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WIFE OF THE VENTRILOQUIST

WIFE OF THE VENTRILOQUIST

 

SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2006

 

It was a placid evening at the Lake Wales Hospice, and the community room was filled with interested viewers of ?Best of the Ed Sullivan Show?? Tanya, the aide, was leaning against the wall, talking to the Head Nurse. ?God, I don?t remember Ed Sutherland at all, but when they showed the Beatles, I know about that.? The girl turned earnestly to the Head Nurse who smiled. ?My gramma went to their first concert in the States.?

 

The Head Nurse actually had been born about a year after the Ed Sullivan show had ended, but she turned to give Tanya a brief history lesson, when she saw an old woman spin from a black-and-white skit on the Sullivan show.? The old woman wheeled herself out of the room?refused to use a scooter, said she wanted to keep her arms strong?and went down the hall into her room.

 

Oh, dear. That?s old Mrs. Grigsby..and her first husband was?she must be overcome with emotion, the poor thing, seeing the old show and she?s gone back to her room to cry. That?s so sad. I?ll have to mention it to the Social Worker tomorrow.

 

The Head Nurse began telling Tanya about the Ed Sullivan Show and the various skits, and neither knew that old Mrs. Grigsby, formerly Mrs. Sterling Fogg, was in her room masturbating furiously?

 

 

JULY 22, 1982

?Slave Irma wrestled with her bonds, bumping her head against the top of the chest. Oooh it hurt.

 

?First, because? Slave Irma?s five foot nine frame was bunched up in a small clothing trunk, and secondly, because since Mistress Miranda had ordered Slave Fogg to shave Irma?s head, as punishment for the sin of Pride, Slave Irma?s bare head kept slamming against the splintery top of her grandmother?s wooden chest.

 

All her beautiful long curling dark hair. Sure, Slave Irma was in her late fifties now, and she?d had to touch the hair up a bit over the years, but it was quite beautiful still.

 

It was no picnic either, having your arms and legs bound behind you so you could fit in a tiny trunk like this one, for three hours. Breathing through a few holes, oh God.

 

Suddenly she heard commotion outside the trunk, and the lock was being opened, and, Oh-Halleluiah! The top opened. The light stung Slave Irma?s eyes. She shut them to become accustomed.

 

Slave Fogg, Slave Irma?s husband of? thirty-six years, pulled her out of the trunk as gently as he could. ?Mistress Miranda wants to see you.? Slave Fogg said, looking earnestly at her through his thick eyeglasses.

 

?Oh, you poor thing, she put you through the Machine!? Irma said. And yes, Fogg?s buttocks were covered once again in bright red welts.

 

Slave Fogg?s curly hair was quite gray now, and he was a tubby fellow. Really, Irma might have left him by now, but she couldn?t leave Mistress Miranda?

 

Mistress Miranda, beautiful, cool and quite cruel, was the love of? Irma?s life, and there were obvious issues involving Miss Miranda leaving Slave Fogg behind.

 

The elderly couple, naked as jaybirds shuffled upstairs into Mistress Miranda?s dungeon. There she was, in all her glory, legs crossed and leaning in her little chair.?

 

Slave Irma?s pussy became wet as she greeted her Mistress by dropping to her knees and kissing? Miranda?s tiny feet.

 

?It hurt bending down because Irma?s clitoral lips were weighed down by horrible tiny chains attached to spiked balls that dangled and then swung back up, tearing her vagina?because she was addicted to masturbating!

 

Slave Fogg knelt by the Spanking Machine, a large wheel with a variety of canes, paddles and straps, which thwacked your ass as you bent across a padded sawhorse.

 

Programmed by a small motor and computer, either of Miranda?s slaves would, upon her order, bend into the machine.

 

Then punch in the number of? whacks and lashes that Mistress prescribed, as Mistress Miranda was somewhat disabled in giving corporal punishment herself.

 

But the Machine worked well, and once had gone a little too fast and had sent Slave Fogg to the Emergency Room.

 

But now Slave Fogg knelt there, awaiting Miranda?s orders.

 

Miranda said to Slave Irma, ?So you?ve been given time to think since Fogg locked you in the chest, eh? You don?t think you?re better than Miranda do you??

 

Irma paused. ?Ma?am, I never thought I was! I just was brushing my hair??

 

Miranda laughed harshly. ?I?m sorry, Irma, but you?re too prideful, and have been disobedient too much lately. In the fourteen years you?ve been my slave, you?ve never been worse than in the last few weeks?as if you don?t trust Miranda!?

 

Tears welled in Irma?s eyes. ?Ma?am, it?s not that way! I adore you?I?d do anything for you! You?re my slave mistress!?

 

She?d spent hours licking and polishing Miranda?s beautiful small body, smoother than most, as Fogg had watched in envy.

 

?Irma had gone through so much from Miranda?she?d put cigarettes out on her own breasts, carved a tattoo in her stomach with broken glass, whatever Mistress had ordered.

 

In 1974, while Slave Fogg and Miranda had watched from a table, Irma had picked up? a strange man at the bar at Elaine?s in New York, and she?d blown the guy in the men?s room, just as Miranda had ordered!

 

Irma and Fogg had slept on beds of nails, locked themselves in a puppy kennel in the back yard during pouring rain?and even stopped speaking to their adult children, because Miranda needed more attention, and Irma was desperate to please Miss Miranda, but what more could she do?

 

My God, at the last cocktail party they?d had, Miranda had ordered Fogg and Irma to strip and suck off the penises and pussies of their more liberal friends?it had been humiliating to suck the pussy of her best friend, Betsy Bloomingdale, who had never called Irma again.

?

?I?m afraid I don?t believe you,? Miranda?s eyes looked cold. ?I want you to have my name tattooed on your forehead?you?re an ugly old woman?it won?t matter appearance, wise.?

 

Slave Irma gasped, horrified. And what a hurtful thing to say! But Miranda, who had not aged a whit in all the years, often had taunted Irma for her gathering wrinkles.

 

?Miranda, of course was immortal.

 

?I-I can?t do that, Miss Miranda.? Slave Irma protested. ?That would be just too much.?

 

?Why not?? Miranda jibed. ?You?re not allowed to leave the house and the gardens?by my order you?ve not left in seven years.

 

?Who would see you? Shit, you ugly old bag, you?ve not worn clothes except once when the exterminator came? in eighteen months?it won?t hurt you to have a tattoo. You?ll do it, NOW.?

 

As Irma?s tears ran, Miranda laughed and scorned her, and Slave Fogg knelt silently by the spanking machine. Irma knew she was very close to being ordered to lie in the damned thing, and get her buttocks blistered by raining straps, canes, paddles and whips.

 

?I?ll?have to do it, then Ma?am.? Slave Irma said dolefully.

 

?Suddenly Slave Fogg got up. ?I have to go to the bathroom ma?am. Be right back.? Fogg looked at Miranda for permission.

 

?No!? Miss Miranda shrieked at Fogg. ?I need you here. Hold it, and I?ll have you get an enema later.? But Fogg ran desperately to the bathroom. Irma shook her head. There would be hell to pay for the poor guy later.

 

?She no longer was in love with Fogg, but they were peers in the serving of Mistress Miranda.

 

The bathroom on this floor was out of order, so Fogg was going downstairs. There was no risk of him being seen naked, the two of them had fired their domestic staff some years ago, and cleaned the house themselves, under Miranda?s direction?

 

Though when Fogg and Miranda went to work or on business trips, Slave Irma had to clean herself, and then Fogg would escort? Miss Miranda to inspect for any signs of dust or grime..and then the spanking machine, of course!

 

Now that Fogg was gone, Irma tried to reason with Mistress Miranda. He was so rarely not around, and Beloved Mistress might be more reasonable without the other slave there.

 

Irma turned up to the blond valkyrie, breasts and hips full in her leather outfit. ?Please, Miss Miranda?won?t you reconsider? Maybe a small tattoo on my neck?

 

?I-I miss my children and I might want to see folks before they die, and I couldn?t let them see this? wouldn?t you consider??

 

Miss Miranda was silent. Was she judging Irma? She was probably quite angry at this display of independence.

 

?Can?t we please talk about it a little more?? Irma looked pleading.

 

But Miss Miranda kept her counsel, just staring at Irma, as if the slave-girl was a bore to her.

 

Oh, God she?s furious. She?s going to tell Fogg to lock me back up in the chest, and then possibly get tattoed by force, that?s why she won?t speak to me---

 

And then Irma remembered.

 

Suddenly, Irma shook her head, and stared at Miranda for the last time. I can?t believe this, I?m insane, I?ve got to escape?but if Fogg comes back, and Miranda starts speaking again?I might be persuaded to tattoo my FOREHEAD. And never leave.

 

Oh God. I?ve got to get out of here now!

 

?Slave Fogg??

 

Fogg was rising off the toilet when he heard Slave Irma?s voice through the bathroom door. ?Yes, why are you down here? Did Mistress Miranda permit you to leave the room??

 

?Foggy recalled that there was a fuzzy reason why he shouldn?t have left the two women alone but?

 

?Mistress Miranda is furious with you for taking the bathroom break. She has ordered you to stay on your knees in the bathroom for an hour, actually, don?t leave the bathroom until she comes for you herself.? Irma giggled for the first time in a decade.

 

?If that?s what she wants.? Fogg was always obedient to Miranda.

 

Twenty minutes later Fiona Fogg pulled her Maserati up to the house, to greet her sobbing mother, who was clad in a pair of overalls?and nothing else. ?The only clothes I could find, Fiona.? Her mother sobbed in the girl?s arms.

 

?Don?t worry, Mom. I?ll take you to my house Mike and the kids have been waiting so long to see you, and Skippy and his family will be coming over.?

 

?No, not yet, Fiona?I think you have to take me to a mental hospital.?

 

MAY 19, 1939

 

The boy trudged down the street, hoping none of his buddies were around. They had been razzing him all over the East Side 'cause of what happened the last time Ma and Cousin  Audrey had put the boy in  the hated pink dress and made him priss up and down the street for an hour, for cripes sake.

 

He wiped his thick spectacles with his arm, and tried to bear up for what was coming.

 

"STAARLING!" Cousin Audrey's head came out, with her long blond curls bouncing.Oh, how the boy hated that. The way she perverted the name Dad gave him, and Ma did it too. "Is your pay envelope sealed?"

 

The boy looked up at her. Cousin Audrey's boobs were almost poking out of her tight jumper, And look at her red nail enamel! A hot girl...but mean! "Yer ma's not going to like it if your envelope isn't sealed!" Audrey crooned, and she shut the window.

 

The boy bit his lip. He always told his boss, begged him to seal his pay envelope, but Mr. Rukowski had forgotten again. And that meant that Ma was going to take the boy's drawers down and whip him with her big hairbrush while Audrey laughed.

 

Ma enforced everything with her hairbrush. When the boy had gotten less than an A on every grade on his report card in school he'd been whipped...and then she'd made him quit school at thirteen and go look for work.

 

"I'm going to beat you, Starling, every day you come home without a job." Ma's eyes had narrowed, and Cousin Audrey had laughed. She'd been sixteen then, and pretty much of a looker.

 

Every Day! "Ma I'm home"

"Did you get the job at Krubble's Bakery?"

 

"Th-they said they'd get back to me, Ma!"

 

"Take 'em down! Cousin Audrey, get me the hairbrush!"

 

"B-but her friends are here, all those girls are gonna see my pecker-"

 

"I'll give you double for dirty-talk! Take those knickerbockers and underpants DOWN!"

 

And then, while Cousin Audrey and her beautiful friends Sherlene and Stacia laughed, the boy would undo his pants and undies and bend his naked buttocks over the couch, and Ma would whack away as he screamed.

 

?You?re (whack!) gonna (whack! whack!) get a job, STAARLING (whack!) and not be like your good for nothing father (whack! whack!) dead of the drink (whack!) all these years!?

 

Sherlene?s giggles. ?God, what a little weirdo, and see his you-know-what? It?s excited, Audrey!?

 

Then Ma would make him stand in the corner with his pants down while the girls made fun of his fat buttocks, and how welted and damaged they were.

 

Then the next day--"Did you get the job at the handbag factory? No? Pants down!"

and the next--"Didja get the grocery job? No? Pants down!"

 

Finally the boy had gotten a job, and then Ma had told him she wanted his pay envelope glued shut so she knew he hadn't been skimming off the top. Every week she whipped his buttocks if the envelope wasn't glued.

 

Sure, Ma was generous when she got the envelope, and gave the boy a third of what he'd made to "Waste down at the pool hall" as she put it, but she had to get the envelope first, and it had to be sealed.

 

Six years since he began working, and he still got his pants taken down, and sometimes Cousin Audrey would do the spanking.

 

Once, Cousin Audrey tied the boy to his bed and whacked him with a carpet sweeper because she caught him looking at her through a hole in the bathroom.

 

But then Cousin Audrey had turned the boy over and played with his privates for nearly an hour, before whacking the sweeper down on his dick so it got all limp.

 

She was something!

 

Now, the boy hesitated outside the tenement door. The whipping would be coming!

The window opened and it was  Ma's voice "STA-A-ARLING! Get up here, so we can see that envelope!" And Cousin Audrey's laughter.

 

The boy sighed and opened the door, and went in.

 

 

OCTOBER 12, 1945

Midshipman Sterling Fogg and his wife,? Irma finally unlocked the door of their little apartment.. ?So, Foggy? Irma said, using the nickname he?d had since they were kids playing stickball in Brooklyn.

 

??Quite a ceremony, huh? Look at all those medals.? Irma, a curvy brunette wearing bright red lipstick and nail polish gestured at the ribbons and medals adorning Foggy?s chest.

 

Fogg liked the way they looked?it had given him a lot of confidence. He was an overweight, sweating youthy, and his dress blues with their medals made him look a little better to his shapely, gorgeous wife.

 

?Just luck, honey.?Fogg returned. ?Happened to be on the right ship when the Japs surrendered. Hey, guess what?? Fogg grinned. ?I think I made a big break for me and Boots Bromberg, my dummy.?

 

Irma smiled as Fogg pulled out the little puppet that he?d been practicing with since junior high.

 

Irma smiled at the little wooden dummy, clad in pinstripe suit and top hat. She?d not seen him in four years. Sometimes she wondered if she was closer to Boots or Foggy.

 

?Tell her, Boots!? Fogg said as he propped the grotesque little man on his knee.

 

The doll began speaking, as Sterling threw his voice. ?Jeez Louise, Irma, can?t see what you want in this bum.? Fogg made the puppet gesture towards his own chest.

?Irma laughed as she always did. ?Well, you are all hard wood, Boots?I oughta take a look at that!?

 

There was a look of pain on Sterling Fogg?s face as he listened to the two banter, but Irma thought, if you don?t want a puppet busting your balls or flirting with your wife, why not throw the puppet in the fire?

 

?You betcha!? Boots shot back. ?You?d be one lucky broad. Anyhow, the ventriloquist here showed me off at the Talent show at the officer?s club in Tokyo, and we met a sergeant who woiks in radio?get me? We?re gonna be big! We might even break inta that new thing, television?my handsome face for everyone to see?so the bum here don?t have to go back to bein? busboy at Lindys no more.?

 

Fogg dropped the puppet as Irma jumped into his arms, excited. ?Isn?t it wonderful!? Irma said ?I always knew you were talented.?

 

Fogg kissed her, and then said. ?But with all the pressure on the battleship Missouri, and then all the medals and talk of my bravery and how I?m a great sailor, has been too much. I feel like I need a reminder of who I am, Miss Irma. I?ve not had one in four years.?

 

Irma gave Fogg one more gentle smile, and then her brows furrowed. ?Yeah?I bet you?ve been all stuffed up with being told what a brave sailor you are?think you?re something special, do you? A big shot!?

 

As Irma spoke, she thrust her chest out, and cracked imaginary gum.

 

?Fogg breathed inwardly, staring at his beautiful brunette wife, her bosoms heaving like Jane Russells in a snug cashmere sweater. ?N-no, Miss Irma, I-I don?t think I?m a big shot.?

 

SLAP! Irma?s long red nails left slight scratches as her little palm crashed across Fogg?s face. "Did you interrupt me?" shouted Irma.

 

"I see your manners have seriously eroded since you've been in the Pacific. All my training seems to be gone, and you?re just a big fuckin? blob?Remember how the boys called you that? The Blob?? Irma smirked. ?They liked me though.?

 

Fogg blushed, recalling how, even when they were going steady, how Irma kept him from feeling her up, but how he?d seen Irma going into the vacant tenement with his two best friends ?Goldie? Goldberg and the Otter.

 

How on their wedding night, she?d disappeared with the groomsmen for a party right after the vows, leaving him to sit with his parents.

 

Irma pretended to pout. ?You didn?t like sharing me, honey? Too bad.? Irma looked at Fogg contemptuously. ?You?re just a limp-dicked freak. And now you think you?re hot shit because you got some medals ?cause you HAPPENED to be on the Missouri when the Japs surrendered. Well, I?ll take some of that outta you.?

 

Fogg trembled as Irma went to the closet and rummaged around, bringing out a large wooden hairbrush. ?Your Mommy gave this to me, Foggy.? Irma said in a honeyed voice.

 

?I told her I have plenty of fun with the cane and the strop, but she told me how she useta have to beat your bare bottom with this because you?d try to neglect your violin lessons to play inna street with the kids.? Irma grabbed Fogg by his tie and pulled him to the couch, and then began unbuckling Fogg?s pants.

 

?Ma?she told you that?? Fogg couldn?t believe it. But now he had to focus, as Irma pointed to her lap severely. ?P-please ma?am?? But his cock was rising out of his shirt waist as his pants and underpants were puddled round his knees. ?I-I?m not a big-big shot.?

 

Finally, Irma reached up and grabbed Fogg?s ear and dragged him down across her lap. WHACK! ?I know I probably can?t whack as hard as your Mommy did, but I?ll try.? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The hairbrush harshly slapped Foggy?s buttocks and he tried to avoid crying by biting his lip, then his tongue. He knew that if he cried, Irma would make fun of him cruelly?.

 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Irma slammed the hairbrush down, taking turns with the cheeks. Fogg?s penis hardened against her short wool skirt. Although he was in agony, he knew he needed this?wanted this. It had been so long. WHACK! WHACK!

 

Finally, Irma kicked Fogg off her knees and he kneeled on the floor, his pants bunched up around the knees. Irma noted that Fogg?s eyes were leaking tears under his thick spectacles. ?Aaw..baby?s crying is he?? Fogg shook his head, but more tears came.

 

Irma went to the closet and brought out her razor strop. Setting the evil leather thing on the sofa, Irma pulled off her sweater, revealing her marvelous bosoms encased in a snug T-shirt. ?I?m gonna give it to ya with the strop an? then the cane, an? then, I?m gonna put a couple rat-traps on your nipples and your balls?an? make ya scrub the floor with your teeth!?

 

?N-no please Miss Irma?? But the strop landed again and again on Fogg?s defenseless buttocks, bursting the blisters created by Ma?s old hairbrush.

 

Fogg hid his face in his hands and cried like a little girl. Irma laughed harshly.

?

?Roll over on the couch!? Sterling rolled over so his buttocks were scraping the couch.

 

He looked so ridiculous in his dress blues with the medals and his pants down?but there was his cock all hard!?

 

Irma reached down and began toying with Fogg?s cock.? ?So you like this, do ya? I demand that you make this penis of yours small again.? But as she said it, Irma?s fingers kept rubbing the shaft, and her red nails shined against the white of the penis. It was even harder now.

 

?P-please, I can?t stop it from being erect?OW!?

 

Irma?s strop landed again and again on Fogg?s penis, but it stayed hard, and Fogg screamed, and the neighbors downstairs, irate from the noise, banged the ceiling with their brooms.

 

?As Sterling Fogg cried and Irma raged, Boots Bromberg, the little wooden doll sat on the suitcase and grinned into space.

 

April 14th, 1953

 

Irma shook her head.

??Aw c?mon honey? Sterling Fogg said. ?I know you liked Boots Bromberg, but everybody and his brother has a boy dummy?Think I can compete with Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy?? Fogg waved the new girl dummy at Irma. ?Look at her, in her miniskirt and all?she?s a hot one! I?m going to call her Miranda.?

 

Irma looked depressed. ?Foggy, you?ve done so well with Boots. Your own radio show for eighteen years, you go on Ed Sullivan?we got to move here to L.A., big house, and our kids are in great boarding schools.

 

?Sterling Jr. wrote from Andover, to tell me that they call him Skippy now?he?s a preppie, and t?think my father was a dress cutter. We got a good thing with Boots, and?Miranda looks kinda slutty.?

 

And she did. Limpid painted on eyes, full lips, obscenely large carved breasts and long legs? Suddenly, the puppet spoke. ?Are you goin? to let this broad of yours run me down Foggy? Who you like more, her or me??

 

Fogg and Irma burst into laughter. ?Well honey, I guess that?s what you want!? Irma smiled.

Fogg said. ?Hey, I didn?t say it, she did!?

 

July 19, 1968

Irma let herself in the house after a day of shopping. Skippy and Fiona were surfing with friends, and the huge house seemed empty. God, we?re rich now, Irma thought as she walked through the big house. The ?Sterling and Miranda? show, one of the first on that remarkable invention, television, had really brought in the greenbacks.

 

Sterling Fogg was a household word now..and Miranda, the girl dummy was amazing!

 

Fogg had her dressed quite often in hippie garb, with headbands and miniskirts?and Miranda was bossy almost?she?d made Fogg go in drag on ?Sonny and Cher? and she?d belittled him on ?Donny and Marie? Pat Boone had publicly referred to Miranda as a ?harlot?

 

?But they were rich!

 

Suddenly, Irma heard a woman?s voice upstairs, and she went up to the second floor, and peeked through the library door. Sterling often practiced with Miranda in there, and it looked like something was going on!

 

The doll was perched on Sterling?s knee, and her little arm, manipulated by Fogg, was lashing his peter, and yes?he was naked as a jaybird! The Miranda dummy was dressed in a little leather outfit and she was shouting at Sterling, who was crying.

 

?Worthless scum! I wish I could beat your ass! You?re nothing, you pig!?

 

Watching this, Irma felt revulsion. Sterling Fogg was her slave, and now he was making his dummy play games like this with him! Irma shook her head. This was crazy. Irma opened the door and walked in. I?m ending this now.

 

As Sterling Fogg looked up in surprise, Miranda said ?Ah, Irma. We?ve been waiting for you!?

 

WIFE OF THE VENTRILOQUIST

 

SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2006

 

It was a placid evening at the Lake Wales Hospice, and the community room was filled with interested viewers of ?Best of the Ed Sullivan Show?? Tanya, the aide, was leaning against the wall, talking to the Head Nurse. ?God, I don?t remember Ed Sutherland at all, but when they showed the Beatles, I know about that.? The girl turned earnestly to the Head Nurse who smiled. ?My gramma went to their first concert in the States.?

 

The Head Nurse actually had been born about a year after the Ed Sullivan show had ended, but she turned to give Tanya a brief history lesson, when she saw an old woman spin from a black-and-white skit on the Sullivan show.? The old woman wheeled herself out of the room?refused to use a scooter, said she wanted to keep her arms strong?and went down the hall into her room.

 

Oh, dear. That?s old Mrs. Grigsby..and her first husband was?she must be overcome with emotion, the poor thing, seeing the old show and she?s gone back to her room to cry. That?s so sad. I?ll have to mention it to the Social Worker tomorrow.

 

The Head Nurse began telling Tanya about the Ed Sullivan Show and the various skits, and neither knew that old Mrs. Grigsby, formerly Mrs. Sterling Fogg, was in her room masturbating furiously?

 

 

JULY 22, 1982

?Slave Irma wrestled with her bonds, bumping her head against the top of the chest. Oooh it hurt.

 

?First, because? Slave Irma?s five foot nine frame was bunched up in a small clothing trunk, and secondly, because since Mistress Miranda had ordered Slave Fogg to shave Irma?s head, as punishment for the sin of Pride, Slave Irma?s bare head kept slamming against the splintery top of her grandmother?s wooden chest.

 

All her beautiful long curling dark hair. Sure, Slave Irma was in her late fifties now, and she?d had to touch the hair up a bit over the years, but it was quite beautiful still.

 

It was no picnic either, having your arms and legs bound behind you so you could fit in a tiny trunk like this one, for three hours. Breathing through a few holes, oh God.

 

Suddenly she heard commotion outside the trunk, and the lock was being opened, and, Oh-Halleluiah! The top opened. The light stung Slave Irma?s eyes. She shut them to become accustomed.

 

Slave Fogg, Slave Irma?s husband of? thirty-six years, pulled her out of the trunk as gently as he could. ?Mistress Miranda wants to see you.? Slave Fogg said, looking earnestly at her through his thick eyeglasses.

 

?Oh, you poor thing, she put you through the Machine!? Irma said. And yes, Fogg?s buttocks were covered once again in bright red welts.

 

Slave Fogg?s curly hair was quite gray now, and he was a tubby fellow. Really, Irma might have left him by now, but she couldn?t leave Mistress Miranda?

 

Mistress Miranda, beautiful, cool and quite cruel, was the love of? Irma?s life, and there were obvious issues involving Miss Miranda leaving Slave Fogg behind.

 

The elderly couple, naked as jaybirds shuffled upstairs into Mistress Miranda?s dungeon. There she was, in all her glory, legs crossed and leaning in her little chair.?

 

Slave Irma?s pussy became wet as she greeted her Mistress by dropping to her knees and kissing? Miranda?s tiny feet.

 

?It hurt bending down because Irma?s clitoral lips were weighed down by horrible tiny chains attached to spiked balls that dangled and then swung back up, tearing her vagina?because she was addicted to masturbating!

 

Slave Fogg knelt by the Spanking Machine, a large wheel with a variety of canes, paddles and straps, which thwacked your ass as you bent across a padded sawhorse.

 

Programmed by a small motor and computer, either of Miranda?s slaves would, upon her order, bend into the machine.

 

Then punch in the number of? whacks and lashes that Mistress prescribed, as Mistress Miranda was somewhat disabled in giving corporal punishment herself.

 

But the Machine worked well, and once had gone a little too fast and had sent Slave Fogg to the Emergency Room.

 

But now Slave Fogg knelt there, awaiting Miranda?s orders.

 

Miranda said to Slave Irma, ?So you?ve been given time to think since Fogg locked you in the chest, eh? You don?t think you?re better than Miranda do you??

 

Irma paused. ?Ma?am, I never thought I was! I just was brushing my hair??

 

Miranda laughed harshly. ?I?m sorry, Irma, but you?re too prideful, and have been disobedient too much lately. In the fourteen years you?ve been my slave, you?ve never been worse than in the last few weeks?as if you don?t trust Miranda!?

 

Tears welled in Irma?s eyes. ?Ma?am, it?s not that way! I adore you?I?d do anything for you! You?re my slave mistress!?

 

She?d spent hours licking and polishing Miranda?s beautiful small body, smoother than most, as Fogg had watched in envy.

 

?Irma had gone through so much from Miranda?she?d put cigarettes out on her own breasts, carved a tattoo in her stomach with broken glass, whatever Mistress had ordered.

 

In 1974, while Slave Fogg and Miranda had watched from a table, Irma had picked up? a strange man at the bar at Elaine?s in New York, and she?d blown the guy in the men?s room, just as Miranda had ordered!

 

Irma and Fogg had slept on beds of nails, locked themselves in a puppy kennel in the back yard during pouring rain?and even stopped speaking to their adult children, because Miranda needed more attention, and Irma was desperate to please Miss Miranda, but what more could she do?

 

My God, at the last cocktail party they?d had, Miranda had ordered Fogg and Irma to strip and suck off the penises and pussies of their more liberal friends?it had been humiliating to suck the pussy of her best friend, Betsy Bloomingdale, who had never called Irma again.

?

?I?m afraid I don?t believe you,? Miranda?s eyes looked cold. ?I want you to have my name tattooed on your forehead?you?re an ugly old woman?it won?t matter appearance, wise.?

 

Slave Irma gasped, horrified. And what a hurtful thing to say! But Miranda, who had not aged a whit in all the years, often had taunted Irma for her gathering wrinkles.

 

?Miranda, of course was immortal.

 

?I-I can?t do that, Miss Miranda.? Slave Irma protested. ?That would be just too much.?

 

?Why not?? Miranda jibed. ?You?re not allowed to leave the house and the gardens?by my order you?ve not left in seven years.

 

?Who would see you? Shit, you ugly old bag, you?ve not worn clothes except once when the exterminator came? in eighteen months?it won?t hurt you to have a tattoo. You?ll do it, NOW.?

 

As Irma?s tears ran, Miranda laughed and scorned her, and Slave Fogg knelt silently by the spanking machine. Irma knew she was very close to being ordered to lie in the damned thing, and get her buttocks blistered by raining straps, canes, paddles and whips.

 

?I?ll?have to do it, then Ma?am.? Slave Irma said dolefully.

 

?Suddenly Slave Fogg got up. ?I have to go to the bathroom ma?am. Be right back.? Fogg looked at Miranda for permission.

 

?No!? Miss Miranda shrieked at Fogg. ?I need you here. Hold it, and I?ll have you get an enema later.? But Fogg ran desperately to the bathroom. Irma shook her head. There would be hell to pay for the poor guy later.

 

?She no longer was in love with Fogg, but they were peers in the serving of Mistress Miranda.

 

The bathroom on this floor was out of order, so Fogg was going downstairs. There was no risk of him being seen naked, the two of them had fired their domestic staff some years ago, and cleaned the house themselves, under Miranda?s direction?

 

Though when Fogg and Miranda went to work or on business trips, Slave Irma had to clean herself, and then Fogg would escort? Miss Miranda to inspect for any signs of dust or grime..and then the spanking machine, of course!

 

Now that Fogg was gone, Irma tried to reason with Mistress Miranda. He was so rarely not around, and Beloved Mistress might be more reasonable without the other slave there.

 

Irma turned up to the blond valkyrie, breasts and hips full in her leather outfit. ?Please, Miss Miranda?won?t you reconsider? Maybe a small tattoo on my neck?

 

?I-I miss my children and I might want to see folks before they die, and I couldn?t let them see this? wouldn?t you consider??

 

Miss Miranda was silent. Was she judging Irma? She was probably quite angry at this display of independence.

 

?Can?t we please talk about it a little more?? Irma looked pleading.

 

But Miss Miranda kept her counsel, just staring at Irma, as if the slave-girl was a bore to her.

 

Oh, God she?s furious. She?s going to tell Fogg to lock me back up in the chest, and then possibly get tattoed by force, that?s why she won?t speak to me---

 

And then Irma remembered.

 

Suddenly, Irma shook her head, and stared at Miranda for the last time. I can?t believe this, I?m insane, I?ve got to escape?but if Fogg comes back, and Miranda starts speaking again?I might be persuaded to tattoo my FOREHEAD. And never leave.

 

Oh God. I?ve got to get out of here now!

 

?Slave Fogg??

 

Fogg was rising off the toilet when he heard Slave Irma?s voice through the bathroom door. ?Yes, why are you down here? Did Mistress Miranda permit you to leave the room??

 

?Foggy recalled that there was a fuzzy reason why he shouldn?t have left the two women alone but?

 

?Mistress Miranda is furious with you for taking the bathroom break. She has ordered you to stay on your knees in the bathroom for an hour, actually, don?t leave the bathroom until she comes for you herself.? Irma giggled for the first time in a decade.

 

?If that?s what she wants.? Fogg was always obedient to Miranda.

 

Twenty minutes later Fiona Fogg pulled her Maserati up to the house, to greet her sobbing mother, who was clad in a pair of overalls?and nothing else. ?The only clothes I could find, Fiona.? Her mother sobbed in the girl?s arms.

 

?Don?t worry, Mom. I?ll take you to my house Mike and the kids have been waiting so long to see you, and Skippy and his family will be coming over.?

 

?No, not yet, Fiona?I think you have to take me to a mental hospital.?

 

MAY 19, 1939

 

The boy trudged down the street, hoping none of his buddies were around. They had been razzing him all over the East Side 'cause of what happened the last time Ma and Cousin  Audrey had put the boy in  the hated pink dress and made him priss up and down the street for an hour, for cripes sake.

 

He wiped his thick spectacles with his arm, and tried to bear up for what was coming.

 

"STAARLING!" Cousin Audrey's head came out, with her long blond curls bouncing.Oh, how the boy hated that. The way she perverted the name Dad gave him, and Ma did it too. "Is your pay envelope sealed?"

 

The boy looked up at her. Cousin Audrey's boobs were almost poking out of her tight jumper, And look at her red nail enamel! A hot girl...but mean! "Yer ma's not going to like it if your envelope isn't sealed!" Audrey crooned, and she shut the window.

 

The boy bit his lip. He always told his boss, begged him to seal his pay envelope, but Mr. Rukowski had forgotten again. And that meant that Ma was going to take the boy's drawers down and whip him with her big hairbrush while Audrey laughed.

 

Ma enforced everything with her hairbrush. When the boy had gotten less than an A on every grade on his report card in school he'd been whipped...and then she'd made him quit school at thirteen and go look for work.

 

"I'm going to beat you, Starling, every day you come home without a job." Ma's eyes had narrowed, and Cousin Audrey had laughed. She'd been sixteen then, and pretty much of a looker.

 

Every Day! "Ma I'm home"

"Did you get the job at Krubble's Bakery?"

 

"Th-they said they'd get back to me, Ma!"

 

"Take 'em down! Cousin Audrey, get me the hairbrush!"

 

"B-but her friends are here, all those girls are gonna see my pecker-"

 

"I'll give you double for dirty-talk! Take those knickerbockers and underpants DOWN!"

 

And then, while Cousin Audrey and her beautiful friends Sherlene and Stacia laughed, the boy would undo his pants and undies and bend his naked buttocks over the couch, and Ma would whack away as he screamed.

 

?You?re (whack!) gonna (whack! whack!) get a job, STAARLING (whack!) and not be like your good for nothing father (whack! whack!) dead of the drink (whack!) all these years!?

 

Sherlene?s giggles. ?God, what a little weirdo, and see his you-know-what? It?s excited, Audrey!?

 

Then Ma would make him stand in the corner with his pants down while the girls made fun of his fat buttocks, and how welted and damaged they were.

 

Then the next day--"Did you get the job at the handbag factory? No? Pants down!"

and the next--"Didja get the grocery job? No? Pants down!"

 

Finally the boy had gotten a job, and then Ma had told him she wanted his pay envelope glued shut so she knew he hadn't been skimming off the top. Every week she whipped his buttocks if the envelope wasn't glued.

 

Sure, Ma was generous when she got the envelope, and gave the boy a third of what he'd made to "Waste down at the pool hall" as she put it, but she had to get the envelope first, and it had to be sealed.

 

Six years since he began working, and he still got his pants taken down, and sometimes Cousin Audrey would do the spanking.

 

Once, Cousin Audrey tied the boy to his bed and whacked him with a carpet sweeper because she caught him looking at her through a hole in the bathroom.

 

But then Cousin Audrey had turned the boy over and played with his privates for nearly an hour, before whacking the sweeper down on his dick so it got all limp.

 

She was something!

 

Now, the boy hesitated outside the tenement door. The whipping would be coming!

The window opened and it was  Ma's voice "STA-A-ARLING! Get up here, so we can see that envelope!" And Cousin Audrey's laughter.

 

The boy sighed and opened the door, and went in.

 

 

OCTOBER 12, 1945

Midshipman Sterling Fogg and his wife,? Irma finally unlocked the door of their little apartment.. ?So, Foggy? Irma said, using the nickname he?d had since they were kids playing stickball in Brooklyn.

 

??Quite a ceremony, huh? Look at all those medals.? Irma, a curvy brunette wearing bright red lipstick and nail polish gestured at the ribbons and medals adorning Foggy?s chest.

 

Fogg liked the way they looked?it had given him a lot of confidence. He was an overweight, sweating youthy, and his dress blues with their medals made him look a little better to his shapely, gorgeous wife.

 

?Just luck, honey.?Fogg returned. ?Happened to be on the right ship when the Japs surrendered. Hey, guess what?? Fogg grinned. ?I think I made a big break for me and Boots Bromberg, my dummy.?

 

Irma smiled as Fogg pulled out the little puppet that he?d been practicing with since junior high.

 

Irma smiled at the little wooden dummy, clad in pinstripe suit and top hat. She?d not seen him in four years. Sometimes she wondered if she was closer to Boots or Foggy.

 

?Tell her, Boots!? Fogg said as he propped the grotesque little man on his knee.

 

The doll began speaking, as Sterling threw his voice. ?Jeez Louise, Irma, can?t see what you want in this bum.? Fogg made the puppet gesture towards his own chest.

?Irma laughed as she always did. ?Well, you are all hard wood, Boots?I oughta take a look at that!?

 

There was a look of pain on Sterling Fogg?s face as he listened to the two banter, but Irma thought, if you don?t want a puppet busting your balls or flirting with your wife, why not throw the puppet in the fire?

 

?You betcha!? Boots shot back. ?You?d be one lucky broad. Anyhow, the ventriloquist here showed me off at the Talent show at the officer?s club in Tokyo, and we met a sergeant who woiks in radio?get me? We?re gonna be big! We might even break inta that new thing, television?my handsome face for everyone to see?so the bum here don?t have to go back to bein? busboy at Lindys no more.?

 

Fogg dropped the puppet as Irma jumped into his arms, excited. ?Isn?t it wonderful!? Irma said ?I always knew you were talented.?

 

Fogg kissed her, and then said. ?But with all the pressure on the battleship Missouri, and then all the medals and talk of my bravery and how I?m a great sailor, has been too much. I feel like I need a reminder of who I am, Miss Irma. I?ve not had one in four years.?

 

Irma gave Fogg one more gentle smile, and then her brows furrowed. ?Yeah?I bet you?ve been all stuffed up with being told what a brave sailor you are?think you?re something special, do you? A big shot!?

 

As Irma spoke, she thrust her chest out, and cracked imaginary gum.

 

?Fogg breathed inwardly, staring at his beautiful brunette wife, her bosoms heaving like Jane Russells in a snug cashmere sweater. ?N-no, Miss Irma, I-I don?t think I?m a big shot.?

 

SLAP! Irma?s long red nails left slight scratches as her little palm crashed across Fogg?s face. "Did you interrupt me?" shouted Irma.

 

"I see your manners have seriously eroded since you've been in the Pacific. All my training seems to be gone, and you?re just a big fuckin? blob?Remember how the boys called you that? The Blob?? Irma smirked. ?They liked me though.?

 

Fogg blushed, recalling how, even when they were going steady, how Irma kept him from feeling her up, but how he?d seen Irma going into the vacant tenement with his two best friends ?Goldie? Goldberg and the Otter.

 

How on their wedding night, she?d disappeared with the groomsmen for a party right after the vows, leaving him to sit with his parents.

 

Irma pretended to pout. ?You didn?t like sharing me, honey? Too bad.? Irma looked at Fogg contemptuously. ?You?re just a limp-dicked freak. And now you think you?re hot shit because you got some medals ?cause you HAPPENED to be on the Missouri when the Japs surrendered. Well, I?ll take some of that outta you.?

 

Fogg trembled as Irma went to the closet and rummaged around, bringing out a large wooden hairbrush. ?Your Mommy gave this to me, Foggy.? Irma said in a honeyed voice.

 

?I told her I have plenty of fun with the cane and the strop, but she told me how she useta have to beat your bare bottom with this because you?d try to neglect your violin lessons to play inna street with the kids.? Irma grabbed Fogg by his tie and pulled him to the couch, and then began unbuckling Fogg?s pants.

 

?Ma?she told you that?? Fogg couldn?t believe it. But now he had to focus, as Irma pointed to her lap severely. ?P-please ma?am?? But his cock was rising out of his shirt waist as his pants and underpants were puddled round his knees. ?I-I?m not a big-big shot.?

 

Finally, Irma reached up and grabbed Fogg?s ear and dragged him down across her lap. WHACK! ?I know I probably can?t whack as hard as your Mommy did, but I?ll try.? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The hairbrush harshly slapped Foggy?s buttocks and he tried to avoid crying by biting his lip, then his tongue. He knew that if he cried, Irma would make fun of him cruelly?.

 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Irma slammed the hairbrush down, taking turns with the cheeks. Fogg?s penis hardened against her short wool skirt. Although he was in agony, he knew he needed this?wanted this. It had been so long. WHACK! WHACK!

 

Finally, Irma kicked Fogg off her knees and he kneeled on the floor, his pants bunched up around the knees. Irma noted that Fogg?s eyes were leaking tears under his thick spectacles. ?Aaw..baby?s crying is he?? Fogg shook his head, but more tears came.

 

Irma went to the closet and brought out her razor strop. Setting the evil leather thing on the sofa, Irma pulled off her sweater, revealing her marvelous bosoms encased in a snug T-shirt. ?I?m gonna give it to ya with the strop an? then the cane, an? then, I?m gonna put a couple rat-traps on your nipples and your balls?an? make ya scrub the floor with your teeth!?

 

?N-no please Miss Irma?? But the strop landed again and again on Fogg?s defenseless buttocks, bursting the blisters created by Ma?s old hairbrush.

 

Fogg hid his face in his hands and cried like a little girl. Irma laughed harshly.

?

?Roll over on the couch!? Sterling rolled over so his buttocks were scraping the couch.

 

He looked so ridiculous in his dress blues with the medals and his pants down?but there was his cock all hard!?

 

Irma reached down and began toying with Fogg?s cock.? ?So you like this, do ya? I demand that you make this penis of yours small again.? But as she said it, Irma?s fingers kept rubbing the shaft, and her red nails shined against the white of the penis. It was even harder now.

 

?P-please, I can?t stop it from being erect?OW!?

 

Irma?s strop landed again and again on Fogg?s penis, but it stayed hard, and Fogg screamed, and the neighbors downstairs, irate from the noise, banged the ceiling with their brooms.

 

?As Sterling Fogg cried and Irma raged, Boots Bromberg, the little wooden doll sat on the suitcase and grinned into space.

 

April 14th, 1953

 

Irma shook her head.

??Aw c?mon honey? Sterling Fogg said. ?I know you liked Boots Bromberg, but everybody and his brother has a boy dummy?Think I can compete with Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy?? Fogg waved the new girl dummy at Irma. ?Look at her, in her miniskirt and all?she?s a hot one! I?m going to call her Miranda.?

 

Irma looked depressed. ?Foggy, you?ve done so well with Boots. Your own radio show for eighteen years, you go on Ed Sullivan?we got to move here to L.A., big house, and our kids are in great boarding schools.

 

?Sterling Jr. wrote from Andover, to tell me that they call him Skippy now?he?s a preppie, and t?think my father was a dress cutter. We got a good thing with Boots, and?Miranda looks kinda slutty.?

 

And she did. Limpid painted on eyes, full lips, obscenely large carved breasts and long legs? Suddenly, the puppet spoke. ?Are you goin? to let this broad of yours run me down Foggy? Who you like more, her or me??

 

Fogg and Irma burst into laughter. ?Well honey, I guess that?s what you want!? Irma smiled.

Fogg said. ?Hey, I didn?t say it, she did!?

 

July 19, 1968

Irma let herself in the house after a day of shopping. Skippy and Fiona were surfing with friends, and the huge house seemed empty. God, we?re rich now, Irma thought as she walked through the big house. The ?Sterling and Miranda? show, one of the first on that remarkable invention, television, had really brought in the greenbacks.

 

Sterling Fogg was a household word now..and Miranda, the girl dummy was amazing!

 

Fogg had her dressed quite often in hippie garb, with headbands and miniskirts?and Miranda was bossy almost?she?d made Fogg go in drag on ?Sonny and Cher? and she?d belittled him on ?Donny and Marie? Pat Boone had publicly referred to Miranda as a ?harlot?

 

?But they were rich!

 

Suddenly, Irma heard a woman?s voice upstairs, and she went up to the second floor, and peeked through the library door. Sterling often practiced with Miranda in there, and it looked like something was going on!

 

The doll was perched on Sterling?s knee, and her little arm, manipulated by Fogg, was lashing his peter, and yes?he was naked as a jaybird! The Miranda dummy was dressed in a little leather outfit and she was shouting at Sterling, who was crying.

 

?Worthless scum! I wish I could beat your ass! You?re nothing, you pig!?

 

Watching this, Irma felt revulsion. Sterling Fogg was her slave, and now he was making his dummy play games like this with him! Irma shook her head. This was crazy. Irma opened the door and walked in. I?m ending this now.

 

As Sterling Fogg looked up in surprise, Miranda said ?Ah, Irma. We?ve been waiting for you!?

 

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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

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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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The Murder of Sharon Weathers Slut Extraordinaire

My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender. It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had...

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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...

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Hi friends, indru kathaiyil en nanbanai kathal seithu emathiriya pennai ootha kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. En tamil kathaiyai inaiya thalathil pathivu seithatharku nandri, en peyar pradeep vayathu 21 aagugirathu. En nanbanai oru pen kathal seithu matter mudinthathum kayati vitu vitaal, athanaal naan avalai usar seithu hardcore seiyanum endru mudithu seithen. En nanban enaku nanban endru kanbithukolamal aval idam muthal muthalil pesi pazhaga aarambithen. Aval pathini pola en idam nadika...

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Becoming Anthea

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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...

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Thea and Sam

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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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Pauline The Slut Part 32 Therese Humiliates Pau

Therese looked at the scene before her. Her father and brother naked, her grandfather’s cock sticking out of his trousers and her grandmother eating her mother’s cunt, both of us naked. Beth with the camera, filming. “God, the slut is only in the door and she’s gone sex mad.” she said referring to me. She went and sat on the arm of her father’s chair putting her arm around him and kissing him on the cheek. My father was now hard again. He pushed my mother out of the way and started to fuck me...

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The BarlowsThea

Three months later, the sound of laughter made Thea Barton look up. The now twenty year -old blond-headed beauty was in the living room reading when she heard it. Recognizing the voice of Uncle Dan, she smiled as she waited to see whom he was going to be with. When the laughter grew louder, she smiled. Ah, yes! It was Irene, her now very good friend! Uncle Dan seemed to prefer her to the others. Her being married seemed to make no difference to all concerned parties. Thea smiled to herself,...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS10E17 Ashley Mathews 29 from Newcastle Northern Ireland

This week’s show begins with that same old rusty bedstead, and that same old dirty mattress. Pausing to take in the magnificent filthiness of it, then pulling back to reveal the bare concrete floor around it, and to take in the harsh lighting. And then we hear our guest of the week approaching, quick little footsteps ... Light clicks on the studio floor. We pan round to see what we’ve got this week and see a slight, pale, small-boobed lady walking in quick, short strides ... She’s not is a...

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Love Lust For My Aunt Bethesda Part 8211 1

Hi, guys. It’s been a long time on ISS. I was away from the city. I hope you did like my other two stories(true incidents) which I had written. This is the next encounter I had with my aunt who was all alone and needed a little love for her. Her name is Bethesda and lived her whole life alone after her husband married another woman. I do have a lust for her and want her so badly. She is 45 years old and looks bomb. She got a good voluptuous body and looks like a brunette. As for me, I’m six...

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Becoming Anthea Part 2

My name is Anthony; I am twenty-two years old and live with my beautiful girlfriend Zoe. As you have read I have dark hair and dark eyes and I am clean shaven. Zoe is older than I am by a couple of years and is the driving force of our relationship. I am what many call a cross-dresser: a guy that gets great sexual satisfaction from dressing in women’s clothing.Of course, my girlfriend knows all about my cross-dressing. In fact, she encourages me to cross-dress. Once a week, generally on a...

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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

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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...

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A Day in the Life of Dr Smithers

Clayton Smithers was really glad he had listened to his mother when she told him he should become a doctor. Mom had always told him it would be a lot of work but worth it in money and prestige. She had been only part right. Hardly any work had been required, just learning the jargon and technical terms by studying books and papers written by psychiatrists who had taken the hard route to obtaining their degrees. Clayton Smithers had taken the easy route, buying his degree from the best diploma...

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Wife turned theater slut

My wife and I have been happily married for several years and have a very active sex life. We are perfectly matched, as I am a dominant and she is quite submissive. Although she is often shy, once she gets worked up she becomes a sex crazed a****l. It's a wonderful transformation to see and one I put to good use on a regular basis.This one particular weekend, I decided to give my wife a thrilling tease and told her I was taking her to an adult theater one state over where nobody would know...

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Wife Entertains the Theater

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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...

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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

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Enjoying Gunthers attention

I had met Gunther while attending a boring conference out of town.Of course my beloved hubby had not been there for sure.He was a young athletic Austrian guy, handsome and muscled. A real gentleman, but I felt he had a dark past and I wanted to know it…Now Gunther was in town and my hubby was out; so I agreed to meet him at a local pub, I knew it was not the sort of place I would normally go with a man on my first date; but I did not care about it…I decided to wear my tightest black leather...

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Wife Did A Real Special Kind Of Brothel Work

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

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Mrs Ethel HarrisChapter 5

Ethel developed a really great liking for Adam Strong in the week she spent visiting them. He did not exactly remind her of her dead husband, Archy, but he had a lot of the same characteristics that she had loved in Archy. His main attraction, though, was that he let her be her. Adam did not try to change her to fit some sort of "ideal woman" in his eyes. Ethel hated to leave at the end of her week's visit, but she knew that she had to if she was ever going to satisfy her vendetta against...

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Motherless Fetish

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Jake Peters and I watched the lady friends of Lynette Peters as they played cards at the kitchen table. Jake's comments about Betty, and how he wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with her, surprised me. Jake always dated girls around his own age. Betty was probably in her mid to late thirties. She was pretty, blond and sported a curvy figure. Not overweight, comfy would be the best description. I did notice that she was eyeing us up a bit more than the other women were.   But first a brief...

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Mrs Ethel HarrisChapter 6

The next afternoon, Ethel, Hester, and Anna rode into Wilsonville. Ethel had her horse, but the other two ladies were riding in a carriage driven by Anna. Ethel was planning to open her bank account and stay over to play poker, but the other two were going to do some shopping and return home in time for supper. They met Jonas for dinner (lunch to you damyankees) and had a very nice meal at the hotel restaurant. Of course, it was not up to what Hester could and would fix, but it was still...

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