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I had just finished up my semester at college when I got the call. My student job, with PCorps, was moving. My job was going to Bosnia, of all places, and did I want to come?
“Who else will be going?” I asked over the phone.
“The whole office is pretty much being broken up and sent all over the place,” my staff sergeant answered. “You’ll be thrown in with new people, all of you new to each other. It will be frantic, no doubt about it, trying to do logistics for U.S. personnel in the middle of Sarajevo. The place is a mess.”
“Well, I guess it would make for an interesting Christmas,” I answered, and with that I accepted. My staff sergeant was always quick to take ‘yes’ for an answer, however tentatively it was expressed.
Personnel Corps (since renamed by us the Pussy and Penis Corps) arrived in Sarajevo. Everyone I met was new. We worked frantically for days. There was hardly any free time at all. And then, suddenly, it was the day before Christmas Eve. Someone had suggested a party. We’d all agreed. An office party would be just the thing to refresh us and lift our spirits.
“It’s going to be themed, ‘The Good Boys and Bad Girls Office Party,’ a girl told me in the ladies bathroom. She gave me all the details, which sent my head spinning. Some girl had a very naughty brain. I wasn’t sure I wanted to attend, after hearing what was in the works. Soon after I met my favorite guy, a U.S. Colonel who was one of the higher-ranking men assigned to our office. It was a strange mixture, a lot of ranks had been thrown in together for their needed talents, with little regard being paid to rank.
“Why are you so worried?” he asked in his fatherly way. He was on the cusp of 40, with just a touch of grey in his hair. “I’m sure its mostly just crazy fun.”
“They say if you’ve never been, never been–” I couldn’t get it out of my mouth, the words were so new to me.
“A bad girl?” he smiled.
“Then you have to be.”
“Well, if it needs to be done, I’ll do it for you,” he replied. “Does that make you happy?”
“Yes,” I answered. I pressed myself to his chest, as I done several times in the past couple of days. “And do it in private,” I added. “So no one will see.”
“In private,” he answered. He ran his hand down the soft mane of my blonde hair and onto my back. Then he lifted his other palm and gently cupped my fanny. With little effort he found the tail of my skirt and slipped his hands beneath. I gasped as his palms found the proud orb of my bottom.
“Mmmm, cotton panties,” he said. His voice broke as he said it. “Did you know you’re young enough to be my daughter?”
“I know,” I answered.
“You’ve been wearing shorter and shorter skirts these last few days,” he gently scolded me.
“Mmmm,” I acknowledged. I pressed my small face deeper into his broad girth of chest. I found my fingers gripping to his shirt as if it were a cliff face that I might fall off of.
“Your panties only cover half your bottom!” he discovered suddenly, his voice croaking a little. It was as if he were discovering the deficiencies of his own daughter’s underwear, the way he said it. His finger explored the top of my panties and then slipped beyond, into the groove of my pumpkin. He shuddered a moment, as if surprised at himself for suddenly having a finger in the ass of a girl half his age. I think he blamed me for it.
“You’re already naughty,” he whispered to me.
“I know,” I breathed. I kissed his chest. He lifted his hand and gave my bottom a little slap. I bounced under the blow, over-reacting by far, but it seemed to strike into my very core.
“Did you wear them for me?” he asked suddenly.
“Perhaps,” I answered. I found my thumb and stuck it into my mouth.
“If I see you dropping lots of stuff on the floor today, in front of the other guys, I’m going to take charge of your morals, just like I would my own daughters’,” he warned me.
I pressed myself closer to him. Close as I could. “Whatever you say, sir,” I answered.
He pushed me back from him. His hands returned to my waist, held me chastely there. He looked down at me, into my eyes. “I’m serious,” he said to me.
“I know you are,” I answered. “That’s why you’re my best friend.” I circled my finger over his starched shirt. I longed to open it. “Because you’re older than me, and very serious, and you work very hard, and devote your life totally to the Army.”
“That’s enough,” he replied. He pushed me back, clearly unsettled. I saw that his pants were bulging hugely, bigger than any man’s I’d ever seen. I gazed at him, my breasts filling my tight blouse, big as melons. I straightened my skirt with my hands.
“We still have a lot of work to do,” he said, all business-like again. “Get those reports off to General Lampkins.”
“Okay, sir,” I smiled.
“And quit calling me ‘sir,’” he scolded me. “You’re a civilian.”
“Mmmm, I like it,” I teased. I turned to go. “Bye, bye, sir.”
“Not for as long as you’d like,” he threatened. His hands fingered his belt buckle. “You’re lucky you’re not my daughter.”
“I know,” I answered. I blew him a kiss before I disappeared around the hall.
***
The staff sergeant for our newly assembled PCorps was a woman. She told me that evening that tomorrow’s party, after a few hours of work, was going to be styled a “Punishment Party.” There were about 20 of us in PCorps, in our own, hastily-rehabbed building.
“Well, I don’t like the name,” I said. “Whatever happened to ‘Good Boys and Bad Girls?’
“That’s the name of the party,” she answered. She was very beautiful for a staff sergeant, a tall, big-bosomed redhead. But she had a fierceness about her that scared me sometimes. “The type of party that it is is a punishment party. Don’t worry, just do what I tell you. You’ll have a lot of fun. I can see you’ve never been to one before.” She grinned at me, cat-like.
“Well, I could use a break from all this work,” I mused. I fingered the hem of my dress.
“Don’t be such a goody-goody girl,” the staff sergeant, whose name was Linda, replied. “It’s a bad girl party, and I expect you to be a little bad, at least.”
The next morning I got up early. I thanked God when I found the shower to be giving hot water. I did my hair after bathing, brushing it until it had a luster and sheen I hadn’t bothered to give it in many days of relentless work here in Sarajevo. I pinned it up, loosely, to give it a slightly more formal appearance. Then I applied my makeup and lipstick as carefully as I could. Time was short, there was a big pile of logistics work that had to be gotten through before we could have our party. I left for the office, escorted by two servicemen who walked with me the short distance from my flat to the building where we all worked.
About noontime a tiny tangle of fabric was deposited on my desk. I looked up, saw Linda.
“What’s this?” I asked. My thoughts were far away, on some gasoline drums that were stuck in Croatia.
“It’s what you’ll be wearing to the party,” she answered. “Put it on.”
“What?” I gasped. I picked up the little pile of strings and looked at it. It was a teensy bikini panty, smaller even than the naughty undies the Colonel had caught me wearing.
“I’m not sure I want to wear this under my dress. It looks so small that it might be uncomfortable.”
Linda laughed. Her breasts heaved with her laughter and I saw that today she wasn’t wearing any bra under her green army uniform. “Go to the ladies room and take everything off,” she said. “Come back wearing that, nothing else. There’s a hamper in there for your clothes. Sorry, but there aren’t really any hangers around here to hang things up. Anyway, I want to make sure all the girls’ clothes are put away. We’re going to lock the hamper afterwards, to make sure.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at the panties. Then the Colonel walked by. He stopped at my desk. There was a knowing look on his face.
“I at least need a bra,” I said in a half-whisper to Linda.
“No you don’t, dear. It’s a punishment party. What better way to show your vulnerability to the men by greeting them with your breasts bare, and your tender nipples stiff? If they find you unpleasant, or unwilling, they can always tweak them for you, to improve your behavior.”
I watched the Colonel walk on to his office. “What will the men be wearing?” I asked.
“Their best uniforms, of course,” she answered. “Now march your ass into the bathroom and be back here on the double.” She rounded the corner of my desk, hefted me from my seat, and gave me an all-too-friendly slap on my fanny. I looked at her accusingly. “Sue me for sexual harassment, sister,” she answered. I saw that I had no choice but to go change, or go run home to my flat and spend Christmas by myself. I gulped, and headed for the bathroom.
Several other girls were already there.
“I can barely get this thing on!” one girl complained. She was nude, standing on the tiled floor in her best heels, and trying to adjust the mischievous bits of fabric so they at least left something to the imagination.
“At least the back isn’t a thong,” a second girl said. She glanced over her shoulder and carefully pulled the material of her panties as wide as she could, managing to cover a good two-thirds of her heinie.
“Try walking in them. They’ll bunch up in your ass-crack in no time,” a third girl said ruefully. “Lisa! Get your things off, dear. The party’s almost ready to start!” she urged me.
“I need a break,” the first girl said. She’d finally made her peace with the panties. She smoothed her hands across her flat belly. “Maybe I can get pregnant and get out of this war.”
“Don’t tell the colonel,” the second girl replied. “He’ll make sure you only get fucked up the ass if you let on you want out.”
“I’m getting it right up my cunt,” the third girl announced. She turned to the bathroom mirror and gave her hair a quick brush. Her nude boobs bounced springily. She was no more than 20, a new enlistee. Rumor had it she’d slipped through boot camp as effortlessly as a knife slicing butter, thanks to a friendship that kept her ‘tied up’ in office training, away from the rigors of the parade ground. I think there were a few girls in our unit who’d gotten special passes through boot camp, for their arms were a slim as their breasts were big, and they couldn’t lift anything more than I could.
“Well, I’m not so sure about all this,” a smaller girl answered. She cupped her firm breasts and felt their weight on her palms. “I’m only 16, you know. I ran away from home and got signed into the army by a nice sergeant who didn’t make me do anything. I just got assigned here, though my paperwork shows that I spent 16 weeks at Ft. Stomper.”
“You had an easier time than me, then,” I teased her. I lifted off my blouse and unhooked my bra. “I had to trek all the way down to the student-aid office and fill out a whole page of information to get this job.” I liked her the best, I think, of all the girls, though I was two years older than her. She was young and naive, like me. Her name was Elizabeth, but everyone called her Missy.
The girl at the mirror turned and gave Missy a slap on the rear with her hairbrush. “You’re in the army now, honey. You’ll get your training one way or another.” Her name was Sally. As missy assuaged her wounded bottom Sally turned her about and led her out. “Come on, darling,” Sally ordered.
“See you at the party,” the remaining girl told me. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her name was Chantra, an Indian name. It matched her dark hair, though her skin was as white as mine.
“Okay,” I answered. Neatly I folded my clothes and then plopped them in the hamper. I found Sally’s hairbrush, quickly repaired my own locks, and departed.
The thing about wearing such small panties is that they didn’t quite cover the whiteness of my skin that usually lay beneath my bathing suit. As I entered the special office reserved for our party, I felt self-conscious at how my Florida suntan contrasted so noticeably with my semi-visible bunny-tail bottom.
“I see you didn’t get a large enough size again,” the colonel said laughingly to me. I saw him, blushed, tugged at the back of my panties. Already they had snuck partway into the furrow of my bottom, making me even more visible in behind. He reached down and traced a finger over my white skin that was on display in front, where my beach bikini would have more modestly covered me.
“I’m doing my best, sir,” I answered. “This party wasn’t my idea, you know. In fact, if I had my way, I’d take off these danged panties right now, they’re such a nuisance.”
“Yes,” he grinned. I blushed again.
“I mean, to put my skirt back ON,” I added hastily.
“Given your poor choice of panty sizes, I guess it’s just as well you didn’t try for a matching bra,” the colonel mused. As freely as if I were his wife he put his hands to my breasts and rolled my tense nipples between his fingers.
I raised my hand to slap him for his forwardness. Linda, stepping up onto a desk in her heels, interrupted my intention by ringing a little bell. Her uniform was gone, she wore only the de rigueur panties, her own as small and useless as mine were. I saw the cupping of her snatch where her panties made themselves useful on her otherwise nude body. Linda’s bounteous breasts shook with her ringing of the bell. Her red hair bounced gaily, she seemed in an exceptionally good mood.
“Girls, and gentlemen. Don’t feel too smug, guys. You’re forbidden to take out your equipment in the party room, which I’m sure will make you quite uncomfortable. It’s intended to. This is a punishment party for both sexes, not just us females. We’re going to celebrate Christmas the old fashioned way, like back in the 1800’s, when Santa’s purpose wasn’t just to bring toys for good c******n. He also brought a switch for bad c******n, and used it, so they’d be good next year.” The little crowd of men in uniforms and almost-naked girls gathered around Linda as she spoke. The room was large, festooned with ornaments from the U.S., with a big Christmas tree in one corner, that had yet to be decorated. “We’ll be trimming the tree together,” Linda continued. “We girls who surreptitiously decked out this room during the last few days didn’t have time to get to everything, so we saved the tree as a special party treat. I hope you men don’t mind giving us a hand on this. We’ll need your help if we’re to get all those trimmings right up to the top of the tree, not to mention putting a star atop it. And since we’re bad girls, we’ll be rubbing your crotches whenever we can, right through until the tree is trimmed, which should take some time, I’m sure. You’ll probably cream in your pants, men, so don’t fight it. It’s a punishment party, after all. I just hope you can re-fill for the favors that you’ll want to give us later in the evening. I’ve ordered lots of eggnog, to help out. Drink and be merry.” She rang the bell again, as if to bring her remarks to a formal conclusion. A kind of stunned silence reigned over the men a moment, shocked that they would be put in the predicament of sperming their own uniforms. And then somebody turned up the music, and the festivities began.
At the colonel’s encouragement I circulated as freely in the room as the other girls did. The men fondled me as I stood exchanging small talk with them, or with other girls. And, like the other females, I took the liberty of massaging each man’s crotch. It was more fun that I could imagine, knowing he couldn’t unzip himself, and was scared to death of cumming in his pants. Every time a man came he was given a celebratory splash of eggnog in the face. When I got back to the colonel he was trembling on the brink of his own ejaculation. Missy was working his crotch, absently, a finger in her mouth.
“Well, I liked the Little Mermaid movie best when I was little…” she was saying absently, pursuing some train of thought that held no interest for me but apparently captivated the colonel.
“Missy,” I said to her. “Go get some eggnog. I think our friend here is about to cum in his pants.”
“Okay,” she answered naively. She did not realize that while she was getting the eggnog I would have the pleasure of finishing him off. She turned and headed off for the drinks table. I saw that her panties were completely wedged inside her cute little ass. The colonel watched her retreating bottom with awestruck eyes.
“It’s time I bring you off before you get the idea of porking an underage minor,” I told him. I grasped his bulging crotch and squeezed it hard.
“I already have it,” he answered.
“What? You’ve cum already?” I asked. There was disappointment in my voice.
“No, I mean I want to fuck that adorable bottom of hers,” he said. His loins surged toward me as he felt my hand work him, his eyes still pasted on Missy’s behind.
“Well, let me see if I can fix that,” I said. I rubbed his bulge with vigor.
“Oh, God, don’t make me do it in my pants,” he said, turning his eyes to me. “I’m a 40-year-old man. It would be totally humiliating. What if we get a visit from the general, or get called outside? I haven’t cum in my pants since I was 13.”
I massaged him relentlessly, unmoved. “Didn’t you know this was going to be called a ‘punishment party?’” I asked him.
“Yes, but, I thought –”
“That only us girls would get punished, hmmm?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he croaked. I could see he was truly just moments from spurting now, unless I quickly unhanded him. I did not.
“Does this make me a bad girl?” I asked him. I felt his loins stir with a special urgency, and suddenly I sensed wetness within his trousers.
“Yes, it definitely does,” he answered me. Our eyes met. As I continued to work him our lips came together, me rising on tiptoe, he leaning down. We kissed passionately as he jetted into his uniform pants.
Taking me by the hand, he led me to a private office. Carefully I’d kept my panties pretty well covering my behind, but now he turned me around. He pushed me toward the desk in the small office. “Take down your panties and climb up on the desk,” he said. His voice was uncompromising in its tone. I heard him unbuckle his belt behind me.
“Oh, even my father never spanked me!” I pleaded suddenly. I tugged at the bottom of my panties, unsure.
“I promised you that it would be private, not that it wouldn’t be done,” he replied. I heard his belt slither out of its belt loops. There was no need for him to undress. He was soft at the moment, thanks to my wickedness.
I looked back over my shoulder at him. I ran my fingers over my seat, grateful suddenly for the fabric, however small, that covered it. “Can’t it be done with my panties on?” I asked. “It will hurt even more if I take them off.”
“You heard what Linda said,” he replied. “Santa bringing the switch, and using it. Jacking off your colonel is not behavior the old boy would approve of, I’m sure.”
“Oh, my!” I sighed. I yanked at my panties. They popped down off my bottom as effortlessly as if I’d pulled at cellophane. Only the bit caught in my cunt remained.
“Gracefully, like a lady,” the colonel ordered. “You’re eighteen, not 16 like Missy.” Slowly, trying to be as civilized as possible, chic even, I stripped my last remnant of modesty down my impeccably long legs. I had model’s legs, and men loved them, no less the colonel for being able to see my fat little ass atop them, in all its white nudity.
“I was so careful to keep my bottom white when I lay in the sun,” I said, stepping remorsefully out of my panties as I sensed his belt swishing behind me.
“I’m glad,” he answered. “I love strapping a white bottom. It lets me see most clearly my handiwork, after I’m finished. And show it off to my friends.”
“But you said,” I began.
“You’ll be whipped in private, it doesn’t mean I won’t show you off a bit later,” he answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll be discreet about it. Now hand me your panties. Don’t just leave them on the floor like some c***d would. I’m beginning to think you’re not 18 yourself, though you say you are.”
“Do you think I ran away to COLLEGE?” I asked him. I bent down, quite conscious of how close my bare hiney was to his aimlessly swinging belt. I picked up my undies and gave them to him.
“Open your mouth,” he said, ignoring my last question. I did, and like a horse being bitted he shoved my panties into my mouth and tied them tightly behind my head. I tasted my own excitement on the bit of fabric that had covered my cunt.
“Now turn around, and get that ass of yours up on the desk. Climb right up, don’t be ashamed of showing off your hind parts to me as you do it. I’ll be seeing all you have to show from now on, as long as your whipping lasts.” His voice was stern. I knew I could not disobey. Trembling, my knees almost knocking together, I mounted the desk. As I did so he tossed me a cushion from a chair. “Here, put your head down on this,” he said. “I don’t mean to make you any more uncomfortable than I have to. The bed is the proper place for this. But I want to enjoy some more of the party before we go find one of those.”
Gagged, fearful, and rueful that he wanted to still go back and party with the other girls, I put the pillow beneath me and placed my face down upon it. I was tentative in my movements, hoping somehow for a reprieve. I sensed none would be given.
“Open your legs,” he said. “I will decide where you are struck, not you. If I choose to hurt your cunt, that’s up to me. You’ll just have to hope for the best.” Shivering visibly with fright, I parted my thighs a little. I’d hoped to keep them squeezed tight during my punishment. I knew my cunny made a nice juicy target, with my ass high up and available like that. He sliced his belt through the air.
“Wider!” he said harshly. “Get your legs open as wide as you can, and don’t bring them back together, no matter what happens. If I have to tie them open you’ll suffer far worse for it, I assure you.”
Feeling like some mare being inspected, I opened my thighs as far as they would go. I found sheafs of paper as I spread them, and gratefully rested my knees atop them to ease the pressure on my knees. Unfortunately, this lifted my butt up even higher.
“There you go,” the colonel said. My titties hung beneath me, pressing their nipples into the bare wooden desktop. I hoped there weren’t any splinters in it. The desk looked pretty old. It had just been through a war. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited.
There were footsteps behind me. I heard a male voice, realized it wasn’t the colonel’s. My eyes popped open.
“Oh! Look, dear!” I heard Linda announce. “How pretty she looks.” I blushed with fierce shame. Someone was at the doorway, peeking in! Hadn’t the colonel locked it?
A second voice, laughing. Sally! “It is her first time, I think,” I heard her say. “Look how white her seat is! What a delight it will be for you to burnish that up, colonel!”
“God, what an ass!” I heard an unknown male voice say. “She is nothing if not an ass.”
“She is shy, getting it the first time,” the colonel replied. “She wants to receive it in private.” Humiliated, I buried my face deeper in the pillow. I lifted my hands to cover my mortified ass.
“Get your hands away this instant, girl!” the colonel snapped. A flick of the belt sent it biting into the back of one of my hands.
“OWWWW!” I cried. Immediately I yanked my hand away, simultaneously rearing up on my hind legs. I knelt on the table, turned my head around, my back straight, my legs still as wide apart as ever.
“I’ll hold her head down,” Sally said easily. “It’s alright dear, I understand your reluctance the first time,” she sympathized. Before I could dissuade her she was all the way around in front of my desk, and bringing my face back down to my pillow with a firm hand on the back of my neck.
“Mmmm, you have a nice thin belt,” I heard Linda tell the colonel. “Leather, too, not regulation, but it will slice her up quite nicely.”
“I want her to be able to remember it for a few days,” he replied. “God knows, at age 40 it may take me that long just for my balls to re-fill.”
“Nonsense,” Linda answered. “This is a private office. Let me unzip you and lick up the mess in your pants, and your thing. You’ll be hard in no time, with me on the job, and with Lisa’s bouncy bottom to entertain you. John, get down behind me. You can enter me just when Lisa is at her most extreme, perhaps having a little orgasm of her own under the belt.” I heard the unknown male, John by name, enter and unzip himself. There was a rustle of clothes as he got down in his uniform behind Linda, her mouth now traitorously at my own colonels’ cock.
[Alas, I was f****d to delete the giant sex party and all the juicy punishments that went on. I was told that Bill Clinton actually took time off from porking women and young underage girls to sign some kind of a ‘telecommunications’ bill. So if you are left with blue balls, don’t blame me! I’m just doing my patriotic duty here, censoring my speech because I live in the Land of the Free!]
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This is my second story submission on Indian Sex Stories. A short description about me, I am an average built male, married and I am 31 yrs of age living in Bangalore. Will not exaggerate, but I have an average tool which I know is enough to satisfy any woman. It’s not always about size but how you treat a woman in bed which really matters. As I always mention sex is about giving pleasure and in turn you get pleasure, treat every woman with respect, give pleasure and get pleasure. Coming to the...
Last week I spent the night fucking my own aunt. I would never have even thought of such a thing under normal circumstances. What happened was so wild and crazy, I still can't quite believe it.I'm a woman's clothing buyer for a major department-store chain. I was in New York on a buying trip, and the sales rep for a large clothing manufacturer took me out to dinner. I was staying in an expensive suite they supply to their out-of-town customers, and when the rep dropped me off in front of the...
I got up late next morning, severely hung over. Maya was lying next to me naked. When I went down and looked, everything was a mess. Anjali’s dress lying on the floor. There was a note on the table from Babita, stating that she was taking Anjali shopping and would be back in a few hours. I took an aspirin and made myself a hot cup of black coffee. Taking the newspaper, I stepped out into the balcony and lay in one of the tanning beds. After a while, I heard footsteps and looked up to see...
My heart was beating so fast and thumping so hard, it was pounding inside my head. I could see Mom’s tiny nipples rolling back and forth as I fucked her titties. It felt like I was about to blow a hole out the side of my cock, just before I let loose with my load of cum. “YES – YES – YES!” Mom yelled as I covered her titties until my cum was streaming toward her neck, and down to her belly. I wasn’t about to slow down, and backed up to stand on the floor between her legs. I forced them...
Alan lived with his father still, but his father was going to be in another state working a construction job for a couple months... so we basically had the house to ourselves. The only other person there was Alan's grandfather, and he rarely left his room for anything other than to get food. He was very hard of hearing, and never said a word, just the occasional grunt. Alan told me he had his own restroom, so other than getting food or a drink he rarely left his room. Apparently he's a...
When Jack got married he knew that his wife would do anything he wanted no matter how kinky it was."Have you ever been fist fucked?""No" said Maris."Take your panties off and spread your legs, I'm going to do it""Please don't honey, It will hurt" she cried.Jack smeared his arm with his wife's face cream and pushed his fist against her whore just like her husband wanted.
FetishAfter we finished showering for the second time, we went to our separate rooms to get dressed for the day, it was Saturday. Mom put on a new sundress that was quite short in length showing her beautiful legs and had a plunging neckline that revealed lots of wonderful delicious cleavage. When I walked into the kitchen she was preparing breakfast for us, she turned facing me and smiled saying, "Like my dress, stud?" She then wiggled her shoulders making her tits wiggle under the thin material...
I wanted her to see me as a man in uniform taking her. The sex and the visual aids I hoped would get her to adjust quicker to her new reality. At my unspoken command the ship started to climb once more and the cargo net became down. I climbed over the woman's body and was then able to put my cock into her mouth. She sucked a little and stopped. In her mind I said, "Suck my cock. You belong to me and I intend to use you." Connie sucked mechanically until I came in her mouth then I pulled...
MY FAVORITE SEX TOY IS MY VIBRATING BACK MASSAGER!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I THINK ABOUT IT WHEN I’M AWAY FROM HOME. I HAVE MORE THAN ONE. I CAN’T EXPLAIN HOW TURNED ON I GOT DURING MY LAST PURCHASE IN STORE. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE! EVEN THOUGH I WAS VERY NERVOUS AND EMBARRESSED, THE URGE TO MASTURBATE WITH A STRONG VIBRATOR MOTIVATED ME TO DO IT. I’M A MIDDLE AGED FEMALE, SKINNY, SMALL BREASTS AND I’M THE LAST PERSON YOU’S EXPECT TO BE BUYING A VIBRATOR. I FOUND MYSELF WALKING CIRCLES AROUND THE...
One of the things you may notice about my fantasy writing is that a lot of the same themes play over in them. Part of that is because we’re dealing with my fantasies, but it’s also because when it comes to describing a particular scene I tend to base it off my experiences. I try to remember what things felt like, tasted like, smelled like and while I may change things around or amplify the bdsm aspects of the scene in my story, I’m writing based on what I can see in my head if that makes...
The Day that Kelli Appeared. One day when i was still at School (6th form), my Mum and Dad said they were going to my aunties for a long Weekend. Leaving on thursday and returning sunday and i would be left at home. Suddenly in a moment of brilliance an idea flashed through my head i could spend the whole weekend Dressed (I had been crossdressing as long as i could remember) Thursday couldnt come fast enough, i raced home from School in anticipation. After having Dinner My...
My experience with Allison and the knowledge that my instruction of the lovely Rita was likely at an end left me depressed and angry. I spent the rest of Thursday night and Friday, the day after Allison's house closed, in my studio. I usually have a lot of work to do on Fridays, preparing for the weekend open houses and placing ads, but I took a break from my painting Friday morning that was only long enough to call Morgan in the office and tell her I wasn't well. I asked her to place ads...
In every one’s life some thing strange happens and I want to share that strange incidence with you. I am Rahul from London. I was born and bought up in London as my parents are settled in London. My parents are working in one of the software companies. I was the only one for my parents. My father’s name is Ram, age 40years. But looks like 35years. My mom’s name is Haritha, age 38 years. Her figure is 38-32-36. What a figure you imagine. My parents came to London and are working in the same...
IncestThe Cult had no power to control who might walk through the doors, unwittingly seeking admission. As a result, the members had no choice but to ask those who didn't 'measure up' to leave. The criteria were pleasing looks and a similar personality, race and ethnic background being quite unimportant. Those who refused to leave were shunned, and ultimately gave up and left. Young women were required to meet an additional requirement: public sexual submission to the leader of the group. This...
i think it's gonna better if i tell the story from the begining. When i was born my father was very happy to heard a has ason. İ guess lmost he doesnt know after happens. From the time after some situation happened about somethings wrong but my parents prefer didnt talk about that until i was twelve. the year at the begining of effective my hormones top so my body was begining the transform like a girl. espicially my breast my booty my emotional situation not different from my body. İ feels...
4. Ben stared at the poster awestruck. He held the poster in his hand as he slowly walked down the street. Where was he, this man who could heal any wounds? He had to get to work, the newspaper archives might have some information on this man. He headed to the printing press. It was a few blocks away in the brick covered city. The sun was beginning to come into full dawn lighting up the sky with both majesty and beauty as it did. He saw the small building that was right in the middle of the...
"He's doing it again." It was the first thought that came to my mind as I peeked inside my son's room. Inside the room, my son Fred was laying spread eagle on his big double bed. I observed my handsome son as he slowly stripped off his clothes. He removed his t-shirt, then his shorts tossing them carelessly on one side. Then he propped his head on the pillows and stared at the screen of his laptop on his side that showed a porn movie in progress. I had seen him before in that state. In...
CHAPTER 2. Right after the Phil game was over, I made my way to my bedroom. I had a little trouble enjoying the game cause every time they broke for a commercial, thoughts of what I told my brother I would do creeped into my brain. As I laid there on my bed I started to think about what I promised. I looked around my room and saw all my posters on my walls. There were a couple cool car posters. I have a few Phils team banners up. There we some posters from my favorite movies and there...
“Hey, Lazy-arse, are you getting up yet?” “Hmmmmm,” Frankie groaned as she felt Mia give her shoulder a shake. It felt way too early to be getting up from sleep. “I thought you’d still be the one sleeping in since your body is used to Boston time.” Mia shook her head disapprovingly at Frankie’s lame excuse for a lie in. She placed a glass of water down on Frankie’s bedside cabinet and handed her a couple of headache tablets. It had been a boozy evening the night before and the party season...
***This is the last chapter of this story. In a little time – in the story after this – some of these characters will appear in ‘A Red Maple Leaf & Ten Orchids’ which will restart shortly and go to its conclusion. 0_o —————- The conversation was difficult and just a little tearful for Cale and very tearful for his daughter. Samantha had been through a lot in the last couple of years and some and that involved a lot of quick growing up, but she now recognized that she was perhaps not the...
She looks at you with those pretty blue eyes. The confusion and pain on her face stabs you with guilt for what you have just said to her. You feel like the biggest asshole in the world. "But I don't understand," she says in a cracked voice, and you can see the tears are going to start coming soon. "I thought you loved me!" Fuck. This sucks. As many times as you've broken up with girls before, you'd think you'd be used to it by now. But it's always a shitty feeling when you have to reveal what...
FetishI woke up early in the morning and surprised myself by not having that "Where am I?" type feeling being in Jim's bedroom. I was getting used to being with Jim. That was a bit of a surprise to me, actually. I never really thought that I'd ever be "with" a guy. Jim was sleeping soundly--if I put my ear near his chest, I could almost hear him softly snoring--and he looked like an angel. I raised the sheet a bit to look underneath, and smiled at my now naked angel. When Jim's body gave an...
Riya stood back from the back of the car and wondered if she had left anything behind. She looked at the packed boot and went over in her mind everything that was in there. From food for the day to changes of clothes in case the weather changed, or they got wet from unexpected rain. Shreyas ambled up to the car. She asked him if he could think of anything they had left behind. He looked at the packed car and back at her. ‘Forgot anything? Really mom, could we fit anything more in?’ She laughed...
Gina was three years younger than me. She was 22 and she was the biggest pain in my ass you could imagine. She was the 'it' girl at our small Uni and she walked around like the world owed her a fucking debt of gratitude, while I was already out in the working world and was only here to get the last of my things, having moved into a new place. Don't get me wrong, I understood why she acted like this, she was hot, sexy actually but wow did she know it! She treated me like shit, always...
Wafto, the hunch-backed dwarf, became immediately attentive in his hiding place inside the huge antique wardrobe in Sharon Court's room when he heard the door being opened. He maneuvered his deformed body so that one eye was pressed to the small hole which had inconspicuously been bored in the left-hand door, his muscles tensed with barely repressed excitement. The light snapped on overhead, and he could see the lithe, voluptuous blonde wife as she ran across the room and flung herself on...
My First Real Outfit I started completely dressing in women’s clothes shortly after high school. I didn’t really own anything of my own but I would fully dress in my mothers clothes a few times when I knew she would be gone for a few hours.. Usually it was just pantyhose, bras, and panties that I would borrow from my mom . I had experimented with it a bit when younger, stealing my mom’s pantyhose and jerking myself to incredible orgasms while wearing them or being forced to wear them from a...
CrossdressingAs she lay in the tub of warm water, soaping herself, her mind wandered back to the past few weeks she had spent with him. The last fifteen years of sex with her husband had always been good, and the last few years had been even better as they had both matured and learned how to please the other. However, in the past weeks, even their usually great love-making had reached another level in intensity and frequency. She couldn’t quite place what had brought it on. It could have been that she had...
Love StoriesTHE QUINCEANERA PARTY - A MIND MELD STORY BY JANICE (I meld to a Mexican girl having her Quinceanera, a Mexican ritual for girls on their fifteenth birthday; it is a sort of coming out party, or coming of age. For more information, look it up like I did. [Mind meld - Ron Baxter is a sixteen year old quadriplegic who has the power to enter peoples mind and either control them or just be a passenger, and just go...
I rewrote this story with a different setting as ‘The Submissive Wife’. Partly because the original was written for a friend rather than for public consumption. However, I also wasn’t quite sure how I felt writing stories about schoolgirls, even ones who were sixteen lol. In the end however, I have decided that I actually prefer this setting and wanted to share it. You knock on my office door but there’s no reply. You hope I am away, had forgotten about you, but then you hear voices coming...
Diese Erzählung ist ein reines Phantasieprodukt. Ähnlichkeiten mit der realen Welt wären rein zufällig. Ich bin Anfang 30 und verdiene mein Geld im Rotlichtmilieu. Zusammen mit einigen Partnern betreibe ich in Deutschland mehrere Bordelle und Clubs. Nach außen habe ich natürlich die Fassade eines seriösen Geschäftsmannes mit Villa in einem Nobelviertel und großem Auto aufgebaut. Mir obliegt es unter anderem, immer für ausreichenden Nachschub an Frauen, intern unsere Pferdchen genannt, zu...
I first met Debbie during year one at the university. We shared some classes and lived in the same accommodation block, but weren’t close, just acquaintances. We lost touch in year two because I moved off-campus into a small flat that I rented with Maria, another classmate. This flat-share worked well and continued into my third year. However, during the spring semester, love or lust must have been in the air; Maria decided to shack up with her boyfriend. I would probably have done the same had...
MatureWhy cowboys wear a silk scarf around their necks By Tender Cowboy As we undressed, I quietly stepped behind you and slipped silk scarf from my neck over your eyes, gently affixed, I lead you onto the bed and you stretch out upon it. I watch your body stretched out on the bed, my eyes caressing the gentle curves of your breasts as they heave with each trembling breath. You feel the bed shift as I climb onto it on your right side and you tremble wondering where and how I will touch you. Your...
Chapter 17 Learning The Basics Wild horses wouldn’t have kept me away of course. And so began several months of some of the best sex education a boy could ask for. Doreen wasn’t into anything kinky but she and I tried every variation of what these days is called ‘straight’ sex, everything that she already knew or that we could think of. From time to time when I got home I’d find a ten bob note in my pocket, I tried to give it back to her the first time I found one but she wouldn’t take it,...
I was at work when I my secretary buzzed me on the intercom. "It's your daughter's principal," she told me. I picked up the phone, and a very angry man told me, "Ms. Miller, I am suspending your daughter. Please come and pick her up." "What are you suspending her for?" I asked. "I will discuss it with youwhen you arrive," he said curtly. I agreed, then I hung up the phone and left to Rachel's school. I arrived and went to the principal's office. I was shown in to his office,...
A Tail of a boy and his MummyXenophobio, at 18 had been raised to understand his Mother Dearest'sattitude towards the need for discipline for boys and in particular hisneed for it.Valoria Mother Dearest-Thumpsdale had always been strict, but her sternattitude increased with the teen's age and he knew it would just continuethat way.Mrs. Mother Dearest-Thumpsdale had no intention of letting up on her sonand was always finding ways to increase his shame and the regularity ofhis now routine...
Hi friends, i am a lover of sex stories and visiting this site since last two-three years, i have read every kind of stories here, love them all but stories about aunties are my fav. This is my first story, please forgive for mistakes, without wasting much of time, let me come to story. I am Gautam, 23 from Mumbai, i might not have an eye catching physique, but i can still steal your hearts with my talks, this story is about my experience with a girl named Meera whom i met on we chat. It was...
"You're...you're...driving me...insane," I stuttered as excitement dripped from my engorged big clit.Liberally, Daddy coated his fingers with lube from the bottle I had in my purse. "Alex, I want you to know this is going to hurt. But, once the pain subsides I think you'll found it quite enjoyable.""A girl was made to be penetrated and I so want to be penetrated by you. Just get me really ready first," I replied. My voice was full of excited but mixed emotions.Daddy slowly fought his middle...
I have always been a lover of really hairy women. So much so that I decided that when I met the right female, who turned out to be the gorgeous 50 year old, brunette Sheena, who had extremeley large and very droopy and saggy breasts, whose company I enjoyed and who enjoyed my company too I would, as soon as possible in the relationship, tell her that if she wanted to be with me I did not want her to shave any of her body hair off AT ALL, EVER. I told her two days after we met that my...
Hi, It’s Me Mani again..Came back with another part of real sex story but its not mine. Check out the 1st Part 1st. Anyone who want give their stories can email me at even girls and married ladies can approach me, present at Hyderabad. Okay, coming back to the story now… However, within a little more than a month or by the 2nd week of February 2008, Srilekha Ray underwent abortion; it was her first termination of pregnancy (or impregnation) . . . However, on the other hand, Paresh Mukherjee...
Jill and I met once she started going to my school and we started going out almost immediately. She is 5 foot 2, skinny with short brown hair, and I wanted to ask her out before any other guy did because I never had a serious gf before. She came from an all girl's school and was very shy but she said yes immediately. We got close very fast and it wasn't long before she told me she was a virgin.I didn't want to rush things so I never made a move on her even though we were dating. I thought she'd...
Koishor kaal thekei ami besh sexy. Sex er bepare amar koutuhol borabori beshi. Ekhon amar boyosh 24 r erimoddhe ami prai 10-12 jon mohilar shathe sex korechi. Meyera amak khub pochodo-o kore. Amar figure athletic. Height 6 feet. Peshibohul shorir. Aar amar dixk size lombai 8 ichi r 3 inchi mota. Ekdin besh obak kora ekta bepar gothe gelo. Ami sheidin basai eka chilam. Amar familyr shobai desher bari berate geche. Amar exam chilo tai jete parini. So ami basai eka boshe boshe amar computer-e ekta...
Authors note: This is a true story; I knew both Al and Joyce (not their real names). Before they moved away Al was a complete cuckold. Joyce was truly a cum slut. It’s important to read the first episode so you understand how Al and Joyce are evolving. Thanks for the encouragement. Right on time John called Joyce Friday afternoon, “hey babe, how are you?” “Hi honey, I’m really great still a little sore but I’m not walking funny anymore.” “Well that’s good because I told my wife I was going...
YOU NEVER GET A SECOND CHANCE, TO MAKE A FIRST IMPRESSION... The cocksure troubled teen, Justin Barker, was taken to his bunkroom in the boarding school by a senior student. "Okay, well... welcome to your bunkroom. You will get to meet the rest of the group later..." Justin looked around the bunkroom. It had 4 army-style bunk beds and some lockers. At the foot of each double bed, there were 2 lockable footlockers. Peter continued: "You must know that this institution has some stringent rules,...
100% fiction! I think it started when my hairy sister and her friend left their panties in the room so they could go swimming. I knew this was my chance.Touching those panties gave me a feeling like no other, I went into the room and saw those panties on the floor, instantly I got a tingle so I picked up a pair and started to rub them on my crotch, wow did it ever feel good. I jerked nice and slow, what an incredible feeling I knew there was going to be a lot more of this in the future. I would...
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