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My name is Norah Bentley

Chapter 1?? The trap is set

My name is Norah Bentley. I am a 42 year old divorced female. I am proud of what I have achieved. After a messy divorce 7 years ago I threw myself single-mindedly into my passion: property investment. I have now built up a property portfolio of 16 rental houses and have a net worth of over one million dollars. Yes, I flaunt my success.

Many people call me a hard-nosed bitch. I am ruthless with my tenants and have no time for hard luck stories. Pay the rent on time, or take a hike. As a female I am not prepared to show weakness or compassion, as there are always the no-hopers who are waiting to take advantage.

This is my persona. Successful, tough, emotionless.

Knowing this about me makes my story seem even more unbelievable. Even now, many months later, my mind still whirls with confusion.

Before I begin my story, I must make a confession, as much as it hurts my pride. My divorce 7 years ago cut a deep wound in my emotions that just would not heal. I confess I was not a good wife. I was demanding, jealous, and smothering. I should not have been surprised that the useless prick took refuge in the panties of his brainless, buxom secretary, then left me for her.

I cried non-stop for 10 days. When I stopped crying, I dried my eyes and resolved I would never be hurt again.

With a ruthless passion I focused on property investment and became damn good at it. I did not allow myself to have private life; as to do so would leave me vulnerable. Oh, I had a few one-night stands, but no one lasted more than a few weeks before I booted them out of my life. Gradually the men dried up. I guess my reputation preceded me.

Eventually the few close friends I had following my divorce also melted away. Initially I thumbed my nose at them, thinking they were jealous of my success, but I now realise I was probably not a nice person to be around.

Enough of my bleeding-heart confessions. It is just a delaying tactic. I will reluctantly tell you my story.

The 17th started off like any other day. My life is very regimented, and I like to believe this is because I am focused and successful. My alarm goes off at 7.30am. I rise, feed the cat, shower, dress, have eggs, bacon and a muffin for breakfast, followed by a cup of strong coffee while I read the financial section of the newspaper. It is the only part of the newspaper I read. I am not interested in reading about human misery, petty politics, or the steroid-induced feats of overpaid sportsmen.

At 9.00am I log onto my computer and check my bank statement to reconcile the balance and ensure all rents have been paid. My eyes narrow to thin slits and my blood begins to boil when I notice the rent for 17 Wisteria Lane is overdue. I knew renting one of my properties to them was a mistake. The tenants were a young couple, Mark and Diane, both in their late teens. Normally I stay clear of the young ones, as they are so irresponsible these days. Drugs, booze and sex seem to be their sole focus.

However Mark and Diane were an attractive, well groomed young couple, well presented, and although they were both still students they did have part-time jobs and ensured me there would be no problems with the lease.

What a damn fool I was. I hated to be proven wrong. These young troublemakers will be gone within a week, I resolved.? I do not phone, as it gives my wormy tenants an opportunity to spin me a sad, sob story. For me it is the full frontal, knock-on-the-door assault.

It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside 17 Wisteria in my sporty little Mercedes. Mark and Diane?s battered Honda was parked outside so I knew they were home. With authority I strode up to the front door and knocked loudly. To my annoyance there was no response. A knocked again, longer and louder. Still no response. By now I was getting more than a little steamy under the collar. Stop avoiding me you useless little worms.

I knocked a third time, loud enough to wake the dead. But again it elicited no response. Frustrated, I tried the front door and found it was unlocked. I stepped inside and called out. There was no answer but I could hear a noise down the hallway. Not one to back away, I strode down the hallway. The bedroom door was partly ajar. I was about to hammer on the door when I caught a glimpse of Diane and I was frozen in my tracks. I stared, disbelieving.

Diane was tied spreadeagled on the bed, facedown, totally naked, her hands and feet tied to each corner. Rope was also tied tightly around her waist, and then looped through the crack of her buttocks and obviously secured in the front. Her labia were split by the rope and from my vantage point I could clearly see them protruding, red and swollen. Diane?s buttocks, thighs, and upper back were covered with red welts were she had obviously been whipped with something.

My heart began to beat furiously, and I feared I was witnessing some sort of assault and battery on Diane. Without breathing I took a step back, with the intention of retreating to safety and phoning the police. But then to my amazement Mark came into view. His young body was also totally naked. His semi erect penis swinging freely in front of athletic body.

My mind was racing with confusion. What was I witnessing here. Initially I had thought it was an assault by an intruder, but now it appeared if it was some sort of debauched, perverted sexual activity. I was sickened, and it confirmed my low option of today?s youth.

But despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, my eyes remained fixated on the scene I was viewing through the slightly ajar door. Mark was untying the ropes that secured Diane?s ankle and wrists to the bed corners. Once untied, Diane took a moment to rub the painful looking, ugly red welts on her buttocks. But instead of getting up off the bed, I watch disbelievingly as she slowly turned over on her back, then opened her legs and raised her arms above her head. Mark moved silently around the bed, again securing Diane?s hands and feet to the corners of the bed.

I could not help noticing her breasts. They were small but very firm, and still held their form despite the fact she was lying on her back. Her nipples were erect and pointing invitingly into the air.

Mark then untied the rope that was secured tightly around her waist, and pulled it out from between her legs. Diane?s pubic region was even more clearly exposed to me. She had neatly trimmed but sparsely covered blond pubic hair that did little to cover her vaginal region. Mark disappeared out of view for a moment then returned, a vicious looking short wispy whip held in his right hand.

I was aware that beads of sweat were beginning to roll down my forehead. I was only too aware I needed to do something. Either burst in and confront the pair of them, or get my butt out of there and deal with the rent problem later. But unbelievably I just stood there, taking in the debauched scene. I was revolted, but could not take my eyes away from the scene that was before me. It was somehow giving me sensory overload in a manner I could not even begin to comprehend.

I was transfixed as Mark rested the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Lift it, ? he commanded, without emotion

Incredibly Diane arched her buttocks off the bed, pushing her pubic mound high in the air. It was one of the most sexually crass acts I had ever seen in my 42 years. Yet I was glued to the spot, almost not daring to blink.

With Diane?s pubic mound raised high, and her legs spread, I could even see her engorged clitoris pushing out from its hood, brazenly displaying her sexual arousal. Here juices were oozing from her swollen lips. Despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, I also knew that her fully aroused vagina was one of the most truly deeply erotic things I had ever witnessed.

Although my former husband and I had been sexually active when first married, I had soon become bored, and eventually found the whole groping, sweaty act of making love something I tried to avoid. It was always done in bed with the light off and I tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. Any attempts at foreplay by my husband were discouraged. Although I hated to face up to it, deep down I knew that it was hardly surprising he started banging his bimbo secretary.

Mark continued to rest the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Higher? he again commanded

Diane strained to arch herself even higher off the bed. Her buttocks were now 12 inches clear of the bed, and despite myself I admired her agility and athleticism. The muscles in her shapely legs were clearly defined, and she was obviously carrying no extra weight. Incredibly I found myself trying to visualise being in Diane?s place. I knew I would look nowhere as svelte as she did. Although I was not grossly overweight, I had not taken good care of my body in recent years. I had packed on many extra pounds on my hips and thighs through poor diet and a lack of exercise. My constant excuse was I was too busy being successful to worry about exercising or eating properly.

I almost shook my head in bemusement. Here I was witnessing the most sexually explicit act I had ever seen, and I was worrying how overweight I would look if ever I were subjected to the same abuse.

?Forget it girl?, I told myself. Do you seriously think you would allow yourself to be abused like that by another person? Not bloody likely. But even as I silently chastised myself and wanted to leave my young tenants to their sexually sadistic games, I could not divert my eyes from what I was witnessing.

Despite myself, I found my eyes wandering up Diane?s well defined legs, taking in her straining calf muscles, then again taking in the sight of her most private of regions. Diane?s pubic lips had now been forced open from the combination of having her legs forced open, her hips elevated, and her high level of sexual arousal. I could now see the delicate pinkness of the inside of her vagina. I was breathing heavily, I felt flushed, and sweat continued to run down my forehead. I badly needed to wipe my brow to stop the sweat from running into my eyes but was afraid the movement would draw attention to myself. If I could see Mark, it stood to reason that he could also see me if he glanced toward the doorway.

It seemed like an eternity that Diane had been forced to keep her hips raised high off the bed, although in reality I had no concept of time. Then in a sudden movement Mark raised the whip and brought it down on her pubic mould. It happened so quickly that I jumped with fright when Diane let out a howl of anguish as the whip connect. An ugly red welt quickly appeared, clearly visible even through her blond wispy pubic hair. She had lowered her buttocks back onto the bed and was grimacing with pain.

?How can the stupid little tart allow herself to be subjected to such a sadistic act?? I was totally confused. What I was witnessing was barbaric and surely nobody would willingly subject themselves to such pain. Yet I had only too clearly seen with my own eyes how sexually aroused Diane was.

?Up!? Mark demanded, again resting the whip provocatively on her pubic mound.

Diane hesitated for a few moments, then to my utter amazement she strained her leg muscles to get her hips again elevated high off the bed. The whip struck a second time, crisscrossing the existing welt, and again Diane cried out in a sob of pain.

The sweat had now run down my forehead into my eyes and my vision was becoming blurred despite the fact I was constantly blinking my eyes. I decided it was time to beat a hasty retreat, although I knew deep down some primal urge wanted me to stay. I slowly retraced my steps down the hallway, exited the open front door and very quietly closed it behind me. I almost ran down the pathway, quickly opening my car door and jumping inside. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes. A glance in the mirror confirmed my face was flushed like I had never seen before, and I struggled to slow my pounding heart. I felt as if I had just run a marathon.

A wave of revulsion suddenly swept over me. I felt sick at my own conduct. How could I have just stood there ogling that perverted act? I shook my head in bewilderment. I resolved to block the whole incident out and never think of it again. I am good at blocking out emotions that clog my mind and do not

contribute to my persona of success.

However, much to my annoyance, I failed miserably that evening to block the events I had witnessed from my mind. Like some pornographic video it just kept replaying in front of my visual senses. In the end, out of total frustration, I decided to take a sleeping pill and retire early, knowing I would feel much better after a good night?s sleep.

Once in bed I kept my mind focused on the financial journal I was reading. Thankfully I felt my eyes became droopy and was overcome by sleep. But less than an hour later I was awake, my head thick and fuzzy from the strong sleeping pill I had taken. Still the sickening scene of the hapless Diane played before my senses. My body was burning as if I was running a fever. There was inner warmth in the pit of my stomach that felt unusually pleasant.

I tried to think clearly through the haze of my drowsiness, to make sense of the pleasant sensations flowing through my body. Almost without knowing it I allowed one of my hands to stray down to my vagina. I was wet beyond belief. As my fingers grazed my clitoris it felt like an electric current running through my body. As if following a secret command from deep within, I splayed my legs wide open, then strained to lift my pelvis high in the air, mimicking the lurid act I had witnessed of my young tenant. As I imagined a silent whip being raised above me I slid my fingers deep inside my vagina and finger-fucked myself with relentless vigour. In no time my hips were bucking with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. As I lay there afterwards, my body glowing with a pleasant warm sweat, I drifted off to a deep and restful sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I was unsure if the whole experience had been real or a dream. But deep down I knew and I felt revolted with myself. I had not masturbated since I was an awkward teenager fantasising over some impossible love.

After two cups of very strong coffee I felt my mind settling down to its normal, well-ordered self. I checked my on-line internet bank statement and noticed that Mark and Diane?s rent had gone through, albeit two days late. A little voice in my head told me to let it go, not to worry about the late payment. But that was not my style. I don?t forgive and forget. If I let them get away with it now, they will think they can take advantage of me whenever they like. I looked at my watch. It was a little after 8.30am and I decided to phone straight away and clear up the fact that they had better not mess around with me or they would be out on the street before they knew it. I rationalised that in this case I would deal with the matter on the telephone, and forgo my usual method of fronting up in person, which was hardly surprising given what I had witnessed the previous day.

The phone rang for what seemed an eternity before a sleepy voice greeted me at the other end. It was Mark. I informed him, formally, that it was Mrs Bentley, his landlady, speaking. Mark seemed unimpressed, and said nothing

?Your rent was 2 days late? I spoke angrily

?I have paid it lady? was Mark?s belligerent response

I exploded. ?Listen here, you little fucker. The rent is to be paid on the due date, not when you feel like paying it.?

?And if I don?t?? Far from being fazed by my verbal assault, Mark almost seemed to be enjoying himself

?What?? I shouted, disbelieving that he could even think of asking me such a question

Without giving me the opportunity to answer his question he pressed on.

?Are landlords able to enter a tenants house without getting permission first?? Mark?s question was voiced with confidence and authority.

My blood ran cold. Surely he did not know I had entered their house yesterday and witnessed their sordid sexual activities. Unusually for me, I was flustered, and unsure of how to respond.

?Well??

I hung up. I was shaking with anger that he had treated me with such contempt. The cheeky little upstart. But beneath my anger I was deeply concerned by his question. Why had he asked it? Surely he couldn?t have known. There was no way they would have continued in such a brazen manner if they had known someone was watching.

Although it worried me, I eventually rationalised that it was just a silly coincidence. Nevertheless I shied away from another confrontation with the pair of them, deciding that in this case I might just make an exception and let the matter lie.?

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Chapter 1?? The trap is set

My name is Norah Bentley. I am a 42 year old divorced female. I am proud of what I have achieved. After a messy divorce 7 years ago I threw myself single-mindedly into my passion: property investment. I have now built up a property portfolio of 16 rental houses and have a net worth of over one million dollars. Yes, I flaunt my success.

Many people call me a hard-nosed bitch. I am ruthless with my tenants and have no time for hard luck stories. Pay the rent on time, or take a hike. As a female I am not prepared to show weakness or compassion, as there are always the no-hopers who are waiting to take advantage.

This is my persona. Successful, tough, emotionless.

Knowing this about me makes my story seem even more unbelievable. Even now, many months later, my mind still whirls with confusion.

Before I begin my story, I must make a confession, as much as it hurts my pride. My divorce 7 years ago cut a deep wound in my emotions that just would not heal. I confess I was not a good wife. I was demanding, jealous, and smothering. I should not have been surprised that the useless prick took refuge in the panties of his brainless, buxom secretary, then left me for her.

I cried non-stop for 10 days. When I stopped crying, I dried my eyes and resolved I would never be hurt again.

With a ruthless passion I focused on property investment and became damn good at it. I did not allow myself to have private life; as to do so would leave me vulnerable. Oh, I had a few one-night stands, but no one lasted more than a few weeks before I booted them out of my life. Gradually the men dried up. I guess my reputation preceded me.

Eventually the few close friends I had following my divorce also melted away. Initially I thumbed my nose at them, thinking they were jealous of my success, but I now realise I was probably not a nice person to be around.

Enough of my bleeding-heart confessions. It is just a delaying tactic. I will reluctantly tell you my story.

The 17^th started off like any other day. My life is very regimented, and I like to believe this is because I am focused and successful. My alarm goes off at 7.30am. I rise, feed the cat, shower, dress, have eggs, bacon and a muffin for breakfast, followed by a cup of strong coffee while I read the financial section of the newspaper. It is the only part of the newspaper I read. I am not interested in reading about human misery, petty politics, or the steroid-induced feats of overpaid sportsmen.

At 9.00am I log onto my computer and check my bank statement to reconcile the balance and ensure all rents have been paid. My eyes narrow to thin slits and my blood begins to boil when I notice the rent for 17 Wisteria Lane is overdue. I knew renting one of my properties to them was a mistake. The tenants were a young couple, Mark and Diane, both in their late teens. Normally I stay clear of the young ones, as they are so irresponsible these days. Drugs, booze and sex seem to be their sole focus.

However Mark and Diane were an attractive, well groomed young couple, well presented, and although they were both still students they did have part-time jobs and ensured me there would be no problems with the lease.

What a damn fool I was. I hated to be proven wrong. These young troublemakers will be gone within a week, I resolved.? I do not phone, as it gives my wormy tenants an opportunity to spin me a sad, sob story. For me it is the full frontal, knock-on-the-door assault.

It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside 17 Wisteria in my sporty little Mercedes. Mark and Diane?s battered Honda was parked outside so I knew they were home. With authority I strode up to the front door and knocked loudly. To my annoyance there was no response. A knocked again, longer and louder. Still no response. By now I was getting more than a little steamy under the collar. Stop avoiding me you useless little worms.

I knocked a third time, loud enough to wake the dead. But again it elicited no response. Frustrated, I tried the front door and found it was unlocked. I stepped inside and called out. There was no answer but I could hear a noise down the hallway. Not one to back away, I strode down the hallway. The bedroom door was partly ajar. I was about to hammer on the door when I caught a glimpse of Diane and I was frozen in my tracks. I stared, disbelieving.

Diane was tied spreadeagled on the bed, facedown, totally naked, her hands and feet tied to each corner. Rope was also tied tightly around her waist, and then looped through the crack of her buttocks and obviously secured in the front. Her labia were split by the rope and from my vantage point I could clearly see them protruding, red and swollen. Diane?s buttocks, thighs, and upper back were covered with red welts were she had obviously been whipped with something.

My heart began to beat furiously, and I feared I was witnessing some sort of assault and battery on Diane. Without breathing I took a step back, with the intention of retreating to safety and phoning the police. But then to my amazement Mark came into view. His young body was also totally naked. His semi erect penis swinging freely in front of athletic body.

My mind was racing with confusion. What was I witnessing here. Initially I had thought it was an assault by an intruder, but now it appeared if it was some sort of debauched, perverted sexual activity. I was sickened, and it confirmed my low option of today?s youth.

But despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, my eyes remained fixated on the scene I was viewing through the slightly ajar door. Mark was untying the ropes that secured Diane?s ankle and wrists to the bed corners. Once untied, Diane took a moment to rub the painful looking, ugly red welts on her buttocks. But instead of getting up off the bed, I watch disbelievingly as she slowly turned over on her back, then opened her legs and raised her arms above her head. Mark moved silently around the bed, again securing Diane?s hands and feet to the corners of the bed.

I could not help noticing her breasts. They were small but very firm, and still held their form despite the fact she was lying on her back. Her nipples were erect and pointing invitingly into the air.

Mark then untied the rope that was secured tightly around her waist, and pulled it out from between her legs. Diane?s pubic region was even more clearly exposed to me. She had neatly trimmed but sparsely covered blond pubic hair that did little to cover her vaginal region. Mark disappeared out of view for a moment then returned, a vicious looking short wispy whip held in his right hand.

I was aware that beads of sweat were beginning to roll down my forehead. I was only too aware I needed to do something. Either burst in and confront the pair of them, or get my butt out of there and deal with the rent problem later. But unbelievably I just stood there, taking in the debauched scene. I was revolted, but could not take my eyes away from the scene that was before me. It was somehow giving me sensory overload in a manner I could not even begin to comprehend.

I was transfixed as Mark rested the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Lift it, ? he commanded, without emotion

Incredibly Diane arched her buttocks off the bed, pushing her pubic mound high in the air. It was one of the most sexually crass acts I had ever seen in my 42 years. Yet I was glued to the spot, almost not daring to blink.

With Diane?s pubic mound raised high, and her legs spread, I could even see her engorged clitoris pushing out from its hood, brazenly displaying her sexual arousal. Here juices were oozing from her swollen lips. Despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, I also knew that her fully aroused vagina was one of the most truly deeply erotic things I had ever witnessed.

Although my former husband and I had been sexually active when first married, I had soon become bored, and eventually found the whole groping, sweaty act of making love something I tried to avoid. It was always done in bed with the light off and I tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. Any attempts at foreplay by my husband were discouraged. Although I hated to face up to it, deep down I knew that it was hardly surprising he started banging his bimbo secretary.

Mark continued to rest the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Higher? he again commanded

Diane strained to arch herself even higher off the bed. Her buttocks were now 12 inches clear of the bed, and despite myself I admired her agility and athleticism. The muscles in her shapely legs were clearly defined, and she was obviously carrying no extra weight. Incredibly I found myself trying to visualise being in Diane?s place. I knew I would look nowhere as svelte as she did. Although I was not grossly overweight, I had not taken good care of my body in recent years. I had packed on many extra pounds on my hips and thighs through poor diet and a lack of exercise. My constant excuse was I was too busy being successful to worry about exercising or eating properly.

I almost shook my head in bemusement. Here I was witnessing the most sexually explicit act I had ever seen, and I was worrying how overweight I would look if ever I were subjected to the same abuse.

?Forget it girl?, I told myself. Do you seriously think you would allow yourself to be abused like that by another person? Not bloody likely. But even as I silently chastised myself and wanted to leave my young tenants to their sexually sadistic games, I could not divert my eyes from what I was witnessing.

Despite myself, I found my eyes wandering up Diane?s well defined legs, taking in her straining calf muscles, then again taking in the sight of her most private of regions. Diane?s pubic lips had now been forced open from the combination of having her legs forced open, her hips elevated, and her high level of sexual arousal. I could now see the delicate pinkness of the inside of her vagina. I was breathing heavily, I felt flushed, and sweat continued to run down my forehead. I badly needed to wipe my brow to stop the sweat from running into my eyes but was afraid the movement would draw attention to myself. If I could see Mark, it stood to reason that he could also see me if he glanced toward the doorway.

It seemed like an eternity that Diane had been forced to keep her hips raised high off the bed, although in reality I had no concept of time. Then in a sudden movement Mark raised the whip and brought it down on her pubic mould. It happened so quickly that I jumped with fright when Diane let out a howl of anguish as the whip connect. An ugly red welt quickly appeared, clearly visible even through her blond wispy pubic hair. She had lowered her buttocks back onto the bed and was grimacing with pain.

?How can the stupid little tart allow herself to be subjected to such a sadistic act?? I was totally confused. What I was witnessing was barbaric and surely nobody would willingly subject themselves to such pain. Yet I had only too clearly seen with my own eyes how sexually aroused Diane was.

?Up!? Mark demanded, again resting the whip provocatively on her pubic mound.

Diane hesitated for a few moments, then to my utter amazement she strained her leg muscles to get her hips again elevated high off the bed. The whip struck a second time, crisscrossing the existing welt, and again Diane cried out in a sob of pain.

The sweat had now run down my forehead into my eyes and my vision was becoming blurred despite the fact I was constantly blinking my eyes. I decided it was time to beat a hasty retreat, although I knew deep down some primal urge wanted me to stay. I slowly retraced my steps down the hallway, exited the open front door and very quietly closed it behind me. I almost ran down the pathway, quickly opening my car door and jumping inside. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes. A glance in the mirror confirmed my face was flushed like I had never seen before, and I struggled to slow my pounding heart. I felt as if I had just run a marathon.

A wave of revulsion suddenly swept over me. I felt sick at my own conduct. How could I have just stood there ogling that perverted act? I shook my head in bewilderment. I resolved to block the whole incident out and never think of it again. I am good at blocking out emotions that clog my mind and do not

contribute to my persona of success.

However, much to my annoyance, I failed miserably that evening to block the events I had witnessed from my mind. Like some pornographic video it just kept replaying in front of my visual senses. In the end, out of total frustration, I decided to take a sleeping pill and retire early, knowing I would feel much better after a good night?s sleep.

Once in bed I kept my mind focused on the financial journal I was reading. Thankfully I felt my eyes became droopy and was overcome by sleep. But less than an hour later I was awake, my head thick and fuzzy from the strong sleeping pill I had taken. Still the sickening scene of the hapless Diane played before my senses. My body was burning as if I was running a fever. There was inner warmth in the pit of my stomach that felt unusually pleasant.

I tried to think clearly through the haze of my drowsiness, to make sense of the pleasant sensations flowing through my body. Almost without knowing it I allowed one of my hands to stray down to my vagina. I was wet beyond belief. As my fingers grazed my clitoris it felt like an electric current running through my body. As if following a secret command from deep within, I splayed my legs wide open, then strained to lift my pelvis high in the air, mimicking the lurid act I had witnessed of my young tenant. As I imagined a silent whip being raised above me I slid my fingers deep inside my vagina and finger-fucked myself with relentless vigour. In no time my hips were bucking with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. As I lay there afterwards, my body glowing with a pleasant warm sweat, I drifted off to a deep and restful sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I was unsure if the whole experience had been real or a dream. But deep down I knew and I felt revolted with myself. I had not masturbated since I was an awkward teenager fantasising over some impossible love.

After two cups of very strong coffee I felt my mind settling down to its normal, well-ordered self. I checked my on-line internet bank statement and noticed that Mark and Diane?s rent had gone through, albeit two days late. A little voice in my head told me to let it go, not to worry about the late payment. But that was not my style. I don?t forgive and forget. If I let them get away with it now, they will think they can take advantage of me whenever they like. I looked at my watch. It was a little after 8.30am and I decided to phone straight away and clear up the fact that they had better not mess around with me or they would be out on the street before they knew it. I rationalised that in this case I would deal with the matter on the telephone, and forgo my usual method of fronting up in person, which was hardly surprising given what I had witnessed the previous day.

The phone rang for what seemed an eternity before a sleepy voice greeted me at the other end. It was Mark. I informed him, formally, that it was Mrs Bentley, his landlady, speaking. Mark seemed unimpressed, and said nothing

?Your rent was 2 days late? I spoke angrily

?I have paid it lady? was Mark?s belligerent response

I exploded. ?Listen here, you little fucker. The rent is to be paid on the due date, not when you feel like paying it.?

?And if I don?t?? Far from being fazed by my verbal assault, Mark almost seemed to be enjoying himself

?What?? I shouted, disbelieving that he could even think of asking me such a question

Without giving me the opportunity to answer his question he pressed on.

?Are landlords able to enter a tenants house without getting permission first?? Mark?s question was voiced with confidence and authority.

My blood ran cold. Surely he did not know I had entered their house yesterday and witnessed their sordid sexual activities. Unusually for me, I was flustered, and unsure of how to respond.

?Well??

I hung up. I was shaking with anger that he had treated me with such contempt. The cheeky little upstart. But beneath my anger I was deeply concerned by his question. Why had he asked it? Surely he couldn?t have known. There was no way they would have continued in such a brazen manner if they had known someone was watching.

Although it worried me, I eventually rationalised that it was just a silly coincidence. Nevertheless I shied away from another confrontation with the pair of them, deciding that in this case I might just make an exception and let the matter lie.?

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Second Nature: Descent By Crystalline Chapter 15 - Become So Numb "I know you're awake, brother. Go on. Try to move. Of course, you can't. Your body is completely restrained, you know. You're not going anywhere." "You fool. Do you really... think..." he started to say, but stopped, surprised at the sound of his own voice. "What have you done to me?" I laughed for a second, then looked at him with the seriousness of a heart attack. "I did nothing. All I did was destroy your...

Trick or Treat 2 Descent

Trick or Treat 2 - Descent By: Enigma Sunday, November 1 My back was starting to hurt, and I had to pee. I was crouched on our kitchen floor, still clutching Sandy to me, mashing her against my ample breasts, rocking her, trying to will comfort into her chilled body. Behind me, Amy had her arms around both of us. Our tears had finally dried up, but I could tell that Sandy was still desolate, and I doubted Amy was doing much better. I knew I wasn't. And I wondered,...

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Ansleighs Descent

Ansleigh’s DescentSteve Oak glanced up at the clock on his large oak desk, noting that it was already 6:00. He’d been at the office almost 12 hours trying to get ahead of things so he could take some much needed time off. He’d switched with one his subordinates and was off to Virginia Beach to conduct a couple of focus groups. He hadn’t done one in years. That was what his staff was for. But the opportunity to spend a long weekend at the beach, especially with the company paying for part...

Julia Tourist to Slave her descent

Title: Julia, tourist to slave whore, her descent Introduction: Julia gets mugged and loses everything Genre: Fiction Themes: BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Male/Teen Female, Males / Female, Prostitution, Rape, Reluctance, Young, Your story: On the coast in Italy July 2013 Julia was bored, a typical American tourist wearing a floral print skirt and a tight red blouse which emphasised her ample D cup breasts she strolled along in the sunshine. One of the...

Emmas Descent

This story owes much to My Cousin's Slave by Emma No Knickers, which is an excellent story, and one of my favourites. The start is definitely similar but I think I go in a different direction.Emma's Descent, by Bellatheslut.My name is Emma and I am 20 years old and live with my Mum after Dad left us when I was 12. He's re-married now and lives up north and I haven't seen him in a long time, but he always contributed financially, so we never struggled and were able to stay in the same house I...

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?The green door? (Laura?s Descent) This is my first story. I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you have a little patience. ?I will appreciate if you review it or send me an email with your comments. Laura was a brilliant 19 year old girl just about to enter college. Her parents died a few years ago in a car crash but she did not have money problems due to a trust fund in her name set by her parents. The trust fund was designed to directly pay for her tuition in the schools and...

Cuckolds Descent

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Eleanors Descent

Eleanor?s Descent. ?Chapter 1 I first met Eleanor, when I was working as a site security guard at a sports complex. She was a volunteer First aider working for the Saint Johns ambulance service. She stood 6? tall weighed around 150 lbs, had shoulder length blonde hair. Her figure was striking with her trim waist and protruding tits. I later found out they were 38 B. A film company was filming a TV special, so extra security was needed at the sports centre; you know the kind of thing,...

Prom Ch 02 Descent

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Cuckolds Descent

Thank you to those of you who have liked or taken the time to comment/message me. I really appreciate the feedback and I am glad people are enjoying this. I am (slowly) integrating people's ideas into the story as time permits. This is intended to be played as a game, and is a work in progress. Based on feedback and likes, main theme is now Femdom & Cuckold Domination, but there are a range of pathways with different themes. Please press Start Game otherwise some navigations will not work...

Swatis Descent

Having studied very hard, Swati had graduated from her school with honours. Although her parents were not thrilled that she had rejected their choice of husband, they had eventually relented and she married her classmate Siva. Much to their delight, the young lovers both found jobs as IT professionals at the same company. Five years later, they arrived in America. It was supposed to be a two year contract with an option to extend if business continued to improve. In the beginning, everything...

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It all started with a little harmless flirtation. She was the new young intern at the law firm Rick worked in, and she was strikingly pretty. Blonde, petite and always wearing short skirts, Christine was a 22-year-old who made everyone's head turn with her wholesome, good-girl look. Unfortunately for Rick, his head turned too. Harmless flirtations in the office quickly lead to more serious, direct flirtation. Soon they were texting each other quite often, though neither of them was single....

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My Descent

Nearly two months had passed since my d**g and sex binge and not much had changed, beside the fact that my husband and two c***dren, that still lived at home, were seeing very little of me. I had been doing more d**gs, unbeknownst to my husband, and I had definitely been fucking more men. As my d**g use increased, my sexual addiction increased and my needs and desires pushed me to limits that I hadn’t reached since I was younger and on d**gs. I had succumbed to Shawn’s request and began...

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slaves descent

slave stood at 5’6?, and was skinny and toned. she had bright blue eyes, soft, dark red lips and long black hair. Oh, her hair. It draped all the way down her back, past her ass and flowed like dark black silk, but with enough weight that it was actually manageable. she loved to braid it, to feel her Master’s hands grab it and pull, and to feel His fingers caress it softly. slave had large breasts and an hourglass shape she was proud of. Master cherished her devotion, loyalty and love...

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© 1999 Jill Foster never even looked at the burgundy Cadillac next to her as she got in her car. It was hot and she was in a hurry because she had to get home and drop off the groceries before she headed out for work. She was scheduled to work from 5:00 'til 11:00. It was already quarter to four. She put on her sunglasses and started her ten year old Honda. As she eased her little red Accord back out of the parking spot, she heard a squeaky grinding sound. She stopped her car and looked...

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The AtonementChapter 5 The Final Descent

"Hi, Barbara. This is Cheryl." Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that would change this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and forceful when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to buckle and...

Perfect WishesChapter 18 Descent

"I'm a joker... I'm a smoker... I'm a midnight toker..." I sang along cheerfully with the radio as I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed the pizzas and headed in. Just before I reached the door I stopped. Something wasn't right. It was too quiet. I couldn't sense any emotions from the house. Dropping the boxes I rushed in. "Melody! April!" I ran through the house. I found her in the kitchen. The table was on its side. There were utensils scattered on the counter and floor. There...

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I dreamt about the movie "The Sound of Music," not a surprise given what I'd been doing when I fell asleep, but I woke to something considerably less pleasant: panicked screaming. Alistair and I were on our feet in a mere second, both of us grabbing our weapons as we rose, but then stopped in confusion when we looked around the cavern and saw no cause for alarm. Others had peeked out of their alcoves as well, and we all exchanged puzzled glances. I thought about the voice I'd heard,...

Gathering Fallen Rocks Ch 09

The special order parts for Howard’s truck finally arrived at the auto parts store. He called while Gail was going back to her office and asked if she could stand a night at the ranch so he could get his truck running. ‘Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful’ Gail chanted, ‘I’m lucky I left my suitcases in the truck, but I’m almost out of clean clothes. I’ll do laundry while you’re working late tomorrow. I’m missing my furniture more, every day, especially my washer and dryer.’ ‘Damn, you should...

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Solomon And Jadzia Part 2

“Where the FUCK have you been?!" roared Carla Zahn. Solomon had only stepped one foot into the house. Jadzia was still out the door behind him. They both walked into the house, and Carla let loose again. “Well?! Your ass was out all night! Where were you??!”Jadzia was terrified. As much as she wanted to be with him, she couldn’t imagine him calmly stating, ‘Sorry, I’m leaving you for Jadzia. We’re in love!’ She couldn’t even begin to imagine the fallout from something like that. But her dad was...

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"You marry me. I have money." The hot tight bodied female asking for my hand in matrimony was holding out a tight roll of American currency in her hand. Now having girls giving me money and asking for marriage is not something I have happen a lot. This brings up the big question-Why? Was her plea for us to be wed in married bliss due to my stunning good looks? Hardly-sure I was fit and trim at a little over 5 foot 6 inches, but at best my looks could be described as "ordinary or...

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Struggling to walk home from the vast amount of free alcohol drunk at his works end of year Christmas party, Gary staggers gradually. Throughout the night, Gary had made himself look the fool with his attempts to sweet talk his female work colleges. With the amount of alcohol that was in his blood stream, he was past acknowledging that he was going home alone. He had taken a route along the esplanade on the beachfront. The dimly lit street had a gloomy feel from the street lights. Gary walked...

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He just stared at me, so I sunk to my knees, and involuntarily put my arms behind my back. He pushed down his boxers, and I took his cock into my mouth. He put his hands on my head as I sucked. I felt incredibly turned on my what was happening, with my boyfriend two floors down, and by the submissiveness of being on my knees within seconds of coming in the door. I found myself putting my hands behind my back as I kept working on his cock. Chris murmurred, "Mmmm, I like that". A few...

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Dubois had been sure that they were about to be eaten when the Krell had stormed the room, ever alert, he had heard their footsteps on the creaking floorboards as they had approached his bed. He had thought briefly about drawing his weapon, but he had brought that gun to kill animals. If he had wanted to kill Krell he would have had to bring a railgun or something heavy duty, one of those Borealan slug throwers would probably have done the job, if the recoil didn’t just break his shoulder. He...

A friends Aunt

May of this year marked a turning point in my life. I turned 18, I graduated from high school, I was accepted to our State college and I happily lost my virginity in the most incredible way.My folks had promised to help with the cost of college so I wouldn’t have to get a student loan but I did have to get a job and live at my Aunt Charlie’s house which was in the same college town. It all sounded good to me because I didn’t mind working and I had had the hots for Charlie since I discovered...

Kyles Porch Ch 06

These are not ‘Stand alone’ Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part six of eight: No birds this time This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that, All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. * Two years have gone by. Every month or more Olive and Candy write to me. The...

A Paladins WarChapter 32 Cartuga

Sara surveyed the surrounding darkness as she pulled on the oars of the small rowboat. There was no wind tonight, and the lapping of water against the hull sounded too loud to her ears as she crossed the hundred-mile-wide Heartlake under the cover of night. Having grown up in Maralon, she knew next to nothing about boats, but it hadn’t taken long to figure out how oars worked. The vessel - a small wooden thing barely big enough for two people - she had quietly taken from the docks of Sarresh...

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Introduction: Swimmers are good at keeping secrets My name is Trevor, Im 22 and from Alberta. Ive been swimming competitively since I was 8 and when youre in the world of professional sports and you spend nearly all of your time with your teammates, coming out is not the easiest thing to do. Its especially tough to deal with when your constantly surrounded by nearly-naked, dripping wet, athletic boys. One of whom is the love of your life and the rest who youd drop the soap for any day. His...

Going to Church the Business Series continues part 7

Bruce returned to the Bucket of Blood after dinner with his wife. She went back to the brothel, to capitalize on the Saturday night action. He walked back to the hotel and watched the tourists wandering around the streets of historic Virginia City. He thought about going up to his room but, he decided to walk back through town again. He didn't want another drink but, he went into the old Bucket of Blood saloon anyway. He watched people for a while and had a soda water. He decided to go over...

New house New affair

Hello friends, Vinay here with one more narration of how I was able to convince and unplug the deep desires of a wonderful hot, sexy lady, with mutual consent. Enthusiasm can help you find the new doors of sexuality, but it takes passion for opening them. If you have a strong urge in life against sexual desires and needs of yours, then you don’t have to be pushed. Your passion will drive you there & there is no better reason for being alive. Sexual opportunities need to be created in life,...

Threesome

She was nervous. It was her first time with two men. Could she handle both of them? What would happen? She took a drink, she needed courage. Both were just sitting there, waiting. The anticipation felt heavy in the air. She sat down between them, placing a hand on each mans thigh, slowly rubbing up and down their leg. Each rub moving further and further up. Shortly each man is groping her breasts through her shirt and bra, feeling her nipples hardening to their touch. Her hands moved to the...

Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 205 The True Intentions of Earthly Justice

Hiten Mitsurugi-ryuu Ougi Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki!! Watoujutsu Zetsugi Kofuku Zettousei!!! (Tomoe smiles; swords flash. As they part, a huge slash opens across Kenshin's chest. He falls to his knees, bleeding profusely.) Enishi: A second later and we would have killed each other... That was trickier than I thought. My thanks, Mr. Gein. Seeing it once did the trick. Gein: You're welcome. I feel proud myself. Sanosuke: How--how could he be faster than the Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki?...

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Cuckolded by His SonChapter 3

Next day at dinner time Rob enters his parent's house and calls out to his mother; who tells him she is upstairs in her bedroom and he should come straight up. As he enters the bedroom his amazed to see his own mother laid on her bed; naked from the waist down but wearing a satin red Basque; gone are the wispy red hairs of her cunt and her lips are part showing just how wet her cunt really is. In four strides from the door to the bed Rob manages to cast off his clothes leaving a trail...

Our First TIme

I clung to him as he thrust in harder and harder. His length rubbing against my walls, rippling over my g-spot. I moaned as he kissed his way to my neck, moving my hair aside he sunk his teeth into my neck. I gasped trying to remember how to breathe. I felt the sweet pain run from my neck to my pussy, making it contract hard around him. He stiffened and stared right into my eyes. He slid his hand up to cup my throat and pressed down slightly. I arched up and moaned. I looked like a cat in...

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I am living in Delhi with my elder brother and bhabhi named "Naina". I am above average 5'6" man of age 26 and having broad chest, chiesled body, I workout at gym to just stay slim and have strong muscles, not big ones, and having flat stomach, almost got no hairs on my body naturally (very less hairs) and having tight buttocks, little muscular legs and iphone 6 sized cock, which is thicker in shape red-pink colored dick-head and I love to masturbate and practice longer time pleasure (holding...

My first time with a tranny

I always had a strong sex drive, and since I had been around 16 I had been turned on by gay porn. I must say that I am straight, well on second thought, better say that I am bisexual. And I always have and will like girls. But there is something about a cock that turns me on and I then discovered shemale porn. I think that a hot sexy shemale and a cock is the best combination there could be. I have a strange fascination with cocks and a hot sexy girly body tops it off.In August 2007 I was 24...

A Journey to Reality The Sequel

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InterfaceChapter 9

I woke when my alarm rang shrilly in my ears. I washed, dressed, breakfasted, and was soon in the car and off to school. I was still annoyed by my failure with my suit, and was keen to get back to it and fix the problems, so I was a little distracted. I wandered in to the classroom which was empty and sat staring out of the window lost in thought. I was so distracted I didn't even notice Vicky sit down next to me, until she patted on my shoulder, causing me to let out a squeak and jump three...

My Wife the Womanizer

© 2002 "Come down to the basement honey, I have a surprise waiting for you," my wife said. She looked stunning, dressed in a black merry widow, with stockings and heels to match. I loved it when she wore sexy lingerie, which unfortunately wasn't very often. I followed her through our very expensive house, but all my attention was focused on her lovely ass swishing back and forth. I was a very lucky man indeed. I had a beautiful wife, who just so happened to be rich, and a house you...

Taco Belle

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my very dear friend, Chilli TNG, who, besides being my oldest and dearest online friend, is a far, far better author than I am. I would also like to apologize and thank Carrie Gore and Steve Zink for "borrowing" their personas for this story. I mean no disrespect, and any actions/thoughts/words in this story are purely fictional and purely my own. Taco Belle By Janice Dreamer Copyright © 1999 I stared at my email window. I'd...

My girlfriend got fucked by a friend

Sorry my english is not perfect. Its my first story, hopfully you enjoy it. hahaIt was saturday night and my girlfriend (Mary, 25) and I were at home. We were pretty lazy because it was weekend so we just relaxed in our bed.We were kissing and hugging a little bit and I petted her beautiful butt while she is stoked my dick.Suddenly we heared the bell ringning..Me „Fuck its maybe its Bob, I totally forgot we wanted to go out with him tonight.“Mary, the good girl as she is, did go to the door and...

Scared being with a older man

I had watched a very attractive college girl walk into my neighbor's backyard BBQ. A real beauty, her 32-B breasts topped off her petite and not quite five foot tall body. She has long silky softly styled black hair down to the middle of her back. My neighbor introduced me to April, as we chatted April told me about herself; she is 19, she is single, she is not currently dating anyone, and she is attracted to older men. I Suggested that we leave the party and go to dinner. I sat at the bar...

How Anne Became Popular

It’s kind of funny how some people become popular. Just last week Anne Johnson was a regular girl. She had a few friends but wasn’t at all popular. She didn’t wear trendy clothes. She wasn’t a nerd or a jock. She didn’t play an instrument or was in a band. She was just a regular person. Until that really cold day in January. Anne Johnson was wearing Jake Smith’s varsity football coat. He had his arm around Anne and all his friends were walking down the hall with her. She became the coolest...

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