Greta the Reluctant Princess
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This story is mine and if someboy wants to put it up on a different site should ask me first. There are some scenes which are not suited to minors so if you aren?t 18 years old stop reading now. But before I begin a little explanation for my absent of late. Four months have passed since I put up the sales ad for my wife (unknown to her but in agreement with Domme Mistress Stacey Lynne which is all what counts). Since then me and my family have moved to a different country and things...
This sequel to "from gary to greta" is written by me and is called "from gary to greta part ii a" in order to show the different ideas I had with the story before my domme mistress whose name will not be revealed wrote her sequels to my original story. As time will tell her stories do have a different approach than mine. Nevertheless I believe they are both worth reading. One of her sequels was posted yesterday and there are quite a few more to come I believe on a day to day basis because...
GESTAPO SS-LIEUTENANT Hans Von Yurt stood at ramrod stiff attention before the desk of his Commandant, SS-Oberf ührer Otto Stemp and watched and listened as the man ranted and raved, banging his fist on the desk for emphasis. He had rarely seen the man this angry. So far, SS-Lieutenant Von Yurt had no idea why the man was yelling at him about some traitorous woman who had sided with the Jews. The SS-Oberf ührer soon corrected that lack of his knowledge in the conversation. "THE...
She leafed through the photo album, stopping every once in a while to look up at me, and finally she put the book down and said, "I guess you are my husband." I smiled and thought, "Yes I am Greta, much to your detriment." Greta married me the week after I graduated from college and the honeymoon wasn't even into its third day before she started fucking around on me. She didn't know that I knew and quite frankly I didn't care that she was doing it. Her first (at least the first I knew...
I had just come from the swimming pool when I met Greta. Maybe that explains the way I reacted. Swimming has a magical effect on me. I get totally relaxed, even though I get tired. Being tired is actually part of the relaxation. All through my muscles I feel the sweet sense of rest. All the twitchiness is gone, the restlessness, the tension. And my mind is emptied too. What takes over is a sensuous languor everywhere - in my legs, my arms, my back, and...down there. When I'm in the water I just...
LesbianDear Readers, due to your encouraging comments I decided to continue this story even though I had no intention to make this a series. In any case, I hope you'll enjoy this part too. Greta fights Mommy Adriana By: Greta Mommy Adriana continued her assault on my boycunt with her 10 inch strap-on dildo stretching me to the hilt. Meanwhile Andrea, my wife, had gotten up from my face, leaving me drenched in...
"Hi babe how is your day?" Carol answered the phone looking for her vibrator in her handbag. She seemed to be finding things in places that she didn't remember leaving them. It had been happening for the last 6 weeks ever since the new office girl Friday had started. Mrs Breitling was that her name. Dressed inappropriately for office work cardigans and long skirts. Boring mommy dresses. "Hi Ben. Good I just can't find... " her mind tried to think … "I have to work so I won't make lunch today"...
Shenanigans Too By Morpheus Part 1 Crystal Hall, Sunday late afternoon, Nov 25th, 2007 Amy stared down at her tray of dinner, feeling less than impressed. After being home for Thanksgiving and eating some of the food that Mrs. Lawrence had sent over, she was not thrilled about returning to cafeteria food, even if that cafeteria happened to be Crystal Hall. "At least there's always the kitchen in Hawthorne," she reminded herself, making a note to check what ingredients were...
The winter in the mountains had been harsh that year.Greta still clung to the belief that everything would work out if they just remained patient and let the winds of fate decide their future. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the tiny hut and he visited the Gypsy girls in the nearby camp next to the...
IncestThe winter in the mountains had been harsh that year.Greta still clung to the belief that everything would work out if they just remained patient and let the winds of fate decide their future. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the tiny hut and he visited the Gypsy girls in the nearby camp next to the...
IncestMen have always been willing to pay for sex, and the Germans have made sure that the experience is as efficient, as reliable, and as comfortable as a BMW car. Prostitution is legal in Germany but there are very few streetwalkers, and none in Celle. The whores in the town work in brothels or bars, where they have to be registered and are subject to regular medical inspections. All brothels are regulated, registered, inspected, and probably more importantly, taxed. These taxes help pay for the...
The first semester of law school had come to an end. Bob Lacy looked back on it and thought law school was tough and required a lot of study which translated into a lot of time. He had done what was required and had been rewarded with good grades. Now he had the summer break before school started up in the fall. His Dad's friend had secured a job for Bob working with the State Highway Department this summer so he could earn some money. Bob was taking out a loan to handle the school tuition....
I didn't mind the cold as we left the theatre that frigid January night, not even the little icicle fingers tearing through my shawl, my evening gown, and my bra to numb my breasts and harden my nipples. We had just been to a superb performance of an amazing opera, and I was still in my own special seventh heaven."The car's this way," growled the little man beside me. He was Wilbur Mason, a multi-billionaire and my husband. "Let's go!" he snarled. "I'm freezing." He strode off leaving...
LesbianShe logged into Fetlife and saw there were four messages in her inbox. One of them caught her eye immediately. She didn't recognise the user name but her attention was drawn to the subject line. It said "NYC accommodation". She clicked on the message then started to read it.Dear Velvet,I stumbled across your profile and was intrigued by your offer of sexual favours in exchange for accommodation in New York. I have an apartment near Central Park and would love to offer you a room for a week. I...
The winter in the mountains had been harsh that year. Greta still clung to the belief that everything would work out if they just remained patient and let the winds of fate decide their future. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the tiny hut and he visited the Gypsy girls in the nearby camp next to the...
By the time they got back to George's apartment she was feeling very horny. As he put the key into the lock she undid a couple of the buttons on her blouse. He turned to look at her and smiled when he saw what she was doing.“Is it time to play now Sir?” she said, continuing to undo further buttons.He opened the door, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the hallway. Pushing the door closed with his foot he pushed her against the wall, took hold of both her hands and, holding her arms above her...
Shenanigans By Morpheus Crystal Hall, Friday afternoon, Nov 16th, 2007 "So, what are you working on this time?" Alyss asked. Amy Maguire took a bite from her dinner, then glanced over at the notebook beside her. She'd been doodling a little while she ate, which she frequently did when she had ideas she was working on. "I was just thinking about different ways to weaponize my spheres," Amy answered once she'd finished swallowing. "It's been three weeks since Exquisite and...
We fade in on our darkened set. For the ninth episode in a row that rusty old bedstead, and the ugly, dirty mattress, sits in the middle of the bare concrete floor in the middle of our studio ... We’ve seen 7 dogs and a pig in action on and around this bed, and we can see numerous stains on the mattress that have result from their ejaculations ... We don’t linger on them too long before we hear the clicking of approaching high heeled shoes, clicking along the concrete floor – and whip our...
My Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed wrote the sequels of Gary to Greta which I post now. Later on I will post my own sequels. These stories weren?t meant for people underage so either if you are too young or not interested in TG stories don?t read further. Please enjoy the work of my Domme Mistress. From Gary to Greta Part II by Domme Mistress and Greta Our life in Paris took on an entirely new meaning. My wife delved into my savings account, the money I had...
This is Part III of Gary to Greta once again written by my Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed The story isn?t for underaged people. So if you are too young or don?t like TG stories don?t read further From Gary to Greta Part III by Domme Mistress and Greta The beauty of our apartment was that it had huge windows overlooking Paris. The kitchen, the social area, her bedroom, and mine all overlooked the city. Every morning I would open the shades to let the light...
The fourth part of From Gary to Greta is also written by my Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed. This story isn?t for people underage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories don?t read further. By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part IV Against my better judgment, I decided to wait two more days, to save myself until Thursday. I did the house chores early in the morning totally naked. I know that being Prussian, my cock is about two to...
Of course Part V of From Gary to Greta was also written by my Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed. This story isn?t for people underage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories stop reading now. By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part V Saturday morning, while I was doing the household chores, completely naked and my cock trapped in my cock cage, a guy came over to install something. It turns out my wife hired him - using my money, of...
Once again my Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed honored me by writing Part VI of From Gary to Greta. This story isn?t for people underage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories stop reading. By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part VI Monday was the last day of the month. My wife ran up the stairs to greet me with hugs and kisses, something she had not done in many years. As I stood there, totally naked and clean-shaven, my cock throbbing...
Part VII From Gary to Greta was written by my Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed. This story is definetely not for people underage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories stop reading. By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part VIII Friday evening my wife and I went out for a long walk along the river Seine. Two women, arm in arm. Granted, my wife is really beautiful. And next to her, I too in a tight skirt, sheer blouse, bra clearly...
My Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed wrote Part VII. This story is definetely not for pople underage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG stories stop reading. By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part VII Saturday afternoon at 4 pm my wife ordered me back on the dining room table, on all fours, knees spread out. Even in my cage, my cock was throbbing wildly. I was sure it would be a repeat of the other day, with my lovely wife removing my cage...
Another sequel written by Domme Mistress. If there are enough comments i am sure she will write more. This story is definetely not for people underage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories stop reading By Domme Mistress and Greta From Gary to Greta Part IX Mademoiselle Claudette appeared one afternoon for my modeling session. Petite, unassuming, with deep black hair and thick eyebrows, blue eyes, very small tits, white T-shirt under which I could see a 30A bra,...
Jenny Malone and her husband Tom were married for twenty years. He was a wonderful husband and a great father. He worked hard to provide for his family. He traveled a lot but when he was home, he worked late.Jenny was a stay at home mother. However, her children were teenagers and did not need her as much. She kept herself busy with things she liked to do. As wonderful as Tom was, in the bedroom he was a real dud. He did not have a big penis, nor did he have the skills to get by.She...
MILFI had just come from the swimming pool when I met Greta. Maybe that explains the way I reacted. Swimming has a magical effect on me. I get totally relaxed, even though I get tired. Being tired is actually part of the relaxation. All through my muscles I feel the sweet sense of rest. All the twitchiness is gone, the restlessness, the tension. And my mind is emptied too. What takes over is a sensuous languor everywhere – in my legs, my arms, my back, and…down there. When I’m in the water I just...
She was 64-years old, but with a face looking somewhat younger, dark black hair with some salt-and-pepper gray, a tight, petite body, 5'1", 105 lbs., with a firm ass and 33-B breasts, which were shapely and pert. Despite her petite figure, all of Irene's sexual features were extraordinary. Her breasts had exceptionally large nipples, which extended outward nearly an inch long when erect. Her pussy had an enormous bush, dark black, flecked with some gray hairs. It extended far up her...
Normally I like to write about my masturbatory shenanigans growing up, but I’m throwing this one into the mix as it’s a little bit of fun that’s happened just a recently while on a couple of week’s holidays with my girlfriend. We’re in a long-distance relationship so when we do get to spend time together, especially extended periods like this, we make the most of it without our particular kind of naughty games and mischief, much of which happens outside of the bedroom, and even the...
NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.-------------Jake walked into the steakhouse with his favorite two women close...
Gary's Golf Outing Chapter 19 Kay Cums Home, Shopping Shenanigans Kay's home-cumming was a great start to a great week. Every evening was a variation on the theme that began early Saturday morning, and ended Saturday evening, with Kay sandwiched between me and Penny with me in front with my prick in Kay's pussy and Penny behind with her six inch clitoris in Kay's rosebud. Sunday's bedtime arrangement had Penny sandwiched between Kay, with Penny's clit in Kay's pussy and my 6...
*** The White House bunker is half-empty or half-full, it depends on how you'd see it. The place is not very big, designed to take about 100 customers in, but now only 40 or 50 customers are sitting at the tables and they all are men. To be exact, they all are Republican politicians. It's also clearly visible, that they are quite wealthy businessmen. They are dressed up very formally in dark or grey suits. They wear valuable rings on their fingers and they drink expensive drinks. Some of...
I flew into Bangkok on the 5pm flight out of Canberra, hoping that my stay would be a short one. I worked hard all my life and deserved a well-earned rest. As with the bushfire, my ministries can sort this out. I’m certain that fire will be gone by the time landed in Bangkok. I can assure them, this will be over with my water pistol. However, after a week "on the road" without even a sniff of oriental pussy, I was more interested in getting laid! By the time I took a taxi to the hotel and...
I, Oliver Tress, considered myself to be a good lover and she agreed. Nevertheless; she had had numerous affairs and she had left me several times for other guys. She eventually would grow tired of them or the other way around and she would return to me begging for forgiveness and I would always take her back. Why did I take her back? Because in bed; she could bat your balls right out of the park. You know what I mean. Gina loved to drink and party. It didn't take much booze to really get...
I was deer hunting several ridges over from my new house. I had taken a position high on a hill up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill. As I looked through my scope up and down the beach for something interesting to spot. There was nothing except I could see that it was the liberal news host Ana Kasparian and their property had numerous "No Hunting" signs posted. It was over a 300 yard shot and I...
I was deer hunting several ridges over from my new house. I had taken a position high on a hill up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill. As I looked through my scope up and down the beach for something interesting to spot. There was nothing except I could see that it was the liberal news host Ana Kasparian and their property had numerous "No Hunting" signs posted. It was over a 300 yard shot and I...
I was deer hunting several ridges over from my new house. I had taken a position high on a hill up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill. As I looked through my scope up and down the beach for something interesting to spot. There was nothing except I could see that it was the liberal news host Ana Kasparian and their property had numerous "No Hunting" signs posted. It was over a 300 yard shot and I...
I, Oliver Tress, considered myself to be a good lover and she agreed. Nevertheless; she had had numerous affairs and she had left me several times for other guys. She eventually would grow tired of them or the other way around and she would return to me begging for forgiveness and I would always take her back. Why did I take her back? Because in bed; she could bat your balls right out of the park. You know what I mean. Gina loved to drink and party. It didn't take much booze to really get...
A couple of times when we were in the room alone and she greeted me with a kiss I took hold of her chin and kissed her on the mouth. She would give a nervous little giggle but I could tell it upset her some. After a few times of this, she began giving me a quick peck on the lips of her own free will, I think she looked upon it as a game. Once when she had come in from school I was standing in the kitchen alone and when we hugged and kissed I held her and forced my tongue in her mouth. She...
“shame she isn’t a virgin the President. Our clients like virgins too." The president by the name of Donald Trump looked the girl over. She was young, in her twenties, small well formed breasts, blonde shoulder length hair and skinny body. Her clothes consisted of a T shirt and canvas trousers. on her feet she wore old leather sandals. “What's your name?" asked the President. “Tomi Lahren from Fox News" the girl answered. “Well Tomi Lahren, you belong to us now. Our organization has...
Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen’s voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed. “Candace” – pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5’ 5”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty....
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
I’m cursing in my thoughts. “Where the fuck is she?” I’m hidden in a dark alley and wait for that pretty former Deputy Press Secretary to come walking through. I’m anxious as hell as I hold the garrote in my right hand. I need to have her tonight. I’ve studied Lindsay’s schedule and habits over the last few weeks; she always takes this shortcut in Friday nights. As I think of this, I hear brisk walking. Peeking from the dark corner, I see her coming towards me, dressed in skinny pants and a...
My sister, Ivanka, is so sexy and nice, I must have her. Every guy wants her. Her body is perfect, her tits are a little larger than a handful, her body nice and thin at 5 foot and 11 inches, framed by her long, trim legs. Her face was angelic with hazel eyes and her face was beautiful, her hair golden blonde, long, wavy and soft. I get a boner every time I look at her. She knows she's sexy, because all the guys do that around her, even me. She seems to like looking at me, sometimes she...
My mom, Marla, had let me live with my daddy Donald. Daddy became abusive towards me, calling me mean names and hitting me whenever I was bad. Now, I know all parents hit their kids, but I'm not talking about a slap on the ass. I'm talking about being slapped in the face and even punched. Two months after I turned x, he created a special punishment. He would tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he called the punishment table, then whip me with a leather strap. A month after that...
After about the third or fourth day, she sees an island covered with trees. She knows she is far from main land and has not seen any one else since the day she left. She does not see any sign of another person on the island and there is no sign of land anywhere else. She smiles and begins to load up the raft. Once that is finished, she strips down and pulls out a pair of white, seamless pantyhose. She pushes her tiny foot into the leg and pulls the nylon up. Then she pulls the other leg on....
Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...
My sister, Ivanka, is so sexy and nice, I must have her. Every guy wants her. Her body is perfect, her tits are a little larger than a handful, her body nice and thin at 5 foot and 11 inches, framed by her long, trim legs. Her face was angelic with hazel eyes and her face was beautiful, her hair golden blonde, long, wavy and soft. I get a boner every time I look at her. She knows she's sexy, because all the guys do that around her, even me. She seems to like looking at me, sometimes she...
Witness my recent experience with the boy on the train. I actually cheated a bit and switched compartment when I saw the sensitive looking lean black-haired Chinese teenager sitting there, his face buried in a book, his knapsack next to him. looking oh so edible in his white school shirt, black necktie, and grey shorts. His golden legs were muscular from playing soccer, and he exuded fresh young innocence. So I joined him and sat across from him. He barely looked up when I entered, but he did...
Although a light snow had been falling since shortly after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana. Despite my family's tendency to transform into Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought my mind back to a Christmas many years ago. It was 1982, and I had turned x three months earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive kid; I...
Mom had run off to L.A. a few months before, unable to take the stress of Dad’s drinking and temper any longer, leaving me alone with him in our big house in New York City. Mom hoped to get in the movies somehow. She once even said she’d even suck some producer’s penis until it shot gobs of cum into her mouth if it would get her a job on TV. Things had been going OK. I had settled into a routine of going to school, coming home and doing homework, and then cooking dinner. I would eat alone and...
Ashli was one of these females in the military. She, however, was determined not to be placed in that "Air Force Slut" category. In the beginning, everything went according to plan. She attended her training and made it to her air base with her reputation still intact. The past few hours, however, have changed her life forever. Let me start at the beginning. Ashli came from a lower-middle-class family, in the lower middle part of San Diego. At 18 years old, she saw the military as a perfect...
I am only sixteen, she thought wondering why she wasn't afraid. Maybe because hanging didn't sound as painful as being shot. And the thin ropes swaying in a light breeze didn't look scary enough. She almost smiled wondering that such insignificant piece of rope could end her life. Her friends Kateryna and Anastasiia were scared of what awaited them, though they tried not to show it openly. Kateryna was very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, smooth skin and big brown eyes. Anastasiia...
After several years of electrolysis, hormones, and bleaching, his skin was smooth and hairless. He looked as pretty as he was ever going to look. He felt the usual nervousness that he always felt whenever he went out on a "date," even though he'd been living as a woman for the last year, even though this was no date. Outside he heard his ex-wife Olena and her new husband Vlad talking about a vacation they were taking in a couple of weeks. How could they talk so casually? He felt a pang of...
I am only sixteen, she thought wondering why she wasn't afraid. Maybe because hanging didn't sound as painful as being shot. And the thin ropes swaying in a light breeze didn't look scary enough. She almost smiled wondering that such insignificant piece of rope could end her life. Her friends Kateryna and Anastasiia were scared of what awaited them, though they tried not to show it openly. Kateryna was very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, smooth skin and big brown eyes. Anastasiia...
Imogen Dyer obliged, bending forward and pushing her breasts forward, turning sideways to the bright lights. She was topless, wearing a baby blue thong. She shook her brunette tresses and smiled as the camera clicked away. She puckered her lips for a few shots, then closed her eyes and lightly stroked her nipple. "Great, great," the photographer Mark Wilkinson said. "That should wrap it up. Your turn, Emma." Petite blonde Emma Wagstaff was standing off to the side. She smiled and slid...
One day I met a guy named David. He worked for my ministry and he was 6 feet tall and handsome. He was a little older than me and that was nice too. He took me out to lunch a couple of times and flirted with me and I was tempted to do more. So when I told him I had a trip to Christchruch in a couple of weeks he said he was attending the same conference and that we should meet up. I knew what he meant and agreed. The night before I was to fly out I had a big fight with my partner and when I...