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It was difficult getting used to living on three whole floors instead of a single apartment. There was so much more to take care of! At least I had my own room again, even if it was rather cramped -- it just made sense to use the old servant's quarters because they were so conveniently located.

I hurried downstairs, my mind swirling with lists to organize and tasks to accomplish. It was obvious I needed more help; it was just too much to take on by myself. There weren't enough hours in the day! The stress was getting to me, and I wasn't sleeping well most nights.

Daddy had seemed worse, today. He'd gone into a paroxysm of masturbation at the sight of me, although I couldn't imagine why. Nothing about me had changed; I wasn't even naked.

The snow-white crinolines and lace "apron" served primarily to highlight the elaborate cutwork of my very short black lace dress, and a stiffly boned black leather bustier held everything in place and presented my breasts to their best advantage. The lace on top came barely high enough to conceal my nipples and tease them with every movement; the crinolines peeked out beneath my hem and were just long enough to keep me decent while standing, without obstructing access to anything.

I would have been just as happy to stay naked, but it amused Stacey for some reason, and that was good enough for me. The only downside was that I had to budget over an hour each morning just to get dressed. In all honesty, it probably was due more to the long black-lacquered nails adorning my fingers than the clothing; I was still getting used to them.

My bell jingled lightly in time with the click of my stilettos on the floor. Maybe Daddy didn't like the hose? I'd forgone a pattern in favor of a smoky grey that I thought Stacey would find attractive. Well, that and I'd ruined the patterned pair with an ill-considered grip.

Mom was more civil. A quick glance, a dismissive "I'm sorry, dear, but you're too old for me," and she had turned back to her Internet porn. I wanted to stay and talk, try and get her to socialize more, but I was late already.

Luckily for me, so was our applicant. I was able to greet her at the entry lobby after she'd been waiting less than a minute.

"Good morning," she chirped, clearly nervous. "I'm Irene Calzetta. I have an appointment with Ms. Richwell regarding her executive assistant position." She was thin, with breasts that looked a little large on her body, and curly hair about the same color mine had been. Her makeup was a little much for this early in the day, although I thought it was becoming and knew Stacey would like it, too. I bet myself she was wearing the only suit she owned. Somebody should have told her to remove the piercing in her eyebrow. Another college student looking to jump-start her climb to the top, I imagined.

I didn't bother explaining that I was Linnea Richwell, since it just confused them when Stacey did most of the talking. "Good morning, Irene. May I take your coat?" She accepted, like they all did. "If you'll wait here, I'll announce you."

Once in the cloakroom, it didn't take a moment to hang the coat and find a few hairs. Curling them carefully in my hand, I paced quickly down the hall to Daddy's -- no, Stacey's -- office and let myself in without knocking.

"I masturbated in the shower again, and our ten o'clock is here," I addressed Stacey, ignoring the girl who was kneeling in front of her. Miriam had appeared unexpectedly last week, apparently the result of a chance meeting. Both of them were naked and the room smelled of desire; Stacey wriggled contentedly as the girl's tongue stud stroked her clit, but eyed me with a trace of annoyance.

I missed being in that position, but I knew that Stacey still loved me, and it was important for me to have time to do all the other things nobody else could. It just made sense for me to take care of Daddy and Mommy, and handle the deliveries, and do the cleaning and laundry, and make our meals.

Stacey was such a trooper to help out with the... My thoughts hit a rough patch. Well, she helped out a lot, and was making an effort to master management of our finances, although she seemed to be fixated more on the balance of the money market account and the credit limits on our cards than rate of return or expected cash flows from our portfolio.

"Oh, Linnea," sighed Stacey, "what am I going to do with you? Why can't you be a good girl, like Miriam?" She sighed again, this time with pleasure, at Miriam's continued attentions.

"I can't help myself," I said remorsefully. "I miss you." She'd tried over and over to help me, but nothing seemed to do the trick. The decorative bell hanging from the ring behind my clit had been effective in the old apartment, but my parents' place was just too big. The reflexive jets of piss when I disobeyed or disappointed her had worked for a while, but I'd grown accustomed to them.

Once again, I'd found myself standing in the shower, doing myself and cumming like a total slut. The urine and warm water had run down my bare legs unnoticed while I energetically fingered my tits and ass and felt a yearning for something I couldn't quantify. I thought -- hoped -- it was Stacey.

That brought me back to the problem of finding some additional helping hands so we'd have more time for each other. I knew Stacey was pleased with Miriam, but there were aspects of life that couldn't be solved with a tongue stud, and we couldn't just wait around, hoping we'd run into somebody suitable.

Stacey had sounded dismissive but agreeable when I'd suggested a job posting. With the economy the way it was, we'd been deluged with applications. Naturally I'd had to read them all myself.

She apparently chose to accept my not-quite-apology -- or Miriam was distracting her. "What -- aaaaah -- do you think about this one?" Stacey asked.

"She seems like a good prospect," I offered, belatedly handing over the hairs. "I think she might clean up quite nicely." I hadn't had time to re-read it and couldn't remember the details of Irene's resume, but nobody made it to an interview if they were an idiot or unsuitable. The point of the interview was to do the weeding that we couldn't do otherwise -- no unattractive women, no men, and no high-profile candidates.

It was all very sexist and politically incorrect, and illegal to boot. I'd tried to speak up once early on, in defense of a rather homely girl, but arguments with Stacey always ended with me peeing myself and capitulating. Besides, as she'd lost no time in pointing out, it was exactly what the men did when they thought they could get away with it. I'd had to settle for hoping one of these attractive young girls had a brain in her head. Unlike Miriam.

Stacey pushed Miriam away for a moment so she could swab the curled hairs in her sex and then deposit them in the large candle burning on the desktop. I never tired of watching the process that had brought me to my true love.

Miriam returned to her oral worship. "Show her in, then," Stacey ordered.

I nodded and made my way back to the waiting room. "Ms. Richwell will see you now," I announced to Irene upon my entrance.

She jumped to her feet, a bundle of nerves, and I watched her eyes widen as she really saw me for the first time. "Does everybody dress like that, Ms...?"

I realized I'd forgotten to introduce myself, and the poor girl looked confused enough already. I remembered my first interview; I'd been a wreck too. "Miss Lily," I said, thinking of my bell. "And the dress code is quite casual."

Irene's mouth opened, but no words emerged.

"Can I get you anything, Irene?" She closed her mouth and shook her head. "Well then, if you'll follow me?" I jingled down the hall, the muted sounds of Irene's boots a pleasing counterpoint, and watched her out of the corner of my eye.

We'd just arrived at the office door when she reached out to touch my arm, pulling back her hand afterwards as if I'd been a live wire. "Please, Lily, can you tell me anything that will help me with this interview?"

I turned to face her and raised an eyebrow in wordless inquiry.

"I mean, I don't want you to do anything wrong! But the Richwell Trust is rather diversified, and Ms. Richwell also is caring for her parents. The posting didn't say much more concrete than 'assistant'. Should I focus mostly on the business side of things, or the personal?"

"An excellent question," I responded, meaning it. "You should ask Ms. Richwell, but for myself, I would emphasize the personal aspects -- after all, we're people first, aren't we?"

"Thanks, Lily!" she told me, sounding sincere. "Pull yourself together Irene; you need this," she whispered to herself, and then squared her shoulders.

I pretended not to hear her, and led her into the smoky office. "Ms. Richwell, this is Irene Calzetta. Miss Calzetta, Linnea Richwell. Is there anything I can get either of you?"

Stacey looked up from her overstuffed loveseat. Miriam was engaged in applying lotion to Stacey's thighs, a process that seemed to involve equal amounts of licking and massaging. "Thank you, --"

"Lily," I interjected, winking at her.

"Lily," continued Stacey, wearing a sly smile. "Can you help Irene with her coat?"

The girl started in surprise. "I'm sorry; I forgot I still had it on," she apologized, rapidly unfastening the buttons on her blouse. I accepted the blouse and suit jacket from her, and put them on hangers so they'd stay neat.

Now clad only in a pair of those ubiquitous stretchy low-rise slacks and her Victoria's Secret bra, Irene settled into the guest chair facing Stacey. Miriam, having taken a good look at our guest, turned back to her work.

Stacey wriggled upright enough that she didn't have to crane her head to watch Irene. "Well, Irene, tell me about yourself."

"Certainly, Ms. Richwell."

"Oh please, call me Linnea," Stacey smiled, and I stifled a giggle at the joke.

"If you insist -- Linnea," the girl acquiesced. "Well, I have my Bachelor's in psychology, and I've started on my Master's degree. I have a minor in Business Administration, and I was an intern at Koslov and Associates the last two summers. I think my experience and education would make me an excellent choice for your executive assistant."

"Very impressive," Stacey commented, looking at me.

"Why?" I mouthed silently over Irene's shoulder.

"Why?" Stacey parroted, looking blank.

"Excuse me?" asked a confused Irene.

My bell jingled softly as I repressed the urge to stamp my foot in frustration.

"I think Lily has a few questions," Stacey prompted. I sensed she was losing interest in the process, because she pulled Miriam's hands up to her breasts and sighed as the intimate massage resumed.

Irene looked around like she'd forgotten I existed, and I walked over to stand beside the sofa in front of her.

"I believe what Linnea meant to ask was, 'why are you not concentrating full-time on your studies?'"

The young blonde sighed. "I wish; it's just too expensive. It isn't worth being in student loan debt for the rest of my life." She smiled hopefully. "Ideally, I can find a job with flexible hours that will allow me to pursue my studies at the same time."

I nodded sympathetically. "Doesn't Koslov have an education reimbursement program?"

"Only for full-time employees. I wasn't making enough as an intern to pay for it myself, and they aren't hiring until business picks up."

"Couldn't you fuck somebody for it?" Stacey asked bluntly.

"What?" gasped Irene, looking scandalized. She blinked rapidly, and for a moment it appeared she was looking at Miriam.

"Sta -- I mean, oh shit!" I yelped. I caught myself too late; trickles of golden warmth marred the insides of my thighs. Wonderful, I thought; now none of us looked very professional. At least I had diverted Irene's attention away from Stacey. "And what did you do at Koslov?"

Irene hesitated for a moment and deflated. "Busywork, mostly. Oh, I could give you a song and dance about corporate synergy and leveraging human capital, but anybody with basic English literacy could have done it. I learned a lot about how a business actually operates, though."

It all sounded regrettably familiar to me. "And you have a psychology degree? Is that where you're doing your graduate work?"

"Yes, it is," Irene confirmed. Ducking her head, she added, "My concentration is in Human Sexuality."

I looked at her more closely.

Stacey pushed Miriam away from her and sat up, obviously curious. "Really?" Stacey asked. "What made you interested in that? And why don't you undress while you tell us?"

"Well," Irene temporized while she unfastened her bra, "it's just something I've always been interested in." Her breasts were large enough that they sagged slightly without support, looking out of place on her slight frame.

"Are those tits real?" asked Stacey, evidently following my train of thought, if not my sense of decorum.

"Of course," replied Irene, who this time looked only vaguely affronted -- mostly, I thought, by the insinuation. "I think I got them from my mother's side of the family." She leaned forward to pull off her short boots, giving us a view of how her tits hung from her chest, and then stood up to unzip her slacks.

"Anyway, sex seems like such a basic part of the human psyche, I felt it was worth making the effort to understand more about it." The coed shimmied the slacks down her legs and stepped out of them. "To try and learn what makes us tick, so to speak."

Belatedly I realized she was waiting for me and collected her garments. All that remained was a lace thong matching her bra. She had a cute little butt, I thought, inspecting her while I hung up the slacks.

Stacey leaned forward. "And what makes you tick, Irene? What untold secrets do you have inside of you?"

Irene hesitated, which was impressive in its own way. Stacey was such a smooth operator that most people didn't even realize she was stretching their boundaries. "I'm into anal," she confided in a barely-audible whisper.

I flashed on a memory of all my times with Michael, and how much I'd come to enjoy feeling him sodomize me. I watched Irene pull on her thong, sawing the fabric between her folds before pushing it down her legs, and wished I had an excuse to touch myself. The unworthy thought caused me to leak another small squirt of urine.

"That's it? You're just into anal?" Stacey asked intently. Luckily for me, she was so focused on the girl that she hadn't noticed what I'd done; I'd have to bring it to her attention later, but not in the middle of an interview.

"I mean really into anal." Irene sank back into her chair and pulled up her knees against her breasts, rocking slightly from side to side. "More than anybody else I know, and I've talked to a lot of people. I look at people's butts all the time; the sight of a thong sliding into somebody's crack gets me creaming. Nothing makes me hot like the feel of something stretching out my asshole." Her voice grew slightly louder, a byproduct of her obvious enthusiasm. "There's something so dirty, so nasty about it, it always gets me off."

I was getting hot just listening to her, and I noticed her nipples were erect.

Irene wasn't finished sharing. "I think there's something wrong with me. I've tried lots of things and lots of ways, but I can't orgasm unless somebody else -- a cock, tongue, or finger -- is penetrating my ass. I'm a freak."

A wave of sympathy suffused me, but Stacey stifled a laugh. "Have you ever met a black guy named Nathan?" She quickly composed her expression. "Never mind; you wouldn't remember."

Stacey abruptly stood up. "I think you'd be a fine match for us, Irene. The job is yours, if you want it."

Irene leaped to her feet, hands clasped in joy. "Yes!" she shouted, and then more sedately, "Oh, yes, I accept! Thank you so much, Linnea -- you won't regret it!"

I was a little nonplussed by the decision. It wasn't that I wouldn't have hired Irene, but that Stacey hadn't asked me before doing it. We were supposed to be helping each other out, but she was acting like she was in charge! First this Miriam girl out of nowhere, and now Irene before we'd done even half of the interviews I'd scheduled!

My gaze settled on Miriam, who remained curled on the floor; she was fingering herself languidly, her face still shining with Stacey's dew. She seemed to think I was running a bed and breakfast, and now it appeared I had somebody new to break in, too. I felt like things were getting worse instead of better.

God knew I loved her before all else, but I was going to have to have a heart-to-heart with Stacey before this got even more out of hand. She was a great lover, and a great hair stylist, but she didn't know crap about running a business. How many more freeloaders would we end up with?

"Just one formality to take care of," Stacey continued. "A quick drug test to make sure you're clean -- you are, aren't you?"

Irene nodded earnestly. "Sure. Where do I go?"

Stacey walked over to her. "Right here!" She plucked a strand of hair from the surprised girl's head and examined it in the dim light. "Now, Irene, you'll be working very closely with Lily." I jumped as she yanked a hair from me, too. "Very closely. She's a critical part of my team, and the workload really has gotten to the point where she can't handle it by herself."

I began to sense where Stacey was headed, and watched with rising anticipation as she spun our hairs together into a single strand and wound it about her finger.

"I'm sure I'll enjoy working with Lily," Irene told us, still beaming.

Stacey smiled knowingly. "I'm sure you will. Did I mention she really likes anal, too? She's not supposed to touch herself, but I don't have time to supervise her as much as I should; that will be one of your responsibilities. Lily will show you to your new office and take care of any other needs you might have."

The beginnings of a frown appeared on my face. It sounded like Stacey thought I was going to be Irene's assistant, instead of the other way around. That seemed... not right?

"She's very talented with her tongue, by the way," Stacey commented as she moistened the coil in her sex. She deposited it carefully atop the flame flickering on the large desktop candle, and I blinked back a brief wave of dizziness.

She handed the candle to Irene. "This is for your desk. That's all, then. Go settle in!" Wearing as wide a smile as I'd seen in some time, she returned to the sofa and pulled Miriam's face roughly into her crotch.

A little nonplussed for some reason, I collected Irene's clothing and led her out of the office and down the hall, mostly on autopilot.

"Oh my God, Lily, that went so much better than I expected!" Irene erupted once the door was closed behind us. "I just wanted a job, any job. I'm, like, Linnea Richwell's executive frikkin' assistant, can you believe it? I even have somebody working for me!"

There was a pause, and I could feel Irene's eyes on me. "What are you, anyway, Lily? My secretary or something? You dress like a maid in some guy's wet dream."

My mouth worked several times, but the reflexive answers stuck in my throat. "I'm not a maid; I'm a slut," I finally replied. "Everybody says so." I felt hazy on the details, but I knew it was true.

We pulled up in front of Da--Mr. Richwell's library. It had been converted into an office for... My thoughts petered out again. Linnea had the old office, and nobody else needed one -- of course, this was for Irene. "This is yours," I told her, leading her in.

Irene put the candle on the desk and looked around while I tried to decide what to do with her clothing. I'd have to check with -- Linnea -- to find out if she should have a bedroom. Finally I settled for draping the clothes over a chair; the blouse went slithering to the floor and I bent to retrieve it.

"You look cold," Irene told me.

I realized she'd been looking at my butt, exposed beneath the crinolines and dress. The thought made me wet. Well, wetter, anyway. "You should talk," I teased back, hoping I'd read the humor in her voice correctly.

She ran her hands quickly down her body and looked a little concerned. "I do feel a little underdressed," she admitted. "I hate to ask, but do you have some mascara and eyeliner I could borrow?"

"Sure," I said, feeling breathless. I felt good being able to help out, and she'd look even hotter with a little more definition around her eyes. "Do you want me to just bring them here?"

"How about I just come with you?" Irene decided. "I'd like to see a little more, and I want to know where to find you."

I gave her the nickel tour; actually, it was the Richwell place, so it was more like the $5000 tour. Irene asked a lot of questions, but she always seemed to be looking at my ass; I put an extra sway into my step and put a lot more English into opening the doors than was needed.

"This is Mr. Richwell's suite," I told Irene, before opening one of the double doors. "It's very important he remain restrained at all times." I led her in. "Good morning, Mr. Richwell. I wanted to introduce Irene Calzetta; she's Linnea's new executive assistant. Irene, this is Mr. Richwell."

"Goddamn it, Linnea!" he raved. "What crap is this? How dare you profane my house with another of your sluttish, gold-digging 'friends'?" His hand strained for his beet-red erection, but was brought up short by the Velcro wristband.

"Oh, Daddy," I sighed without thinking. A sudden hard spank on my ass made me jump.

"Lily!" Irene looked appalled. "Show Mr. Richwell some respect!" She looked apologetically at the man in the bed. "I'm very sorry for Lily's behavior, sir. We won't disturb you any longer."

A firm hand steered me back out the door, but not before I saw Mr. Richwell's cock squirt onto his stomach. "I'm sorry, Irene," I said. "I wasn't thinking -- I don't know why I said that."

"It's okay," she replied. "He probably won't remember us in 5 minutes, anyway. But don't let yourself forget who he is or why he deserves our respect. None of this would be here if not for him."

"You're right," I admitted, feeling chastised. I tried to imagine what running everything single-handed would have been like, but failed. "Can you imagine?" I asked sheepishly. "It's taken three of us to replace him."

"Don't get too full of yourself, Lily," Irene admonished me, but she was smiling. "I'm sure the Richwells had maids before you."

"Sluts," I corrected her automatically. I tried to feel affronted, but couldn't really argue the point. I settled for heading more directly for my room.

"You live here?" Irene asked, sounding surprised. She looked at the bed and small desk, which was covered with papers. Clothing overflowed the small closet and dresser, and it would have been worse without the laundry downstairs.

"Of course," I replied, trying to straighten a few things. I hadn't expected a visitor. "You could ask Linnea for a room, too, if you wanted one."

Irene was picking up resumes, portfolio reports, and medical bills. "That might be nice," she said absently. "Is the rent much?"

I was embarrassed to say, "I don't know. I guess it's included." I couldn't even remember the number on my last paycheck.

"Oh, you poor girl," Irene laughed, not unkindly. "No wonder Linnea was so desperate for help! Running something this size isn't something you learn in consumer math. You almost had me fooled in the interview, but Linnea thought up those questions you asked, didn't she?"

"I -- yes," I admitted. She must have.

"Well, just run all these down to my office when you get a chance and I'll start sorting them out. I'll make sure there's nothing too embarrassing before discussing them with Linnea."

I'd somehow thought of myself as important and indispensable, but Irene's absent questioning had pierced my bubble of self-delusion. It was right that I was only Irene's assistant; I was lucky Linnea hadn't decided just to fire me! I choked back a sob as I wet myself.

"Lily! Did you just pee on the floor?!"

Blushing and looking at the floor, I nodded. Was it possible for me to screw up even more?

"God, you're a kinky slut," she commented. Her voice didn't hold the condemnation I'd expected. "Well, tell me where you keep your cosmetics and then go clean up."

I realized her good opinion was critical if I didn't want to lose my job. "In the top drawer of the dresser," I said, and then knelt to start licking. There really wasn't that much there.

Irene's brows rose, but she didn't comment. After watching a moment, she turned away and moved to the dresser. "What is this?" she asked me after rummaging inside. She held up a large black dildo. "Not mascara, I think," she smirked.

"It's not mine," I protested without thinking. "It belonged to a friend. Linnea" -- I stumbled on the name -- "doesn't let me masturbate."

"So I recall," Irene said, examining it closely. She sniffed, and then tasted the tip of it. "She said you liked your ass filled, too, didn't she?"

I think the heat in the room went up about ten degrees in half as many seconds. It was impossible to miss the signs of Irene's arousal; her nipples stood out and her lips glistened. I was just as excited.

"You've had this in your ass, haven't you, Lily?" she said, approaching me with feigned casualness.

"Maybe," I whispered. I honestly couldn't remember. Did I know a Michael?

Irene laughed again, misunderstanding me. "You don't have to lie to me. As long as I'm holding it, it isn't masturbation, is it?"

I felt the tip of it trace a path along my bun to the crack of my ass, and arched my back, extending my butt as high as I could. "Please," I gasped, on fire. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cum, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

She probed further, teasing my anus but holding the dildo so loosely I couldn't push it into my needy back door. "Your ass is so hot," Irene sighed breathlessly. A hand flipped up the hem of my dress, completely exposing me, and Irene landed a few lazy lashes with the length of the dildo, making my bell jingle and my pussy drip.

For my part, I moaned and closed my eyes, straining to offer myself to her more fully.

Her hand caressed my sensitized skin, and then dipped between my legs to probe briefly within my swollen folds. The fingers slowly retreated, tracing cool trails on my heated flesh. I dry-humped the air, helpless to control myself.

"Needy little Lily-slut," Irene teased. "Your sweet rosebud is just aching to suck this bad boy in, isn't it?" The dildo was back, pushing ever so slowly into me, but her hand was there to keep me from thrusting myself onto it.

I rested my head on the floor and panted. It wasn't just the physical stimulation, although that was damn good -- Irene clearly knew her way around an ass. It was her running commentary and the manner in which she simultaneously admired and teased my burning body.

She twisted the intruder within me, angling it from side to side, filling and stretching me deliciously. "What a greedy hole you have, Lily," Irene husked. I could smell her arousal beside me. "You look so perfect; you were made to take cocks, to swallow them in your hot ass. Big cocks, forcing themselves into your tight butt. Oh God, it's so much better than your pussy, thrusting in your ass, your dirty ass, fucking your ass!"

Irene's hand was trembling violently, which only made her reaming feel even better. I would have fallen over, but the only thing not on the floor was my skewered rear end. Creaming and gasping for air, I teetered on the edge of a gigantic orgasm.

"Jenny," thought my traitor mind, and I lost it completely.

Feeling me go, Irene stepped up her assault and began pistoning the dildo fiercely into me, so aggressively I thought her fist might leave bruises on the bottom of each stroke. She was panting raggedly and mumbling, but the only word I could make out was "ass" -- which she used repeatedly.

I could have wallowed that way for much longer, but Irene unexpectedly released her grip and I did fall over, with the dildo still buried inside my rectum. I looked up at her and saw she was crazy turned-on.

Her naked body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration; her face was flushed and the color extended well down to her breasts. The nipples capping them extended rigidly and she was so wet between her legs an onlooker would have been forgiven for thinking she, not I, had peed herself.

Those oversized globes mesmerized me, but Irene had other ideas. "I need you, Lily," she panted. "God, how I need you." She pushed urgently at me until I rolled the rest of the way onto my back, and then swung a leg over so she was crouched atop me.

"Rim me," she ordered. "Work that slut tongue up my ass. Hurry!"

I remembered what she'd shared. I wasn't supposed to masturbate; she couldn't. Well, not and get off on it, anyway. Of course I would have helped, even if my continued employment hadn't depended on brown-nosing my boss. The thought prompted a giggle I couldn't stifle.

"Lily!" Irene impatiently hissed, and ground herself against my face.

She was such an easy lay. I'd barely gotten the tip of my tongue into her before she exploded like a bomb. "Don't stop!" she screamed, loud enough I could have heard her from down the hall.

I started sawing my tongue in and out of her pulsing back door, to Irene's evident delight. In a way, it really was the same as eating out -- Linnea -- and I'd been able to do that for hours. I wasn't getting as much out of it as she was, but doing such a good job of servicing her was turning me on again.

Greatly daring, I surreptitiously reached for my throbbing clit. I was disappointed, but not surprised, when Irene redirected it and pinned my hand beneath her leg. That just intensified my delight when she began to caress the rings around my clit. I bucked underneath Irene and started sucking and blowing, repaying her attentions.



When Irene finally stood up, I figured the honors had been about even. "We'll be doing more of that," she told me with a big smile of approval. "I can see you'll be an excellent assistant, Lily."

"Thank you, Irene," I responded while climbing to my feet. "I think I'm going to love working under you, too." I winked and she laughed. She just seemed less tightly wound than Linnea.

"Oh, no!" she scolded when I started to remove the dildo from my butt. "Leave that alone; here." Irene pulled me in front of the full-length mirror on the wall and brushed at my dress until it was straightened, and then pulled gingerly on the black cock until it was about half out and the end protruded slightly from my crinolines. "That'll do, for now. Your ass looks so good with something in it."

"Okay," I said, wondering how long she'd expect me to keep it in. Oh well; she was the boss. "Anything else?"

"Well, no masturbating, of course. And perhaps you should ask Linnea about a room for me, and access to the expense account. We'll need a few changes." She stopped me before I could take the first step. "No, on second thought, I'll speak to her myself after I get fixed up. Have lunch ready in my office at noon -- something light; maybe a half sandwich and some vegetable soup."

Luckily she hadn't asked for anything weird. I answered, "Sure," sounding upbeat and positive. "For two?" Irene nodded and turned back to the cosmetics; I started for the kitchen in a good mood. It was early still, but I thought I was going to enjoy being Irene's assistant; I'd have to thank Linnea the next time I saw her.

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Do you want me to be slutty for you? I think you do, and when I think about it I lose breaths that normally I take for granted. We’ve never touched before and as I look at your hands I wonder how they will feel on me, I wonder about the little things, the electricity between the tips of your fingers and the skin on my neck, how warm your hands will be on my breasts. I wonder about the other slightly larger things too, such as when your hands are on my breasts and I put my hands over yours and...

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Double OKing Worship

Tonight I sucked his soul out so fast he didnt see it leaving. My order was to put it in the back of my throat. Sometimes he comes but it takes a bit. Sometimes he doesn't and we finish other ways. Today I got him there quick. I had my tongue going, sucking good, licking the tip and also my hand stroking. My other hand was cradling/fondling his balls. Every so often I'd change rhythm to go deep or to pop off and suck a ball. Hands, tongue, balls, sucking fast. This was one of those drain you...

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Eves Choice

“Your place or mine?” Adam’s confident smile danced on his lips, one arched eyebrow enquiringly higher than the other. Eve thought the tall, blond, blue-eyed Adam was heaven-blessed with looks, the most attractive man here, except the distinguished-looking gentleman she had abandoned near the entrance. She loved Alan unreservedly, always would, but if free to choose any lover within this crowded ballroom, Adam would be her choice. She had waited for Adam’s move since rejoining their table...

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The Camcorder

When I bought my husband a camcorder, I had a feeling I knew what he’d want to do with it. Sure enough, he soon suggested we film ourselves having sex. I dressed up in stockings, a garter belt, and a tight waspie corset and looked a real screen slut sucking his cock on camera. I really enjoyed doing it because it was soo nasty. When Hank was away on business, I’d watch it and use my favorite dildo. I’d be working myself to a dripping wet orgasm as Hank balled me on the TV screen.Last week...

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Going Green

Sam Green finished setting up his new auction account, wondering if he had the balls to go all the way. The idea had come to him when he’d received yet another new toy that he’d ordered on the internet. The flashlight was hardly a technical marvel, but the novelty of only having to shake it for light, never having to worry about batteries, was enough to make Sam click the buy button. As soon as he shook the flashlight and turned it on for the first time, the idea lit up in his head along with...

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The power of magic and science

This story is about the story of two very different civilizations and their people. The first group are the magical people of seti. Everyone in seti has magical powers to a degree. The other people are those of Rovaf they believe science holds all the answers reflecting this belief they are extremely technologically advanced. Both of these groups of people have been at war for more than a thousand years.

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Only a Touch

It was already dark when she arrived at the restaurant, handing the keys over to the valet absentmindedly. Aptly attired in a blue uniform trimmed in gold, the young man thanked her politely and handed back a blue ticket, which she slipped into the pocket of a small black handbag as she passed through the glass doorway. He saw her immediately, watching from his table. She wore a classic black sheath dress, fitted perfectly and split at one side almost to her thigh. Shiny black patent leather...

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Notun Jagot Darshon

Namoskar, ISS-er bondhura abar ekta galpo post korte esechhi, apnader darbare. Ami akash, akash roy, kolkata te thaki. Ager galpote besh kichhu truti chhilo… prothomto, tai. Asha kori ei kahinita o ager moto sara pabe….bhalo lagbe apnader. Prothom aviggyota’ r par, sarata din kemon ekta ghorer moddhey kete gelo. Ki theke ki holo….bujhte na bujhtei, deho mon ekta notun jagote dhuke gelo, je khane deher sukh, anondo…..ekta charom tripti payoa jay. Sara din anno kichhute ar mon bosate parchhilam...

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Dennis The Menace 1 Margarets Magic Words

Dennis the Menace I Created by Hank Ketcham Parodied by Ron Dow75 Margaret?s Magic Words In the part of a once small town that was now a part of suburbia, a small boy in a purple shirt (with a blue O) and black shorts, baggy socks and sneakers ran to play with his friend. "What have you got, Dennis?"Joey MacDonald asked the blonde with the cowlick in the blue-and-black striped shirt, red overalls, and running-and-jumping shoes coming out of his walkway to the...

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DaughterSwap Grae Stoke Abby Adams Dad8217s Divide The Equation

Abby Adams and Grae Stroke are a couple of cute girls who are not too good at math. But their concerned dads think they just need a little extra attention and tutoring. The babes try to focus, but they cannot keep from touching each other under the table as their dads go over equations. The minute these dads leave their daughters alone, they start playing with each others pussies . But when their old men stumble in to see what the girls are up to, they are furious! The only way they will keep...

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John CarterChapter 10

The funeral had been a very private affair. It had been held in a small chapel in the Arizona town they called home. The body had been laid to rest in a small corner of the local graveyard. Beth’s mother and the Carter Clan were the only ones in attendance. The rest of the town respected their wishes and did not attend. The public memorial service would be held when her father left the hospital. The entire town would be invited as well as her colleagues from the hospital. In the mean time,...

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a night to remember

There wasn't a sound, yet. But you knew you were in for a night to be remembered. I had walked with you blindfolded not too far away. When the blindfold was removed you didn't recognize where you were. I told you to undress down to your bra, the one I had chosen. We were alone in the room, waiting for the door to open. You had asked to be used anyway I wanted. You didn't know what I had planned but I could tell you were excited. I told you to stand on the spot I pointed to and not to move and...

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Lucky DogChapter 2

Well, I was a good dog for the next three weeks. I minded my manners, stayed as clean as I could, and used the toilet for all my bodily functions. I even closed the door while I was in there, and turned on the exhaust fan and turned off the light after I was through. Naturally, Brenda was amazed by all of this. I think she attributed all my unusual skills to my having been a circus dog or some such. She knew I was smart, but I figured that, like almost all humans, she was working on the...

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The Adventure With My Mother 8211 2

Hi ISS readers this is the second of my incident with mother. Please read the first part to understand what happened before. Just a little about me and my mom. I am Ryan 20years old, 6 feet tall and pretty handsome man. My mom the star of my life now is 40 years now and around 5’7” in height and has a nice hour glass figure. In the first part we had just begun to explore each other and I had an orgasm thanks to my mom’s wonder mouth and hand skills. We both then just lay next to each other for...

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HIGH SCHOOL REUNION TAKE TWO THE ANTAGONISTS

It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Lauderton High School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building. The events in these stories take place at various times during the evening, and to different characters; they are not chapters of the same story, but a series of separate takes. We are the invisible camera, panning around the scene and then zooming in for a close-up ... TAKE TWO Hayley Statten was restless and bored, wondering why she had come to...

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My Daughters Black BF PT2 Blacken

Taylor had class most of the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Jordan knew that her mom didn't have a job. He decided he would go to Taylor's house and to "see Taylor" and act dumb like he had forgotten that she had class all day. He would see how her mom reacted and that might help him decipher all things he was wondering about the chubby little middle age woman with the huge tits who just happened to be his girlfriend's mom.The doorbell rang and Kimberly panicked a bit. She wasn't expecting...

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Monicas Story pt 1

What started out as your irregular, meet-online kind of relationship soon turned into the most beautiful love affair that either of us had experienced. We connected on more than just a physical level, although the physical aspect was definitely evident. We ended up proving the notion that opposites attract, because honestly, we had barely anything in common. Yet, for some reason completely oblivious to us at times, we were perfect for each other. As different as every puzzle piece is they all...

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Dream cum true

100% fiction! This story started around 2 years ago. 2 years ago i walked in on my mum in the shower. my mum is a complete milf. shortish 5' 9'' weighs about 65 kg, short shoulder length blonde hair, amazing perky d size tits and a plumptious round ass. if she wasnt for my dad i would of banged her already. back to my story; when i walked in on mum in the shower all i could do was stare. she obviously didnt see me as she lifted up one leg and started washing the inside of her trimed pussy. i...

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Parkers sex life

I am William Parker, 21 years young and still a virgin. I am new in this college, don't know many people, maybe because of my shy nature. If I'm not in the gym working on my 6'1 body, I'm home studying or playing video games. LIfe isn't as easy as living at the parents' house, but I'm getting used to it rather faster than expected. My sex life is pretty dry, except for wanking off once a day, speaking of which, I found i had a hidden kink which was SHEMALES. Even if I loved pussy, the idea of a...

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A Cock A Day Keeps Hubby At Play

After my first ever gang bang, I did manage to get a couple of days rest. But the memories, although not all that clear in my mind, lingered on.I was delighted to have ticked another box, and I had really enjoyed the experience.As promised, Muzzy contacted me to tell me he had arranged an appointment for a check-up with his doctor, and just like before, he would get the results at the same time as me, and then he would contact me again.For me, it was a quiet week. No mail from Yvonne, no...

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Never Think It Cant Happen to You

There's a reason I'm living in a disguised soddy in 2012. Big Rock Creek is a stone's throw away. It feeds into the Fox River over twenty miles south of where I am. I got caught up in something stupid--a gang initiation. Two guys, kids really, were given a couple cheap automatics and told to rob a grocery store. Guess who was doing some late night shopping? Yeah, me. I heard all the yelling and screaming, then decided the old saw about living to fight another day. I dodged back into the...

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MistakesChapter 10

I assembled the team in the main office first thing on Monday and found the three buggers (an affectionate term) had already spent hours on Sunday working on it, having the initiative to contact each other and split the programme between them. They deserved every extra penny we’d pay them. We continued doing more debugging, until a test of the rewritten software seemed to be fault free. We didn’t believe it, so they worked intensively for the rest of the day, eating sandwiches on the...

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Extreme Urge Of A Bitch

The story I’m going to narrate here is not like all other stories, it is extraordinary from other normal sex tales. It happened few years ago. I went to visit my Mama’s (maternal uncle) house in the long leisure vacation after finishing my higher secondary. Mama and Mami (Mama’s wife) live alone there in a bungalow. As their all children are married and are established in their own field. My Mama was a happy man, he was in the Foreign Service and retired with a huge amount of gratuity and were...

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Barbaria Act 2 Chapter 6

PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF TARQUIN – 30-YEAR-OLD OVERSEER AND SLAVE TRAINERThe voyage was longer than on most expeditions and I felt some trepidation as we moved further and further into the Eastern Sea. This was unknown territory for all of us. But, of course, the expedition was very necessary in view of the rumours we had heard about Sythia. No one should be permitted to challenge the might of Barbaria!I was on one of the transports in the reconnaissance fleet. As usual on an outward voyage, it...

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Pleasure World

Pleasure World: is an island connected by man-made bridges and tunnels. They were made by Galaxy labs. This was to be a spin off of their popular “Create a Fembot” project that made them untold fortunes. Each inland was meant to represent a moment in time so men and women could live out their fantasies. They could save the women and be heroes. They could fuck and suck whoever they want. They could kick the butt of the bad guy who trying to hurt the princess Nobody was meant to get killed on...

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Taking Her Chapter 6

I would like to thank you all again for reading. :) When you and Angel arrive back at the barn she starts to take the pony gear off of you and cleaning it and putting it back. You are tired and covered in dried sweat and dirt. She leads you out of the barn and into the grass. "Wait here. " She goes back in the barn and grabs the grocery and goes in to house to put them away. She returns after 10 minutes. When she returns she laughs a little and says. "Wow, you really are a dirty...

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I am Suzie

The coach was lubing up his cock. It actually was getting bigger. The veins along the shaft were thick and gorged. I could not take my eyes off it. Then he started humping the crack of my ass. I knew he was letting me feel how huge he was against my ass. I was so turned on that I started to wiggle my ass and grind his cock. He enjoyed that so much, he stopped humping me and let me do all the work. Feeling the weight of it in my crack. I was thinking about nothing other then being the best whore...

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A Friend in Need Ch 01

Eating a doughnut and making it look like you’re doing nothing more than just that is surprisingly harder than it looks. Or then again, maybe it just seems that way because you’re trying not to look suspicious, which of course makes you think that you’re doing exactly that, even though, I mean come on, you’re just eating a doughnut, for Christ’s sakes. I was peeling back the flap on the plastic lid on my coffee when headlights flashed past in the street. I looked up in time to see that it was...

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Long Lost Friend

Long Lost Friend By Teri It had been a long week at work and I was looking forward to just spending a lazy weekend at home. The bachelor life was pretty nice, I had the freedom to spend my time the way that I wanted and this weekend was going to be movies, football, beer and my couch! My name is Jack Mehoffer and I am 26 years old. I work as a financial consultant in Chicago and live in a town house by myself just outside of the city. I find my job often times pretty mundane, but...

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Twice LuckyChapter 9

The first day of school found Jake at new student orientation. He was one of about 300 incoming tenth graders. About fifteen lines were formed behind desks displaying one or more letters of the alphabet. Jake was slowly moving to the front of the T-U-V line. A few of his prospective classmates made eye contact and Jake gave them a little wave. He would have to make sure his sisters got the word out about his amnesia. He was not looking forward to explaining his memory loss to however many...

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Love Finds a Way

Love Finds a Way By Durin In six years of marriage we had always wanted to achieve it. It, however, had eluded us. Oh, we came close several times. A few seconds one way or the other perhaps, which some might consider simultaneous, but we truly wanted to start that climb to the mountain together, understanding my wife's would last longer. Unfortunately, on our seventh anniversary, we achieved just that. It is not my intention here to write any kind of graphic porno or other...

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By Any Other Name

©2009AdrianLeverkuhn There are some stretches of road that are nothing less than Hell. Some stretches of water, too, for that matter. And mountains. Mountains are rather like life, too, but it’s better to get by the rough patches and move on than it is to dwell on the toll they take. Sometimes there’s just no way to avoid the rough spots, other times find us tempted by the idea of taking a short-cut around life, maybe missing out on a little pain or finding our way to happiness just a little...

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Big Trouble In Little Soho

Thanks to all of you who leave comments. I am new at this and your feedback is really appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. Intro. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? More importantly, how the hell do I get myself out of this mess? It all started after a lads day out in Soho in London. I got separated from the group and was wandering around a bit unsteadily trying to find them. It was early evening and the prostitutes were...

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Journalist Visits Swingers Club

It's not easy being twenty-two, fresh out of university with a degree, and not being able to find a job. You feel self-assured with the graduation certificate, why wouldn't you? It's all you have been working towards for four years. I really thought journalism was different, but I, like my friends, had a taste of reality, and along with it, great humility.I changed tactics and applied for any job that may get me in the door, so that one day I may be lucky and get to do some real journalism...

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Talking with Debbie Ch 01

I can’t tell you when it started. I can though identify when it transformed from occasional fantasy to obsession. I had long held a fantasy, which judging by the contents of porno magazines is one commonly shared, of seeing my wife have sex with another man. My wife, Debbie, is five years younger than me, very attractive and slim. She plays sports a lot, jogging and tennis mainly, so she has a lithe figure. She is a well-liked, if not a popular person, since she does tend to seem rather aloof...

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Mile High Club

Samantha initiates Hannah into the Mile High club.The cabin lights dimmed. The attendants had retreated to the forward galley and the silence was only punctuated by the hum of the jet engines, some light snores and the occasional cough.Samantha and Hannah sat next to each other in First Class. They were on a red-eye from Sea-Tac to LAX – They were on their way to visit their grandparents in L.A. California.It was time.Samantha pulled the buds from her ears, cutting off "Only Girl (In The...

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Sex With My Beautiful Cousin Who Is Two Years Younger To Me

Hi my name is krishna and I am from nelore. This happened when I was doing my inter second year and my cousin is doing her 10th class. Coming to me I am 5″ 11 toll and we’ll built body with a 8 inch cock. My sister she is 5″ 5 with a very well structured body 28 B. She is fair and very attractive. We both are very close to each other since childhood. I got attracted to her on her mature function till that I never had any sexual feeling on her. That day she was waring a light pink color half...

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A Visit to MatildasChapter 11 More Schooling

The morning of our third day was taken up with further classes, starting with Miss Carson giving us a run down of all the things she and Mrs Danbury had noted that had been at fault on the day before. “I’m afraid,” said Mrs Danbury that there is a certain amount of correction needed in order to make sure that the lessons are learned from yesterday. Each of you will come forward. Bryony James, you first.” Brian got to his feet unwillingly and went to the front of the class. “Bend over the...

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OHGirl and Velvet together

My mom’s head hung over the edge of the bed in front of me, a hard, white 8 inch cock fucking her mouth, while she reached back above her head to stroke it. Her legs were spread wide, as she moaned with her mouth full, and my head was buried between them, while she held onto my hair with her other hand. Three of my fingers were sliding in and out of her cum filled, gaping cunt as I licked and sucked on her swollen clit and labia, swallowing the warm jizz that my tongue lapped from her hole. We...

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Deb Diane

Deb Diane Janet L Stickney [email protected] She had covered the mirror so I couldn't see what she was doing, but with all the tugging, the heat from the blow dryer, the brushing and so on, I figured she was doing something with my hair to make it as feminine as she could. After all, I had seen the results of the makeup she had already done on me, and that alone gave me more than just a hint that maybe she had been right! Maybe she could make me look like a girl! I was allowed...

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The Making Of A Gigolo 3 Sherry WinstonChapter 2

Sherry’s emotional level stayed high ... so high that it scared her. She’d grown more or less comfortable with Sam, over the six years she’d been married to him. She’d thought she was in love with him. Now, though, she wasn’t so sure. She certainly never felt anything for him like she felt for the naked man lying next to her. She felt a tug from him, on an emotional level, that screamed for her to be closer to him, even though her sweating, naked body was pressed against his. “I think I...

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The Ploy

The Ploy By Margaret Jeanette Mabel Sutton was at her wits end. She had married Jerry ten years ago thinking she had a winner but now he had proved worthless. She owned two shopping centers and numerous apartment complexes. She tried him at a number of jobs at everything available including being a janitor but he couldn't do a decent job at any of them. In bed she'd had to take the imitative to make love and many times he didn't respond to her advances. She considered divorce....

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I Fell ThroughChapter 5

Day 13 - 16 I was ready to leave to go to Fort Laramie after we had enough gold to buy what we needed. However, having recovered from one fever, another fever struck Claire and Elizabeth: Gold Fever! We spent the next two days trying to get the rest of the gold out from the quartz face. After half a day of watching the fire, I'd had enough and told them that I was going to catch some fish for lunch. I was disgusted with their greediness. I stomped off and began to kick at the dry streambed...

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Fun With My Adopted Asian Daughters Part 2

This is a continuation of an earlier story. To recap, I have two adopted Asian teen daughters, Jasmine and Vina, that I’ve raised from the beginning to be good little sluts. Vina is only 5’ tall, and Jasmine is even a few inches shorter. Both have beautiful long black hair and sensual almond-shaped Asian eyes. Their tummies are flat and their titties tiny, not even enough to fill out A-cup bras. And both have nice round tight little butts and smooth, hairless pussies.I had just had my friend...

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Her Sweet Fragrance Part 8211 1

When I first met her, she made fun of my name. She ruffled my feathers. I liked her. She was cute. I learned soon that underneath the cute façade, a phrase I borrowed from a rather articulate friend, was the heart of a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She was every guy’s wet dream. She could match any man’s horniness, pound for pound. What a girl! My cock stirs at the mere thought of that day. My heart too. But, physical stirrings hit you harder than the emotional ones. It was July I think, I visited...

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You make me so wet

Introduction: He was an older guy, and his confidence & humor turned me on like no other. The way he was so casual, so cool, so calm.. drove me wild. The fact that he didnt pay me much attention, drove me insane. I wanted.. needed.. craved his attention. Every time I saw him, I just licked my lips and wanted so badly to taste him.. and when I looked at the bulge in his pants.. my mind went nuts. I so badly wanted him to just bend me over and take complete advantage of my wet pulsing pussy, that...

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Desperation Led Us To Satisfaction

Hi Friends!!! Hope you all are fine. I am Harman Singh, 31 years of age, businessman by profession. I am a married man not happy with my sexual life as my wife is not interested in sex. She doesn’t like it. Earlier also I have posted about my sexual experiences which I had in various stages of life. They are titled as below: 1) Fucked my cousin sister two days before her marriage 2) Hot sex with a divorcee colleague 3) Amazing sex with a married horny lady I am basically very horny. If I get to...

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Aunt Stella And The Young Man 1

Seventeen year old Adam was coming down the stairs, when his thirty-seven year old busty, slutty Aunt Stella entered in the house with her luggage. She was here to attend the wedding of Adam’s elder sister Maria. Everyone welcomed Stella with a smile, but Adam’s mother was not that happy. She always considered Stella a whore because she never married but dated so many guys, having so many relationships. Stella also never missed a chance to prove what a big slut she was. She was always...

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A Return to Suburbia

To understand the events leading up to this moment, you really need to read my previous accounts.The attempt at a reconciliation with Jade did not go well, accusations of lies and deceit flew around, as well as a few objects aimed at my head! Even with the intervention of sibling Marcus, who tried his very best to make her see sense, it was a futile situation and although her infidelity was unforgivable, my sense of guilt got the better of me, causing me to give up the ghost and leave the...

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The Merchant of ChaosChapter 39

For the second time, two great armies faced each other across a wide field. Tall grasses of autumn brown swayed and rustled in the breeze. The morning sunlight glinted from the polished shields and armor of the Imperial legions that lay just across the border atop a low hill. They would not advance. They stood as a bulwark and a dare. Lord Duric's eyes swept across their forward ranks, which had formed a significantly less broad front than Duric could command. It was an auspicious start,...

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CuckoldSessions Penny Pax Second Appearance

Penny is exactly the type of wife you’d expect to have if you were a rich white guy. You’re not getting any action, but she sure is. She’s pimping herself out to any black cock she can get. And she’s making *you* pay *her* boyfriends to fuck her! Her pay pig daddy buys her all that her heart desires and since Penny is such a giver, she makes sure he spreads his wealth with her friends. You won’t want to miss the ending… it’s exactly what the nightmares...

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Sail The Seven SeasChapter 11

Greek Island, hidden harbor on Mediterranean Sea, "We just got a report from Bai," reported Aleia. "The C2 is on the way to where Max Reynolds dropped off the Cuban girl. They should be there in an hour. We think she is still alive, but there is a chance they've already killed her." "Let's pray that they're not too late," replied Sam. "Do we have any word from Bill or Ada?" "They're still in meetings at the Jordanian Embassy. As you always tell us, no news is good...

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Stonehaven

The cool Autumn air flowing through the open door disturbed the dusty webs of long dead spiders as we pushed the heavy wooden door inward. Only the whisper of the breeze, our breath, and the screech of the door’s rusty hinges competed with the sound of my pounding heart as I stepped through the threshold into the house’s foyer. It was evident that Madison and I were the first visitors in quite some time, that the house’s reputation for evil had kept people away for a long, long time. I stepped...

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Mathews humiliation in front of the whole family

Mathew’s mum Janet had just come off the phone and was both angry and disgusted.  Mr Nesbitt who owned the local newsagent had called to tell her that he was detaining her teenaged son Mathew after catching him red handed stealing. The shop owner was a no nonsense sort of man who had a dim view on sticky fingered youngsters.  It was only that he had a soft spot for  Janet (or a hard one more like) that he didn’t bother reporting Mathew to the police, which was his usual course of action. When...

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My Wife Was Fucked By Her Boyfriend On Our Suhagraat

Hello friends this story has been forwarded by Arun Keshaw to be published in ISS. Please read this story and tell whether you liked it or not and give your rating too. Post your comments to or or or @gmail.com. Hello sultan, I read your last story “Arranged four studs for my Wife” and “Gangbang of Wife on Honeymoon”. After reading it I also got idea to try this with my wife. Basically I am also a cuckold husband means I love to see my wife fucked by other whom I call bull. Since it was your...

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Incredible ChangesChapter 159 Lay at the Movies

What movie are they going to make me suffer through until we are down to the ones probably stay later and ones who are going to try to sleep over. When I followed the naked girl out into the main part of the suite, with only a towel around her head, I got a bunch of girls booing me for wearing a towel. “Hey, if you didn’t get to see it earlier that isn’t my fault. I didn’t get to see any of you either. Fair is fair. Show me yours and then I will show you mine. Heck I will even lose the...

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