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The Brat ? SFCityDom ? 2006

The Brat ? SFCityDom ? 2006

8:10 Wednesday Morning

Enjoying my morning coffee, I hear her off-key singing as she comes down the stairs. With the slapping sound of her bare feet landing on the hard floors, I look over my newspaper and see her dance to music I can?t hear.

She makes her way into the kitchen, pours herself a glass of orange-juice and makes herself some toast.

?You came in late last night.?

?Uh.?

?Take those damn things off!?

She makes a face at me.? ?What??

?I said?take those damn things off!?

?What??? As she removes the headphones.

?I said, take those damn things off! It is really annoying that you use your iPod when you are walking around the house. Just turn on the stereo.?

?Whatever.?

I glare at her.

?Um, sorry.?

?You came home late last night.?

?I was out with Monique.?

?I want you home early this evening.?

?I have plans.?? Between bites of toast and slips of juice.

?Cancel ?em. You have been out late too much lately. You need to concentrate on your studies and you need your rest.?

?But, I can?t??

?You had best be here when I get home.?

?Jeezus.? She whines.

?Don?t roll your eyes at me, young lady. Is your homework done??

?Yes,? she replies in a snotty tone.

?You need to hurry up and get ready. That school is costing good money; I don?t want you late.?

?Ok, Ok?

?I have to get to the office.?

?I need forty dollars? she yells as she runs up the stairs.

?What for?? My enquiry falls short as she shuts the door to the bathroom.

Leaving two twenty-dollar bills on the entry table, I grab my jacket and bag and head out the door.

7:45 Wednesday Evening

?Hello?? as I walk through the door.

Silence. Putting down my jacket and bag, I notice all the lights are on in the house.

?Hello!?

Again, no answer.

I head upstairs to take a shower. As I pull off my pants, my cell phone rings, alerting me to an inbound text message from her. I retrieve the message. ?with monique home later.?

?God damn brat.? I say to myself.

I call her cell. She doesn?t answer and it goes to voice mail.

?Hi, I got your text message. This morning I made it clear that you should be home this evening. I suggest that you head home now!?

I then text message her.

?u should b home?

I expressly told her to be home, she has blatantly disobeyed me and I am now pissed. But I know her, I am pretty certain where she will be around 10:30 this evening.

While showering, my thoughts are of her. Why does she do this? I try to provide an environment that is supportive, secure, and safe and give her the opportunities she deserves. Sometimes, I wonder if I make it too easy for her. Maybe she does not appreciate or respect me. Or as all young people do, is she just testing her limits.

As I prepare dinner, I wait for her call that never arrives. Communication is something that is important to me, of which she is well aware. It is a rare instance in which someone doesn?t know what is going on in my mind. If anything, I may communicate too much. Sometimes I make mistakes, perhaps reacting quickly when staying back a bit may be the better course. Nevertheless, you would be hard-pressed to call me passive/aggressive.

It is 10:00 o?clock and I still have not heard from her. By now she should be at a club on 4th St. This is the most likely place to find her on a Wednesday evening. I pull on my boots, grab a jacket and head down to the garage. I start up the truck and exit the garage for the 10-minute drive to the club.

When I arrive at the club, outside there is a line of people waiting to get in. There is no parking near the club; therefore, I need to double-park the truck. I turn on the flashers, get out of the truck and set the alarm.

Walking up to the bouncer guarding the entrance, I remove my driver?s license from my wallet.

?You need to wait in line with everyone else.??? The bouncer says as I approach.

?Listen. My underage daughter is in there and I am going in to retrieve her. Here is my driver?s license.? I will be right out.?

?I can?t let you in.?

?Listen, You let me in or I am going to call the police and Alcohol Enforcement and inform them that you have minors in your establishment.?

?Ok, hurry up.? He takes my license from me.

People in line complain about me getting in ahead of them.

I walk into the club.? It is dark and very Goth. Nine Inch Nails ? ?Hand That Feeds? is playing over the speakers. The club is filled with three groups of people: pure Goth, the fetish crowd and vanilla metro-sexual 20 something males. The latter group, clad In their khakis and moussed hair stand out like I would at church. They come here to watch the S/M scenes, see the fetish chicks and maybe get their asses smacked by some Domme.

I scan the crowd looking for her or for Monique. I see Monique across the room near the bar. I know that the brat is not far away. Around Monique is a small crowd of vanilla boys, all vying for her attention. Out the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of her walking from the women?s room.

No matter how she dresses, sluttily, fetishy, or classy, she is always beautiful. I remember the first time I saw her and how at that moment she became my definition of beauty. Sometimes, in a moment, everything changes.

She is wearing a dark red corset, black latex pants and high heels and her hair is in a ponytail. She reaches the crowd of boys, Monique hands her a drink. I hang back for a bit to see what she does. She is just standing there sipping her drink and chatting with the boys.

I have always enjoyed watching her interact with people; to see her in a crowd at a club or party. She can hold court if she desires. I sometimes wonder who she really is: the bratty girl I see at home or the self-assured woman I see now? The truth? She is both.

Standing there, I almost get lost just watching her. One of the boys reaches over and touches her arm. Even from this distance, I can tell she is not happy with his touch as she recoils from him.

?Fuck that,? I say to myself and I begin to make my way to her.

Weaving my way across the dance floor of spinning, death-faced dancers, I come up behind her. Monique sees me and her eyes grow large as I approach. I step between her and the boy that touched her and grabbing the brat by the shoulder, I spin her around. She appears extremely startled.

The boy that touched her steps into my space and speaks up.

?Hey old man, she is with me.?

?No I am not. I just met him here,? she quickly speaks up in disdain.

Looking at her intensely, I can tell that I have made her squirm.

?I swear I just met him.?

?She did,? Monique concurs.

Taking her drink from her and handing it to Monique, I step forward, backing the brat up against the wall with my face right in hers. With heels, she is only a couple of inches shorter than I. However, I still tower over her.

?Where are you supposed to be??

?I texted you that I was going out with Monique.?

?Wrong answer.?

?I?? she tries again.

?Wrong answer. This morning where did I tell you to be this evening when I got home??

?Home ?but ??

?No buts.? And I left a text message and voice mail reminding you where you were supposed to be.?

?I guess, I couldn?t hear my phone.?

?Give me your phone.?

?Why??

?Just give it to me.?

She reaches into her bag and hands me her phone. I scroll through her messages. She has retrieved both the voice mail and the text message.

?So you have no excuse for not being home except that you are a spoiled fucking brat.?

?But??

Again the boy speaks up: ?Dude, ah, ?scuse me, but do you own her??

?Yes. I do, actually. We are leaving. Monique do you have cab fare??

?Yeah.?

I reach up and grab the brat by the ear lobe. This will put her in her place. If I had grabbed her by the hair or something more menacing, it would simply have aroused both her and the crowd.

?Fuck, that hurts!? she squeals.

I begin walking her across the dance floor when one of the boys grabs my arm.

?Dude, that is not cool.?

?Unless you want to learn how to pick up bloody teeth, I suggest you get your fucking hands off me.?

He lets go of me and I continue pulling her across the dance floor by the ear. In the latex pants, she needs to shuffle to keep up with me and the heels don?t help.

As we exit the club and pass the bouncer, he hands me back my license.

?Hey, she isn?t underage,? he states.

?Yeah and she?s not my daughter either.?

?Jeezus, I can?t believe you are embarrassing me like this.?

?And I can?t believe you completely disregarded my request.?

I disarm the truck alarm, open the passenger?s door and push her in, shutting the door on her. As I get in the truck, she calls me an asshole. We drive off down 4th street.

?Can I have my phone back??

?No. You can go without it for a week.?

?I can?t. My calendar is on there,? she whines.

?I will give you a pen and paper and you can write out your calendar.?

?I can?t believe what an ass you are being.?

?Stop while you are ahead,? I warned her.

?You treat me like child.?

?Act like child and you will be treated like one.?

?Fuck you.?

With her words, I turn left on to 16th street and go beyond were the road ends and into a vacant lot. It is on the bay, dark and desolate. She looks over at me and realizes she has gone too far. Grabbing her by the hair, I slap her across the face.

The slap brings a glazed calm to her. Her response is similar to when you pick up a pissed-off cat by the scruff of the neck, how they suddenly become still and quiet.

?Don?t ever talk to me that way again.?

I reach into the storage box under the backseat and pull out a cock gag. I keep a few items on hand as one never knows when they may be needed. She struggles with me as I force it into her mouth and buckle it around her head. She is now more pissed then before. Again, I slap her.

Getting out of the truck, I walk around to the passenger side and open the door. There is always rope in the truck. It comes in handy. Binding her hands behind her back, I force her out of the truck and push her, stomach down, onto the passenger seat. With the excess rope, I pull her arms up and secure them to the grab bar above the door. Slapping her again, she begins to cry and gag a bit on the rubber cock in her mouth.

Latex pants are among the most difficult articles of clothing to put on and get off. However, I am able to peel them down around her hips and just above her knees, revealing her bare ass. Because they are skintight, the pants alone serve to bind her knees together.

?You will never forget this mistake.?

I pull my belt from my pants, fold it over and begin beating her ass with it. With each blow she writhes. I am not even counting tonight. I deliver several strikes and then I feel her ass to see how hot or welted it has become. After ten minutes of beating her ass, I grab her cunt. It is soaking wet. This just makes my cock hard.

Using my belt, I make a noose and put it over her head and around her throat. With a stray piece of rope, I secure her ponytail to her bound hands. Sliding my fingers into her, I begin to fuck her with my fingers. Her arms are strained by my thrusting fingers and as she moves her head, she pulls her own hair. I can hear her muffled moans against the rubber cock.

Unbuttoning my pants, I pull my hard cock out and push it into her. With her legs bound by her latex pants, her cunt is extra tight. With each stroke, I can feel her open up to me. I hold onto the belt and give it a tug while I fuck her. Not enough to choke her, she would like that, just enough to let her know I could if I wanted to. With each thrust of my cock, the rope pulls her arms and again her hair is pulled.

?Don?t fuckin? come. If you do, you will spend the next week home with the exception of going to class.?

I continue raping her cunt and then I feel it. She holds her breath, her body goes rigid, and I feel her cunt convulse around my cock.

?I told you not to fuckin? come.?

Pulling my cock from her cunt, I rub spit on her asshole then thrust into her. With just the juice from her cunt and my spit for lube, she bucks at the violent entry. Within two stokes I unload my cum in her ass. I roll off her, resting for a moment against the truck, I pull up my pants and button them. Removing the belt from her neck, I slide it back through the belt loops of my pants and buckle it.

She is still hanging there by the rope. The encounter has left her limp. Releasing her hair from the rope, I untie her arms from the grab bar. With her arms bound behind her back, I turn her to face me. Tears smear her makeup as she cries. I unbuckle the gag and remove it from her.

?Why does it have to be this way?? She sobs.

?What way??

?That we end up angry and short with each other.?

?Well, you don?t take responsibility for things. Like being home when I tell you or doing your homework. It is as if you want me mad.?

?I try. But, I?m scared of standing still.?

I reach around her and release her wrist from the ropes. She leans back onto the seat and begins to cry.

?What is there to be scared of?? I ask.

?I might miss something.?

?You might. And as you?re doing something, you will miss something else. You can?t do it all.?

?I know. Just stick with me. I need you.?

?I will.? And I pull her close.

?It?s is not like I am perfect. You have stuck with me through my mistakes.?

?Yeah.? She gasps a breath and snuffles.

?We are strange pair.?

The Brat ? SFCityDom ? 2006

8:10 Wednesday Morning

Enjoying my morning coffee, I hear her off-key singing as she comes down the stairs. With the slapping sound of her bare feet landing on the hard floors, I look over my newspaper and see her dance to music I can?t hear.

She makes her way into the kitchen, pours herself a glass of orange-juice and makes herself some toast.

?You came in late last night.?

?Uh.?

?Take those damn things off!?

She makes a face at me.? ?What??

?I said?take those damn things off!?

?What??? As she removes the headphones.

?I said, take those damn things off! It is really annoying that you use your iPod when you are walking around the house. Just turn on the stereo.?

?Whatever.?

I glare at her.

?Um, sorry.?

?You came home late last night.?

?I was out with Monique.?

?I want you home early this evening.?

?I have plans.?? Between bites of toast and slips of juice.

?Cancel ?em. You have been out late too much lately. You need to concentrate on your studies and you need your rest.?

?But, I can?t??

?You had best be here when I get home.?

?Jeezus.? She whines.

?Don?t roll your eyes at me, young lady. Is your homework done??

?Yes,? she replies in a snotty tone.

?You need to hurry up and get ready. That school is costing good money; I don?t want you late.?

?Ok, Ok?

?I have to get to the office.?

?I need forty dollars? she yells as she runs up the stairs.

?What for?? My enquiry falls short as she shuts the door to the bathroom.

Leaving two twenty-dollar bills on the entry table, I grab my jacket and bag and head out the door.

7:45 Wednesday Evening

?Hello?? as I walk through the door.

Silence. Putting down my jacket and bag, I notice all the lights are on in the house.

?Hello!?

Again, no answer.

I head upstairs to take a shower. As I pull off my pants, my cell phone rings, alerting me to an inbound text message from her. I retrieve the message. ?with monique home later.?

?God damn brat.? I say to myself.

I call her cell. She doesn?t answer and it goes to voice mail.

?Hi, I got your text message. This morning I made it clear that you should be home this evening. I suggest that you head home now!?

I then text message her.

?u should b home?

I expressly told her to be home, she has blatantly disobeyed me and I am now pissed. But I know her, I am pretty certain where she will be around 10:30 this evening.

While showering, my thoughts are of her. Why does she do this? I try to provide an environment that is supportive, secure, and safe and give her the opportunities she deserves. Sometimes, I wonder if I make it too easy for her. Maybe she does not appreciate or respect me. Or as all young people do, is she just testing her limits.

As I prepare dinner, I wait for her call that never arrives. Communication is something that is important to me, of which she is well aware. It is a rare instance in which someone doesn?t know what is going on in my mind. If anything, I may communicate too much. Sometimes I make mistakes, perhaps reacting quickly when staying back a bit may be the better course. Nevertheless, you would be hard-pressed to call me passive/aggressive.

It is 10:00 o?clock and I still have not heard from her. By now she should be at a club on 4th St. This is the most likely place to find her on a Wednesday evening. I pull on my boots, grab a jacket and head down to the garage. I start up the truck and exit the garage for the 10-minute drive to the club.

When I arrive at the club, outside there is a line of people waiting to get in. There is no parking near the club; therefore, I need to double-park the truck. I turn on the flashers, get out of the truck and set the alarm.

Walking up to the bouncer guarding the entrance, I remove my driver?s license from my wallet.

?You need to wait in line with everyone else.??? The bouncer says as I approach.

?Listen. My underage daughter is in there and I am going in to retrieve her. Here is my driver?s license.? I will be right out.?

?I can?t let you in.?

?Listen, You let me in or I am going to call the police and Alcohol Enforcement and inform them that you have minors in your establishment.?

?Ok, hurry up.? He takes my license from me.

People in line complain about me getting in ahead of them.

I walk into the club.? It is dark and very Goth. Nine Inch Nails ? ?Hand That Feeds? is playing over the speakers. The club is filled with three groups of people: pure Goth, the fetish crowd and vanilla metro-sexual 20 something males. The latter group, clad In their khakis and moussed hair stand out like I would at church. They come here to watch the S/M scenes, see the fetish chicks and maybe get their asses smacked by some Domme.

I scan the crowd looking for her or for Monique. I see Monique across the room near the bar. I know that the brat is not far away. Around Monique is a small crowd of vanilla boys, all vying for her attention. Out the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of her walking from the women?s room.

No matter how she dresses, sluttily, fetishy, or classy, she is always beautiful. I remember the first time I saw her and how at that moment she became my definition of beauty. Sometimes, in a moment, everything changes.

She is wearing a dark red corset, black latex pants and high heels and her hair is in a ponytail. She reaches the crowd of boys, Monique hands her a drink. I hang back for a bit to see what she does. She is just standing there sipping her drink and chatting with the boys.

I have always enjoyed watching her interact with people; to see her in a crowd at a club or party. She can hold court if she desires. I sometimes wonder who she really is: the bratty girl I see at home or the self-assured woman I see now? The truth? She is both.

Standing there, I almost get lost just watching her. One of the boys reaches over and touches her arm. Even from this distance, I can tell she is not happy with his touch as she recoils from him.

?Fuck that,? I say to myself and I begin to make my way to her.

Weaving my way across the dance floor of spinning, death-faced dancers, I come up behind her. Monique sees me and her eyes grow large as I approach. I step between her and the boy that touched her and grabbing the brat by the shoulder, I spin her around. She appears extremely startled.

The boy that touched her steps into my space and speaks up.

?Hey old man, she is with me.?

?No I am not. I just met him here,? she quickly speaks up in disdain.

Looking at her intensely, I can tell that I have made her squirm.

?I swear I just met him.?

?She did,? Monique concurs.

Taking her drink from her and handing it to Monique, I step forward, backing the brat up against the wall with my face right in hers. With heels, she is only a couple of inches shorter than I. However, I still tower over her.

?Where are you supposed to be??

?I texted you that I was going out with Monique.?

?Wrong answer.?

?I?? she tries again.

?Wrong answer. This morning where did I tell you to be this evening when I got home??

?Home ?but ??

?No buts.? And I left a text message and voice mail reminding you where you were supposed to be.?

?I guess, I couldn?t hear my phone.?

?Give me your phone.?

?Why??

?Just give it to me.?

She reaches into her bag and hands me her phone. I scroll through her messages. She has retrieved both the voice mail and the text message.

?So you have no excuse for not being home except that you are a spoiled fucking brat.?

?But??

Again the boy speaks up: ?Dude, ah, ?scuse me, but do you own her??

?Yes. I do, actually. We are leaving. Monique do you have cab fare??

?Yeah.?

I reach up and grab the brat by the ear lobe. This will put her in her place. If I had grabbed her by the hair or something more menacing, it would simply have aroused both her and the crowd.

?Fuck, that hurts!? she squeals.

I begin walking her across the dance floor when one of the boys grabs my arm.

?Dude, that is not cool.?

?Unless you want to learn how to pick up bloody teeth, I suggest you get your fucking hands off me.?

He lets go of me and I continue pulling her across the dance floor by the ear. In the latex pants, she needs to shuffle to keep up with me and the heels don?t help.

As we exit the club and pass the bouncer, he hands me back my license.

?Hey, she isn?t underage,? he states.

?Yeah and she?s not my daughter either.?

?Jeezus, I can?t believe you are embarrassing me like this.?

?And I can?t believe you completely disregarded my request.?

I disarm the truck alarm, open the passenger?s door and push her in, shutting the door on her. As I get in the truck, she calls me an asshole. We drive off down 4^th street.

?Can I have my phone back??

?No. You can go without it for a week.?

?I can?t. My calendar is on there,? she whines.

?I will give you a pen and paper and you can write out your calendar.?

?I can?t believe what an ass you are being.?

?Stop while you are ahead,? I warned her.

?You treat me like child.?

?Act like child and you will be treated like one.?

?Fuck you.?

With her words, I turn left on to 16^th street and go beyond were the road ends and into a vacant lot. It is on the bay, dark and desolate. She looks over at me and realizes she has gone too far. Grabbing her by the hair, I slap her across the face.

The slap brings a glazed calm to her. Her response is similar to when you pick up a pissed-off cat by the scruff of the neck, how they suddenly become still and quiet.

?Don?t ever talk to me that way again.?

I reach into the storage box under the backseat and pull out a cock gag. I keep a few items on hand as one never knows when they may be needed. She struggles with me as I force it into her mouth and buckle it around her head. She is now more pissed then before. Again, I slap her.

Getting out of the truck, I walk around to the passenger side and open the door. There is always rope in the truck. It comes in handy. Binding her hands behind her back, I force her out of the truck and push her, stomach down, onto the passenger seat. With the excess rope, I pull her arms up and secure them to the grab bar above the door. Slapping her again, she begins to cry and gag a bit on the rubber cock in her mouth.

Latex pants are among the most difficult articles of clothing to put on and get off. However, I am able to peel them down around her hips and just above her knees, revealing her bare ass. Because they are skintight, the pants alone serve to bind her knees together.

?You will never forget this mistake.?

I pull my belt from my pants, fold it over and begin beating her ass with it. With each blow she writhes. I am not even counting tonight. I deliver several strikes and then I feel her ass to see how hot or welted it has become. After ten minutes of beating her ass, I grab her cunt. It is soaking wet. This just makes my cock hard.

Using my belt, I make a noose and put it over her head and around her throat. With a stray piece of rope, I secure her ponytail to her bound hands. Sliding my fingers into her, I begin to fuck her with my fingers. Her arms are strained by my thrusting fingers and as she moves her head, she pulls her own hair. I can hear her muffled moans against the rubber cock.

Unbuttoning my pants, I pull my hard cock out and push it into her. With her legs bound by her latex pants, her cunt is extra tight. With each stroke, I can feel her open up to me. I hold onto the belt and give it a tug while I fuck her. Not enough to choke her, she would like that, just enough to let her know I could if I wanted to. With each thrust of my cock, the rope pulls her arms and again her hair is pulled.

?Don?t fuckin? come. If you do, you will spend the next week home with the exception of going to class.?

I continue raping her cunt and then I feel it. She holds her breath, her body goes rigid, and I feel her cunt convulse around my cock.

?I told you not to fuckin? come.?

Pulling my cock from her cunt, I rub spit on her asshole then thrust into her. With just the juice from her cunt and my spit for lube, she bucks at the violent entry. Within two stokes I unload my cum in her ass. I roll off her, resting for a moment against the truck, I pull up my pants and button them. Removing the belt from her neck, I slide it back through the belt loops of my pants and buckle it.

She is still hanging there by the rope. The encounter has left her limp. Releasing her hair from the rope, I untie her arms from the grab bar. With her arms bound behind her back, I turn her to face me. Tears smear her makeup as she cries. I unbuckle the gag and remove it from her.

?Why does it have to be this way?? She sobs.

?What way??

?That we end up angry and short with each other.?

?Well, you don?t take responsibility for things. Like being home when I tell you or doing your homework. It is as if you want me mad.?

?I try. But, I?m scared of standing still.?

I reach around her and release her wrist from the ropes. She leans back onto the seat and begins to cry.

?What is there to be scared of?? I ask.

?I might miss something.?

?You might. And as you?re doing something, you will miss something else. You can?t do it all.?

?I know. Just stick with me. I need you.?

?I will.? And I pull her close.

?It?s is not like I am perfect. You have stuck with me through my mistakes.?

?Yeah.? She gasps a breath and snuffles.

?We are strange pair.?

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If you have read my posts you may remember me making comments about alice being a Brat & losing control at times, she is a real pain puppy & from time to time she really needs a real heavy long play session, when things are going far from easy at her work, which it is now, a way of ridding stress & stepping away from work, is go to town on her.The last long weekend I had both diana & alice get the Friday off from work as I booked a B&B down very close to the Snow Fields, so...

Brat

I never meant for her to know that I saw her. I never really meant to watch, but when I came home early and heard the noises, I just had to check. My Aunt Margaret, you see, was kind enough to take me into her home when her sister, my mother, got sick. I know now what a sacrifice that was for her. At fifteen, though, my only concern was the inconvenience it caused me. Moving halfway across the country, away from my friends, my school, and everything I had known all my life - that was the worst...

Fallen Fruit Jenna Gets Her Brat

If you’re reading a chapter in this series for the first time, please read the short Introduction for the background and set up. There was one girl in particular who’d been in the store several times that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. She was a big-breasted girl, and quite pretty, but obviously thought way too highly of herself, and always had way too much attitude with her high school friends and us as well. She was rude, condescending, and just an all around bitch. But the...

Spoilt Brat

I was dreading opening the door as I walked up the stairs to my flat. Let me explain; my 15 year old son was staying with me after having yet another argument with his father who he actually lived with. Freddie had become a real spoilt brat and it was our fault. From being a toddler we had given in to his every need and want. Unbelievably he had got even worse in the last six months since I walked out on his dad after years of mental abuse. Whenever my son stayed with me...

Army Brat

Rebecca look at her self in the mirror, it no new thing she had been use to changing school seeing she always been a Army brat. As she look in mirror what does she see, she see a 4 foot 11 blonde hair blue eyes 115 lbs a set of 32 d boobs and a little tight ass . As she look down at her shave pussy she hear her Daddy yell u got to hurry up Rebecca if you want me to drop you off at school, she respond one minute daddy.

She Was A Brat

She was a brat, always had been. The little one, who was always getting the others into trouble. But there was something special about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, or at least I couldn’t before that night.She came to stay as she had done loads of times before, but something had changed, she was no longer the little annoying girl. Gone was the whine in its place was a lady, gone was the flat chested little girl who was an inconvenience to me as I grew up, now I saw a vision of beauty, a...

Taming A Spoiled Brat

Hi, Readers.. Its me Kritagya again. I am now 29 years old, married and still on the hunt for women, girls and housewives who have an appetite for hard core no strings attached sex.. For those who have enjoyed reading my stories : ” Finally Nailed My Aunt” & “Finally Nailed Shalini Bhabhi” (Which was not posted by ISS due to some copyright issues but is available online) here comes a new offering from my end. Trust me its not at all fiction and is based on true events. I hail from the city of...

Fucking brat

There was a very dim trickle of light through the bedroom window. The alarm blaring for a busy day in gainesville. Her Sleepy eyes were opening slowly to meet his that were wide awake, watching her sleep. A smile parted his lips as he leaned in to kiss her. He put his arm around her. She laid there, still, listening to him breath and the sound of his heart beat. Her hand traveled into his shorts and grabbed his semi hard penis. "What are you doing?" He asked quizzically. ...

Antheas baby 1

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

Uther

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

Carruthers Bride

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

Motherless Vintage

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

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Althea

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

Motherless Images

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

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Motherless Amateur

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

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Motherless BBW

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

Motherless Voyeur

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

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Aether Guardians

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

Motherless Creampie

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

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Motherless Cuckold

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

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Motherless Horror

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

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Motherless Incest

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

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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

Thea Chapter Four

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

Thea and Sam

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

Motherless

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

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Motherless Interracial

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

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

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

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Motherless Scat

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

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Motherless Fappening

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

Absinthe Dreams

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

Motherless Arab

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

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Motherless Facials

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

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Thea

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

Motherless Fetish

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

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

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

Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

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

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

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

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

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

Thelma and her brother

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

Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

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

ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

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

Ethel

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

Ethel 1921

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

Katherines Style

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

Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

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

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Absinthe Seduction

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

EstherChapter 3

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

EstherChapter 2

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

Theresas Deportment

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

Esther III

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

Katherines Style Part Two

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

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