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A leather bound journal lies on a desk??

Chapter 1 : Secrets & Lies

I know that quite a few people think that I have an easy life but I?m just going to say that I?ve worked for this and I sure aim to take every advantage of the opportunity.? Anyway it?s not all that it?s cracked up to be. And just think about the risks, will you? Being the girlfriend of a criminal master mind has got its down sides too, you know.

It was a real shock when I found out that?s what I was, let me tell you. I?d been brought up to be a law abiding girl. Nice. Polite. My parents had a strict moral code. Stay inside the law, daddy taught me. Well apart from speeding tickets and parking fines and skidding around the tax system and, well, all those little, sort of don?t-quite-count laws that seem just to be in the way when you run your own business. And mummy was very clear that nice girls are there to be good, supportive, wives and it just wasn?t nice to ask your man about what he got up to when you weren?t around. Nor was it nice to cause your man unnecessary stress by letting him find out what you were up to when he wasn?t around. She was very pleased when I hooked up with the boyfriend and she didn?t even mind too much when we told her we weren?t going to get married just yet. ?So modern,? she?d said.

My boyfriend seemed a fine, upstanding, fellow. He was well respected at the local country club (we met at one of those unbelievably tedious dinners that daddy used to drag me along to so I?d meet the ?right? people), a pillar of the local business community (though in just what line of business I was never very clear), and an all round good sort with a rather preppy dress sense and a closet full of neckties that looked as if they lived a life of debauchery all on their own.

He thought I was cute, he said. He liked that I was smart. He liked that I played sports and had a good bod ? I?ve always found it easier to exercise than diet. He was always pretty keen on my legs and, if I say so myself, they aren?t bad. He didn?t seem worried that I don?t have too much at the front but I make the best of what there is. He?s always been very flattering about how I look; paid me compliments in front of his friends, stuff like that.

And, I mean, he was nice and everything but maybe a bit dull. Well - too much talk about business, I thought. But Daddy liked him and at least he was clean and he had the money to keep me amused. Like there was this rather nice yacht which let me work on my tan in the summer with this rather nice speedboat that meant I could water-ski when I wanted. And there was the rather nice jet that let me get up to Aspen for the skiing in the winter. And the rather nice cabin while I was up there.??

So it was quite a disappointment at first when I found out there was another girl in his life. Well, quite a lot of girls actually.

I?d had suspicions for a while. The odd blonde hair on the jacket. The occasional, ?sorry honey I can?t get home tonight after all?. But, hey, as long as he was discreet, didn?t catch anything and he came back suitably grateful plus my allowance got paid and he didn?t ask too much about what I was up to. Well, why should I worry?

He?d always been a bit vague about what his company did. Import and export he said. Livestock. The only thing was he never said what it was he was importing and exporting, and just how lively the livestock could be.

I never did work out why he decided to tell me. I mean, I?m not curious and I was quite happy enjoying the lifestyle. Still for some folk they say that confession is good for the soul. I guess that included him.

?Honey,? he says, ?I?ve got something to tell you.?

Well at this point I?m thinking he?s about to own up to the fact that he?s gay (in spite of the fact that we?d been at it like rabbits); or he?s suffering from some sinister and incurable disease; or, worse than that, he?s suddenly caught poverty.

?It?s about the business,? he says.

Now I?m certain he?s broke. But as it turns out, no. Quite the reverse in fact. There?s plenty of cash coming in, he says. But he wants to tell me is where it comes from. In case anything should happen to him. So, I?m back thinking it?s the incurable disease after all. But no, it?s just that his business isn?t quite legitimate and that always has its risks, he says.? So what?s not legitimate about livestock, I says and that?s when he explains that the livestock involved is female, and human, and none too willing.

I?m pretty angry. I mean not about what he?s doing ? I scarcely believe that any way. Well who believes that sort of thing goes on for real? And anyway there?s plenty of worse stuff that goes on. Isn?t there? No mainly I?m mad at him for not telling me and keeping it a secret. Somehow just what the secret was gets forgotten in the shouting and tears.

So then he gives me his bashful little boy look and I can?t stay mad at him. And he says I?m sweet and how could he have ever thought I?d mind and hey, look at what I?ve brought you.

That?s when he clapped his hands and my very first slave girl appeared.

Chapter 2 : What To Do?

Like I said he clapped his hands and this very well built guy (no offence to boyfriend but muscles aren?t really his thing) comes in with a naked girl over his shoulder. Hunky guy puts girl down on the ground in front of me. Nods to boyfriend and disappears.

?

Now nobody teaches you how to deal with this; which I guess is not surprising. If I?d been born the daughter of a plantation owner in Deep South the 1800?s, I suppose I?d have known all about it by the time I was grown. But what with slavery being (a) illegal and (b) not really the done thing in polite society, what chance was there that I?d have any idea of how to deal with what lover boy presented me with? I mean after ?Beulah, peel me a grape,? what do you say to them?

So there she is on the floor and she?s like wrapped up in rope with the stuff around her wrists and her ankles and her arms and her knees and her body. And she?s obviously not happy with what?s happened to her from the way she?s trying to wriggle around. But she can?t make much noise ?cos there are strips of sticky tape across her mouth. I had a boyfriend once who was into this stuff and we tried it. I wasn?t keen. Like it hurt for a start and it took so long to do. (He was real picky about getting all the knots just right.) And then it took so long to undo when he was finished and I just got bored. I guessed though that the complaints that my present was making weren?t really because she had reservations about this as a new form of sexual experience.???

The boyfriend says, ?What do you think??

Mainly what I think is, ?This is too weird for words.? What I say is, ?What do I do with her??

?That?s the great thing,? says the boyfriend with the biggest grin you could imagine. ?She?s a slave. You can do anything you want. Look at her collar.?

Well, I look at her collar and it?s got my name on it, so I guess that makes it official. Still, I?m confused, but of course, I?m quite relieved that boyfriend hasn?t got the plague or anything worse (like poverty). I like to think I can adapt to new situations so I guess, I?ll go with it.

Still, like I say, nobody teaches you how to deal with this. Nobody tells you how reasonable or unreasonable to be, how much punishment they need, how much you should let them get away with. So I really didn?t know what I was supposed to do and I was worried that I?d do something to embarrass the boyfriend. Even then I knew enough about the criminal world to know that you don?t piss off the guys in charge.

I thought about getting the inside track from one of his customers. I mean, I guess his clients had plenty of experience but I couldn?t see that he?d want to wheel me out to one of them saying, ?Hey, here?s my girlfriend, she knows diddly squat about all this, why don?t you fill her in on how to look after her first slave.? Oh no, he wanted me to make like I?m an old hand at this. ?Got to keep up appearances for the sake of the business,? he says.

So I sort of had to work it out for myself. Had to find out how to keep them in order. How to make sure they behave. How to make sure they don?t go wandering off and how to make sure they keep fit enough to go on doing whatever it is you want them to do. There aren?t any books ? well none that are any use. There?s plenty of fantasy out there about how to treat your slaves but none of it seemed to relate to the problems of having them around twenty four hours a day, totally reliant on you. Besides most of it seemed to involve me spending more time on managing the slaves than I ever wanted to. My take on this was that a slave?s there for my convenience and if they?re more trouble than benefit, what?s the point?

Well, it took a bit of work and I guess I left a few bruises on some of the girls but, hey, that?s what they?re there for, like the boyfriend tells me. I guess I?ve got it sorted out now. It doesn?t take too much effort and there are some real benefits.

Chapter 3 : Warming To It

Once I?d got used to the idea of this whole ?lets kidnap women; train ?em to do whatever we want and sell them? thing and got used to actually managing them, I can tell you that there is a whole heap of good stuff that comes out of it.

Firstly, like, I don?t have to do a thing. One finger click and I?ve got pool side drinks; the place is neat and tidy; my stuff gets cleaned and ironed. I?ve never been a fan of the whole housework bit and it?s great not to have to bother. I mean sure we had maids and butlers and things at home but slaves are a whole lot less trouble once you get the security stuff all sorted out. I mean there?s no ?Gee, can I have the afternoon off ?cos my boyfriend gets back from his trip tonight,? and all that. And of course they are really attentive to detail once they get the idea that zero-defect performance is much kinder to their perky little butts.

Plus there?s none of that, ?be nice to the staff to keep them motivated? crap. And no having to make idle chit-chat either ? most of the time they?ve got their mouths filled up with a chunk of rubber or taped over or something. Which also means they ain?t gonna be gossiping about any of the stuff they see going on around the place.

I saw the guard that brought my first slave in the other day. He really does look fit and, since boyfriend?s not always around, I get to thinking, ?that might be nice?. I know I can use any of the girls when I like ? in fact boyfriend quite likes it when I do (what a surprise, only him and every other man on the planet!) - but it?s not the same. Girl on girl sex is a bit too much like going back to the college dorm, if you ask me. Been there, done that, fumbled around under the other girl?s tee-shirt.

Getting back to the slaves ? ?product? boyfriend calls them. One thing I have found is that some of the chicks that the boyfriend collects have really great wardrobes. I reckon that they?re not going to need their stuff any more since most of their time around here is spent buck naked. So now there?s a standing instruction for the snatch teams that if the girl is my size they bring in any clothes they find. ?Course most of the time the stuff is useless ? like the goons we have around her have any idea of style? But occasionally there?ll be some designer gear that?s worth hanging on to. Plus sometimes it just pisses off the poor little victim when they see their best frock on the back of their captor?s girl. (Maybe I?m getting into this criminal master mind?s girlfriend bit, after all.)

Take last week ? we?d picked up a hip young lady who?d been quite friendly with a couple of footballers. They decided she?d be better off somewhere where she wouldn?t be chatting to the press about their taste in recreational substances so they ask boyfriend to take her away from her life of care. She came in with a hot collection. Versace, D&G, Manolo Blanik, Jimmy Choo?s, mwuhh! Plus some very nice jewellery to go with it. Jack ? he?s the rather cute guy that brought in my first slave girl ? had done the pick up and he dropped the stuff off for me. He said, ?Thought you might like these. They?ll look better on you than they do on her.? And, like I?m thinking, ?Whoa, cute and friendly!?

The girl did not look happy when she saw me there. A couple of the guards had got her to strip off and, I mean, she?d obviously hoped that would be a chance for her to exercise a bit of undue influence with the goons ? she didn?t understand their incentive plan, I guess ? so she wasn?t keen on the fact that another girl was there. Then when I picked up the dress and tried it against me, she got real cross. One of the guards had to hang onto her while I gave her a slap. That calmed her down enough. I took her necklace and rings at the same time. She was not happy when we finished, but Jack whispered, ?Hey I like how you did that.? I ended up feeling pretty pleased with myself; most of the time I feel that the goons give me a sort of mildly amused tolerant attitude. The girl was even less happy when the goons came back with the straps and the ball gag and took her underwear off her.

I?m not real keen on the violence and thuggery but you have to let the girls know who?s boss. And, well, I need to make the boyfriend look good don?t I? Leastways, that?s what he says. It?s hardly a good thing if the international slave trader turns out to have a wimp for his main squeeze, is it? So, I?ve learned how to handle a whip when I need to and I?ve certainly mastered the whole ?Take her down to the cells!? snarl to the guards which usually has a suitably intimidating effect on our guests. The boyfriend has got a whole heap of toys down in the playrooms and I?m starting to get interested in some of them, especially for one little slut that?s been giving me some trouble. Boyfriend?s been away on business ? something about a big auction somewhere, he said - but Jack?s been helping me out.

He?s been great. Not like most of the goons. He seems to actually have a brain for one thing. I mean some of the kit is really complicated and there?s like straps and buckles and catches and adjusters and, well, it would have taken me forever to work it out. But Jack just knows. He sat me down and said, ?What are you trying to do??

?Make sure, this little slut has a really uncomfortable evening after what she did to me,? I said.

And Jack grinned.? He?s got as cute a grin as boyfriend has. He pulls out this pole with straps at either end and says, ?How about the spreader?? The girl gives a shrug to try to escape his grip but he just cuffs her. No real force but somehow it puts her off struggling any more.

I nod enthusiastically. He holds up a leather hood. ?And this?? he says and I nod.

So he shows me how to strap the spreader on her so her legs are really aching and she?s whimpering quite a bit which is a result already as far I?m concerned. And then he helps me fit the hood and get it real tight. Then he asks me, ?I guess you?ll want a gag for her? How about this??

He pulls out this rubber penis gag. And I say, ?Oh yes, put that on her. I?m really going to enjoy her choking on that.?

So Jack pushes the gag in her mouth and girly is struggling a bit so I grab hold of her to make it a bit easier for Jack and his hand brushes against mine as he fastens the strap.

And that?s when he says, really casually like, ?I sure wish you were sucking on mine like she?s sucking on that.???

? Freddie Clegg 2007

Not to be reproduced or reposted without permission. All characters and events fictitious.

Email: [email protected]

Find PDF?s of my stories at my web group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/freddies_tales/

A leather bound journal lies on a desk??

Chapter 1 : Secrets & Lies

I know that quite a few people think that I have an easy life but I?m just going to say that I?ve worked for this and I sure aim to take every advantage of the opportunity.? Anyway it?s not all that it?s cracked up to be. And just think about the risks, will you? Being the girlfriend of a criminal master mind has got its down sides too, you know.

It was a real shock when I found out that?s what I was, let me tell you. I?d been brought up to be a law abiding girl. Nice. Polite. My parents had a strict moral code. Stay inside the law, daddy taught me. Well apart from speeding tickets and parking fines and skidding around the tax system and, well, all those little, sort of don?t-quite-count laws that seem just to be in the way when you run your own business. And mummy was very clear that nice girls are there to be good, supportive, wives and it just wasn?t nice to ask your man about what he got up to when you weren?t around. Nor was it nice to cause your man unnecessary stress by letting him find out what you were up to when he wasn?t around. She was very pleased when I hooked up with the boyfriend and she didn?t even mind too much when we told her we weren?t going to get married just yet. ?So modern,? she?d said.

My boyfriend seemed a fine, upstanding, fellow. He was well respected at the local country club (we met at one of those unbelievably tedious dinners that daddy used to drag me along to so I?d meet the ?right? people), a pillar of the local business community (though in just what line of business I was never very clear), and an all round good sort with a rather preppy dress sense and a closet full of neckties that looked as if they lived a life of debauchery all on their own.

He thought I was cute, he said. He liked that I was smart. He liked that I played sports and had a good bod ? I?ve always found it easier to exercise than diet. He was always pretty keen on my legs and, if I say so myself, they aren?t bad. He didn?t seem worried that I don?t have too much at the front but I make the best of what there is. He?s always been very flattering about how I look; paid me compliments in front of his friends, stuff like that.

And, I mean, he was nice and everything but maybe a bit dull. Well - too much talk about business, I thought. But Daddy liked him and at least he was clean and he had the money to keep me amused. Like there was this rather nice yacht which let me work on my tan in the summer with this rather nice speedboat that meant I could water-ski when I wanted. And there was the rather nice jet that let me get up to Aspen for the skiing in the winter. And the rather nice cabin while I was up there.??

So it was quite a disappointment at first when I found out there was another girl in his life. Well, quite a lot of girls actually.

I?d had suspicions for a while. The odd blonde hair on the jacket. The occasional, ?sorry honey I can?t get home tonight after all?. But, hey, as long as he was discreet, didn?t catch anything and he came back suitably grateful plus my allowance got paid and he didn?t ask too much about what I was up to. Well, why should I worry?

He?d always been a bit vague about what his company did. Import and export he said. Livestock. The only thing was he never said what it was he was importing and exporting, and just how lively the livestock could be.

I never did work out why he decided to tell me. I mean, I?m not curious and I was quite happy enjoying the lifestyle. Still for some folk they say that confession is good for the soul. I guess that included him.

?Honey,? he says, ?I?ve got something to tell you.?

Well at this point I?m thinking he?s about to own up to the fact that he?s gay (in spite of the fact that we?d been at it like rabbits); or he?s suffering from some sinister and incurable disease; or, worse than that, he?s suddenly caught poverty.

?It?s about the business,? he says.

Now I?m certain he?s broke. But as it turns out, no. Quite the reverse in fact. There?s plenty of cash coming in, he says. But he wants to tell me is where it comes from. In case anything should happen to him. So, I?m back thinking it?s the incurable disease after all. But no, it?s just that his business isn?t quite legitimate and that always has its risks, he says.? So what?s not legitimate about livestock, I says and that?s when he explains that the livestock involved is female, and human, and none too willing.

I?m pretty angry. I mean not about what he?s doing ? I scarcely believe that any way. Well who believes that sort of thing goes on for real? And anyway there?s plenty of worse stuff that goes on. Isn?t there? No mainly I?m mad at him for not telling me and keeping it a secret. Somehow just what the secret was gets forgotten in the shouting and tears.

So then he gives me his bashful little boy look and I can?t stay mad at him. And he says I?m sweet and how could he have ever thought I?d mind and hey, look at what I?ve brought you.

That?s when he clapped his hands and my very first slave girl appeared.

Chapter 2 : What To Do?

Like I said he clapped his hands and this very well built guy (no offence to boyfriend but muscles aren?t really his thing) comes in with a naked girl over his shoulder. Hunky guy puts girl down on the ground in front of me. Nods to boyfriend and disappears.

?

Now nobody teaches you how to deal with this; which I guess is not surprising. If I?d been born the daughter of a plantation owner in Deep South the 1800?s, I suppose I?d have known all about it by the time I was grown. But what with slavery being (a) illegal and (b) not really the done thing in polite society, what chance was there that I?d have any idea of how to deal with what lover boy presented me with? I mean after ?Beulah, peel me a grape,? what do you say to them?

So there she is on the floor and she?s like wrapped up in rope with the stuff around her wrists and her ankles and her arms and her knees and her body. And she?s obviously not happy with what?s happened to her from the way she?s trying to wriggle around. But she can?t make much noise ?cos there are strips of sticky tape across her mouth. I had a boyfriend once who was into this stuff and we tried it. I wasn?t keen. Like it hurt for a start and it took so long to do. (He was real picky about getting all the knots just right.) And then it took so long to undo when he was finished and I just got bored. I guessed though that the complaints that my present was making weren?t really because she had reservations about this as a new form of sexual experience.???

The boyfriend says, ?What do you think??

Mainly what I think is, ?This is too weird for words.? What I say is, ?What do I do with her??

?That?s the great thing,? says the boyfriend with the biggest grin you could imagine. ?She?s a slave. You can do anything you want. Look at her collar.?

Well, I look at her collar and it?s got my name on it, so I guess that makes it official. Still, I?m confused, but of course, I?m quite relieved that boyfriend hasn?t got the plague or anything worse (like poverty). I like to think I can adapt to new situations so I guess, I?ll go with it.

Still, like I say, nobody teaches you how to deal with this. Nobody tells you how reasonable or unreasonable to be, how much punishment they need, how much you should let them get away with. So I really didn?t know what I was supposed to do and I was worried that I?d do something to embarrass the boyfriend. Even then I knew enough about the criminal world to know that you don?t piss off the guys in charge.

I thought about getting the inside track from one of his customers. I mean, I guess his clients had plenty of experience but I couldn?t see that he?d want to wheel me out to one of them saying, ?Hey, here?s my girlfriend, she knows diddly squat about all this, why don?t you fill her in on how to look after her first slave.? Oh no, he wanted me to make like I?m an old hand at this. ?Got to keep up appearances for the sake of the business,? he says.

So I sort of had to work it out for myself. Had to find out how to keep them in order. How to make sure they behave. How to make sure they don?t go wandering off and how to make sure they keep fit enough to go on doing whatever it is you want them to do. There aren?t any books ? well none that are any use. There?s plenty of fantasy out there about how to treat your slaves but none of it seemed to relate to the problems of having them around twenty four hours a day, totally reliant on you. Besides most of it seemed to involve me spending more time on managing the slaves than I ever wanted to. My take on this was that a slave?s there for my convenience and if they?re more trouble than benefit, what?s the point?

Well, it took a bit of work and I guess I left a few bruises on some of the girls but, hey, that?s what they?re there for, like the boyfriend tells me. I guess I?ve got it sorted out now. It doesn?t take too much effort and there are some real benefits.

Chapter 3 : Warming To It

Once I?d got used to the idea of this whole ?lets kidnap women; train ?em to do whatever we want and sell them? thing and got used to actually managing them, I can tell you that there is a whole heap of good stuff that comes out of it.

Firstly, like, I don?t have to do a thing. One finger click and I?ve got pool side drinks; the place is neat and tidy; my stuff gets cleaned and ironed. I?ve never been a fan of the whole housework bit and it?s great not to have to bother. I mean sure we had maids and butlers and things at home but slaves are a whole lot less trouble once you get the security stuff all sorted out. I mean there?s no ?Gee, can I have the afternoon off ?cos my boyfriend gets back from his trip tonight,? and all that. And of course they are really attentive to detail once they get the idea that zero-defect performance is much kinder to their perky little butts.

Plus there?s none of that, ?be nice to the staff to keep them motivated? crap. And no having to make idle chit-chat either ? most of the time they?ve got their mouths filled up with a chunk of rubber or taped over or something. Which also means they ain?t gonna be gossiping about any of the stuff they see going on around the place.

I saw the guard that brought my first slave in the other day. He really does look fit and, since boyfriend?s not always around, I get to thinking, ?that might be nice?. I know I can use any of the girls when I like ? in fact boyfriend quite likes it when I do (what a surprise, only him and every other man on the planet!) - but it?s not the same. Girl on girl sex is a bit too much like going back to the college dorm, if you ask me. Been there, done that, fumbled around under the other girl?s tee-shirt.

Getting back to the slaves ? ?product? boyfriend calls them. One thing I have found is that some of the chicks that the boyfriend collects have really great wardrobes. I reckon that they?re not going to need their stuff any more since most of their time around here is spent buck naked. So now there?s a standing instruction for the snatch teams that if the girl is my size they bring in any clothes they find. ?Course most of the time the stuff is useless ? like the goons we have around her have any idea of style? But occasionally there?ll be some designer gear that?s worth hanging on to. Plus sometimes it just pisses off the poor little victim when they see their best frock on the back of their captor?s girl. (Maybe I?m getting into this criminal master mind?s girlfriend bit, after all.)

Take last week ? we?d picked up a hip young lady who?d been quite friendly with a couple of footballers. They decided she?d be better off somewhere where she wouldn?t be chatting to the press about their taste in recreational substances so they ask boyfriend to take her away from her life of care. She came in with a hot collection. Versace, D&G, Manolo Blanik, Jimmy Choo?s, mwuhh! Plus some very nice jewellery to go with it. Jack ? he?s the rather cute guy that brought in my first slave girl ? had done the pick up and he dropped the stuff off for me. He said, ?Thought you might like these. They?ll look better on you than they do on her.? And, like I?m thinking, ?Whoa, cute and friendly!?

The girl did not look happy when she saw me there. A couple of the guards had got her to strip off and, I mean, she?d obviously hoped that would be a chance for her to exercise a bit of undue influence with the goons ? she didn?t understand their incentive plan, I guess ? so she wasn?t keen on the fact that another girl was there. Then when I picked up the dress and tried it against me, she got real cross. One of the guards had to hang onto her while I gave her a slap. That calmed her down enough. I took her necklace and rings at the same time. She was not happy when we finished, but Jack whispered, ?Hey I like how you did that.? I ended up feeling pretty pleased with myself; most of the time I feel that the goons give me a sort of mildly amused tolerant attitude. The girl was even less happy when the goons came back with the straps and the ball gag and took her underwear off her.

I?m not real keen on the violence and thuggery but you have to let the girls know who?s boss. And, well, I need to make the boyfriend look good don?t I? Leastways, that?s what he says. It?s hardly a good thing if the international slave trader turns out to have a wimp for his main squeeze, is it? So, I?ve learned how to handle a whip when I need to and I?ve certainly mastered the whole ?Take her down to the cells!? snarl to the guards which usually has a suitably intimidating effect on our guests. The boyfriend has got a whole heap of toys down in the playrooms and I?m starting to get interested in some of them, especially for one little slut that?s been giving me some trouble. Boyfriend?s been away on business ? something about a big auction somewhere, he said - but Jack?s been helping me out.

He?s been great. Not like most of the goons. He seems to actually have a brain for one thing. I mean some of the kit is really complicated and there?s like straps and buckles and catches and adjusters and, well, it would have taken me forever to work it out. But Jack just knows. He sat me down and said, ?What are you trying to do??

?Make sure, this little slut has a really uncomfortable evening after what she did to me,? I said.

And Jack grinned.? He?s got as cute a grin as boyfriend has. He pulls out this pole with straps at either end and says, ?How about the spreader?? The girl gives a shrug to try to escape his grip but he just cuffs her. No real force but somehow it puts her off struggling any more.

I nod enthusiastically. He holds up a leather hood. ?And this?? he says and I nod.

So he shows me how to strap the spreader on her so her legs are really aching and she?s whimpering quite a bit which is a result already as far I?m concerned. And then he helps me fit the hood and get it real tight. Then he asks me, ?I guess you?ll want a gag for her? How about this??

He pulls out this rubber penis gag. And I say, ?Oh yes, put that on her. I?m really going to enjoy her choking on that.?

So Jack pushes the gag in her mouth and girly is struggling a bit so I grab hold of her to make it a bit easier for Jack and his hand brushes against mine as he fastens the strap.

And that?s when he says, really casually like, ?I sure wish you were sucking on mine like she?s sucking on that.???

? Freddie Clegg 2007

Not to be reproduced or reposted without permission. All characters and events fictitious.

Email: [email protected]

Find PDF?s of my stories at my web group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/freddies_tales/

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Just two days after my trailer sex with Hakan and Taner, I got a text message from Hakan. It was all in Turkish, and Google translate didn't help me much with it.Gary is a lot better with the language here than I am, so I gave him my mobile and asked if he could make head or tail of it.He smiled at me as he told me that they wanted to know if I was interested in doing more, and if I was, I was to phone another number and speak to Patron.The prospect of another good fucking from both of them...

Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

Barb and Mollie

The two had made it a day together. They turned a quick trip out to the mall into a girl's brunch that morphed into something else. They wanted the time away from things back home and the dreariness of domestic life. There was catching up to do; catching up on one another more precisely. One had moved in just down the street from the other and the two old gal pals could not have been more pleasantly surprised or happier.Barb and Mollie walked along through the promenade between the shops. They...

Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

Katherines Style Part Two

The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...

Esther IV

Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...

Katherines Style Part 3

The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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Esther stone

Esther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...

Esther Stone part 2

When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

Esther II

Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...

Athena Goddess of Wisdom

Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...

The Orgasmic Adventures of Maggie and Mollie

The two lovely young women had met each other at their belly-dance class and they decided to become roomies. The shared a nice two bedroom apartment. Maggie was a striking beauty. She stood 5'7" tall and measured 38-24-36. Her near-black hair fell to her shoulders and she had it permed into a flip. Her face could have belonged to a movie star. She seemed to combine all the best features of Penelope Cruz and Angelina Jolie. Mollie was beautiful in a different way. She was a rubenesque...

Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...

Athena Ch02

“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...

Athena

He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...

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