Roxy
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I was sitting on a stool bellied up to the bar in a small neighborhood place near my hotel. I was in Boston; just finishing a deal that would make me penniless and allow me to do whatever the hell I wanted. The trick was to decide how to do that and still be rich. Confused? I hope so. That would mean Roxy's lawyers would be as well. All of this came about because of what I found out about my wife. That knowledge was not something I went looking for, but it found me just the same. It was complicated to say the least and my deal would make it even worse. Worse for her.
The place was almost empty, which was one of the main reasons I picked it. The barkeep walked toward me after the only other customer in the place walked out the door. It was still early so I knew I wasn't holding him up. He stopped in front of me, gave me the once over, then mentioned I had been there for some time. He told me his name was Sam and asked me mine. I figured what the hell and told him, because I was impressed that he didn't look away.
"Good to meet you Sam. My name is Jim, Jim Evans. Thanks for the ear and the beer. I don't want to go home tonight and I don't want to spend the time alone in my hotel room so this is as good a place as any, and probably better than most."
"If you're looking to get lucky Jimbo, this ain't a prime place for it. Might try the sports bar down the street." He actually had the grace not to look embarrassed when he said this.
"Sam, take a look at me. We both know that I look like something out of a nightmare so do you think I expect to get lucky? All I want is a couple of beers and some peace and quiet. Present company excepted of course."
Sam wiped the bar in front of me, and instead of responding, asked if I was ready for another. At my nod, he produced a tall, cold Budweiser. It was my fourth of the night but who was counting. When he brought it, he said I must have a story to tell and if I wanted, he'd be happy to listen. I hesitated: I was trying to come to grips with my problems but they were very personal and I wasn't sure about sharing them with a stranger.
I took the fresh Bud and pushed the empty away. I was pacing myself tonight. I certainly didn't want to keep thinking the thoughts that wouldn't let me be, but I didn't want to get drunk and pass out. The bartender took the empty and put it in an empty case, then swiped the bar once more before going back to leaning and wiping glasses. I finally said "what the hell" to myself and decided to tell him my tale. It wasn't as if he gave a shit, but I felt better talking, and a truly disinterested party was a bonus.
As I readied myself to tell him my tale, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't actually angry. That was the most surprising thing. I should be anxious, on edge, hopping out of my shoes, but I wasn't any of those things. I was just calm and cool. I guess that's what happens when your world collapses. Sam took his rag, swiped the bar in front of me, flipped the rag over his shoulder and leaned toward me. He was ready to listen as only a bartender could.
My Story:
"Well Sam, it begins nine years ago when I was in college. I was fresh faced, believed in miracles and ready to grab for the brass ring. I was smart as hell, eager as the proverbial beaver and ready to make my fortune. I was working on a Master's in engineering and I was in my final year. I was just filling in my schedule since I only needed credits to fill out my minors. My major was Chemical Engineering and I had completed all of the requirements for that and was taking some easy courses. That's when I met her.
"She was an education major and I shared a class with her my senior year; a math class. For me it was a credit for a minor in math. For her it was part of her major. She was failing miserably and she saw one of my papers when the prof handed them back after a quiz. I had a perfect score, of course, while hers was a 60%. I wasn't paying any attention to her as I left class but she was right behind me. As I exited the building, trying to decide whether to head back to my apartment or go over to the student union for a coke, she caught up to me and tugged on my sleeve. I stopped and turned around to see who it was.
"Seeing her almost made me run in terror. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I had always worshipped her from afar, so to speak. Now here she was, right in front of me and apparently wanted to talk to me. This had to be a joke, a cruel hoax to humiliate me, so I stood stock still waiting for the other shoe to drop. I expected she would do something for her friends who were probably watching, waiting for her to humiliate the ugly guy. Then she surprised me even more: she spoke to me."
"Pardon me. I'm Roxanne Bowers and I'm in your class. The one you just left."
"As if I didn't know that, Sam! Of course I knew that! I just couldn't remember my name or where in the hell I was! I swallowed, did it again and tried to find some tiny bit of moisture that would allow my stuck tongue to break loose from the roof of my mouth. Finally, I opened my mouth and squeaked "I know. I'm J ... Jim Evans."
"Hi Jim. I wondered if I could buy you a coke and ask you for a great big favor. Would that be alright?"
"Rather than try to speak again, I just nodded affirmatively. She began walking toward the Student Union and I sort of shuffled along beside her. As we walked, she started talking and telling me about herself. I listened with intense concentration so as not to miss a single word she said. I planned on repeating this conversation verbatim to myself when my right hand and I had a date later tonight. She continued all the way to the Union and I listened just as long. By the time we arrived, I knew all about her.
"I knew her name, where she was from, that she was an only child whose parents died in a car crash when she was ten. She was raised by an aunt and uncle who were OK but didn't really know how to care for a ten year old. She was on her own a lot but she was pretty independent as a result. She did OK in school and her parents left enough in an insurance policy for her to go to college. She wanted to be a teacher, sort of. Actually what she wanted was to meet some rich boy and get married and live the life of luxury. She thought that made her a horrible person but I said it wasn't too unusual for most girls to feel that way. She said she didn't have a boyfriend and couldn't take the time since school was so hard that studying took all her free time and she really did want to complete her education.
"We got our cokes, took a table and she finally asked me if I would tutor her in math and chemistry. She was not doing well in either and she wanted to be sure she could pass. She saw that I always got perfect scores so she decided I would be the best one to tutor her. She offered to pay me the going rate and I hesitated before agreeing. I didn't need the money for a lot of reasons, not the least being I was on a full ride with a stipend.
"The other thing was who I was. I didn't look any different then as I do now, Sam. I've always been homely; too skinny; too tall; too everything bad. I'm not handsome; hell, I'm not even close to good looking. My face is long and I look like a horse, which was my nickname in high school by the way. And my personality is for shit. I clam up if I meet a girl and in social situations, I suck. As I passed puberty, I started to lose my hair and got a belly. Even though I work out a lot, it makes no difference. God gave me a body that nobody else wanted. When I met her, I didn't go out much, didn't date, wasn't in a fraternity and never left campus to go home. But with all that, and foolish as it probably was, I didn't want to discourage this opportunity.
"We agreed on the deal, she told me to come to her place for an hour each night during the week. I agreed, she gave me her address and phone number and we parted. She smiled at me, held my hand for an extra few seconds before turning and walking away. With her touch my blood had begun to course through my body with a heat that scared me. I remained rooted to the spot as I watched her walk. That was payment enough for me as I headed back to my room, my mind in a pink haze of happiness. Me and my right hand had a lot to do together that night.
"I began to teach her math my way. I think I told you that I was smart? Well, I'm sort of a genius and math was one of my first loves. I taught her tricks and showed her the neat things you could do when you understood that math was something that humans invented and it had rules. She caught on quick and soon began to find that the class was really easy when you understood the principles. Her grades picked up and she did well the remainder of the course.
"Next we took on Chemistry. This was basic chemistry and I simply had her memorize the structures, name scheme, explained the atomic structure and how reactions could be balanced and she began to slowly lose her fear of the unknown. While she didn't do as well in Chemistry as she did in math, she still passed with ease.
"During this time, we began to talk about ourselves and the things we wanted out of life. I found her dreams to be rather simple. She wanted to be taken care of and she liked the things life could offer. She saw teaching only as a means to allow herself to spend as little time working as possible and she hoped to fall in love with a rich man. She wanted freedom to travel and meet people. She was actually very shallow as a person, but I didn't care. The one thing that surprised me was that she didn't seem to realize how beautiful she was. She seemed to think that she was pretty enough but not very smart and that turned guys off. Naïve? I would guess.
"I finally told her about myself, my ambitions to be the best at whatever I tried and my own background. I was the only son of a self made millionaire. Dad had invented several self contained power sources that could be used to provide portable power for all kinds of vehicles. He had patented his ideas and was the owner of Evans Industrial Fabrications, a large factory near Toledo that produced power sources for the military. He had several contracts that were good for many more years and each provided a nice profit. Since dad was always working, mom raised me and was always around to make sure my world was in control and I was safe. She was also very bright and showed me the value of an education. She home schooled me until high school and then when my grades were top of the class, she helped me gain a full scholarship to Ohio State.
"I inherited my brains from both mom and dad. They were both very bright and dad was a genius. The one problem was that my dad was butt-ugly, and so was mom. It seems they were attracted to each other since no one else would give them the time of day, which was fine by them. They were in love and it was solid and real. I was raised in that world, surrounded by love, and it made me a better man and human being. However, along with dad's brains, I also inherited his looks and mom's didn't help out any either. To say I was ugly was an understatement. Always had been and I knew it. But hey, as the bible says: He gives and He takes away. I was content with what I was.
"My world was always solidly in control thanks to mom and dad. I had no thoughts of anything but my education and I pursued it with total commitment. I was happy and I was content until a drunk driver took them both away from me. In one drunken act, he destroyed my safe and secure world and forced me out into the light of chaos which was life without them. I was nineteen at the time and I had just started college but with this disaster, I dropped out and went back home. It hit me hard Sam. Harder than anything else in my entire life. They were my world, my source of love and laughter. When they left this earth, so did most of my will to live. I thought about following them but, with time, I came to understand that chance rules and we have no choice but to live with it. So, I did. Since dad had no will, and mom's will was all we had to go by, hers took precedence and I inherited everything. I was suddenly forced to take control of my father's business interests and try to understand what he did all his life. He had years to grow into what he became. I had days, weeks, to do the same.
"Well Sam, I managed and found I had a knack for knowing what to do and when the best time to do it was. I remembered who was who and whom dad trusted, and I worked with those people until I had the business under full control. I worked my ass off for almost four years until I felt things were beginning to make sense. Once I was satisfied that things could run without my constant supervision, I appointed one of the long time managers to run things for me. Dad trusted him and so did I. That left me time to go back to college. Believe it or not Sam, I desperately wanted to complete my degree. I was rich then, but it made no difference. Education was my goal and I never failed to achieve the goals I set for myself. My full scholarship was still in effect so I returned to Ohio State and began my quest for a degree. I was now twenty five, with an income that guaranteed I would never have to work another day in my life.
"But Sam, that wasn't enough for me. My goal was to be the best and I needed what college could teach me. Even though I was way ahead of everyone else, I took my time and studied all I could while I finished my degrees. I was working on a Master's by then. I also used the labs and the equipment at Ohio State to work on some things of my own. I had several patents by the time I graduated. Education was like the fuel that fired my creative engines.
"That was my life until that final year when I met Roxy. That began the greatest time of my life. She and I worked together to get her grades up and while doing it, we sort of began to see each other socially as well. I was constantly surprised when she would call me on the phone just to talk and share her day. I listened to every word she spoke and filed it all away in that place in my heart I kept for just her. I was constantly on the alert for that innuendo, that uncontrolled remark that would indicate she felt as everyone else did: I was too ugly. But it never came and I began to believe that to her, it didn't matter. I convinced myself. She changed my life that final year in college. After her, Sam, I could never again face the prospect of being alone.
"As the year progressed, I finally asked her out on a real date and to my surprise, she accepted. We went to dinner, a movie where she let me hold her hand, and then I walked her back to her dorm. At the door, she reached up and kissed my cheek before slipping in the door. That was the beginning of a dream for me. We went everywhere together and when the inevitable looks came when people saw her with me, she simply ignored them. To my surprise, I don't think she even noticed them. How rare was that?
"We dated all that year and just before graduation I decided to ask her to marry me. It would mean she would continue her education but I would buy a place in Columbus and she could live at home with me and I could help her as much as before. I made up a plan and memorized all the questions she might have when I asked her. I even considered that she might not want to marry me since she was so beautiful and I was what I was. She might just want to remain friends. But she had never mentioned anything like that before and I had the courage to think that she could overlook that. In my heart, I knew that might be the deal breaker, but I had to try. That was who I was. I always went for it regardless of the risks.
"Sam, can you imagine my surprise when she said 'yes' when I proposed? I mean, for damn sake! Look at me and then look at her. She's hot! She's everything I'm not. She's beautiful, built like a brick shithouse, a natural blonde with blue eyes that you simply want to dive into and a personality that makes everyone love her. Me, I'm a nerd, a clod, butt ugly with a homely face and a body that needs work. Most people's eyes just roll over in their heads when I start to speak. Look at you for Christ's sake. It's all you can do just to pay attention when I order a beer. Have to ask me twice just to be sure you even heard me."
Sam was wiping that glass in his hand as if he had to rid it of some infestation. He was leaning toward me, trying to pay attention, but you could see it was hard. His eyes tended to wander away every few seconds before sliding back to meet mine. The place was empty but it was still an hour and a half to closing. He had little choice but to stay close. To make his job easier, and to insure he might give me a few more minutes before becoming terminally bored to death, I showed him her picture. It was the one I kept in my wallet: the one of her in a bikini on the beach during our honeymoon. I was also in the picture but few people even noticed that. I watched as his eyebrows rose and his mouth fell open.
"Holy Shit! Is that your wife? She's fucking incredible! You lucky bastard!" He had trouble keeping his hands on the glass, wanting to grab the picture for himself. Not going to happen. I was used to that reaction.
"Yeah, that's her. That's my lovely wife. My life partner. The woman of my dreams. Actually, make that nightmares. She's a fucking slut and soon to be ex-wife. When I'm finally divorced, I'll give you her number."
He was no longer fixated on the picture, the idea of having her number and that she was a slut more important, so I put it away again and watched as his eyes slowly clouded over as I once again began to talk.
"So, now that you know what she looks like, and the proof of what I am is right here in front of you, I see that you know where this is heading Sam. Of course, I treated her like a princess and let her have anything she wanted. I bought her a car, more clothes than she could ever wear, diamonds, fur coats, anything at all she expressed a desire for. And I never tried to prevent her from doing whatever she felt like. She did very little at first: always home in the evening when I came in, always had dinner on the table and cold beer waiting when I came in the door. And at bedtime, the sex was incredible. She couldn't do enough for me. Anything I asked, she did. And she allowed me to do anything to her I wanted. She told me that she never knew it could be so good. And I believed her Sam. We shared everything. It was wonderful.
"It was three years later, and after trying for some time to have a child, we went to see a fertility specialist. We found we couldn't have children. It was her, so the doctor said, and that made her very unhappy. I told her we could adopt, select any child she wanted but she wanted none of that. After that, she began to withdraw from me, only not physically. Not then at least. Sex was still as good as ever but she seemed to withdraw from me in other ways. We stopped laughing together; going out less, spending time together, and she seemed uninterested in my work. She simply stopped caring about my life in general.
"I tired on several occasions to talk to her about it but she claimed nothing was wrong. She would pretend things were back to normal but within a day or two it was the same as before. What bothered me the most was why she would be angry at me for something that wasn't her fault. I never blamed her, never mentioned that it was too bad we couldn't have our own child. I told her time and time again that I loved her and not being able to have children didn't change that. She seemed as if she accepted that but she continued to withdraw from me. And she began to find places to go and things to do that kept her out until late in the evenings. I was not happy with that and I did put my foot down, promising her that if she couldn't be home in the evenings to be with me, we had a problem that would have to be dealt with. She slowed her behavior some but not completely.
"Then the sex started to slow down. It happened so slow that I never noticed until one day I couldn't remember the last time we made love. When I mentioned that to her, she became angry and accused me of trying to remind her of her sterility. We had an awful row and nothing I said could calm her down. She was yelling and crying and I had no idea what to do. It ended with us not speaking and then soon after that, she started sleeping in the spare room and our sex life didn't exist.
"Then all of a sudden, things around the house began to change again. She started laughing again, she took more time fixing meals, she began to want to spend time with me in the evenings and she began to ask about my work. It was almost like it used to be in the bedroom and she moved back into our bed. The sex was again hot and heavy and as often as I liked. But her interest in my work and my business increased until I became concerned. I knew her interest up to then had only been concerned with how much money I was bringing home and what she could buy with it. Now, she wanted to know more: how I deposited the money into our accounts, how I got the money if I was the owner of the plant that supplied it, and other questions the old Roxanne would never worry about.
"Now Sam, I told you I was very smart, a genius to be honest. It took me about a heartbeat to put two and two together and come up with one hundred. Consider as I did: no sex, then back on again; a change in behavior; questions about the plant and where the money came from; treating me like a king. Make you wonder Sam? Make you think something was rotten in Denmark? Well it did make me think and it took me all of two seconds to come to a conclusion. My beautiful wife was cheating on me and had decided to try to skim what she could from me without making me suspicious. Maybe she had more planned, but this was enough to get my juices flowing.
"Someone who looks like me is always ready to accept that someone else may try to suck up to me for my money. If someone was nice to me, I questioned it. Roxanne's interest in me had always surprised me but I did understand that I was what she always wanted: someone to take care of her and provide her with all the money she needed. That she was able to put aside my looks was just a bonus, or so I convinced myself when we were married. Now, I had to accept that all she wanted was my money: she didn't want me any longer. I had to admit, I had always loved her for accepting me, but that was before she decided to betray me. Now, while I still loved her as much as before, I was saddened to know she was no different than everyone else I had met over the years. I just had to be thankful for the time I had with her. She was beautiful and everything any men could ever hope for. I had her for almost five years, four and a half of them good ones, but now it was over.
"It took me almost a month to get over it Sam. It hurt at first; the anger began to build and I screamed at the fates that made me who I was. Night after night I lay in bed and asked God why he gave me hope and then took it away. It was cruel and inhuman. He took my mother and father and left me to survive. Now he was taking Roxanne. But finally, the man I was took charge and the heartache began to fade. One day, after waking from a restless sleep filled with questions and self-pity, I simply gave up. I had been a fool and I had deluded myself into thinking that someone like her could actually love me for who I was. Fine! I would do what I had to do.
"I won't bore you with the details Sam. Just know that I used one of my own inventions, combined with one of dad's power supply sources to find out just what she had going. Everything she said or did during the time I left for work and the time she or I came home was recorded and stored in a small memory cube, no bigger than a pack of matches. I placed it inside her purse, the one she never left home without, sewed inside the lining where she would never feel it. It had a range of one hundred feet in any direction even with the purse closed. I had invented it to go with one of the power sources we manufactured for use in satellites. It would take input from any number of devices, including a miniature microphone. Size and weight were critical parameters so this one was as small and as light as our capabilities could make it. And that was damned small!
"All I had to do when she came home was go to my laptop, power up, activate a program which sent a query signal to the small self contained device in her purse which then downloaded all of its data to my computer. Took all of ten seconds to finish. Wiped the drive and made it ready to collect again until the next download. It worked perfectly and I was in business. She had no clue that I could do this or that I would ever question her activities. Her life with me had convinced her that she was so beautiful she could get what she wanted from any man she met during her privileged life. I was no exception or so she thought. Too bad for her, my experience was just the opposite. I had to work, struggle, or beg for what I wanted. Humiliation was no stranger to me. I was a lot tougher than she was. I could accept the pain I knew was coming. I had become used to pain during my early years.
"The truth was exactly as I suspected. She was seeing a guy named Roy during the afternoons when I was at work. She met him one or two times a week, never at the house, always at his place. Since the download also gave me the GPS coordinates of everyplace she stopped for more than thirty minutes, I could combine that with the voice data to determine where he lived. My computer gave me the address and I did a reverse search with Google to determine it was an apartment building.
"I listened to the voice download and what I heard was enough to confirm my worst fears. She and this Roy were having sex, and it sounded like they did it several times. At first, it was difficult to listen to; knowing it was my wife that was making those sounds. But the thing I noticed later was that while Roxy met him one or two times a week, over the six week period I listened in, they only had sex twice. The other strange thing was that when she was talking and saying things like "yes!" or "harder, harder!", she didn't sound like she did when we were together. I have to admit, when Roxy and I made love, she was quite vocal and she always had a massive orgasm every time. I could tell when she came since she was what they call a 'squirter' and she couldn't hold back her screams. We were always reluctant to have sex when we had visitors since she was very, very loud.
"I listened to the voices again and again and finally came to the conclusion that Roxy was withholding sex as much as possible and then when she did give in, faking her orgasms with this Roy guy. Which then led to the question of why she was having sex with someone when it obviously wasn't satisfactory to her. Why was she cheating on me with someone who couldn't satisfy her? I had no answer. Genius or no genius I couldn't figure that one out. But it made no difference. She was cheating and that was that.
"Over the next two weeks, I located the apartment, found out Roy's last name was Baldwin and that he was a lawyer with First National Bank and Trust, a bank I dealt with for most of my business. And finally, I found out that he had the numbers of my company accounts. He told Roxy that he had used an accountant friend of his to open a bogus account under my company name using the access number that he controlled. You see, Sam, he could transfer funds from the other accounts to the bogus one without my knowledge since if an audit of my accounts were made, the totals would remain constant.
"Now I understood Sam! She had decided to use Roy as her weapon to take my money and leave me high and dry. The sex was her tool and she knew that Roy could deny her nothing if she offered him what all men desired. When they were ready, he would empty my accounts into the bogus one and then withdraw those funds. I understood immediately what he meant and I knew he could do exactly what he claimed. And my problem was that Roxy seemed to be not only aware of it, she was part of it. Her betrayal was complete!
"At home, I worked hard to keep my knowledge of Roxy's betrayal from her but brilliance does not bestow indifference, Sam. She continued to try to keep up appearances but I became withdrawn anyway. I was not socially adept and my broken heart was all too painful to allow me to pretend to be content and happy. My behavior was getting to her and I saw her frowning more and more. She questioned me about it but I just told her I was tired, and work was getting me down. I also mentioned that business was not going well and that things might begin to slow down. I knew she was becoming worried and I assumed her guilt was making her question my behavior. She became a tiger in the bedroom and honestly, it almost made me crazy! It was amazing Sam, how much it seemed that she really cared. She was very good."
My throat closed up then with the emotions I thought I had under control. To give me time, I stopped for a minute, held up my empty Bud and Sam took it and got another cold one. He made his inevitable swipe over the bar, sat the new one down on a clean paper coaster and took up his towel and another spotless glass to polish. He looked thoughtful for a second and finally looked up at me to ask a question. This surprised me since I thought he was just tuning me out as I droned on and on.
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Introduction: Amy is such a beautiful and charming girl. Amy, I Love You The events of this story all started about 8 months ago. My name is Tom. I am 45 years old, married and have 2 kids. My wife is a successful Dentist and so based on our busy work schedules we hardly get time for each other except for when we get vacations. I am a project manager at a construction firm and so the work load is heavy. My two kids, Jim (16) and Lucy (12) are adorable and I am quite ok with things in my life. ...
Hi to all. I am sharing my experience with my cousin sister during my school vacation. Every year during vacation I used to go to my aunt’s house and spend time with my cousin brother and sister. Since it was a village we have different experience of climbing hills and taking bath in the stream. We play with the kids till evening and take bath at the stream(small river). But this year it was different that when I reached my aunt’s home my cousin brother was not there as he got job in military....
IncestIt was only a few minutes after my wife's scream that she came down into the kitchen looking like a float rejected by the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I didn't expect such a quick turn around and it actually disturbed me that she wasn't a raving maniac, but she came into the kitchen with an absolute look of defeat on her face. Now I'm worried I went too far. If she came down with a renewed sense of "I'm gonna get you for this motherfucker" I know I still had a wife and she was up for...
Day 2 The next day at breakfast, you are trying to focus on eating to regain your strength when you hear what they are saying. "Who's turn is it this time?" He asks his wife. "I believe it's Sarah's but I think it would be more fun to let Seamus go instead. Seeing her get fucked by his friends on the football team will be more fun than seeing Sarah's volleyball friends have at her" "Oh, I don't know. The volleyball team could be fun," he responds "You just want to see how many can handle your...
Group SexMon Sep 2 The fourth Musketeer from Amy’s group of friends came over with Dawn and Joyce Sunday. From the way Sally looked me over, I knew Dawn and Joyce had told her at least part of what we’d been doing. She flirted with me all morning and looked like she was getting perturbed that I pretty much ignored her. About 11:00, I heard Bridget’s car and went to meet her. The twins greeted Dad with one of their now-patented double cheek kisses; each girl kissed him on a cheek at the same time,...
Hi folks. Hand shake for boys and boobs shake for girls. I’m going to narrate another fictional story. This story is about how I got lucky with an unknown girl in a marriage ceremony. Just imagine whatever is happening. It is not a real story. So guys, hands on your cock and girls, on your pussy now. I’m a 24 year old software engineer, never had a girl in my life. Around the month of December, one of my best friend was getting married in Nainital. So, I was excited about going to one of the...
Mrs. Roscoe was a nice lady but had no idea how to run the farm and left everything to her husband. They invited me over to the farm on Thursday and we all had dinner and they told me what they expected this year. I was now 21 and felt that I could run the farm. I had to hire a couple of workers to run the register and park cars and help out around the farm with different duties. There was a small country store that sold apple cider and pumpkins and a big apple orchard that people could pick...
Hey guys and girls, This is Rahul from Chennai, writing about a true incident that happened recently, about 2 weeks ago. I am a 26-year-old guy with a good, athletic body (kept up by regular workouts) and a long and thick cock. I work in a web portal in Chennai, and any girls/ladies interested in meeting, please feel free to mail me at :) coming to my story, having been a fan of iss stories for over a year now and seeing people with such exhilarating experiences. I often used to wonder and...
In less than an hour, they had collected enough firewood to last them for a few days if they only used it for cooking. The problem was, what would they cook in? Julie had the answer to that is a few moments. She looked at the hub caps (wheel covers) and had a moment of inspiration. These were rather large chromed steel discs that were about three inches deep. Jeff popped all four off, and they took them to the stream to be washed. A few minutes later, they returned with four pots of...
TURNED INTO A SLUTMy girlfriend and I have always been a little kinky. We liked to tie eachother up every now and then. We both enjoyed it every time we did it. Ididn't realize that it was only the start of something that would land mein the position I am in now, on my knees dressed in a slutty skirt andpanties with makeup and a wig, taking her friend's dick in my ass while Iate another guy's cum out of her freshly fucked pussy.I guess it all started a few months back on my birthday. I had...
"Thank you, Arnold," she whispered, teasing his ear wetly with her semen-moistened tongue. "Thank you so much for letting me kiss you there, darling. Now I have to go to the bathroom -- you've gotten my body in such an uproar." My pleasure, Steve was tempted to say. Instead he merely kept wisely silent. If she was going to the bathroom -- that would give him the chance he needed to change positions again. But with her disappearance into the blackness -- the only lights were little...
Hey indian sex stories dot net doston this is aju back with another story of mine. I am a tall, athletic guy who loves all kinds of sex. This story is about a weird and crazy relationship that develops between me and my neighbor aunty Shantha. Shantha aunty is a mature milf. She is 49 years old, with fair skin and medium long hair. She has a thick body in the sense her hands and legs are medium size but she has big breasts not extremely large but big and plump. Also her stomach is bloated and...
Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this! Kora Falk My will slammed into Prince Meinard. I could feel it affecting a part of him, a small sliver that was from the Biomancer. It twitched and throbbed, but it didn’t control him. I didn’t freeze the bastard like it did the ooze. He kept tearing at my brother’s guts. Sven’s growls of pain rising above the crackling flames. The insectoid bastard was killing Sven. And I couldn’t affect the bastard. There was too much ... human in him. A...
by Gail Holmes Mike was a very influential man; he’d a large export business handed down by his father, with two daughters and a son he considered his family complete. He’d be away most of the weekdays, staying in a hotel in Mayfair a suburb of London. Malcolm his son was a prison governor, he’d worked his way up through the ranks, his daughters well, if you could call them that; one was drop dead gorgeous, the other,...
Introduction: In Part one, me and my cousin masturbated each other to orgasm. In Part two, we took each others virginity, after I told her to stay in my room. This morning I awoke her with a fuck, then we had some fun in the shower.All of the stories I post are true. This happened a matter of hours ago. Grace is with me for another week, so more to come! I awoke on Saturday morning with a huge grin. The weekend had arrived, we could spend all day together, rather than coming in from school and...
There is explicit sex in this chapter. Just a reminder. Chapters written in the first person are generally sexual accounts. Chapters written in the third person have no explicit sex in them. Sorry there has been such a delay in getting this on the site. I have been having trouble with html coding and finally given up in despair. Is there anyone out there who can help me? Chapter 6. Laura and Philip – Laura meets her Pasha June 1955 Growing up in a small market town has its disadvantages....
Our Three Sports Stadium Performances were not technical sellouts, but they were the loudest frikking amounts of people we ever had, with Dan the Man in his elements. Well, back to the Tour: 40 cities left in California; starting in Oxnard, then Ventura and Santa Barbara for 3, Santa Maria for 2, Bakersfield for 3 (In a new multi-use stadium capable of holding 125,000), followed by Visalia, Clovis, and Fresno for 2, Modesto, Stockton and Sacramento for 3. We were planning an extra two days...
Scarsdale, NY: Saturday 25th April 2015Twenty-four hours in hellI honestly can’t think of a single way in which the next twenty-four hours could have been worse. It was the perfect storm. My whole being was shot through with fear. It wasn’t just that I was afraid. Fear was my very being for those long hours. I was totally subsumed in the fear that I’d lost Sue. The woman who had transformed my life, from shy and awkward stranger in a foreign land to a happy and successful family man, was at...
Wife LoversPreetha's eyes went heavy as she was leafing through the pages of the newly arrived magazine. It is happening to her often these days, a side effect of having too many valiums for sleep. She can't sleep at night, and throughout the day, a spell of gloom and drowsiness hangs heavy over her like a shroud. Her cell phone was buzzing with vibration on the table beside the bed, it must have been Sayani from her office. She has been calling so many times, don't they realize she won't be going back to...
I work for a small company and at about 7 o’clock one Thursday evening I was finishing a report that had a deadline for the next day. I was the only one left in the building but it meant I could finish my work without any interruptions. Needing a break I made my way downstairs to the water cooler. That is when I realised I wasn’t alone. My colleague Luke was there also getting water. I greeted him with a smile. He is my favourite colleague, my boyfriend and I sometimes get together socially...
Straight SexLittle Miss PiggyThis story is completely fictional and does not intentionally bare any resemblance to any persons living or dead. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not read this if you are easily offended.This is my first story so I could do with some feed back ([email protected])Claire shut the door and got in the car. She had finally been convinced by her two best friends Megan and Mary to go to a sleep over they had organised for her at Mary’s house as her parents were...
Thursday, August 25, 2005 I woke up around 6:30 and got in the shower. This time, I didn't bother trying to think about a girl. I figured there was no point lying to myself. I imagined Larry again, but this time he was naked, and I was running my fingers all over his body. I kept picturing that until I came. Ms. Ng made everyone bacon and eggs. At breakfast, Connor announced that he would go naked too. "That might take some of the heat off of you." "Are you sure, I don't want you...
Chapter 1There I stood on a small train station in the Midlands, looking to find the exit. Standing on the platform was an old fashioned uniformed butler/chauffeur. He was in the hall bearing a sign with my name on it. I hadn’t expected this and let him know I was the Patrick he was waiting for, and shook his hand. I was wondering what was looking strange about him but could not really get behind it at that time, Except for the fact that chauffeurs where rarely seen anymore these days. Looking...
In Her Genes I Stricken The illness came on quite suddenly. Although there were signs that all wasn't normal for quite some time, John wasn't prepared for the next few weeks of his life. He lived alone. Having lost his parents early, he was left with enough funds to exist in an apartment near the college campus. However, he rarely left his room and had trouble taking care of basic household duties. Physically speaking, he wasn't much to look at either. Part of this had to do...
David and Sara A lifetime ambitionAfter many years David was to see this special lady once again. He was really looking forward to the encounter. They had a close but not intimate relationship earlier in their lives and he was hoping that this meeting would lead to something more.David walked into the bar to meet his date. He was 28years old, tall about 6’2", blonde with grey eyes and a very fit physique, weighing about 200lbs. He had been waiting for this night for a number of years. Although...
IncestThe television droned baseball play-by-play as Police Chief Morris stared out the rain streaked window. His fingers absently traced over the swollen belly of his wife, Annie. ‘Willie, if you’re not going to pay attention to the game, then pay attention to me.’ He smiled down at her. Smiles didn’t come naturally, but she could make him with just one word, ‘Willie’. ‘That’s better. You almost look happy to be here.’ ‘I’ve never been happier.’ It was true. Funny how this second marriage...
She came to bed with him that night, instead of sleeping on his couch. Just as natural as could be, she came and crawled in with him. “Tina,” he said. “You ever sleep with a guy? Sleep sleep, not sex sleep?” “I haven’t done either, really.” she said. “You are really still a virgin? For real?” he said. She nodded. “Yeah. A dick’s been close, but never in.” she said. His turn to nod. This might be fun. He’d never deflowered a virgin. He knew he’d receive some extra karma from it, even if no...
Wierdest thing, I found a note card on my windshield in the morning. All it said was, "Watch my house. C." Nothing unusual happened that day; I mowed the lawn, did some work on the boat, made some dinner. I didn't see Cathy, but a lot of times I wouldn't anyway. Mike was coming over for pizza, arriving at his usual time on the way home from work. We had been seeing each other almost every day, and over the last couple of weeks we had been having some sort of sex almost every day. ...
100% Fiction 5 minutes after Miss Way had driven off Matt climbed into his car and drove to her house thinking about her huge tits. When he arrivred he tried the door but it was already unlocked. He went inside and saw a not that read: "Upstairs first door" Matt went upstairs. He opened the first door and immediately saw Miss Way naked on a double bed. Matt then tore of his clitches and climbed into Miss Way's bed. He stuffed his cock into Way's tight pussy and began to fuck hard. Miss Way...
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Celebrity names have been slightly changed. This a non-PC fictional story. “Their voices are a bit funny aren’t they?” giggled Tammi. “Yeah! And some of the older ones are really ugly,” tittered Julie. “They are clever though,” pouted Claire. “You must not laugh at them like that.” Tammi, Julie and the other three girls pulled a face at serious minded Claire, but she didn’t care. She knew she had the sweetest voice of the six. That’s why she had been chosen to perform the only juvenile solo...
The day is sweltering, and I'm taking a break and having a drink in the parking lot of some no-name rest stop. Business meeting was out in the middle of nowhere, not even within hours of an airport, so I'm stuck driving. Barely even worth the gas. This place is deserted, not even a cute girl to check out. At least if the meeting was in a city I'd have had a chance to sample the nightlife and maybe take home a chick. As is there was nothing after meeting, so I just slept in my shitty...
It was an early afternoon, and I was sitting on the couch playing a few games on my Xbox. I had only recently got into gaming, and was hooked. I was playing when I heard a knock on our door. Our 2 bedroom apartment was quite small, and the slightest sound made the whole house echo. My mother went to answer the door, and my 18 year old sister, Vanessa, emerged from the hallway. We exchanged ‘Hey’s,’ and she layed down on the sofa next to me. We began to talk about school, life,...
I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very beautiful young woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum. She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I won't do for her. She often makes me go a few days without coming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and submissive. The other night I arrived home and found her laying on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to her...
The Judson sisters of Naw'lins were actually half sisters and they were as different as day and night. Julie was the spitting image of her Irish ancestry. Her father and mother had immigrated to America in 1850. Colleen Judson died on the Atlantic crossing, giving birth to Julie. But Julie carried the flaming red hair, the green eyes, the light complexion with a sprinkling of freckles, and a strong willed, Irish temper. She remained pretty much the tomboy, preferring men's pants, shirts,...
I was just sitting on the sofa, watching television, when I saw them turn and head up the walk, they were quite attractive and much younger than me, I figured they were probably selling something. I got up, when I heard the doorbell ring and they looked even better in front of me. "Good afternoon, Sir. Sister Marilyn and I, Sister Joan, are canvassing the neighborhood, spreading the word of God. Do you have a moment to speak with us?" "Sure, come on in and have a seat." "I'm sorry,...
Chapter Seven: Futa Mind-Controls Her Bratty Sister By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sasha Ford I pulled out of my mother's pussy, my new futa-cock feeling amazing as I slid out of her. It popped out. My dick throbbed as I put my finger to my lips, motioning my redheaded mother to silence. She grinned and nodded, eager to obey. That was all thanks to the mind-controlling panties I stole from the woman who had moved in across the street. Mildred...
I was beginning my junior year at college when it happened. I had a 2 bedroom dorm all to myself for the first 2 weeks of the semester. I loved the privacy and had my girlfriend, Cindy, over whenever I wanted.I was kicking back one late afternoon, when I got a call from Pam Clarkson at the office of university housing. She told me that another student needed a room change and that I would have share with him. She finished the call by telling me they would be over in 5 minutes.I heard the...
I was sat at home one night in my room when my cell vibrated next to me. I opened it up and there on the screen was a photo of my mom completely naked with the message ‘come over I’m desperate for a fuck!’I knew mom was seeing a guy and she had sent it to me by mistake. I couldn’t take my eyes off the photo though. In fact I found myself turned on by it. So much so that I set my cell down on my bedside table and stared at it as my dick got hard. I ended up sat on my bed jerking off to that...
Back in his condo, Craig was having considerable thoughts about the two nights he spent with Lori. It was too bad that it had to end as she was one exciting woman but she was right in calling a halt to the affair. She knew what she wanted and went for it when the time was right and knew when the time wasn’t right. He was happy to have gone along for the ride she gave him and hoped there would be more times he would be able to bed her. There were two things she said that he that had him...
Richard asked for the Christmas to New Year’s Day week off and drove to Southport in two harrowing days, with extremely high temperatures. He was welcomed by his parents with the news that “Cat’s on a cruise to Auckland.” After unloading the Jeep he showered and re-dressed. It was a luxury to have real hot water on tap. “How are things?” Andy asked him. “Well, I’ve worked hard for two months and I think I’ve learned a lot. I’ve been talking to one of our Aboriginal drovers and learned from...
The Phoenix Sky Harbor airport is busy. I make my way to baggage claim with my trumpet on my back, laptop case in my hand, and a carefree walk. Ready for two weeks of relaxing with no responsibilities. Well, no responsibilities other than playing one gig and hopefully having a wonderful time with her. I stop at one of the shops and find a crossword puzzle book. Not just any crossword puzzle book but the kind that has other puzzles too. I hit the mind training jackpot! I usually buy one of...
BDSMFrustrated, Carolina pushed herself back in her chair and closed her eyes. It was already late, and still the last shareholders had only now left the conference room, so she enjoyed the silence for a moment. Business was flourishing, and the conference went as she had hoped, which left her with a euphoric and satisfied feeling. As the heir of the Lemos corporation, and with the way things stood now, she was probably the richest woman in Sao Paolo, if not one of the richest in all of Brazil. And...
On the way to Jake’s penthouse in the city, I asked Dean about security for Cam. “What about getting her a female you? Know anyone like that?” Dean shook his head but looked thoughtful. “Let me ask around, put out some feelers. You might want to talk to Cam about this as well. She may not want to sign on to be guarded twenty-four seven. I hate to say it, but that kind of thing can be hard on a relationship.” As much as it would tear me up, especially with how unbelievably close we have...
Memorial Day Memories School had just ended for me and my sister. Separated by just over a year (me at 21, her just turning 20), we were in separate colleges and returning home at about the same time. During the drive I could think of nothing but the pure bliss that would be relaxation after the intense studying of finals. I pulled into the driveway and there was my sister. A sight for sore eyes indeed. Standing at barely five feet tall she stood with a hand on her hips and a playful scowl on...
IncestIntroduction: The lurid sequel, Archie loses his virginity and then gets sucked off by the blonde and innocent Betty Midge wiped Archies sperm off her face, and sidled over to him. Archie was still sitting on the chair in the corner. He looked up at Midge who approached him slowly, and then seductively sat on his lap. Putting her arms around his neck, she slowly began to kiss him. Archie kissed her back, slowly massaging her tongue with his. Then the kissing became more urgent, as Archies cock...
I met this guy Andrew on a website. He wanted to meet for coffee at the local coffee house. I agreed and met him at 2 in the afternoon. When I got there, he was conducting a meeting with some of his colleagues. I grabbed me an iced tea, then walked towards his table. Andrew pulled me to sit next to him on the booth bench.He wrapped up his meeting, then turned his attention to me. We sat close as we chatted about our likes and dislikes. His hands were all over my legs and arms. I didn't...
I spent a week helping a manufacturing company cut their machine changeover time from 127 minutes down to 7 minutes. Not a bad improvement considering I spent most of that time trying not to think about the cute young woman I met at the airport. She was a barber. Her name was Veronique, Vera for short. Before I left, I gave her some advice on how to get her boyfriend, Ian, and Ian's “sort of a boyfriend,” Sammy, to finally, finally give her the orgasm she so richly deserved. Did it work, or...
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