Swapping Wives and Fucking Teen Girls at the Beach Cottage
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Twenty-four-year-old Roger Phillips had inherited a substantial sum of money and was looking at buying himself something larger than the smallish flat that he currently lived alone in. He had viewed a few properties and he now had an appointment to meet a representative of the estate agent's at a quite isolated country cottage. He drove into the gate of the cottage and there, standing by her car, was an Indian woman of absolute beauty.
This vision was forty-eight-year-old divorcee Maneka Patel and she flashed a lovely smile as Roger got out of his car.
She held out her hand in greeting, "Mr Phillips, nice to meet you my name is Maneka Patel."
For a moment Roger was struck dumb by the beauty of this woman but he recovered to shake her hand, "Nice to meet you, um, Ms Patel."
"Oh, Maneka, please. The owner of the property is away for two weeks but we are free to show prospective buyers around. Please follow me."
As she unlocked the door, Roger's eyes went to her quite large bottom in a tight black skirt, just as Maneka knew that they would.
She escorted Roger around the house. Although the woman's looks and perfume were distracting to him, he hoped that she was not aware of the bulge forming in the front of his trousers. She was, in fact, very aware of the bulge and not having had sex herself for quite some time, the bulge was becoming a distraction to her.
They were upstairs and in a bedroom, apart from a wardrobe and the other obvious things, there was a single door cupboard which Maneka opened as she said, "There is some more space in here."
The cupboard was completely empty except for one item, an authentic-looking school cane which was on a hook at the back of the area.
Appearing to be shocked Maneka said, "Oh my goodness, it is surprising what some people possess, isn't it?"
Roger blushed and shuffled uncomfortably as he mumbled an agreement.
Whilst Maneka had appeared to be shocked she was not shocked in the least because she not only knew that the cane was there but she had felt it many times across her bottom. It was applied by the owner of the cottage, Miss Emily Carruthers who was a sixty-one-year-old, ex girls' school headmistress. Maneka thought at that point that she could rapidly further this erotic situation. Her cunt was telling her to, but she decided that it would be even more fun to delay what she thought would be inevitable.
She completed the tour which left Roger feeling a bit confused and frustrated but they parted with Roger agreeing to think overnight about whether he wanted to make an offer for the cottage. Roger did think overnight but not about the cottage so much as about the cane and Ms Maneka Patel. Maneka was confident that she would be hearing from Roger again one way or another and the two of them, in their respective homes, masturbated to climax.
Sure enough, Roger phoned the estate agent's the next morning and got through to Maneka. "Ah, Mr Phillips, have you thought any more about what you saw yesterday?" She said pleased with herself for the ambiguity.
"I have, Ms Patel, I mean Maneka. I wondered if it would be possible for me to view the cottage again please?"
Maneka had a large amount of the day free but she decided that perhaps it would be better if the viewing was late in the day so she told Roger a slight untruth, "Certainly but I am afraid I am rather busy. I could meet you there at 5 pm though if that was possible for you?"
"Yes, yes that would be wonderful, I will see you there at that time," he said as his cock hardened in his trousers.
Before leaving the office for the appointment with Roger, Maneka had removed her knickers because she was confident that they would be coming off anyway so her tight black skirt hugged her bare buttocks. As had happened the previous day, she was waiting by her car when Roger arrived and, if anything, she looked even more attractive than yesterday.
"Do you want to go around the whole property or is there anything in particular that you would like to see again, Mr Phillips?" She asked with a slight smirk on her face.
"Um, well, I was um trying to remember just how much space there was in that cupboard in the bedroom," he almost blurted and he felt himself blushing.
"Yes, I thought that that might be what you wanted to see... you naughty boy," said Maneka with her eyes fixed on his.
The 'naughty boy' comment made his already semi-erect cock stiffen even more and the still smiling Maneka's eyes moved to his crotch as she said, "I think we should take that cane out of the cupboard don't you?"
"Yes, I think we should, Miss."
As she led the way upstairs, his eyes were on her backside and he could not detect a panty line under her very tight skirt.
They reached the appropriate bedroom and Maneka went to the cupboard and took the cane out. She turned to face Roger as she flexed the cane, "Trousers and underpants down, you naughty boy," she said as his heart raced because of the speed that things were happening. He was in a daze as he obeyed her and as his underpants came down, his erection sprung out, "I will deal with that shortly but first I will deal with your backside," she said as she slashed the cane through the air.
Pointing with the cane she ordered, "Put your head on the bed and your bottom in the air," an instruction to which Roger complied.
She was very close to cumming as she stood behind him and tapped the cane against his rear before raising it and slashing it down, THWACK!
Roger had never felt a cane stroke before but he very soon felt a second, third and fourth one. He groaned and twisted as the sting radiated through his body and the hugely turned on Maneka then delivered two more rapid strokes.
"Stand up, boy," she said in a quite shaky voice. She was delighted to see that he was still fully erect and, in fact, had a blob of precum on the end of his prick.
Roger put his hands to his caned arse and the day of surprises continued with Maneka announcing, "I have actually been a naughty girl because I knew that this cane was there yesterday because I often visit Miss Carruthers who owns this cottage, to have my bottom caned."
Roger, who was red-faced and furiously rubbing his caned backside, was stunned and even more so when Maneka went on to say, "So as a naughty girl, I think that I should be caned now."
She handed Roger the cane and then unzipped her skirt to let it drop to the floor, confirming his belief that she was naked underneath it. He looked at the hair around her glistening vagina before she moved to take up the position that he had been in with her head on the bed and her arse in the air. "Six strokes as hard as you can," she said.
As he looked at those large round buttocks, he almost spurted his cum but he looked at her arse once more, then at the cane, then he cracked the cane against her rear. "Harder, much harder," she said.
The caning that he had received had taken some of the power from him but he did manage to make the second stroke harder. THWACK!
"Yes, like that," said Maneka as she rocked her arse from side to side.
Encouraged, he landed two more strokes which had her clenching her cheeks before he gave her two more and she shook her arse from side to side, "Now fuck me, for goodness sake".
She opened her legs and her cunt seemed to be begging for his cock which he put to her entrance and slid in, bringing a groan from both of them. His arse was tingling from the caning as was Maneka's and those tinglings drove them both on as he fucked her hard and fast from behind, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck," she screamed as she started to climax and her pulsing cunt caused Roger's penis to spurt and spurt and spurt and spurt.
He slumped onto her back as his penis slid out of he,r bringing some of their mixed-sex juices with it.
"Fuck, that was amazing," said Roger.
"It certainly was, but you do know that I will have to tell Miss Carruthers that we used her cane and that we fucked on her bed, don't you?" said Maneka.
"Really? What will she say?" Asked a still slightly bewildered Roger.
"Well, I would think that she will cane us both, more than six strokes though," replied Maneka.
"Shit, when did you say she was back?" asked Roger.
"Oh, in about another ten days. You and I will have plenty of time to get to know each other better before then," smiled the beautiful woman who by now was upright and was making Roger's previously flaccid cock harder in her hand.
They kissed and Roger grabbed Maneka's buttocks, causing her to squeal. "Oops, sorry about that," he laughed and then it was his turn to yelp when she slapped his left arse cheek.
In prospect was a lot of fucking leading up to the prospect of a severe caning.
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The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
Vintage Porn SitesI should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...
Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...
Porn Pictures SitesI always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....
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