Nandita To Nandini
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“Night, Jason. Have a good Christmas!”
“Night, Kim. See you in the New Year!”
I smiled to myself as I left the office. Almost as timid as I was, Kim was as alluring as ever, her shy smile warming my insides.
I’d been working there for nearly a year now. Eleven fabulous months with five of the most perfect colleagues you could ever have! Things had really worked out for me. Again…
Quite surprising for a shy introvert like me. I was doing remarkably well.
‘How so?’ I hear you ask. Let me explain. I have a secret, you see.
Orphaned and raised by my Aunty Jean, I’d grown up a loner. It was an unusual childhood, and our relationship probably had a big influence on me.
Tragically, my aunty died on Christmas Eve four years ago. It hit me hard; she’d been my rock for so long that life without her seemed impossible. She was always so positive and vibrant, and yes, maybe just a little bit kooky. ‘Make a wish, and it will happen,’ she always used to say. She was a true believer in magic.
To me, though, she’d always just been my Jeannie, who somehow made childhood wishes come true.
And somehow, she still seemed to be doing it.
On the anniversary of her passing, I’d written her a letter, telling her how much I missed her. I felt a bit foolish, but I did it anyway. And as usual, I added a line at the end, saying what I wanted for Christmas. It felt silly, but it seemed the right thing to do.
I propped the letter by the fireplace, next to the Christmas tree and went to bed, not expecting anything to happen.
Cheekily, I’d asked for a new car, to replace the ancient rust-bucket I owned. And within a month, I won a magazine competition where the prize was a brand-new hatchback.
She had answered!
Coincidence, surely? I hear you scoff.
The next year, however, I’d done the same thing. And amazingly, it happened again. In the Christmas raffle, I won a year’s membership to the local gym. Okay, what I’d actually asked for was to get fitter, but you can see where I’m going, can’t you?
Now, I hear you thinking, this could all be chance. After all, these aren’t exactly life-changing events.
So, last year I really tested the waters by asking for a new job. Something to improve my quality of life and make me smile again.
And guess what?
Yep. Fabulous new job with a bunch of really cool people who were open and genuine.
I don’t ask for much; not really. I don’t need a private jet. Nor do I want to be a racing driver, or a movie star.
But there was one thing I’d been thinking about since starting my new job.
I have a bit of a fantasy, you see. Something that, for someone like me, was unlikely to happen without a bit of help; some magic, maybe, from my Jeannie.
It was a bit of an impudent request, but my aunt had always been very understanding about me. She knew I was different. In fact, she had probably influenced me to a degree, and I thought she would understand.
At least I hoped so.
When I got home, I carefully wrote my letter. My hands shook as I penned the words, hardly daring to hope that this one — this one— would come true. Was I asking too much?
We would just have to see. I stood the letter by the fireplace as usual and went to bed with a fierce hope burning in my chest.
ooOoo
Christmas morning arrived with a yawn. Living alone, I had no agenda; I could please myself. After breakfast, I lit the fire and considered my meagre collection of presents.
Hmm. What to open?
Hang on…
Glancing back towards the fireplace, I realised something was different. My letter had gone! No — not so much gone, as replaced! In its stead was a card.
Tentatively, I picked it up. An invitation! On one side, an address. On the other:
Join us at midday
Within 24 hours
We will fulfill your most secret desires
Dress: Maid's uniform
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. Who were ‘We’? Maid's Uniform...?
Oh…
I took a breath. I knew what I had to do.
I checked my watch. Christ! I’d better get a move on!
ooOoo
It was noon. Stepping out of the lift onto the top floor, I walked towards the only door.
On it was written ‘24 Hours’.
Ohhhh!
This was it. Heart in mouth, I knocked, and waited.
When it opened, Kim was standing there, looking ravishing in a white muslin shirt.
I swallowed.
“Kim...?”
Putting a finger to her lips, she beckoned me inside.
Heart thumping, I slowly followed her down the hallway into a large sitting room.
Oh God!
They were all there. All my work colleagues. Katrina, the owner; Megan, her deputy; Annie and Cathy who did all the work.
And, of course, Kim, who ran the IT.
God, it was really happening! I couldn’t believe it. Christ!
Katrina smiled.
“You found us! I’m so pleased. Welcome, Jason.”
“What — what’s going on?”
“We know your secret, Jason. Kim hacked your computer. Lots of naughty stories, most of which feature — surprise — us!”
Katrina sounded delighted. I could feel myself going red, and when I looked across at Kim, she was flushing, clearly embarrassed. There was such an endearing hint of vulnerability about her.
“So, we thought we’d invite you, and see what happened.”
Her smile widened.
“And here you are! Let’s have a look at you, then?”
Nervously, I took off my coat. Underneath, as per the invitation, I was wearing a maid’s outfit, complete with stockings and heels.
“Oh my! Don’t you look delightful! Ladies, it looks like we are gonna have some fun tonight!”
When I looked up, I realised that there were also two men in the room. I wondered how I’d missed them, especially as they were completely naked.
Naked, muscular, and very well-hung, there was also something familiar about them, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“Don’t worry about Carl and Grush. They’re our ‘regular’ distractions, and they’re here to service us! You, on the other hand, are here to serve us!” she giggled.
I looked up at Katrina with trepidation. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Clearly, you’ve been a naughty boy, judging by all these stories you’ve written. So, obviously you need a good spanking, don’t you? Hmm?”
Katrina turned to Kim.
“And don’t think you’re getting away with it, young lady! I know exactly what you like! Annie! Meg! Take these two in hand!”
Kim and I exchanged looks; she smiled apologetically.
Then I looked at Annie. With her dark hair, lithe build and bare thighs she was breathtaking.
Eyes laughing, she patted her lap and beckoned.
Self-consciously, I bent over her knees. I had a gorgeous close-up of her lovely calves and thighs.
Glancing across, I could see Kim looking similarly vulnerable as she bent over Megan’s lap.
God, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt Annie run her hand over my bottom and shivered in anticipation.
Flipping my dress up, she started spanking me.
I could feel the others watching, and moaned.
“Oh, really? This excites you, does it?”
She spanked harder and, gasping, I could feel the heat quickly building up in my bottom.
Kim was getting identical treatment. Megan was determinedly spanking her with a deliberate rhythm — just as Annie was doing to me. Naughtily, Kim pushed her bottom up to meet Megan’s hand.
“I think they’re enjoying this far too much!”
My breathing accelerated as I saw Megan slide two fingers between Kim’s legs, pushing them into her exposed pussy. She started pumping in and out of Kim’s cunt. Kim was emitting breathy pants and I could see her pushing back against Megan’s fingers, impaling herself…
God, I was getting horny!
“Enough!” said Katrina suddenly. “Let them entertain us!”
Abruptly, we were shoved together on the floor. For a moment, we looked at each other, breathless, uncertain. She still had that vulnerable look in her lovely, huge eyes.
I knew what I wanted to do.
There were cries of encouragement as I pushed my face between Kim’s legs. She was no longer wearing panties and I could smell her sex. The proximity of her damp pussy elevated my already thumping heart rate. The spanking had aroused her, and she was moaning as I pushed my nose against her hairy cunt and thought of the treasures within.
I began exploring with my tongue, licking between her wet folds, circling, kissing, relishing the intimacy with this shy, delicious creature, even with an audience. I slid my tongue up and down her slit until I found the entrance to her horny chalice, and dived inside as her sticky walls closed around me.
Her grip tightened on my hair, her breathing intensifying into short, gasping moans. I could sense her orgasm approaching.
“Stop!” Katrina’s voice echoed. “She’s not to cum. Not yet!”
Breathless and disappointed, Kim rolled to one side.
When I looked up, Cathy was standing there. Oh Lord! What an absolute delight. More voluptuous than the others, she had a fabulously sexy arse. Now she was looking down at me with a devious grin.
“You’re enjoying yourself far too much, Jase — I’m going to sit on your face and show you what it’s like between the cheeks of a real woman. Lie down!”
Hurriedly, I complied. My reluctance at leaving Kim’s tasty snatch gave way to the promise of new delights.
Cathy squatted over me, facing my feet, her mini-skirt riding up and showing me that she, too, was pantie-less.
She smothered me with her hot, steamy entrance. Her rosy petals sank over my nose. I could smell her spicy, ripe flavour, subtly different to Kim. My tongue dipped into her gooey snatch, her sticky labia engulfing my face, overwhelming me with her heat.
Talking dirty, she began sliding back and forth, her cunt squelching up and down as she rode my face.
Sitting upright, she giggled, taking her sodden pussy away. Instead, she presented her ample bottom. Her luscious cheeks flanked my nose, and her butt was within an inch of my mouth.
I had always wondered what it would be like. Now the moment was here; Cathy’s sexy arse hovering seductively.
I took a tentative lick at her tart, puckered opening. Instantly, I could feel my lust taking over. The texture and taste, the intimacy and sheer naughtiness driving me wild. I started licking more assertively around her hole, pushing my tongue against her, trying to get inside. I could feel my tongue slowly penetrate, sliding through her ring.
Cathy inhaled sharply. I had my tongue firmly in her arse now, and I wiggled experimentally. I grabbed her hips and pulled down as I started to thrust my tongue in and out.
Cathy squealed. She leaned round and grabbed my head, pulling me deeper as she settled her weight. Her buttocks now enveloped my face completely. She was rubbing herself with her other hand, masturbating furiously, as I tongue-fucked her hole.
Then she was coming; bucking and thrashing as her orgasm hit. I held onto her hips, continuing to work her with my tongue.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me with your tongue, you filthy slut!”
She flooded my face with cunt juice, squirting over my chin and down my chest as I lapped greedily.
As her orgasm finally subsided, she twisted round and looked at me, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Bad boy!” she purred, a cat who had definitely got the cream! “Don’t look so pleased with yourself!”
ooOoo
Events had moved on elsewhere. Megan was now bent over the arm of a sofa; her skirt hiked up, displaying her flawless, stocking-clad legs whilst Grush thrust his cock into her arse.
Opposite, Carl had his monstrous cock embedded in Kim, missionary style, pounding her quim whilst she gave little squeals.
Cathy reappeared, a face-dildo in her hand. She plunged the end destined for my mouth in her quim, coating it in her juices before fitting it to me. When she’d finished, a huge phallus protruded lewdly from my lips.
Annie sat back in an armchair and opened her legs, displaying her naughty cunt. Cathy guided me forward until the dildo was poised at the entrance to Annie’s hairy little box.
As I pushed forward, the end started to slurp its way in, her vulva and pussy walls expanding around the invading cock as it pushed inside her. Soon, my lips met hers in a sticky, intimate kiss. My nose rested against her clit; fingers — Cathy’s, I think — appeared and started teasing Annie’s excited little bud. Hands encouraged my head to start pumping. The fingers moved more urgently, and I could hear schlep, schlep noises as I thrust in and out. Cathy was stroking her own sweet spot with her other hand.
Annie started to cry out as Cathy’s squelching fingers brought her to a climax. Her legs shook and she started wailing. Then, suddenly, urine started to spurt from her pussy. The hot amber liquid gushed over Cathy’s hand, onto my face and down my chest.
I heard Katrina laugh as Annie’s golden nectar soaked me.
“Naughty girl! She just can’t help herself!”
Annie finally pulled herself from my face, the dildo extracting itself noisily from her sopping cunt. Cathy undid the straps, freeing me.
ooOoo
Still gasping and saturated in bodily fluids, Cathy pulled me over to Megan, whose tryst with Grush was approaching its climax. Meg was screaming ecstatically as Grush finally came, pumping hot spunk deep inside her back passage.
As Grush withdrew, Cathy thrust my face between Meg’s butt cheeks.
“Clean her up, Jason! I want to see you hoover up every last drop of his hot jizz!”
I gripped Meg’s thighs, her black stay-ups accentuating her marvellous derrière. Her crack was slippery with the viscous, white salty cum leaking from her arsehole. Still reeling, I slurped the gooey mess oozing from her sexy bottom, my senses of taste and smell on overload.
I felt a hand on my shoulder; Annie pulled my face around and locked her lips on mine in a messy kiss. Her tongue probed, greedily seeking the cream coating the inside of my mouth.
Another hand; this time it was Kim. Sweet Kim had her hand wrapped around Carl’s enormous cock, still glistening with juices from her hot snatch.
“Suck it!” whispered Annie. “Suck that big, black cock, Jason!”
Carl grinned wickedly as he looked down at me, his cock only inches from my face. I could smell the heady mix of his manliness, mixed with second-hand pussy juice.
Another first, I thought, as I slipped my mouth over his velvet head. With one hand, I cupped his balls, and with the other I stroked his shaft. I slid a little more of him into my mouth, my lips moving up and down, trying to see how much I could take.
I couldn’t get over how depraved I was feeling. I was being a total slut — and I was loving it!
I moved down to lick his balls, tasting sweat, and a male tanginess that made my own cock throb. I worked my tongue further down to his perineum. His masculine scent was stronger here, more alluring.
Carl gasped, then pulled me back up. Taking the hint, I parted my lips and he pushed back into my mouth. He slowly started to pump in and out of my willing orifice; I slurped and gagged as he started fucking my face with increasing enthusiasm.
God, I was in heaven! I had a huge piece of black meat ramming down my throat, showing everyone what a true whore I really was!
Someone slapped my buttocks. Grush was behind me! All of a sudden, I felt a coolness being applied to my hole, and a finger working its way inside me.
I was going to get fucked!
Something large pushed against my ring, stretching me, struggling as it sought a way into my virgin bottom.
My breathing intensified and I tried to relax. I felt the head of Grush’s bulbous cock finally slip inside, his length filling me.
Then he was fucking me hard, thrusting his thick meat into my welcoming hole, his thighs noisily slapping my bum.
I was being spit-roasted, horny cocks pumping into me at each end!
I cried out as they both came, spurting deep into me.
Oh God…
ooOoo
How long had passed? I felt like a used dishrag, spunk dribbling down my legs. God knows how much I’d swallowed! Carl and Grush were tireless, with relentless stamina!
“Step forward!”
It was Katrina’s turn. She was so sensual; like a wild feline Goddess. She was the Matriarch who, so far, had mostly watched, controlling events.
Now, she slipped off a shoe and began to stroke the inside of my thigh with her stockinged toes. They inched their way up until they reached my cock, throbbing painfully with anticipation.
I had not yet been allowed to cum.
I looked into her knowing eyes as she smiled seductively at me. I was completely in her thrall.
“Kiss my feet, slave.”
I could feel the others watching as I began worshipping her beautiful feet and legs, slowly working my way up.
“Yes, that’s it! Kiss my panties —right there!”
I licked at the damp material for a few moments before she pulled it to one side, exposing her shaven lips.
I was her pussy slave, giving her the pleasure she demanded of me, until she came with little gasps, pulling on my head to keep me in place.
“You know that I own you now, don’t you, slut? You belong to me!”
She smiled.
“It’s time for your reward.”
The room became quiet as Katrina’s toes gripped and sandwiched my member. I groaned as her feet slid up and down, massaging me.
All my pent-up frustration came to a head and, abruptly, my balls convulsed, my prick exploded and I shot ropes and ropes of cum over Katrina’s legs and feet, emptying myself in a heaving, shaking mess, crying out with the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
Surprising me, Katrina then leaned down and tenderly kissed my lips. She whispered in my ear:
“You like being treated like this, don’t you, Jason?”
Eyes wide, I nodded.
“I think it’s time I introduced you to my strap-on.”
ooOoo
I’d never been so used and abused in my entire life! Dressed like a tart, stockings torn and dress soaked in pee and cum; over the next few hours I was spanked and fucked by every one of them.
And I felt a sense of fulfilment, bliss, and heaven that I’d never come close to feeling before. All my dreams — even those I didn’t know about — had come true, here, in this apartment, this ‘24 hours’ of sexual debauchery that met my every need!
“Jason?”
“Yes, Katrina?”
“Before you go, remember, some doors, once opened, cannot be closed again.”
I looked at them all with a sense of belonging; I felt freer than I’d ever been in my life.
ooOoo
Taking a deep breath, I stepped nervously through the door.
“Morning Kim.”
She looked up from her desk.
“Oh wow!” she breathed. “Jason — is that you?”
I smiled. I’d gone the whole hog this time. Make-up, wig — everything. I thought I really looked the part.
“Yes,” I said, proudly.
“Wow! What a surprise!”
“Surprise? What — what do you mean?”
“Well — I had no idea!”
“But — Christmas Day!”
“What about it?”
“Well, you know — ’24 hours!’” I laughed, sounding maniacal, even to myself.
Kim shook her head slowly in puzzlement. “I’m sorry Jason, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She eyed me speculatively. “So… Is this the real you, then? Wow, Jason, I never would have guessed.”
My insides shrivelled. Christ — what about everything that had happened on Christmas day?
“You do look gorgeous though!” she giggled. “Kat?” she called, “I’ve got someone out here to see you!”
I was mortified. I wanted — needed— to disappear!
“Oh my. Jason, you are full of surprises!”
I was close to panicking. Had I imagined it all? Had any of it been real?
I thought.
“Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed…”
Oh. Had that been my real wish then? To open the door? To be who I really was? This wasn’t just about twenty-four hours, was it? This was for life!
I started to calm down. Maybe they would accept me for who I was. Maybe it was going to be all right after all!
Thank you, Jeannie!
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IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
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Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Four: Richard picked me up in his Lexus at the steps of the beauty salon. It was another wonderful experience. All the operators knew him and about me. I now had acrylic nails in a French style that were ? inch from the tips of my dainty fingers. I also had electrolysis and laser hair removal sessions as well. The girls treated me with a lot of fussing and tenderness and made me feel so welcomed there. I was already looking forward to my next...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
My parents hired a women that used to watch us when we needed a babysitter to help them with their portion of the party, her name was Julie. Julie was also hired to make sure my sister and I were not interfering with the party. This way my parents could go around to the other houses and not have to worry about us or the party setup at our house. The goal of hiring Julie was that she had everything setup and had us upstairs and in our room by the time the party showed up at our house, which was...
Barb checked her watch again. She was where she was supposed to be, although she had arrived ten minutes early. For the umpteenth time, she wondered how she lost the bet that put her in this position. She didn't regret making the bet, but she still couldn't believe she had lost. She checked her watch again. In two minutes, it would be noon. If she truly went along with the terms of the bet, in two minutes she would become his plaything. In two minutes, she would have to do as he commanded for...
SeductionThe rest of my Saturday was spent in relaxation and camaraderie. The size of the site, roughly twenty-five partially-wooded acres, gave me the feeling that we were the only ones around for miles. Every now and then some other members of the group would make an appearance, but we were mostly left to our own devices.Most of our day was spent lounging in the sun. It was a perfectly mild summer day; not too hot and hardly a cloud in the sky. We lounged on blankets and furs beneath the sun,...
Group SexMen are so funny. All that macho and bravado and arrogance, it’s a wonder they can accomplish anything. I don’t know why they can never admit when they are wrong. If Jesse hadn’t been so intent on proving his manhood, he would have never even dared to challenge me on my knowledge of Stevie Wonder. Come on now, e’rybody with breath in their lungs should acknowledge that I am the Queen of all Stevie knowledge and I keep a running catalog in my head of albums, songs, lyrics, release dates and...
After months of reaching new heights of sexual adventure and new lows of emotional self-destruction, I found myself once more at their event site. Luckily this trip went without event. The group’s king, Tim, was there, as well as maybe a couple dozen others. When we arrived, Glade’s pavilion was pitched, but he was nowhere to be seen. We were greeted by some people but mostly left to ourselves. This was a far cry from the pulsating hustle and bustle that I usually saw.“Let’s get ourselves...
Group SexMy youthful dreams of stalwart heroes fighting to defend me and then claiming me as their prize never once included getting my pussy licked in front of everyone or an orgy. I had also never actually thought that it would ever happen. Happen, it did and it just adds to the complexity that is the soap opera of my life.For those of you just tuning in, I’ve been involved in an off-again, on-again, complicated relationship that I seem to have been determined to destroy from the very start. It is...
Group Sex"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Her voice was unabashedly unapologetic, a sultry purr that slithered through the screen in the that separated her and Father Lucas. "It has been three weeks since my last confession, as you very well know…" Father Lucas hooked his finger into his suddenly too tight collar and tugged. The confessional, usually quite comfortable, felt suddenly too warm; he could feel the beads of sweat on his brow as the familiar voice of the she-devil kissed his ears....
SpankingAs a very young girl I watched a trilogy of Italian movies from the seventies. These were my bedtime feasting, heavy in sexual innuendo and full of beautiful curvaceous Italian women, heavy breasted and titillating, heavy breathing and full of dirty old men, firing a girls imagination, and the naughty ending under the bedclothes, something my roommates never failed to comment about. Looking back I guess these and others like the 'Story of O', and the 'Decameron' brought me into my oestrous...
A couple months had gone by since the night that Mike really laid the heavy debauchery on the lovely Aly. She is a very wonderful girl, but sometimes she can get herself into trouble, and with Mike, that was just the case. None the less, the two hit it off well and were actually quite suited for each other. Ever since the day they met, she hadn’t once been a prick tease to him. In fact, she was very good to him. Occasionally, when they stayed the night with each other – which was quite often...
Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed Chapter Six: Classroom Debauchery By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Steve Davies Linda and I headed into Rainier Christian College, the students already arriving in their uniform. Despite being in college, the school still had a uniform for its students. The guys wore their gray slacks and white shirts, their ties tucked beneath sweater vests or falling down their chests. The girls, the vast majority of...
The next morning, I walked into my new home to find my cell phone still on the charger. The mailbox was full and I had thirty-two text messages, all from Courtney. “CALL ME NOW KELLY!” he yelled on the first voicemail. I deleted all the messages. “Hey mom,” I said once she picked up. “Kelly? Where have you been? Courtney has been calling here all day.” She said. “I left him, Mom.” I said. She seemed to gasp. “What? What happened?” “He was cheating on me; he has been cheating for at...
https://vndb.org/v7747/chars#chars Key: Sentences in brackets() are thoughts. Chapter 1: Capture. Tokyo. A few years ago a mass of land appeared offshore next to the great city. None of the citizens knew what to make of it. Rumours are that this new…"island city" was funded by several powerful politicians and businessmen as a den of debauchery and crime. It was also shocking that the island declared itself independent of Japan though a long bridge led from the Tokyo mainland to...
This follows on from parts 1- 4 of Jean: Total Exhibitionist Slut The Debauchery event.Dave came home from work late afternoon, just as I was stepping out of the shower. I’d ensured that below the neck, my body was smooth, silky and completely hairless to pleasure my lovers later. My newly pierced nipples were in a permanent state of erection and tingling with anticipation, at the lavish attention they would encounter later this evening. I began patting myself dry with a large towel, when Dave...
For well over two decades my wife and I have belonged to an exclusive swinger's club on the Upper East Side. Working on Wall Street during that time had exposed me to some very rich and powerful people. One such gentleman in his early fifties had met my wife and I at a swanky party one night when I was just starting out at the firm at the tender age of twenty-two. I was a handsome young man back then and my wife and former college sweetheart was gorgeous. He took an instant liking to both of...
About 4 miles from where I lived there was a small, old, public toilet, which was only frequented by men seeking sex with other men. It was well off the beaten track and was only accessible through a disused railway track. It was a haven for gay sex. It was extremely small, quite dilapidated, only one urinal and one cubicle which had a glory hole through to the urinal. There were no lights, always in the dark and it was an attraction for men looking good cock fun. I had been taken to it once...
Chapter 4The taxi dropped the four of us on the corner of Rue Marcadet, The club was in a delightful old 13th Century, two storey building that occupied the corner plot, the main the most striking feature was the circular tower topped with a conical slate tiled roof. On the right side of the tower was a recess that was covered in a burgundy covered canopy, beneath which there was a small black painted door.Lorraine and Andy exited on the right side as I got out of the right rear door; Carl...
Chapter 3The cab stopped on Avenue Junot, Carl paid off the driver and we looked at the brass plaque beside the gate, ‘Hotel Particulier’, we walked down the little cobbled passageway into the beautiful garden that opened up in front of the beautiful off white painted stone elevations of the town-house. We walked up the pink dappled marble steps to the recessed front door and pushed it open, entering the dimly lit reception room astonished by the for Paris, incongruous red tartan carpet.Having...
Our weekend of DebaucherySt Pancras 9:30amAs we entered the ticket hall at St Pancras the whole place was buzzing. We were just starting our long weekend to Paris, to be more precise to Montmarte and a visit to the Chateau des Lys, the exclusive swingers club and restaurant we’d heard so much about. It had been on our bucket list for some time, sexy, exclusive. Just what we needed after the merger of Carl’s company had gone through the Friday before. We’d been so stressed out by all of the...
Our weekend of DebaucherySt Pancras 9:30amAs we entered the ticket hall at St Pancras the whole place was buzzing. We were just starting our long weekend to Paris, to be more precise to Montmarte and a visit to the Chateau des Lys, the exclusive swingers club and restaurant we’d heard so much about. It had been on our bucket list for some time, sexy, exclusive. Just what we needed after the merger of Carl’s company had gone through the Friday before. We’d been so stressed out by all of the...
DEBAUCHERY IN ACADEMIA by Long Tall MaryThe husband and wife bore a striking resemblance to the fictional Dean Wormer of Faber College, and his wife, depicted in the movie Animal House.Dean Varth, a fictional name of course, was the president of a small liberal arts college in upstate New York. Fifty five years old he was preoccupied with the business of running the college, which included dealing with amorous male professors seeking sex from coeds, as well as an outlaw fraternity.The Dean’s...
One day, when I returned from college, my mother greeted me excitedly. She said, “We’re going to go to Dubai for three weeks next month. Remember I told you about the Sheik who regularly buys me for making videos? His son is getting married. They have guests from all over the world.” “He wants me to be available to please them and make videos with them if needed. I convinced him that I need to bring you too. At first, he didn’t agree, but when I told him more about you, he agreed because women...
IncestAfter a satisfying experience on the Emirates plane, we arrived at the Sheik’s palace. He greeted mom warmly and gave me a nice hug. He asked me, “So, you’re aware of your mother’s past and what she does? And you’re OK with that?” I replied, “Sheik, I know about her. I’ve been fucking her also for a long time. I wish you would get back to her and make love to her. She respects and loves you very much.” The Sheik was taken aback and said, “Wait, she still wants me? She’s opened her legs to every...
IncestRanjeet Patil, I’m 41 years old and have been married for 18 years. My wife Sarika is 39 with beauty to be admired. She’s 5 feet 5 inches tall, slim-figured, with 32-sized boobs. Her waist is about 28, and her bums are 34 inches. We have two kids. But as we both are professional and job-going, my parents have taken them to their place. Though my wife is 39, she looks around 30. I look older than my age. Sarika is fair and has a spotless body. She does regular exercise to keep herself...
I was tense about the maid. The next day, Sarika told me that she had settled with the maid and she won’t spill the beans. I relaxed a bit and resumed my job, which has started now. Offices were open, and Sarika and I started to go to the office. Around a month after Reddy’s visit, I came home in the evening. Sarika was in the bathroom having a bath. Her bridal dress was lying on the bed with all ornaments. I was confused a lot by this sudden event. I yelled at Sarika about it. She calmly...
December 17, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio As soon as we started kissing, Hannah started tugging at my clothes, pulling my polo shirt from my jeans. We broke the kiss and she pulled my shirt over my head and reached for my belt. Less than a minute later she had me naked. “Wow!” she gasped. “It’s huge! And you can fit it in me?” “Yes,” I replied with a grin. “If you want.” “I want!” “I think you’re wearing too many clothes!” Hannah laughed and began quickly removing her clothes — sweater,...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...