Chapter3 can I suck ur cock sir
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Jessica
My alarm's piercing mechanical ring pulled me from my sleep with a startle. I sat up in bed, hitting the alarm clock to silence the intruder into my dreams and sleep. I could feel my husband, Thomas, roll slightly muttering 'Jessica' before likely falling right back asleep. I never understood how he could just sleep through my alarms, but he always seemed to manage.
I sat for a moment on the edge of the bed looking at the body of my husband framed by the low morning light coming in through the bedroom windows. His chest rhythmically rose and fell in soft and shallow breaths of sleep. Looking at him lying there I once again felt the ache in my chest and stomach. That sad and sick feeling, but I pushed it aside as I have done so many times before and pushed myself out of bed.
I closed the door separating our bedroom from the bathroom, I closed my eyes before flicking the light switch turning the lights on. The bright lights still stung but quickly faded. Wrapping my blonde hair in a tight bun, I looked at myself in the mirror. Sluggishly making my way to the shower opening the glass door and twisting the knob starting the shower and warming it.
Within a few seconds, the temperature was perfect and my pajamas quickly found their way to the ground. The warm water running down my back slowly turned my skin a light pink from the heat as I stood in the flow of water. Taking a few seconds in the warmth to wake up and fight off the desire to head back to bed.
Turning towards the showerhead I allowed the water to warm and flow across my chest. Reaching for a bottle that sat on a recessed shelf behind the stone wall that the shower head was affixed to. Squirting some of the body wash into my free hand, I returned the bottle to its place. Turning away from the water again I began to lather and work the product across my body.
As my hands worked the soap across my breasts I again felt the lustful urge that had been felt last night but had gone unfulfilled. My husband had been tired again after work and had turned me down again promising that tomorrow would be a better day. I had lost track of how many tomorrows there had been so far. Each promise of tomorrow had left me satisfying my desires by myself less and less.
I again found myself with the arousal but no desire to embrace it or feed it. Instead, I sprayed some shaving cream into my hands and spread it along my legs and armpits. Grabbing the razor I propped my leg up and began to shave my legs with my butt still in the warm stream of water. Once I was done shaving I cupped some of the water and carefully splashed it across my face avoiding getting my hair wet as much as possible.
I rubbed a charcoal skin cleansing product on my face and let the product sit on my skin for a few seconds before rinsing it off carefully. Now fully awake the shower was turned off and I reached outside of the shower and grabbed my towel that was hanging there. I wrapped myself in it and began to rub it across my body drying myself.
The mirror was fogged up from all of the steam my shower had generated, per the usual. Standing in front of the mirror now I grabbed my toothbrush and wet it. As I was applying the toothpaste, I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. No, it wasn't motion; the mirror had rippled as if someone had tossed a pebble into some water.
I let out a small yelp and quickly jumped back from the mirror and what my early morning brain thought was danger. Realizing that I was not in any danger I tried to calm the beating heart that was trying to escape my body. The mirror was still intact; there was simply a circle of the mirror where the condensation must have gathered enough to run down. The circle was around seven inches in diameter and was the only spot on the mirror that was now clear of the condensation.
That was really weird, I thought as I picked up the tube of toothpaste from the ground where I had dropped it. Brushing my teeth had been uneventful otherwise. Wiping the mirror with a towel sitting on the sink cleared a big enough spot to use to apply makeup.
I checked my makeup one final time before heading to the walk-in closet. I grabbed a bra from a drawer followed by a matching pair of panties, in case I actually got lucky tonight, and lastly some black pantyhose. I dropped those items onto a small shelf in the bathroom before returning to the closet to pick a white blouse, pencil skirt, and matching blazer.
I slid my panties on and then put on my bra. Sitting on the toilet I began rolling the pantyhose up my legs, enjoying the soft feeling of my freshly shaved legs. Next came the blouse followed by putting on the pencil skirt and tucking the blouse in. I threw the blazer on and checked my makeup one final time before heading out. I glanced at the circular spot that had been clear of condensation but the mirror looked normal and all the condensation had dissipated by now.
I turned off the lights in the bathroom and headed back into the bedroom, where I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand. I made my way to the door and stopped in the threshold looking back at my sleeping husband. That feeling was back; in truth, I think it was always there but I could ignore it some of the time. I turned back and walked to his side of the bed. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead while he slept, whispering that I loved him, then exited the bedroom closing the door behind me.
I pulled a gallon of milk, a small plastic container, and some cream cheese from the fridge. I set the items on the island and took a bagel from the bag on the counter and dropped the halves into the toaster. I crossed the kitchen and turned on my coffee machine. My husband would always tease me about my version of coffee and how it couldn't truly be called coffee. He had always liked black coffee with nothing in it, but I could never stomach it.
I filled the plastic container with milk and inserted the container into the side of the coffee machine. My travel mug was already sitting beneath the machine ready to go. I threw in a pod of espresso and hit the start button for my macchiato and the soft pumping noise filled the kitchen. The toaster popped up with my bagel. I grabbed a plate and put the two halves on it, applying cream cheese to the halves.
I started eating one of the bagel halves while I put the gallon of milk back into the fridge. One half of the bagel was finished when the coffee machine gave a soft chime stating it was done. I took the container of milk out of the machine and put it back into the fridge while eating half of the remaining bagel. I put the bagel down and squirted a few shots of flavored syrup into my travel mug with my coffee. I make this coffee every morning but today it seemed the travel mug was fuller today.
I shrugged it off as just one of those things in life and grabbed my purse slinging it over my shoulder. I dropped the plate into the sink before heading for the garage. The garage door opened, the car started and a few seconds later the garage door closed. I was on my way to work.
Commuting had never really bothered me, but as of late it has been something I dread more and more. A half-hour alone with my thoughts on my way to work led me back to that sick feeling and trying to fix it. The problem was that I wasn't sure that there was a way to fix it or change the course that seemed to be set. It always brought with it the sadness, the deep sadness you can really feel.
I couldn't let myself cry right now, I was not going to ruin my makeup and have to fix it in the parking lot of work, again. A few deep breaths helped to push the feeling down far enough inside of me that I could mostly ignore it. A half-hour later I was pulling into the parking lot at work and hadn't ruined my makeup, so the first win of the day.
My work phone had spent its commute to work vibrating every thirty seconds or so in my purse. I already knew that today was going to be a busy day. Not that it was anything new, but I embraced it because it kept me focused elsewhere. The elevator doors opened and I stepped in along with three other people in business attire. Hitting the button for the twelfth floor I stepped to the back of the elevator.
Two stops later I was on my office's floor, well, one of the floors that we had in this building. I got off the elevator and carefully balanced my coffee while digging through my purse to find my ID badge. My hand hit it and I pulled it from my purse and pressed it against the RFID reader at the door to the office. The door responded with a click as it retracted the lock and let me enter.
I made it to my office and set the coffee down on my desk then closed the blinds to the full-length windows in my office overlooking the city. Pausing for a moment I decided instead to keep the blinds open; today was going to be a good day and I should have the sun shining in on it. Settling down at my desk I woke my computer and logged in. My inbox was full of emails with more slowly joining the pile.
Such was the life in Public Relations: always fires and everything needing to be done yesterday. I scrolled down my inbox until I got to the last email I read yesterday. Taking a long sip of my coffee I opened the first email of the day and began reading through the message. A surprised expression appeared on my face as I swallowed. My coffee tasted so good today; it seemed warmer than usual as I drank it and I felt really good.
I took a few more sips before putting my travel mug down and focused myself on the emails in front of me. I worked through a chunk of the emails before having more of my coffee. It didn't take me long before I had finished the entire mug, after having tried to drain every drop from it.
Maybe I should have tried to take care of myself in the shower this morning because obviously, that urge was still there. My body felt warm and almost tingly. I also noticed that my breathing had changed to a deeper and shorter rhythm. I must have drunk too much caffeine too quickly, not a good start.
I got up and headed towards the break room on this floor to get a water bottle from the fridge. I don't know what had gotten into me but on my walk to the break room I passed several of my coworkers and lustful thoughts kept popping into my head. I passed by one of our vice president's assistants and I could feel a small ember in my loins grow a little brighter and stronger.
I had always been more of a modest and reserved woman but at that moment I wanted nothing more than to press him up against the hallway wall and kiss him passionately. Not a passionate kiss, a lustful kiss filled with need and desire. I felt the warmth spread across my cheeks but I couldn't stop this train of thought.
What was going on with me? I didn't think I was in this deprived of a state but perhaps I hadn't realized how much I needed to be fed in that area, so to speak. How would, what was his name, I know this. Why was thinking seeming to be so much more difficult? Charles, that was his name, in his mid-twenties but that wasn't an issue.
How would Charles react to me suddenly coming on to him? Would he reciprocate the feeling of lust? Would he embrace my advance and let me take him and use his body? Quench this fire that had started burning in me? Whose thoughts were these? Surely they were not mine, yet I wanted them to be mine.
No, I was married and had a husband that I loved dearly. I couldn't hurt him like that just to feed my own desires, no matter how unsatisfied I was as of late. That desire was there though and for some reason, it was much stronger than usual today. I would have to put those needs and desires aside for now so that I could focus on the workday. Add it to the pile of issues I was ignoring.
Charles passed me in the hall and I felt momentary relief for not acting on my impulses. A sexual harassment lawsuit would not be a good issue to have to deal with. I turned the corner and had arrived at the breakroom. Pulling open the fridge I grabbed a cool water bottle and held it against the side of my neck alternating every few seconds. I know that I am too young for menopause, so what was going on?
I had made my way back to my office and settled in for the day. Other than the constant hum of arousal in the back of my mind the day was fairly average. A mid-morning meeting was much more difficult to focus on than normal but I made it through. One of the PR firm's clients had an issue where one of their executives had said some questionable statements and were trying to limit the damage to the company and distance themselves. Pretty standard boilerplate work and the playbook on these types of situations was pretty well scripted.
I ordered some food online for lunch once back in my office, the bright afternoon sun lighting my office. Spending the entire morning in such an aroused state had left my vagina feeling sore from the lack of attention. My heart rate still felt deeper and my chest had that tightness that accompanies arousal. I couldn't remember the last time that I felt this way for such a long time. Maybe I could slip into one of the bathrooms and quietly take care of myself.
My lunch wasn't supposed to arrive for another half hour so I had enough time to make an attempt. I left my office and made my way to one of the bathrooms on this floor. As I entered, another employee was exiting and I flashed a smile as we passed each other. Once in the bathroom, I selected the stall furthest from the door hoping that would ensure I wouldn't be disturbed.
I reached under my skirt and grabbed the sides of my pantyhose and pulled them down to my mid-thigh then pulled up my skirt around my waist. I sat down on the toilet seat and could feel my heartbeat in my ears and eyes. Before today I would have never thought to do something like this, let alone find myself doing it. My vagina was aching to be touched or filled.
I slipped my right hand into my panties gliding my hand over my mound and lips avoiding my clit this early. I was greeted with wetness that I had not been expecting. My fingers slid over my lubricated lips effortlessly as I teased my warm opening. My breathing had increased and I could feel the warmth. Taking my middle finger I circled my opening twice ensuring that the finger was wet enough before slowly beginning to push it into myself.
I almost couldn't bite back the moan that wanted to escape my lips. I realized that I had closed my eyes and tilted my head back. The jarring sound of the bathroom door opening followed by one of the stall doors opening and then slamming shut startled me and caused me to flinch. I pulled my finger from myself and tried to remain as quiet as I could I felt the embarrassment of what I had been doing wash over me accompanied by a hot burning in my cheeks.
I couldn't believe myself; what was I thinking? I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my juices off of my fingers. Tossing it into the toilet I grabbed another wad and wiped my wet vagina trying to dry it as much as I could. I knew my panties had to be pretty wet already based on what I had felt but I didn't want to make it any worse. I stood up tossing the rest of the toilet paper and pulled up my pantyhose and my skirt down.
I checked that everything was in order before flushing the toilet and exiting the stall. My reflection in the mirror showed me the blush that was still slightly present on my face, but it was fading. I washed my hands letting the cold water try and subdue my arousal slightly. When I got back to my office only ten minutes had passed. Looks like I would be hungry in two regards, but only one would be satisfied in twenty minutes.
Lunch had been good and the rest of the day passed more slowly than usual but ultimately ended and I packed up my purse and headed home. On my commute home I wondered if I should tell my husband about today at work. How horny I had been and the fact that I was about ready to masturbate in the bathroom at work. Maybe he would find it a funny story to laugh about, or maybe he would judge me. I suppose it could even insult him: his wife would rather masturbate at work in a bathroom than have sex with him.
That wasn't entirely my fault though; we both certainly had a hand in the situation we have found ourselves in. Less initiation, less romance, and drifting apart was the rut we had both fallen into. I think we both tried to make efforts here and there but weren't always on the same page at the right time.
My mind drifted to when we had first begun dating. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. So many nights spent at each other's apartment with so few hours of sleep occurring. We would spend entire days on the weekend nude in the apartment just lounging around having sex and relaxing. There were a number of marathon sessions as well as spontaneous sex when he recovered and reloaded from the previous session. Lying in bed with our bodies intertwined, sweaty, and basking in the post-sex rush was something I could never imagine slowly fading from us.
Thomas was also a generous lover, always making sure I was satisfied. He would spend as long as he needed between my legs slowly working his tongue on my sex until I become too sensitive after so many orgasms. Even thinking of these memories now caused my arousal to grow again, desiring to be back in those moments. So satisfied and blissful.
Before I knew it I was pulling into my driveway and had parked the car in the garage. I made my way into the house dropping off my purse on a small table next to the garage door. I made my way to the bedroom where I removed my blazer and unzipped my skirt. I threw the blouse into the laundry hamper along with the skirt. I unclasped my bra and tossed it onto the bed. It always felt so good to me at the end of the day to take off my bra, so freeing.
I grabbed some exercise clothes and put them on. Now on to my favorite part of the day, I thought sarcastically to myself. I turned on the lights to the basement and headed down to the area where I had an exercise bike set up in front of a TV. I turned on a show that I had been watching and began pedaling away. How much I wished that I could just eat and not have to exercise; a girl can dream though.
An hour later I was done biking; grabbing a towel from a pile I dabbed the sweat from my face as I headed back upstairs. I threw the exercise clothes into the laundry hamper and took off the sports bra. I slipped on some PJs and made my way back to the kitchen. Next up was the nightly tradition of standing in front of the open fridge trying to figure out what I wanted to eat for dinner. More accurately, try to limit how much I could eat for dinner.
I didn't really feel like cooking tonight so that would limit my choices pretty quickly. An omelet sounded fantastic, but I was too tired to put in the effort required to prepare one. I landed on the leftover Chinese food that was in the fridge; it was from two days ago so it was still good. I put the fried rice into a bowl and began warming it in the microwave while I did the same to the beef and broccoli. Carrying the now warmed food over to the couch I plopped down on the cushions and searched through one of my streaming services trying to find something to watch.
I settled on some action thriller movie that made no promises to be good but would at least be entertaining. I turned off the lights and started up the movie. I began working through my dinner as the movie progressed. Halfway through I had finished my dinner and headed back to the kitchen for a snack as I was still hungry. I grabbed a bag of chips and settled back in to finish the movie.
Near the end of the movie, I heard the garage door opening and knew Thomas was home. He made his way into the house greeting me and asking what I was watching. I told him nothing worth watching and he gave me a quick 'hmm' and made his way to the kitchen. The movie ended while he was cooking something for his dinner. The smell had quickly filled the house and it was enticing. I dropped my dishes off in the dishwasher and gave him a kiss on his cheek and told him that I was going to head upstairs and get ready to go to bed. He said he would be up shortly once he ate dinner.
Upon arriving at the master bathroom I grabbed my toothbrush putting a squirt of toothpaste on it before wetting it. As I brought the toothbrush to my mouth I saw something white attached to the mirror. It looked like a piece of white silicone that was wet. Had my husband gone out and bought a sex toy for us to try and stuck it to the bathroom mirror as a way of introducing it to me?
Still holding my toothbrush in one hand I reached my other hand out to grab the sex toy on the mirror. Once my hand got close to the white object it began to move and squirm. The sudden motion startled me, causing me to scream and drop my toothbrush on the ground. I quickly ran out of the bathroom closing the door behind me as I exited.
My scream must have been pretty loud as Thomas came bounding up the stairs to find out what was going on. I was standing frozen outside of the bathroom door trying to understand what I had seen and why it had scared me so much. "Did you put a sex toy on the mirror that moves? It scared the shit out of me," I said to Thomas as I lightly slapped his arm.
"What are you talking about? I didn't put anything on the mirror."
"If you didn't do it then who put it on our mirror?"
I could tell by the confused look on Thomas's face that he had no idea what I was talking about. He walked past me to the bathroom door and turned the knob opening the door quickly. "Very funny, you had me going for a second," he said from the bathroom.
I didn't understand what he meant. I joined him in the bathroom looking at the mirror but whatever I had seen or thought I saw was no longer there. That couldn't be; I saw it hanging there and nearly touched it before it moved. I squatted down looking on the ground to see if the motion had caused it to fall down but there was no sign of it. I stood back up, so confused.
"OK, you got me. I'm going to go finish my dinner while it is still warm. Thanks for the mini heart attack," Thomas said as he made his way out of the bathroom and back downstairs.
I looked around the bathroom again doubting my own sanity. Had I really completely imagined the sex toy? Was I so horny that my brain was adding sex toys to my surroundings? I still hadn't taken care of my needs from earlier in the day and it wasn't likely Thomas would be coming back up to join me.
I picked up my toothbrush off the ground making a disgusted face at the now dirty toothbrush. I set it on the counter and decided that I should take care of myself. I slid open the glass door to the shower and turned on the water. I slipped off my pajamas and stood outside the shower waiting for it to warm up. Once it was an acceptable level I put my hair up into a bun and stepped into the warm stream of water.
My skin started turning a light shade of pink as the water ran over my body. I stood with my back in the water and thought back to how I felt this morning. That sexual hunger and desire that had been coursing through me. I began to slowly run my hands up my torso, slowing around my breasts, just teasing the borders of my nipples. I closed my eyes and traced my fingers down my torso and down my thighs.
I traced lines from my inner thighs, teasing my vagina by avoiding it and continuing the lines up my chest to my breasts again. My breath began to slowly become more shallow as my arousal grew and my body responded to my touch. The ache in my moistening slit was growing stronger as I got myself ready. I leaned my shoulder against the shower wall as my hands continued their work.
Had my eyes been open I might have seen the slight shadows being cast on the now fogged-up shower door. An almost fluid motion, yet slow. My eyes were closed tight so that dancing shadows from the bathroom lights went completely unnoticed.
Finally, it was time. I traced a line from my right breast down to my mound. I slowly rubbed myself there before lifting my hand from my mound, passing over my clit and pressing my fingers against my now wet lips. I slowly began to work my fingers around, spreading my wetness to my fingers. Then I slowly began to insert my middle finger into my warm lips.
I worked my finger the full length slowly before pulling it almost completely out to push it back in at the same speed. I had always enjoyed the buildup and taking my time to reach my orgasms. My slow and steady pace continued while my left hand fondled my left breast. Slight moans were escaping my lips but were drowned out by the water of the shower.
The speed of the shadow grew as it was cast on the shower doors as well as on me. It seemed to become more lively in its motions. Of course, I hadn't noticed it or the changes it was showing. I was slowly losing myself in my little bubble of pleasure.
It was finally time for me to bring my left hand from my breast down to my clit. I dipped my index finger between my folds coating it with my juices before gently pressing it against my nub. It was already sensitive so I started slowly rubbing it as I began fingering myself with my index and middle finger. I would take my time gradually increasing my speed and intensity until it was time.
The warm water running over my back, my fingers working my sex and the complete bliss I was feeling was perfectly intoxicating. I thought that there was nothing that could ruin this moment. I was unaware that the first shadow had now been joined by another casting its darkness on the shower and me. I kept working on bringing myself to my orgasm.
My fingers inside of me kept rubbing my G-spot as my index finger worked my clit in time with it. I was getting close as I could feel my hips begin to slightly buck with the sensations. I kept my steady pace, pushing along. There were now four shadows being cast, each moving much more lively than before.
I was about to plunge over the precipice; I could feel it coming. I kept my pace and continued to work my body as my hips gyrated with a mind of their own. With another rub of my clit I could feel my orgasm spreading through me. In an instant, I could tell that this orgasm was different. My legs began to shake hard and my hips bucked as if I had been electrocuted. A loud mixture of a moan and a gasp unwillingly escaped my lips as I quickly twisted my head and pressed my mouth into my shoulder trying to muffle the sound.
My head began to feel light as the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my life worked its way through my body. I had been so focused on what I was feeling I hadn't even realized that my fingers were still working away. Just as the first orgasm began to fade the second hit me, even stronger than the first. I twisted my body and leaned my back against the glass shower wall. Little did I know that glass wall was all that was separating me from whatever was casting those shadows.
I came hard and hard to lean myself against the shower walls to keep myself from falling if I blacked out from these orgasms. My hands finally stopped and I used one of them to stabilize myself against another wall of the shower. My breathing was short deep breaths as I let the rest of the final orgasm fade. My hips still twitched a little but that soon stopped. I stood there enjoying the strongest orgasms I had ever had in my life.
Once they completely faded I opened my eyes to see something that confused me. On the back wall of the shower, several shadows were moving as if several tree branches were blowing in the wind, but there were no windows in the bathroom. My heart rate increased as I could feel it beating hard in my chest. Someone was in the bathroom, but I wasn't sure that it was Thomas. I pressed myself against the shower wall opposite the glass door and tried to see through the heavily fogged door.
I couldn't see anything. "Thomas, is that you?" There was no response other than the shadows continuing to move through the air. I was trapped; the only way out was through the shower door. I swallowed a deep breath and readied myself.
I grabbed the glass door and quickly opened it while preparing to run through whoever was in my bathroom and get to Thomas. I stood there frozen unable to move. There was no one there; the bathroom was completely empty. That didn't make any sense; someone had to have been there. I closed the shower door and sure enough, the shadows were no longer being cast.
I tentatively exited the shower grabbing a towel from a rack and wrapping it around myself. I tiptoed to the bathroom door opening it but the bedroom was also empty. Had I imagined the shadows? Was I losing it? My phone was still on the counter and if someone had broken in that would be the first they would have taken so that I couldn't call for help, right?
I closed the bathroom door and stood back in front of the sink. Just like this morning, there was a circle where no condensation had formed on the mirror. Only this time there were now four circles. "That's so weird," I said aloud while running my hand through the condensation into one of the dry circles. I was bothered by it but figured there was some simple explanation for it.
I grabbed my toothbrush squirting some hand soap on it before rubbing it to clean it. I repeated this three times before rinsing the toothbrush for a good two minutes to make sure all the soap was gone. I brushed my teeth and did my nightly skincare routine.
I was already snuggled up with the blankets in bed with the lights out before Thomas made it upstairs. I could hear him in the bathroom getting ready for bed as I lay there in the darkness. Soon enough the bathroom door opened and the bathroom light turned off. I felt him get into bed next to me. It didn't take long for his breathing to become shallow as I knew he was asleep.
I was still thinking about the powerful orgasms I had just had. The other thought I couldn't shake was how much I wanted to have been able to share those orgasms with Thomas. Him inside of me as I nearly blacked out from the intensity. Riding him through the orgasms until my body had to give up. It was another night without that opportunity, but perhaps tomorrow would be different, it already felt like it would be.
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The new class of training will have 12 weeks of training because it’s a large class 40 girl and 10 boys. The training will be starting in two weeks right now they are being seen by the doctor I will be observing looking for some new dom’s or dommes. I have one of the subs bring two of the girls in, so I can talk to them. The first one in her name is Julia 18 she is a manly looking girl, so I know she is gay the other girl looks shell shocked Beth 16 is her name I think. I begin by asking them...
Well as you all learned in previous chapter I was forced by Jackie Grandma to break up with long time Fiancée Jackie after she learned that Jackie and I had made love in back seat of my vehicle and our plans to make love once again after homecoming. So that left me one without a Girlfriend and second without an guaranteed date for my first ever homecoming. I started to attend Northside high school that fall. To be honest I only attend my base school for first part of the day then the second...
It was lunchtime the following Wednesday when one of the young men entered the last men’s room stall, saw the hole, and decided to check it out. We had draped a black cloth over the men’s hole so that they couldn’t see anything in the storeroom, although the light level was pretty low as well. We could tell that he tried to look into it by pushing on the cloth, but obviously couldn’t see anything. He either recognized the idea of a “glory hole” or just took a chance. In any case, suddenly a...
Chapter TwoBack in her room, Kari thought back on what had just happened. Daddy had been very direct earlier and things just happened. There was no time to think or decide. Daddy simply instructed her. But in a way that made her feel feminine despite her outward appearance. That hadn’t ever been the case before. She realized she had an opportunity to let herself go completely and be a woman 24/7 on this trip. No matter how she might be dressed. In her mind, she was all woman. And she knew Daddy...
CHAPTER TWO Again stunning girl selected set up. for no other reason than, she appealed to certain members who on discovering her. Will have watched her, probably for a few weeks. Then set up when circumstances became suitable.Now they will systematically torture both girls slowly, in the torture chamber they have. It will be milder torture,, but frequently they will be subject to the wooden horse, in short spells.Light , birch-ing whipping etc. Nothing too extreme they won't even break the...
Chapter 12- More of JA at the LidoIt was a conflict inside me. On one hand, I value personal freedom. On the other, it was fascinating to have a woman tell me she wanted someone to control her. Thus began a balancing act of trying to let JA live out her fantasies while not causing her harm. And, I did not want things to go to my head either.That first night at The Lido, I told JA to suck off as many men as she wanted to do and found the color of the cock mattered nothing to her. Nor the size....
Chapter 7- It should be Chapter 8 as I Wrote About M EarlierI was still in the army. My leave had ended and I had to return to my temporary assignment in Texas knowing it would not be too long before I would get another opportunity to see M again. I had to travel to Arizona for a couple of weeks to teach a course at the MI school at the fort southeast of Tucson. M and I chatted by phone every night. I loved the sound of her voice.During one of those conversations, she told me she was...
Chapter 5- Finishing my Education and Beginning a CareerFollowing my Sophomore summer, I returned to school with an improved GPA (I took a B back in French and an A in the Music History course- Sue managed a C even with her sexy notes on her thighs). That got my fine arts requirement out of the way. Academically, things got easier for me as I had that pesky foreign language out of the way and did not need to spend hours in the language lab listening to the drone of French and having to attempt...
Chapter Two sees Dan's wife, Helen, bound, tied-up, blindfolded and helpless. Unbeknown to her and against her will she is about to get her slutty wet hairy cunt well and truly creampied ... and more .... http://xhamster.com/user/focussystemsChapter Three of Helen’s Slutty Hairy Cunt: Creampie surprise I was consumed with utter horny lust and I was drooling precum from my cock and my mouth was salivating as well. Fuck, I needed to be so deep inside Helen’s warm and wet slutty hairy fanny...
PreludeThis story is about a sexy mature curvaceous women, Helen, with super juicy big tits, a lovely big shaped arse and a scrumptious juicy wet hairy fanny. I have lost count as to the number of times I have wanked over her. Encouraged by her hubby, Dan, I have written this story based on my own fantasy about what I want to do to Helen and how I want to use the fuck out of her slutty wet hairy gash. The story is a slow build-up to full on erotic dirty sex with bdsm, restraint, anal, pissing...
A story about ravaging lucky Dan's hairy pussy wife. . . Chapter Two of Helen’s Slutty Hairy Cunt: Bound and helplessIt was now fuck Dan’s wife day. The two weeks had surpassed and I was very pleased they had flown by so quickly as I really could not wait to be inside Helen’s hairy pussy. It was Dan that had taken the initiative and had managed to identify and book an ideal hidden away remote cottage for the weekend, for him and Helen to rent out. And so here I was, waiting inside my car,...
Previously in Chapter four… I started to cum and I fucked my son. “Oh, I am cumming again.” I screamed. “Eric Cum with me.” I urged.Eric then pulled me forward, bring our faces together and kissed me. And he held me tight, leaning forward against his chest and he began fucking me with a vengeance. He was arching his hips and pounding my pussy with powerful upward thrusts, forcing wave upon wave of orgasms across my core.He fucked me violently like this for about 45 seconds, and then he...
IncestThis is my Chapter One of my personal story. This is not a story about c***d m*****ation but rather a story of true familysex. I was never m*****ed but very well loved in a very loving family. Please read it and commit to me on it and pardon the many errors of good grammar. That day started out like many of them had with Mom licking my little slit and I sucking and licking just the head of my Daddy's big cock. I was an only c***d and was home-schooled so I had all the attention I needed from my...
#1 ‘Dear Diary, Today it begins. Love.’ _________________________ The entry was as simple as that. 6 shots of Amarula, Bruised bones, Catfights, and a day later, Vienna was almost smearing war paint on her face. Her new air of confidence and new lease to life made it easy for her to lead this madness she had caught. She picked up her phone and dialled a number. The phone rang twice before an unfamiliar voice answered it. ‘I thought you blacklisted me?’, he said ‘It’s time for some sex,...
< 016 - ? >I felt disgusted with myself for days. For allowing that to happen. For actually enjoying myself, for taking the money and for returning to that grim place. The money ended up in my piggy bank and I never touched it for weeks. True to his word he did not approach me again. After a few weeks I resorted to daring to touch myself again and the relief was enormous.The occasion went out of my head and the weeks and months rolled by happily. When I saw Jenna pull up, early summer...
#1 "Dear Diary, Today it begins. Love." _______________________ The entry was as simple as that. 6 shots of Amarula, Bruised bones, Catfights, and a day later, Vienna was almost smearing war paint on her face. Her new air of confidence and new lease to life made it easy for her to lead this madness she had caught.She picked up her phone and dialled a number.The phone rang twice before an unfamiliar voice answered it. "I thought you...
NovelsA direct continuation of the last story. Sorry to disappoint, no sex in this one xD Hey, there cant be sex in everything right? Dont worry though, therell be plenty of it in future chapters. This is a set up chapter for the rest of the story, and since Im a guy who appreciates plot and development over random sex scenes thrown together, this is what ya get. Hope you like it though ——————————————————————————————– [TWO DAYS LATER] I felt weird. The past few days had crept by very slowly as I...
Introduction: Continues the Amy series. Ive skipped the years of high school as being not very particularly engrossing. My years between ages 14 and 18 were fairly unremarkable, sexually. Well, unremarkable isnt really the right word, but if youve read prior chapters, you can write that chapter for yourself. Mark and I were solid soulmates. Neither of us had mentioned marriage, but I know that we both understood that after college that was where we were headed. Sex was regular and wonderful,...
Chapter one: That nameless feeling"If there is one thing I've learned in the past 25 years, it's that a woman's clit can be a VERY evil and needy thing,... Once it's shown something better, it will relentlessly throb for it. Just know, the monster that lives at the very most bottom level of pandora's box isn't Cthulhu,... No, the monster that lives at that level Is the prettiest pink and flawlessly shaped clit you have ever seen, & as a man you just can not help but WANT to please it,...
Notice!This is a fantasy story that contains material that may be offensive to some readers. It is set in medieval era with many horrors and monsters of supernatural origin. Throughout the chapters you can expect sex of many kind including heterosexual and homosexual, transgender, oral, vaginal, anal, **** including **** by monsters, demons and Gods, magic, death, and more. All characters that are portrayed in a sexual nature are at least 18 years of age. You have been warned…Chapter One, the...
Author’s Note: You may want to go back to the earlier chapters as some characters will be reintroduced or referenced in this new chapter.Jaycee hasn’t seen Mel much the last few weeks after she told him of her STD scare and now the reality of pregnancy being mostly out of the question. Surprisingly, this new reality for Jaycee felt like an immense weight lifted from her shoulders. Mostly because the relief of knowing that she will not have to test the strength of her marriage by making Mike...
Chapter #2 21 Days And A Wake Up I could hear each heart beat resonate through my head as I tried my best to control my breathing. With beads of sweat trickling down the sides of my face, I relaxed as much as I could, setting the distance for about a hundred and seventy five yards. Spreading my legs out a bit further, I wiped the sweat from my right eye, leveled my rifle and closed my left. I could barely see the small piece of black as I took in a deep breath, let it half out and took up the...
Chapter #1 A Good Boy Acting Badly ‘Stephen’s just a good boy acting badly,’ is how my grandmother used to phrase it talking to my mom. ‘He doesn’t mean to be bad, he just can’t help it sometimes.’ But that never cut it with my dad though. You see, trouble just seemed to follow me, and always too close for comfort. Like the time we were throwing apples at cars. I threw one and as luck would have it, the guy’s window was down and I hit him square in the side of the head. He lost control and...
"Dad, what the hell was that for?" she asks while following me out of the room. "We have to be over to Kelli and Tim's house in an hour and you're still in your pajamas. If you want to go like that, be my guest, but I know you." I sit down on the couch and turn on SportsCenter. "Ugh, why didn't you wake me sooner? You know I still have to shower and put my makeup on." She storms back upstairs and slams the bathroom door. "Well you have 45 minutes to get both those done," I yell...
To be honest, this week has been quite lame. Tina and me have not talked, I have not seen Sarah and I spent the week working at the cafe and preparing for coming exams. Remember the grindr boy I talked to at Saint Patrick's party? well, I did not even have time to hook up with him. He is not gorgeous, but looks worth a fuck. He is not super interested into me, at least he does not stalk, which I am thankful to him for. In terms of chaturbate, I finally had a change to broadcast yesterday...
Andre- I look at the 8 girls I will be training some of them are nice looking and I am going to enjoy fucking them as they kneel looking scare and they should be I have to prove myself. Cindy a white girl with blonde hair. Angel a Hispanic short girl. Kim a black girl with big breast. Leann another white girl with black hair. Candace another white girl with brown hair. Regina who looks mixed she has a nice ass. Rebecca who is black and Emily another white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. I...
Master D- When I first met Danny when he was selling drugs to take care of his mother who was sick. As it turns out the boy is a straight killer when other dealers got out of line he made them pay so he has blood on his hands. I know he knows how to fuck because I have seen him in action, so he will be a good fit for us. I go over what he will be making a week and although its less than what he was making on the street he is still interested in being trained he knows that the streets get hot...
Well after dating Christy for whole year thing seem to have slack off between the two of us. She was spending more and more of her time helping her parents with raising her little brother. This was starting to effect our relationship or at least I thought so and fact in senior year in high school I opt to go full time at A R Burton How did this war start well it all started when I stupidly wrote Christy a heart full letter basically pouring my feelings out to her which I guess she took the...
A week later... It only had been only a week since Stephanie and I had made love and during that next week I was riddled with guilt knowing for second time in less that year I had been unfaithful sexually to the woman who I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I didn’t really want to tell Jackie about what happened with Stephanie and I just week before because I had this overwhelming feeling this time around Jackie would decide to break up with me for sure. But like the old saying...
Who told you all this I over heard some girls that’s all , well It could only be one of thee April Sue or Jan I had sex with them . Alright yes I admit it yes it was them I overheard it is not my fault well will you fuck me too as good this evening why not now? Chapter fourteen Sue moves out April decides to stay at home her mom has moved . I was thinking this evening so the would not walk in on us now I do not care if they do alright . I want you to lick my virgin pussy...
I rolled off her held her close to me passionately kissing her it was two thirty Sunday morning today they would all leave . I hate to see them go but they have finals and well summers just around the corner and who knows what's next ? Chapter Thirteen Sex at Camp A few week's have passed it’s the middle of may June is just around the corner sue is rounding out nicely I'm think it's a girl . She is Carrying the baby low I am beginning to think April's a little jealous she does...
Chapter 1: I watched as 22 year old Laura Sherman exited Yorkdale Mall. She was with her boyfriend Mike. But I didn't pay any attention to him; my eyes fell on Laura. She was a beautiful girl with very pale skin. Her hair was completely blonde and in a ponytail which always bounced around as she walked. Her light blue sweater and jeans made her the center of everyone's attention. Her butt always shook up and down as she walked catching all the men's eyes. She was in everyone's opinion,...
Chapter two Walking across the parking lot of the truckstop towards the motel, Mel could faintly smell her cunt over the aroma of oil and diesel fumes. Her miniskirt was so short, the night breeze blew across the lips of her freshly shaved cunt, giving her a slight thrill. Opening the lobby door, Mel walked into the lobby. It smelled of years stale cigarette smoke, stale fast food, stale beer, and stale dreams. Even though she had never seen him before, Mel immediately recognized the man...
I was trying to get some paperwork done, but couldn’t concentrate very well. I kept thinking about what my wife had done to Christy and how that beautiful young thing was going to be coming back at about 3pm. I checked my wife’s office at about 2:30 and she wasn’t there. I walked all the way through to the other side and asked her assistant about it and she said that my wife had run out on some errands and would be back by 3. I went back to my office and told my assistant that she could leave...
Christy was a little busty, probably only a C cup, but plenty busty for such a young thing. She had strawberry blonde hair, a small waist, and those great womanly hips that were so good to dig your fingers into when you were fucking doggy style. She was probably only 5’3”, but was a little healthy girl at about 130 pounds. Veronica was saying to Christy, “Just check it out. When I was in here last week some guy stuck his dick through the hole and I sucked it off. I think the men’s room is on...
My wife and I decided to get out of the fast lane of the high tech world. We had an opportunity to take jobs that were offered to us by a friend who knew we were a little burned out. He was on the board of a private school that dealt with children or young adults who were trying to get their lives together. It was for those who had made the tough decision to try to get a high school diploma after run-ins with the law. It was a kind of boarding school for miscreants. Since we both had advanced...
Introduction: Here is Chapter VI of the Amy series. Friday came and we went to the airport to pick them up. They came down the ramp, and Amy, now thirteen, was ravishing. She had on a silk blouse which fell easily over her pointed breasts, which were now large enough to belong to a woman. Perky is the term. I realized that mine were only slightly behind hers, though. She was wearing yellow shorts which showed off her tight little ass, and caused glances from every male who passed by. She was...
Every year, in late May, my family and I go on a camping trip with the Wright family. My parents had known the Wrights for years. Their family consisted of Jane, the mother, Ron, the father, and their son Chris. We only went to see them once or twice a year because they lived in California and we lived in Texas. I was most excited when my parents told me that Chris would be going on the trip. He had not gone the past three years and I had not seen him in a long time. My parents trusted me...
Introduction: This continues the Amy series. A comment on a previous chapter complained that the same old stuff was getting boring. Yeah, probably. There are only so many ways to describe these things, and Ive done my best to spice them up, but Amy isnt into bestiality or buttfucking, so if its boring, maybe its time to find another storyline or author. Thanks for reading to all those who may still enjoy her story. School started in early September, and I turned 14 a few days later. My mother...
Introduction: This is Chapter IV of the Amy story. Read the others first, if you want to know how we got here. The school year went pretty much that way. After tennis and track season, we had more time, and enjoyed ourselves. We had sex every day that we could, and during this time, that was pretty much every day. If we had to miss a day, we were both highly charged at our next session. Neither of us told anyone. I knew he would never brag about it, and I had no reason to tell anyone. However,...
Introduction: I am reposting this chapter, since there seems to be some problem with the other one. This continues the Amy series. Friday came and we went to the airport to pick them up. They came down the ramp, and Amy, now thirteen, was ravishing. She had on a silk blouse which fell easily over her pointed breasts, which were now large enough to belong to a woman. Perky is the term. I realized that mine were only slightly behind hers, though. She was wearing yellow shorts which showed off her...
Chapter 2: Monday – Richard returns alone. I was home alone on Monday, Jim was at work, when the doorbell rang. I was not expecting anyone. I looked at the clock and it was just past 11 a.m. I opened the door and it was Richard. “Is it OK, if I grab some of the tools we left here Saturday? We were a little distracted when we left” he said with a smirk of sorts. “Sure, go ahead.” I responded. I was wearing a white tee shirt, no bra, and some gym shorts. I felt my pulse quicken and my nipples...
Introduction: Although this fictional account may be read alone, it is a continuation of Chapter I — Amy. For the first few days after I returned from Houston, I often pleasured myself. Most of the time, I would simply rub my clit until I reached orgasm. Usually, I would do it twice, and rarely more often. I would imagine it was Amys fingers rather than mine, but it only took the edge off. It was not nearly so pleasurable as with Amy. At times, I imagined sex with a boy, but I had no experience...
Chapter Two:- Marie. My husband and I had agreed I could tease Liam through seduction but would go no further than sucking his cock and possibly being pleasured by him so that my pussy was prepared for my husbands’ return. Walking up the drive in my sleek stilettos, I can feel my husband-Sean-watching my arse, I give a cheeky wiggle before glancing to him in the car. He smiles at me and blows a kiss. I return the gesture before letting myself in. Going into the lounge, Liam rises from the...
Introduction: This story is purely fiction. Any similarity to any persons or circumstances is coincidental Chapter I The summer when I was eleven, Amy came to stay with us for a month. This was not the first time she had stayed with us in the summer, of course. Amy was my cousin, the daughter of my fathers twin brother, and until we were six years old, lived next door to me. We were only two weeks apart in age, but because our birth dates came at just the wrong time, she was a year ahead of me...
Introduction: Another day for Jeff Chapter 4 They were sure they would get married some day and Jeff always treated Julie very special she meant a lot to him. He was remembering one time in particular that made them sort of know that they would marry some day. They were at the outdoor theater with his parents car one of those family types you know the roomy kind. Well anyway, they had gotten into the back seat for the extra room and comfort and nuzzled up to one another. Jeff had his arm...
Chapter One- Sean My wife has always been a beautiful woman. When we met the first thing I noticed about her was the signature red lipstick she always wears. She is a slender woman of 5’5′ with a mane of raven hair. Despite ten years of marriage, she is a young, healthy thirty-five year old. Her sweet DD tits and cute arse are regularly showcased in pretty lingerie and flattering clothes. Marie-my wife- is a high school teacher who enjoys an active social life and a loving marriage. Lately my...