Gorgeous Chloe s First Spanking Part III
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The wife continues the tale.
“How is your bottom after your punishment yesterday?” I asked my husband after breakfast on Saturday morning.
“It is very sore,” he complained.
“Oh well, you only have yourself to blame. If you behave this week your next punishment will not be so bad. Could you also lend me your credit card as I want to order some punishment implements. Mistress sent me a great link to a website. I think we will also need a gag for you. You do get noisy under punishment, and we have to consider the neighbours.”
My husband took out his credit card from his wallet and put it on the table.
“I have hung the cane on the hook behind our bedroom door it should help you to remember to be good if you can see it before you sleep and as you awake. I am enjoying this new regime.”
He did not look overly impressed with this news.
The rest of the weekend passed off normally. On Sunday evening I received a text from Julie. She suggested we go for a meal on Tuesday. She wanted to try a new Italian restaurant that had opened in town. She also said we should dress ourselves up as it looked very posh.
I was looking forward to the evening out it seems ages since I needed to dress for an occasion. Julie seemed like good company. There was something about Julie that attracted me she had a very commanding presence. She was not loud or brash, but she had a quiet way of being in command of the situation. I found myself attracted to her. At university, I had a fling with another girl who had shared a room with me in our halls of residence. It had been a deeply passionate affair and I had been really upset when it finished. Julie was the first person that had reawakened these same feelings in me.
Early Tuesday evening, I found myself trying on several outfits before deciding on a dress that I had recently bought. Admiring myself in the mirror, I thought I did look good. I felt the effort that I had made had paid off. I was not sure why, but I had chosen matching lingerie selected more for how it looked rather than for comfort. I had also chosen to wear stockings and suspenders something I would not normally do on a Tuesday evening.
Strangely it felt more like going on a date rather than going for a meal with a friend. I wished goodnight to my husband, but he was engrossed in some football match on the television. We had arranged to meet at Julie's house, and I drove over there looking forward to the evening ahead.
Julie looked stunning as she opened the door. She wore a dress that highlighted her figure and heels that showed off her long legs to perfection. She looked very desirable. I had not had these feelings for a long time, but desire was the correct term for what I was experiencing.
“I have ordered a cab,” said Julie. “Parking can be a nightmare let us leave your car here. Is that OK?”
Although she asked the question, I knew this plan has already been decided and that was what was going to happen.
We arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a lovely table that was tucked away from the other diners. It was an intimate setting, and a candle was lit. Julie ordered a bottle of wine and we both ordered our food. Conversation flowed easily. Julie made sure my wine glass did not run out until I had to say, “I am driving so will have to switch to water I am afraid.”
“That is a shame. We could make a night of it, and you could stay over. You do not get to go out often. Why not call your husband and tell him of the change of plan?”
This was it. I had the feeling I was being seduced. This was the moment I could have simply said I had to go home. That is not what happened. Instead, I went outside and called home. I told my husband that I wanted a couple of drinks and that I would be staying over. Even though he was still distracted by the football I could tell he was a bit surprised, but he did agree that it was ok.
I became excited at this point. It suddenly felt that I had been given my freedom. I went back inside and poured myself a large glass of wine. Julie said she was pleased as she thought it would be great to get to know each other better.
I do not know if it was the wine, the fact I was staying over, or even if Julie had engineered it this way, but the conversation seemed to go from the ordinary to the erotic at this point. Julie asked, “Did you enjoy spanking your husband?”
I said that I had, and I told her what had happened when we got home. I told her about the penalty strokes and that I had sat on my husband's face and let him bring me to orgasm. I could not believe how easy I found it telling Julie these very personal things.
“Have you ever been spanked?” Julie asked with a small grin on her face.
“No,” I answered honestly.
"Would you like to be?”
Many thoughts went through my head at this point. I knew Julie was basically offering to spank me. Did I want this? That was the question I had to answer. Part of me wanted to submit to Julie and I did mean submit, she made me feel that way. Another part of me, the part that remembered Julie punishing my husband, was terrified. I sat in my own world for a long time before I finally answered with a quiet, “yes, I think so, yes.”
“Do you want an office spanking or a bedroom spanking?”
“What is the difference?”
“Well, an office spanking is a punishment spanking. Your husband has received two office spankings. You would be in the office for the purposes of punishment alone. On the other hand, a bedroom spanking is still a punishment. You will end up with a sore bottom however there is pleasure mixed throughout the punishment. You would receive both punishment and pleasure. Which would you prefer?”
Julie was inviting me to bed with her. I did not want an office spanking, but did I want a bedroom spanking?
“Definitely a bedroom spanking,” I answered I am not sure which part of my brain answered but it was what I desired.
“Let’s skip coffee and desserts and you can get to experience your desires.”
Julie insisted on paying the bill and we got into a taxi that took us back to Julie’s house.
“No second thoughts?” I was asked.
“I have had a thousand thoughts not just second ones, but I would like to go through with this.”
“Would you like Julie or your Mistress to spank you?” Julie asked with a slight smile on her face.
“I think I would like to be spanked by Mistress. I would find it easier to obey her instructions.”
“I will go and change. I want you to come up to the bedroom in ten minutes. Your Mistress will be waiting.”
With that stunning announcement, Julie disappeared and left me alone with my thoughts. Fear was a major thought, but the excitement was winning. I was feeling very aroused by the whole situation. I was going to be punished, Mistress had made that clear, but I knew I was going to be seduced and that was an extremely exciting thought. I wandered around downstairs for the ten minutes I had to wait. I could not settle, and time seemed to drag.
After the ten minutes was up, I had major butterflies in my stomach. The anticipation was overwhelming. I walked upstairs and could not remember the last time I had felt so nervous, my throat was dry, and my pulse was sky-high. At the top of the stairs, the bedroom door was closed. I knocked and was told to enter.
Mistress was dressed as last time and looked even more commanding. The room was lit with low lighting that seemed to add to my mood of excitement. On the bed, there were several punishment instruments. I looked closer and saw a whip with leather tails, a riding crop, and a cane. I assumed it was the same one Mistress had used on my husband. All of this went straight to my pussy. I was becoming moist before but now I was wet and extremely excited, more excited than I had been for a very long time.
“I am not going to punish you with your dress on. Please strip down to your underwear.” This was not a request this was a command. One that I was happy to obey.
I unzipped myself and stepped out of my dress. “You may use the hanger on the side,” Mistress told me. “Then I want you to stand up straight and look forwards.”
I did as I had been told. I stood with my back straight I pushed my breasts out and held my tummy in. Mistress approached and walked around me. I felt I was being very thoroughly inspected it was a very strange feeling.
“You look stunning,” Mistress said when she had completed her inspection.
I could not have been happier. This felt like remarkably high praise indeed.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“I am going to enjoy this very much. You will learn what punishment is like, but you will also learn what pleasure I can give you. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Firstly, remove your bra and lie on your back on the bed.”
I was not sure what I was expecting to hear but that was certainly not it. I took off my bra and let my breasts swing free. I do not have a particularly large bust, but I am pleased with what I have. I lay down on the bed with my head on a pillow and looked at Mistress. She had picked up the whip with many leather tails. There were probably around fifteen tails all about twelve inches long it looked very scary in her hand. “Do you know what this is?” Enquired Mistress.
“No.”
“I call it my whip with many tails. Like the theme of the evening, it can bring great pain, or it can be used for pleasure.” With that, she trailed the ends of the whip over my left nipple.
I have always had sensitive breasts and being very aroused this felt wonderful. Mistress just teased the nipple barely touching me and then lifted the whip away. When she lifted the whip, I pushed my chest forward trying to follow her. She proceeded to do this for some time, and it was wonderful. She repeated the process on the right nipple. When she had finished both nipples were very erect and so sensitive.
“If I were cruel, I could now use the whip as it is intended on your breasts and stomach. Would you like that?”
“Oh no, please don’t,” I pleaded.
“I will not this time, but remember, if you displease me, I may do this in the future.”
“I will try to please you always.”
“I will test that boast later,” said Mistress with a smile. “How did I start your husband’s punishment?”
“You spanked him,” I replied.
“Your punishment will start the same way. But first I will put on my gloves, not that I do not wish to touch you, because I very much do want that. But I wish to spank you properly. So, a very red bottom is coming up.”
I stayed lying on the bed whilst I watched Mistress putting on her gloves. In my current state, I found even this highly erotic. She did seem to have a hypnotic effect on me.
Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. “Right, over my lap with you. You had had some pleasure, now it is time for some punishment.”
I got off the bed and laid myself as instructed. I could feel her stockinged legs on my bare tummy, and I had a close view of her boots that were just in front of my face.
“I will start your spanking over your knickers. Once I feel you have been punished enough, your knickers will come down and I will continue your punishment. I know you have not been punished before, but I do expect you to retain your dignity throughout. You may call out, but you will keep your bottom presented for its punishment. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” This was it my first spanking was about to commence. I had talked myself into this now I was to find out how much of a fool I had been. I was determined to take my punishment well. I wanted Mistress to be impressed.
The first smack landed on my left buttock. I let out a small cry. Even the first smack hurt. Mistress followed this with a second smack on my other buttock. The spanking continued, first one cheek then the other. My cries became louder. I was expecting it to hurt but not this much. Mistress started spanking my thighs and I started kicking my legs. “You will keep your legs still and straight for your punishment. Is this clear?” I had been given a very firm warning.
“Yes, Mistress. I am so sorry. It does hurt.”
“Spankings are supposed to hurt, otherwise what would be the point of them?”
“Yes, Mistress, sorry Mistress.”
“You are not sorry enough yet.” The spanking restarted.
After a couple more minutes, Mistress stopped and rubbed her hand across my buttocks, it did feel good. “Right if you can stand and remove your knickers and then get back in position?”
I stood and pulled my knickers down.
“No, you should slowly remove your panties. I want to watch you undress.”
“Sorry, Mistress.” I pulled my panties back up and slowly lowered them to just show my pussy to Mistress. Smiling I turned around and bent forward pushing my punished bottom towards Mistress. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked.
“That is exactly what I wanted to see. Your bottom is starting its journey to becoming red.”
I slowly completed removing my panties and got back over Mistress's lap. “As you have pleased me, I will do the same, please open your legs for me.”
I complied with her instruction and felt Mistress tease my pussy lips. She ran her finger slowly along my slit. Whilst she was doing this she stated, “You are very aroused; I must spank you more often. Are you enjoying this?”
“Yes, Mistress, very much.”
“Would you like more?”
“Oh, yes please.” With this, she found and started to tease my clitoris. I opened my legs wider to allow her full access.
“What a naughty girl you are. Would you like Mistress to play with you?” She knew exactly how to tease to keep me on the edge. I could feel myself getting more and more excited but was at the mercy of my experienced Mistress. “We had better stop now before we both get carried away. You still have the rest of your spanking to come. Before that would you like to kiss my fingers to say thank you.”
Mistress placed her hand just in front of my face. She was still wearing her glove and it smelt of leather and me. I kissed her as requested and then took one of her fingers in my mouth to suck the taste of myself from her glove.
“What a naughty girl you are. I definitely should spank you more often.”
“Whenever you wish Mistress,” I answered honestly and truly meant what I said.
“You say the nicest things. Enough talk, let’s finish turning this bottom of yours red all over.”
With this, the first smack landed. I knew my panties did not offer much protection, but this seemed to sting even more. Soon the spanking was in full flow. Mistress paid attention to the whole of my bottom and the tops of my thighs. I was crying out with pain and drumming my feet on the ground. I did try to keep still but I was not as stoical as I had wanted to be. Finally, the spanking ended. I had tears running down my face.
“There is a nice red bottom. You do need more practice. With time you will be able to control yourself better when being punished.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Have we missed any part from the spanking?” Mistress enquired.
“Oh, please not there,” I pleaded.
“That is for me to decide. Let me see.”
Very reluctantly I reached behind and taking a buttock in each hand, held myself open to Mistress.
“You are incredibly beautiful, and very submissive. I like both of those qualities.”
“Thank you.” I was profoundly grateful for the compliment. Even with my buttocks spread and myself fully on show, I wanted her praise.
“I will not punish you there today. But remember I can and if I feel it necessary, I will. Do you understand?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Right, sit on the bed with your back resting on the headboard.”
Grateful my bottom groove was not to be punished I rushed to comply with her instructions. I could feel the warmth in my bottom as I sat down.
“Pull your feet up and open your legs.”
Again, I obeyed. I was sat with my legs bent and my crotch displayed for my Mistress. She had picked up the riding crop I had seen earlier. It had a leather tab on the end which Mistress held up to her nose. “I love the smell of leather and I think riding crops are such beautiful things. You can control a massive horse just using this. You can get people to do exactly as you require using one of these also. As I will demonstrate on you.”
I suddenly felt extremely nervous. Mistress looked to be in full control, and I was prepared to do as she asked. Exactly as she asked.
“The riding crop has many uses for punishment. Of course, it is remarkably effective across someone’s bottom but that can wait for another day. Your nipples and breasts could be punished.” With this she very lightly tapped my left nipple, I jumped. “That would be effective don’t you think?”
“Yes, Mistress. That would be awful.”
“Remember that if you ever displease me. Keep your knees up and open your legs as wide as they can go.”
I did as I had been asked. The riding crop was placed on my thigh an inch or so from my pussy. “Your inner thighs are very sensitive and perfect for punishment.” With this, she flicked the leather tab onto my thigh. I called out and closed my legs.
“Back in position, now,” Snapped Mistress. Again, I opened my legs. “I was just going to give you one more on the other side, but I will now give you three on each thigh. You must learn to behave under punishment. Keep your noise down and your legs open.”
She delivered the strokes first on the left and then the right side. They were not delivered hard but did sting. I had tears in my eyes afterwards. “That is better, good girl. You can see the mark of the crop. They now look like thighs belonging to a naughty girl. Now can you think of anywhere else I could punish whilst you are in this position?”
When she asked the question, she was staring at my pussy. I knew the answer she wanted but dreaded saying anything. I hesitated and spoke. “My cunt Mistress, you could punish my cunt.”
“I do not like that word, ask me to punish your pussy.”
“Punish my pussy, Mistress.”
“Say please.”
“Please punish my pussy, Mistress.”
“There that was not too hard, was it? I will not punish your pussy today. However, if you ever show me your pussy unshaved again, I will punish you most severely. I could use either the riding crop or the whip with many tails. Shave before next time.”
I do not have a very hairy mound, but it was clear I was going to have to shave. “Yes. Mistress. I will do as you ask.” Even saying this got me even wetter. She knew just how to push my buttons.
“Time for the cane. Lay three pillows in the middle of the bed and lie over them with your bottom in the centre.”
As Mistress said the word 'cane', a shiver of fear ran down my back. I dreaded what was to follow. I did want to experience the cane as I knew it pleased Mistress but having to present my bottom to the cane filled me with dread.
“Come on get on with it.”
I rushed to comply. I placed the three pillows as requested and lay over them bottom uppermost. I felt so exposed. My bottom was currently the centre of my universe.
“Six strokes. Keep your bottom nicely presented. I have wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you. I find you very attractive, especially in this position.”
It was absurd but I glowed with pride at the comment. These thoughts were soon replaced as I felt Mistress place her cane in the centre of my bottom and she lightly tapped me. The cane was lifted away, and the first stroke was delivered. Nothing could have prepared me. I screamed and rolled off the pillows clutching my bottom. I rubbed and kneaded my tortured buttocks. After thirty seconds or so, I looked up and saw Mistress looking down at me with a look of disappointment on her face. I quickly got back into position.
“What would you have done if your husband had reacted like that during his punishment?”
“I would have given penalty strokes.”
“Is that the right thing to do?”
“Yes, Mistress, I am sorry.”
“Right, that stroke does not count. You will receive eight strokes. To help you, when you are ready for your next stroke simply ask me to continue your punishment. I will then deliver the stroke. In this way, you can pace your punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”
I hated that I had disappointed Mistress. My husband had been better-behaved under the cane. I was determined to show Mistress I could take her punishment. I pushed my bottom out.
“Please continue my punishment, Mistress,” I said in a quiet voice.
The stroke was delivered. Although the pain was intense, I did manage to stay in position, just. Again, I pushed out my bottom and requested the next stroke. This was repeated until we have reached halfway.
“See you can take the cane. You have some lovely stripes that you can admire later. Remind me, when you caned your husband at home last week what happened halfway through the caning?”
I gulped. “I sat on my husband’s face and made him pleasure me.”
“Was that the right thing to do?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Should I sit on your face so you can pleasure me?”
Those words went straight to my crotch. I was flooded. “Yes, I would love to worship you.”
“What a lovely thing to say. I will let you worship me. Move the pillows for now and lie on the bed face up.”
I rushed to do as I had been asked. My bottom felt very sore when I laid on it but that just seemed to increase the pleasure I was feeling.
“Would you like me to remove my panties for you?”
“Yes, please.”
Mistress slowly stripped herself. She turned and showed me her bottom. “You will worship this first and if you deserve it, I will allow you to worship my pussy.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I will do my very best.”
“I hope so.”
With that, Mistress knelt with her thighs on either side of my head facing away from me, and she lowered her bottom so it was just above my face. “Start with gentle kisses,” I was commanded. I was delighted to comply. I set about my task with enthusiasm. After several minutes Mistress asked me to concentrate close to where her bottom met her thighs. I was so very close to Mistress I could see and smell her arousal which in turn increased my own. Mistress held her buttocks open. “Now you can properly worship me. Start by licking around my ring and then kiss my hole.”
I had never done this before and hesitated. “Worship your Mistress,” I was commanded. So, I tentatively did as I was asked. It was nothing like I expected it to be. Mistress was very turned on and I was pleased I had achieved this. I grew into my worship and ended up loving every second. I was in total awe of this woman.
After several minutes. Mistress said. “Well done, you are a natural,” I glowed with pride. “Do you want to worship my pussy?”
“Yes, please Mistress.” I was so pleased I had passed her test and was to be allowed to taste her properly.
Mistress positioned herself over my face and lowered her pussy. I was enveloped by her; I could just breathe but each breath was filled with her scent. Her pussy was drenching my face in her excitement. I took to my task with abandon. What I perhaps lacked in skill I hoped to make up for in effort. My efforts were soon rewarded as Mistress reached her orgasm. I was so pleased I had helped her achieve this.
“Thank you,” said Mistress. “I should punish you more often.”
“I would like that, Mistress.” I had replied before I had time to consider what I had just said. Mistress smiled at me.
“I want you to replace the pillows and lay yourself back over. Only look forwards. I do not want you to look behind. Is that clear?”
I was puzzled at what she had asked but replied that I understood. I piled up the pillows and placed myself over them bottom uppermost again. I heard Mistress moving behind me, and I was just going to sneak a look behind when I heard, “Look forward, otherwise the caning will start back at stroke one again.”
That was enough I looked forward not daring to cheat in any way. I heard Mistress pick up the cane and she swished it through the air. My bottom tensed. Mistress chose to stand on the opposite side of the bed. “You may look now.”
I turned my head. Mistress was wearing a harness with a penis attached. The harness was scarlet with a long black penis protruding from it. “This is my strap-on. After your caning, I am going to fuck you with this. Have you seen one before?”
“No," I replied honestly. "I have seen pictures of them, but never for real.”
“Tonight, you will not only see one, but you will also feel and probably taste one. This strap-on is also inside me at this point so when I fuck you, I will be feeling it myself. Unlike other penises, you may know this does not go soft and can keep going all night.”
“Sounds interesting,” I replied honestly. I did not think I could get more aroused. I was wrong.
“But first, you still have four strokes of this to come.” With that, she swished the cane again. I tensed my buttocks again. “Relax your bottom and ask me to continue your punishment as you did before.”
I composed myself and spoke. “Please continue my punishment Mistress.” The cane connected with my bottom, and I cried out. Three more times the cane visited my bottom and at the end, my bottom felt like it was on fire.
“Lift yourself, I wish to enter you.”
I eagerly did as I was requested. I heard Mistress get on the bed behind me and I was expecting to be entered straight away. However, Mistress teased my clitoris again. “There is no great rush, you have been so very brave. Your bottom bears the markings of my punishment. It has never looked so delightful.”
“I was honoured to be punished by you. I should be the one thanking you.”
“We are a perfect match.” Mistress now did move behind me, and I felt the tip of her strap-on at my entrance. I pushed back and felt her enter me. She slowly, ever so slowly, entered the rest of herself into me. I was in heaven I could feel her inside and it felt wonderful. Mistress then slowly withdrew herself and the process was repeated.
I was fucked this way for several minutes. I could not honestly tell how long but it was heavenly. Mistress then withdrew herself from me and using her very clever fingers, she found my swollen clitoris and brought me to orgasm. In my experience, orgasms can have different intensities, the more intense the better. This was a very intense orgasm. I cannot remember the last time I had felt like this. Mistress said I should remove the pillows and lie down, which I did, and she lay next to me. I could feel her penis pressing against my leg.
“Would you like to taste yourself and suck my penis?” Although it sounded like a very strange request, I agreed that I would like to try. I have sucked penises before and although I do not hate the experience it does not fill me with joy. This was vastly different. I could taste myself and smell my Mistress at the same time and what a wonderful combination it was.
After a few minutes of this, I was told to lie on my back and Mistress entered me again in this more conventional position. Each time she entered me, I could feel the stripes on my bottom rubbing against the bedsheets. I told Mistress what I was feeling. “Would you like to be fucked faster and harder?”
“Yes, please.” Mistress did as she promised. My pussy was full, my clitoris erect and my stripes throbbed before long I reached my second orgasm. Julie peaked at the same time.
The rest of the evening and the early hours were spent exploring each other. Eventually, we fell into a deep and exhausted sleep.
The alarm on my phone woke me at seven-thirty the next morning and I reluctantly dragged myself from the bed. I kissed Julie goodbye and we both promised to meet again very soon. I could not wait.
Once home, I asked how my husband’s evening went and he said something about penalties and referees needing to visit the optician. I needed to clear my head.
When I need time to think, I go for a run. Something about the rhythm of running helps me to organise my head. So, I put on my running gear and set off for a five-kilometre run. I was deep in thought throughout the next thirty-five minutes. I could have run past the Queen and not noticed her. I was not sure it had helped as I was still in a state of total confusion.
Once home, I got into the shower to wash off the effects of both the run and the previous evening. When I got out to dry myself, my husband entered the bathroom. He took one look at me and asked. “What are those stripes on your bottom? You look like you have been caned.”
I told him the full story.
The End
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On Thursday morning over breakfast, my wife casually mentioned. “I will keep Saturday free as you will be sore from your spanking tomorrow. Remember Mistress wishes to see you shaved she does like a very bare bottom to punish.”It has been a month since my first visit to my Mistress. I knew my wife would be writing a letter detailing my behaviour over this time. Although I had started with the best of intentions, I knew I had slipped back into my old ways in the last few days, and I feared that...
SpankingChloe cries, ‘Oh my god, Beth!’ She raises her voice. ‘What are you doing to her, you pervert!’ I am silent, my blistering red bottom stares right back at her. I don’t dare to move as my father’s hand is still on the small of my back. He says, ‘Ah, so you’re the neighbor girl, huh?’ ‘Get your hands off of her, or I’ll call the police right away.’ Chloe ignores the rhetorical question. ‘Ha! You’re gonna call the sheriff on a father disciplining his daughter? You try it, missy!’ I have to...
Here is the last part to "All or Nothing" and I have no further plans to add on to it. Some have suggested that they might want to write within this "universe", creating other stories about Mason and Mason and its club, the Getaway. If you are so inclined, by all means do so. I would only be flattered. Also, if you are so inclined, feel free to post any of my stories here on Fictionmania to any other sites. Again, I would only be flattered. Anyway, this is Part III of "All or...
Melissa’s Tribulation part III Melissa lost track of time. She wasn't sure how long it had been since the three sailors had left her alone in the woods. She had been trying unsuccessfully to free herself from the rope that tied her wrists together ever since they had gone. What would they do when they came back? And then Melissa was struck with an even more frightening thought. What would SHE do if they DIDN'T come back? Would someone find her before she died of thirst? She was...
Introduction: More of the story Part III redone. Part three of My Neighbors Incest. (If you have not read the first two, you might not follow this). Disclaimer: If you didnt like the first installment then hit the back button now. If you dont like stories with bestiality, incest, young girls craving and having sex, then hit the back button now. If you have not liked any of my stories so far, then hit the back button now, you will not like this one either. Additionally, I know I over used ass,...
Summer of 93’ Borrow HimPart IIIMaggi took about 20 minutes before she was completing whole sentences again and Natalie kept asking me about The Venus Butterfly. We had a lot of fun. We moved into the kitchen bar and sat together snacking on some leftover pizza and replenishing our fluids. Natalie and Maggi got up and laid down in our bedroom. They were on their backs, legs spread, Natalie said, “come lay down Pete let’s kiss and cuddle.” I said, “in a couple of minutes I need some more water....
Let’s Swing, Spring of 92’Part III. Girls and their toysMaggi was filling our Jacuzzi tub in our master bath, it took about 20 minutes to fill. I put an adaptation on one of the water jets so a 2 ft hose comes out of one to apply direct water pressure. This was for Maggi, she loves holding it against for pussy it would make her cum in about 60 seconds. She would do this after a stressful day at work, this would help her unwind and relax.I went out to the swim spa to relax.Maggi ran over to see...
Let’s Swing, Spring of 92’Part III. Girls and their toysMaggi was filling our Jacuzzi tub in our master bath, it took about 20 minutes to fill. I put an adaptation on one of the water jets so a 2 ft hose comes out of one to apply direct water pressure. This was for Maggi, she loves holding it against for pussy it would make her cum in about 60 seconds. She would do this after a stressful day at work, this would help her unwind and relax.I went out to the swim spa to relax.Maggi ran over to see...
Double Exposure... Part IIIa reality-based fiction by DizzyDThe saga of the Evans twins and their friend Leah comes to a climax!This is Part III of a three part erotic novel. If you haven't read the first two parts, I recommend you do so by linking it here:http://xhamster.com/user/DizzyD427If you have... then on to the finale!A thin line of morning sun shined through the curtains and onto the queen-sized bed where the three naked teenagers lay sound asleep. Sarah Evans, her fraternal twin...
Nescafe Goes Wild In America And Hubby Approves. (Interracial, MMM……F, DP, BBC, BJ, Anal, Slut Wife, Cuckold) Introduction : My name is Aziz; I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest and silkiest skin ever,...
Aunt Abby Makes Sex Fun... and Funny!Here is Part III of my reality based fiction, 'Aunt Abby and the Artist', dedicated to my dear friend Abby Rhodes. Again, if you'd like to see the real Abby, here she is... her beauty makes the story even more enjoyable, and she approves of this message:http://xhamster.com/user/AbbyRhodesIf you haven't read Part I and Part II yet, I suggest you do so. If you have, then on with the show... and there will be a final chapter, Part IV 'Aunt Abby and the...
Where Angels Fear to Tread - Part III Copyright 2001 by A. K. Remenko Preface: This story is told in a series of first person accounts by the parties involved. The story is, of course fiction, but is inspired by a number of personal experiences. Hope you enjoy it. The author welcomes criticism of any kind. ------------- Chapter Seventy-one Darla I was sitting in the office reflecting on recent events and on balance things could...
Okay, part II wasn't as good as part I. Here's part III and like the other two parts, it's silly stuff, but I hope you like it. You can e-mail me at [email protected] Stupid part III Next morning I was woken up by a banging on my door early in the morning. Deborah walked in with a huge grin on her face. She was wearing tight jeans with heals and a loose shirt. "And how is our little slut this morning? Been dreaming about real men? I hope you're ready for a busy day...
A Reward of Wishes III By Bill Hart As I sat before the mirror, I brushed out my long silky hair. I was getting ready for my next date with Frank Carson; we were going to a party tonight that promised to be the highlight of my whole sophomore year. I smiled at the pretty girl being reflected by the mirror. Although I hadn't forgotten who I'd once been, I'd long since reluctantly concluded that the girl I saw there would be who I would see reflected back any time I looked into a...
My Brother, My Sister Part III By Michele Nylons From Part II It was too much for me and I started to squirt hot semen, drenching my panties as he squeezed me harder. Tom grunted and pushed himself into me as far as he could; I was pushed hard against the kitchen counter as my brother's throbbing cock exploded deep in my ass. I felt the head of his penis pulsate against my prostate as he shot stream after stream of hot semen deep inside me. I continued to eject jets of come as...
Lady in the House Part III By Michele Nylons From Part II Hot wet fluid suddenly soaked the tops of my thighs and the crotch of my panties. I felt stream after stream of his creamy seed shoot against my silken hosed thighs and being to slowly run down my legs. My crotch was soaked with hot sticky liquid and as I struggled to breathe I could smell the salty, slightly swampy smell that is associated with fresh semen. Eddie had ejaculated against me. He slowed down his thrusts...
Long Lost Friend III By Teri Franken [email protected] Part II ended with Teri having Jack dress up in identical Victoria Secrets lingerie, they are both now dressed in powder blue panties, stockings, garter belt, stocking and black patent leather pumps. Jack is now called 'Mandy' and is checking out some new horizons.... Teri pushed me towards the bed and I fell backwards with her landing on top of me. The feeling of nylon against nylon almost put me on sensory overload! She...
Princess III By Teri Franken [email protected] Our Princess has basically lost her house to Tim; he has degraded her verbally, sexually and physically, taken over her bedroom and sent her off to sleep on the couch. -------------------------------- I closed my bedroom door. How the hell do I get myself out of this? I looked at my watch and saw it was 3am, I needed to wake 'Tim the King' in only three hours, plus I...
Band on the Run Part III: Why we hate Nano-bliminals! by [email protected] I awoke, head on fire, temples throbbing, wondering where I'd ended up, wondering how much I'd drank and why I kept doing this to myself. I was surprised to find the bed empty. I was used to finding one or two tarts passed out beside me, clothes torn, bite marks on their fleshy bits coincidentally identical to my dental...
TOOTHBRUSH PART III After a deep, dreamless sleep, John awoke on the sofa. He became aware of the crampy feeling he had felt the day before, but it was stronger now. He sat up, and pulled the front of his panties down a bit. "Woah" John said; he saw he needed to put some of the hygiene lessons Anna had taught him to good use. He softly padded off to the washroom to get a fresh maxi pad and properly dispose of the old very much used one. On the way he passed Anna's door, slightly...
One Summer's Day, part III By- G.K.S (Sorry everyone, I didn't proof this. it's been sitting on my HD for a year. I feel like if I don't post it now, I never will...if you know what I mean. As always with my stories, if you want to see a part IV, then post a review! I only do continuations if the story gets reviews. After all...why continue a story that no one wants to read? I've got some sequels and continuations to some of my other stories on the way in the near future, so keep...
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...
PART III "You are in danger, Harry Potter, but from yourself." Confined inside the Slytherin dungeons, curled up on the black leather couch, dressed in a green and silver coloured uniform was Heather Potter, now a Slytherin, apparently. It was the worst possible thing that the curse of the Emerald Witch could have done to her. To become a member of the house she had resented for so many years was not only sickening but it upset her greatly. She felt as if she was...
Angel S:1E:3 "Pilot Part III" By G.M. Shephard Copyright 2012 Editied by: jeffusually kiitylover -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Pilot Part III "Icarus" ---Deliverance Exterior--- They weren't replying. Are they not hearing me? I kept my head against the hull so that the vibrations could reverberate into my ear. After repeating my message for about 5 minutes, I finally saw a body...
Part II -- The Crime * * * * * ****************************************************** ****************************************************** Warning: potential trigger scene here. A brutal crime is described, and the reader may wish to skip to Part III. ****************************************************** ****************************************************** * * * * * * * * * Part II -- The Crime Debby Taylor was dashing...
Part III -- Other Participants' Stories The Witness's Story One of the witnesses in the rape/murder case against the Chester Caveman lived in a single room across the hall from Chester. Originally, he was a prosecution witness, because he'd seen Debby storming out of Chester's room and down the hallway towards the stairs. He'd been the last to see her before her body was found inside the trash bin. However, he turned out to be an excellent defense...
Towards a Surrender Act III By MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. The following story is the second of four parts of a tale that explores the theme of transformation. I hope that the larger narrative arc is interesting to all. I suggest you may enjoy reading the first portion, Act One & Two. I continue to work on better editing and someone has been most helpful. Thank you for your comments Act III Is there love...
At this point, all bets were off. Granny stripped off my loungers - leaving my now semi-erect dick airing out. I kicked off the garment and put my arms in the air. That was her hint to finish exposing me. She jerked the top upward with agression. It was apparent she knew what she wanted. After I was stripped, I said, "It's time to peel your body!" She simply stood still while I pulled the leather slowly down her hips, ass and tummy. You guessed it - her panties matched her bra! I've never seen...
Away for the Summer, Part III by Forsythe This is a continuation of an ongoing story. Please read Parts I and II before continuing. Further edited versions to the segments of this tale may be found on my Deviant Art account: http://stipanow.deviantart.com/ Sally managed to get home four hours later, and she was surprised how worried she had felt about leaving Joe on his own the whole time she was away. It was as if her subconscious was insisting he really was just the helpless...
Dear Readers and this is my third story and believe me this is only a dramatic representation of true happenings. In between I have inserted narration by Anil of his thoughts, initiatives and emotions on the subject topic. All the names have been changed. This story has been written into five chapters to facilitate easy uploading. This is the third chapter. Please read the other chapters also. If you are unable to find the other chapters, please contact the author. Saturday evening: as narrated...
Punishment for a Sissy III By PJD Mrs. Cartwright arrived at her mansion, the whimpering sissy trapped inside the dog cage saw the large iron gates open automatically. She hadn't spoken one word to the sissy in the entire journey from Wand's, the sissy looking through the rear window at the long winding drive, wondered what this silent dominant woman had planned for his future. As the car drove up to mansion four ladies appeared and strode towards the car. The sissy shook...
A Son’s Love for his Mother – Part III The next morning, she didn’t know what to do. All she knew was that when she woke every morning all she could think of was her son and his cock filling one hole then another. She decided it was useless to resist, as every time she did think about him she tingled down there and would come close to an orgasm from just the thought of him. So, after her husband left for work, she quickly slipped into a sexy, see through baby doll nightie with a split...
IncestPart III As I sat my living room with Amy and her two daughters on the heels of what had just happened and with the knowledge that Amy had giving me control of her and her daughters for the weekend, my mind race from one sexual desire to another trying to find he best ones to do before the weekend ran out. Even though I had just cummed, the excitement of the possibilities kept my cock in a...
‘We need some help here, Jack—a strike package and an extraction team—now!’ ‘The fast movers are eight minutes out—the helos almost thirty, Hal, ah, Mr. President’ ‘They’ll be dead or worse in five. We’re going in, we’re switching to Tac two.’ ‘Mr. President…’ The four star combatant commander knew that protest was futile. He’d known the POTUS since their first war together. He remembered fondly his first meeting with the then brand new lieutenant. He’d known then that he was...
All of the characters are fictional and have no link to real people, and they are fictional, I also do not condone this behavior in real life it's fictional. Part III is in rough draft mode and will post here shortly. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 12, Year-End High School Dance After the team finished practicing John and Tori remained on the field to "work on her swing." John offered extra one-on-one tuition to individual players on the...
Disclaimer: All characters are entirely fictional and all resemblances to anyone in real life is entirely coincidental. If you are under 18 or offended by sexual material, don’t say I didn’t warn you. SLUT 4 U by Sinistra Part III Isabelle’s thoughts were interrupted when she saw Darius stop mid-step, and poke his head back through the doorway. ‘Oh, and Isabelle? No more masturbating in the school toilets. In fact, no more masturbating anymore, full stop. You will let me, and only...
Part III – The Truth Tim and Fran woke up on Saturday morning. Tim wanted to play some more, taking advantage of a night in a hotel without Laura, but Fran had butterflies in her stomach. She had an appointment to face her worst fears. They tried to have breakfast at the Polo Grille inside the hotel but Fran ended up only with a cup of coffee. Tim managed to eat a little more but he was also nervous. He was torn—he was meeting with the woman he had loved, the woman who had let him go so he...
This is a rewrite of a story I had published here in 2012. This is an attempt of finishing it, taking over where it stopped in 2015 after I am done rewriting. It has re-checked and better English, additional scenes and lines, probably heading to a totally new experience altogether, as I took in consideration all the evaluation and comments I received back then. So, if you're new to this, please, don't go looking for the old ones that are still up, as it may ruin your reading. Some...
PART III * * * Aggression had always been part of Nathan’s psyche and had led him into trouble, arguably had even led him here to his mental prison. But this aggression had also meant Nathan was a fighter. He’d taking beatings from his dad and bullies. He’d survived in youth detention by ensuring his anger was channelled right when it was needed, and used as a weapon. Without his violent nature he would never have lived on the streets, clawing his way to the front of a mass of homeless...
New Family Secrets III I had been laying tied to the bed, and Kara had been gone long enough for my erection to go down. When Kara reappeared she was holding a tube of something and a black plastic tube. “oh your hard-on is gone so we will have to start all over” she said with an evil smile as she dropped the objects on the bed and crawled between my legs. I thought she was going to start rubbing my cock, but she slid...
It took me longer than I expected but there it is. Enjoy, it is the longest part I had ever made. Here goes some considerations: - Even if there are some good conventional sex scenes and possibly a good dose of romance to come, this story tends to get darker as it goes, involving torture, extreme sex, bestiality and some other stuff. - I'm not an English speaker and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post, cause I'm really busy and the...
I had seen enough on the local little remote security camera I had picked up at Radio Shack. It wasn’t high enough grade to get the pictures I wanted. I wasn’t sure I was seeing what I was seeing. Was my wife’s son Zac really drugging her? Was he really having sex with her? It took three days but I got what I wanted and UPS second day delivery brought it to me. It was a nearly invisible pinhole camera with 780 resolution, low light, and remote control. The camera was $425, plus shipping. I...
On another note: to all the hypocritical *@#$ who come out and read this stuff then want to leave comments that are critical, First you should note the genre is "Fiction!" Second, if you think this is so terrible, why are you reading it? Get a life! I know my First Amendment rights and I will write about what I want to. Nuff said. Part III starts here: Tracy is usually off on Saturday but she stopped by the store and picked up some stool softener. Walking in the door behind...
That being said, many Candles where Lit, from the many faith groups in the Islands. Days passed and George Mickels hung by a thread between life and death. One day two middle aged men approached Ann Mickels who had more or less be waiting and living in the Waiting Room with either Mikey or Nancy in rotation with the other one left at home to care for George Boy. George Boy could very well take care of George Boy, but his Mom wanted an older person at home in case the Police or Social Services...
Chapter I: Chase Mystic Falls, Elena’s Home. “That’s it, Elena, I’m going there! Damon needs all the help he can get to find Stefan, with his arrogant shit, and you aren’t my mother to keep me here!” Jeremy, Elena’s younger brother told her, grabbing his packages and heading to the door. “Aunt Jenna is dead, Alaric is in Italy! I am in charge of you, and it’s killing me! You have no idea how much I want to go searching for Stefan, but I can’t, knowing that whatever is keeping him...
Tim, the Teenage Part Three By: Rass Senip +++ Chapter III: 9th Grade - Winter 1986 Part 1 - Three Heads are Better than Two (mc, mf oral) "Come on, Joey!" I groaned. "Stop thinking about Suzi's body!" "I can't help it. I keep thinking about last night. Seeing her naked body in her mirror..." "Oh, Joey," Suzi sighed. "Now you got Tim thinking it too. I swear. You guys look at playboys all the time. What is so different?" "Yours is real," I said. "Yeah, and it's real sexy...
Chapter III. It Gets Hot in a Snow Storm A few minutes later in the kitchen as I was making some pancake batter, Bobby came in and asked, “What you fixing? “Pancakes.” “Why not waffles?” he asked. “Do you know where the waffle iron is?” I asked. “Sure,” he said as he went to a cupboard, pulled out the waffle iron, and plugged it in. So we had waffles. While we were eating we noticed that it was snowing. It was the first heavy snow of the season. Bobby and I dressed in our...
“You have a lovely cock, Mickey.” “So do you, Roddy. I’ve grown especially fond of its lovely little cover. It’s one of my favorite things, peeling back your foreskin with my tongue.” “Mine, too, Mickey.” “So, tell me,” I asked as I stroked his shoulders and belly, “How is it that you’re such an expert at sex?” “Private tutoring, of course. I came to the Cathedral school at 9. The older boys didn’t take much notice of me then, but at 11 I caught the eye of the head...