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Memories are sometimes not to be trusted. In looking back on the past, what one believes to be a memory is in actuality what one prefers to think the past was like. We do this unintentionally -- whether as a defensive mechanism or the result of the layering of visions of the past, one on top of another, until the distant past is obscured.

For Rebecca her fascination with the cross and with the practice of crucifixion seemed in retrospect to have been acquired at an early age. Now as a single woman in her early thirties, she could not recall a time when crucifixion did not loom large in her emotional life. Even as a c***d of four, if her recollections are to be believed, Rebecca was captivated by the imagery of the Crucifixion. It seemed for her entire life, she wondered and imagined what it would be like to be suspended from the arms of a cross and to suffer the pain of torture.

Later in life, when she was a teenager she wondered if this obsession was the result of an Italian Catholic upbringing. For sure, from kindergarten through elementary school, from the time of her first communion to her confirmation, her education included a heavy dose of Roman Catholic theology. Christ’s stigmata were real for her, a badge of suffering which she secretly envied. But as an adult she was inclined to dismiss this explanation. Age thirty-two, she was another in the legion of lapsed Catholics; individuals familiar with its rituals and beliefs in the same way many adults are familiar with their high school French.

Perhaps, one hundred years ago – in another time and another place -- her obsession might have set herself apart as a woman with a calling to serve the Church. But she had her doubts. Her obsession – or fetish in the words she now used to describe this peculiar proclivity – was not grounded in devotion. No, she readily admitted to herself the genesis was not piety; nor was it necessarily prurient in origin. She knew there was a sexual component. But in the course of her never ending introspection, she felt her fetish reflected a desire to suffer punishment -- severe, painful and humiliating. The two strands were interlinked – inextricably in her analysis. Why though? She was a loss.

Now her friends, colleagues and family would have expressed utter amazement were they to learn of her secret yearning to suffer a cruel and barbaric punishment. Rebecca was what individuals called a “good girl.” A less charitable description was “mousey.” Although physically attractive she was not deemed a beauty. Every one of her features was pleasant enough, but the combination did not produce what others would describe as a lovely countenance or a drop-dead gorgeous body.

No she had the “girl next door” look. Her nose was neither pronounced nor delicate. It was just there. Her other facial features were also unremarkable. She was not blessed with high, prominent cheek bones. Her face overall was more rounded and less angular. Petite in stature, she was at the shorter end of the normal range for a woman. Consequently her torso was a bit out of proportion to her legs. They were not long and lankly; rather than seemingly going on forever they came to an abrupt end. And, her weight was average. Rebecca was always fighting to reduce her weight by five or ten pounds in the vain hope of making her hips a bit less accentuated.

Her eyes were typically the feature which attracted the most comment. Brown in color and set amidst hair of a similar hue, her eyes, wide, unblinking and soulful imparted a doe-like quality to her persona. Perhaps this was because she was easily startled giving her a “deer in the highlights” appearance when she was nonplussed.

Although she could be a wall flower in a large group, she was reckoned intelligent. Throughout elementary school, high school and college and even in graduate school, she always enjoyed the reputation as one of the brighter students in the class. After graduating with a master’s degree in Medieval Literature, Rebecca did what most over educated individuals did upon graduation: she settled for second best. Rather than pursue her studies, teach or even make an attempt at a career with some intellectual pretensions, she opted to become another functionary in the corporate world. In her view the pay compensated for the boredom.

This deal was struck in part because she was beginning to doubt she would ever marry. The idea of ceasing work to be a man’s wife just did not seem to be in the hand she was dealt. She desired a man who did not seem to exist. She yearned for a man who would both stimulate her mind and dominate her body. The combination of cerebral and sexually aggressive just did not seem to be common – at least not among the men she encountered in her circles. Alpha males with PhDs were as rare as unicorns. Domineering men she had dated struck her as coarse and uncouth while intelligent men were simply too nice. Almost to a man, they shuddered at some of the hints she dropped regarding just what turns her on in the bedroom. Of the half dozen men she dated who fell in the latter category, not one could loosen up enough to spank her hard. So given her experience with men, she had just about lost hope of finding a man who shared her crucifixion fantasy.

Her longing to be crucified thus remained her secret. She indulged this desire vicariously through porn. She was acquainted with not just the more mainstream BDSM sites but with the more esoteric, less frequented sites as well. Weekly she searched for any new site with scenes of a woman being crucified. Her hard drive was full of pictures and clips of women on a cross. She even categorized her collection by the type of cross: Latin, Thieves’ and St. Andrew’s crosses among the most frequent examples. Another preference was for a man in the role of the crucifier. FemDom crucifixion settings just did not have the same appeal for her.

So rather than diminishing with each passing year her fantasy went unfulfilled, her interest grew more intense. Her fantasy’s roots burrowed deeper into her psyche.

So it was with some surprise when one day scanning advertisements for men seeking submissive women she stumbled across his ad. His words impressed her. From both his choice of words and his prose style, his intellect and intelligence were evident. His words spoke to her heart; they echoed the desires she had harbored. He wrote of redemption through suffering and he promised the attainment of a state of bliss and contentment through torture of a sexual variety. But it was the description of his technique – mock crucifixion – and the picture of his cross which compelled Rebecca to reply to his summons. Deep within her heart she knew if she let this opportunity pass by she would regret her inaction and her timidity. His words were both a call and a challenge: it was now or never.

Rebecca suffered several sleepless nights until she received his response. His words struck a responsive chord in her breast. It was if he known her and of her secret for his entire life; it was if he had been waiting in the wings for the opportunity to aide her in her liberation; and, it was if he were a creation of her imagination. Reading and re-reading his reply, Rebecca was fearful this was a dream from which she would awake only to find herself alone without an agent to assist her in her quest.

The tone of her next letter to him was one of despair. She confided to him her fear of never receiving the redemption she so desperately craved. The only word Rebecca could find to describe the tone of his reply was “beneficent.” A strange choice she confessed to herself, but still the only adjective she felt conveyed the sense of peace which descended upon her when she read his words and glimpsed the salvation he promised.

In a third note she asked, quite out of character, if he would agree to meet. His reply was in the affirmative. He asked her to name a place and time – and, he promised he would be there. And, he was true to his word. When she first saw him sitting waiting for her to arrive her knees threatened to give way from the joy brimming within. He was older than she by fifteen years or so. Despite being in his late forties, he was, she reckoned, in excellent physical condition. He impressed her as delicate blend of the physical and the cerebral. For longer than she would have liked, she was initially speechless in his presence. But soon language reasserted itself as it always does.

They met a second and then a third time. After each date, she could only see one path – that path lead to the cross in his basement. During their fourth meeting, she asked, no, she beseeched him to guide her to the redemption she could not live without. He recounted for her, in minute detail, the excruciating pain she would endure. He also explained it was his preference was to proceed step-by-step to introduce her to each type of pain and stimulation she would experience so she would be prepared, mentally and physically, for the challenge of a crucifixion. Her heart sank and the tears welled up in Rebecca’s eyes. She cried, she could not wait any longer. Her words were lamentations of her despair at ever crossing that portal to the contentment she knew was only attainable by her through suffering. She told him her entire life was a preparation for this suffering. With those words Rebecca convinced him of her resolve to bear the sufferings of the cross.

So it was arranged for her to come to his house the next week on Saturday at seven in the morning. He told her what to pack since she should plan on staying the night after her ordeal was over.

Rebecca could not wait for the days to pass. Finally Saturday arrived. She was up at five to prepare herself for what she knew would be the most momentous day in her life. She had made her vows to meet the cross on its terms years ago; today she would honor that commitment.

She arrived several minutes early. He greeted her at the door and conducted Rebecca to the basement. The entrance to the chamber was against the back wall of his basement, just to the left of the oil tank. Since the ceiling was low, not more than six feet she reckoned by how he stooped to avoid hitting his head, the door appeared more like an entry way to a root cellar than an entrance to another room. He advised her to watch her head and to watch her step as entered the chambered.

He descended first. Grabbing two grips just above the lintel, he swung himself into the lower room. Turning he extended his hand to her, in order first to take her bag and then to assist her as she climbed down into the chamber. Even though she was petite – just five foot two without any heels – she found the passage difficult to navigate. The dimmed lights of the chamber did not help establish her bearings or to maintain her footing. Bending over she descended, her left hand grasping his right, her left foot finding the first of four steps. With his guidance, she passed in the blink of an eye she passed from one world into the next. She knew, she sensed it was his world. She wanted to be a part of it. She knew her initiation had only just begun.

Rebecca felt her knees grow weak as with one step after another she descended the flight of metal steps until finally she felt terra firma, the hard, cold concrete floor of the sub-basement. For the first time she glimpsed her surroundings as her gaze swept from one corner of the room to the next. He had previously acquainted her with the geography of the room relative to the rest of the house. His candor and openness was the reason why she was here, why she had assented to place herself, her life, her body and her person in his hands. She knew where she stood: the room was the foundation for his green house, a room that was a later addition to his home.

She guessed the room to be twenty feet or so by approximately ten – not a large room, but one sufficiently large for its purpose. The walls were made of stone: Pennsylvania field stone like many of the houses in this part of the state. Sconces in the form of candles were placed every four feet or so, shedding light amidst the shadows. In the right corner she caught sight of a bed. It was a four poster made from massive pillars of wood. By its left side was a sideboard with a ewer and bowl. In the far left corner she recognized what she thought was an apparatus similar to an exercise horse one finds in a gym. And, directly before her, it stood. Tall. Looming. Foreboding. Some might even say sinister. But those individuals lacked the depth of imagination to comprehend its majesty. She quickly recognized it as her cross to bear.

The crucifix stood erect before her. She estimated its height to be eight, maybe nine feet. She was not certain. The interplay of the light and of the shadows made an accurate guess impossible. Suffice it to say, the cross was taller, more substantial, than her petite frame. At first she felt a knot form in her stomach as she stood in its presence. But tension quickly subsided as she stood before it in awe of its beauty. A certain calm, a certain serenity and a certain acceptance – whether of her fate or of her desire, she was unable to say – descended on her.

She moved closer to touch the cross. Running her hand with the grain she felt the strength of the wood. Like the bed’s pillars, the base of the cross was massive. She tried to encircle the base with her fingers, but she could not span the block with her thumbs and forefingers out stretched. She guessed the vertical shaft was at least six inches all around. Looking at its arms, outstretched, reaching for her, she saw their thickness was of the same dimensions.

In their correspondence, he had written of its construction. He had informed her of its dimensions. She knew the arms were joined to the vertical shaft by a lap joint. She knew as well, a metal brace behind reinforced the horizontal, arms to the vertical base. She knew too that a metal bracket, bolted to the concrete floor, secured the cross. This allowed the cross to be lowered to the ground. And, somewhere in the recesses of her memory, she could recall the iron bar behind the cross to provide additional support and stability.

But seeing the cross before her conveyed a different sense than being told of its dimensions and construction. T he latter facts now struck her as somewhat cold and academic – distant and lifeless like a definition in a dictionary. It was only after feeling the wood -- appreciating its strength – and only after running her hands along grain, did she appreciate the art, the imagination and the craftsmanship with which it was imbued. She imagined the arms enveloping her, hugging her to its shaft, making her, her body, her mind, her heart and her imagination one with it. I n several hours, once her ordeal was over, she would be one with it and it one with her.

She smiled at him, softly, shyly to signal her willingness to proceed. He instructed her to undress completely. She would, he informed her, find hooks and a clothes rod with hangers on the wall by the foot of the bed. In the dim light she vaguely discerned the clothes rod with its hangers. Oddly she was relieved she would be undressing in the shadows. He had of course not seen her naked. She was embarrassed and more than a bit self conscious despite the knowing fully the activity they would shortly engage in.

While she proceeded to undress she observed how he lowered the cross to the floor. Using a block-and-tackle he eased the rope, going hand over hand, lowering it inch by inch, until the cross rested on the floor. Because of the bracket and hinge holding the cross to the floor the head of the cross was slightly lower to the ground than its base. Once the cross had been lowered he raised the triangular block of wood upon which her feet would rest higher. Next he began to organize the ropes which would bind her to the cross.

Having arranged all of the ropes in their proper place along the arms and shaft of the cross, he asked if she was ready. In a low voice, she answered in the affirmative. Gruffly he told her to stand astride the shaft. She positioned herself as he desired. For one last time they discussed the two hand signals she would use if either she could not bear the ordeal any longer and the other if she needed to use the bathroom. She answered yes to both. She added she had followed his instructions and had not eaten any breakfast nor had she drunk a large quantity of fluids – just enough to keep her hydrated and from passing out.

Standing astride the thick, hard and massive shaft she was conscious of the wetness of her sex. Placing his hands upon her shoulders, he gently seated her on the shaft; then using his hands he lowered her head and torso so that her arms were aligned with those of the cross.

What he did next first struck her as strange but provided a measure of comfort. Taking her right wrist in his hands, he took her pulse. His fore and middle fingers lightly pressed on the veins on the underside of her risk. Glancing at his watch, he counted the beats. After a minute or so, he rendered his verdict: her heart was beating rapidly. She could have easily conveyed this fact. She could feel her heart racing and the palms of her hands were wet. Her nipples were taut, tender and erect from the rapid, heated flow of her blood. And, even without glimpsing at her crotch, she knew her sex was peering out from beyond its cowl.

He stood up and moved to the sideboard. From one of the compartments below he withdrew a glass and a bottle of liquor. Without saying a word he poured a small measure into the glass.

Returning to the cross he stooped lower and gently lifted her head higher. He instructed her to take a sip. It was some port wine, he elaborated. He assured her it would take the edge off of her anxiety.

The liquor was strong and bitter. She recoiled at the first taste but once introduced she savored its strength. Having consumed the draught they repeated the process of lowering her head and torso, arranging her arms and taking her pulse. This time he was satisfied and proceeded with his preparations.

From his pocket he removed what appeared to be a file. She asked what he was doing. His reply, laconic like most of his conversation with her thus far, was the tool was a rasp. He used it, he informed her, to fray the ropes binding her to the cross, to make the cords rougher and coarser.

He commenced with binding her ankles. He wound the ligaments around one ankle and then the next. He tightened the cord and then tied the loose ends to an eye hook behind the shaft.

Next he proceeded to bind her right wrist and then her left to the arms. He followed the same steps: the rasp to fray the rope, wrapping the cord around her wrist and ending with securing the restraint to an eye hook on the arm’s underside. Similar restraints were prepared at two other points: first at the elbow and then at the mid-point of her upper arm.

With the last strand he fashioned a harness: running the two ends of the rope around her waist he looped each strand across her breast, forming an “X” as the ends ran from waist over her shoulders. These too were tied off to another eye hook attached to the support brace.

He now embarked on the final preparations. Turning her gaze to her left she saw him moved towards the sideboard. From the cabinet he removed what appeared to be a sponge as well as a gag of some sort. After dipping the sponge into the basin of water he returned to the cross. He told her to open her mouth. Once she complied he wetted her lips with water from the sponge. He then affixed the ball gag. His injunction was stern: fighting it would only increase the discomfort she would feel. The ball placed in her mouth and the harness fastened behind her head, he commanded her to take two or three deep breaths. Once she obliged he asked her if she was having any difficulty breathing. She responded by moving her head from left to right indicating she could breath.

Having met this challenge, she was unprepared for the next. Lying on the cross, naked and exposed, not yet hoisted up high, she felt his hands tease her thighs apart. Before she could glimpse what he was doing, she felt it rip into her sex. She felt the hard, rigid shaft pierce her insides. As he pushed the dildo deeper she felt its contours, its knots, its knobs, its protrusions push against the soft flesh of her vagina’s walls. Her muscles instinctively grasped the toy, pressing her vagina against its contours.

Try as she might she could not see what other task he had set out to accomplish. Lying on her back, the cross on the floor, her freedom of movement restricted, it was only with great pain and great difficulty that she could apprehend his movements. From his pushing against the base of the dildo, she guessed he was somehow securing the toy to the vertical beam so that when he hoisted the cross to its vertical position, it would remain firmly logged within her.

With a few moments he was finished. He shot a glance signaling to her that if she had not readied herself she had better quickly prepare for what was to come next. Stepping back he grabbed the end of the rope feeding through the pulleys of the block-and-tackle. Tugging gently at first and then with greater strength he pulled on the rope. With each tug, each pull, the head of the cross moved higher off of the ground. With each increase in the angle of elevation she felt the ropes binding her wrists and her upper arms to the cross dig into her flesh. Concurrently with each move from the horizontal to the vertical she felt the base of the dildo – the hard rubber simulacrum of testes -- press against the vulva and vaginal lips. In a few moments she could feel the cross was in position. Once it came rest, perpendicular to the hard, cold concrete floor, she felt a torrent of sensation wrack her nervous system.

The sources of the pain were manifold. With each increase in the angle of elevation some new sensation flooded her nerves causing her neurons to fire rapidly. But soon the flood became a cascade and the cascade a torrent: at some point she could not distinguish the cause or the source of the pain. Every ache and strain soon merged together to overwhelm any ability of her body acting autonomously to make sense of the pain befalling her. Only the ball gag kept her not merely from screaming but from shrieking. Words flittered through her mind but sentences -- coherent thoughts -- could not be formed. Any utterance would have been primitive: vocalizations attempting to convey what she had not the experience to articulate. Anyway language was useless even if she could regain her command of language. There was no one to hear her lamentations. Only him. And, he, she sensed, was impervious, resistant to her entreaties.

The pain emanating from her womb was intense. She felt as if he had pierced her there with a spear. Although she was in fact supporting her weight with her feet standing on the triangular block at the base, the combination of the force of gravity and the tension imposed by the harness holding the dildo inside of her conspired to force her torso and loins down onto the toy. Her erect clitoris, suffused from the rush of blood, rubbed against the toy’s base. The sensations were magnified by her futile attempts to shift her position, to arrange her center of gravity so her weight would fall to her rear and not to her front.

Each attempt failed in its purpose. Soon she realized the only possible of course of action was to willingly accept the pain of the dildo piercing her sex and abrading her clitoris. No sooner had she come to this resolution than she felt herself swoon from the paroxysm of pain and stimulation wracking her nervous system.

There was a clock facing the cross. In her now brief moments of sentience she wondered what purpose it served other than to mock her. Its slowly advancing hands seemed to deride her stamina and perseverance. The minute hand in particular appeared to derive great pleasure in its slow advance. Would she give up before even five minutes had passed? She girded herself to defy the clock’s low expectations.

Just as soon as she regained any semblance of composure her feeling of being in control was quickly dashed. For what seemed to be an eternity she found herself fighting to retain a sense of herself as a person. The stream of sensation induced by the dildo stuffed in her womb, the tension of the ropes binding her to the cross against her flesh, the coarse and frayed strands rubbing and chaffing her skin and an increasing physical lassitude, the result of having to stand in one place, to support herself, rendered any attempt by her mind to organize, interpret and respond to the stimulation ineffective. Her mental boundaries with reality – that wall which filters the cues provided by the world without – was crumbling, crashing down like retaining wall undermined by several days of uninterrupted torrential rain.

Rebecca, in her plight to shore up this wall between her outside and inner realities, was unprepared for the next onslaught he would orchestrate. From a corner he had pulled a small step ladder over to the cross, positioning it at the base of the cross. In his hand he held a whip. Climbing the ladder he stood over her, she who was bound helplessly to the cross. In a moment she would feel the sting of the whip, a scourge, striking her flesh.

He wielded the scourge with his right hand, striking her breasts with the instrument’s leather thongs first from the right and then from the left. He struck her again. And, he flailed her once again until he saw her recoil in pain from the sting of the frayed leather edges against her tender flesh. She choked from the shock.

Having awakened her flesh to the sting of the world and of its woes, he proceeded with its mortification. She saw him step down from the ladder. He walked over to the sideboard and removed another bowl from the cabinet. As he ascended the ladder, she saw in his hand a lemon. From his pocket he drew a knife, removed the blade and proceeded to cut the lemon in two. Having accomplished this task he took the half in his right hand, and while holding it above her breast, he squeezed the half with all his strength.

She could not stand to bear witness. She knew averting her gaze would not stop or impede the shock of sensation. scourge had not cut deep but it had drawn blood. The juice of the lemon fell in drops – one after another – on the raw exposed skin of her bosom. Within seconds she felt the sting of the citric acid. She winced. She squirmed. She yearned to scream in pain. ball gag though muffled her cries. The gag rendered any protest by her ineffectual.

For several moments the pain, the sting, the bite of the acid seeping through her wounds was more than she could bear. It was only by a force of will – an effort of supreme concentration – that she did not black out. She could feel her mind losing touch with her present reality. She sensed the fog of the u*********s gathering before her eyes. But by the exertion of her will she managed to dispel the fog and to cast back the lure of bodily surrender.

He was not finished though. Rebecca did not realize that each test of her endurance, if passed, would give rise to another. Like the mortification of her flesh the next challenge to the integrity of her mind and her body came from an unexpected quarter. She did not see him flick the switch but the moment the lights came on, blinding her with their intense glow, she knew this was the next assault he had planned for her. What Rebecca did not know, what she had failed to see lurking in the shadows, were four Klieg lights hanging from the ceiling in a semi-circle before the cross.

When turned on the effect was similar to staring at the sun. There was no shade though to provide relief. With her arms pinioned to the cross Rebecca was unable to use her arm or hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the searing lights. Within minutes she the sweat began to roll off of her brow, caking the wisps of her hair to her face. Soon she could feel the rivulets of sweat form on and between her breasts. The sweat poured from her skin, running down her fleshy mounds in all directions. Her moisture began to collect on the strands of rope crossing over her breasts in her cleavage. The sweat first started to collect of the frayed ends of the rope, irritating her skin. The countless little beads clinging to the frayed, coarse fibers were like an infestation of gnats crawling, biting and itching her bosom’s soft flesh.

While she was distracted by the effect of the cascading rivulets, she had not noticed he was now by the base of the cross. In his raised hand he held a vibrator which he pressed against her maiden’s head. The first tingle was an almost pleasant sensation against the back drop of pain she was experiencing. But soon pleasure turned to pain. Her clitoris first grew numb from the ceaseless stimulation. Then the pain ensued. Her clitoris throbbed and ached from being manhandled in this manner.

Steeping aside he raised his left hand and struck at her sex with the flat end of a riding crop. She winced in pain and agony. Again he struck – hard, fast and with no remorse or regret. Another strike. And, then another, until Rebecca felt that raw, abrading sensation of flesh torn. Soon she felt the vibrator pressed hard against her crotch. Its ceaseless vibrating pounding against her naked, raw and exposed sex.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. Soon tears of pain were joining the rivers of sweat still pouring from her brow to form torrents running down her cheeks. Her head hung low, Rebecca could feel her grip on reality receding.

Her vision clouded by the flood of tears, she was reduced to glimpsing reality through her mind’s eye, through her recollection of recent events. At this point her mind began playing tricks – cruel tricks – on her sanity.

She was no longer cognizant of where she was and what she was experiencing. Before her was desolation. She spied a wasteland devoid of trees, flowers or grass – a desert of desolation with no vegetation, parched and scorched by the glare of an unremitting sun. Around her yelping, baying and lunging were a pack of feral dogs. Hyenas she thought. Jackals maybe. Rebecca thought the wild dogs waited for her to succumb before they attacked. A sense of fear and foreboding seized her. But this rush of self preservation had to overcome the inertia of a body wracked by pain and the growing lassitude of a mind clouded by the fatigue of futile resistance. There was no place for her to run to seek help or to find shelter. The safest course of action appeared to remain where she was, encircled by the pack of rabid and ravenous hounds. There was no other option since she felt her energy slipping, first gradually and then rapidly, until she knew that she would, could, no longer resist.

At that moment when Rebecca had resolved to meet her fate, was the same moment the pack staged its attack. The hyenas lunged towards her in unison, their fangs bared, ready to tear her from limb to limb. Rebecca shuddered expecting the worst. But as the dogs, rabid and raging, hell bent on the attack, were about to strike and drag her down, they were transformed into a flock of doves which lifted her higher! She no longer felt pinioned to the ground. She felt free of her tired, aching husk of a body. She was cognizant of herself – of her spirit – but not of her flesh. Her pain had subsided. Her arms no longer felt the ropes cutting into her flesh, her breasts and nipples stung no more from the lash of the scourge and her sex had ceased throbbing from the repeated assaults on her femininity. Hoisted aloft on the wings of the doves her spirit soared as she discovered pleasure amidst the pain. Peace descended on her, a smile graced her face as her head bowed, she lapsed into u*********sness.

It was the feel of the water on her skin which aroused her. She awoke to find herself on the bed in the sub-basement as he washed her body with a sponge. T he air was fragrant with a hint of frangipani. She smiled at him; then she arched her back and stretched her arms as an invitation for him to have her, to take her, to ravish her and to enjoy her. He did not hesitate. His lips embraced hers. His hands ran wild over her body. And, soon she spread her legs wide to receive him so she might bestow on him, her benediction.

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Main Anushree..mere Sheikh jiju ne mujhe kaise choda ..unhi ki prerna pa kar main apni aapbiti sunne ke liye utawali ho rahi hoon. Ise aap jaise chahen len, pyar muhabbat se. Apana pyar de kar mujhe nihal karden jisase main aap ko har bar naye-naye tarah se deti rahoo. Meri bahan ki shadi abhi haal hi me hui hai. Sheikh jiju multi-national co.me ek achchhi post par hai. Sajeele sunder nawjawan jiski chahat koi bhee laraki kar sakati hai. Meri bahan badi seedhi hai aura pane duniya mein hi magan...

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Carruthers Bride

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...

3 years ago
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Lifetime Sexperience With Servant Shekhar

I am a young lady of 28 and married. My husband usually goes on long tours for office work and is not in town for at least 15-20 days in a month. I am staying alone in a 3BHK Row-House in Pune in a posh locality. I am quite a beautiful lady, with well formed body. I am very tall ( 5’10 inches). My body statistics is quite attractive as it measures 36-26-40. I have huge well rounded butts which is my major attraction and men always turn around to view by butts admiringly. I wear saree about 2″...

4 years ago
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Mom Sex Session With Sheikh

Hello story readers. Main vicky singh ek baar phir se lekar aaya hoon aap sabke liye ek aur hot sex stories.Jaisa aap logon ne meri pichli story mein padha tha ki kaise meri mom ne after 10 months 3 sheikhs ke sex kiya tha jismein unhe aur teenon sheikhs ko bahut maza aaya tha.Ab iske aagey ki story yahaan se shuru hoti hai.After giving delivery of baby boy & that sex session. Mummy ke figure par koi change nahin tha.Ek din main aur mummy office mein discussion kar rahe the ek real estate...

3 years ago
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Sherrys Coming OutChapter 4 Sherry begins to wonder

When I arrived back home from Chicago things with Cliff had gotten worse between us. He had moved all of his things into the guest bedroom. When I tried to get him to talk about what was going on, he just glared at me and went into his room shutting the door. I stood by the door, "Cliff please talk to me, we can't keep going on like this, it's driving both of us crazy, can't you see that?" "Why don't you go move in with Mullins. I know he's had that big cock of his in you by this...

3 years ago
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Mom8217s Affair With Sheikh Zayed

Hello friends.Main vicky singh jacob ek baar phir lekar aaya hoon aap sabke liye hot sex story jismein main aap sabko bataunga ki kaise dad ke absence mein mummy ne sheikh zayed ke saath ghar mein sex kiya.Toh ab aate hain story par. Ek din mere grandparents ne dad se kaha ki unhe yahaan aaye hue bahut din ho gaye hain aur baby sunny ke saath rehte rehte time ka pata hi nahin chala toh isliye ab woh log cochin(kerala) jaana chahte hain.Phir dad aur mummy donon ne insist kiya ki woh donon kuch...

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Motherless Vintage

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...

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Althea

I 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...

4 years ago
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Another from the GurlTown Files Sherrie 3

Sherrie & Baby Face BBI was doing great. The downside was that Gabe and Nick were in and out leaving Sherrie too much time. While out shopping she saw a rowdy group of k**s beating one. By the time she turned her car around to investigate, one small k** crawled from the ditch. He was bruised, dirty and his little glasses were broke. She scooped him up and he said, “not a k** Lady” and passed out. She rambled through his back pack and discovered he was actually a “little person”, a dwarf....

1 year ago
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Motherless Images

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...

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2 years ago
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Futa Naked in School 11 Futa Bullys Naughty WeekChapter 2 Shelenarsquos Naughty Offer

Shelena Lowell’s Week, Tuesday I couldn’t believe I was crying. Me! I leaned against the wall in the second-floor corridor, Guanting Chan’s futa-cum leaking out of my pussy. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I struggled to get my emotions under control. Anger boiled through me at the mocking laughter that had surrounded me in the cafeteria. All my life, I had been in charge. The tallest and fastest futa on the team. The one with the biggest cock. Girls were all sluts for my dick even when...

1 year ago
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Motherless Amateur

I 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....

Amateur Porn Sites
1 year ago
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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

BBW Porn Sites
1 year ago
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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

Voyeur Porn Sites
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Another from the GurlTown Files Sherrie

Shelton aka Sherrie Gabe and Nick had worked various home construction companies. Both were not “team” workers and had been fired by all the major builders. An accidental meeting at a bar brought them together to form their own company “Boonie Builders”. If it was “in the sticks, off the grid, in no man's land”, they would build it. They were barely surviving for a year, until they built a cabin for Shelton aka “Shell”. Shelton was a architectural designer. He had come out of the closet and...

3 years ago
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Another from the GurlTown Files Sherrie 2

Boonie Builders #2 One down, one to go, Shell thought. She remembered Gabe's “Hit him between the eyes” and decided she would. As they worked, Shell came out stretched a blue print out on a saw horse table, then moved around them taking measurements. Beneath her shirt, her tits hung free. She climbed a ladder near Nick making sure that her ass cheeks were in his view. Reaching, she flexed her cheeks, tightened them and slacked them. She knew her pantie lines were cutting into each cheek as she...

2 years ago
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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

Fantasy
4 years ago
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My Beautiful Wife Arwa And Shekhar

Hi friends. I am Imran from bomb ay. This wonderful thing happened two years ago when i was on my honeymoon with my 24 years old beautiful wife Arwa. Right after marriage on the third day we went to Kullu-Manali for honeymoon. My wife is very beautiful, slim, athletic body, she has amazing figure of 36-27-38. Has so beautiful pink lips that anybody can die to suck them so hard, Her big eyes, big forehead, Soft cheeks, And amazingly clean waxed body with clean shaved pussy! We reached...

1 year ago
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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

Creampie Porn Sites
1 year ago
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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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1 year ago
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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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2 years ago
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Stunt Double 2 Sheba Always

Stunt Double 2: Sheba Always. By Eric The female German Shepard Sheba who had once been a stunt man named Eric Stoltz looked desperately at Sam, the man who was now her trainer, as the original Sheba had stolen Eric's male human body and life three long days ago. A lifetime ago, really! Eric barked and desperately tried to make writing motions with her paws. All Sam did was to look irritated and command "Quiet!" Damn Sheba's instincts! This body that Eric now found...

2 years ago
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Meri Mom Sushmita Aur Dost Shekhar Ki Chudayi

Hi I everyone this is Raj from Mumbai. I am a big fan of ISS. Jab se maine yahan stories padhni shuru ki hai jab se maine socha kyun na main bhi ek real story yahan post karun. Toh bhaiyo ye story hai 1 mahine pehle ki. Main apni mom Sushmita ke sath jinki age karib 45 hai unke saath rehta hun. Meri mom divorcee hain. Unki figure hai 36-30-38. Woh dikhne me bahut sundar hai aur hot bhi. Woh modern hain isliye zyaadatar top aur jeans pehnti hain. Toh baat aise shuru hui karib 1 mahine pehle hi...

1 year ago
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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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2 years ago
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Another from the GurlTown Files Sherrie 4

Boonie Baby's Whore Warren came to assist her getting up, he winked at her. Knowing what that wink meant, she clumsily got up spreading her thighs, pausing seconds, twisting on unbalanced legs. She made sure everyone in every direction got flashed. As she stood, Warren told everyone to give them a minute of privacy and grab a cigarette break outside. Sherrie said, “I know what my Baby wants”. She turned around, got on her knees, using her own dripping cum to lubricate her hole, she waited...

2 years ago
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The Baroness and the Woodshed

The Baroness and the Woodshed By Stephanie Von Essen A short vignette about a Baroness who craves the harshest disciplinefrom the best dominatrix in Germany during weekly sessions in the woodshed. Eva, you and I have quite a trip to the woodshed in store for you. We haveboth become quite wet from thinking about your planned session all morning.You will receive the discipline you have been craving from the best dominatrixin Germany. Although you are a Baroness and extremely wealthy, you...

2 years ago
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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

3 years ago
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The Watchman And Sheetal 8211 Part II

Guys we already saw in the first part how Sheetal got attracted to Gopal; her watchman. She done all the tricks to get his cock…Now read ahead. The next morning when Sheetal woke up all she could remember was the scene she saw last night. She remembered Gopal’s cock and how he fucked his wife like a hydraulic machine. Sheetal felt little bad thinking about another person’s cock like this but she was sex starved and she didn’t need to think hard for a reason to justify her lust. She blamed it...

2 years ago
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Loves ShepherdChapter 22 Shepherds Gift

Making love to an eighteen-year-old, a seventeen-year-old and three fifteen-year-old girls was, for the first time, not a chore for me. Belinda Graves, the junior, was especially fun. My first titty fuck. I thought about having a painting made up for it, but later decided it would be kind of creepy. I was using the RVs again since the south mansion was now closed. Adam and Jessica helped out at the RV, but my mom was pretty much running the show. Jessie was there too, though she wasn’t aware...

2 years ago
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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

2 years ago
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Memorable Sex With Rosy And Sheetal

I am going to describe one of my best experiences involving two girls in a 3-some. For a preamble, first as the incident narrated in the story was to my encounter with Rosy, my Chat friend. I remember, it was a Friday at about 8.30 in the night, when my telephone rang. Before I could say “Hello”, I heard a female voice saying: “Hello, is this Mr. Pankaj?” I have heard this voice before. Still I could not recognize the person. I answered: “Yeah, may I know who is speaking please?” I heard a...

1 year ago
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Memorable Sex With Rosy And Sheetal

By : Pankaj I am going to describe one of my best experiences involving two girls in a 3-some. For a preamble, first as the incident narrated in the story was to my encounter with Rosy, my Chat friend. I remember, it was a Friday at about 8.30 in the night, when my telephone rang. Before I could say “Hello”, I heard a female voice saying: “Hello, is this Mr. Pankaj?” I have heard this voice before. Still I could not recognize the person. I answered: “Yeah, may I know who is speaking...

2 years ago
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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

1 year ago
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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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1 year ago
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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

Interracial Porn Sites
4 years ago
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Sheetal Makes Me Bang Her Daughter

Hello readers. This is Rohan again. I am going to tell you more about my sex life with my maid Sheetal. Sheetal is a 45 year old woman. She is chubby and has dark skin tone. Sheetal has got long black hair. It feels like heaven to hold her hair when she gives blowjobs. She has got large hanging boobs. She always wears saree which feels great to remove from a woman’s body and have sex with her. She is a sex goddess when it comes to taking virginity. She took my virginity and had sex with me...

1 year ago
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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

The Fappening
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Goa Trip With Sheetal And Lots Of Tease

I had gone to a Goa trip with my girlfriend. My girlfriend’s friend Sheetal and her husband were also going to join us. My girlfriend and I were waiting in our hotel room for Sheetal and her husband to come. The calling bell rang, and my girlfriend went to check who it was. It was Sheetal, and she came in. As soon as I saw her, I was mesmerized by her sexy figure. She was wearing a shirt with short denim, hot pants, and black boots. She had left the top two buttons of her shirt open. I got an...

2 years ago
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House in the Woods Shea

© Copyright 2003 "You said in your emails that you met online." I asked "Is this the first time you've met in person?" She sat at one end of the sofa, arms folded under her modestly sized breasts, while he sat at the other end, leaning away from her on the arm of the sofa. From their body language, it wasn't a promising start. They both nodded and shot each other embarrassed glances. "You were wise to meet on neutral ground," I continued, "and to enlist the help of an...

4 years ago
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The Next Day With Sherrie and John

After I kissed Ben good bye, I returned to the kitchen. John and I continued talking. Twenty minutes later Sherrie entered. She asked if Ben was still sleeping. I had told her that he had to leave, but that I would be staying another night. Her face lit up. She leaned in and kissed me while grabbing my tit. She grabbed a cup of coffee and joined the conversation. Sherrie was talking to John about getting food at the store. I had interrupted to let them know that I wanted to pick up a few things...

4 years ago
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A Day To Savor For Sheetal

Sheetal is 24year old young housewife living in Surat , her husband was a Diamond merchant , she lived in spacious ancestral house , her only problem is she was bored with life , her husband does not have any time to spend with his beautiful wife , neither he has time to look at sculptured body or indulge in sex every day , he is totally into making money & his sex indulgence is limited to 2 minute quickie & then off that may be once in 15Days , since they are leaving far away neither she had...

3 years ago
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sherrie my teen toy

It was a typical saturday night and i was sitting in the local bar watching the local girls try to strip tease . That is when it went from normal to kinda nice, This short woman came in and sat down besides me and started to talk. She said her name was Pam and was out looking for a good time. Not one to turn down a sure thing I decided to see how far I could get with ehr. To start things off she was not all that great looking with maybe a small B cup tits and a so-so face. About an...

2 years ago
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Sherrie Visits the Physiotherapist

Sherrie had known David for 16 years and he had always been the one to treat her back whenever she hurt it. He was a very sexy Physiotherapist, tall, tanned and very athletic looking. Without fail every time Sherrie went to see him he knew where she was hurting, and would instantly ask her to remove her top and undo her Jeans so he could get to her back. David would always like to check to see if she had her “G” string on and he could see she had a matching bra on. He would make the subtle...

3 years ago
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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

2 years ago
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Injured Mother Sheetal

Sheetal was feeling very uncomfortable with the advent of monsoon. This happens every year around this season ever since she lost her husband 18 years ago. She was an affluent lady looking after her dad’s business and bringing up her only c***d Dharmesh.Dharmesh was a young man of 16 now. Tall and handsomely built, with a figure of 38-24-34, he has a workout for 90 minutes each day. He has just completed class 10. But strangely he is not attached to his mom. She leaves for her office at 8.15...

1 year ago
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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

Arab Porn Sites
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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Reality or PerceptionChapter 5 Number Four Sherrie

Well, the boat docked and we all parted before going ashore. Rachael told me that Jack would be there to pick her up and she would just as soon not have him see or meet me. He would probably get very suspicious when he saw me. I agreed, kissed her privately before we left the deck and wished her well. I reminded her of my numbers and told her to keep them safe. She promised to call in a week, just to update me. I watched her walk up to the railing on the top deck to join Susan and Mickey. I...

2 years ago
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Mom Catches Me Having Sex With Our Maid Sheetal

Hello Readers. This is Rohan again. My maid Sheetal is a 45 year old woman. She has dark skin tone and is a little chubby. She has hanging boobs like most women of her age. She took my virginity and we have been having sex since then. She is very adventurous and this quality of hers landed me into trouble. She would often insist me on having sex with her when my parents are in the house. We had done that on several occasions and were never caught. Last week my parents had to go to a wedding for...

1 year ago
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Sheetal the prostitute

Sheetal and had opened up a part of me I never really admitted I had. My life with my wife Rupali was your typical, wholesome life. We loved each other and our infant son. We shared household chores. I worked hard and provided for the family while she stayed at home and took care of the house and our son. Despite our hectic lives we made love to each other a couple of times a week and maintained a healthy sex life. Nothing had changed there, but now Sheetal had added another more devious...

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2 years ago
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Gary Becky Sheep for the Shearing

"If God didn't want them sheared, he would not have made them sheep." Calvera – The Magnificent Seven Paul Simmons is brilliant, generous, a kind and loving man. Yet he is the antithesis of all that. A passionate man who possesses all he can, holding on to what he covets with a tightly clasped fist until he no longer wants it. Including people – his secret side isn't really a dark side, still, he is a controlling man who has taken what belongs to others. Fulfilling needs locked up deep...

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