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"So you want to see me naked," remarked the statuesque, thirtyish beauty. Seating herself and crossing her legs, she pondered aloud, "I wonder if you're ready to pay the price." Her voice was stern and her words held a note of challenge, as if to suggest that I might not be up to what lay ahead.

Kneeling naked before her--blindfolded, collared, cuffed and gagged--I was unable to answer on my own. If I'd been permitted to speak, I'd have rushed to say that I was more than ready. In fact, I was hot for it. I was hot to see this woman's body and yes, to pay well for the privilege--with my pain. I'd asked to suffer by the cock and balls; now it was about to happen.

I didn't have to wait long. I soon felt hands on my genitals, stroking, twisting, squeezing. My cock began to respond, but before it became fully erect, I felt the bite of Velcro-lined clothespins being applied, one after the other, to my hardening meat. They hurt, each one like a small, red-hot pincer gripping my most tender flesh. I squirmed and moaned, trying to relax and get into it, fighting the urge to cry out. I felt this was a test, a measure of my commitment, and I was determined to pass.

Very gradually the sensation changed from pain to pleasure. By the time I'd taken maybe thirty of the clamps, I'd settled down. I began to welcome each new clothespin as it was attached to my dick and my moans now had an entirely different tone. I spread my legs wider and thrust my hips forward, inviting more.

"God, you're such a slut!" the woman exclaimed, quickly rewarding my enthusiasm with additional clothespins, this time on my balls.

When she'd finished, fifty of the wicked little devices clung to my genitals. As a crowning touch, she attached five-ounce weights to ten of them and had me rise up on my knees so they could hang freely. A louder, more plaintive moan escaped my gagged mouth, eliciting quiet laughter from her as she got up and walked behind me into an adjacent room.

I knelt there in silence, the pain in my sex gradually lessening to a dull ache. I told myself that it was right and proper for me to be where I was and as I awaited her return, I began to replay in my mind how it all began.

I recalled lying in bed one morning with a raging hard-on, masturbating. I'd been enjoying my favorite fantasy--that of having my genitals tortured while an attractive woman stripped and displayed her body for me. As always, the woman was incredibly sensual, taking obvious pleasure in turning me on. She was also heartless--and cruel. She truly enjoyed seeing a man endure real agony for the pleasure of watching her. Playing out the scene in my mind, I'd brought myself to an incredible, shuddering climax. When I'd come down to earth, physically satiated but still very aroused, I'd resolved to fulfill my fantasy.

I'd then tried the standard approaches--placing ads online and responding to ones from women seeking to model for a fee. I'd even called an agency offering escorts and strippers for private parties. None of these efforts had proved fruitful. Just when I'd about given up on the whole idea, I'd received a call from a woman I'd met at a local club and whom I'd told of my fantasy. Not only did she understand what I was looking for, but she'd been thinking about it since we'd met and was genuinely eager for the encounter. I'd been in heaven!

Now I was in her private play space and my fantasy was about to become reality. I wondered how she was attired. I'd asked that she wear a tight, revealing dress, bra, thong-style panties, and thigh-high stockings. I hoped she had honored my request. I also hoped she would delight in teasing me, stripping slowly so my eyes could linger on her beauty as I prepared myself to suffer. In my mind I saw her dancing totally nude, slowly and suggestively allowing me long looks at the soft, round, feminine parts of her body. I imagined her bending at the waist and spreading her bottom cheeks, revealing to me her most intimate charms and urging me to lust for her. I expected to see some wonderful sights.

I also knew what a sight I must be, with my wrists locked behind my back and my cock and balls covered with weighted clamps! I began to relish my feelings of humiliation and vulnerability and I longed for what was to come. Almost unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth, causing the weights to swing and pull harder on my meat.

"You like that, do you, Boy?" I heard her ask.

Startled, I froze-and then nodded my head. I realized I'd been caught in the act of sluttishly tormenting myself and I was embarrassed. There was no telling how long she'd been standing there watching me!

"You know that's just the appetizer, Darling," she said. "Soon you'll get the main course."

Abruptly she removed the weights and clothespins and roughly massaged my genitals. The sensation was intense, causing me to buckle in pain. However, I forced myself to straighten up and give myself to it, hoping to show my willingness to please her.

"Good boy," said the woman. "Stay with it. There's more."

She then freed my hands and took off my blindfold. I was enthralled by what I saw. Standing over me was my new Mistress, a gorgeous creature in a black spandex dress that clung to her body like a second skin. It stopped maybe seven inches above her knees and clearly outlined her stocking tops. Damn, she was beautiful! I could hardly wait to see her naked.

"Nice, huh?" she queried, slowly turning so I could see her from all sides.

I nodded again, my eyes beginning to glaze in anticipation.

"Well then, let?s find out how much you appreciate what you see. Harden your cock for me," she ordered.

Obediently I reached for my meat and started playing with it, concentrating on the woman's spandex-covered thighs. It was humbling though wonderfully hot for me to be there, nude, manipulating myself to erection while she looked on. I felt submissive, powerless and very excited.

I looked expectantly at the woman. Slow, sensual music played in the background as she strolled to the center of the room and began to dance. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, obviously designed to excite. I watched, truly becoming a slut in heat as her lush body strained against the fabric of her dress. I hungered to see more of her.

I stared intently as she came forward, stopped maybe three feet in front of me and began slowly raising the hem of her dress. The dress rose past the tops of her sheer black stockings and before long it was around her waist, giving me a perfect view of her upper thighs and the curves beneath her black thong panties. I was entranced. I riveted my eyes on her warm, smooth, naked flesh and lightly stroked my dick, feeling it swell. As I continued to look, she removed her dress entirely, sank to her hands and knees and raised her luscious ass toward me. Lusting for her, I brought myself to full erection.

"That's right, slut, enjoy the view," the woman said. "I want you hot for me when you f-r-y."

With that she got to her feet and backed away, letting what she'd said sink in. Yes, in a few short minutes I would "fry". My knees would be parted and cuffed to a spreader bar and my cock and balls would be wired to an electrical shocking device. With my wrist cuffs once more locked behind me, I'd be totally at the mercy of my lovely captor. For more than ten minutes she'd dance for me, stopping every few seconds to pose and to watch the shocker take its four-second toll on my sex. Though that was what I'd wanted, what I'd asked for, I suddenly found myself terribly afraid. I wanted out.

Just as I was about to stand up, remove my gag and disgrace myself by ending the session, a female voice broke into my thoughts.

"Prepare yourself," she said, her voice firm and full of meaning.

I watched her walk toward me--until her pantied crotch was but an inch from my face. I could smell the delicate perfume of her sex and could see the damp indentation in her panties below her pubic mound. My hormones took over and my resolve to escape evaporated. I gave my cock a few more strokes, wantonly hardening it, making it ready for torture. When it was thoroughly rigid, I tied it off--it and my cum-filled balls--with a leather cord. I then attached the electrodes, secured my knees to the spreader bar and placed my hands behind my back.

My Mistress quickly locked my cuffs together, placed the shocker switch within reach of my fingers, and then resumed her position in front of me. This time, however, she pulled my face to her, burying my nose between her legs. Even before she spoke, I understood what I was to do. I was again frightened.

"I want you to push the button, slut," she said, her voice soft but compelling. "I want you to fry your cock and balls for me."

I sat motionless, putting off the inevitable, inhaling deeply of her aroma.

"C'mon, Boy," I heard her say, her voice now more insistent. "Do it!"

Still I waited, mustering the courage to obey. The woman pulled the front of her panties inward and up, exposing her downy labia and the patch of dark brown hair above them.

"Slut, if you don't push the button, I'm going to push it," she continued. "First, though, I'll increase the voltage, making it hurt that much more. It's your choice."

There wasn't really much of a choice. I knew how painful the shocks would be, even at minimal voltage, and I didn't wish to start out in any more agony than was necessary. I pressed my face between the woman's inner thighs, felt her pubic hair on my forehead and quickly tripped the switch.

Four seconds later the first hot jolt of current passed through my sex. I screamed into the gag buckled tightly into my mouth and my whole body stiffened. My cock jerked involuntarily and my stomach tightened. I suffered, knowing full well that this was only the beginning and that there would be no "out". This woman would give me pleasure, but I'd be forced to pay--and pay dearly-for it.

She backed up a foot or so, ran her fingers over her labia and watched me fry again, then turned and bent over. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she eased them down over her firm, rounded ass. I immersed my mind in the dark, musky cleft between her cheeks and took another shock. In four seconds I took another...then another.

I watched closely, seeing her drop her panties and spread her legs just as another shock hit my dick. It hurt--and I winced--but the pain of it was less than before. I was getting used to it.

When the woman turned and looked me in the eye, I knew she'd noticed. Without breaking eye contact, she reached over and turned up the voltage on the shocker. Leaning in my direction, she unhooked her bra and allowed her perfect breasts to dangle before me. I shifted my gaze to her hard, pink nipples--and steeled myself for the pain.

Minutes later it was over. My Mistress turned off the shocker, then came over and leaned down to stroke my forehead and gently squeeze my tortured balls. I looked up at her, feeling shaken, but relieved. I'd taken 80 shocks, each set of ten having been delivered at a higher voltage. I'd put on quite a show, screaming piteously into the gag as my helpless meat was repeatedly and painfully fried. I felt I had suffered well.

Instead of releasing me, though, the woman announced that while I'd been a good little slut thus far, I hadn't fully discharged my debt. She said the joy of watching such a remarkably attractive woman exhibit herself was worth much more and that I'd have to do better. Looking at her, now clothed in only heels and hose, I had to agree. She was truly beautiful and had willingly shown me her body. Despite what I'd just been through, I knew I deserved to pay a higher price for my pleasure. I looked down at by bound and wired sex and easily surmised my fate. My suspicion was confirmed when she spoke once more.

"I'm going to fry your cock again, slut. You're going to take twenty more shocks for me."

As I listened, reality set in. I began to panic, shaking my head from side to side, screaming "No-o-o-o-o!" through my gag.

"Don't give me 'no', slut!" she snapped. "You're here to suffer, and suffer you will!"

The woman reached for the intensity control and rotated it clockwise. "If I were you," she advised, "I'd be concentrating on your Mistress' body."

I knew she was right. Ogling her would be the only way I'd be able to endure more shocks. Still fearful, I returned my attention to the object of my desire, watching as she once again bent over with her delicious bottom facing me. This time, however, she spread both her legs and her buttocks. Then, backing up, she ground her succulent pussy against my gag.

"Go ahead," the woman breathed. "Nuzzle me. Feel how wet I am. Think what it'd be like to eat me."

Immediately I complied, rubbing my face along the entire length of her crotch and savoring the feel of her nether hair against my cheeks. I probed her tightest opening with the tip of my nose and longed to taste her there. Intoxicated by woman scent, I then slid the bridge of my nose between the soft, moist folds of her sex--and waited for the distinctive "click" of the shocker switch. ?I was about to pay up.

The End

What He Needed

"So you want to see me naked," remarked the statuesque, thirtyish beauty. Seating herself and crossing her legs, she pondered aloud, "I wonder if you're ready to pay the price." Her voice was stern and her words held a note of challenge, as if to suggest that I might not be up to what lay ahead.

Kneeling naked before her--blindfolded, collared, cuffed and gagged--I was unable to answer on my own. If I'd been permitted to speak, I'd have rushed to say that I was more than ready. In fact, I was hot for it. I was hot to see this woman's body and yes, to pay well for the privilege--with my pain. I'd asked to suffer by the cock and balls; now it was about to happen.

I didn't have to wait long. I soon felt hands on my genitals, stroking, twisting, squeezing. My cock began to respond, but before it became fully erect, I felt the bite of Velcro-lined clothespins being applied, one after the other, to my hardening meat. They hurt, each one like a small, red-hot pincer gripping my most tender flesh. I squirmed and moaned, trying to relax and get into it, fighting the urge to cry out. I felt this was a test, a measure of my commitment, and I was determined to pass.

Very gradually the sensation changed from pain to pleasure. By the time I'd taken maybe thirty of the clamps, I'd settled down. I began to welcome each new clothespin as it was attached to my dick and my moans now had an entirely different tone. I spread my legs wider and thrust my hips forward, inviting more.

"God, you're such a slut!" the woman exclaimed, quickly rewarding my enthusiasm with additional clothespins, this time on my balls.

When she'd finished, fifty of the wicked little devices clung to my genitals. As a crowning touch, she attached five-ounce weights to ten of them and had me rise up on my knees so they could hang freely. A louder, more plaintive moan escaped my gagged mouth, eliciting quiet laughter from her as she got up and walked behind me into an adjacent room.

I knelt there in silence, the pain in my sex gradually lessening to a dull ache. I told myself that it was right and proper for me to be where I was and as I awaited her return, I began to replay in my mind how it all began.

I recalled lying in bed one morning with a raging hard-on, masturbating. I'd been enjoying my favorite fantasy--that of having my genitals tortured while an attractive woman stripped and displayed her body for me. As always, the woman was incredibly sensual, taking obvious pleasure in turning me on. She was also heartless--and cruel. She truly enjoyed seeing a man endure real agony for the pleasure of watching her. Playing out the scene in my mind, I'd brought myself to an incredible, shuddering climax. When I'd come down to earth, physically satiated but still very aroused, I'd resolved to fulfill my fantasy.

I'd then tried the standard approaches--placing ads online and responding to ones from women seeking to model for a fee. I'd even called an agency offering escorts and strippers for private parties. None of these efforts had proved fruitful. Just when I'd about given up on the whole idea, I'd received a call from a woman I'd met at a local club and whom I'd told of my fantasy. Not only did she understand what I was looking for, but she'd been thinking about it since we'd met and was genuinely eager for the encounter. I'd been in heaven!

Now I was in her private play space and my fantasy was about to become reality. I wondered how she was attired. I'd asked that she wear a tight, revealing dress, bra, thong-style panties, and thigh-high stockings. I hoped she had honored my request. I also hoped she would delight in teasing me, stripping slowly so my eyes could linger on her beauty as I prepared myself to suffer. In my mind I saw her dancing totally nude, slowly and suggestively allowing me long looks at the soft, round, feminine parts of her body. I imagined her bending at the waist and spreading her bottom cheeks, revealing to me her most intimate charms and urging me to lust for her. I expected to see some wonderful sights.

I also knew what a sight I must be, with my wrists locked behind my back and my cock and balls covered with weighted clamps! I began to relish my feelings of humiliation and vulnerability and I longed for what was to come. Almost unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth, causing the weights to swing and pull harder on my meat.

"You like that, do you, Boy?" I heard her ask.

Startled, I froze-and then nodded my head. I realized I'd been caught in the act of sluttishly tormenting myself and I was embarrassed. There was no telling how long she'd been standing there watching me!

"You know that's just the appetizer, Darling," she said. "Soon you'll get the main course."

Abruptly she removed the weights and clothespins and roughly massaged my genitals. The sensation was intense, causing me to buckle in pain. However, I forced myself to straighten up and give myself to it, hoping to show my willingness to please her.

"Good boy," said the woman. "Stay with it. There's more."

She then freed my hands and took off my blindfold. I was enthralled by what I saw. Standing over me was my new Mistress, a gorgeous creature in a black spandex dress that clung to her body like a second skin. It stopped maybe seven inches above her knees and clearly outlined her stocking tops. Damn, she was beautiful! I could hardly wait to see her naked.

"Nice, huh?" she queried, slowly turning so I could see her from all sides.

I nodded again, my eyes beginning to glaze in anticipation.

"Well then, let?s find out how much you appreciate what you see. Harden your cock for me," she ordered.

Obediently I reached for my meat and started playing with it, concentrating on the woman's spandex-covered thighs. It was humbling though wonderfully hot for me to be there, nude, manipulating myself to erection while she looked on. I felt submissive, powerless and very excited.

I looked expectantly at the woman. Slow, sensual music played in the background as she strolled to the center of the room and began to dance. Her movements were fluid, deliberate, obviously designed to excite. I watched, truly becoming a slut in heat as her lush body strained against the fabric of her dress. I hungered to see more of her.

I stared intently as she came forward, stopped maybe three feet in front of me and began slowly raising the hem of her dress. The dress rose past the tops of her sheer black stockings and before long it was around her waist, giving me a perfect view of her upper thighs and the curves beneath her black thong panties. I was entranced. I riveted my eyes on her warm, smooth, naked flesh and lightly stroked my dick, feeling it swell. As I continued to look, she removed her dress entirely, sank to her hands and knees and raised her luscious ass toward me. Lusting for her, I brought myself to full erection.

"That's right, slut, enjoy the view," the woman said. "I want you hot for me when you f-r-y."

With that she got to her feet and backed away, letting what she'd said sink in. Yes, in a few short minutes I would "fry". My knees would be parted and cuffed to a spreader bar and my cock and balls would be wired to an electrical shocking device. With my wrist cuffs once more locked behind me, I'd be totally at the mercy of my lovely captor. For more than ten minutes she'd dance for me, stopping every few seconds to pose and to watch the shocker take its four-second toll on my sex. Though that was what I'd wanted, what I'd asked for, I suddenly found myself terribly afraid. I wanted out.

Just as I was about to stand up, remove my gag and disgrace myself by ending the session, a female voice broke into my thoughts.

"Prepare yourself," she said, her voice firm and full of meaning.

I watched her walk toward me--until her pantied crotch was but an inch from my face. I could smell the delicate perfume of her sex and could see the damp indentation in her panties below her pubic mound. My hormones took over and my resolve to escape evaporated. I gave my cock a few more strokes, wantonly hardening it, making it ready for torture. When it was thoroughly rigid, I tied it off--it and my cum-filled balls--with a leather cord. I then attached the electrodes, secured my knees to the spreader bar and placed my hands behind my back.

My Mistress quickly locked my cuffs together, placed the shocker switch within reach of my fingers, and then resumed her position in front of me. This time, however, she pulled my face to her, burying my nose between her legs. Even before she spoke, I understood what I was to do. I was again frightened.

"I want you to push the button, slut," she said, her voice soft but compelling. "I want you to fry your cock and balls for me."

I sat motionless, putting off the inevitable, inhaling deeply of her aroma.

"C'mon, Boy," I heard her say, her voice now more insistent. "Do it!"

Still I waited, mustering the courage to obey. The woman pulled the front of her panties inward and up, exposing her downy labia and the patch of dark brown hair above them.

"Slut, if you don't push the button, I'm going to push it," she continued. "First, though, I'll increase the voltage, making it hurt that much more. It's your choice."

There wasn't really much of a choice. I knew how painful the shocks would be, even at minimal voltage, and I didn't wish to start out in any more agony than was necessary. I pressed my face between the woman's inner thighs, felt her pubic hair on my forehead and quickly tripped the switch.

Four seconds later the first hot jolt of current passed through my sex. I screamed into the gag buckled tightly into my mouth and my whole body stiffened. My cock jerked involuntarily and my stomach tightened. I suffered, knowing full well that this was only the beginning and that there would be no "out". This woman would give me pleasure, but I'd be forced to pay--and pay dearly-for it.

She backed up a foot or so, ran her fingers over her labia and watched me fry again, then turned and bent over. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she eased them down over her firm, rounded ass. I immersed my mind in the dark, musky cleft between her cheeks and took another shock. In four seconds I took another...then another.

I watched closely, seeing her drop her panties and spread her legs just as another shock hit my dick. It hurt--and I winced--but the pain of it was less than before. I was getting used to it.

When the woman turned and looked me in the eye, I knew she'd noticed. Without breaking eye contact, she reached over and turned up the voltage on the shocker. Leaning in my direction, she unhooked her bra and allowed her perfect breasts to dangle before me. I shifted my gaze to her hard, pink nipples--and steeled myself for the pain.

Minutes later it was over. My Mistress turned off the shocker, then came over and leaned down to stroke my forehead and gently squeeze my tortured balls. I looked up at her, feeling shaken, but relieved. I'd taken 80 shocks, each set of ten having been delivered at a higher voltage. I'd put on quite a show, screaming piteously into the gag as my helpless meat was repeatedly and painfully fried. I felt I had suffered well.

Instead of releasing me, though, the woman announced that while I'd been a good little slut thus far, I hadn't fully discharged my debt. She said the joy of watching such a remarkably attractive woman exhibit herself was worth much more and that I'd have to do better. Looking at her, now clothed in only heels and hose, I had to agree. She was truly beautiful and had willingly shown me her body. Despite what I'd just been through, I knew I deserved to pay a higher price for my pleasure. I looked down at by bound and wired sex and easily surmised my fate. My suspicion was confirmed when she spoke once more.

"I'm going to fry your cock again, slut. You're going to take twenty more shocks for me."

As I listened, reality set in. I began to panic, shaking my head from side to side, screaming "No-o-o-o-o!" through my gag.

"Don't give me 'no', slut!" she snapped. "You're here to suffer, and suffer you will!"

The woman reached for the intensity control and rotated it clockwise. "If I were you," she advised, "I'd be concentrating on your Mistress' body."

I knew she was right. Ogling her would be the only way I'd be able to endure more shocks. Still fearful, I returned my attention to the object of my desire, watching as she once again bent over with her delicious bottom facing me. This time, however, she spread both her legs and her buttocks. Then, backing up, she ground her succulent pussy against my gag.

"Go ahead," the woman breathed. "Nuzzle me. Feel how wet I am. Think what it'd be like to eat me."

Immediately I complied, rubbing my face along the entire length of her crotch and savoring the feel of her nether hair against my cheeks. I probed her tightest opening with the tip of my nose and longed to taste her there. Intoxicated by woman scent, I then slid the bridge of my nose between the soft, moist folds of her sex--and waited for the distinctive "click" of the shocker switch. ?I was about to pay up.

The End

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Hi folks. Hand shake for boys and boobs shake for girls. I’m going to narrate a fictional story. This story is about three couples exploring the naughty world together. Just imagine whatever is happening. It is not a real story. For those who think sex after marriage is monotonous and is not much enjoyable, this story tells how it was different in my case. Well, I was married to a beautiful girl who was also brilliant. We both were working in top companies. Our sex life rocked at the beginning...

Whats a Mother to DO

Introduction: story of a mother with manyquestions to life and child rearing A WORD OF CAUTION TO ONE AND ALL: This and any other story submitted and published by perv4lilgrrls may, shall and will contain conversation, situations and instances which may seem offensive to none, some and/or all persons who dare endeavor to peruse said story(s). If you fall into any of the above categories, please be aware that constructive criticism is more than welcome. Those who just wish to complain, moan,...

Whats Her Price

Introduction: A website actually worked I would like to say I had a sob story, but like most people I am over dramatic about my own life. I grew up in a good home, until my parents divorced when I was in 6th grade. While my parents were both supportive and loving, I lived with my mother and missed out on a lot of Man time with my dad, so I never learned the unlimited self confidence a lot of guys have. I have seen many guys who were ugly, broke and balding still have no trouble going up to any...

Whats done under the son

"Ohhh mr. Jonas!" Rayana, his new intern moaned in a voice that would make any man melt. "Please fuck me daddy!" Mr. Jonas thought that maybe for a moment he mightve been way over his head. He also kinda felt bad about the fact that he was cheating on his wife, a wonderful women who worked so hard to make their marriage work. But Rayana was so sexy she stood at 5'5 and she had ebony brown skin she had DD tits and had a round back side with nice thick legs with a clean shaved pussy....

Whatsapp fun

Last night, (Saturday) with me showing MrsC the stories I had put on here she changed, I thought I was in trouble for putting our fun into words but she liked it, we do not know where Tony is we didn't get his number (like fools) we the best friend fro the first one is still on the scene in a way, only because of the power of the internet we found him again, well MrsC started to ask questions about him when I said I had spoken to him, questions like how is he?, where is he now? Is he married"...

Whatsapp Sexting With The Arabic Girl

Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net Hello, readers, I am JACK (name changed) am a very big fan of Indian Sex Stories we can read awesome stories here but I don’t think no one posted sexting ever well. I am a social freak and I regularly do sexting with random people. I am posting this conversation because Emma (girl name in the sex story) likes it. So, I am gonna share my sexting with you all. Please ignore spelling mistakes and grammar thing because it’s what’s...

Whatsapp To What A Fuck

Hello everyone this is Samar from Punjab currently living in Chandigarh. I am a regular reader of ISS from many past years. Finally time to post my own story after reading thousands of stories from ISS please forgive my mistakes. I am a good looking (maybeJ) 5’11” and have athletic body 6”+ dick can satisfy a woman. I have many encounters prior to this with my girlfriends but the girl in this story was my best sex partner till date. Her name is Sonal (name changed). Her stats are 34-27-36. The...

The Incentive He Needed

Jack was studying the report and hadn’t heard the first instruction, and jumped as twenty-three-year-old Emma stood by him, glaring down at him, and ordered, “I don’t like asking a second time, but I want a coffee.” Jack blushed as he looked up at his ever so dominant personal assistant, and immediately stood up and said, “I am really sorry, Miss.” He thought she looked so authoritative with her shoulder-length dark brown hair and her sleeveless light blue dress with its white belt and a hem...

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Cameraman Needed

After moving to Los Angeles, finding a steady job was not quite as easy as I had imagined. I found myself bouncing from one production to another as a production assistant for low budget movies, television shows, and commercials. Trust me - it sounds way more impressive than it actually is. My biggest issue was that it seemed to be a club of insiders and the idea of it ‘not being what you know, but who you know’ was more realistic than I thought possible. I moved out here dreaming of being a...

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Introduction: Young couple who fall in love and fall back out what will happen? The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window. Kevin kicked back the reclining chair, raising the footrest, and...

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Lew- I took this from a Blog I was advised to read. I contacted the lady through the anonymity of email who gave permission to reproduce here but did not want to meet or be identified in any way - understandably - just so long as the names were changed. She wrote it in 2015 and it was “her therapy” to assuage any guilt about it but assured me she and her family are all happy satisfied individuals without any ‘hangups’ - here’s her story. My name is Marie and I’ve been very happily married to...

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So, it's was Mike's company's Christmas party and they do this very fancy gala at a ballroom in a swanky hotel. He needed a date. Someone who would impress his boss and be great eye candy on his arm for his colleagues. He wanted a gorgeous woman who would dress elegantly but also slightly sexy. A lady that would be able to have intelligent conversation with his contemporaries, make the men stare and the women be slightly envious. The evening could help his career tremendously and he...

Whats A Master The End

Like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun. It was my downfall. And again, like Icarus, it was my own fault. I made a bad decision, and I came spinning down from the heights of passion to the depths of despair. My story was going so well. Ursula cared deeply for me, her Roger, and I adored her with my complete soul. Who would have thought it would end this way? Cynthia and Carl had broken up. Who was to blame for that? I hadn’t a clue, really. Perhaps nobody was. Perhaps it was just life...

Whats Her Price The Bedroom

Introduction: My evening with Chloe continues I followed behind Chloe as she lead me to her bedroom, my feet shuffling since my pants and boxers were still around my ankles. She didnt turn on the light in the bedroom, but the light from the living room was sufficient to give the bedroom a nice ambiance. Chloe had switched on her sleep sounding machine, and the room was filled with the sounds of a thunderstorm on a beach. Chloe grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to her and wrapped my...

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Came home from the club last night, great evening, I don't drink anyway so no bad heads and knew what I was doing.Went and had a shower and was in bed by about 1130pm. Being Saturday the next day, no work so could have a little lay in. I woke at about 9am and sun was shining, clock is running oddly, says its Sunday 3rd, I went to bed on Saturday 2nd, Odd.Got out of bed and glimpsed myself in the mirror and nearly passed out. I like to wear a little fem gear, usually just tights (pantyhose) or...

Whats up Doc Part 2

They commanded her to undress and get up on the steel operating table.Much to their chargin she spat at them and told them to fuck off.As he grabbed the scalpel.Jason felt his cock spring to life.He sliced her wickedly,from just below her left shoulder blade down onto her boob.The slash was about 2 inches and deep.She started bleeding profusely.In slow motion she looked down at her breast and the growing crimson patch.When she looked back up at them the change the cut had wreaked on her was...

Whats In The Name Shazstoned

It was a Saturday night some years ago, I was home alone, it was time to dress fully for the first time. I showered and had a good shave. I started with my false eyelashes on the top and bottom of my eyes, next the foundation and powder, eye shadow, a glittery green, dark red blusher to highlight my cheeks, black eye liner and masscarra followed. I added bright red lippy, all was applied quite heavy, how I like it. I got myself dressed, basque, seemed stockings and thong all in black, a very...

A WellLived Life Book 2 JenniferChapter 4 Just What I Needed

June 1978 Bethany called early on Friday morning to invite me to dinner. I was happy to accept. She said that she would be seeing Doctor Mercer that afternoon and would get a recommendation. I thanked her and said I’d see her later. I called Anna to chat. Her parents would be gone from June 26th through the 30th. I told her that any of those days would be fine, and I would make sure I worked mornings and early afternoons. She was happy, told me she was concerned about me, and was excited...

The Therapy I Needed

My name is Scott Radner and it was the end of May 1970 and I had been out of the United States Marine Corps for a grand total of 9 weeks. I had returned Stateside from ‘Nam nearly 6 months ago on a medical evacuation flight after I had gotten busted up when the chopper I was traveling on was shot down. I was a 2 digit midget as they used to say when you were really short in your tour and about to be rotated back to the States when it had happened. I was finishing up my 2nd tour in ‘Nam...

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I bought a present for my niece’s birthday last week but when we gave it to her, it didn’t work properly, so today… I took it back. The young lady on the customer service desk was about 22 and a really bubbly girl. So friendly, and I noticed, very pretty, with medium length blonde hair, lovely blue eyes, and a smile that would warm the coldest of hearts. She was dressed in the store uniform red fitted shirt, which accentuated her lovely figure, and tight black pants. I explained the problem...

Whats A Master Part One

Cynthia was an old friend. She and I had been good friends for a long time. I knew her, and trusted her with my life and heart. She had never failed me. It was at her instigation that I went out with a dear friend of hers. This friend was someone from another group, another gathering that I had never met. Cynthia was a friend, but she also had her secrets to which I had never been privy. For whatever reason, Cynthia felt that Ursula and I would hit it off. We were about to find out this very...

Whats gotten into Carry

‘Shit, Carry!’ I shouted. I must admit, when things get good, I have this habit of cussing. Like when Carry sucked on my dick harder than ever before. Carry’s always been great at giving head, but holy shit! Something else had gotten into her. Something wild. Carry was my girlfriend of two years. We met our sophomore year in college and immediately hit it off. Things had been great, in fact I’d been thinking that after we graduate, I’d ask her to marry me. Carry’s sweet, smart, and sexy....

Whats A Master Part Three

Our relationship continued and deepened. It was getting better and better. She had accepted that I was her Master, but in name only. I was not really that into it. I was very indulgent. For a sub she did pretty much whatever she wanted to do. It was actually quite charming in its own way. And we adored each other. My Ursula was a perfect woman, in every way. She was bright, very articulate, and engaging. And her beauty was outstanding. She had lovely, short, raven hair, and a body to die for,...

Whats A Master Part Two

Several weeks after I had met Ursula, with the help of Cynthia, my old friend, I received an invitation from Ursula to a party at her home in the suburbs of our east coast city. I readily accepted. I had grown to adore Ursula. I was so lucky that she was not married yet. That definitely gave me an opening. I knew the lifestyle she practiced and I was not horrified. I was fascinated. We had met a few times in the interim, and each time we had been conventional lovers. I had fucked her, sucked...

Whats Next

What’s Next? Three Months Ago Sarah quietly tiptoed into their bedroom, glad for once that Ashley could sleep through a nuclear war. She was late. Really late. She got caught up at work on a project and ended up in conference with some client reps in Geneva. It was their ‘morning’ and they couldn’t have cared less that it was her ‘night’ and far beyond normal business hours. Tonight was date night and they had had plans. She hang up her ‘power suit’ and put the black pumps with the 4” heels...

Whats a young ninja to do

Disclaimer: No naruto characters belong to me, other than OC's. AN: Slow start, but dont worry. it will get better the further in you go. For obvious reasons, being 5 is too young for anything. So at a later date ages will become legal before things occur. In the quiet peaceful village known as konoha live many people, consisting mainly of shinobi. People who train to become strong, for their village, to pass missions, or simply to quench their thirst for power, among a chaotic world of...

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the office fetishthis incident happened to me 4 years back.. when i was travelling wid my boss to india for a buiseness meet.my boss was a beautiful woman.. black long hair.. big beautiful eyes.. n awesome succulent breasts.. i always had a fetish for her.. she wud catch me looking at her times.. but i just laughed it off.. one day v were both assigned to go to delhi in india.. n were staying in d hotel .. while travelling i couldnt stop looking at her.. n she looked at me.. n kissed me...

Whats a Girl to Do A Halloween Story

All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and...

Whats a Girl to Do A Halloween Story

I really shouldn’t do it. I know what I am getting myself in for, but it’s been a long time and I really need some relief. I’m desperate and even the best vibrator can’t satisfy me most of the time. I need a man... or a woman. I know going to the party is risky, but what’s a girl to do? I really need some relief, and everyone normally treats me like they don’t even see me.They’ll see me tonight, though. The Tri-Delta’s are having a Halloween party and it is going to be out of this world. They...

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The Night I Needed

It was a night I needed, a night I had craved for a long time, anonymous and debauched. Filled with hot sweaty sex, nothing more, nothing less. The night was hot and muggy, sticky but in a good way, the kind that makes you think of sweat soaked bodies moving to the rhythm of sex and god was I horny. I was sitting at my laptop idly looking at porn, slowly touching myself when I decided to go looking, hunting you might say. But hunting for something particular. I wanted to meet someone or...

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Just What I needed

“Screw you, asshole,” my girlfriend of three years said to me right before slamming the door in my face. I was holding my possessions and valuables in my arms; the rest of my meager belongings were in the trunk of my car. I didn’t think Sally would be so heartless and selfish as to throw me out during the middle of a snow storm at six o’clock in the evening, but I guess I had misjudged the situation and misjudged her. Sally was, and always had been the self- centered type, but that was one of...

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I got what i wanted she got what she needed

Kim always had a thing for big cocks. I'm pretty well endowed with a 8 in fat curved cock . We always fantasized about sharing a bbc .I've always been open minded and wanted to please a black man and have him come all over my face as me and my wife sucked him off . Enough back round . Kim was working in the city as a receptionist in a big bank . She was always talking about kenny the office manager from Jamaica and how nice he is and what a great smile he has. He was always very helpful , if...

Drastic action was needed

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Just What She Needed

I wrote this for a friend after that "Ask me one question" trend got around to her and she asked how I would torture her, I told her I could explain it better in a story, so here it is, hope you enjoy it. This is my first BDSM story, any feedback would be greatly appreciated. “I'm fucking done with men in clubs! He was such a fucking loser! He couldn't keep it up long enough for me to even get into it!” I said over the club music when my friend Grace asked me about my most recent 'night club...

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Just What She Needed

“He was such a loser! He couldn't keep it up long enough for me to even get into it!” I said over the club music when my friend Grace asked me about my most recent 'night club score' gone wrong. “Oh come on Chrissy it couldn't have been that bad,” Rachel, my other friend said. “Really? The guy only lasted for eight fucking minutes, and when he was fucking me he was going extremely slow like he knew he had poor stamina! He did eat an ok pussy but that just isn't enough, I...

Six Times A DayPart 69 Just What I Needed

Alan woke up that Monday morning feeling fantastic. He thought, The fun I had over the weekend was great, and last night ... Wow! That fashion show, did that really happen? And Mom and Aunt Suzy sucking me off together! Perfection! Dang, that was golden. And all the love we shared together. Boy, that was special. However, a sense of dread soon crept in. But now it's time to pay the piper. I've got a big math test in a matter of hours and I haven't studied at all. Nothing. Nada. I'm...

Exactly What I Needed

It’s been the longest day as I walk into the house and drop my oversized purse on the floor next to the door. I don’t even bother hanging up the keys, they’re already in my jacket pocket and it has found its place next to my purse. I look around though and see that the day is about to take a turn for the better. There in the middle of the living room, on the carpet, I see a picnic blanket laid out with strawberries on a plate and champagne chilling in front of the fireplace. ‘Crazy boy’, I...

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The trio walked down the corridor and entered their quarters to find utter dismay. On the far side of the room, Nelson was huddled fearfully with the Safis. He had good reason. In a nearer corner, Tina held a sobbing, struggling Annie. When she saw the trio enter, Annie began screaming, “The bastard was raping my baby for years, and I never knew. She didn’t tell me, but...” pointing at Jason, “she told you the first chance she got. AND THEN you let her sleep with you. Are you grooming her...

Whats Taking So Long

Never ask your wife, "What's taking so long?" while she is getting dressed to go out to a fancy dinner or you just might find out what takes so long, as I did. My name is Brian and my wife is Jamie. At the time of this story we had been married about three years. Jamie's job requires her to attend some very fancy parties and dinners once or twice a month and yours truly was always her escort. This adventure began one fateful Friday evening. We were going to one of these...

Security Gangbang Needed

By: Friskee_cpl Security!! I was in one of my moods. I really felt like going out and screwing myself senseless. My hubby Steve was away for the week leaving me here to fend for myself. I had watched a few pornos and even masturbated in front of the web cam for some bloke overseas but I was still bored and horny. I decided to head in town and see if I could pick up. I thought about going to a pub but most blokes there are just old drunks at this time of the day. I threw on...

Just What I Needed

It’s been a while since I’ve written, but the mood struck as I sit on the back deck on a beautiful, but hot Father’s Day morning. It’s a wonderful day as I sit here in my T-shirt and panties, my gorgeous teen yo daughter sunbathing topless with almost thong bottoms (yes, our backyard is 100% private. No one can see us), awaiting the arrival of my 24 & 28 year old daughters. Very rarely do I get to see them all on the same day. My girlfriend is cooking in a semi-sheer gown, nude underneath....

No Words Needed

I sit at the bar and sip my drink slowly. I scan the room while half-listening to my friend, talking about some new guy in her life. I’m not really interested in her latest lay, as I am looking for mine right now. This is usually such a good place to come and meet someone. I’m about to give up and just go home alone, when I spot you from across the room. You are sitting in the back of the bar all alone. It seems as though you are looking for someone and when our eyes meet it becomes clear, you...

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Whats Taking So Long Part 5

What's taking so long? (Part 5) Never ask your wife, "What's taking so long?" while she is getting dressed to go out to a fancy dinner. I did, and so far it's been very interesting... The story continues... Briana Returns During dinner on Wednesday, Jamie had asked me to take Friday off again. She wanted Briana back for the weekend. I knew that she liked my feminine side, but it surprised me that she wanted it back so soon. So, on Thursday I checked on taking Friday off. It...

Whats Taking So Long Part 6

What's Taking So Long? Part 6 By Teddie Never ask your wife, "What's taking so long?" while she is getting dressed to go out to a fancy dinner. I did, and so far it's been very interesting... We continue... Briana Forever Jamie had fooled me into going to the Queen's Court by myself, by feigning being ill. She showed up at the club after I did, to enjoy the 'Amateur Contest' in which she had entered me. After the contest we were sitting with Shelly and Cathy, and just...

Whats your name again

- Both characters were 19 -They now have their own house as Jeremy is an engineer and Laura is an intern at a hospital. -They live in upstate New York. "What's your name again?" My name is Jeremy. I am 26 years old and live happily with my wife Laura. This is the story of how we took each others virginity. Let's start at the beginning. We met in kindergarten. I remember seeing her first come in and feeling the urge to pick on her so badly. Back then I didn't know any...

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