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Click, click, click…the sound of high heels contacting a hard surface has always attracted and aroused me. Whether it’s on tile floors in a hallway, the concrete of a parking ramp or the asphalt of a mall lot, I turn in anticipation to drink in some pleasing eye candy. How short will the skirt be, how long the legs and what manner of hosiery will adorn the object of my desire? Sometimes you can anticipate the leg length by the quickness of the steps, short light steps equal a petite form,...
CLICK by Schiava Luisella The sissy maid finished getting ready checking herself in the mirror one last time before presenting herself to her Mistress who was going out. But she knew that passing the day home alone wasn't getting her any relief. She saw herself ready: stockings straight with no runs, heels, corset, dress, hair, make-up, wrist- and ankle cuffs. Just one thing missed to complete her uniform, all the locks were open: that was a pleasure that Mistress kept for...
--- Hello Brad... what-s up? --- I was wondering if you heard anything about that fellow who disappeared in Alberta a couple of months back. --- NO! .... We have no idea what happened to Stan... he just walked out the door and never came back. WE are in constant touch with the RCMP though; Canadian police. Bob and Brand move along in their conversation, touching on several business matters before Bob excuses himself. --- I have a meeting to attend Brad; I will certainly keep you...
Dr. Raul Maggio came home from work to an empty house. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence as he worked odd hours being a doctor, or at least, that’s what he told his wife, Phoebe. The truth was many of his ‘odd hours’ were actually him having an affair with Cora Larrabee, the wife of one of his colleagues. The pair had been seeing each other for over two years, and Raul prided himself on their ability to keep the affair from their respective spouses. For Raul, it was something he had...
VoyeurDisclaimer time: One- This is an original piece of work by me, Dakro. Feel free to print this story for yourself. However, the only websites I authorize to post this is FM and Crystal's. Two- If you are not into age regression, don't read. Three- If you are not into transgender fiction, then why are you here in the first place? Four- There is no sex at all, and I mean whatsoever, in this story, so if you came looking for sex stuff in a 'Preteen Under 13' story, feel free to go...
It started simple enough, while looking for a present for mothers day you were wandering around Bed Bath and Beyond. Well over your head you had no idea what to get or what was good, but didn't have the common sense to ask anyone. It was then that you noticed the Beyond section. Odd that nobody else seemed to notice. Thinking to yourself what the heck why not you head in. This area looks more like a factory then a store, a stark contrast to the rest of the place. So you continue down. "Ah good...
Dr. Raul Maggio came home from work to an empty house. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence as he worked odd hours being a doctor, or at least, that's what he told his wife, Phoebe. The truth was many of his 'odd hours' were actually him having an affair with Cora Larrabee, the wife of one of his colleagues. The pair had been seeing each other for over two years, and Raul prided himself on their ability to keep the affair from their respective spouses. For Raul, it was something he had...
I finally decided to go down on this guy I like for the first time – really, the first time, as in my firsttime, ever – and here I am having to encounter balls for the first time. I mean, I finally got up thenerve to give a blowjob, months and in some cases even years after my friends, had just begun to geta little confidence about the idea of me with a dick in my mouth for the first time, when this douchebaghas to lift up his sweaty sack and lay it right on my mouth. Great. What the fuck am I...
I smile inwardly as I hear the sound, keeping my eyes half closed and turned away as you had asked. The sun feels good on my skin and I want to stretch like the kitten that you say I remind you of. But I know, when you are working, discipline is the key. You move toward me and your hands touch my arms in a manner almost clinical, adjusting, stepping back and evaluating. You finger skims my jaw as you lift my face more angling it towards the shadows. The dress you had picked for me, loose and...
Megan awakens first, she has taken up a position beside him with her leg draped over his. She listens to Bill’s breathing and smells their mixed aromas igniting her senses. She sees his half erect cock, she smiles in memory. Disengaging herself from his arms, Megan slowly maneuvers herself down long side of him, coming to rest face to ‘face’ with the object of her desire. No, that’s not an entirely fair statement. She loves and cares for all of the man, from his sly smile, to his eyes that...
Dr. Raul Maggio came home from work to an empty house. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence as he worked odd hours being a doctor, or at least, that’s what he told his wife, Phoebe. The truth was many of his ‘odd hours’ were actually him having an affair with Cora Larrabee, the wife of one of his colleagues. The pair had been seeing each other for over two years, and Raul prided himself on their ability to keep the affair from their respective spouses. For Raul, it was something he had...
Holding the phone receiver away from her ear, Jess rolled her eyes. Sucking in one side of her cheek, she gently bit into the fleshy skin. Her patience was wearing thin. “… and I want to state that I expect to be reimbursed for the loss of earnings I incurred, having to take a day off…” the irate caller snapped, continuing with his rant. Her perfectly manicured fingertips typed swiftly on the keyboard, noting down the customers complaints. “Yes, Mr. Young. Yes. Yes, of course I understand...
The kiss was long and passionate. Like all of his kisses, she loved it. The way he tasted, the softness of his lips, and how his body felt against hers, made her long to kiss him all the time. The fact that she could only do it infrequently, at stolen intervals made the kisses better and worse at the same time. Breaking momentarily from their connection, she vented to him. "I can't stand him anymore Dan. I need to leave him. I need to divorce him. I want to be with you all the time. I...
Author’s Note: I want to give you some background on this very, very, short story. Back in 2000, I had a roommate. We were both in a Yahoo! Club called Michigan BBWs and every now and then after I got home from work (around 2:30am), I’d get online and just post this really bizarre, off the wall stuff. I was bored and needed to calm down after a stressful day. When I think back to some of the stuff I posted, I wish now that I had saved more of those posts to share. Anyway, my roommate would...
“Don’t cry.”The woman Jack loved and lusted over had used his worst insecurities to crush his ego like a grape and the tears had begun to flow. He deserved it for being such a little pervert, but it still felt as though his world had turned to ash.“Don't. Cry." Jack sniffed and tried to stop “You’re pathetic. I hate you and your worse than worthless bitch clit for doing this. I know it shouldn't, but it does. We had something good. We were both having fun, even if I was being a little...
FemdomCarol sniffed and sighed as the gleaming black car pulled away to the sound of rattling cans and shouts of good luck. At last she could relax following Eve’s departure. Perhaps I can change into something more comfortable than this flouncy purple monstrosity of a dress. Maybe enjoy a drink, perhaps a dance or two, relax a little and then go to bed. I am that tired, that I might even have a little bit of a cry and release all this pent-up emotion – those were her simple plans for the rest of the...
"Too bad she dumped you," said Jack, as Ben fed some change into the vending machine. "She didn't dump me," Ben replied defensively, punching the Mountain Dew button. "We're just... taking a break." There was an odd buzzing sound, as the button flickered for a second, the word bonus appearing, although unnoticed by either of them; then the bottle fell. "Right. That's good," Jack said sarcastically as Ben took a quick swig from the bottle. "I can't believe you actually lock this thing, man,"...
The girls were gone, and there I was, naked except for the pinkribbons adorning my private parts. I caught my reflection in themirror and pondered the absurd sight. As if the ribbons weren'tenough, I was sucking my own semen out of a dirty sock. Why was Idoing this to myself? Why couldn't I control the lust I had to abasemyself at Jen's feet? Why was I more turned on by this degradationthan I ever was before? I went to sleep that night with the ribbons on, the anklet in mymouth, and a...
“Are you going to get up some time today?” My wife questioned.It was a Saturday morning and I was sleeping in as usual after a hard week before. I started to rouse as she plopped on the bed next to me and softly rubbed my back, attempting to revive me from the long night sleep.“Come on I have a gift for you and I want you to open it,” she spoke with a hint of excitement in her voice.“What is it?” I yawned not yet completely to my senses, but still wondering if I had missed a key date such as an...
Hi ISS readers this is Shams, based at Mumbai, 31 yr old married, having a Kid. I have been reading stories since last many months but never ever thought of posting one of mine. This is the first time I decided to do it only for the readers. It happened 2 years back, I was working for a bank as an Asst Manager in loan collections, I had to call up a customer of mine who had missed his payments and as it was month end closing, I was aggressively following up with him for payments. He was...
In San Francisco, '77 was a great time to be alive if you were batting for the home team. People felt that they could do, say, or be anything they wanted. Every belief that had been held dear by the multitudes had been challenged in the previous decade and the world had collectively rocked back on its heels, trying desperately to catch its balance. Now it had and what's more, had begun to run forward. Stephan loved every minute of it. At the moment, he was trolling a bar. This was the third...
When last we left them, Bolt and Paige were in the throws of passion when Bolt's ex-wife, Rainbow, (who as y'all remember was presumed dead when her hot air balloon sprung a leak over the Swiss Alps) appeared on his doorstep, announcing she had found her twin sister, Brite, who was stolen at birth, by the diabolical henchman, Jack. Brite, who is married and living a quiet and somewhat normal life as a cheese taster, wanted nothing more than to have a child but was unable to conceive on her...
Carol sniffed and sighed as the gleaming black car pulled away to the sound of rattling cans and shouts of good luck. At last she could relax following her best friend Eve’s departure on her honeymoon. ‘Perhaps I can change into something more comfortable than this flouncy purple monstrosity of a dress,’ she thought. ‘Maybe enjoy a drink, perhaps a dance or two, relax a little and then go to bed. I am that tired, that I might even have a little bit of a cry and release all this pent-up...
“Hey you, watch where you’re going now!” I heard behind me. A group of men with staves or clubs, wearing what appeared to be hair shirts or some kind of monkish robes, stormed past me, about ready to hassle a merchant at a nearby stall. He had no wares except figurines, what appeared to be small statues of various gods, but that was evidently bad enough for them. They began confronting him, shaking their clubs or cudgels in his face, and threatening him. His patrons fled in terror. That was...
I was balls deep inside Lara when the next set of Sparrows broke in, clearly wishing to avoid their friends. What they didn’t reckon on was that all of my girls were armed, and we outnumbered as well as surrounded them. I pulled out of Lara for a moment, seized my cutlass, and began slashing at one of the Sparrows, even as another of his companions had his brains beaten out of his skull by Nora. Alyse skewered another one with a spear, too, making it clear that no Sparrow was safe in this...
“Having fun yet?” Clio asked me, much to my shock as I took a piss in a corner near an alley. “Actually, yes. I’ve managed to rally parts of the city that I haven’t even visited and people who I haven’t even met behind me. And I’ve fucked three whores since yesterday, no less. That’s a lot of action for a man with a recent dry spell. By the way, I didn’t think that you could visit me. What gives?” I asked the Muse, being very curious. “Well, I’m a Goddess and I can make or break rules at...
The battle was a true clusterfuck from the outset, as the desperately outnumbered Sparrows with their cudgels tried to fend off my urban, if not motley rabble with plenty of weapons between them. The Faith Militant was more than a little outclassed, yet they fought quite bravely, I would give them that much. The streets of King’s Landing already began to flow with blood, the gutters rather red with them in fact, as my makeshift army of angry townsfolk butchered many Sparrows in front of them...
“I see that you’re a formidable foe, Ser Roger,” I heard Cersei’s voice as she slipped into my bed to my shock. “And you’re a determined mother hen. Cluck, cluck, cluck,” I chuckled in a way that needled her more than a little. “Well, he’s my only living son, my King, no less, with Joffrey dead now. Long may he reign,” Cersei insisted. “Long may he reign,” I repeated, continuing to play my part. “No doubt you mean Stannis. I’m no fool. You aim to spill my son from the Iron Throne and...
Well, as they say, the best laid plans of mice and men, right? I was minding my own business, sharpening my cutlass, when the door to my chambers opened in haste and in burst Cersei Lannister, Grand Maester Pycelle, and Qyburn, a conspiracy of three if there ever was one. It smacked of treachery to me, but even more so when three older members of Qyburn’s “little birds” followed them into my room. These were lads, not girls, of course. Clearly, they were in no mood to parley or...
I took my pleasure with Bancey and Claere this time, having enjoyed some of the others already. Jenny and Carrie were busy servicing Nora and Lara their tongues, something that I decided would teach them some proper humility for once. They had been humbled somewhat, but deep-seated assumptions of entitlement and privilege would be tougher to shake and break down than that. A little time eating harlots’ pussies might well help remove their arrogance a bit more. I was inclined to pull that out...
I don’t know what I expected as I arose, but the incredible thirst was a huge part of it. It was a thirst that was also hunger, as blood was now my sole means of sustenance. I no longer craved human food at all and I thus knew that it had worked. I had been transformed from a mortal man to a creature of the night, a vampire. Sure, there was a price to pay, a few of them in fact. I was no longer free to walk in daylight at all. I was relegated to the moon, never to see the Sun on my face...
“So, what did you guys do during your second day in Bon Temps without your vampire Master?” I teased my pets, knowing that I had plenty of time on my side. “Not much. Just ... watched movies, ate what little food we could find around here, which wasn’t much in this house, had sex with each other, that kind of thing,” Damon spoke for the rest of them from the sound of it. “Yes, well, I think that it’s time to check out the area, don’t you? Except you two, unless you want to join us,” I...
“So, who gets turned now and are we using the same hole?” Eddie Fournier asked me now. “Same hole and I would say that it’s Damon’s turn, and Justen’s to turn him. Justen, time to become a Maker,” I instructed Justen, who nodded as Damon knelt nervously and bared his neck. It didn’t take too long and the deed was done, at which point I clicked thrice and put myself in Dorne, particularly in Sunspear earlier at night. Why cut short my time when I could buy more for myself simply by moving...
I knocked a few times before Jason answered the door, with Justen and Damon in tow, along with the ladies. Their presence certainly got the attention of the young road crew boss. He was a man with a reputation for womanizing, after all. Even with Amy Burley in his presence, and I knew for a fact that they spent more time using V than having sex, if they even got around to that yet, it would be very tough for him to ignore that many lovely girls. “Jason, Amy, invite me in,” I glamored the...
It was well past nightfall where I returned to the Red Keep with my company, pleased to learn that I had calculated correctly and my authority hadn’t diminished in such a short space of time. Well, at least not too much, as proven by the eager fashion in which the guards greeted and hailed me. I was in no mood to deal with another challenge to my power in King’s Landing. Luckily, Cersei’s fate wasn’t clear to anyone yet, as they didn’t have a body to discover. That bought me some time, if...
“So, what to do next? Oh, yes ... I know what!” I grinned as I appeared at the Bon Temps Sheriff’s Department just after dusk. “Excuse me, but the Sheriff’s Department is closed for the day,” Rosie, clearly in a rush to get home, tried to shoo me away from the door. “Rosie, look at me,” I called her by name, causing her to stare directly at the stranger who knew her on sight. The cute blonde police dispatcher wasn’t ready for what I did next, even as I glared intensely at her. “Rosie,...
When I arose from my slumber, my vampire nest had literally doubled in size, from three vampires to six. Justen, Damon, Jenny, Carrie, Bancey, and me were all vampires now, and relatively speaking, we were all newborns. Officially, my progeny included only Justen and Jenny, but now my offspring were Makers themselves. We were already a potential menace to several folks, and not just humans. Testing the waters, we hit Merlotte’s just in time to see Andy Bellefleur pop inside there as Acting...
Winterfell, The North Not bound by space or time, at least not in this dramatic multiverse, I found myself quite easily at the godswood just as Sansa Stark was supposed to wed Ramsay Bolton. Beautiful, I thought, even as I led my party of vampires and humans together in a sudden nighttime raid on the Boltons’ new holdfast of Winterfell. Sansa was just about to join hands with Ramsay and bind herself to her intended before the Old Gods of the Forest when we burst forth as if from nowhere...
The Last Hearth Umber Holdfast in the North I didn’t take very long at all to snatch Rickon Stark, of course. It was still dark and I was a vampire, after all. It didn’t take me long to dispatch any guards standing in my way, though I wasn’t alone. My company was with me: Justen, Damon, Jenny, Carrie, Bancey, Claere, Nora, Lara, Tenas, and Alyse. Of these, six of them, namely Justen, Damon, Jenny, Carrie, and Bancey, were vampires now. The other five were human and that was about to change....
I knocked repeatedly at the Harmons’ door, being alone as it was daytime and there was only one ring that could let us walk in daylight. I heard footsteps, and sure enough, Vivien Harmon answered the door, in her pajamas no less. I chuckled as she saw me, dressed as I was in a polo shirt and khakis, seemingly quite suburban and normal aside from my bag that I carried on me. She was a little surprised to have company and she looked at me with considerable doubt. Who was this guy,...
“Well, how was it?” Jenny asked me as I returned from the Harmons’ house to the home that I had just purchased nearby that night. Yes, I had paid in gold. I wasn’t worried. Money would always be coming in by some means or another. I was a vampire now and I could find ways to line my pockets. My finances would always recover. Besides, a house was a great investment and this one was now paid in full, no mortgage or anything, since it had been sold off by the county. I made sure that the house...
“So, you’re back, I see,” Amy Burley greeted me in the nude while I heard the sounds of Jason Stackhouse bumping uglies with Emely, “sorry, Jason, Emely, and I were in the middle of something.” “Don’t apologize. The more, the merrier, right?” I told Amy as I grabbed her, “invite my company in here. They’re all vampires now.” Amy coughed and told the others, “come in, please,” just as I closed the door and bent Amy over. “You know what I want. I know what you want. Let’s both have what we...
“Oh, damn, Seven Hells!” Margaery Tyrell exclaimed as I went back and forth from her arse to Loras’s. Both Tyrells really seemed to get off on being taken like this, side by side on Margaery’s bed. I buggered each of them rather ruthlessly, thoroughly reveling in the act of sodomy with the siblings. I also fed them some of my blood to ensure that they would be addicted to me and even more under my thumb. I couldn’t let my influence over the Queen and the Hand slip, could I? Thankfully, there...
I returned to Sunnydale at night, just in time to see Buffy and Xander in the midst of a heated argument. I chuckled as I led my company toward them, Xander not recognizing me at all due to the past glamoring. I rushed at them, flashing my fangs along with my nest, which instantly put Buffy and Xander on their guard. They knew that they were in the presence of vampires, after all, and that was Buffy’s specialty. “Woah, there, sport! Let’s back this down a little!” Xander tried to calm things...
I was in the middle of rotating from Violet Harmon’s ass to Vivien’s, swapping with Ben, making both ladies cream themselves from the constant anal stimulation. Suddenly, I saw him there. Tate Langdon. He was right there and he wasn’t alone. Moira O’Hara stood there with him, watching us. I smirked and just kept at it while watching them watch us. If he didn’t like seeing me fuck his crush (or crushes?), too fucking bad. It wasn’t as if I could impregnate Violet or Vivien and certainly not...
Sure enough, I walked in on an orgy in a wide open space, with Maryann the Maenad sure enough leading so much of the town in the festivities. Indeed, their eyes were black orbs with no irises or anything of the sort, as they mindlessly humped each other in the grass and against the rocks, even on tree stumps. I would have enjoyed it more if it was just wanton debauchery, no human sacrifice or the like happening. “Well, well, well, what have we here ... an unwanted guest!” Maryann confronted...
“Who by the Gods are you?” I heard as I walked through the corridors of the Great Pyramid, seeking out my chosen victims. “We are Nosferatu,” I told the guard in question, one of the many Unsullied guarding the palace, indicating my nest. “Excuse me? What does that mean?” the guard insisted. “Look at me. What is your name, soldier?” I began to glamor the Unsullied guard. “Horse Tail, ser,” the eunuch soldier responded. “Well, Horse Tail, we are Nosferatu, as I have said. That is our...
Awake for a new evening, I now made my way to the Street of Steel and went after my newest target. Gendry, bastard son of Robert Baratheon, that was the boy in question. Sure enough, he was just done at the tavern, earning a few extra coppers by beating up troublemakers for the tavern keeper in question. He also earned a free supper and some ale by his acts, though there was a considerably higher cost to the ale for now due to the destruction of so much by the Sparrows. “Gendry, look into my...
“Sansa, look at me. You are going to undress for me and I am going to take you to bed and take your virginity. Theon, look at me ... undress Myranda. Myranda, look at me and undress Theon. Theon, lick Sansa’s cunny while Myranda licks her bum. Yes, Sansa, this is going to be fucking, not making love. I’m going to fuck you. Theon and Myranda will prepare you for the act, get you nice and wet for me. “Sansa, I’m going to bite you now and feed you my blood as well. This will help us bond as we...
“So, does anyone care to explain why this session is being held at night?” Ser Jamie Lannister spoke first, turning to Ser Loras in his capacity as Hand. “In deference to our Lord Commander of the City Watch, Ser Jamie. He ... has issues with sunlight. Or rather his companions here do,” Ser Loras explained patiently to the Kingslayer. “I ... see. So, where’s Cersei? I haven’t seen her at all since I returned from Dorne. I dreaded seeing her again because I came home empty-handed, but ......
“So, Jeffary, I think that it’s high time to reward you for holding the fort during my brief absence. You’ve done a solid job of keeping this city and its malcontents in line. As a consequence, as the Lord of the Whispers, I ask that you kneel,” I instructed Jeffary, who quickly knelt for me. “Yes, my lord,” Jeffary clearly grasped what was next. “I dub thee knight. Arise, Ser Jeffary. Now, go find the King’s Justice and then release Lancel Lannister to go to the Wall. We have much work to...
“Lady Brienne of Tarth, I believe?” I asked the female warrior, who frankly wished to be a knight rather than a lady, “this is your squire, Podrick Payne, I believe.” “Indeed. I am Brienne of Tarth, but I am no lady. This is indeed Podrick Payne, my squire. To whom am I speaking, precisely?” the tall blonde giant asked me now. “To Ser Roger Waters, Lord of the Whispers, Lord Commander of the City Watch of King’s Landing, and Knight Inquisitor of the Realm. You might wonder what such a...
“You’ve put several septons and septas to death lately, all on charges of sedition, I know. You honestly believe them to have Sparrow sympathies? If so, on what basis, Ser Roger?” the thrice widow Queen Margaery Tyrell asked me while I fucked her harder than ever in my bed. “Very much so. I have to pull up the remaining weeds of the Sparrow infestation, cut them out root and stem, my dear Queen. For the night is dark and full of terrors, but the fire burns them all away,” I quoted Melisandre...
“Welcome, good man, to Qarth, the greatest city that ever was or ever will be!” the herald of the new Thirteen saluted me, neither knowing nor caring how I managed to get past the gates. “Look at me. Take me to the Thirteen. I wish to speak to them!” I glamored the guard that evening, even as my vampire nest accompanied me. I couldn’t help but note the warlocks, of course, with their blue lips as always, as I passed by the House of the Undying. I saw Quaithe, of course, the masked...
“So, now, the Qartheen have new rulers. Three mad strumpets with spears, or so they say. They claim to have been installed by a mysterious priest named ‘Mastara,’ who is said to be from ‘west of Westeros,’ which is absurd on the face of it. We all know that nothing but more ocean lies beyond the Sunset Sea. These ladies are reportedly collecting taxes by a rather novel means ... fucking men and women whenever they fancy them and demanding pay for it like whores. If a man or woman doesn’t pay,...
“Ah, Your Grace, how good of you to join us!” I feigned surprise when Bernadette, Mistress of Whispers and King Jamie’s paramour, led the monarch into the midst of our little orgy. “What ... is going on here?” the King of Westeros asked with a mix of astonishment and lust as he felt the kisses of my vampire vixens. “We are holding a quiet little ... banquet of sorts, one with which we are honored to play hosts to the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms! Bernadette has done her work very well, I must...
After resting for what remained of the day, I arose at dusk and departed with my nest for the camp of the late King Stannis Baratheon, whereupon I found a young Princess Shireen Baratheon mourning her father at a funeral pyre. There was a special service performed by Melisandre, the Red Priestess herself, while Ser Davos Seaworth stood apart with Queen Selyse. I simply stood there quietly before the pyre and watched the flames burn away the King’s flesh. The hopes of the Baratheon host had...
“How have you fared, my friends?” I asked Jason Stackhouse while fucking Amy Burley, his girlfriend. Emely, their lover, was double-penetrated by Justen and Damon, even as Jason took on all of my vampire vixens. I had to credit the former high school football star, who more than kept up with his undead companions, impressing me as usual. He definitely had some stamina, no doubt of that. I thought back with delight at how well Andy Bellefleur performed in spite of himself with my vampire...