Abby Davis and Madelyn Part 2
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Sanjnas MistakeBy: exbiidelhi2012(c)Sanjna brushed back the straight blonde hair that framed her beautiful face and continued composing the brief on her computer. Sanjna was a fourth year associate at Halstrom and Gray, one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. She had gotten the job by hard work and high intellect. As an associate the hours were so long and the demands of the job so high that the only thing she looked forward to was her seventh year when she would be up for...
If you like the story all credit goes to ErikThread for his insightful editing and if you don’t like some bits – trust me it was all me!! That night I walked into the club to see my fiancée playing tongue hockey with her ex-boyfriend, Chad. I watched as they sat down at a table together … actually she sat in his lap. His hands were roaming her flat abdomen and brushed her breasts openly and gently stroked her shapely legs as they continued kissing and having a good time. They were dancing (or...
Nimmi aur Raj nange hi ek dusre ke alingan mein so gaye. Raj ne aaj pehli baar choot ki chudayi ki thee aur Nimmi ne aaj tak bahut se lund liye thay lekin Raj ka lund anokha hi tha. Khas iss liye ki vo abhi bas 18 saal ka tha aur dusra ki vo usski saheli ka beta tha. Nimmi apni saheli ke Pati Ramesh se bhi chudwa chuki thee jab vo zinda tha. Baap ke baad bete se chudwane ki khushi alag hi thee. Nimmi aur Raj gehri need mein sote rahe. Jab subha Raj ki need khuli to apne pass Nimmi aunty ko...
Madeleine was working late with her new boss Deirdre. They’d been working late for two weeks trying to tidy the mess left by the previous manager. At last they’d cleared the backlog. Deirdre sighed, looked directly at Madeleine, and stretched up her arms – her large soft breasts pushed forward in her skintight jumper making it ride up to reveal a stretch of suntanned stomach. ‘I think this calls for a celebration.’ Madeleine was disturbed by the sinking feeling in...
When I was a child, I wanted to be a beautician. My mother stomped on that dream. She told me it was hard work and you’re always standing on your feet. She was right of course. She told me to go to secretarial school and become a secretary.She said I’d never have any trouble getting work. After high school, I went to Berkeley Secretarial School. The certificate that I went for was an intense class which would be finished in nine months. I’d learn shorthand and how to type and look presentable...
Office SexAfter a long stressful day at work, Andy and Warren were winding down at Distiller's Microbrew & Tap. Each were on their second beer when Warren said, "Andy, did you read the news this morning?""Didn't have time. What, another story about the President's Tweets?""No, Andy, something worse.""Immigrants being deported?""Worse.""Well then, Warren, what in the hell is upsetting you so much?"The two men were talking sports, politics and women. Warren took a swig from his glass and said, "You're not...
CheatingMarch, 1920 Le Havre, France It was with a deep sense of melancholy that I stood along the rail at the stern of the ocean liner, watching the coast of France recede into the distance. I was going home, after seven years of service with the American Embassy in Paris, and while part of me was glad to be returning to America, a larger part of me knew I was leaving behind a large part of my life. It was a cold, blustery day on the cusp of spring, and I had my overcoat buttoned to the top to...
When I was a child, I wanted to be a beautician. My mother stomped on that dream. She told me it was hard work and you’re always standing on your feet. She was right of course. She told me to go to secretarial school and become a secretary. She said I’d never have any trouble getting work. After high school, I went to Berkeley Secretarial School. The certificate that I went for was an intense class which would be finished in nine months. I’d learn shorthand and how to type and look...
December, 1915 Paris, France Madeleine looked resplendent in her dark green dress, with the bright red corsage I had pinned on her breast. She looked very much in keeping with the holiday, which was the idea, since we were entering the ballroom at the Ritz Hotel, the same one where we had spent our wedding night, for the American Embassy’s annual Christmas banquet. Because the United States was still neutral in the Great War that was raging not far away, we were not under the same moral...
June, 1915 Paris, France ‘A toast! A toast to Robert,’ cried Sergei Hoffmann, over the din of well-wishers. ‘Hear, hear!’ was the response from several corners of the room. We were gathered in the private room of a well-known Paris restaurant for the traditional bachelor’s night, and the good food and copious amounts of spirits in all varieties had made for a memorable evening. Stories – many of them bawdy – had been told and conversation had been brisk. These were my friends, the people I...
CHAPTER 8 Paris, France March, 1918 I had been on furlough from my duties as an attache from the U.S. Embassy to Gen. Pershing’s headquarters, and Madeleine and I had finally reconnected after months of forced celibacy after her miscarriage and subsequent emergency hysterectomy. I had finally come to realize how close she had come to dying that day. Only a quick transfusion of blood helped her survive the surgery that saved her life, but deprived her of the ability to have any more...
June, 1917 Paris, France It was on a warm late spring morning that I arrived in my office to be greeted with a summons to the ambassador’s office. When I arrived, I stopped short, for Mr. Stark had a visitor, someone I knew well, and for whom I had decidedly mixed feelings. Gen. John James Pershing was seated in a chair across from the ambassador’s desk, and he rose when I entered the office. ‘Sergeant Guidry,’ he said as he offered his hand in greeting, using the rank to which I had risen...
Central City Kara was hired, in Central City Picture News before she absolutely had to take a maternity leave, and she just began her morning. She entered CC Jitters and got her usual coffee when she 'accidentally' bumped a familiar man. "Oh," Kara began, "I'm sorry for bumping into you like this." Kara apologized. "We always seem to meet in a coffee shop, don't we?" The man asked her. "Adam?" Kara said surprised, "It's nice to see you again, it's been a while." "Yeah, it had been." Adam...
Madeline in Oregon She hadn't seen her Aunt Margo in many years but she wasn't feeling guilty. Her family had made it clear. They did not agree with two women living together. The telephone call had to be dealt with immediately though. Margo was her mother's sister and had received the lion's share of the estate at the probate three years earlier. The call wasn't from her Aunt, rather from Margo's younger 'partner' Allen. Aunt Margo had been married but after nineteen years they had...
Paris, France February, 1915 It was cold, bitterly cold, as I turned up the collar of my overcoat and walked out of the embassy into the gathering gloom of the late afternoon. On impulse, I decided to turn down the little side street that was so familiar and visit Marcel’s again. I hadn’t been there since my return to France a few weeks earlier, and I found I missed it. So much had changed in Paris since those heady days of August, when the young Frenchmen had so eagerly sought out war. No...
Face Value by GENEVA Made Mademoiselle When the Emperor Napoleon had invaded Austria, just before his victory at Austerlitz, Jerome Meunier and I, Henri Cachin, were part of the French forces, in an infantry regiment. I suppose I should have been proud to do military service and serve under the greatest general that France had seen, but the soldier's life was not for me. As a street urchin in Bordeaux I had been involved in some petty theft from the shopkeepers, and as I grew older...
Chapter 10 A Big Mistake March brought the first signs of spring and with it hope. The news was still bad of course, Captain Sir Tom, a national figure of the first lockdown for his fundraising, sadly passed away. The death rate still rose but the second peak was over. The number of people vaccinated increased dramatically, leaving many Europeans fuming at the United Kingdom's accelerated vaccination programme. Finally, prime minister Boris Johnson announced a timeframe of return to...
Author note: This is the first part of a tale that might or might not be continued. It is set some time in the mid 18th century (so not strictly Victorian, but that category seemed closest). Corsets and Cutlasses, Part I: Madeline and Elizabeth's Ocean Voyage. 1. Cabin transformation "Hold still silly," Elizabeth chided me, "this is tricky and I'll have your eye out if you move like that." She waved the dark kohl pencil threateningly. "But it wasn't me!" I protested...
September, 1916 Paris, France It was a Monday, when my life took a significant turn. I had completed my morning exercise at the embassy and had arrived in my office when I was summoned to Mr. Stark’s office for what was described as an urgent meeting. This in itself was not unusual, as I spent almost half my time in the ambassador’s company, discussing events, planning strategies or interpreting for him. But this time, I found him in the company of a high-ranking British general and the...
My name is Jayson Stephens, Sara is my wife of four years. I’m a Seal Team member whose team is attached to a special CIA Black Opts. Unit. Our deployments are non-typical we would go when called and come back when our mission was accomplished. Sara is a beatiful woman 24 years old, 5’6” tall 118 lbs 36c boobs, long perfectly shaped legs and one tight butt. When I’m off deployment she would train with me some days running up 20 miles a day, lifting and calisthenics. Like most enlisted family’s...
MY HUSBAND?S MISTAKE (found on: darkwanderer.net)My husband Jim and I have been married for 11 years, we married straight out of high school at a young age, he was 19 and I was 18. He had enlisted in the military rather than going to college. It was while in the service that Jim became interested in pornographic material. He was especially interested in interracial pictures and movies. A week would not go by with out him bringing home some new material for us to watch. I found the material to...
AN EASY MISTAKE Greg Walker was glad to get home. He had been round the world, literally. He was being primed to take over the running of his wife's family business, supplying printers to many customers in diverse countries. These weren't your little printer/copiers that people have in there homes, these were the sort that were used for printing newspapers and magazines. Seeing the way the wind was blowing, they were also getting into commercial 3-D printers in a big way and that...
Author’s note: It has been nearly a year and a half since my last submission, and over these past few months of idleness, I’ve been searching for some idea, some story line that would challenge me, and get me excited about writing again. I have about a dozen stories that I’ve started, but never got fired up over, so they sit in a file somewhere and will likely never see the light of day. I kept coming back to this scenario, however, and each time I did, the more it intrigued me. With the...
Madeline had gotten divorced three years ago and she hadn't been with a man since. She always told herself that she didn't need another man that her dildo worked just fine. She lied to herself on that subject. She really wanted to feel needed again. She wanted to feel attractive and sexy. She really wanted to feel a dick in her that was attached to a body. Most days she didn't think about it. Her three daughters lived with her still though they were all over twenty and work always got in the...
How did I let myself get talked into this? Here I was playing my 12 string Framus guitar at a nursing home so that my best friend could make points with his newest intended conquest. Her mother was holding the sheet music for me and since she was holding it just below her bust I was having trouble concentrating. That was SOME bust and the cleavage left me gasping. Trying to play music I was not used to was bad enough without the added distraction my music stand was giving me. If the songs...
It had been six months since I'd moved in next door to an amazing lady. She was in her early to mid sixties, had a vibrant warm personality, and immediately befriended me showing genuine concern after my divorce. Madeline and I became good friends. I very often stopped by after work to check on her, see how she was doing, and generally on the weekends, did a few odd jobs for her. Having Madeline as a friend, someone to talk to, made the days easier to deal with and not quite so lonely. She...
I would suggest you read the preceding 7 parts before this – it will help make sense of it. Once again, Jenkins provides her account. During the soiree that marked Madeleine’s ‘coming of age’ as it were, I felt proud to see her entertain her guest. She behaved with grace and charm such as one might expect of a lady of better birth or greater education. I confess freely that as I laced her into that corset it was my strongest desire to hold her to me and to claim that prize which I knew her...
I would suggest you read the preceding 7 parts before this - it will help make sense of it. Once again, Jenkins provides her account. During the soiree that marked Madeleine’s ‘coming of age’ as it were, I felt proud to see her entertain her guest. She behaved with grace and charm such as one might expect of a lady of better birth or greater education. I confess freely that as I laced her into that corset it was my strongest desire to hold her to me and to claim that prize which I knew her...
LesbianThe tiny blonde wore her favorite jeans and a t-shirt for a local band that hadn't made it more than two shows. At sixteen she'd never even been to a concert but the shirt was really comforable. She had the classic blue eyes and fair skin, just like her mother. In fact, she looked so much like her mother the two were frequently mistaken for twins at the store. Which wasn't an insult to Kelly, she knew her mother had aged very well. They were both the same height, five-foot three, and...
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It was an honest mistake. It was probably something that could have been avoided by the girl at the front desk if they weren’t so busy booking a busload of tourists into the hotel. Ok so you must be wondering what this big mistake was right? Well like all major hotel chains these days you need a key card to get into your room. What you might not realize that each card is programmed for your room when you check into the desk. The mistake that was made was that the chipper girl at the desk gave...
I'm the president of a lingerie company. Theresa is one of my best managers. She's a very slender Asian girl with long, thick black hair and about 5'5. Her tits are small but perky, and her ass is a nice little bubble. She's a strict manager with a tough attitude. She's also kind of stuck up, which makes me want her bad. I call her into my office and tell her to close the door. She's wearing a white blouse, blue pencil skirt, and nude Louboutins. She's wearing glasses and has her hair up in a...
94 Julie`s second mistake You may remember that I had failed to ask my wonderful husband if he would graciously consent to let me fuck the young man in my department, who was 18 years younger than me and had been flirting outrageously for the last few weeks. He being cuck always said yes if I asked, but this time it had been a case of opportunity and availability had overcome the moment. Sadly he had been asleep when I got home so I being exhausted didn’t wake him he would have only wanted...
The next morning I awoke late for breakfast because it was not a school day. Usually, my Grandmother rings a bell, and I am punished if I am not dressed, washed, and ready for breakfast. This morning I heard many bells jingling downstairs as I awoke and washed up in the washbasin. My mother was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. She had a very sheer nightshirt that was as translucent as my own. It really didn’t matter because while she was on her hands and knees, I could see her...
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Here is my experienne with my maid servant aunty aged 50 yrs. I am a Software developer working in a software company at Trivandrum.When I was at the age of 25 my mother was sick ( pressure, Asthama etc. etc ).I alone have to take care of my mother since my brother was in Kuwait. So I planned to employ a old lady to take care my mother’s health and treatment.Finally I got one maid servant name RemaDevi aged 50.She had 3 daughters , 2 of them got married.All the expennses incured for the...
Made Madeleine A terrible storm, refuge in an unfamiliar house. Some doors just aren't meant to be opened, some paths never tread. Every new space has its consequences... It had been almost clich? when the great double doors of the mansion yawned open after I rang the doorbell, lightning flashing ominously. True, from the outside it didn't look like anyone who lived here was at home, but I at least expected to be greeted by a snobby butler or a portly maid. When I was ushered in by a...
Thwack!My slender, well-oiled cane dug into the tender left nipple of the middle-aged woman bound so helplessly in my private chamber. She arched her head back and screamed out as the pain raced through her breast.?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!?Thwack!A second stroke landed squarely on her right nipple, eliciting a similar agonized reaction.?Oooooooooooooooohhh!!!?Her nipples, flaccid a few moments ago, now stood forth proudly from their areolas. Her full, perspiring bosom heaved as she struggled to...
Series 3, Episode 3: Madeline So far in this series we’ve had a skinny emo teenager with big boobs, and a slightly overstuffed punky blonde ... We’re due a good looking lady – and here she is... We focus on a married couple walking hand-in-hand along the Albert Dock in Liverpool. She’s short and very pretty without being stunning. The kind of lady who looks good in the street but would disappear if you stood her next to a model. Her long and thick reddish brown hair hangs way below her...
1976 was the hottest summer on record. My wife, Sarah, and I had been married for a year. We were midway through doing up our house, doing most of the work ourselves to save money.We decided to forgo our holiday so we could really push on with the house. However, midway through the first week, it was getting too hot to work. On Wednesday, Sarah threw a bit of a tantrum, throwing her roll of wallpaper across the room and screaming, “I’ve had enough.” Picking up the newspaper, she stormed out...
SwingersFlashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson bodycon dress brushed off the reporters like tiresome mosquitoes. I swung open the rear door for her to enter."You," she addressed me, peeling off her Saint Laurent sunglasses, piercing chestnut eyes almost predatory. "Ride with me."It wasn't a question. Never...
Quickie SexHi, this is Navamanmadudu011 again. Thanks for all those who have mailed me for my earlier story ‘Only once with sister’. This is my second story and I hope you will enjoy this as well and mail me to let me know your feelings. This incident took place just six years ago with in a couple of months after my marriage. I loved Sudha, who was my college friend, whom I adored very much. Sudha looks exactly like actress Sneha (whom I think is the sexiest of all actress) She looks more beautiful when...
IncestA Big Mistake By MistressD Dec 2019 Bobby is addicted staring at his his female coworkers. He uses it as fuel for his collection of dark sexual fantasies. His coworkers consider him a creepy visual rapist who needs to be taught a lesson. Lately, Bobby has become quite successful at creating fantasies that seem incredibly real and lifelike. A seemingly slight mistake forces Bobby into unknown territory. Rating XXX, [email protected] - - Bobby Mathews is a wimp. To...
Estella’s One MistakeSynopsis: Thirtyish nursing mother Estella makes a mistake at work, and is brought to her boss’ private chamber, where she learns that a lot can be done to her tender body.This story is something of a parallel development to ?Rita’s one mistake?. Do read that too.Rita pushed the button inside the elevator that would take her up to her boss’ floor. She turned around to look at herself in the mirror to make sure that her hair and dress were just right. Satisfied, she turned...
New Story Title: Aliquis' mistake Author: Aliquis The author's note: The persons and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual or historical persons or events is unintentional. Some parts of the story are paraphrased form Kirsten Smart's story Wendy. I have the explicit (written) permission of the author to use her works. Aliquis’ mistake The guards lead me into a dim lit room. I was brought with my hands locked in shackles behind my back, barefoot in jeans and a white...
Vineet Sisodiya, 29 years old and the eldest in my family with three younger brothers. Being well settled, my parents forced me into my marriage. I accepted and got married to Chaitali. Chaitali comes from a small town and is a graduate of Arts. Chaitali is magnificent beauty. She’s 5’ 7” tall, perfectly shaped figure, 34-sized firm boobs, 28-sized waists, 34-sized huge butts and fair skin tone. She has a beautiful face cut and long hair with pink lips. Though I have seen some bold pictures on...
You may care to read the first part of this story before embarking on this episode. It will explain the context. The following morning as instructed I found myself in Mistress Pickles’s bedchamber. ‘Jenkins reports that you learn well and quickly. I knew you would. Come, girl, undress and show me what you have learned at her hands. I hastily removed my attire but slowed when she told me to take more time and to give her the pleasure of a slow revelation of my body. She had me stand quite naked...
You may care to read the first part of this story before embarking on this episode. It will explain the context. The following morning as instructed I found myself in Mistress Pickles’s bedchamber. 'Jenkins reports that you learn well and quickly. I knew you would. Come, girl, undress and show me what you have learned at her hands. I hastily removed my attire but slowed when she told me to take more time and to give her the pleasure of a slow revelation of my body. She had me stand quite naked...
LesbianI recently returned from a 2 week holiday in Madeira and had to write down a toe curlingly sexy experience that I had. I am 40 and have always loved older women. Madeira is the ideal holiday destination to see refined, well dressed English ladies over 60. My family spent most of the days out and about so I had the opportunity to lie on a lounger round one of the pools in my hotel (next to Reids) to catch the sun and the eye of a few ladies.On the day in question I founder a lounger in a shaded...
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Blonde, blue-eyed, 4ft 11inches at 100 pounds, 34-21-35 and legs to die for. My wife? Hell no - my mother-in-law, and for the last year she has been doing her absolute best to fuck my brains out. And three years ago this same woman hated my guts because I was going to marry her daughter and she did not consider me good enough for her baby. Why the change of heart? Well, that's the story. It was a dismal day in October, one of those days when the weather can't make up its mind whether it...
At 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
As I write this, Maria is entertaining one of Mistress Pickles’ ladies. True to her promise that kindly former employer, teacher and guardian has, since our departure from her house, sent a number of her clients to stay with us. Some have been convalescents, other merely wishing to enjoy a change from the normal social circles they enjoy or endure in the capital. Mistress Pickles sends us money to pay for their visits and we do not know, ask or care what she charges them. We have also found a...
LesbianIn the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination. One evening we were in the salon, playing charades as I recall, when the Mistress arrived with Jenkins and asked us all to sit and pay...
Lesbian‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
LesbianMy Lady was most tender as we dried ourselves. Despite her earlier complaint of having been exhausted by our coupling she seemed, having taken the bubbling wine, to recover. We had sipped our wine seated facing each other, both naked, in the soft chairs the room provided. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was...
LesbianAt 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
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