Alan
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Making Preparations
People pointed and stared at him that night as he walked through the artisan’s quarter of the capital. Many knew who he was, but even those that did not were transfixed by his regal bearing and the resplendent uniform of his attendants, two full centurions. It was not often that the vizier waded amongst the everyday folk of the city, and whispers and murmurings broke out as he passed each doorway. It had been many years since he ventured this way, still longer since he had made a night visit, and back then he was a figure off little note, a simple Magian soldier, the personal attendant to the crown prince, not a remarkable personage in his own right. He ignored the mutterings of his subjects, moving smartly towards his destination without pause. A few times people tried to entreat him, either inviting him in for some warmed wine and hot cider, or asking for his intervention in some legal dispute, for he was the penultimate legal authority of the empire, his rulings could only be overturned by the emperor, which they all knew had never happened yet. None took notice of the battered leather satchel held by one of the centurions, a non-descript valise made of goat leather, slung around his shoulder and resting on his left hip, rubbing against the dull metal of his bronze armor.
‘You will wait here,’ he said curtly to the soldiers, though not without a tinge of politeness. ‘Allow no one to enter.’
The right hands of each centurion hand came to his hip, and the older one gave over the satchel while their eyes scanned the street, taking in the movements of the people about, illuminated, such as it were, by small cooking fires scattered hither and yon. Each took up post on opposite sides of the arched doorway. The house/workshop they were now guarding was an anomaly for this section of the capital, made of stone and mortar, not the more inexpensive wood like most others on this block. Steam and smoke drifted up from the rear of the house, byproducts of the forge in the rear yard. A small boy, perhaps eight years old, perhaps younger, approached them from down the street and stopped in front of them, coming no closer than about ten cubits or so. He looked upon the pair with eyes full of fascination and awe. Since they did not address him he stepped no closer, a trace of fear ascending his spine.
Upon entering the house the vizier saw his host, Achnai the smith. He mixed not with workers and artisans much lately, but remembered dealings with this man in the past, in his former life, that of a soldier and a young courtier. Achnai, he knew, was superbly skilled at metalworking, and an honest man to boot. These were not the reasons he was chosen for this important task. The most important cause which drew the vizier to this place was the fact that Achnai was a foreigner, a descendent of the Israelites who were deported from their homeland, Judea, during the reign of Nebuchadnezzar, and brought in exile to Babel. Though some of their number had returned to their motherland after Emperor Cyrus had issued a decree allowing it, many had remained. It was a good thing for the empire, too, for many of these Jews were skilled at useful trades, and their contribution to the empire was disproportionately high in comparison to their numbers.
Recently over a shared cask of wine the vizier and Mecumman, the tax minister, had discussed the benefits of keeping these outsiders among their midst, and his companion had astounded him with tables of figures showing the amount of taxes paid by these people. By means of a double tax on Jews the empire was currently flush with gold and silver, money needed to support the armies of Devaryesh in their campaigns. This money was even being used to finance the construction of the new royal salt works at Pumbedita, a project dear to the heart of the emperor.
At the sound of his entrance the smith leapt to his feet. ‘Prime Minister, peace-be-to you!’ he cried, ‘To what do I owe this great honor?’
‘Peace-be-to-you, my old acquaintance. It has been a very long time since I have been here, Achnai.’ The vizier allowed his eyes to wander, scanning the interior of the workspace, and added warmly, ‘I see much has not changed in the shop since I last visited.’
‘Please, Minister, please, have a seat if you would. My furnishings are more humble than I am sure you are used to, but–‘
‘Gladly,’ the visitor replied, and with a stately gesture indicated to Achnai that he too could sit. Achnai pulled two wooden chairs up to the hearth which dominated the room, and than went to the cupboard for a flagon of wine and two earthenware mugs, placing the cups on the table, and the wine near to the fire so it would warm.
‘You are alone?’
‘Yes, Vizier. My wife is across town. My eldest daughter had a child last night, and my wife is still with her. Except for my apprentice, Shemaryahu, who is still in the shop, cleaning the tools, we are alone.’
They chatted for awhile, waiting for the wine to become ready to drink. A chilling breeze came through the doorway, for there was no door, but rather a rug covering the entrance. Ko’un-Zir sized up his host one last time before deciding whether to entrust him with this important task. He had chosen this Hebrew because no Baal worshipper would take the assignment. These Jews paid no heed or fear to the cult of the empire, and so would be without qualms against destroying one of its sacred relics. Shemaryahu came shuffling into the room and placed some dishes on the table between then the two men, silently retreating at his master’s nod of approval.
Ko’un-Zir took a honeyed almond from the nearest bowl and placed it over his tongue. He liked these Jewish treats, a proclivity he kept secret from his fellow courtiers. The confectioners of his own people never made these nuts as well as the Jewish ones, skipping the brief brining the Jews gave their almonds before sweetening. Achnai poured the wine, and they got down to business.
‘I have a commission for you,’ the vizier stated plainly.
‘Yes?’ the Hebrew smith answered, hoping that his guest didn’t pick up the raw excitement in his voice. A royal commission! With the money he earned on this job he would be able to make a dowry for his last unmarried daughter, the very thought of it began to consume him.
‘Two commissions, actually.’
Achnai was ready to faint, but he composed himself.
The first commission was simple. The Prime Minister wanted a necklace made for his wife, a filigreed piece, similar to one he had seen in a market stall in Tyre. He brought a drawing on parchment, and Achnai perused it, named a reasonable price, six talents of silver over the cost of the gold, and they quickly agreed on a delivery date.
Ko’un-Zir and the smith drank to the agreement, but instead of continuing he became pensive, not relating the details of the second commission right away. He reached for the wine and poured another cup for himself, and then gestured to his host to ask if he needed a refill.
‘Thank you sir, but I would rather pour my own,’ Achnai said apologetically to the second most powerful man in the empire, if not the world. This stirred up a memory in the vizier, and he realized that his host was following the Jewish custom which forbade them to drink wine which had been poured by a gentile. He was not upset, though he could understand Achnai’s consternation, Ko’un-Zir felt ill, and it was showing on his face. Being in the presence of the Orb did that to him, but after tonight that danger would cease forevermore. He reached down under the table and pulled up the satchel, opening it and removing the silver sphere from within. Power radiated from it, though only the vizier, Vessel of the First Seed, felt its waves.
‘I want you to melt this down,’ he said, almost grunting in discomfort as he spoke to the artisan. ‘I want you to melt this down, and then mix the slag with other metals, other silver ingots you have in your shop. The m
etal of this orb is exceedingly pure, and it must be mixed with less pure metals.’
Achnai thought to ask why, but held his tongue. If the vizier wanted this done, his will be done.
‘I will return in ten days. You will have by then melted down this orb, mixed it with baser metals, and created a replica of the orb for me. Oh, and don’t forget the rings we discussed earlier.’ He reached to his waist and pulled a large pouch from his waistband, placing it on the table. ‘One hundred talents of silver,’ he stated, bemused by the widening of Achnai’s eyes. Within thirty seconds he was gone, giving last instructions to the centurion who was taking up temporary post on the street in front of the Hebrew’s home/workshop. As his distance from the Orbis Tertius increased he began to feel better, his powers returning.
* * *
The summer was in full swing. Alan worked at the local paper five days a week, rotating among departments every week or so. It was fun, he liked the people there, and the work was interesting. Both Kate and Pauline were working with non-profit groups which had
received generous grants from the Van Devanter Foundation, a charitable organization (similar to the Ford Foundation, but on a rather less grand scale) funded by the family fortune, and chaired by their dad.
Pauline’s job was in town, she was a camp counselor for a day camp for the children of illegal immigrant workers. There had been in the last few years some accidents involving some of these children. With no child care options, and without even the six hour respite school provided to their parents, immigrant children were often brought to work sites, not the best place for them. The local authorities, with a generous grant from the Van Devanter foundation, had established a day camp, two day camps, actually, for these kids. Pauline was assistant activities director for the girl’s camp, and also group leader for the nine-year olds.
Kate worked in the city, driving in every day in her car, she was a staffer at a shelter for teen runaway girls. She had never done anything like this before, but just a little bored by the day camp work of previous summers she asked her dad to assign her something tougher, and though James was hesitant, he agreed in the end. Kate worked longer hours, often leaving for New York not long past 6am, and sometimes not returning before dark, though she only worked at the center four days a week.
She was more at ease with herself since that night in the Plaza. She was seeing a therapist, though not mentioning a word of what was happening between her and Alan. Mostly she was focusing on why she was not as nice to others as she could have been. Kate was healing.
Her encounters with Alan were as satisfying as ever, perhaps more so. There was a new tenderness about him, no longer did he verbally abuse her, and he even cut down on humiliating her so much she was thinking of asking him to keep at her a little, but she held her tongue, the submissive streak Alan had brought out in her holding her back. He almost never called her filthy names anymore (she sometimes missed that, too), and she had never called him ‘Master’ since that night, prom night. This gave her the strength to do some things she didn’t think she was ready to do.
First on that list was breaking up with Chad. She had kind of planned to just say goodbye to him when they went off to college, allowing nature to take its course, as it were. But right after the prom she called it off. When she threw the big graduation party at the family beach house on Fire Island Chad didn’t even bother to show up, though she had invited him, and his new girlfriend, Suzy Cormier, her gossipy friend.
* * *
‘Delivery for you,’ the mailroom guy said as he laid the package on Alan’s desk. Alan was sitting in his cubicle at the newspaper culling wire service reports for possible use in the next edition of the paper. The newspaper mostly was concerned with local matters, and had no national or international correspondents. The only out-of-town reporter worked in Albany, and she was more of a stringer than a full-time staff member, so it fell to Alan, who at the time was rotating through the Nation/World desk, to keep his eye on the AP and bring ‘possibles’ to the editor, Arthur Mahoney. He had spent a week at Obits, and another at the Local Business desk before coming to Nation/World. Though it was considered a very low-prestige part of the paper, he liked it, and liked working for Mr. Mahoney.
The Clarion was a ‘second paper.’ Most people who read it did so primarily for local coverage, and read the Times or the Wall Street Journal for their main source of national and international news. Arthur had explained to him that his was one of the least important desks at the paper because of this, but no self-respecting paper could call itself a newspaper without a minimum of world and national coverage.
Arthur Mahoney was a stereotypical newspaper man, right out of central casting, from the bottle of rye whiskey he kept in his desk drawer, to the hat with the press badge stuffed into the band which hung from a hook next to his desk. He never actually wore this hat, understanding that he would be laughed at if he dared, but Alan saw in the photos gracing his walls that he used to–including one of a very young Arthur Mahoney asking President Eisenhower a question at a news conference.
The paper closed at eight pm, and Mahoney rarely showed up before two in the afternoon. It was Alan’s job to clip wire reports for him, and also to suggest headlines to go with them, if they didn’t like the wire service ones. Arthur also wrote a twice weekly column on national affairs, and often had Alan doing some research for that. Alan was enjoying this assignment immensely.
‘Delivery for you.’
‘Thanks,’ Alan replied. He tore open the box, a small FedEx mailer, and peered inside. There was a leather case, about for inches square and three inches tall, hinged at the back. He opened it and gasped.
It was a ring, a ring just like the one he had on his finger, just like the one Massimo wore as well. There was no letter or card either in the leather box or the mailer. Alan froze, not knowing what to think. He couldn’t concentrate for more than the better part of an hour.
‘Why would Jack send me his ring?’ Alan thought to himself. It was the only explanation: the ring came from Massimo. No other person knew he was a Vessel of the Seed, and no other person knew about the rings, and what their significance was. He looked at the outside of the box and studied the waybill again. London. He knew no one in London. Sighing and shaking off his doldrums he turned back to his computer and began to once again scan the AP. The fourth story on the website caused a chill to run down his spine. The headline read ‘WORLD FAMOUS ARCHEOLOGIST DEAD IN LONDON HOTEL FIRE.’ He knew, without even clicking on the link to the story, he knew.
* * *
LONDON (AP) July 19, 2002
World famous archeologist Dr. Jean-Pierre Massimo died tonight in a three-alarm fire at the Hotel du Nord, one of this city’s most expensive and exclusive hotels. The alarm was sounded shortly after 7 pm local time, and the fire department was on the scene within minutes. After getting the fire under control the firefighters made a room by room search of the hotel, and found Dr. Massimo near death in his suite shortly after 8 pm. He died in an ambulance on route to the hospital, and was declared dead at 8:23 pm.
Two firefighters were taken to a nearby hospital and treated for smoke inhalation, they were held for observation and the released after a few hours. The Swiss-born archaeologist was the only fatality. Police and Fire Department spokesmen were unwilling to comment at this time about the source of the blaze.
Professor Massimo was one of the giants of twentieth-century archeology, at the time of his death he was semi-retired, holding emeritus teaching positions at both Oxford Univer
sity in Britain, and Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut. Most of his most famous field work was decades behind him. Born in Geneva in 1913, the son of a physician and an opera singer, in the first half of the twentieth century Jean-Pierre Massimo spent much of his time away from home, on digs in the Middle East. After taking a doctorate in from the University of Basel at the age of 24 he led famous expeditions near Baghdad and Damascus. Retiring from field-work he spent the next fifty years teaching at many of the world’s leading universities including Harvard, Duke, Cambridge, the Sorbonne, Moscow University, McGill, Columbia, Hebrew University, and many others.
His wife, Emile, died of cancer in 1979, and he is survived by a son, Claude, a physician in Geneva, and four grandchildren.
* * *
‘Shemaryahu, help me with this.’ Achnai was holding a pair of iron tongs and indicated to his assistant to grab another set. They lifted the ceramic pot from the huge oven and placed to on the stone workbench. It was heavy, filled almost to the brim with molten silver, and they rested their arms for a few seconds before reattaching the tongs to the hooks on either side of the pot and then took it into the workshop proper.
They poured half of the molten metal into one pot, and the other half into another one. Achnai dipped a small iron ladle in each one and set some of the silver aside to make the rings. He instructed his aide to wait in the shop and skim off the impurities which would rise to the top of the pots while he set the next set of silver, the baser silver, into the oven. Shemaryahu waited for the impurities to rise, but they did not come.
This was amazing silver, so pure, so beautiful. The young apprentice had never seen silver such as this, its purity unheard of. Furtively glancing to the oven room he figured he had time, so he took the ladle off the peg in the wall and dipped it into the pot of molten silver, then quickly poured it into a simple ingot die and tied the two halves of the casting device together with a short length of linen rope. By the time his master had returned the die was safely hidden the his cubby, lost among his tools and equipment.
His training would soon come to an end, and he was already planning his own shop, so this silver would help him get started. It was crazy really. The Prime Minister had commissioned his boss to destroy and then forge one of the most sacred relics of the empire. Achnai had not recognized the orb for what it was, but he knew, having seen it paraded through the streets up to the temple during one of the religious parades. Crazy!
* * *
‘Young man? Are you OK?’
The feminine voice shocked Alan back into reality. He had been sitting in his cubicle staring blankly forward for a while, and hadn’t noticed anyone approaching. He was surprised to see who it was, the publisher of the paper, Jamie McConville stood before him, impatiently tapping her foot.
‘Sorry, Ma’am. I spaced out for a minute.’
‘Quite alright,’ she said testily, as if to convey that she didn’t really mean it. ‘Is Mr. Mahoney around?’
Alan didn’t know where he was. Some days he drove into Manhattan and had long liquid lunches with some of his old-time pals, usually at a tavern near Times Square. Since Mr. Mahoney didn’t carry a cell phone or pager Alan sometimes had to call the bar and ask the bartender to get him to the phone. A few days ago he didn’t return before closing, and Alan had put the whole section together by himself. He couldn’t quite remember what the old man had said before, whether he was going into the city this afternoon or not, so distracted was he by the wire service report. ‘I’m not sure, Ma’am. Could I help you with anything?’
Jamie McConville was a decent boss, as evidenced by her giving a position to a dinosaur like Mahoney, and another thing in her favor was that it was she, as publisher of the paper, that had awarded this prized internship to Alan, so he liked her. Many of the others on the staff, the real workers, not interns like him, did not share this opinion. Oh sure, Mahoney liked her, but that was because she viewed him as a newsroom legend, and was always nice to him, and furthermore Mahoney and her dad were correspondents together in the war, so she always thought of him as Uncle Art. One of her first acts since inheriting the paper upon the death of her father was to coax Mahoney out of retirement and hire him for the Clarion. She knew he wasn’t a top-notch reporter anymore, but she liked the idea of having him around. He could always make her laugh, something she was in need of because of her numbing, soul-suppressing marriage.
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It all started that Monday morning when I first laid eyes on her. She was leaning over a bookcase reviewing a file. She leaned forward in such a way that her buttocks was thrust out away from the bookcase with her nicely proportioned legs making a perfect line from her ass to the floor. I had a side view of all this. She wore a sleeveless silk pink top. Her dark tight pinstriped pants were almost, but not quite inappropriate. They framed a beautiful slim waistline. She had what I would...
By : Rahulrp Hello ISS readers I am an ardent fan of ISS and my name is Rahul and I am from Bengaluru. I have been reading the hot sex stories on ISS for more than 4 years now. And here I am to post my first sex story.. It happened when I had gone to visit my native place in UP. I am a native of a small village in UP. It happened when around 20 years old. We used to live in an old big house where there is no elctricity and all. Talking about my family members, I’m a lone son of my parents...
IncestI am Farhan 22 from kanpur now placed at Bagsar near Rajkot (Gujarat) as an engineer. I am really very thankfull for ur feedbacks. Thanks thanks a lot my mail id is I’m waiting for your replies girls and aunties please don’t ask my cell number. I am 5′ 10″ and quite well built and coming to my tool size it is 7′ long. I am going to tell my real life incident that happened just a few days back, so I thought I would put it up here for you guy and gals. This incident happened with my sister Naaz...
Incest[ If the theme of interracial sex disturbs you, read no further! ]I'd taken off the cock ring that I'd promised Brother Dexter I would wear as often as I could. I had showered, and as I toweled off, my wife walked in."Hey," she said with a smile. "How are you doing?""I'm good," I replied.She didn't reply.When I was finished drying off, and I'd hung up the damp towel, I picked up the black cock ring, that I'd laid on the edge of the sink while I'd showered. My wife watched me as I rinsed it with...
Dirty blonde Tiffany Tatum’s team has been renovating director David Perry’s home. He inspects the place, thrilled with their work. Young Tiffany takes him downstairs, where she immediately throws herself at David! The slim, sexy girl kisses and caresses him, soon dropping to her knees to feast on his thick, lengthy dick. Tiffany drools through a sloppy, throat-fucking blowjob, slobber seeping over her perky tits. She pulls down her tight leather pants and sits on David’s...
xmoviesforyouHello guys, this is Sam here with the continuation of my previous story. I had planned to totally humiliate and punish my mom the next day. I untied Jennifer’s hands after my cum had dried and become hard. She stood up and started walking towards the bathroom to clean herself. I pulled her hand and told her, “Where do you think you are going bitch?” Mom -“I was going to clean myself up and then sleep.” Me- “Na, na. You aren’t going anywhere near that bathroom. I want you to be in your natural...
IncestThis is my first story, please be kind to me! About a month ago, I caught my boyfriend in our bed, with another girl. She was tied up and he was whipping her, screaming “You like that don’t you”. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen. But what made it worse, he was doing a better job on her, than he ever did with me. I always thought he knew nothing about turning on a woman; I was always longing to be touched by him, slowly running his fingers down my body, teasing me. But no, with...
Oral SexWe use to play around and hit each other in the dick and balls to knock the wind out each other We even use to grab each other in the crouch area but always hit the person who was grabbing hand off. I don't know if was gay but these were the things we did just fooling and playing around nothing sexual about it until the one day Derrick changed all that. We use to all hang out at the Fast Food Burger Joint by were we all lived. The place had a playground and in this playground there was a...
Hi, this is a real story about me and my childhood friend, who grew to become a sex bombshell (ready to explode). I am 28 and live in Bangalore and Ratna (not real name) she lives in Noida. Since both our families were known to each other, she came over stayed with us for writing some competitive exams. Ratna was a child hood friend but now has grown up to be a dusky beauty with ample assets to make any dick hard and salute. When I received her I didn’t have any idea she was sexy since, I am...
Hello friends, mai yashji wapas aa gya ek aur sheela madam k sath chudai ki asli tasweer le kar. Muje pichli story ka bohot acha response mila. Maine kuch bhabhi ko seva ka mauka dia. Meri email Id par aap kabi bhi response de sakte hai – Aayiye kabi seva dena ka mauka dijiye. Apne baare me btaunga, 24 saal, gurgaon, tcs it company me kaam karta hu. Aur sheela madam ek school ki primary teacher hai jo mere school me padhaya karti thi. Shaadi ho gayi but abhi bhi kisi model se kam nahi. Boobs...
Charlotte called them all to sit at the "kitchen table" again. Again Su Li was allowed to remain in her cot. Charlotte asked Lucinda and Dana to make coffee for the group. When Dana didn't get up from her seat immediately, Lucinda yanked her hair and told her: "C'mon you lazy whore. Haven't you figured out yet that she's the fucking general's sweetheart? She's in charge here, hey? That wasn't a request, it was a fucking order. Get off your lazy ass and do as you're told!" Dana...
FIRST DATE The first time we met. Of course it would be a public place. Someplace with people. Someplace you’d feel safe. The hotel bar was perfect, as it was packed at happy hour. Did it seem like a strange request then when I instructed you to wear a mid-length skirt with no panties? Perhaps. But I was sure you’d be eager to display how obedient you could be. I let you linger alone in the bar for ten minutes, watched you playing with the straw in your drink, eyes continuously scanning the...
Courtney couldn’t resist. Pierce groaned when she squeezed his hard cock through his jeans while he unlocked his apartment door. It was only their second date, but it had gone well. The conversation had strayed in a slightly sexual direction at the bar, and then lost the slightly. She was too hot and bothered to hold out until the third date. Consumed by need, she crushed her body against him and kissed him hard even before the door closed. His fingers ran through her long, dark hair. Her...
ThursdayI know this is going to sound crazy, but…That was the line that started all of this, just over a month ago.I still can’t believe that I found the nerve to ask him. I’m normally so cautious, so unsure of myself when asking anything of another person. And to be fair, this was a pretty huge thing to ask for.I’m smiling as I stand at the luggage carousel, remembering the sizeable knot that had appeared in my stomach as I waited for his reply. I was sure he would say no and would’ve more...
Straight SexReginald Pendergrast was exhausted. He had spent nearly fourteen hours at school and he was glad to finally be home. He threw his briefcase onto the kitchen table and loosened his tie as he walked into his bedroom. He removed his tie and was about to walk to the bed to open the wardrobe when he noticed it was already open. That was his first shock. The second was spying the young blonde girl standing in front of the open doors. She was clad in a leather dominatrix outfit and held a whip in...
“Edith, what are you doing with your dress completely off and washing your privates?” “I am perspiring between my legs Clara, I want to be fresh and clean, just in case Clete gets close to me.” “Then I will also wash my privates, because I plan to get very close to our young friend.” “My God Clara, you are getting dressed without your corsets, have you no shame.” “Not at this moment. I am excited to be courting, even if we are courting together.” “I’m taking my corsets off also, I want...
The Silk Trap By Cindy V "Do we have Microsoft Access on our computer, Alex?" my wife Mary yelled up to me from the kitchen. I was upstairs in the den, on the computer, surfing the web. Well, to be more honest, surfing for, shall we say, adult sites. My sex life with Mary was okay - there's nothing wrong with the missionary position - but Mary was completely disinterested in anything a little kinkier. I fulfilled my wider sexual interests by visiting adult sites. Mary did not...
Spikey Dee is in the bathtub with a hardon when Skylar Snow walks in on him. She tries to talk to Spikey about his day, but Spikey is painfully shy under the circumstances. Skylar tries to put Spikey at ease by offering to wash his back, to which he cautiously agrees. When she’s done, Skylar tells Spikey that she’s going to go make dinner since his dad’s out of town. She leaves him in the tub, conflicted that he has a boner from his bigtit stepmom. Later that night, Skylar is...
xmoviesforyouCat was the first of the two to get past her shock. She flowed to my side in a flutter of rags, pointedly ignoring the other woman’ shivering form. She still flinched at the occasional scream, but it was obvious she was trying to prove something, perhaps that the murders didn’t bother her. Both women were afraid of whatever was happening outside. I, having the advantage of knowledge, felt no fear. Although I did feel an intense curiosity. I’d only killed three of the people outside, and my...
Big titty Milfs Ania Kinski and Valentina Ricci are horny after their Black Friday shopping spree, and lucky for them Czech stud Lutro is waiting with mouth, hand, and cock to pleasure them to wet and juicy orgasms in today’s 4K hardcore premium porn scene. Well, Lutro is actually the lucky one, as he has the beautiful and bountiful busty babes taking turns ball licking, sucking his cock, and offering up their shaved pussies to be pounded. It’s a give and take hot threesome where...
xmoviesforyouThis is my entry into the ‘Winter Holidays Story Contest’. Be sure to vote, and either leave a comment or send feedback. I hope you enjoy it. * The cabin lights flickered each time the wind picked up. Snow swirled across the fields, piling up against anything in its way. Maggie poked at the fire in the wood stove before adding another log. It was two days before Christmas, and she was alone. His shoes sat by the door, right where he left them after slipping his boots on. An empty hook...
John closed his eyes, and was soon lulled into a deep sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the young women on either side of him. Just as it did every other night, the featureless darkness of the void had gently embraced him, as his mind had slipped into a restful slumber. Before he could surrender completely to its siren call, this time a faint light appeared, growing brighter, and illuminating undefined shapes that lurked in his peripheral vision. With mounting dread, he realised he was...
Hi everyone, this is Aakash Sinha again after, I loved the response you gave me to my previous story, And feel free to contact me at Now getting back to where we left, I wanted to fuck mom badly, there were several options for me. I could have straightaway hit on her. Or made Rajan to convience her. But I chose the safest way. I talked to Rajan about it. Me: I have made a plan. Rajan: You want me to talk to her? Me: No, that could backfire. Rajan: Then? Me: I want you to fuck mom in her...
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I was 22 the first time I ventured out as Noelle. I had put the wig and some items of clothing on before in the bedroom or bathroom, but nobody had ever seen me before. I had been chatting online with a beautiful blonde 23 year old named Jenny. She lived about an hour away and invited me over to help with a full make over.At the time, my wardrobe was skimpy and makeup non-existent, but I packed everything I had into a large tupperware bin and made the trip. I was so nervous I sat in my new...
Hi all, be sure and read, parts one, two and three. I hope you enjoy. * * * * * After Cindy and I kissed goodnight, I started home. I was so excited, when she came back from the ski trip, she was mine. That night I had taken a different way home. About half the way there, I saw a car broke down on the side of the dark, lonesome highway. Steam bellowed out from under the hood and a woman standing by the car crying. With no man in site, I knew she needed help. Even in a big city like this,...
Kit Mercer’s step-daughter, Scarlett Sage, is soon graduating high school. Although money’s been a bit tight lately, this is an important milestone and Kit doesn’t want to miss the chance to reward Scarlett for all her hard work. That’s why she plans to give Scarlett a graduation gift straight from the heart: herself! Unfortunately for Kit, she’s oblivious to the fact that Scarlett has the hots for her. So while Kit’s envisioning a nice girl’s day out,...
xmoviesforyouJenny Part 1 - The ArrangementsI am a member of a group of friends who meet occasionally. We are five men in total, and we discreetly correspond to arrange group sex meetings.We are all straight, but enjoy some of the shall we say wilder aspects of sex. We have no regular meeting schedule, preferring to arrange meetings when an idea strikes the group, or a willing female makes herself available.The group knew Mandy for some years now, and had used her at several meetings. Mandy was a woman in...
Note : This story is completely fictional! I was 18 years old. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. My Mom had gone to a Ladies club meeting. My Dad and my brother had gone off fishing and I had pretended to be sick so that I could get a good look at my brother’s XXX videos that he kept under his bed I was going have a free afternoon of beautiful ladies getting fucked by huge cocks while stoking myself slowly to satisfaction. At the time we only had one VCR in the house and it was in the family...
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