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AMUSE-BOUCHES

AMUSE-BOUCHES

 

A second selection of Startersby Velvetglove

 

Author?s Note

 

The three stories in this Selection are written from the dominant?s point of view. Like my milder Selection entitled ?Hors d?Oeuvres?, I found these three whilst tidying up my PC and decided to post rather than delete them. They are not short stories but simply first chapters to novels. If there is sufficient interest in any of them, I may write and post more parts.

The three little amuse-bouches that follow are:

?Come screw over the cuckold?s nest? which is the start of a diarised account of the takeover of a submissive married couple by a younger female (F/mf, slow, consensual).

?Running through my mind? introducing a male dominant mind-control story and, as such, it is non-consensual. The start is quite mild, but could lead anywhere (M/f, mc).

?A tray of Amuse-bouches? was written before I embarked on After the Pestilence. It is non-consensual, quite extreme and inspired by an idea of Llambik?s (M/mf, BDSM, nc).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Come screw over the cuckold?s nest

 

 

 

?Submissive married m/f couple seek a Special Mistress or perhaps Dominant Couple. No single males please. We are looking for a LTR with the right person, maybe live-in 24/7. We are late-30s and would prefer somebody our age but younger is fine. Please get in touch.?

 

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21st July 2001

 

Dear Diary,

I have never kept a diary before. Well, not since I was a girl and used to fill in the first week of January before I got bored or lost it ! But one day I would like you both to read this and know what was going on in my head at the time. In turn, I may have you two keep a diary too for my amusement ! My name is Millie and I have just responded to your advert. I am 22 years old and a totally genuine ?Special Mistress?, although sadly without a lot of real experience (yet !). It is Saturday 21st July and, having made my decision, I can?t wait for your reply. I hope you are as real as I am. Fuck it?s hot, hot, hot. Time for a cold shower. xxx.

 

22nd July 2001

 

Oh boy ! So much has happened in the past 30 hours. Thanks to the wonders of technology. How did people cope in the old days with just ads in the back of magazines and maybe the occasional fetish club ?

You are real ! I have seen your photos and spoken to you both on the phone. This is going to work !! I can?t wait for tomorrow evening. In the meantime I should confess a few of my thoughts before it?s too late.

I am Millie Ratchet. A Student Nurse and, frankly, sick to the teeth of the long hours, low pay and filthy bedpans. I decided there must be a better way of making a living. And, when I thought about doing what I really enjoy, I thought about sex.

Not as a prostitute ! Or even professional domme work.

I thought about having one submissive, or even better a couple (mmm ? naughty, naughty) and being a ?kept woman?. And that?s when I began reading the online ads seriously. Mack?s in Europe for 3 months and so I have complete freedom. And then your advert caught my eye ?

 

Candy, one day when you read this, I want you to know how I felt seeing your photo and speaking to you that first time. I am not a lesbian. People might dispute that seeing as I?ve already had two girlfriends whilst at school and college. But I am genuinely not physically or emotionally attracted to women in any normal sense. My interest is strictly dominant. I love women licking my cunt because they do it better than men. I love them tonguing my anus likewise. But I have no interest in reciprocating (yuk), no desire to please them, except in the narrow sense of satisfying their masochistic needs. I am looking at your photo on my screen now, Candy, imagining you between my thighs as I type. You have a pretty face Candy. Those strawberry blonde locks and pale blue eyes and that impish smile. Oh it will be fun.

And Ellis ? What sort of name is that ? I?ve only had one sub boyfriend so far Ellis. There was a limit to what I could do to him because I was fond of him. But Ellis, you know what ? There is no limit to what I could do to a man I?m not fond of. Kinda handsome you may be, for a man your age, but good looks are not enough to guarantee mercy I?m afraid.

As I said to you on the phone, I?m coming to screw over your little nest !! Cum really will fly !! But not yours Ellis. Oh I know that hot talk excited you but just you wait. Reality will be soooo very different. So, that?s it. Time for a little tryst with my vibrator and then bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day !

 

24th July

 

Forty four hours have passed. I am writing this at the desk in your bedroom. Your ex-bedroom, the master suite you have vacated for me ! Too much has happened since I arrived for me to cover it in much detail. I left home yesterday morning. Said goodbye to mum and told her some shit story about linking up with Mack in Europe. Said I?d write or call soon. Got the train here. Two and a half hours. You came to the station to meet me. You have two cars, ?his? BMW saloon and ?her? little 2-seater Mazda convertible. Such a clich?. I have ?appropriated? Candy?s car for myself and we can share the BMW. To be honest, I prefer being driven. Ellis you can wear a suit and we must get you a chauffeur?s peak cap. The house is just as you said; big, luxurious and secluded.

 

But the best bit was making you both strip for me as soon as we got in the house. Just think, Candy, you were sixteen years old and already the proud owner of those big tits when I was only being born and now, here I am, 22 years later, bouncing them in my hands and tugging your nipples in your own kitchen. I loved your face when Ellis knelt and kissed my feet and then my buttocks up my skirt. Jealousy ? Of him ? Or of me ? I saw you looking enviously at my youth. Don?t worry, Candy, I have every intention of dieting and training you back to those days. And I have just the ?moisturiser? for those wrinkles that have just started to frame your pretty blue eyes.

 

In the meantime, you don?t know it yet, but I think I shall fuck that husband of yours. Just once, of course. Before I cage him up. I want you to know what it?s like to watch your spouse having sex with somebody else. After 12 years of fidelity, both of you are gradually moving towards the inevitable. Can you imagine how my pussy will feel to him ? Even with a condom. Young. New. Thrilling. You?ll see it on his face, the lust. And then you will kneel and drink his disgusting seed after its been emptied into a saucer. It will almost certainly be the only time I cuckold you with him. But you won?t know that. You will never be certain if and when you?ll be cuckolded again. Maybe I?ll let him have an affair with some neighbour in your village if there?s somebody desperate enough ?

 

It is now later, almost midnight. I have drunk a little too much of your fine wine. Ellis is standing tied spread eagled in the dressing room door frame. He is lit by moonlight. How fucking romantic. Do you remember how you felt that night Ellis, all those years ago by the time you read this diary entry ? That cock of yours encased in the Kali I brought with me in readiness. You did a good job having sex with me. Adequate oral and almost average fucking. We can still work on your oral at least. Aren?t we a match made in heaven ? You want enforced chastity and I want to enforce it on somebody. Well, more than one male actually, but beggars can?t be choosers ! We both get to realise our fantasy. But I bet I enjoy mine more than you enjoy yours. I am writing this wondering how that steel bracelet feels around your equipment ? Maybe I will have you describe it for me in your diary. And I wonder how you felt watching me grind myself on your wife?s face. That woman you promised to love, cherish and honour or however the line goes. Anyway, my wrist hurts. Candy is now tied tight to the foot of the bed. Sleep well. Bitches !

 

27th July

 

Apologies, Diary, but I have been soooooo busy ! It is Friday afternoon. There is too much to tell again. Hopefully things will sort of fall into place as the weeks and months go by. Firstly, practicalities. We have agreed my deal. To the outside world I am just a niece come to lodge with her ?aunt? and ?uncle? while she studies nearby. We have put some of my stuff in the guest bedroom in case any nosey visitors come snooping. We go into town every Friday and Ellis withdraws two thousand in cash from his account for my weekly pay and more for the weekly housekeeping we need. He has plenty of money. Enough for five years plus at this rate but I have no desire to be greedy. Two grand is already about three times what I earned after tax as a nurse ! I wonder how much you?ll have left by the time you are reading this ?

 

And today was my first ?pay day? ! We went to Candy?s favourite store and I bought myself a gorgeous new dress, trendy jeans, several tops and some lacy lingerie that I always wanted but could never afford. Then in a novelty shop we bought a cheap PVC maid?s outfit for Candy out of the housekeeping money. It?s the type you see advertised in the back of Sunday magazines, a sort of fantasy ?dressing up? party outfit. That should keep us going until the huge package from the online sex store arrives ! The town itself is a good size. About 50,000 population. Enough bars and clubs to have a bit of fun. They?re one or two places that look like they may be fun for me to hang out in. And I spotted a couple of seedy dives that I?m looking forward to taking Candy to ! I?ve got so many ideas for your lovers. Best of all though, will be finding a guy you and Ellis already know. That will be a nice juicy affair for their friends to gossip about. How does it feel now looking back, knowing I had such plans right from the start of our time together ?

 

But enough of the practicalities. I spent Wednesday and Thursday busy introducing my two slaves to some of the new rules around the house. Do you remember how you felt ? In your own home. The first thing is that I like focusing on you one at a time. If I?m honest, I feel more powerful, more in control, with just one of you around. And your cellar makes a perfect dungeon, even without any special work done on it. With the handcuffs locking your wrists over the steel pipe and the makeshift leg spreader, you are helpless enough. A full 24 hours locked in dark silence down there, apart from the whirr of the boiler, gave you plenty of time to consider your predicament Ellis. And I am sure you had already realised that you would be the one to spend the most time down there, with sweat running down your naked body into your chastity cage. You are already learning to eat what you are given, when you are given it.

 

But Candy, you are suffering more in you own way, aren?t you ? It?s amazing how a woman as submissive and masochistic as you could still have so much pride and dignity to strip away. I don?t know yet, but I fear these early days could be special ones for us. I have to admit that when I caned you for the first time yesterday, I climaxed. That?s never happened to me before. An orgasm without any physical contact. Mmm ! It wasn?t only seeing those blazing stripes ruining your smooth backside and your winking anus stretched wide, it was smiling at your screwed up, tear stained eyes looking back up at me through your parted legs. But you will discover, my little candyfloss, that CP actually comes way down my list of priorities. Humiliation and nastiness are my weapons of choice, not pain and certainly not sadism. So, seeing as being spanked like a naughty girl is what you?re above all after, it?ll be like the old joke about the masochist and the sadist. The masochist goes ?beat me, beat me !?. And the sadist waits a while, thinking, a sneer on her face, and then says cruelly ?no !?. Hah, geddit ?

 

And by the way, as I?m writing this diary and looking out of the window, I can see the local carpenter attaching the new sign to the gate. Candy has asked him to change the name of your house from the mundane ?The Gables? to the rather more appropriate ?The Nest?. Has a much nicer ring to it, don?t you think ? I wonder what the neighbours will think.

 

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Running through my mind

 

?Women are always running through my mind; they don?t dare walk.?

 

 

 

I watched them from my window. Mr and Mrs Newly-wed.

I sat and sipped my coffee as men unloaded the van with their possessions; wardrobe, chests, shelving units, sofas, chairs, boxes and crates of books, china, cutlery, ornaments, clothes. All the usual stuff that makes a home.

Home sweet home.

 

The morning sunlight filtered through the big, overhanging tree opposite. In the heat haze, rays seemed to splash off her blonde hair like butter.

Or maybe that should be cream in a ?facial? movie ?

I smiled at her rushing about after the men in their blue overalls, directing them here and there, while her husband stood by with a clipboard ticking their possessions off like some jobsworth customs inspector. Their double bed was the last piece of furniture to be unloaded, in its separate pieces of frame, headboard and finally the marital mattress.

 

Their house was number 14. At least, legally, it was their house. But this is my street. I control the minds of all the adult residents in every house of this otherwise typical suburban avenue. And this pair will be no different. Their minds will soon be mine too.

 

I won?t bore you with the ?how? or ?history?. You?ve no doubt heard of this type of thing before. It happened to me. A little over three years ago. It happened overnight really, although it took me some time to master all the new skills I?ve been endowed with.

All you need to know is that I can ?take over? anybody?s brain, including memories, imagination and willpower. I can take over fully or I can take over just enough to make them do stuff, in spite of themselves. And I can leave them memories of what they have done, or I can wipe recollection completely. And I can put people ?on hold?, where they basically act loosely according to my instructions without me having to be in strict control all the time, although I need to revisit them for a few minutes once a month in order to ?top them up?, so to speak.

The only limits on my powers seem to be quantity, distance and age. I can?t control more than about a hundred people at any one time, even ?on hold?. I can?t control people very effectively when they are more than about 200 miles away. And I can?t control young people. Anybody under early twenties seems immune to my powers. Shucks !

 

The next morning I watched him climb into a small, shiny Beemer, dressed in his suit. She kissed him goodbye through the car window. She was dressed in tracksuit pants and a sweater, her blonde hair scrunched up in a bun. She was obviously prepared for a hard day?s work in the house.

 

Most appropriate.

 

?Hallo.? I said, when she opened their door.

She held up her hand above her eyes against the sunlight.

?I live opposite. Just wanted to say welcome. Need any help ??

She looked at me. I stand 6? 3? and weigh 230 lbs. Muscle and a bit of excess, as befits a man my age. People call me Big John after that song about the miner. I could see her uncertainty.

?Hi ? er, thanks but everything?s fine.?

I looked back at her. Shoulder length blonde hair. Blue eyes. Button nose. Pert mouth. A fine example of the northern European or Californian post millennium young woman.

?Can I come in ??

She hesitated. Then seemed to get over her nerves.

?Sure.?

I stepped into the front room. It was in a state of organised chaos. The sofa and chairs were in place but there was a big stack of cardboard crates against one wall. She shut the door behind us.

I stepped into her head. It too was in a state of organised chaos. Mixed emotions. Appreciative of my gesture. Wondering if she should offer me coffee. Worried about how much she had to do. Concerned about having a stranger inside her home, even a new neighbour.

And she didn?t fancy me. Nope, au contraire.

Ah, well ? I smiled and made myself at home.

?What?s your name ?? I asked, sitting down in the best armchair.

?Candy? she replied, a puzzled look on her face.

?Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.? I joked. Oscar Wilde. Or was it Ogden Nash ?

?Candy, eh ? Pretty. Suits you.? It rang a bell too. Maybe I?d got it in for Candys at that time ? Somewhere along the line some real Candace, Candy or another must have truly pissed me off !

?Thank you.? She stood uncertainly in front of me.

?Top off, Candy.?

She stared at me, boggle eyed, lip trembling. And then she slowly put her hands to the top of her sweater and pulled it over her head and off her arms. She was wearing a white sports bra. A working garment.

?That too.?

She unclipped the catch at the back. Her tits were just as I like them.

Just a bit too large.

They looked great on her now but would probably not stand the test of time and maternity unless she took real good care of herself. Not that what she looked like ten years from now was likely to concern me too much. The guy in the Beemer could have her back by then.

?Now the trackpants.?

Her legs were long, straight and toned.

?Lose the thong.?

She raised one leg and then the other and thumbed the triangle of white cotton off, dropping it to the floor. Her pussy hair was like fine straw.

?You make love last night Candy ? To celebrate your new home ??

She blushed. I was leaving her well aware of what she was saying, doing and thinking, but without any choice whether to obey me.

She nodded. ?Yes.?

?You showered since ??

?This morning.?

?Good.?

I stood up.

?Unzip me. And take my jeans down.?

Her face scarlet, she got down on her knees and undid my belt. Then she opened my top button and unzipped me. I enjoyed her tugging down my jeans. There was a big bulge in my yellow-stained Y-fronts.

?Now them. With your teeth.?

She carefully bit the waistband and lowered my underpants, tugging them all the way down to where my jeans had pooled round my ankles.

?You like oral, Candy ? Giving, I mean.?

Her damp blue eyes looked up at me.

?Truth.? I said, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her vocalise it.

?No. Not really.?

I shrugged, grinning at her, sitting back down in the armchair.

?Too bad.?

Her lips were open in a heart shaped pout. She had small, very white, even teeth. I let her open wide and take my helmet into her mouth.

?That?s it Candy.?

My eyes watched her work, whilst my mind studied her brain. There is very little better than the first few times. She kept thinking about her husband, when she wasn?t trying to blank out thought altogether, and then she unavoidably returned to the slab of flesh in her mouth. I scanned through her entire sexual history like flicking the pages of a book.

I nipped back into my own head and enjoyed visions of her running through my mind as she bobbed on my cock. I could extract her memories and imagination and merge them with my own sordid file of images. Naturally I gravitated towards my likes and her dislikes.

Me and Candy would get along just fine.

I helped her with a bit of knowledge on how to control her gag reflex to make it better for me.

?Mmm ? that?s enough for the moment. Climb on, Candy.?

She rose off her knees and sat astride me.

?Kiss me.?

My cock slipped between her welcoming labs as my tongue burrowed between her lips.

I handled her fruit, thumbing her nipples, holding her steady by the ribs.

?Bounce Candy.?

Anybody watching would have thought she was having the best time. Her hips jerked in an unsteady rhythm and her head flew from side to side, strands of blond hair catching in her open mouth.

I didn?t hold back. As I flooded her cunt I swamped her mind, sentencing her to never being able to orgasm again with her husband. Except when he was tonguing her anus. From now on that would be her idea of heaven.

Mmmm ?.. yessssss.

1 ? 0 to the good guys.

 

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A tray of Amuse-bouches

 

 

 

Inside the Eastern wing of the vast State Police Headquarters was housed the infamous ?Bureau for Missing Persons?, or BUMP, to use its internal acronym.

It was a featureless concrete block; a grim, grey warren of long corridors and endless staircases, with checkpoints, surly guards and all-seeing closed circuit cameras at every turn.

 

It was at the end of the longest corridor that Colonel Max Payne, the BUMP Chief, sat and received visits and pleas from distressed relatives. In the waiting room outside his large office, people filled out forms and waited in long lines for an audience with him. He watched them on a CCTV screen from the comfort of his leather chair, before eventually telling his assistants which person he would deign to see next.

 

One young woman?s husband had simply disappeared almost a week ago. It was her fourth, frantic visit to the Bureau. She had waited patiently for hours, sobbing and beseeching help each time, handing in her forms and paying the necessary money.

Each of the three previous times she had been sent home when the Bureau closed, with an assistant telling her to arrive before dawn the next morning. The next day she had to fill in another difficult, intimate and even more extensive form that required payment of an even higher fee.

 

This time she made it into his office in the late afternoon.

Max smiled straight at her cleavage and adjusted his military suit trousers.

?I?m sorry, Ma?am.? He apologised insincerely, shrugging, and gesturing at the bank of filing cabinets that filled one entire wall of his office.

?Too may cases. You see, many people disappear. Some are in unhappy marriages, some have racked up debts, some simply wish to start a new life. My files are full of such people. Unless you give me something to go on, I?m afraid that I must conclude that your husband has done a runner.? He firmly closed the slim file on his desk.

Her doe-like brown eyes gazed at him. She was a lovely woman, mid-twenties, oval face, shoulder length brunette hair, full lips. She didn?t know it of course, but Max already had several long shot and close up photos of her in the file. He had spotted her at a caf? a few weeks earlier.

Her name was Lily.

?I have no more money.? She said.

Max shrugged again. He knew that perfectly well too. On his screen were her joint bank account details. He had cleaned them out. Each visit she had paid an increasingly large amount until there was nothing left.

?My resources are very stretched.? He said. ?Unless you can think of a way ??

He left the sentence unfinished, glancing at the clock behind his desk meaningfully.

Lily had been warned by others it might have to come to this.

She loosened the knot in her blouse, baring more of her plump cleavage. Her body matched her face. Full breasts, slim waist, flat stomach, good legs. The file said she was 5? 7? tall with a 22 inches waist and 34D tits.

Max ensured that the hidden camera lenses recorded her blatantly offering to bribe a State Official with sex.

He also turned the volume switch ?on? to transmit the rest of the conversation to a listening pair of headphones.

?Please, Sir ??

He frowned.

?What are you proposing ? Be explicit.?

?I ?I ?? she stammered. ?I will p ? pay you with my body, Sir, if you find my husband.?

Max laughed unkindly at her, lounging back in his leather chair.

?You realise how often I am made such offers ?? He looked at her now almost fully revealed tits. ?What makes you think you?re so special ??

She cringed, flushing beetroot with embarrassment.

?Please, Sir, I love him so much ? I will do whatever you ask if you find him.?

There was silence while she sat there, blouse open, without a bra.

?I make no promises.? He said, eventually, pushing back his leather chair on its wheels. ?But maybe something can be done.? He looked at his watch. ?Get under my desk here. And suck me off. Do you know how to make a man come with just your mouth ? Did you do that for your husband ??

Lily shook her head side to side, shuffling sadly round the desk and kneeling slowly between his outstretched legs.

He chuckled, unbuckling his belt.

?You have half an hour to make me come down your throat. No hands, lady. Just your lips and mouth, understood ? Think you can do that ??

He pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts to reveal his cock.

?I ? I?ll try, Sir.?

?You had better do better than that.?

He pushed firmly on the back of her hair until her lips touched his groin. When her head was down, he adjusted the hidden cameras using the controls on his computer keyboard.

The screen was split into quarters, showing the scene from four angles. He loved watching the action as it happened; one ?fish-eye? camera showed a side-on view of his trousers round his ankles with her head in profile moving in his lap.

?Remember?, he added, leaning down to whisper in her ear, ?you have just half an hour if you want the search for your husband to continue another day. No hands and, by the way, you swallow everything.?

Her warm lips felt great around his thickening erection. Wet, soft and reluctant. He pushed his chair forward, forcing her to shuffle backwards on her knees, until she was parked under his desk. A camera hidden in the floor displayed a worm?s eye view of his balls and her tits and neck.

Her head was now bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

He pushed the buzzer on his intercom.

An assistant answered. ?Colonel ??

?I?m ready for number 7?.

There were no seats in his waiting room. Each person stood under a number awaiting their turn. He called them in, apparently at random.

He watched the man jump up, brandishing his form.

Moments later the assistant ushered him to Max?s office.

Max did not look up from his papers, leaving the man standing there uncertainly. Eventually, after a whole minute, he raised his head.

?Come forward.?

Max dismissed the male assistant with a glance. The young officer knew the routine. He also knew that the previous female visitor had to be under Max?s desk. He saluted and turned, closing the door behind him.

Max held out his hand for the form. He perused it for another two minutes, making the man stand in silence.

?So,? Max said, reading the man?s name from the form, ?Mr ? er ? Clemence, your wife has run off ??

?No,? Mr. Clemence protested. ?She?s been kidnapped. I?m sure of it.?

Max pursed his lips and tilted his head sideways to indicate his uncertainty.

?You have proof of this ??

The man opened his palms. ?She just disappeared on her way to work. She wouldn?t do that. She has to have been taken against her will.?

?Many men think like that. While their wives are off fucking other men.? He glared at Mr. Clemence, daring him to object to the suggestion.

The poor man shook his head fiercely. ?No ! No, not her. I assure you.?

Max picked up the photo clipped to the form.

?She is quite attractive, your wife.?

?Yes ? Sir.?

?You have been married ? ten months ??

?Yes. Exactly ten months and three days.?

?Was your wife a virgin when you married ??

The man blushed, mouth open.

?I repeat,? Max said, ?was she a virgin ??

?No. We had ? made love together already.?

?And other men, previous boyfriends ? The truth !?

The man?s face fell. ?Two, Sir.?

?So,? Max said, in his best ?I-told-you-so? tone of voice, ?Mrs. Clemence likes other men. Did you disappoint her in bed ??

?No. Not at all.?

Max smiled at the man?s raised voice and indignation.

?Maybe she did not ? disappear, at all.? He said. ?Maybe you found out about her with another man ? Fucking him ? Maybe you killed her in a fit of jealous rage ? Is her body buried round the back of your house ??

?No ? please ? Sir, she has been kidnapped.?

Max pressed the intercom. The assistant appeared.

?Arrest this man. Place him in the holding cells and arrange for a squad to visit his house to search every square inch.?

Three more soldiers arrived to drag the struggling, shrieking man away.

?Take his place apart.? Max shouted as his office emptied.

He pushed his seat back, glancing down. He pulled his unwilling fellatrix?s face up by her hair.

?Good.? He snarled. ?But not good enough.?

She whimpered as he pulled her head back and extracted his slick shaft.

?Your oral skills need a lot of work. So we?ll put the time it takes to find your husband to good use. You can start by licking my arse.?

He slid down and forward in his seat so that his hairy buttocks were available to her mouth. Big, fat, silent tears slid down her cheeks.

?Unless you want to call the search off ??

?No ?? she gushed, ?? I?ll do it.?

He nodded condescendingly and let a long, quiet hiss of fetid wind escape from his bowel, polluting the air all around them.

?There?s plenty more where that came from.? He chuckled. ?Now, get that tongue in there.?

He let his head fall back and shut his eyes as he felt her wet tongue probing his anus. Damn it always felt so good. His own dear wife drew the line at licking out his butt. That was part of the reason he had to force other mens? wives to do it instead ! He smiled and pushed his hips so his rim enveloped her tongue more closely.

Five minutes passed with nothing but the sound of the clock ticking and slurping sounds from below. He lazily watched the scene in the waiting room as frantic relatives stood and waited, occasionally shifting from one foot to the other, eyeing each person and the clock impatiently.

Max eventually shifted up in his chair, holding her by the ear lobe.

?Hold your face still. Mouth wide open.?

He stood up and stared down at her. He began fisting his own cock so that the swollen crown bounced against her lips and nose. It only took a minute or so. Just before he came, he checked the picture on the screen. Perfect.

?Don?t move.? He grunted. ?Mmm ?nggghmmm?.?

Thick, pearly white ropes uncoiled over her face, spurting as far as her hair and forehead and down to her open mouth and chin. He did his best to cover her, aiming right and left and then pumping the residue over her flattened tongue. Not bad at all for a 44 years old ex-military bomb Commander, he thought proudly, as he surveyed the splattered target-zone.

He slumped back into his chair.

?Swallow it all.? He said, using his forefinger in sweeping strokes to smear the excess fluid from all over her face into her mouth.

She gulped, retched and slowly swallowed it all down.

Max tugged on her nipples and heavy breasts as she obeyed.

Finally, he smirked and made a dismissive gesture to her face.

?That?s enough.? He said. ?For today. Be here at six o?clock tomorrow morning. Later, we?ll see if we can find your husband.?

Slowly she rose, wiping the slick residue with the back of her hand.

He watched her walking towards the door.

?Oh,? he called out as she left, ?and shave that cunt of yours bald tonight.?

 

Max called an attendant to dismiss the people from the waiting room for the night. He watched the screen showing all the wailing and despair as they left, some of them having wasted another entire day in line.

After all was quiet, he poured himself a whisky and lit a cigar, before playing back the digital film of his latest blowjob. He froze the screen at the moment when his creamy white ropes had unravelled over her upturned face, painting it from forehead to chin, catching the shock in her blinking, wide brown eyes.

He pressed a key and admired the glossy 10? x 8? shot as it printed.

Max?s office was large, with a wide window overlooking the paved courtyard on one side, a stone fireplace and mantelpiece with bookshelves behind his desk, and a bank of metal cabinets running the entire length of the wall opposite the window.

He released the master lock on the filing cabinets and pulled out a drawer.

He smiled down at the man inside. His eyes were screwed up against the sudden burst of light as the drawer was opened.

Max surveyed him. The man was totally naked except for a white towelling diaper. Steel rings tight around his forehead, throat, biceps, chest, waist, upper thighs and ankles held him completely motionless. There was a rubber ?o? ring gag between his lips holding his mouth open and a pair of headphones fixed over his ears.

Lily?s husband stared up at Max with undisguised hatred in his brown eyes.

Max chuckled, puffed on his cigar and pressed ?rewind?, then ?play?, and the sound of an earlier conversation was projected aloud into the area around the filing cabinet.

It was the man?s second opportunity to hear his wife prostituting herself.

 

?Please, Sir ?? Lily?s voice.

?What are you proposing ? Be explicit.? Max?s voice.

?I ?I ?I will p ? pay you with my body, Sir, if you find my husband.?

The sound of Max laughing and the squeak of his leather chair.

?You realise how often I am made such offers ? What makes you think you?re so special ??

?Please, Sir, I love him so much ? I will do whatever you ask if you find him.?

?I make no promises. But maybe something can be done.? A pause. ?Get under my desk here. And suck me off. Do you know how to make a man come with just your mouth ? Did you do that for your husband ??

 

Max pressed ?pause?.

?She has much to learn.? He said, looking down at the man. ?But then ? it may be a long time before we find you. Don?t worry ??

Max held up the glossy 10 x 8 photo of the woman?s spunk covered face.

?? you will get to listen to, and see images of, her training. We will show you a movie of her when the action gets interesting enough. And, look on the bright side, assuming we find you eventually, you will have a fully trained whore to return to spend the rest of your days with !?

The man moaned through his gag and moved his head fractionally from side to side.

Max propped the photo up on the man?s legs against the cabinet. He pressed ?fast forward? and then ?play?.

?I?m sure you?ll want to hear this bit again !? he said.

 

There was silence, then just the tiniest, wet slurping sounds.

Until eventually. ?Hold your face still. Mouth wide open.? Max?s voice.

A rustling noise followed by ? ?Don?t move. Mmm ?nghmmm?.?

The unmistakable sounds of a man enjoying his orgasm.

The squeak of a chair.

?Swallow it all.?

The equally unmistakeable sounds of a woman retching and gulping.

 

Max grinned at him.

?Well, at least we know she loves you. Though whether ?.?

He unbuttoned the man?s water-and-odour-proof adult diaper and lifted up the front to peek inside.

?? she loves you enough to pass every test ? well, that remains to be seen.?

Max screwed up his nose at the strong stench of urine and faeces. He closed up the diaper and patted it down.

?I think we can get a day or two more use out of that, can?t we ? Now, you?re probably hungry and thirsty but I don?t like that ?pissed off? expression on your face. So when I open this drawer tomorrow morning I want to see a nice meek and welcoming grin on that ugly mug of yours. Got that ? And then we can maybe find you something to eat and drink.?

The man simply stared up sullenly at Max.

Max fiddled with the sound system knobs. First he switched the speakers back onto ?headphones? and turned up the volume. Then he set the tape to ?continuous loop? and smiled back down at the man. He would spend the next twelve hours or so listening to a very loud playback of Lily and Max having fun. At 20 minutes or so long, that would give him about 36 opportunities to learn each line of dialogue, each grunt and groan.

Max lowered the volume momentarily.

?I expect you to be word perfect in the morning !? he joked, lifting the photo and taking one last approving look at it.

Then he slid the drawer shut with a satisfying clunk.

He looked at the discreet temperature dial on the outside of the drawer and turned it up, setting it to 30 degrees centigrade (86 Fahrenheit) and a whopping 95% humidity.

It wouldn?t do for the poor lad to catch a chill overnight !

 

He took a sip of whisky, puffed on his cigar and opened another drawer. A powerful, acrid odour of urine wafted up into the air.

This one was female. Totally naked, with steel rings around her forehead, throat, biceps, under her breasts, thighs and ankles, fastening her motionless to the steel base of the drawer. There was a wide, pink ?o? ring gag wedged between her snarling lips.

Mrs. Clemence did not look as good as she had when they had kidnapped her that morning on her way to work. Her blue eyes were red with endless crying, her pretty face was puffed up and blotchy, her lips dry and cracked round the distorting gag. She was lying, helpless in a pool of her own piss.

But Max knew she would scrub up well. They always did.

Her trailed a finger over each plump breast, thumbing her nipples.

He reached down and scratched her triangle of pubic hair, then ran a fingernail between her labia.

Her eyes followed him.

He shrugged. ?So, you were not a virgin when you married ??

She didn?t reply, didn?t move a muscle, eyes sullen, staring.

Max blew on the tip of his cigar and held the glowing end to her nipple.

She bucked away, or tried to. Her face grimaced. She nodded her head the tiny fraction that the steel band round her forehead allowed.

?Ten months married. You must be eager for some new cock, eh ??
She tried to shake her head and made a ?mgmmh? sound through the gag.

Max chuckled.

?Don?t worry, my dear, soon you will get a lot of cock. Enough to satisfy even the most wanton slut.?

He opened another drawer and grinned at the tray displaying a fiendish assortment of implements; clips, gags, hoods, rope, wire, needles, speculum, catheters, chastity devices, razors, tweezers, and more. And a wide selection of dildoes and vibrators. Ranging from quite small intruders to enormous, clearly over-sized monsters.

Smiling, he lifted a plastic sheet off a large dish of ?amuse-bouches? prepared by his own chef.

The word means ?amuse the mouth?, although the selection didn?t look too funny to him. Anyway, he preferred the more traditional French ?amuse-gueules? meaning ?amuse the throat?. It suggested an altogether more intense, deep-down dining experience.

There was a white saucer squirming with fat slugs. Another full of writhing worms. A bowl of thick ?melt in the mouth? semen that he knew would be fresh from the bull farm. Some small ?chipolata sausages? that were shiny skin stuffed with Max?s very own ?filling? from that morning. A plate of slimy red entrails. And, his own favourite, a jar of cockroaches. All these and other delicacies.

Max picked up a pair of chop sticks and selected one of the pale, plump slugs. He held it poised over Mrs. Clemence?s pink ?o? ring gag.

He could see her larynx and defenceless mouth with the lingual depressor securing her tongue out of the way. Her blue eyes had focused on the wriggling morsel inches above her face.

?Mmmm ?? Max smacked his lips.

Her eyes darted to and fro. She was clearly trying to say something.

?Think nothing of it.? He said. ?It?s dinner time ! Prepare for your taste buds to be amused.?

With that, he dropped the slug into the back of Candy Clemence?s mouth.

 

 

 

THE END OF A SELECTION OF

AMUSE-BOUCHES

 

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AMUSE-BOUCHES

 

A second selection of Starters

by Velvetglove

 

Author?s Note

 

The three stories in this Selection are written from the dominant?s point of view. Like my milder Selection entitled ?Hors d?Oeuvres?, I found these three whilst tidying up my PC and decided to post rather than delete them. They are not short stories but simply first chapters to novels. If there is sufficient interest in any of them, I may write and post more parts.

The three little amuse-bouches that follow are:

?Come screw over the cuckold?s nest? which is the start of a diarised account of the takeover of a submissive married couple by a younger female (F/mf, slow, consensual).

?Running through my mind? introducing a male dominant mind-control story and, as such, it is non-consensual. The start is quite mild, but could lead anywhere (M/f, mc).

?A tray of Amuse-bouches? was written before I embarked on After the Pestilence. It is non-consensual, quite extreme and inspired by an idea of Llambik?s (M/mf, BDSM, nc).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Come screw over the cuckold?s nest

 

 

 

?Submissive married m/f couple seek a Special Mistress or perhaps Dominant Couple. No single males please. We are looking for a LTR with the right person, maybe live-in 24/7. We are late-30s and would prefer somebody our age but younger is fine. Please get in touch.?

 

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21st July 2001

 

Dear Diary,

I have never kept a diary before. Well, not since I was a girl and used to fill in the first week of January before I got bored or lost it ! But one day I would like you both to read this and know what was going on in my head at the time. In turn, I may have you two keep a diary too for my amusement ! My name is Millie and I have just responded to your advert. I am 22 years old and a totally genuine ?Special Mistress?, although sadly without a lot of real experience (yet !). It is Saturday 21st July and, having made my decision, I can?t wait for your reply. I hope you are as real as I am. Fuck it?s hot, hot, hot. Time for a cold shower. xxx.

 

22nd July 2001

 

Oh boy ! So much has happened in the past 30 hours. Thanks to the wonders of technology. How did people cope in the old days with just ads in the back of magazines and maybe the occasional fetish club ?

You are real ! I have seen your photos and spoken to you both on the phone. This is going to work !! I can?t wait for tomorrow evening. In the meantime I should confess a few of my thoughts before it?s too late.

I am Millie Ratchet. A Student Nurse and, frankly, sick to the teeth of the long hours, low pay and filthy bedpans. I decided there must be a better way of making a living. And, when I thought about doing what I really enjoy, I thought about sex.

Not as a prostitute ! Or even professional domme work.

I thought about having one submissive, or even better a couple (mmm ? naughty, naughty) and being a ?kept woman?. And that?s when I began reading the online ads seriously. Mack?s in Europe for 3 months and so I have complete freedom. And then your advert caught my eye ?

 

Candy, one day when you read this, I want you to know how I felt seeing your photo and speaking to you that first time. I am not a lesbian. People might dispute that seeing as I?ve already had two girlfriends whilst at school and college. But I am genuinely not physically or emotionally attracted to women in any normal sense. My interest is strictly dominant. I love women licking my cunt because they do it better than men. I love them tonguing my anus likewise. But I have no interest in reciprocating (yuk), no desire to please them, except in the narrow sense of satisfying their masochistic needs. I am looking at your photo on my screen now, Candy, imagining you between my thighs as I type. You have a pretty face Candy. Those strawberry blonde locks and pale blue eyes and that impish smile. Oh it will be fun.

And Ellis ? What sort of name is that ? I?ve only had one sub boyfriend so far Ellis. There was a limit to what I could do to him because I was fond of him. But Ellis, you know what ? There is no limit to what I could do to a man I?m not fond of. Kinda handsome you may be, for a man your age, but good looks are not enough to guarantee mercy I?m afraid.

As I said to you on the phone, I?m coming to screw over your little nest !! Cum really will fly !! But not yours Ellis. Oh I know that hot talk excited you but just you wait. Reality will be soooo very different. So, that?s it. Time for a little tryst with my vibrator and then bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day !

 

24th July

 

Forty four hours have passed. I am writing this at the desk in your bedroom. Your ex-bedroom, the master suite you have vacated for me ! Too much has happened since I arrived for me to cover it in much detail. I left home yesterday morning. Said goodbye to mum and told her some shit story about linking up with Mack in Europe. Said I?d write or call soon. Got the train here. Two and a half hours. You came to the station to meet me. You have two cars, ?his? BMW saloon and ?her? little 2-seater Mazda convertible. Such a clich?. I have ?appropriated? Candy?s car for myself and we can share the BMW. To be honest, I prefer being driven. Ellis you can wear a suit and we must get you a chauffeur?s peak cap. The house is just as you said; big, luxurious and secluded.

 

But the best bit was making you both strip for me as soon as we got in the house. Just think, Candy, you were sixteen years old and already the proud owner of those big tits when I was only being born and now, here I am, 22 years later, bouncing them in my hands and tugging your nipples in your own kitchen. I loved your face when Ellis knelt and kissed my feet and then my buttocks up my skirt. Jealousy ? Of him ? Or of me ? I saw you looking enviously at my youth. Don?t worry, Candy, I have every intention of dieting and training you back to those days. And I have just the ?moisturiser? for those wrinkles that have just started to frame your pretty blue eyes.

 

In the meantime, you don?t know it yet, but I think I shall fuck that husband of yours. Just once, of course. Before I cage him up. I want you to know what it?s like to watch your spouse having sex with somebody else. After 12 years of fidelity, both of you are gradually moving towards the inevitable. Can you imagine how my pussy will feel to him ? Even with a condom. Young. New. Thrilling. You?ll see it on his face, the lust. And then you will kneel and drink his disgusting seed after its been emptied into a saucer. It will almost certainly be the only time I cuckold you with him. But you won?t know that. You will never be certain if and when you?ll be cuckolded again. Maybe I?ll let him have an affair with some neighbour in your village if there?s somebody desperate enough ?

 

It is now later, almost midnight. I have drunk a little too much of your fine wine. Ellis is standing tied spread eagled in the dressing room door frame. He is lit by moonlight. How fucking romantic. Do you remember how you felt that night Ellis, all those years ago by the time you read this diary entry ? That cock of yours encased in the Kali I brought with me in readiness. You did a good job having sex with me. Adequate oral and almost average fucking. We can still work on your oral at least. Aren?t we a match made in heaven ? You want enforced chastity and I want to enforce it on somebody. Well, more than one male actually, but beggars can?t be choosers ! We both get to realise our fantasy. But I bet I enjoy mine more than you enjoy yours. I am writing this wondering how that steel bracelet feels around your equipment ? Maybe I will have you describe it for me in your diary. And I wonder how you felt watching me grind myself on your wife?s face. That woman you promised to love, cherish and honour or however the line goes. Anyway, my wrist hurts. Candy is now tied tight to the foot of the bed. Sleep well. Bitches !

 

27th July

 

Apologies, Diary, but I have been soooooo busy ! It is Friday afternoon. There is too much to tell again. Hopefully things will sort of fall into place as the weeks and months go by. Firstly, practicalities. We have agreed my deal. To the outside world I am just a niece come to lodge with her ?aunt? and ?uncle? while she studies nearby. We have put some of my stuff in the guest bedroom in case any nosey visitors come snooping. We go into town every Friday and Ellis withdraws two thousand in cash from his account for my weekly pay and more for the weekly housekeeping we need. He has plenty of money. Enough for five years plus at this rate but I have no desire to be greedy. Two grand is already about three times what I earned after tax as a nurse ! I wonder how much you?ll have left by the time you are reading this ?

 

And today was my first ?pay day? ! We went to Candy?s favourite store and I bought myself a gorgeous new dress, trendy jeans, several tops and some lacy lingerie that I always wanted but could never afford. Then in a novelty shop we bought a cheap PVC maid?s outfit for Candy out of the housekeeping money. It?s the type you see advertised in the back of Sunday magazines, a sort of fantasy ?dressing up? party outfit. That should keep us going until the huge package from the online sex store arrives ! The town itself is a good size. About 50,000 population. Enough bars and clubs to have a bit of fun. They?re one or two places that look like they may be fun for me to hang out in. And I spotted a couple of seedy dives that I?m looking forward to taking Candy to ! I?ve got so many ideas for your lovers. Best of all though, will be finding a guy you and Ellis already know. That will be a nice juicy affair for their friends to gossip about. How does it feel now looking back, knowing I had such plans right from the start of our time together ?

 

But enough of the practicalities. I spent Wednesday and Thursday busy introducing my two slaves to some of the new rules around the house. Do you remember how you felt ? In your own home. The first thing is that I like focusing on you one at a time. If I?m honest, I feel more powerful, more in control, with just one of you around. And your cellar makes a perfect dungeon, even without any special work done on it. With the handcuffs locking your wrists over the steel pipe and the makeshift leg spreader, you are helpless enough. A full 24 hours locked in dark silence down there, apart from the whirr of the boiler, gave you plenty of time to consider your predicament Ellis. And I am sure you had already realised that you would be the one to spend the most time down there, with sweat running down your naked body into your chastity cage. You are already learning to eat what you are given, when you are given it.

 

But Candy, you are suffering more in you own way, aren?t you ? It?s amazing how a woman as submissive and masochistic as you could still have so much pride and dignity to strip away. I don?t know yet, but I fear these early days could be special ones for us. I have to admit that when I caned you for the first time yesterday, I climaxed. That?s never happened to me before. An orgasm without any physical contact. Mmm ! It wasn?t only seeing those blazing stripes ruining your smooth backside and your winking anus stretched wide, it was smiling at your screwed up, tear stained eyes looking back up at me through your parted legs. But you will discover, my little candyfloss, that CP actually comes way down my list of priorities. Humiliation and nastiness are my weapons of choice, not pain and certainly not sadism. So, seeing as being spanked like a naughty girl is what you?re above all after, it?ll be like the old joke about the masochist and the sadist. The masochist goes ?beat me, beat me !?. And the sadist waits a while, thinking, a sneer on her face, and then says cruelly ?no !?. Hah, geddit ?

 

And by the way, as I?m writing this diary and looking out of the window, I can see the local carpenter attaching the new sign to the gate. Candy has asked him to change the name of your house from the mundane ?The Gables? to the rather more appropriate ?The Nest?. Has a much nicer ring to it, don?t you think ? I wonder what the neighbours will think.

 

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Running through my mind

 

?Women are always running through my mind; they don?t dare walk.?

 

 

 

I watched them from my window. Mr and Mrs Newly-wed.

I sat and sipped my coffee as men unloaded the van with their possessions; wardrobe, chests, shelving units, sofas, chairs, boxes and crates of books, china, cutlery, ornaments, clothes. All the usual stuff that makes a home.

Home sweet home.

 

The morning sunlight filtered through the big, overhanging tree opposite. In the heat haze, rays seemed to splash off her blonde hair like butter.

Or maybe that should be cream in a ?facial? movie ?

I smiled at her rushing about after the men in their blue overalls, directing them here and there, while her husband stood by with a clipboard ticking their possessions off like some jobsworth customs inspector. Their double bed was the last piece of furniture to be unloaded, in its separate pieces of frame, headboard and finally the marital mattress.

 

Their house was number 14. At least, legally, it was their house. But this is my street. I control the minds of all the adult residents in every house of this otherwise typical suburban avenue. And this pair will be no different. Their minds will soon be mine too.

 

I won?t bore you with the ?how? or ?history?. You?ve no doubt heard of this type of thing before. It happened to me. A little over three years ago. It happened overnight really, although it took me some time to master all the new skills I?ve been endowed with.

All you need to know is that I can ?take over? anybody?s brain, including memories, imagination and willpower. I can take over fully or I can take over just enough to make them do stuff, in spite of themselves. And I can leave them memories of what they have done, or I can wipe recollection completely. And I can put people ?on hold?, where they basically act loosely according to my instructions without me having to be in strict control all the time, although I need to revisit them for a few minutes once a month in order to ?top them up?, so to speak.

The only limits on my powers seem to be quantity, distance and age. I can?t control more than about a hundred people at any one time, even ?on hold?. I can?t control people very effectively when they are more than about 200 miles away. And I can?t control young people. Anybody under early twenties seems immune to my powers. Shucks !

 

The next morning I watched him climb into a small, shiny Beemer, dressed in his suit. She kissed him goodbye through the car window. She was dressed in tracksuit pants and a sweater, her blonde hair scrunched up in a bun. She was obviously prepared for a hard day?s work in the house.

 

Most appropriate.

 

?Hallo.? I said, when she opened their door.

She held up her hand above her eyes against the sunlight.

?I live opposite. Just wanted to say welcome. Need any help ??

She looked at me. I stand 6? 3? and weigh 230 lbs. Muscle and a bit of excess, as befits a man my age. People call me Big John after that song about the miner. I could see her uncertainty.

?Hi ? er, thanks but everything?s fine.?

I looked back at her. Shoulder length blonde hair. Blue eyes. Button nose. Pert mouth. A fine example of the northern European or Californian post millennium young woman.

?Can I come in ??

She hesitated. Then seemed to get over her nerves.

?Sure.?

I stepped into the front room. It was in a state of organised chaos. The sofa and chairs were in place but there was a big stack of cardboard crates against one wall. She shut the door behind us.

I stepped into her head. It too was in a state of organised chaos. Mixed emotions. Appreciative of my gesture. Wondering if she should offer me coffee. Worried about how much she had to do. Concerned about having a stranger inside her home, even a new neighbour.

And she didn?t fancy me. Nope, au contraire.

Ah, well ? I smiled and made myself at home.

?What?s your name ?? I asked, sitting down in the best armchair.

?Candy? she replied, a puzzled look on her face.

?Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.? I joked. Oscar Wilde. Or was it Ogden Nash ?

?Candy, eh ? Pretty. Suits you.? It rang a bell too. Maybe I?d got it in for Candys at that time ? Somewhere along the line some real Candace, Candy or another must have truly pissed me off !

?Thank you.? She stood uncertainly in front of me.

?Top off, Candy.?

She stared at me, boggle eyed, lip trembling. And then she slowly put her hands to the top of her sweater and pulled it over her head and off her arms. She was wearing a white sports bra. A working garment.

?That too.?

She unclipped the catch at the back. Her tits were just as I like them.

Just a bit too large.

They looked great on her now but would probably not stand the test of time and maternity unless she took real good care of herself. Not that what she looked like ten years from now was likely to concern me too much. The guy in the Beemer could have her back by then.

?Now the trackpants.?

Her legs were long, straight and toned.

?Lose the thong.?

She raised one leg and then the other and thumbed the triangle of white cotton off, dropping it to the floor. Her pussy hair was like fine straw.

?You make love last night Candy ? To celebrate your new home ??

She blushed. I was leaving her well aware of what she was saying, doing and thinking, but without any choice whether to obey me.

She nodded. ?Yes.?

?You showered since ??

?This morning.?

?Good.?

I stood up.

?Unzip me. And take my jeans down.?

Her face scarlet, she got down on her knees and undid my belt. Then she opened my top button and unzipped me. I enjoyed her tugging down my jeans. There was a big bulge in my yellow-stained Y-fronts.

?Now them. With your teeth.?

She carefully bit the waistband and lowered my underpants, tugging them all the way down to where my jeans had pooled round my ankles.

?You like oral, Candy ? Giving, I mean.?

Her damp blue eyes looked up at me.

?Truth.? I said, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her vocalise it.

?No. Not really.?

I shrugged, grinning at her, sitting back down in the armchair.

?Too bad.?

Her lips were open in a heart shaped pout. She had small, very white, even teeth. I let her open wide and take my helmet into her mouth.

?That?s it Candy.?

My eyes watched her work, whilst my mind studied her brain. There is very little better than the first few times. She kept thinking about her husband, when she wasn?t trying to blank out thought altogether, and then she unavoidably returned to the slab of flesh in her mouth. I scanned through her entire sexual history like flicking the pages of a book.

I nipped back into my own head and enjoyed visions of her running through my mind as she bobbed on my cock. I could extract her memories and imagination and merge them with my own sordid file of images. Naturally I gravitated towards my likes and her dislikes.

Me and Candy would get along just fine.

I helped her with a bit of knowledge on how to control her gag reflex to make it better for me.

?Mmm ? that?s enough for the moment. Climb on, Candy.?

She rose off her knees and sat astride me.

?Kiss me.?

My cock slipped between her welcoming labs as my tongue burrowed between her lips.

I handled her fruit, thumbing her nipples, holding her steady by the ribs.

?Bounce Candy.?

Anybody watching would have thought she was having the best time. Her hips jerked in an unsteady rhythm and her head flew from side to side, strands of blond hair catching in her open mouth.

I didn?t hold back. As I flooded her cunt I swamped her mind, sentencing her to never being able to orgasm again with her husband. Except when he was tonguing her anus. From now on that would be her idea of heaven.

Mmmm ?.. yessssss.

1 ? 0 to the good guys.

 

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A tray of Amuse-bouches

 

 

 

Inside the Eastern wing of the vast State Police Headquarters was housed the infamous ?Bureau for Missing Persons?, or BUMP, to use its internal acronym.

It was a featureless concrete block; a grim, grey warren of long corridors and endless staircases, with checkpoints, surly guards and all-seeing closed circuit cameras at every turn.

 

It was at the end of the longest corridor that Colonel Max Payne, the BUMP Chief, sat and received visits and pleas from distressed relatives. In the waiting room outside his large office, people filled out forms and waited in long lines for an audience with him. He watched them on a CCTV screen from the comfort of his leather chair, before eventually telling his assistants which person he would deign to see next.

 

One young woman?s husband had simply disappeared almost a week ago. It was her fourth, frantic visit to the Bureau. She had waited patiently for hours, sobbing and beseeching help each time, handing in her forms and paying the necessary money.

Each of the three previous times she had been sent home when the Bureau closed, with an assistant telling her to arrive before dawn the next morning. The next day she had to fill in another difficult, intimate and even more extensive form that required payment of an even higher fee.

 

This time she made it into his office in the late afternoon.

Max smiled straight at her cleavage and adjusted his military suit trousers.

?I?m sorry, Ma?am.? He apologised insincerely, shrugging, and gesturing at the bank of filing cabinets that filled one entire wall of his office.

?Too may cases. You see, many people disappear. Some are in unhappy marriages, some have racked up debts, some simply wish to start a new life. My files are full of such people. Unless you give me something to go on, I?m afraid that I must conclude that your husband has done a runner.? He firmly closed the slim file on his desk.

Her doe-like brown eyes gazed at him. She was a lovely woman, mid-twenties, oval face, shoulder length brunette hair, full lips. She didn?t know it of course, but Max already had several long shot and close up photos of her in the file. He had spotted her at a caf? a few weeks earlier.

Her name was Lily.

?I have no more money.? She said.

Max shrugged again. He knew that perfectly well too. On his screen were her joint bank account details. He had cleaned them out. Each visit she had paid an increasingly large amount until there was nothing left.

?My resources are very stretched.? He said. ?Unless you can think of a way ??

He left the sentence unfinished, glancing at the clock behind his desk meaningfully.

Lily had been warned by others it might have to come to this.

She loosened the knot in her blouse, baring more of her plump cleavage. Her body matched her face. Full breasts, slim waist, flat stomach, good legs. The file said she was 5? 7? tall with a 22 inches waist and 34D tits.

Max ensured that the hidden camera lenses recorded her blatantly offering to bribe a State Official with sex.

He also turned the volume switch ?on? to transmit the rest of the conversation to a listening pair of headphones.

?Please, Sir ??

He frowned.

?What are you proposing ? Be explicit.?

?I ?I ?? she stammered. ?I will p ? pay you with my body, Sir, if you find my husband.?

Max laughed unkindly at her, lounging back in his leather chair.

?You realise how often I am made such offers ?? He looked at her now almost fully revealed tits. ?What makes you think you?re so special ??

She cringed, flushing beetroot with embarrassment.

?Please, Sir, I love him so much ? I will do whatever you ask if you find him.?

There was silence while she sat there, blouse open, without a bra.

?I make no promises.? He said, eventually, pushing back his leather chair on its wheels. ?But maybe something can be done.? He looked at his watch. ?Get under my desk here. And suck me off. Do you know how to make a man come with just your mouth ? Did you do that for your husband ??

Lily shook her head side to side, shuffling sadly round the desk and kneeling slowly between his outstretched legs.

He chuckled, unbuckling his belt.

?You have half an hour to make me come down your throat. No hands, lady. Just your lips and mouth, understood ? Think you can do that ??

He pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts to reveal his cock.

?I ? I?ll try, Sir.?

?You had better do better than that.?

He pushed firmly on the back of her hair until her lips touched his groin. When her head was down, he adjusted the hidden cameras using the controls on his computer keyboard.

The screen was split into quarters, showing the scene from four angles. He loved watching the action as it happened; one ?fish-eye? camera showed a side-on view of his trousers round his ankles with her head in profile moving in his lap.

?Remember?, he added, leaning down to whisper in her ear, ?you have just half an hour if you want the search for your husband to continue another day. No hands and, by the way, you swallow everything.?

Her warm lips felt great around his thickening erection. Wet, soft and reluctant. He pushed his chair forward, forcing her to shuffle backwards on her knees, until she was parked under his desk. A camera hidden in the floor displayed a worm?s eye view of his balls and her tits and neck.

Her head was now bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

He pushed the buzzer on his intercom.

An assistant answered. ?Colonel ??

?I?m ready for number 7?.

There were no seats in his waiting room. Each person stood under a number awaiting their turn. He called them in, apparently at random.

He watched the man jump up, brandishing his form.

Moments later the assistant ushered him to Max?s office.

Max did not look up from his papers, leaving the man standing there uncertainly. Eventually, after a whole minute, he raised his head.

?Come forward.?

Max dismissed the male assistant with a glance. The young officer knew the routine. He also knew that the previous female visitor had to be under Max?s desk. He saluted and turned, closing the door behind him.

Max held out his hand for the form. He perused it for another two minutes, making the man stand in silence.

?So,? Max said, reading the man?s name from the form, ?Mr ? er ? Clemence, your wife has run off ??

?No,? Mr. Clemence protested. ?She?s been kidnapped. I?m sure of it.?

Max pursed his lips and tilted his head sideways to indicate his uncertainty.

?You have proof of this ??

The man opened his palms. ?She just disappeared on her way to work. She wouldn?t do that. She has to have been taken against her will.?

?Many men think like that. While their wives are off fucking other men.? He glared at Mr. Clemence, daring him to object to the suggestion.

The poor man shook his head fiercely. ?No ! No, not her. I assure you.?

Max picked up the photo clipped to the form.

?She is quite attractive, your wife.?

?Yes ? Sir.?

?You have been married ? ten months ??

?Yes. Exactly ten months and three days.?

?Was your wife a virgin when you married ??

The man blushed, mouth open.

?I repeat,? Max said, ?was she a virgin ??

?No. We had ? made love together already.?

?And other men, previous boyfriends ? The truth !?

The man?s face fell. ?Two, Sir.?

?So,? Max said, in his best ?I-told-you-so? tone of voice, ?Mrs. Clemence likes other men. Did you disappoint her in bed ??

?No. Not at all.?

Max smiled at the man?s raised voice and indignation.

?Maybe she did not ? disappear, at all.? He said. ?Maybe you found out about her with another man ? Fucking him ? Maybe you killed her in a fit of jealous rage ? Is her body buried round the back of your house ??

?No ? please ? Sir, she has been kidnapped.?

Max pressed the intercom. The assistant appeared.

?Arrest this man. Place him in the holding cells and arrange for a squad to visit his house to search every square inch.?

Three more soldiers arrived to drag the struggling, shrieking man away.

?Take his place apart.? Max shouted as his office emptied.

He pushed his seat back, glancing down. He pulled his unwilling fellatrix?s face up by her hair.

?Good.? He snarled. ?But not good enough.?

She whimpered as he pulled her head back and extracted his slick shaft.

?Your oral skills need a lot of work. So we?ll put the time it takes to find your husband to good use. You can start by licking my arse.?

He slid down and forward in his seat so that his hairy buttocks were available to her mouth. Big, fat, silent tears slid down her cheeks.

?Unless you want to call the search off ??

?No ?? she gushed, ?? I?ll do it.?

He nodded condescendingly and let a long, quiet hiss of fetid wind escape from his bowel, polluting the air all around them.

?There?s plenty more where that came from.? He chuckled. ?Now, get that tongue in there.?

He let his head fall back and shut his eyes as he felt her wet tongue probing his anus. Damn it always felt so good. His own dear wife drew the line at licking out his butt. That was part of the reason he had to force other mens? wives to do it instead ! He smiled and pushed his hips so his rim enveloped her tongue more closely.

Five minutes passed with nothing but the sound of the clock ticking and slurping sounds from below. He lazily watched the scene in the waiting room as frantic relatives stood and waited, occasionally shifting from one foot to the other, eyeing each person and the clock impatiently.

Max eventually shifted up in his chair, holding her by the ear lobe.

?Hold your face still. Mouth wide open.?

He stood up and stared down at her. He began fisting his own cock so that the swollen crown bounced against her lips and nose. It only took a minute or so. Just before he came, he checked the picture on the screen. Perfect.

?Don?t move.? He grunted. ?Mmm ?nggghmmm?.?

Thick, pearly white ropes uncoiled over her face, spurting as far as her hair and forehead and down to her open mouth and chin. He did his best to cover her, aiming right and left and then pumping the residue over her flattened tongue. Not bad at all for a 44 years old ex-military bomb Commander, he thought proudly, as he surveyed the splattered target-zone.

He slumped back into his chair.

?Swallow it all.? He said, using his forefinger in sweeping strokes to smear the excess fluid from all over her face into her mouth.

She gulped, retched and slowly swallowed it all down.

Max tugged on her nipples and heavy breasts as she obeyed.

Finally, he smirked and made a dismissive gesture to her face.

?That?s enough.? He said. ?For today. Be here at six o?clock tomorrow morning. Later, we?ll see if we can find your husband.?

Slowly she rose, wiping the slick residue with the back of her hand.

He watched her walking towards the door.

?Oh,? he called out as she left, ?and shave that cunt of yours bald tonight.?

 

Max called an attendant to dismiss the people from the waiting room for the night. He watched the screen showing all the wailing and despair as they left, some of them having wasted another entire day in line.

After all was quiet, he poured himself a whisky and lit a cigar, before playing back the digital film of his latest blowjob. He froze the screen at the moment when his creamy white ropes had unravelled over her upturned face, painting it from forehead to chin, catching the shock in her blinking, wide brown eyes.

He pressed a key and admired the glossy 10? x 8? shot as it printed.

Max?s office was large, with a wide window overlooking the paved courtyard on one side, a stone fireplace and mantelpiece with bookshelves behind his desk, and a bank of metal cabinets running the entire length of the wall opposite the window.

He released the master lock on the filing cabinets and pulled out a drawer.

He smiled down at the man inside. His eyes were screwed up against the sudden burst of light as the drawer was opened.

Max surveyed him. The man was totally naked except for a white towelling diaper. Steel rings tight around his forehead, throat, biceps, chest, waist, upper thighs and ankles held him completely motionless. There was a rubber ?o? ring gag between his lips holding his mouth open and a pair of headphones fixed over his ears.

Lily?s husband stared up at Max with undisguised hatred in his brown eyes.

Max chuckled, puffed on his cigar and pressed ?rewind?, then ?play?, and the sound of an earlier conversation was projected aloud into the area around the filing cabinet.

It was the man?s second opportunity to hear his wife prostituting herself.

 

?Please, Sir ?? Lily?s voice.

?What are you proposing ? Be explicit.? Max?s voice.

?I ?I ?I will p ? pay you with my body, Sir, if you find my husband.?

The sound of Max laughing and the squeak of his leather chair.

?You realise how often I am made such offers ? What makes you think you?re so special ??

?Please, Sir, I love him so much ? I will do whatever you ask if you find him.?

?I make no promises. But maybe something can be done.? A pause. ?Get under my desk here. And suck me off. Do you know how to make a man come with just your mouth ? Did you do that for your husband ??

 

Max pressed ?pause?.

?She has much to learn.? He said, looking down at the man. ?But then ? it may be a long time before we find you. Don?t worry ??

Max held up the glossy 10 x 8 photo of the woman?s spunk covered face.

?? you will get to listen to, and see images of, her training. We will show you a movie of her when the action gets interesting enough. And, look on the bright side, assuming we find you eventually, you will have a fully trained whore to return to spend the rest of your days with !?

The man moaned through his gag and moved his head fractionally from side to side.

Max propped the photo up on the man?s legs against the cabinet. He pressed ?fast forward? and then ?play?.

?I?m sure you?ll want to hear this bit again !? he said.

 

There was silence, then just the tiniest, wet slurping sounds.

Until eventually. ?Hold your face still. Mouth wide open.? Max?s voice.

A rustling noise followed by ? ?Don?t move. Mmm ?nghmmm?.?

The unmistakable sounds of a man enjoying his orgasm.

The squeak of a chair.

?Swallow it all.?

The equally unmistakeable sounds of a woman retching and gulping.

 

Max grinned at him.

?Well, at least we know she loves you. Though whether ?.?

He unbuttoned the man?s water-and-odour-proof adult diaper and lifted up the front to peek inside.

?? she loves you enough to pass every test ? well, that remains to be seen.?

Max screwed up his nose at the strong stench of urine and faeces. He closed up the diaper and patted it down.

?I think we can get a day or two more use out of that, can?t we ? Now, you?re probably hungry and thirsty but I don?t like that ?pissed off? expression on your face. So when I open this drawer tomorrow morning I want to see a nice meek and welcoming grin on that ugly mug of yours. Got that ? And then we can maybe find you something to eat and drink.?

The man simply stared up sullenly at Max.

Max fiddled with the sound system knobs. First he switched the speakers back onto ?headphones? and turned up the volume. Then he set the tape to ?continuous loop? and smiled back down at the man. He would spend the next twelve hours or so listening to a very loud playback of Lily and Max having fun. At 20 minutes or so long, that would give him about 36 opportunities to learn each line of dialogue, each grunt and groan.

Max lowered the volume momentarily.

?I expect you to be word perfect in the morning !? he joked, lifting the photo and taking one last approving look at it.

Then he slid the drawer shut with a satisfying clunk.

He looked at the discreet temperature dial on the outside of the drawer and turned it up, setting it to 30 degrees centigrade (86 Fahrenheit) and a whopping 95% humidity.

It wouldn?t do for the poor lad to catch a chill overnight !

 

He took a sip of whisky, puffed on his cigar and opened another drawer. A powerful, acrid odour of urine wafted up into the air.

This one was female. Totally naked, with steel rings around her forehead, throat, biceps, under her breasts, thighs and ankles, fastening her motionless to the steel base of the drawer. There was a wide, pink ?o? ring gag wedged between her snarling lips.

Mrs. Clemence did not look as good as she had when they had kidnapped her that morning on her way to work. Her blue eyes were red with endless crying, her pretty face was puffed up and blotchy, her lips dry and cracked round the distorting gag. She was lying, helpless in a pool of her own piss.

But Max knew she would scrub up well. They always did.

Her trailed a finger over each plump breast, thumbing her nipples.

He reached down and scratched her triangle of pubic hair, then ran a fingernail between her labia.

Her eyes followed him.

He shrugged. ?So, you were not a virgin when you married ??

She didn?t reply, didn?t move a muscle, eyes sullen, staring.

Max blew on the tip of his cigar and held the glowing end to her nipple.

She bucked away, or tried to. Her face grimaced. She nodded her head the tiny fraction that the steel band round her forehead allowed.

?Ten months married. You must be eager for some new cock, eh ??
She tried to shake her head and made a ?mgmmh? sound through the gag.

Max chuckled.

?Don?t worry, my dear, soon you will get a lot of cock. Enough to satisfy even the most wanton slut.?

He opened another drawer and grinned at the tray displaying a fiendish assortment of implements; clips, gags, hoods, rope, wire, needles, speculum, catheters, chastity devices, razors, tweezers, and more. And a wide selection of dildoes and vibrators. Ranging from quite small intruders to enormous, clearly over-sized monsters.

Smiling, he lifted a plastic sheet off a large dish of ?amuse-bouches? prepared by his own chef.

The word means ?amuse the mouth?, although the selection didn?t look too funny to him. Anyway, he preferred the more traditional French ?amuse-gueules? meaning ?amuse the throat?. It suggested an altogether more intense, deep-down dining experience.

There was a white saucer squirming with fat slugs. Another full of writhing worms. A bowl of thick ?melt in the mouth? semen that he knew would be fresh from the bull farm. Some small ?chipolata sausages? that were shiny skin stuffed with Max?s very own ?filling? from that morning. A plate of slimy red entrails. And, his own favourite, a jar of cockroaches. All these and other delicacies.

Max picked up a pair of chop sticks and selected one of the pale, plump slugs. He held it poised over Mrs. Clemence?s pink ?o? ring gag.

He could see her larynx and defenceless mouth with the lingual depressor securing her tongue out of the way. Her blue eyes had focused on the wriggling morsel inches above her face.

?Mmmm ?? Max smacked his lips.

Her eyes darted to and fro. She was clearly trying to say something.

?Think nothing of it.? He said. ?It?s dinner time ! Prepare for your taste buds to be amused.?

With that, he dropped the slug into the back of Candy Clemence?s mouth.

 

 

 

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I was unhappy with some aspects of the original Rear Window.so I rewrote parts of it. I am now happy wit this new revised version,EnjoyRear WindowNikkie SilkRear Window is a 1954 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock and starringJames Stewart and Grace Kelly. This fictional story is inspired by someof the characters and events of the film. For a while I wished I could go back and start that day again. It hadall begun so well. The forecast was for a beautiful summer's day; clearblue skies and wall...

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The StormChapter 14

Anita woke first. Rousing herself, she viewed in the morning light the remains of the previous night’s passion. Her and Caroline’s plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. As soon as they had entered their room, John had set the lantern down on the dresser and pushed her back onto the bed. She had simply laid there, propped up on her elbows, hungrily eyeing him as he undid his pants and whipped out his immense cock. Without even removing his clothes he had climbed between her legs. Then...

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UnDone

Major Talmadge was professor of applied physics at Princeton, and his curiosity was piqued when a protegé of his asked him to document an attempt to travel back in time. He was determined to do this despite the fact that Talmadge had explained in detail about paradoxes, such as going back in time and killing one's own father! He cautioned young Alec about claiming abilities that conventional science had pretty much agreed was impossible. Nevertheless, given Alec's wealth of knowledge and...

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Birth Day Cream Pie

My birthday was today. So my wife, Alison, kept bugging me."What do you want this year, you know, in the bedroom?"You see every year, since we got married, I get a special treat from her. In addition to the regular stuff, I can request something a little kinky.So this year, I decided I'd finally ask her for something I've wanted for a long time.I told her that I wanted to eat her creampie."I'm making you a cake. Don't you want something special from me in the bedroom, too?"I told her it was...

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Municipal BlondesChapter 10 Breakout

THAT MFSOB! If he weren’t dead, I’d find him and kill him myself. Decryption I found the combination of 32 characters that, when put together in the right order, made a 512-bit encryption key. If you are interested, it is 15b41d13f8ed2d1e36db00b5e18d2b3e. Here’s a bit of advice. If you get hold of this MF thumb drive, don’t enter the encryption key! Fortunately, the damage was limited. I was being lazy and too excited that I’d found a possible breakthrough to be careful. Dag had plugged...

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Baap Ki Gal Ti Chupi Choti Beti Ne 8211 Part II

Dear ISS reader jaisa ki maine aapko apni pahili story main bataya ki meri biwi Diviya apne maayke shadi main gayi to mujhe meri beti Anushka ne mere dost ki biwi Dimpal ke saath range haathon pakad liya aur meri beti ne mujko bola ki main maa ke aane par usko sab kuch bata doongi main uski is baat se dara hua tha maine ek plan banaya aur jiske anusaar vo bathroom main slip ho gayi Maine usko uthakar bistar par lita diya. usko hip aur right hand main kafi choot lagi thi age kya hua continue...

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Holiday at the park

It was a long weekend because of a holiday so I figured the park might be good so I got dressed and put on a pair of pants and shirt over my garter belt nylons and open cup bra and headed out to the park close to my house. I always went to this park or another one not far from this one and could always find someone to fuck my sissy ass deep and hard or let me suck their cocks. It was most night not real busy with maybe 5 or so cars driving around looking for someone. Most evenings I would sit...

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Wishing Confusion

Wishing Confusion It all started with a heated argument with my twin sister Linda. We had never got along as children, and while we were forced to live together for a spell while we were in our twenties, she ended an argument with the phrase... "I wish you knew what it was like to be me, you jackass," she muttered. Suddenly I heard a loud buzzing, vibrating noise. Linda looked down at her hand. The ring she had found was humming and it began to glow like it was red hot. She didn't...

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Jennis Visit

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A Model College StudentChapter 3

Then, on Monday, I had finished my last class and was walking to my dorm when I heard a female voice call out, "Noah, hi, wait up," and I look back and it was Nora from the life drawing class and from the private session on Saturday. She came running up and kissed me hello. "Where are you headed?" she asked. "Oh, just back to my room, what are you up to?" "Not much, can I come with you? Are you busy right now?" "No, I was just going back to my room after class." "Can I come...

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The DrifterChapter 11

And the lonesome sound of the outward bound made me a slave to my wandering ways... “Mr. Merle, if I’m ever going to grow up, learn to be a man and take on some responsibility, I reckon now is as good a time as any to start. I have never taken over anything, but if I’m to take over being the man of this family and the head of this ranch, I need you to teach me what it is I’ll need to do, during this next month. Will we still have talks like this so you can help me? I don’t know shit about...

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Cucked at the wedding Phil comes to stay

The two weeks until Phil came to stay went by in a horny blur. Carrie and I fucked most nights, then 3 days before she put a stop to it telling me she was now saving herself for Phil. This may not be as 'story-like' as the others as I am recollecting from what Carrie told me so is more factual. Hopefully this won't disappoint.I left for my training course early that morning. Nervous and excited about what was going to happen to Carrie and how our lives were going to change forever....we kissed...

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Jenny

Craig launched the shortcut to his Chrome browser with a practiced click. His old, ragged office chair creaked as he leaned forward. Without thought, he opened the link to his local Craigslist section and went to the 'casual encounters' section. The young man brushed a few oily strands of thin brown hair away from his eyes as he browsed the 'women for men' listings. He picked at a few acne scars absentmindedly with his left hand while he filtered through the ads. Only once had he had...

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a foot perv 8

I woke up Sunday morning kind of late and headed down to the kitchen follow a few minutes later by Kate and Ann. Grabbing something to drink we all sat down at the table and I ask the girls if they had seen Doug yet this morning. Ann told me he had left early because he had to help his dad move some wood. With a stern look at Ann I said I hope you didn't do anything you'd regret last night. Being on the subject I asked them how they learned so much about sex being that I could count the guys...

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Good Medicine Senior YearChapter 64 Itrsquos A Wrap

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Claudias Condition the HealingChapter 23

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The Door to Door Stocking Salesman

The Door to Door Stocking Salesman By Michele Nylons In 1959 Brian Macklin was in his mid forties and was making just enough money to get along; his dreams of affluence were ruined when his marriage failed. He used to be a sales executive for an affluent London based firm but all of that came to an end when his wife left him; his father- in-law owned the firm where he worked; say no more. To make matters worse his father-in-law was a vengeful bastard and poisoned the well; none of...

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My sister and I part 4

We didnt get a chance to be together for the next couple of weeks. My mom and dad were always around. I had to settle for working things out by hand again. I had, however, been taking a pair of Mels used panties from the laundry hamper in the bathroom and got into the habit of smelling the crotch as I was jerking off. My cock got so hard from the smell. One Saturday I my sister had been out all afternoon practicing barrel riding on her horse. She came in and took a shower afterwards. As...

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Girlfriend with Testing Device Part 26 After All

This is it, the finale! Thank you so much to everybody who's reading this for sticking with me on this long weird journey. I couldn't have done it without knowing that there were people who cared. This story is for you. I hope I've given you the ending you've dreamed of. I love hearing from you guys, especially here at the end, so please let me know what you think! I've also got a discord link up on Deviantart.com/razmagurk and you can check out my latest story...

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From Unwanted Guy to Maid and Slave Part 7

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Finding BalancePart 2

The third week, the Fourth of July week, my scout troop was going to scout camp. On Saturday night I helped my brother Andy get packed. Even though he was twelve and in his second year of scouts, this was his first year at scout camp. Last summer Andy had a chance to visit our cousin's farm in central Pennsylvania and went there instead of going to camp. This was my fourth year at camp. I was experienced. I planned to take Canoeing and Environmental Science Merit Badges. I also signed up to...

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Backfire

I always hated Mondays. This one would turn out to be one of my worst ones. My wife, Peggy, was very despondent and moody. She fixed breakfast for the boys and I as if she were a robot. She wasn't being nasty, just depressed. It didn't help to brighten the morning. I had no idea what brought it on and didn't feel inclined to ask her. My sons, Robert, sixteen and Dave, eighteen left for school about the same time I left for work. For the last fifteen years I worked for a freight company that...

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The Long Walk

The Long WalkAlone I waited at the new S&M club in town, "Incinerator". It was a great mixture of seX and power. Power within the essences of the Dominant men and woman... sex between sore, bruised legs of their slaves kneeling beside them on the floor. Red walls with framed pictures of pale, naked women clutching enthorned, black roses in their bleeding hands. I took a sip of my Black Russian, and looked towards the door. There he was...My Master had walked in, not really surveying the scene...

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The Teen Whore 20 part 1

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The End of the Wait

Walking through the room, scarcely lit by the dawn, I notice our discarded clothing. Last night’s events raced through my mind. The long drive through the early morning, racing to finally see the one that had all of my attention. The slow morning, waiting for you to arrive. Our simple lunch, where we laughed more than ate. The walk to the beach, where we sat for hours as the surf rolled over our ankles. Your laugh as I fell backwards, letting the tide soak my clothes thoroughly. Your look of...

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Drawing on the Dark Side of the BrainChapter 24 Athena Was a Virgin

At exactly three-thirty, the doorbell rang. Jasmine drew the honor of answering it. She was the only one in the house still fully dressed. As soon as Eva saw the rest of us, she took a deep breath and dropped her coat. It was all she was wearing. “Okay then. Okay. I’m okay. Where do you want me to pose?” Eva wasn’t quite hyperventilating but her being naked let us see the thin stream of sweat that dripped from her pits. Ariel ran to the bathroom for a washcloth and towel as I took Eva’s hand...

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CharlieCharlene Part 5

After they both got their breath back, Charlene said, “Elaine, I don’t need to wake up next to you. I don’t need to wait until we both come home from work exhausted, and all we want to do is sit and veg out. I don’t need to think about this any longer. I love you. We have been best friends for a long time, and you know me better than anyone else. I know you better, too. And I do, I love, love, love you. I love the way your mouth curls when you are pissed, and I love the way the corners of your...

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Aisha A Very Sexy And Hot Nurse 8211 Part 2

After getting the mail from ISS “dear desidudedaivik – your story is published!!”. I was waiting for the response of you lovely people and got from 4 people & was enough to made me happy for writing the next part of my experience with my sexy & lusty nurse aisha. So here I’m; your desi dude “daivik” (i have written about me & the heroine of the story in previous part ) with the next part of my previous story “aisha a very sexy & hot nurse”. So, those who didn’t read the previous part of the...

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A WellLived Life Book 10 The WifeChapter 65 A Little Help From My Friends

August, 1985, Chicago, Illinois Bethany and Kathy finally came back to the house around 3:30pm. Kathy looked at me and her eyes told me that we needed to talk. I nodded my agreement and wondered how I could pull off the conversation without Bethany noticing. That problem solved itself when Bethany announced about 4:30pm that she was going out with Andrew and wouldn’t join us for dinner. After Bethany left, I asked Kathy to help me prepare dinner and she agreed. “So?” I asked as I got the...

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Scorpio MadnessChapter 3

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