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She wasn?t the first, she wasn?t the last, but she?ll always be my favourite

She wasn?t the first, she wasn?t the last, but she?ll always be my favourite. She was the youngest, although I didn?t know it at the time ? reading the newspaper reports later I discovered that she was only 14. She?d been out with her older sister?s friends but got turned away from the club they went to, hence I found the poor little mite wandering the streets of south London on her own just after midnight on a Saturday last summer.

She was young, I could see that much, but I had her down at maybe 16 or 17. She was certainly dressed it ? thigh-skimming red minidress with plunging neckline exposing her barely-there breasts, a lightweight denim jacket keeping her bare shoulders warm and a pair of red heels with straps that wound their way up her calves. Shoulder-length blonde hair tied in pigtails, with matching red ribbons, all topped off with red lipstick? She was almost trying too hard, something that betrayed her lack of years.

Catching her wasn?t too hard. I could see straight off which way she was heading ? towards the night-bus stop ? and knew there was a lovely little muddy track bordered by private garages that eventually turned into a narrow footpath alongside the railway embankment. It was the perfect location.

I drew the car up around the corner and headed off to intercept my victim. She was so wrapped up in her own world she didn?t seem to notice as I pulled my skimask on before sprintint towards her and pulling out a hunting knife. She tried to scream but I already had my arm around her and the knife on her neck.

?Scream or struggle and I?ll slit your throat,? I said, drawing blood on her neck to prove a point. ?Do as I say and once I have your money and mobile and know you?re not going to tell anyone I?ll let you go.?

All of this was untrue, but I wanted her to think I was just a regular south London mugger, which would make it all the more fun when I got what I really wanted.

She tottered along the track on her little heels, starting to sob and occasionally plead, but always shutting up when I pressed the cold steel blade hard against her neck. We reached the footpath and I threw her to the ground.

?Actually, you?re a pretty little thing,? I said. ? Just so happens I have my camera with me, and I think I could sell a few pics of you on the internet.?

She looked horrified. That delighted me in so many ways.

?Stand up and strip,? I ordered. She hesitated. I? lunged towards her, and slashed the knife across her thigh. She shouted in pain, but decided it was in best interests to do as I said. Off came the jacket, then she dropped the straps on her dress, reached for the zip and let it slide to the floor. She went to start untying her shoes, but I was so turned on by their calf-hugging properties that I wasn?t going to let them go easily.

?Keep the shoes on,? I said. ?Little girls like you dressed in slutty shoes like that are worth so much more.?

She unclipped her red bra, revealing her childish breasts. She paused again, sobbing.

?Everything!? I commanded, but she was too scared to move. I stepped forward and roughly cut off her red knickers with my knife, cutting her thighs again as I did so for good measure.

I had the usual kit with me, and dealt with her in the same fashion. Once she was naked I span her round, pinned her hands behind her back and tied her wrists tightly with a plastic zip-tie ? quick, easy anonymous. Then the ball gag went it, freshly bought that day. I could have stuffed her mouth with anything, but it seems to freak them out more when they feel the harsh leather straps and buckles tightening around their heads, and why bother doing what I do if not to scare the crap out of them?

Now at this point I normally blindfold my little captive ? not to protect my identity, as I?m always masked for obvious reasons ? but when I span her round again and forced her to her knees there was something about the look in her eyes that turned me on more than anything I?d seen before. The sheer terror, the horror of the situation? She knew exactly what was coming next and that there was nothing she could do about it. The tears were streaming down her cheeks, leaving long black trails of mascara across her face. She was whimpering into the rubber ball jammed between her teeth, but was pleading with her blood-shot eyes to be spared. Covering them up would have been a crime, and I was only interested in committing one crime that night.

I pushed her onto her back, kneeled between her legs and forced them apart, then swabbed my fingers in the pot of Vaseline I bought with me and jammed them into her barely-haired pussy. She moaned louder, not the turned-on moan that fakers would like to believe secret little sluts make when rapists penetrate them, but a moan of pain, of humiliation, of disgust with herself and what had become of her.

Raping her was something special. I?d popped her hymen with my fingers, which spoiled some of the fun, but she was so tight (and she wriggled so much as I pinned her throat down with one had while propping myself up and digging my fingers into her thigh with the other), that I could barely contain myself long enough to make her really suffer. I felt myself welling up and bit deep into her budding left breast as I came deep inside her. She screamed in pain, then went back to the disgusted sobbing as she felt my semen trickle down inside her vagina.

They often think it?s over at this point, but I?m only ever half done. While I regained my erection (not difficult with a stunning teenage blonde bound, gagged, bleeding and helpless in the mud in front of you), I got out my digital camera and fired off a few shots, laughing as she was dazzled by the flash and writhed at her bonds in an attempt to hide her shame.

Before long I was ready again. A swift kick to the face got her attention firmly back on me as I flipped her onto her stomach and forced a greased finger deep into her anus. He back passage was, unsurprisingly, far tighter than her vagina and as she screamed in pain, her blood mixing with the lubricant, it was all I could do to remember to have a little fun by forcing her face into the dirt and pulling her hair tightly with my fists before I came in her lower colon.

Job done, I moved on to the stage I do just for kicks. First I had to blindfold her, wrapping the duct tape across her eyes and around her matted hair four or five times. Then I got out the permanent marker, scrawling any obscene slogans that came to mind across her naked and bruised body. A few more photographs for the album, then it was time to shove a beer bottle in her vagina and anus, amusing myself with her muffle screams as the unfamiliar cold objects violated her most private spaces. Another length of duct tape secured each foreign object inside her.

It was then that I spoke for the first time since taking her. Drawing a knife across her right breast, cutting deep enough to scar badly, I held my head close to hers and whispered in her ear:

?You think this smarts, bitch? It?s nothing compared to what I?ve done before and what I?ll do to you if you fail to follow my instructions to the letter. I?m about to set an oven timer going next to you. You are going to kneel here in the mud and not move until it goes off. I?m going to stand and wait for a while, then move away when I?m ready. If you move one muscle while I?m still standing here, I will come and fuck you up very, very badly. I won?t kill you, but you will be so badly mutilated that you will wish you were. I will cut your tits off, I will fuck you with this knife and cut off your clit, and I will slash your face to pieces. No man will ever look at you again with anything other than horror and disgust, and I will be the only man who ever fucked you.?

She was crying desperately under the gag and all the tape, shaking her head, begging me not to do it. Pulling the sharp blade across her left ear, hard enough to draw blood, I continued with my monologue.

?Before I go, you?re going to suck me off. If I so much as feel a single tooth anywhere near my dick, I will cut your nose off. Then I will cut your ears off. Then, if I?m really angry, or just feeling mean, I?ll take one or both of your pretty little blue eyes. These are not threats, these are assurances. If you fail to please me, or if you fail to swallow one drop of my semen, I will take your tongue. Do you understand??

She nodded frantically, desperate to avoid the terrible fate I had suggested to her. Satisfied that she would co-operate, I removed her gag and quickly forced my once-again erect cock down her throat, gripping the back of her head brutally as I pumped it back and forth until I came. She swallowed it all, bless her, but my fun wasn?t over.

?That was the worst blowjob I ever had, you useless cunt,? I shouted.

?Oh god, no please, I?m sorry, I didn?t??

I cut off her whining with a knee to the jaw, sending her sprawling backwards.

?I didn?t ask for your opinion,? I said calmly as I shoved the ball back in her mouth. ?Now I have to punish you twice.?

She was screaming into the gag, pleading, willing to do anything, but I didn?t care. From the moment I grabbed her this was always going to happen no matter what she said or did.

I walked around behind her, pinned an arm around her throat and dragged the knife deep across her left cheek, carving the letters S and L deep into her flesh.

?Because you?re such a pretty little thing I?m only going to scar your face, so maybe you can find some desperate boy who can only pull a mutilated little bitch and then fuck you with a bag over your head.?

She screamed and writhed, but I had her pinned tightly as I carved U and T onto the right side of her face.

?Now, I?m going to leave you. Remember what I said. If I see you move before the alarm goes off I will come back and do everything I talked about earlier and more besides. You?ve got off lightly so far, sweet pea, trust me on that. This time might be running for 10 minutes, it might be running for two hours. I might be here for 10 minutes or I might be here for two hours. You have no way of knowing. All you are going to do is kneel here and wait. Once that alarm buzzes you can do whatever you like. There?s a late-night bar up the road, maybe you?d like to go and meet some nice boys there and see if they?ll help you.?

I set the alarm for its maximum, one hour, and set it ticking before heading off up the muddy track. I lingered at the end of the path for a few minutes, watching as she dutifully kneeled there, head hung low, her whole body shuddering with her non-stop sobs. I almost felt sorry for her I walked off into the balmy night, all her clothes shoved into my rape-kit bag, and collected my car.

A few days later I learned from the papers that she had indeed been found after staggering, bound, bleeding and blindfolded, into the street and being spotted by drinkers leaving the bar. It didn?t take the police long to link my methods and DNA to the 20 or so earlier attacks across the country, but I?m too careful to get caught. It was time to move on to a new patch, and new victim.

She wasn?t the first, she wasn?t the last, but she?ll always be my favourite. She was the youngest, although I didn?t know it at the time ? reading the newspaper reports later I discovered that she was only 14. She?d been out with her older sister?s friends but got turned away from the club they went to, hence I found the poor little mite wandering the streets of south London on her own just after midnight on a Saturday last summer.

She was young, I could see that much, but I had her down at maybe 16 or 17. She was certainly dressed it ? thigh-skimming red minidress with plunging neckline exposing her barely-there breasts, a lightweight denim jacket keeping her bare shoulders warm and a pair of red heels with straps that wound their way up her calves. Shoulder-length blonde hair tied in pigtails, with matching red ribbons, all topped off with red lipstick? She was almost trying too hard, something that betrayed her lack of years.

Catching her wasn?t too hard. I could see straight off which way she was heading ? towards the night-bus stop ? and knew there was a lovely little muddy track bordered by private garages that eventually turned into a narrow footpath alongside the railway embankment. It was the perfect location.

I drew the car up around the corner and headed off to intercept my victim. She was so wrapped up in her own world she didn?t seem to notice as I pulled my skimask on before sprintint towards her and pulling out a hunting knife. She tried to scream but I already had my arm around her and the knife on her neck.

?Scream or struggle and I?ll slit your throat,? I said, drawing blood on her neck to prove a point. ?Do as I say and once I have your money and mobile and know you?re not going to tell anyone I?ll let you go.?

All of this was untrue, but I wanted her to think I was just a regular south London mugger, which would make it all the more fun when I got what I really wanted.

She tottered along the track on her little heels, starting to sob and occasionally plead, but always shutting up when I pressed the cold steel blade hard against her neck. We reached the footpath and I threw her to the ground.

?Actually, you?re a pretty little thing,? I said. ? Just so happens I have my camera with me, and I think I could sell a few pics of you on the internet.?

She looked horrified. That delighted me in so many ways.

?Stand up and strip,? I ordered. She hesitated. I? lunged towards her, and slashed the knife across her thigh. She shouted in pain, but decided it was in best interests to do as I said. Off came the jacket, then she dropped the straps on her dress, reached for the zip and let it slide to the floor. She went to start untying her shoes, but I was so turned on by their calf-hugging properties that I wasn?t going to let them go easily.

?Keep the shoes on,? I said. ?Little girls like you dressed in slutty shoes like that are worth so much more.?

She unclipped her red bra, revealing her childish breasts. She paused again, sobbing.

?Everything!? I commanded, but she was too scared to move. I stepped forward and roughly cut off her red knickers with my knife, cutting her thighs again as I did so for good measure.

I had the usual kit with me, and dealt with her in the same fashion. Once she was naked I span her round, pinned her hands behind her back and tied her wrists tightly with a plastic zip-tie ? quick, easy anonymous. Then the ball gag went it, freshly bought that day. I could have stuffed her mouth with anything, but it seems to freak them out more when they feel the harsh leather straps and buckles tightening around their heads, and why bother doing what I do if not to scare the crap out of them?

Now at this point I normally blindfold my little captive ? not to protect my identity, as I?m always masked for obvious reasons ? but when I span her round again and forced her to her knees there was something about the look in her eyes that turned me on more than anything I?d seen before. The sheer terror, the horror of the situation? She knew exactly what was coming next and that there was nothing she could do about it. The tears were streaming down her cheeks, leaving long black trails of mascara across her face. She was whimpering into the rubber ball jammed between her teeth, but was pleading with her blood-shot eyes to be spared. Covering them up would have been a crime, and I was only interested in committing one crime that night.

I pushed her onto her back, kneeled between her legs and forced them apart, then swabbed my fingers in the pot of Vaseline I bought with me and jammed them into her barely-haired pussy. She moaned louder, not the turned-on moan that fakers would like to believe secret little sluts make when rapists penetrate them, but a moan of pain, of humiliation, of disgust with herself and what had become of her.

Raping her was something special. I?d popped her hymen with my fingers, which spoiled some of the fun, but she was so tight (and she wriggled so much as I pinned her throat down with one had while propping myself up and digging my fingers into her thigh with the other), that I could barely contain myself long enough to make her really suffer. I felt myself welling up and bit deep into her budding left breast as I came deep inside her. She screamed in pain, then went back to the disgusted sobbing as she felt my semen trickle down inside her vagina.

They often think it?s over at this point, but I?m only ever half done. While I regained my erection (not difficult with a stunning teenage blonde bound, gagged, bleeding and helpless in the mud in front of you), I got out my digital camera and fired off a few shots, laughing as she was dazzled by the flash and writhed at her bonds in an attempt to hide her shame.

Before long I was ready again. A swift kick to the face got her attention firmly back on me as I flipped her onto her stomach and forced a greased finger deep into her anus. He back passage was, unsurprisingly, far tighter than her vagina and as she screamed in pain, her blood mixing with the lubricant, it was all I could do to remember to have a little fun by forcing her face into the dirt and pulling her hair tightly with my fists before I came in her lower colon.

Job done, I moved on to the stage I do just for kicks. First I had to blindfold her, wrapping the duct tape across her eyes and around her matted hair four or five times. Then I got out the permanent marker, scrawling any obscene slogans that came to mind across her naked and bruised body. A few more photographs for the album, then it was time to shove a beer bottle in her vagina and anus, amusing myself with her muffle screams as the unfamiliar cold objects violated her most private spaces. Another length of duct tape secured each foreign object inside her.

It was then that I spoke for the first time since taking her. Drawing a knife across her right breast, cutting deep enough to scar badly, I held my head close to hers and whispered in her ear:

?You think this smarts, bitch? It?s nothing compared to what I?ve done before and what I?ll do to you if you fail to follow my instructions to the letter. I?m about to set an oven timer going next to you. You are going to kneel here in the mud and not move until it goes off. I?m going to stand and wait for a while, then move away when I?m ready. If you move one muscle while I?m still standing here, I will come and fuck you up very, very badly. I won?t kill you, but you will be so badly mutilated that you will wish you were. I will cut your tits off, I will fuck you with this knife and cut off your clit, and I will slash your face to pieces. No man will ever look at you again with anything other than horror and disgust, and I will be the only man who ever fucked you.?

She was crying desperately under the gag and all the tape, shaking her head, begging me not to do it. Pulling the sharp blade across her left ear, hard enough to draw blood, I continued with my monologue.

?Before I go, you?re going to suck me off. If I so much as feel a single tooth anywhere near my dick, I will cut your nose off. Then I will cut your ears off. Then, if I?m really angry, or just feeling mean, I?ll take one or both of your pretty little blue eyes. These are not threats, these are assurances. If you fail to please me, or if you fail to swallow one drop of my semen, I will take your tongue. Do you understand??

She nodded frantically, desperate to avoid the terrible fate I had suggested to her. Satisfied that she would co-operate, I removed her gag and quickly forced my once-again erect cock down her throat, gripping the back of her head brutally as I pumped it back and forth until I came. She swallowed it all, bless her, but my fun wasn?t over.

?That was the worst blowjob I ever had, you useless cunt,? I shouted.

?Oh god, no please, I?m sorry, I didn?t??

I cut off her whining with a knee to the jaw, sending her sprawling backwards.

?I didn?t ask for your opinion,? I said calmly as I shoved the ball back in her mouth. ?Now I have to punish you twice.?

She was screaming into the gag, pleading, willing to do anything, but I didn?t care. From the moment I grabbed her this was always going to happen no matter what she said or did.

I walked around behind her, pinned an arm around her throat and dragged the knife deep across her left cheek, carving the letters S and L deep into her flesh.

?Because you?re such a pretty little thing I?m only going to scar your face, so maybe you can find some desperate boy who can only pull a mutilated little bitch and then fuck you with a bag over your head.?

She screamed and writhed, but I had her pinned tightly as I carved U and T onto the right side of her face.

?Now, I?m going to leave you. Remember what I said. If I see you move before the alarm goes off I will come back and do everything I talked about earlier and more besides. You?ve got off lightly so far, sweet pea, trust me on that. This time might be running for 10 minutes, it might be running for two hours. I might be here for 10 minutes or I might be here for two hours. You have no way of knowing. All you are going to do is kneel here and wait. Once that alarm buzzes you can do whatever you like. There?s a late-night bar up the road, maybe you?d like to go and meet some nice boys there and see if they?ll help you.?

I set the alarm for its maximum, one hour, and set it ticking before heading off up the muddy track. I lingered at the end of the path for a few minutes, watching as she dutifully kneeled there, head hung low, her whole body shuddering with her non-stop sobs. I almost felt sorry for her I walked off into the balmy night, all her clothes shoved into my rape-kit bag, and collected my car.

A few days later I learned from the papers that she had indeed been found after staggering, bound, bleeding and blindfolded, into the street and being spotted by drinkers leaving the bar. It didn?t take the police long to link my methods and DNA to the 20 or so earlier attacks across the country, but I?m too careful to get caught. It was time to move on to a new patch, and new victim.

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The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. At least I had to try, because can you never count on opportunity. You can only hope the stars and circumstances alignIt was early Saturday when I trudged into the post office after series of last minute errands. All I needed was to drop off a few pre-stamped envelopes and pick a few books of stamps. The second I got in line I spotted her. When you're a pervert like me, you can almost sense blindfolded when a potential victim is in the vicinity.At...

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Saturday Night

-Hello there im Nick, im 15 years old, Im a basketball player for my highschool, School just ended a week ago, and I was at my house on a Saturday night with my 15 year old girlfriend and this what happend. I was chillin at my house with my girlfriend, watching Disney channel for some odd reason. My mom walked in and said she was going out, And will be gone for about 3/4 hours. My mom yelled at me as she got to the back door, "NICK!" I get up and walk to where she was at, "Okay...

Saturday Night

It's late Saturday night We’re sitting in the living room and we’ve been drinking for a while now the k**s are finally asleep and we’re both showered shavedand relaxed you slip upstairs and after a few minutes you come back downstairs your wearing Black high heeled Shoe’s, Fishnet Stockings and yourFrench Maid Outfit with the frilly lace under skirt, your wearing Long Black Satin Gloves and holding a Feather Duster, you bend over and dust around theTV and shelves bending over just enough so...

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It was a Saturday night and my girlfriend had asked me to come over. Jane and I were watching television. The move "Great Balls of Fire" was on. It was that movie made about the life of Jerry Lee Lewis. Now before we get any further, let me get the obligator descriptions out of the way. Jane has red hair, and the most beautiful green eyes. She's medium height, with long legs and DD breasts. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and nothing underneath; she never wears underwear at...

Death Knights

On the edge of the galaxy an interstellar species known as Terrans continued to explore and expand their reach. Calling themselves the Steel Empire, or SE for short, they have vast technology, and ambition. Their home world now known as Steel Crown, is the origin of the Death Knights. Gifted among the Terran People for their ability to manipulate the fabric of the universe. Only one in a hundred thousand Terrans are born Death Knights, and they form the ruling class of the SE. The Death...

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Hey my name is shailendra I hate working on Saturdays. I didn’t have to go in however I was behind on a few things and instead of rushing thru things on Monday, I came in on Saturday, about 11:00am, to get a bit ahead of the game. What I didn’t expect was for Saranya to be there. She was not some drop dead gorgeous woman but was very hot, in her own way. She was in her late 30’s so a bit older than me with shoulder length hair and long legs that just kept going. She was in pretty good shape as...

Nightlight

Hi! Let me introduce myself. My name is Rory and I’m eighteen. My brother is Derek and he’s seventeen. Actually, I’m almost two years older because he just turned seventeen a couple of months ago, and I’ll be nineteen in less than two months. I was nine and Derek eight when our father was killed in a car crash. They said he was drunk, and I can believe it. He was drunk a lot of times. He didn’t have any insurance, and we’d never had much money anyway, so we were in kind of a tight place. In...

Saturday night escapades 3

During the course of the next week, Jess got a raise and suggested that rather than just coming over to my place, we go out and celebrate her raise with a Saturday night out (though not the whole night, because what would be the fun in that?). I proposed we go to a combination bar/restaurant/dance club about a half hour from my apartment that we hadn’t been to in at least a couple years (might have even been over three years, we couldn’t really remember). It’s actually a pretty decent...

Saturday Afternoon1

Helen arrived at the door and being of the average height for a sixth former was able to read with little difficulty, the inscription on the plaque. It identified the door as that to the study of the Headmaster. She glanced at the clock above and saw that a further minute had elapsed and that a mere four minutes remained before the hour would be reached. She stood quite still outside the door praying that nobody who knew her would appear at the far end of the corridor. There was only one...

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This is my story of a Saturday morning jog, just a story and fantasy.On one beautiful Saturday early morning I decided to take a jog through a nearby park, this is an ideal time when no one is around to disturb me while I jog. It was quiet and very peaceful morning, just the birds sing and the sky was clear. I put on my headphones to listen to some music while I jog. As I was jogging down this deserted path, all of a sudden a man with a mask jumps out from behind some tall bushes and started...

Saturday at Work

So being spoiled by my Mon-Fri job, i am pissed when i have to go in on Saturday and catch up.Last Saturday I walked in to find Cheri crying in Sandy's office. Of course she was the only one in the office,being the weekend. Cheri is in her late 40's, short curly red hair, 5'1, plump with an average face (not naughty at all) and a BIG, albeit lumpy, ass. Her pants were somewhat tight and when she bends over, her button shirt treats you to a nice set of pale white D cups. She has 3 daughters...

Saturday Morning Sissy

Saturday Morning SissyI woke late on Saturday morning and immediately knew that something waswrong. Sure, I'd been out drinking Friday night, so the hangover wasn'tunexpected. But I was surprised to wake and find that there was aleather band snapped tightly around my balls and that this was tetheredsecurely to the foot of my bed with a short chain.Further exploration revealed that my entire body had been shaved and mynipples had been marked with some type of semi-permanent red dye. Ifthat...

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Every Saturday night I bend hubby over,lube up his ass/pussy,insert a butt plug,and start out with his punishment.The slapper is used 1st,It makes such a nice sound,slowly marking his white ass.I push on his plug,pulling it out,and back in until he is moaning.Next I use a crop to highlight the red in his rosy cheeks,Swat swat swat,Ohhh the sound of the crop swishing through the air hitting his crimson ass,I am In heaven.Finally,a ol fashioned thick wood paddle is used until the cheeks start to...

Saturday Night Sunday Morning

I’m Doug the husband. I coach division one college baseball for a University located on the west coast of Florida, I’m not saying which one but you’ll probably know after reading my story. I’m married to my beautiful wife Sandy. Both she and I turned thirty last summer. I never thought I could fall in love at first sight but with Sandy that was the case. She had a body that most women would die for. At five foot four her tiny waist and hip’s only accentuated her luscious 34c breasts. Her long...

Saturday Morning Sissy

Saturday Morning Sissy I woke late on Saturday morning and immediately knew that something was wrong. Sure, I'd been out drinking Friday night, so the hangover wasn't unexpected. But I was surprised to wake and find that there was a leather band snapped tightly around my balls and that this was tethered securely to the foot of my bed with a short chain. Further exploration revealed that my entire body had been shaved and my nipples had been marked with some type of semi-permanent red...

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

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Saturday Delight 1 Katies Bath

It was a nice Saturday morning. I had woken up early to get a workout in, and I was relaxing in the bath afterwards. I heard the door open, and heard the soft shuffle of feet. Someone was trying and failing to sneak up on me. I feigned sleep as a hand slipped into the water and wrapped around my cock. "Good morning, Katie," I said without opening my eyes. The hand lifted my cock and gripped it firmly. She stroked my hardening shaft while she asked, "How did you know it was me,...

Saturday Girl

I own a television and hi-fi store. Most of the week I can cope on my own but on Saturdays I employ a young girl to help out in the store. Her job is to look after customers who are buying just leads, batteries etc. leaving me to look after the higher spending customers. Sarah can wear what she wants providing it's not jeans. She usually wears dark trousers and a teeshirt. On Saturdays when the weather was atrocious and customers seemed thin on the ground we usually just chatted. Sarah was...

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Alyson was lying at the edge of the water, holding her left foot and screaming. Her breakfast lay splashed on the sand beside her. Her deck shoes sat a few feet inland. While Doug examined Alyson's foot, Mary washed the vomit from the girl's lips, cheek, and chin. "Small puncture wound," he said. "Inflammation setting in. Something protruding. Honey! Alyson! Where did it happen?" He had to repeat the question. She managed get out that it happened a few feet seaward from where she lay....

GNight Pixie the Original Story ConceptChapter 6 GNight

Alyson was lying at the edge of the water, holding her left foot and screaming. Her breakfast lay splashed on the sand beside her. Her deck shoes sat a few feet inland. While Doug examined Alyson's foot, Mary washed the vomit from the girl's lips, cheek, and chin. "Small puncture wound," he said. "Inflammation setting in. Something protruding. Honey! Alyson! Where did it happen?" He had to repeat the question. She managed get out that it happened a few feet seaward from where she lay....

He Suggested a Nightcap

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As Charlie Tucker pulled into the parking lot of the school, he wondered, as he often did on Saturdays, what other seniors did on their Saturday nights. Was he missing out on anything that he would later regret? Wild parties, like in the movies, where parents were out of town and everything was chaos? Or were those types of parties just fiction, and everyone was sitting at home on their computers or binging on TV?He had two juniors assisting in the AV room, Dinesh and Michael, and those two had...

Saturday at Home

My parents divorced when I was f******n. My brother and I went to live with my Father. He owns a very successful construction company. By the time I turned s*******n my Dad had remarried. He married Kim. Kim was well built to say the least a very busty double d with very long curly red hair, a slender body about five foot six, tight slim ass and olive green eyes. She was exactly half my Dads age. He was forty-two and she was twenty-one. Everyone knew why he married her but wondered why...

The Stuff of Nightmares

A second kick knocked out the window. The supervillain’s fist reached out. Her segmented bracers ran the rim of the pane to clear away the burrs and shards that had been left behind. She swung out of the warehouse before the glass had shattered on the concrete walkway below. She was a blur of cloud white, soulless black, and wine red. The glass shards crunched under her armored boots as she dropped the story and a half to the ground. “Wrong exit, criminal,” came a loud, authoritative...

Saturdays at Marys

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Saturday Afternoon0

It had been a while since I’d seen Jim. We didn’t talk as much as we used to. We used to hook up as teenagers. Have a few beers, get naked. Mostly teenage experiments. We’d got chatting online, and out of the blue he said to me “I want to come see you, it’s been too long”. I wasn’t sure, but he was right, it had been a long time. He’d always had a certain hold over me. I can’t explain it. But as a teenager, he’d always loved coming all over my face, cleaning it off with my panties, then...

Saturday Night Escapades 5

Quick warning: As with the last story this has an “icky” part. Not my cup of tea, and it is just coincidence that it happened in two straight weeks. I include it because it is what actually happened, but it’s really not important to the story and I do give a warning before it comes up, so feel free to skip it if you like. Following our long weekend together, Jess and I got back to our traditional one-night hook-ups. We didn’t really make any plans during the week, just for Jess to...

Saturday Overtime

I am standing in the kitchen, trying to finish the dishes before you get home. It’s a Saturday and you had to go into work. I hate it when you have to do that, but it is part of your job. I console myself by thinking that at least it’s only half a day. I’ve been at the dishes for about twenty minutes. There were more there than I expected, so it is taking me longer than I had hoped. I hear your keys in the door as I make my way to the last little stack. The door opens and I yell out to you that...

Saturday Arrives

(a continuation of The Bitch’s Oven and Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead) Robin opened her eyes to a glorious day. It was a little cloudy but only outside. The sun was shining so bright for Robin it didn’t matter what the weather was. She had some plans to prepare. Suddenly she understood where Jennifer had been the day she sent her away to get ready for her date. There was plenty for Robin to do today. The first thing was to hit the liquor store for champagne, bucket and two glasses. Danny knew...

Saturday Afternoon Tea

My bedroom is decorated tastefully with beautiful rich black furniture, black drapes and champagne colored carpet. I take a lot of pride in how my home is kept and while it gets messy from time to time, I attempt to keep things up. I had been cleaning all day one Saturday while my husband was away in class. I decided to run to the grocery to get something to cook for dinner. While perusing up the seafood aisle, I ran across an old friend, Michelle, I hadnt seen her in years. She looked good, we...

Saturday Afternoon

Introduction: An absolutely true story. Start to Finish. As a pretext: This is all 100% true. No embellishment, no exaggeration, and no fictional component. It had been a while since Id seen Jim. We didnt talk as much as we used to. We used to hook up as teenagers. Have a few beers, get naked. Mostly teenage experiments. Wed got chatting online, and out of the blue he said to me I want to come see you, its been too long. I wasnt sure, but he was right, it had been a long time. Hed always had...

Saturday morning is for laundry

On Saturday morning, my sweet wife said it was my turn to do the laundry.So I picked up some big items that would not fit in our washer and went to the laundry place. As I got there, I found another two ladies doing the same.The kind woman who ran the shop came over to me and said she would do it for me. I thanked her, thinking I had at least forty minutes free for me…Upon my return, the lady had dried all the items and they were folded.She sat down next to me and I noticed she was flirting...

Saturday Morning at the ABS

It was a Saturday morning and I was super horny so I decided to head to one of my favorite ABS to look for some fun. I was on my way with condoms and lube in my pocket along with some wipes, hoping to find a horny top in the video booth section. When I got there the parking lot was pretty full so it showed some promise as long as all or most weren't there for the same as me. The ABS is in a pretty seedy area with a lot of thugs around and some tend to hang out there looking to get off, which I...

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