Nandita To Nandini
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I did not report it to the police and can't tell anyone. It is too difficult to talk about and almost unbelievable. Perhaps if I reveal the details of that horrific experience I will gain some semblance of... what... I'm not sure. Hopefully this will remind other young women to constantly be on the alert for those who would take them against their will.
The college I attend is a branch of a large university which is two hundred miles from my home. During the football season I attend two or three games with a group of my sorority sisters and then we fellowship with some of our friends who attend main campus.
A week ago the team played the last home game of the season. Some of the football players invited us to a victory party to celebrate the win and the upcoming bowl trip to Orlando. It turned out to be more like a victim party.
James is the star running back. He is tall, about six foot five, muscularly chiseled, and black. James exaggeratedly swaggered over to me at the party and struck up a conversation. "I'm not fooled by the blonde hair," he began.
"What do you mean you are not fooled by the blonde hair?" I asked.
"Obviously you are very intelligent, Annie," he complimented. He consumed my body with his darting eyes, moving from my breasts to my legs with lusting intentions.
"Now how could you possibly know that? And how do you know my name? And my hair is obviously red. Are you color blind?"
"Do you know my name, Annie?"
"Of course I do. Everybody does, James."
I had heard about James and his past sordid exploits but I have always been willing to give one the benefit of the doubt and make up my own mind about a person's character. He had been in trouble with the law most of his life. First, the criminal mischief and burglaries and escape from a youth home. Then the gang involvement and arrest for being the triggerman in a drive-by shooting. He missed badly with the shotgun due to being in a cocaine-induced haze or would be in prison today. When a senior in high school they charged him with brutally sodomizing the forty-year-old teacher who tutored him in English. She ultimately refused to testify against him after he allegedly threatened her with the possibility of a radical mastectomy via switchblade. But then, there also were the rumors that she had stalked him and begged for more. I have learned there are two sides to every story.
"Your friend Sarah told me a little bit about you, Annie. A political science major who is planning to attend law school. You live in the honors dorm. You model to help with the expenses, although no doubt you are on scholarship, like I am. And your hair is so red I thought it might possibly be a wig."
"I model in order to save money to buy a car. I'm on scholarship because of my brain, not my body. My father won't let me drive any of his vehicles since I wrecked his Lincoln Navigator. And the red hair is real."
"What kind of car do you want?"
I could visualize the vehicle that I sat in at the showroom. The color is advertised as absolutely red and the cloth seats almost match and both are close to the color of my hair. I notice these things. Unique features like a manual transmission without a clutch pedal. No drifting backwards on a steep hill for me with someone screaming at me about stupid female drivers.
"I'm hoping to get a MR2 Spyder this summer. I love sports cars! So I'm doing every modeling gig that comes around to save up the cash. Victoria's Secret just contacted me to do a shoot. They gave me this outfit and several others. You like?"
"I like what's in it, Honey Pie. Well, I'm sure you'll have the money for that car in no time. You are extremely attractive. Better looking than most of the girls I saw on that Victoria's Secret show on TV recently. You have the look and body. And so tall. I'd sure like to see you shift my stick."
"I am a Sauromation," I joked, "a descendant of the Amazons and the Scythians, from the town of Pokrovka, near the Kazakhstan border, just below the Stone Belt Mountains. Can't you tell by my accent? You have a sports car with a stick shift?"
He laughed. "I had the accent pegged as Pittsburgh. I read somewhere that Amazon warriors cut off their right breast so they can better shoot the bow. Do you have two breasts, Annie?"
"Last time I checked."
"Do you mind if I have a look, Sugar?"
"Yes, I do mind! Don't get fresh, James, or I won't talk to you. I don't care who you are. And my name isn't Sugar... or Honey Pie!"
"I'm sorry, Annie. Just joking. Your friend Sarah told me you girls were staying here for the weekend. Do you think we could have dinner tomorrow night? Perhaps some bone dancing afterwards."
"I don't think so, James. What is bone dancing?"
"Do you mind telling me why not? Bone dancing is a black thang. I do them all--the funky monkey, fuzz bumping, knocking boots, the pole dance, riding the pony. And nobody can do the scootie like me. Would you like references?"
"Those dances are definitely ethnic because I never heard of them. I'm what you might call religious, James. I don't date men who I would not consider a potential candidate for marriage."
"Then you are saying you could never consider me as such?"
"That's what I'm saying. My parents would simply die if I married someone like you. That's just how it is. But I don't want you to think I'm prejudiced."
"I see." He looked very upset. "It's because I'm black, then?"
"No, no. It wouldn't matter if you were green as long as you belonged to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You know--Mormon. Some of my best friends are black. Two of the girls who came here with me are black. I'm in a serious relationship, anyway. With a doctor who lives in San Francisco. I'm going to see him in a few weeks. He's not a Mormon but he will be soon. Steve Young is a friend of his. Steve is a Mormon."
I reminisced fondly about Mark and the love we shared that day. I hadn't been with a man since, almost a year ago. But Mark and I would be together again soon. The longing, especially between my legs, had become unbearable.
"Steve Young, former quarterback of the 49ers? Damn, I'm impressed. I didn't know he is a Mormon. There aren't many Mormons around here."
"Steve is related to Brigham Young himself. My mother was born and raised in Salt Lake City. So tell me about your plans after you graduate, James. Pro football is on your horizon I assume."
"Are there any blacks in Utah? We played Brigham Young University in a bowl game a couple years ago. White, white, and more white. Yes, I should go high in the first round. I'll be a multi-millionaire. I'm the next O.J." He guffawed. " Not that I'm doing all that bad now. I do really have a sports car, by the way."
"Oh, what do you have?"
"A new Z." James bragged vociferously on the automatic climate control, analog gauges, drive computer, three-spoke steering wheel and Bose sound system. Then he elaborated on the DVD-based navigation system which made asking for directions a moot point. I'm sure now I looked at least a little impressed. "Would you like do go for ride? Maybe in the wooded forest or to happy valley." He snorted for some reason. "Six-speed manual transmission. I'll let you put your hand on my knob and jerk it around. If you're a good girl you can suck chrome off the tailpipe." He snorted again. I thought he might be allergic to my perfume because he got as close to me as he could.
"No, thank you, James. I'm not all that fanatic about sports cars that I would go for a ride with someone I just met." His reputation worried me.
I wore a short plaid skirt and a red poorboy sweater, both Victoria's Secret fashions. The sweater showed off my upper body quite nicely, especially since I went bra-less. James placed his hand on my thigh, just under the skirt, above the knee. "How much?" he inquired quite arrogantly.
"How much for what?" I responded, confused. I brushed his hand off roughly and gave him dagger of deep blue eyes that could have iced over Hades.
"How much for your body, Angel Smile? I have plenty of money. You want a sports car. Let me contribute to your fund. Let's say five hundred dollars for a few hours of fun. I rarely have to pay for it but I want you. I've had every cheerleader you saw on the field today for free. Shit, they would have paid me. But the boosters have my financial needs covered. I'll bet half the white chicks at this party have sucked me off. Although none of them could get all that much of it between the lipstick. Mostly the bimbo babes just nibble on the end of my third leg. Not that I can remember faces or names. Most white chicks all look the same, especially with my big black dick in their mouth." He smirked lewdly. "But I can tell you are different, sweet cheeks, and wouldn't I just love to split them wide open with my rump rooter. A woman has certain needs, you know. You are looking at the answer to your prayers. At least you will be when I pull out my one-eyed trouser trout and give you the great honor of speaking to the head. I know, I'll give you a pearl necklace for your efforts!"
"James!" I practically screamed. "I'm sorry I can't say it has been a pleasure meeting you. Please get away from me!"
James did, but not that far away. He joined two of his teammates standing a short distance from me. The three stared at me lewdly, laughing and boasting about what they would like to do to me--and how I would beg for more. Finally they changed the subject and started talking about vanilla pudding, fuzzy donuts, tuna melt, white sugar and passing on the dark meat. Hungry, I guess, or recalling Thanksgiving. These black folk sure talked strange lingo. Oh well, I suppose I'm just too lily white to understand their ghetto menu, jive jargon or much else.
Another person soon sat beside me. Very short, white and intellectually looking. "I couldn't help but hear some of your conversation with James," he began politely. "That's how all the football studs are around this place. They think every white chick has a secret fantasy about being fucked senseless by a big black cock. I should know, I'm a manager for the team."
"Oh, so you wash the players' jocks?" I snapped, still high irritated by the conversation with James.
He giggled like a girl. "Yeah, and James wears an extra-extra-large. He didn't bullshit about that. Hung like a horse."
"Thanks for the information. And don't you start hitting on me, too. Are all the guys here assholes? What's your name?"
"Ricky. And don't you worry about me putting my hand up your skirt. Unless you are a transsexual which I seriously doubt. Even then, I have a serious hang-up about sucking off a dude who has tits."
"You're gay?"
"Absolutely. Some of these football players in this very room like my lips on their cock let me tell you. See that big black one over there with the Mohawk?"
"He looks like Mr. T, but bigger."
"Offensive tackle. Toby. That dude likes to give it to me up the ass and then watch me suck my own shit off his cock."
"That's disgusting!" I blurted.
"And the tall lean one wearing the Falcons' jersey? Michael, wide receiver. I gave him a great blow job in the locker room before the game."
"I don't believe you, Ricky. He has his arm around that very attractive black woman and she has a diamond ring on her finger."
"Yeah, they are engaged. My bet is he'll dump her long before the wedding. He says she relentlessly complains about him leaving the toilet seat up while she on a monthly basis plugs up his commode with used... uh... feminine products. As if! Tell the bitch to take a hike. And she doesn't even woof on the wiggle wienie."
"Huh?"
"She doesn't give head, so he says. Afraid of it or something. How tragic. There is nothing like having a big black cock stuffed in your mouth. I just love it when these stud muffins give it up as I squeeze their tight black asses and they cum down my throat. Michael says he plays better when he's not horny so I help him out. You would not believe what goes on in that locker room. And they have a hidden camera."
"Oh, stop it, Ricky. You are being a jerk, too."
"Lighten up, girl! Geez! I can't pass, punt or even kick field goals. Everybody is good at something. I just happen to be the world's greatest cock sucker. And I'm damn proud about that. At least a thousand different passion poles have gone down my pike. The players on many occasions have asked me to give oral lessons to their numerous conquests. The only person I know who has more experience with fellatio than me is James. And his experience is on the receiving end instead of on the giving end like mine. I'd just die for the opportunity to suck his big beautiful black bone. You should see it! But he is strictly into beautiful white women munching on his monstrous member."
"Ricky, you are making me righteously indignant."
"That little one with the dreadlocks? Lannie. The kicker. He's gay, too. That dude loves little white pricks. Mostly because he can get all of it in his mouth. Yeow, I thought he just might bite it off a couple times."
"Now that one looks gay," I observed. "I saw him groping that real old white man wearing the spectacles in the crotch."
"That's our coach. He's almost blind even with the specs. I bet he thinks that's some cheerleader juggling his jewels. Lannie is wasting his time though. He won't get no protein shake off that old codger's roger. I doubt Coach has had a hard-on in twenty years. I came into his office one day around noon and he snoozed on the couch. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his wrinkled pecker and smoked it for ten minutes. No way could I get anything resembling a rise out of him and he never even woke up."
"Ricky, let's change the subject if you want to continue to talk. And I think you made up half the stuff you told me. What is your major?"
"Finance. I'm planning to be a star athlete's super agent, like Arliss."
"So that's why you are James' gofer I guess."
"Yeah, I take real good care of the players, especially James. I deliver whatever they want." Just then his cell phone rang. "Excuse me, it's probably one of my clients. Hello? It's my mother," he whispered to me. "Yes, Mother. I watered my plants, not to worry, Mother. Yes, Mother, I have a date tonight. A very beautiful young lady who is a model. She's sitting next to me at this very moment. Of course I'll bring her to meet you. No, she's not Jewish, Mother, but I have high hopes. At least she isn't Muslim, you know? I have to go, Mother. Business. I'll call you tomorrow. "Fucking mothers," he muttered irritably as he hung up.
"Does your mother call you often?" I inquired, biting my tongue to keep from laughing out loud.
"Fucking mothers," he mumbled again. "You know, Annie, most of these black studs don't like to tickle the bearded clam. They think it's undignified or something. "
"What in the world are you talking about, Ricky?"
"You know, diving for tuna, yodeling in the canyon. The black bones brothers like to 68--you do me and I'll owe you one."
"I'm still clueless, Ricky."
"And you're not even blonde. Getting a perm, licking the bird--eating pussy! Do you fucking understand now? Hell, I even perform cunnilingus on occasion. My mother... uh... well... you know how it is. A lonely widow. A very wealthy lonely widow."
"No, I don't know how it is, Ricky, and I doubt I want to. And please don't raise your voice like that when you are speaking to me."
"Sorry. The thought of cleaning the old hatchet wound that never heals with my tongue makes me cranky. But the one player who thrives on going south is Ike. The center. He's the fat one standing over there by the refrigerator with half a pizza in his hand. We call him Ike 'The Ice Box' Ingram. There is already a famous football player nicknamed 'The Refrigerator.' Ike is the only black dude on the team who is not well-endowed. It could be the steroids. He's so embarrassed by his lack of manhood he won't even take a shower with the team. But he makes up for his lack of wood with his other talents so the ladies say. He can muff it for hours on end without coming up for air. I've seen him do it. Talk about turning an ice box into a hot box! James doesn't care much for foreplay so he sometimes lets Ike warm up his dick garages before he drives in, which is almost impossible unless the whussy is sloppy wet."
Ricky pulled a bottle of pills from his pocket. I knew what they were. "Would you like an Adam?" he asked hopefully. K, E, STC, Adam, Clarity, Lover's Speed, Stacy. All variations of Ecstasy. The major ingredient of which is the stimulant and hallucinogen 3,4-Methylenedioxy-Methamphetamine. People who take it are seeking euphoria, empathy, trust heightened energy and emotional warmth. The unwanted results and side effects are nauses, dizziness, blurred vision, increased heart rate and blood pressure, depression, anxiety, confusion and paranoia. It can damage brain cells that produce serotonin, an important brain chemical.
"I'll pass on the pills," I insisted. "But I could use a drink. Would you mind getting me one, Ricky? Just a Pepsi or something."
"Sure. I'll be right back But keep an eye on those two over there while I'm gone." He pointed. "Freddy and Teddy. They are twins. Offensive left and right guards. Didn't you notice them staring at your tits? Incidentally, your nipples look like they just might stick right through that sweater. Freddy and Teddy are boob connoisseurs extraordinaire. I wouldn't be surprised if they come sit beside you while I'm gone and beg to breast feed."
"Oh shut up, Ricky, you pervert!"
I looked around for Sarah. She had been talking to Andrew, the quarterback, a half hour ago. Hanging all over him actually. I had been concerned then because he was talking about drugs. He too had a bottle of pills he showed Sarah.
And then I saw Sarah. Sort of. She was on her knees and Andrew had his coat over her head. Giving him a blow job in the middle of a crowded room. I knew it had to be her. She had borrowed those shoes from me.
Suddenly Andrew pulled the coat off Sarah's head with his left hand. His right hand squeezed the base of his cock as the head rubbed Sarah's lips. She had her blouse unbuttoned and her bra unsnapped and held her breasts up with her hands. Cum ran all over her face and chest. Sarah let out a surprised shrill cry and jumped up and ran out the door, trying to put herself back together, obviously unbearably embarrassed. I thought about going after her but she had willingly put herself in that situation. What could I say?
Of course the rest of the players got a huge kick out of all this and actually cheered Andrew. "That white nookie sure played your skinny flute," James joked. "Maybe I'll let her join my band. Her friend doesn't seem to want to peel my banana. But the night is still young."
Just then Ricky returned with my soda in a plastic cup. "What did I miss?" he asked. "Everybody is in a hoot about something."
"My girlfriend Sarah just performed fellatio on your quarterback and everybody saw the gooey results thanks to him pulling the coat off her head just as he shot his load on her face. She ran off in a hissy fit."
"So what's the problem? I like it when people watch. I just spoke to Michael and he wants me to blow him again. Says his lady is on the rag and he won't be getting any black sugar tonight. Would you like to critique my performance?"
"No thank you. My goodness, you should have seen Sarah's shocked expression. That wasn't very nice of Andrew to expose her like that for everyone to see. And his penis was so big! It looked like a big black snake. More than a foot long. I simply can not imagine having that thing inside me. It would rip me wide open."
"You think his is big? James has Andrew beat by about six inches. And James's is thicker by far. Think of a baseball bat."
"No! And it looked so weird, the contrast between Sarah's milky white skin and Andrew's gigantic black penis."
"You sound like you are getting a little turned on here, Annie. Sure you wouldn't like some big black bone yourself?"
"No way!" But I felt the damp spot in my panties and it worried me. "In fact, I'm leaving now. I simply must see how Sarah is." I rose from my seat but I could barely stand. My head began to spin and I felt very faint. Sitting back down, I mumbled weakly, "Ricky, do you think you could give me a ride over to Armstrong Hall? Suddenly I don't feel well and I don't think I can walk."
"Sure, let's go." He helped me to his car. That's the last thing I remember from that night.
The next morning I woke very late, almost noon. My body ached all over. My jaw hurt and the back of my throat seemed quite raw. When I got out of bed I could barely walk. I knew then that I had been sexually violated. My anus felt like someone had stuck a lit blow torch up it. And my pussy didn't feel all that good either. What in the world had happened to me?
I found Sarah in the dorm's lounge watching television. "Sarah, do you know what happened to me last night? How did I get back here?"
"That little white dude Ricky brought you home about 4 A.M. He woke me up dragging you in. I just thought you were drunk and passed out. You look like you have one helluva hangover."
"Yeah, I feel like I was run over by a truck." Or gang banged by a football team, I thought but dared not say. "But I didn't even have one alcoholic drink, Sarah. You look pissed at me."
"Not really. I am a little disappointed no one really gives a shit everybody saw me on my knees and Andrew shooting his load all over me."
"Yes, well, who do you have to blame for that but yourself, Sarah? Nobody twisted your arm to give Andrew a blow job in a room crowded with football players and students. What were you thinking?"
Sarah stormed out of the lounge. I called Ricky. "Ricky, I would like to talk to you about last night."
"I was just about to call you, Annie. Thought I'd let you get some rest. You had a rough night."
"How rough?"
"Would you like me to show you?"
"What?"
"It's on video tape." Oh my God, I thought, what had I done? "Can you walk over to the athletic complex?" he asked "Nobody is here but me. Go in the ground level door that says Employees Only. I'll leave it open for you."
Twenty minutes later Ricky gave me a tour of the 8,000 square foot locker room. Air conditioned, a lounge, five meeting rooms, trophy room, lobby, a fiberglass skylight roof, kitchen. Ricky pointed to a long bench next to the lockers. "You would not believe what you did on that!" He giggled. "Follow me." We went into the largest meeting rooms equipped with an overhead video projector. "You best sit down, Annie." He motioned to a couch and popped a tape into the machine.
The movie opened with me naked and dancing with James. We were in this very room. He wore his football jersey but no pants. His huge black penis poked at me when we moved close together. I could not even believe how humungous it looked.
"Somebody drugged me! I have never acted like that in my life, Ricky!" I started to sob miserably. "I just wouldn't," I moaned.
"Yes, you were drugged, Annie. Remember the soda I brought you? James put something in it. He told me he'd hurt me bad if I said anything and I knew he meant it. I have seen him hurt people before."
"What did he give me?" I asked, almost in shock.
"A Roofie. Several, actually." I knew about Roofies. The forget-me-pill. The date rape drug of choice.
"That got you semi-comatose," Ricky continued. "Then when we got to the locker room he forced you to take a drink of water laced with Special K. In half an hour you were totally stoned out of your mind." Special K--Ketamine, more specifically Ketamine Hydrochloride, an anesthetic mostly used on animals. It gives you dreamy, floating sensations and hallucinations that make you feel like you are being removed from your body. Side effects are it can cause loss of consciousness, delirium and amnesia.
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Carl was definitely younger than Jason, but he was built nothing like him. He ambled easily to us and hugged his brother then he turned to me. He took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. ‘So this is her.’ He smirked when he let me breathe. ‘This is my Annie. Annie, my brother, Carl.’ Jason wrapped his arms around me from behind again. I really liked it when he did that. ‘Thank you, for having me.’ I said stupidly. ‘I haven’t had you yet, honey.’ He looked at Jason. ‘Have...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
Preface: Black is the Master Race Steven, I was amazed to read your post. I have thought this for a long time but had no confirmation and for most of my life I was in denial of the truths you espoused. I only had vague knowledge of what you wrote but as I read the details, everything started clicking. You made truthful point after truthful point. It's so obvious that you are right. The evidence is right in front of all of us but denial and fear covers that truth to many people, like a veil...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Many of us probably grow up believing in the fundamental goodwill of other people. I know that I was raised to think that most people are honest and could be trusted to do the right thing. However, this story describes a couple of situations in my life where I was taken advantage of by others, with very significant consequences.My name is Ed, and I was born and raised in an average, middle-class home just outside of Montgomery, Alabama. I am reasonably intelligent but was only a mediocre...
InterracialHe had done it. Finally after spending 6 years developing it, George had finally finished creating the perfect, inconspicuous product for changing the world. Working in the factory that makes sugar has paid off, because now, after all the science experiments, all the trial and error, all the tests, he had it. An entire batch of sugar, but not just ANY sugar, no. THIS sugar, had the ability to control minds. He was able to put people in a trance for 20 minutes, give them any order, make them...
Mind ControlWell, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
Fuck, only 2:15. I can't take 45 more minutes of Mr. V's class. Is Maria still meeting me after school? I hope she wants to get something to eat... Christine's mind wondered. Christine discreetly took her phone out of her backpack and slowly moved it to her lap, out of Mr. Vasiliev's view. She opened her text message window and began to type. Christine: r u meeting me after class still? Maria: yeah but I might get ther late Christine: how late Maria: dont no Maria:...
Robbie Lane was a walking contradiction. The first time I saw him, he was standing outside the Decade bar in Williamsburg. First impressions? I believe they count. Of course they count. When you’re deliberately setting yourself up to see a person for the first time, there is an onus upon you to make sure you’re looking and behaving your best.I’d been putting off meeting him for weeks. Through the New Year and most of January, I’d been preoccupied with wrangling my way to a promotion whilst...
ReluctanceThis is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
"Thank you, Mrs. Hummer," said I. She took my soaked coat the instant I came through the front door. She placed it on a hook and put a towel on the floor to soak up the water. The rain was sudden and unexpected. I had just stepped from the hansom cab when the sky released its downpour. In my haste to escape, I slipped to the ground. I became quite wet in the short time it took to rise to my feet and enter the residence of 34D Cummings Street. This was the lodgings of my good friend Mr....
"Wadshot!" exclaimed Bones the instant I stepped into his residence. "A visitor is scheduled to arrive momentarily." "I can return later," said I. "Nonsense. You are just in time. Sit, Wadshot. I always value your company and your assistance." "Thank you," replied I. I was always most interested in the curious cases Bones was involved in. I sat in an armchair separated only by a table and lamp from Bones' identical armchair. I was currently at 34D Cummings Street, the lodgings of...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Summer vacation was just winding up. I’d be going back to Florida to attend my second year of college. I had a fantastic summer. Recently, new neighbors moved in. A gorgeous MILF and her family moved directly across the street from my parent’s house. It appeared that her husband was out of town a lot. She had a toddler, but brought them to pre-school every day. She didn’t work and loved to wash her car in a skimpy bikini. She liked to put a show on when she was outside. She would sunbathe in...
MILFChristine took a quick glance at the clock hanging over Mr. Vasiliev's desk. Fuck, only 2:15. I can't take 45 more minutes of Mr. V's class. Is Maria still meeting me after school? I hope she wants to get something to eat... Christine's mind wondered. Christine discreetly took her phone out of her backpack and slowly moved it to her lap out of Mr. Vasiliev's view. She opened her text message window and began to type. Christine: r u meeting me after class still? Maria: yeah but I might get ther...
AnalNandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...
Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
I was roused by Surefuck Bones. A quick glance at the clock said six o'clock. "Wadshot! Well done!" he said to me. I tried to clear my mind from the nap. "I see you did her in the ass. Well done, indeed," said Bones. With that pleasant memory, my mind cleared immediately. "Anything to help my friend," said I. "I think we should request our guest to clean herself up," said Bones. "I took the liberty of obtaining extra towels from Mrs. Hummer." Bones went over to Charlotte. He...
Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversThe whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...
Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...