The Orchid The Storyteller
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My name is Trish.
I am 30 years old, 5' 5" tall with a 36"24"34" figure, I live in England. This is my first story, and it tells of my experiences with dogs.
It started one night at my boyfriends flat. I found some photos of a women playing with and having sex with a dog.
I was disgusted, and when my boyfriend admitted that the thought of a woman having sex with a dog turned him on I called him a pervert and stormed out telling him that I never wanted to see him again.
The next weekend after a night out with my friends, and having a few too many drinks, I arrived home feeling a bit worse for wear. And extremely sexy as I was missing Paul my ex.
I was alone as my parents had gone out for the weekend. Going to my bedroom I got a couple of blue films and my favourite dildo. I then took off my blouse, skirt and bra. Which left me in my small black lace knickers, slipping on a silk robe which Paul had bought me for my birthday, I went back downstairs.
Putting the video in, I sat down, determined to bring myself off with my fingers and dildo. The film started off with two young girls kissing. I have never had sex with another woman, but it always turns me on. I slid my hand inside my robe, and rubbed my tit stroking my nipple lightly with my fingers. I love my nipples being touched, and it wasn't long before I felt them stiffen and become tender and sensitive. I have nice tits, with no sag, and my nipples when aroused really stick out.
My pussy was getting damp, and sliding my hand down onto my knickers I gave my pussy a rub, my knickers where already wet. I ran my finger into my crack pushing my knickers onto my clit, loving the feeling of the material rubbing against my clit. Pushing the material to the side I pushed a finger into my wet pussy, letting out a low moan of pleasure.
Lifting my arse up I slid off my knickers, pushing them down my legs, and kicking them across the room.
In the film one of the women was licking the others pussy, my hand went down to my pussy, and I started rubbing my fanny and playing with my clit, closing my eyes I dreamed that my fingers where another girls, and that I would soon feel her tongue on my fanny.
I suddenly felt something on my hand and looking down saw my mongrel dog Pip licking my fingers.
I pushed him away shouting at him to get in his bed. Poor Pip his tail went between his legs and he slunk away.
I went back to playing with my pussy. But I couldn't get the thought of Pips tongue out of my mind. Even after seeing those photo's at Pauls I hadn't thought of Pip as a sexual object. He had been a family pet for a long while and that's what I thought of him as.
Believe it or not thinking of Pips tongue licking my pussy was making me extremely wet. And my fingers pushed harder into my sopping wet cunt thinking about it. My love juice was running out of my cunt and down my fingers and hand, dripping onto my inner thighs and I could feel it running down to my arse. I can never remember being as wet as this.
I gave in to temptation and called Pip into the room. He sheepishly walked back in, his head held low, and looking at me with his sad sorrowful eyes.
I called him across, and holding out my hand let him sniff it, after a couple of sniffs, he put out his tongue and licked my hand. I moved my hand nearer to my pussy, Pip followed it until my hand was pushed against my pussy. I moved my hand, and Pip licked my cunt. The feeling of his long wet tongue on my shaven pussy nearly made me cum.
I let out a groan of pleasure and excitement, thinking how dirty and perverted it was letting a dog lick my pussy, and how much it turned me on. I laid back opened my legs, and gave in to the feeling I was getting from Pips gorgeous tongue.
I undid my robe and caressed my tits, pulling and tweaking the nipples. My breathing was getting harder and faster, as I felt myself approaching my first orgasm. My whole body tensed up and my legs clamped around Pips head. I shouted out, PIP KEEP GOING MAKE ME CUM, my body shook as I came, my juices came gushing out of my pussy, all over Pips snout, it was the best orgasm I have ever had.
After I had calmed down, which was hard, as Pip was still licking the juice off my pussy, I patted the top of his head and told him what a good boy he was.
Looking down I could see that Pips cock was showing, I reached down and stroked it, as I stroked it more appeared, and it wasn't long before there was about 6inches sticking out. It wasn't as big as Pauls, but it was a decent size.
My whole body was trembling, and my pussy felt like it had pins and needles. Because Pip was still licking my cunt I was having lots of little orgasms, his tongue was getting deeper into my cunt, and his nose kept hitting my clit, I was in heaven (sexually)
Trish needed more money than she could get from her studs. Usally they had more crystal than money, which was o.k., but she had some bills to pay so she asked her boyfriend Tom if he needed any help. Tom ran a company that refurbished homes for a real estate company. "I guess I could use somebody to help cleaning and picking up trash", Knowing that with Trish around, sex is always the main subject. "When do I start, lover?" she said. "Start what?", Tom said, "teasing my crew?"....
"Tell me what you want Trish. Beg for it." "OH fuck Ben, FUCK me." "Tell me." My cock was sooo close, I pinched her nipples, there were hand marks on her ass. "I can wait all night..." "FUCK me, give me your cock NOW." "Hmm, maybe." I swatted her ass again. "I'm not hearing what I want." "Please, put your cock in me." Swat. Not too hard. She wasn't into pain. That's ok. Swat. "Fuck me with you cock. My pussy needs it PLEASE." Swat. Squeeze the nipples, let my cock...
Trish. by Kyorii Pilau. This story is a prequel to the story The Model maker and tells the tale of Trish up until the time that Chris moves in with her, I hope it fills some gaps in her life only hinted at in my story. (If however, you haven't read The Model maker yet, read this first). Chapter 1 An evening working. It's a pleasant late spring evening and I'm standing on the pavement with one of the older girls on the north side of the railway tracks...
On the appointed day Trish phoned early that morning and asked if she could bring her new protege along. “Half my age, twenty, very pretty and very talented. I think you might both enjoy Honey.” “Okay, but remember our rules, no intercourse, oral sex only, but that leaves lots of options. I had known Trish for some time through our business network, she is a few years older than me, and had confided with her a few times about the sexual liaisons my man and I participate in. Not to be outdone...
On the appointed day Trish phoned early that morning and asked if she could bring her new protege along. “Half my age, twenty, very pretty and very talented. I think you might both enjoy Honey.” “Okay, but remember our rules, no intercourse, oral sex only, but that leaves lots of options. I had known Trish for some time through our business network, she is a few years older than me, and had confided with her a few times about the sexual liaisons my man and I participate in. Not to be outdone...
“Have you fucked your man since Sunday?, is the first question she asks as we kiss passionately with seductive slow, soft jazz music in the background. “Yes, twice,” I tease. “And I thought about you the whole time.” “Good, I have been thinking about you also and how I can pleasure you today. You are a very exciting woman with the ability to have both men and women lusting after you. “And you are very talented.” As she leads me into her spacious bedroom I note the walls all have mirrors on...
“Have you fucked your man since Sunday?, is the first question she asks as we kiss passionately with seductive slow, soft jazz music in the background. “Yes, twice,” I tease. “And I thought about you the whole time.” “Good, I have been thinking about you also and how I can pleasure you today. You are a very exciting woman with the ability to have both men and women lusting after you. “And you are very talented.” As she leads me into her spacious bedroom I note the walls all have mirrors on...
Trish and Ashley are backstage,Ashley you ok Trish asked Ashley looks at Trish iam ok but I can’t believe Candice and Torrie did that to me last week Ashley is blushing. I no Trish giving her friend a hug, Ashley whimpering they stripped me to my bra and panties then spanked me in front off everyone Ashley sobbing. It’s ok I will deal with them both later Trish says. Candice is in the ring a mic in hand well you all saw what happened to that jumped up loser Ashley last week but just in case...
Jeff woke up early the next morning. Not because he wanted to, but because his bladder demanded it. After taking care of his business, he came back to his side of the bed and smiled at his sleeping wife before picking his pajama bottoms off the floor and pulling them up his legs. "Good morning," he said, as he walked into the kitchen and saw Kathy pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "Morning," she said, as she poured a second cup, handing it to him. Jeff saw that she was wearing an...
Trish couldn’t sleep. It was gone two and she had work the next day but somehow she just couldn’t unwind. Harry lay there like a balustrade, inert and snoring. She cuddled up to him, her hands slipping down his hairy belly and between his legs, with out thinking reaching for his penis. It was flaccid. She let go of him and rolled onto her back trying to clear her mind. She had had a bust up with Jenna, her step daughter, earlier that day, well yesterday now, about seeing boys. In the heat...
LesbianTrish pulled in to her drive. Strange, Harry was home. He should have been at work. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. Trish put her key into the lock and entered the hall way. ‘Harry love, are you home?’ No answer. ‘Harry are you ok ?’ Still no reply. She softly climbed the stairs and went into their room. Sure enough there was Harry fast asleep in their bed. ‘Harry love’ she whispered, ‘are you feeling ok ?’ There was no answer so she slipped in beside him pulling the quilt over her and...
Trish pulled in to her drive. Strange, Harry was home. He should have been at work. Maybe he wasn't feeling well. Trish put her key into the lock and entered the hall way. 'Harry love, are you home?' No answer. 'Harry are you ok ?' Still no reply. She softly climbed the stairs and went into their room. Sure enough there was Harry fast asleep in their bed. 'Harry love' she whispered, 'are you feeling ok ?' There was no answer so she slipped in beside him pulling the quilt over her...
Group SexIt was raining cats and dogs, but I didn't give a good goddamn! Herdin' a semi down the road was better than watchin' them damn soaps. Retirement-reshmirement, it sucked. Being retired ain't nuthin' but waitin' to die. Not me, not anymore, I'm workin' again. I pulled the big rig into the diner and parked for easy egress later on. I only had a couple of hours more road time, but I was hungry. The construction project would have to get along without its rebar till I filled my belly. So...
Trish was a red-headed Irish beauty, complete with creamy skin lightly marked with tiny, sexy freckles and deep beautiful green eyes. Being her roommate I saw her naked often enough (well not really enough for my taste, but keep reading) so I knew that she had perfect sweet firm breasts that were also adorned with sweet tiny freckles. Her pussy was covered with a lush patch of red hair. Her butt was round, firm and so very sweet that you just wanted to reach out and grab a handful. She was also...
LesbianGLORYHOLEI'd love to be in a booth with a woman while she does her thing to all of those unidentified cocks! I have taken my wife to a local porn theater and made her take off her bra and pantyhose. She was wearing a very short skirt so hiking that up was no problem. I had her unbutton her blouse so the guys in the row we were sitting in could see her tits. They would move close to her and in the beginning she would panic but I held her there and told her to settle down and go with the flow....
After the events of the previous story, things changed in our class. My mate flunked his exams on the retry and quit school. Another boy, let’s call him Klay, came and quickly became my best friend.The girls (Trish, Kate en Mel), Klay and me became a sort of organism on our own that year. There were other people in our class, but they were satellites. The core of the room was us. We’d sneak our hands down another one’s pants during math class. We’d lick an earlobe at lunch. Sometimes there were...
So I was just waking up as it was Saturday and the phone rangand it was Jack. What are you doing today he asked and I had no plans as Nolan wasnot coming home to see me, again. Who knows, maybe Kathy wasspreading her legs over his head again as they “hiked.” Jack said I have my cousin’s van and thought maybe we could go to the lake andhave a picnic with my friends and hopefully their girlfriends. Jack saidthe guys are providing all of the food. I had nothing to do and itsounded like fun. It was...
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I love going to the local movie theater. my husband and i will go at a time that is not to crowded. normally there are a few couples there. we sit in the middle of the theater and begin kissing ... we get a few lookers. then i will pull up my skirt ( no panties - for easy access) and sit on his dick and ride him up and down. before you know it, we have people watching and wishing. it is amazing how hot that is. some have asked to join, but we tell them no, but are welcome to watch.Me and my...
I promised in the comments of my last story, ‘Peeing Tom’, that I’d write the follow up real soon.That was two years ago. Sorry I lied. Also: I can’t write the follow up, because the ending is the only part of the story that wasn’t true. And I kind of like to stick to true stories. Like that one time at the empty dormitories.This is ages ago. We were young (but let's say we were legal), drunk and horny. My friend who’s dad owns a private school took three girls (let’s call them Trish, Kate and...
Trish was a tad naive when we met. She had desires and curiosities, but had no idea what to do with them. She knew she wanted to be fucked by multiple men but she is a woman who can’t and won’t cheat, so she never thought it would be possible. She never dreamed of meeting a man who would encourage her to take all the cock she wanted, provided we did it together.The more I told her about the doors I wanted to open for her, the more eager she got. Not only eager, she started coming up with...
Jeff had been horny all day. After his encounter with his wife and Kathy that morning, he and Trish had taken separate showers, gotten dressed, and went on their normal Saturday errands. Even though it was explicitly detailed how Trish and Kathy got together, the question of why still lingered in his mind. For twenty-five years, he had fantasized about her with another woman. He had asked her several times if there was ever a possibility of it and was always told that it would happen when the...
(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old) Here are some random sex story's that i had on my computer so enjoy...
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Married"Wake up, loser!" A slap on the head. "Now, little brother! Paaat-rick." My older sister, Cynthia, was always the one to wake me up. And take responsibility in general. But when I wanted to be lazy, the extended-out name always did that, I couldn't ignore it! "OK, what does Mom want?" "Sorry, we have to do some shopping for me, it will be boring for you, just take a shower so we can have breakfast and get out of here." Cynthia was always bossy to me, but not to be bad, just to keep me...
Trish couldn’t sleep. It was gone two and she had work the next day but somehow she just couldn’t unwind. Harry lay there like a balustrade, inert and snoring. She cuddled up to him, her hands slipping down his hairy belly and between his legs, with out thinking reaching for his penis. It was flaccid. She let go of him and rolled onto her back trying to clear her mind. She had had a bust up with Jenna, her step daughter, earlier that day, well yesterday now, about seeing boys. In the heat of...
Reminiscence – Entwining ‘You know how I feel about this, you know what I’d like to give you.’ She told him, ever so slowly. Achingly, they had been lying in bed for two hours after they had awoken, just content to talk. The conversation had drifted however, to a more…. Taboo subject. ‘I know how you feel…’ he trailed off, kissing her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist. They were laying on their sides, her backs to him. She wasn’t being cold, she was on the verge of breaking. ‘I’ve been...
Reminiscence - Entwining ‘You know how I feel about this, you know what I’d like to give you.’ She told him, ever so slowly. Achingly, they had been lying in bed for two hours after they had awoken, just content to talk. The conversation had drifted however, to a more…. Taboo subject. ‘I know how you feel…’ he trailed off, kissing her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist. They were laying on their sides, her backs to him. She wasn’t being cold, she was on the verge of breaking. ‘I’ve been...
First TimeAfter picking up her coffee, Meara looked around the crowded café for a seat. Every seat seemed to be filled. After looking further, she noticed a table in the corner where a man about her age sat typing on his laptop, and the seat next to him was vacant. Approaching him, she said, "There are no other available seats; would you mind if I join you?" "No, you're welcome to join me," responded Sam. "Just let me finish recording my thought, here, and I'll put this away." "Don't stop on...
Review this Story Thisstory has been edited by Chksng19. Any errors in grammar, punctuation orspelling are either an intentional part of the story or the result of MadLews mucking about with the text after it was properly edited Authors Notes: This is a work of fiction and all characters are entirely fictional.If you see yourself in this story you are sitting entirely too close tothe monitor. The fictional characters in this story are all at least 18 years old,even Larry. Some may feel the...
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A sad, depressed and bittersweet story. Disclaimer: All though inspired by a real story, this is fiction. It is a story-taking place in a horrible society where money and money only makes the world going round. Disgusting events according to Danish standard are described and I would wish that we could save the world back from Denmark, so people did not need to go trough such a life, but we can only watch the unjust to happen. The solution has to come from the government on the Philippines....
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1Aoife, the Queen Maker - A Halloween Storyby The TechnicianHalloween, Romance, Fantasy = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The arrow falls; the door opens; the Queen is made.This story explores the connection between the Orionid meteor shower, the ancient Celtic myths which surround Samhain, and the great warrior Queens of ancient Ireland."Aoife, the Queen Maker" is the story the pixies told me when I wanted to write something else. Sometimes I write a story with a theme and plot that I...