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My name is Norah Bentley
Maddy
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 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
At
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
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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This is a grown up story for grown up people. If you're under 18 please don't read this. If you don't like to read stories about transsexual people, please don't read on. This story is copyright nikkie 2003 and should not be reproduced in part or whole without my permission. Please let me know what you think of it, as all comments are welcome. [email protected] Jamie's Descent Part 1 By Nikkie What did we do before e-mail? How did we manage to get through...
4 years ago
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Second Nature 5 Descent
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...
3 years ago
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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,...
2 years ago
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A Devils Tale Jacquelines descent
A Devils Tale: Jacqueline's descent Part OneJacqueline stared at the bruiser of a man sitting across from her at the table. He appeared to be in perfect shape and a man who took care of himself. Probably in his mid-30s but could've been much older for he had an aura of real self-confidence not the false bravado of the young. She wondered if he was some sort of professional athlete but if so she did not know him. He was the only one still in the game and she had just raised him everything she...
4 years ago
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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...
2 years ago
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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...
4 years ago
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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...
3 years ago
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The Green Door Lauras Descent
?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...
4 years ago
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Cuckolds Descent
Cuckold’s Descent by Headhunter Some people might say it was my own fault. My name is Roger, and I’m a successful stockbroker, and I had worked long hours to give my wife and myself a comfortable, even luxurious life. A large house in a gated neighborhood, with an in-ground heated pool and a four-car garage. She had her own Mercedes SLK, while I made do with my Lexus, and we had a Grand Cherokee for more strenuous travel. Meredith seldom paid less than $350 for a blouse or skirt, $75 for a bit...
3 years ago
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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,...
2 years ago
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Prom Ch 02 Descent
Authors Note: ‘The Rachel Chronicles’ is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel’s head. Further, the stories are...
3 years ago
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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...
2 years ago
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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...
2 years ago
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Wifes Descent
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....
3 years ago
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My unexpected re education addiction and descent
Introduction: An encounter that awakened the dormant slut and whore within meIm your average mid 30's guy, reasonably good looking and always done wellwith the ladies.I've had some fanasticly erotic and also some perverted times with a select few ladies storys for another time perhaps.But this post concerns the awakening of my very submissive bi side quite by accident late one night and what followed it.Like most males had the usual moments of homosexual experimentation so to speak- a couple of...
3 years ago
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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...
3 years ago
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Miss Roths Descent
~This is a little story I’ve been writing/re-writing for ages now. I’ve never posted it anywhere before. If you like it tell me what you think!
2 years ago
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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...
4 years ago
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The Motivation Chart Saras Descent
The teacher started the class with a pop quiz. It was not a test on the subject of the class but a survey to know more about her pupils' motivations. The quiz only had three questions: 1) How is the ideal you? What traits and accomplishment you have or would like to have in order to turn yourself in the person you want to be. 2) How is the anti-you? How is the person that you definitely do not want to be? 3) Draw a horizontal bar across the page and write under the bar at the left margin...
2 years ago
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The Descent
I have no idea why anyone would WANT this, but it’s mine. Don’t go plagiarizing it. Initially, I thought that this started a lot later, but on second thought ... it was a gloryhole. I was, oh, eighteen, nineteen. No, I wasn’t fascinated with cocks from age eight or anything. We’ll get into this, but I think my story is more real than stereotypical. I’m not gay — I’m bisexual, and I lean — HARD — toward women. So how come I’m a cum slut? I think the primary answer is ‘desperation.’ You decide —...
3 years ago
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Descent
© 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...
2 years ago
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Amys Descent
I tapped my foot on the living room floor. My daughter Amy still wasn’t back from last night. She was fourteen and had been at her first Halloween high school hang out. I wasn’t worried about her, I knew she was with her close friends. I was mad that she hadn’t called or gotten home at a reasonable hour. I wasn’t sure what I’d do when she got back, but it would be her worst punishment yet. Probably months of being grounded. My brother Gary appeared in the living room. “Not back yet, John?” he...
3 years ago
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The Green Door Lauras Descent
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 universities of her choice and to give her also a fixed monthly payment to cover her personal expenses and housing until she finished college. After that whatever remained in the fund would be given to her (and there...
2 years ago
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My Isekai Life in DD FireChapter 27 Isekai Life The Descent
Enna was already waiting for us by the time Ashryn and I got back to the dining room. Everyone but Katriana stared at us when we entered the room, Voss and Enna having near-identical wry smiles. “Did you have fun, kids?” Voss asked. I must have blushed, because Calliope huffed. “Anyway,” Enna remarked, “I found what I was lookin’ for. We can get into the catacombs ‘bout five blocks from the manor, and it shouldn’t take long to figure out if the catacombs meet up with the manor’s...
2 years ago
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Robins Loving Family Book 2Chapter 10 The Descent
Dirk was still aroused by all the activities that were happening around him but he could see that they were winding down which was a good thing. No matter how much he would have liked to dip his cock into any willing hole that was here, they still had a time schedule to keep and their midday break time would be up very shortly. He looked down at the girl as she stood up from being bent over the table. She reached down between her legs and pushed two fingers into her quim using them in a...
2 years ago
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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...
2 years ago
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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...
2 years ago
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There and BackChapter 81 Descent
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,...
4 years ago
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SARAH DOES SYDNEY
Hello baby, I promised I would email you every day while I am away. Arrived in Sydney at 6am local time and massive queues at Customs. Appears ten huge jets all arrive at the same time every day after curfew lifts. Bill and Bec (an old and very close work colleague) have a lovely penthouse overlooking Hyde Park which is adjacent to the CBD and I have my own ensuite bathroom. They are a very attractive couple about the same age as us. Had a snooze this afternoon to try and wipe off some jet...
3 years ago
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Hidden under the desk
That afternoon I really needed a good relief for my stress. I was totally exhaust after a long week; but still I had to complete Friday at work…My Boss Andrew called me to his office. When I went into, he was on the pone. He motioned me in quietly and I shut the door behind me. After listening for a few seconds, it was clear he was talking to his wife. He was telling her something about how he just still needed time to build his trust in her back up. I walked around his desk and got down on my...
3 years ago
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Dinner and Then SomeChapter 6
Leigh lay in her bath, indulging in a slow masturbation and tried to recall the places and ways they'd done it. Over the last two weeks they'd been like rabbits on a honeymoon. She'd even gone out and on a whim had her nipples pierced. Michael had been enthralled with them, and after they had had a chance to heal, played with them constantly. They made love everywhere. The dining room table; Leigh had marred it with her bracelet while gripping its sides as Michael had hammered her with...
1 year ago
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Mountains of Rubber Chapter 8 Knotty
Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Saturday night, out for dinner and dancing, one of male slave, and tried to steal him away for the evening. Dominica turned the tables on her, and demanded the laces from her leather outfit as tribute. Chapter 8, Knotty: * * * * * * The feel of the cords brushing against her face brought Daniella upward from trance, just a little bit. With her right hand still holding the laces in front of...
Fetish
4 years ago
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Legally Binding
Introduction: widowed rich bitch will go to any lengths to gain her inheritance Bartholomew Thorne had died peacefully two weeks ago. The industrialist, famous county wide for his timber business had been 85. Much revered and respected he had an extended family but only one son, who buy the will of God was at present in the best sanatorium money could buy. It was the day of the will reading and the group of interested parties sat a little shocked in the office of W Grimbald, the deceased long...
3 years ago
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My second encounter with Bandit
Two days after the wild encounter with Bandit next door, I asked my loving husband to feed that huge nice dog. I was not sure what would happen if I went back there. It was early afternoon and Victor was at his office until late evening.Those days I had got a job where I could work from home.I was in our bedroom standing in front of the full length mirror. I was naked and was looking at myself. I still looked pretty good on my late thirties...As I stand there suddenly I smelled something; like...
3 years ago
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Srijata My SisterInLaw And Srijana My MotherInLaw 8211 Part 1
Let’s start this story with a little background for those who did not read my story “Srijata my sil my lover” to know the premise. Not that the readers missed out something but reading that story will give you a clearer picture perspective as to what this story is all about. Srijana 38c-34-40 was a woman of very high character and she very well knew that her son in law which is me will see to it that all is taken care of where her daughter is concerned. Her daughter sandhya 34cc-32-36 is...
Incest
3 years ago
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The Hotel RoomA dream
Another night alone. I curl up in my bed, wearing my warm pjs since no one will see, pulling the covers around my face to snuggle against. I waited for hours for the computer screen to tell me he wanted to chat, but nothing came. He was my lover of the past, many years ago in our youth sparks had ignited, but now the years and distance kept us apart. Although we chatted from time to time on the internet, my thoughts often drifted to him, wondering during the day what he was doing, what his...
3 years ago
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House Slut 27 Brandon and Yeong
Reluctantly breaking the kiss Brandon slid off the bed pulling Yeong’s skirt and leggings down her legs and casting them to the floor in one smooth movement, so that she was now clad only in her underwear, lacy black panties to match her bra. He swallowed nervously, wondering how many times Yeong had worn sexy underwear on their dates, hoping he would finally see them. Since he was already standing he took a moment to drop his boxers to expose his slowly swelling cock before crawling back onto...
2 years ago
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Forced Into IncestChapter 4
Three men sat around a table drinking beer just up the stairs from where Amanda and David were being held prisoner. One of the men was French named Jorge Lanier and the leader of the small group. The other was an Italian named Paul Giovanni who had a particular love for ropes and bondage. The third man was from Egypt named, Rasui Panahasi. None of them were residents of the island, but had come here for a very specific purpose. "So what are we supposed to do with the prisoners?" Panahasi...
4 years ago
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Chubbys memoirs chapter 3
In the last episode Stella and I found out that our parents were also keen to fuck us, but how to break the ice. In order to do that, I had to have mom all to myself alone, without any interference. Finally that moment came and we were on our way to our house. To understand the story better please read Chubby’s memoir’s chapter 2 “Mom, you have been so beautiful all the while, but after your wedding, you have started to glow and become so charming that I cannot help admiring you as a woman.” ...
Incest
1 year ago
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My Camp Buddy
THIS STORY IS 100% FICTIONAL Here I was bored out of my mind just waiting for the Bell to ring from my last period class. Usually I wouldn’t be so anxious but today was June 17th, the last day of school. I was even more excited because tomorrow I would be on my way to 7 weeks of Sleep away camp. I was more excited than ever because this was going to be my last year. The next morning finally arrived; I opened up my presents and had a nice breakfast with my parents. Before long I was kissing my...
Gay
4 years ago
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Dominant Wife pt2 pt3 and pt4
Mj walked to the side of her slave and used her hands to bend him at the waist to push his tight little arse out ready to be punished. Using her bare hand to begin she slapped first one arse cheek and then the other trying to find a different spot each time using the redness that was forming to decide where to hit each time. Each slap got slightly harder than the last as she found how much fun it was to watch her husband squirm and try to cry out with each slap but the ball gag meant that...
2 years ago
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saturday at the Park
Saturday afternoon at about 3PM I left a bar after lunch and a few drinks. On my way home I passed a park that typically is crowded but today there weren't many cars so I went back. In the park I saw a few people at the entrance but no cars parked in the back half.I parked on the side of the road and I looked around once again and no one was in sight. I pulled my jeans and underwear off and slipped on panties and hose. I took my T-shirt off and slipped a bra around my chest. Snapped in on then...
2 years ago
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My Pet TeacherChapter 7
Science class seemed to take forever to end. It was literally like one of those Charlie Brown cartoons, where all you hear from the teacher is a "waa, waa, waa" sound as she speaks. It was like this with Becky too. My mind couldn't focus on what was being said as it was too preoccupied trying to figure out Becky's newest behaviour and about what was going to happen with Lisa. It was with great relief when the buzzer did finally sound. "Ms. Beaumont, I'd like you to stay for a few...
3 years ago
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Skeletons in my Closet Part 4 A New Beginning
Skeletons in my Closet part 4Part 4 A New Beginning Sunday soon came and John showed up right at ten o’clock. I was still getting dressed when he did. Michelle left him inside the house. I heard her tell him that mom is a little slow today.I was too I didn’t feel well. I was not sure if it was the flu or if it was just all the stress of the money problems I was having both at the bar as well as here at home. I finally got dressed and we all walked out of the house. It was one of those unusual...
2 years ago
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Internet Pool
This is a true story that just happened while I was playing my favorite pool game over the internet.This internet game allowed instant chat with the person who you are playing with. This game also allowed the players to download a few pictures if they wanted, which I did. I used the same picture that I placed on this site.Both she and I were in different states but having a real-time pool game as well as instant chat. This chat can also be hidden from anyone else by way of a little lock app...
Masturbation
4 years ago
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Soniya And Uski Dost Ki Chudai
Hi dosto mera naam shashank. Mein avi 2nd year btech student hu . meri height 5.11 hai n mera lund 6 inc ka hai . mein bachpan se hi sport ki taraf jyada attracted tha rather than studying. Mujhe ladki se friendship karna bahut pasand hai n specially matured auntio se (30-35) walio se . apko meri story kaisi lagi plz mail kariyega . mein Kolkata se hu . Ye baat tab ki hai jb mein apne 12 complete kar chukka tha n chutiyan chal rahi thi . tab mein roj 3 gante net pe baitha rehta tha . phir dosti...
2 years ago
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RepentanceChapter 2
The bacon and chicken sizzled in the pan and Simon added a generous amount of cream before stirring it. "Did you put the Tarragon in?" Rhea asked from the kitchen table as she was flicking through some paperwork. "For some reason, Andy has some in the cupboard, although I am sure he only bought it to see if he could smoke it." "Yes," Simon replied, nonchalantly in an annoyed tone. Rhea put down the forms from Izzy's school, silently got up and flicked her partner over the...
2 years ago
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Twin Japanese Nieces Pt6
Introduction: Hot Dog Twin Japanese Nieces Pt6 Kayko and I made love for the next hour while the girls swam laps in the pool. It was more like leg exercise because they were hanging on to kick boards and just kicking with their legs. In any case it didnt matter because I was inside my wife again and loving every minute of it. We switched positions many times on our king size bed, rolling around and enjoying every sensation we experienced. Her on top riding like a cow girl, me on top either...
3 years ago
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Apologize
"I am not going to apologize." He was adamant. He refused to apologize. She was not going to convince him that he owed Patsy an apology, neither was he was going to tell her what really happened. She might explode. "Dad, just call her, alright? She wants you to call. You do not need to use the word, "apology," but you do need to call her. She said you left, just walked out." "Oh, alright, Mary Ann, I'll talk to her later, but I'm busy right now." He thought if he offered a good...
3 years ago
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Create A Wrestler Lucha Edition
Welcome to the LSF or the Lucha Sex Federation. It's a brand new sex wrestling promotion based in a large warehouse in Mexico City or as people like call it now The Temple! Theme Song- Pop Evil "Deal With The Devil"-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE-j48okWsE It is owned and managed by Isabella Luv She is the daughter of legendary Tulip Luv and the half sister of Karen and Becky Luv. And from the Luv name she's got her backing to start this new venture to create a league where wrestlers can...
2 years ago
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A Not So Family Vacation
My family and a few friends decided to take a week in the sun of the Yucatan at a resort. It was a beautiful, warm morning on the Riviera Maya. We all decided to get up earlier than normal to get a good spot on the beach. The resort was oddly very underbooked which was fantastic for relaxation. After breakfast my wife, Kerry, and our friend, Janie, went back to the room to get ready for the day's fun in the sun. I decided to go down to the beach and set up camp. The sun was glorious at 6:15AM...
Oral Sex
3 years ago
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I Gave My Heart To You
Chapter 1 Annie, my older sister, had once again fallen in love. This time it was a pipe fitter who worked the same night shift as her at Electric Boat. Kevin Hartigan was a tall man at six one or so and was what people called "wiry" back in the 50's. He had too much muscle to be called skinny, but his build was still on the slight side. It was 1957 and Annie was 21 years old. She'd gotten a broken heart a year or so earlier when she'd been engaged to be married, and then,...
4 years ago
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Office Caught
My name is Peter. I'm twenty three and I'm a member of the small internal IT team at a large corporation. It's a typical office setup and our small team of three were kept busy with the day to day tasks; failures, PCs and printers and general support. I'm generally pretty quiet and unassuming and, whilst polite and good at small talk, I'm pretty shy, so just keep my head down and do my job. I joined as a junior aged twenty one straight from University. The office was full of people of all ages...
Crossdressing
3 years ago
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Conchita takes charge
Conchita takes charge Chapter 1 I'm so used to this body now, and my new place in life. I wake at 5am, shower and wash my long dark hair. I slip into my short blue uniform and a pair of modest dark tights and flat black shoes. Then long before the master awakes I have begun the daily clean. My routine is so well established now that I drift through it all on auto- pilot - scrub the kitchen floor, clean the oven and fridge, dust the main living room. It always brings me pleasure...
3 years ago
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my beginning chapter 6
Finally we decided to go back to cabin shower relax. when done and relaxing he sat beside me placed his hand on my knee which I enjoyed my little twinky erect tenting up the crouch of my shorts. he began playing with it taking my hand placing it on his huge dick hanging out of the fly part of his boxers (look he said do you mind if I bring some of my co-workers home for a wild party) no not at all I responded when I asked (on weekend he replied, they might stay for a few days) no I replied...
3 years ago
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The dirty thong evidence
I came early that evening from my office and my sexy Anita told me she was going out to a disco with one of her girlfriends from office.I could see my wife was taking great care in her preparations. As she got dressed and, I found an image of wanton sensuality,in a very short tight black lycra dress with a purple red thong beneath. She put on a pair of high stilettos and I noticed she was wearing bright red lipstick in her make-up. My babe looked incredibly sexy.I smiled nervously, letting my...
2 years ago
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Little Sucking Sisters
With the economy the way it its you probably won't be too shocked to learn that at 21, I am still living at home with my two two younger sisters. Mom and Dad's old place is really too small for five people, but my sisters Melanie, 14, and and Tammy, 16, didn't complain too much about sharing their room. I found out why last week. Mom and Dad were at the movies. I'd had a date, but she phoned and called it off at the last minute. If Melanie and Tammy had known I'd be home so early, they...