be good

Hi! I am eighteen years old. I am in the 12th grade. I am thin and sort of tall. I will start by telling you why I am heading for the bathroom during my science class. I made a permission slip from my mother to get out of class when I need to go to the bathroom because I supposedly have stomach trouble. But really it was because I was embarrassed for people to see my little peter. It is about one inch long and maybe two when it is hard. I went to the bathroom I always go to. I knew I had a...

First Time
3 years ago
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Wanting Something So Bad Yet So Good

I waited a few seconds and heard a knock. "Come in." "Hey, sis," he said, coming in the door. "I hope you don't mind that I brought Veronica." "You like me, right?" she joked. "Yes, I like you, Veronica," I replied, going to her. We hugged each other, and then I got one with Gary as well. Then we all sat down on the couch, but they failed to say anything. "Okay, I'll bite; what's the news?" Veronica swallowed, and I saw her digging into her pocket. "Well, Claudia, your...

2 years ago
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After the Energists Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 53 Lifes Been Good

Medway High Cafeteria 12:10pm, Wednesday, March 14, 1979 “Who said you could snag any of my fries?” I asked in a faux, semi-annoyed tone at Sammy, after she failed at sneaking a couple of Medway’s finest delicacies from my tray. “Nobody,” Sammy replied with a grin as she munched on the two crispy potato strips. “Besides, who in their right mind eats French fries with P-B and J sandwiches?” “My good looking boyfriend, that’s who,” Lynette surprisingly said as she unexpectedly walked...

4 years ago
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Good Boy Makes Good

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...

2 years ago
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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
3 years ago
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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...

3 years ago
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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
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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
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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...

4 years ago
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Failing Math class gone good

It all started at the end of my freshman year, final report cards came in. My mother has an upset look on her face, as she reads my report card. I have usually had mediocre grades, but this was worse. I had a few B's, many C's, but the grade that stood out was the F in Algebra I. This meant I had to retake algebra as a sophomore. Summer came and go, with those football practices and bullshit, and before I knew it, September came along. I walk into my 3rd period Algebra I class, I'm...

2 years ago
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Stacy the Asian pharmacist The MakeGood

It's a bright, beautiful weekend day, and Stacy the Asian pharmacist is on her way home after an early afternoon of playing tennis with a friend. She's changed out of her white tennis shirt and into a dark brown halter top, which shows off her slender shoulders and accentuates her little B-cup breasts. She still has on her white tennis skirt though, as she didn't have time to change fully, since she's in a rush to pick up her kids from day care. Her smooth slender-yet-shapely legs work...

1 year ago
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A Bad Day Turned Good

Jen had a bad day at work, she’d been texting me all day andfrequently complaining about having to stay late. Sadly, it was nothing new and it was happening more often than ever. Usually I’d resent her having to stay behind, but this day it was quite good fortune. It gave me time to prepare. I’d decided several days before that I needed to cheer her up and treat her, now it had fallen into place quite well. After work, I’d made the trip into town to get the necessary supplies when she’d text me...

2 years ago
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Goodness

                                                                                                           This happened a while ago, early 2000's, after my first divorce but prior to my second marriage and second divorce. I was living in an apartment alone, like now, and was looking for fun in AOL chat rooms, a pretty new thing at the time. The chat room was for guys wanting to watch while someone fucked their wife. Hmmm.   He wasn't much of a chatter but said he and his wife would like to...

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