Big Ben by robcub32 from Literotica
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"How do I use the ring?"
Ornias had been very forthcoming on the subject of the ring's history. Virtually anything I could imagine could be accomplished with a thought, due to the ring's connection to the demons that Solomon had enslaved with it. By siphoning off a bit of their powers, each demon could go about its business while still living up the agreement that had been forged with Alexander the Great on his deathbed. But now, I needed to know the secret, the way to unlock the powers of the ring for my own use.
Ornias hesitated briefly; I knew it hated to give me the secret of the power, considering me to be unworthy of such a gift. Still, it had sworn to tell me, and I could easily enough slip the piece of paper bearing its symbol back in the freezer... a fate that the ornery demon desired to avoid at all costs.
"I have said that I have some control over those who wear the ring, so that I may keep the unworthy from learning of the way to use the power. However, that is the last resort. First, the ring has to choose you as a worthy vessel. As soon as I materialized in this prison of light, I knew that the ring had selected you as one worthy to wield it. It had molded itself to your finger, and allowed you to summon me, even though you did not know what you were doing. By doing this, the ring itself has reached a decision of sorts about you... that you are neither mad nor overtly evil, nor desirous of the ruin of mankind in pursuit of history or glory for yourself. You may yet pursue glory or fame or history... but not to the extremes of genocide or human extinction.
"However, when the ring selects you, it marks you. This is why Solomon, even when he gave the ring to me to enslave Beelzeboul, had no fear that another would use the ring. The ring can be lost, buried, even stolen, but it does not matter. From the moment it chose you until the moment you die, the ring is yours, and no other can use it.
"Look down at the back of your left leg."
Since I was wearing jeans, this request involved a minute of muttering as I unfastened my pants and pulled them down, exposing my legs. I turned my left leg outward and, looking down, saw nothing remarkable.
"Now... point the ring toward the back of your leg."
I have to admit, I hesitated doing this. In the tales of summoning demons I had read before, to allow yourself to be trapped or pulled inside the summoning circle with a demon was akin to signing your death warrant. I had no idea how touching my leg with that mysterious light that held Ornias at bay would affect me.
The demon snorted derisively. "Haven't you figured it out yet, whelp? As long as you wear that ring, there is not a demon of this realm that can harm you. You could step into a summoning pentagram stark naked, and no demon would dare touch you, lest the wrath of God Himself turn it to ash on the spot. Besides that, I am not really here with you. I am in some limbo created by the ring as a holding place for my kind, and though we can see each other and talk to each other, I could no sooner touch you than I could win a place in Heaven."
Though I could feel that he telling the truth, the instinct to not trust a demon was strong. Still, I swung the ring toward the back of my leg, prepared to jerk it away quickly should I feel anything was wrong. The light touched the back of my leg... and nothing happened! Ornias, hanging upside down in the ring's prison, shot me an "I told you so!" look, before it indicated I should continue to move the ring across my calf.
As the light touched the middle of my calf, it became apparent what Ornias had meant in saying that the ring had "marked" me. The light of the ring unveiled a tattoo, otherwise invisible to the naked eye... a tattoo that I had never asked anyone to put there.
It was a twin to the largest symbol on the ring, the one carved in four places around the stone.
"The mark of Solomon. It binds you now and until the end of your life as the keeper of the ring of Solomon. But there is only one way to activate the power. You must..."
"I think I can guess what I have to do, Orny," I said a bit dismissively. Ornias fell silent, perhaps a bit miffed that I might have figured out what to do without his instruction.
Reaching down, I touched my left hand to the place where the tattoo had been a moment before. Then I placed my right index finger on one of the symbols it matched on the ring.
I don't know what I was expecting, but I thought I would feel something when I unlocked the secret of the ring's power. Which is why I looked questioningly at Ornias... who had turned his back on me, still smarting from my interruption, indicating that it would be of no further help.
'Maybe if I touch all four symbols... ' As I arranged my fingers around the stone and pressed down, I heard a slight click... then suddenly, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my fingertips. As I pulled my fingers away from the face of the ring, blood dripped back onto the metal; each of the symbols I had touched had developed a sharp point that had sprung outward into my fingertips, piercing the skin.
Ornias hissed its snake-like laughter. "The teeth of Solomon still have a good bite after all these years, don't they?" It looked back at me as I held the ring aloft, sucking my four punctured fingers as I did so. "Have you figured out what you need to do yet, whelp? Or are you tired of playing games, and simply wish me to tell you how to make it work?"
I glared at it, though I was really mad at myself for showboating when I should have been listening. "Very well, demon. I'm asking now... what should I do?"
"You have brought forth the teeth of Solomon, though you could have done so less painfully had you followed my instructions." It flashed its fangs at me in a mirthless smile. "Nonetheless, you have completed the first step. Now you must complete the final one.
"You must take the ring and drive its teeth into the heart of the symbol on your leg. Only then will the power that has lain dormant for all these years be available to you."
My first thought upon hearing what Ornias had to say was 'Why? Why cut my leg to initiate the power?' But, thinking a minute, I discovered I knew why. For, when it came to demons and power, one thing always seemed to be needed to close the deal.
Blood.
Blood sacrifice, blood rituals, pentagrams made of blood... the rites and summonsing of demon lore all called for blood. So why should this be any different?
Carefully, I placed the ring over the tattoo, its light easily showing where the "teeth of Solomon" had to be "driven." Knowing it would only hurt for a moment, I pushed the ring into the back of my leg.
For a moment, everything was okay; the pain in my leg was annoying but manageable. Then, light exploded behind my eyes, as if I'd just been hit by a massive uppercut delivered by the heavyweight champion. I only knew I was falling when I hit the ground like a bag of cement.
The last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness was Ornias' voice hissing, "Sleep well, whelp. I'll see you in your dreams."
And then all the lights in my head went out.
Closing the door to the master bedroom, I stood for a moment in the hallway, deep in thought.
There was nothing stopping me from keeping Samantha except my own doubts. I had thought I was playing Boy Scout, doing a good deed in giving Sam the body he had always wanted. But I had not been prepared for how quickly the submissive inside that body would decide that I was the one to whom she wanted to be enslaved. More than that, I didn't know if I really felt like a deserved such devotion. If Sara's journal entries were to be believed, I had lost one woman because I couldn't be dominant enough. More than that, I didn't really know Sam all that well. Before the change, he was a friend, but not a close one. And now... her devotion to me seemed to deepen with every moment that passed. I knew that I would fulfill my responsibility to care for her, since I had been the one who propelled the switch from man to woman. But taking responsibility was different than emotional involvement... and I still wasn't free of my love, my desire for the woman I had intended to be mine forever.
I looked down on the shiny silver ring on my finger. If all had gone to plan, she would be wearing it now on her left hand, and perhaps we might have already set a date to be married. I had let the abruptness of the end of our relationship stall my life; I had brooded over it to the point that no other decision in my life could be made without coming up to an unfinished bridge over a deep chasm called Sara. And the only way that bridge would ever be finished was with answers. And since all the answers were still ahead of me, I again started walking down the hall.
Images... fleeting, flitting impressions of places, people I had never known... rushing through my brain...
... dust and heat... untold thousands of people working, moving heavy stone blocks... shouts from below me..."Look, it's the king!"... the workers stop to cheer me loudly, while an old man with a wise face says "The temple will be finished on time, your majesty"... a troubled boy in a dirty face, kneeling in the dust..."King Solomon, the demon plagues me at work, at home... he steals my food, my wages, he sucks the very life from my body"... a prayer to God... its answer, an angel bearing a silver ring with a black stone... the boy is brought before me again, and I give him the ring, telling him to throw it at the demon and then bring it back to me... the boy returns, smiling, triumphant, and hands the ring to me... I finger the side of the ring; where there was only silver before, there is now a symbol, small but easily deciphered - the name of a demon..."Who are you demon, that you plague a boy and not a man?"..."I am Ornias... I strangle those who live in Aquarius because of their passion for the women who reside in the sign of Virgo... In my transformations, I am a man who craves the bodies of effeminate boys, and sometimes causes them great pain..."..."I seal you with this ring, and order you to help build the temple to better honor God"... I summon the demon again..."Ornias, take my ring and find the demon Beelzeboul... throw the ring at him, and, when he is taken by it, bring the ring back to me..."..."So, prince of demons, you sit before me alone. Why is that?"..."I am the last of the fallen angels, cast out of Heaven by God... His power thwarts me in all aspects..."..."Take this ring, and find all the demons under your power, and bind them with it, then bring it back to me, and then you shall begin your labor on the temple..."... 14 number the symbols on the ring, counting Ornias, Beelzeboul, and the 12 demons that the prince of demons has brought under God's control...
The scene fades, blends into another... a dimly lit tent, populated with shadowy figures... I am the only human in the room, and I lay on some type of cot, covered in blankets... my body, once full of strength, now lies wasting and on the verge of death..."You are all agreed... the ring will no long summon you individually, but will instead draw power from you to do the will of its master... I have used that power to change the structure of the ring around its stone... to unlock its power, the one who wears it must unlock that change... Ornias will be the keeper of the ring's secret, a barrier to those unworthy to wield such powers..."... The tent, darker still in my eyesight, though candles remain lit throughout... I cling to life but only in shallow breaths... I hold the hand of a woman, speaking haltingly..."You created a destiny for me with this ring that I pursued without regret... but the ring cannot save me... it was you and your sisters that divined the great secret and bound the ring to my will... by my will, I bind you to the ring, now and forever... only you may choose who wears it, and by their own wit must they find a way to use it... flee here, and travel the world... by my will, the ring will protect you and provide for you, and you shall not age any further... when the ring-bearer dies, it shall always come back to you, waiting for your next choice... you chose my destiny well, and now you shall do so until time itself comes to an end... that is the will of Alexander, the king..."
Flying now, the images are mere impressions... Caesar, bedding the ferocious Cleopatra, and binding her to his will... Genghis Khan breaching the Great Wall of China... Cortez, masquerading as a god to conquer the Aztecs... Napoleon Bonaparte, in command of 10,000 troops, seizing control of a Turkish fort, all the while planning the coup that would lead to him becoming Emperor of France...
Abruptly, all the jumbled images from the past ceased to rumble through my head; in the sudden quiet, I could feel my body once again, could feel that I was seated upright, though my eyes were closed. Cautiously, I blinked my eyes several times, and then I slowly moved my hands and arms, as if to reassure myself that they still worked.
I was seated at a table, a rather nasty piece of red Formica with silver metal trim, right out of some roadside diner. The entire room was, in fact, a relic from another time, something out of a mod-60's obsessed nightmare, full of loud colors, old plastic furniture, and kitschy knick-knacks. In front of me on the table sat a china cup on a saucer and a silver spoon resting on a linen napkin. A man bustled in from what must be the kitchen, a steaming teakettle in his right hand.
"Oh, good! You're awake! Just in time for tea and biscuits!" He sat the teakettle down and looked me over carefully. "You seem to be in fairly good shape, considering. The ring often leaves its initiates in a rather dreadful state, since it refuses to let them regain their senses until they have some basic, ummm... realignment in their thought patterns. You, however, seem to have come through it in less time than most, and that is a good reflection on both your knowledge of history, and your ability to adjust to the unexpected."
While he talked, I examined speaker quite closely. It was obvious from his clothing that this was his place; his paisley Nehru jacket and flared pants fit the mod motif perfectly. So did his facial hair, a rather thick gray goatee that simply screamed, "I am a relic from the 60s!" His rather long, untamed head of hair and the reading glasses perched on his nose, combined with the numerous books piled on the table and the floor, only added to the kooky sense that this space belonged to him, and that it suited his needs perfectly.
Carefully considering a moment, I swallowed, then asked, "Excuse me... who are you, and where am I?"
Setting the tea down in the center of the table, he smiled beneficently, like a teacher pleased by a promising pupil. "You know, most of those who have been here have been a little rude when asking that question, so you don't know how welcome it is to hear some civility in your voice. However, I have the feeling that your question is going to test your ability to suspend your currently limited thought patterns and accept things that make absolutely no sense.
"My name is Merlin, wizard and teacher to the court of King Arthur. And this... well, this is Berkley, California, circa 1964.
"And you, dear boy, are the 12th pupil brought here to learn how to wield King Solomon's ring." He smiled, enjoying the look on my face for a moment. Then he asked a question of his own.
"Tea?"
The walk to the end of the hall was short, and I heard voices in the living room as I approached. I stopped in the shadows to take stock of who was there.
Normally, there would be plenty of people in the living room at this time, as Thomas, or " Master Tricksie" as he liked to be called, would have brought some new or unusual toy out to demonstrate, first on his sub Richard, then on anyone who volunteered to let him. Tricksie was a short, wiry Sonny Bono-type guy, with oil-slick hair and a pencil thin mustache to match. He exuded the bluff heartiness of a car salesman outside of the monthly meetings, but once here, strutted around like a bantam rooster, waiting for his opportunity to take the spotlight. Richard was my height, towering over Tricksie by 6 inches, which I suppose is why Tricksie took so much delight in leading him around by his leash, or having him on his knees when sitting, or inflicting pain on his bare skin during the demonstrations. Not that Richard didn't enjoy it; he had confessed to me on more than a few occasions that the pleasure he got from Thomas' bag of tricks more than made up for the times when he thought Tricksie went too far, either in demeaning Richard with words, or actually drawing blood with one of his "tools." I personally thought Tricksie got carried away far too often, crossing the line from what should be done in front of others to what should be done in private too much.
As Richard knelt and Tricksie rummaged in his bag for his tool of choice, I spied one other person in the "audience": Mistress Matilda. She was a fortress of a woman, squat, rotund, seemingly as big around as she was tall; if you put tusks on her, you'd have thought she was a warthog walking on two legs. I didn't know if she was really a Mistress, or just liked being called one, since she never brought anyone with her to the monthlies, and never seemed to be interested in actually participating in any way - except to eat. She always seemed to be going back for plate after plate off the potluck table in the dining room. In fact, even as Tricksie readied his demonstration, she was eating a plate piled high with chips, pasta salad, and "pigs-in-a-blanket." Her face suggested that, other than the food, she was pretty much bored with the evening.
I suppose that, in the back of their minds, they must have been wondering where everyone else was. Thanks to a quick command when I had entered the house, that's where that thought stayed; if no one else was around, it did not seem overtly unusual to anyone with whom I had not otherwise come into contact. Instead, those people simply thought that the others were doing something else in some other room... and only Thomas was really bothered by this, since his star couldn't shine in front of an audience of one.
I had no real animus against Tricksie or Richard, even if I didn't really respect Tricksie's methods. Matilda was a different story. When I had come to the house the time before this, the time they had told me I was no longer welcome because Lord Ramon and Sara had said so, Matilda had not only agreed with the decision, but chimed in with a long rant about how I would be better suited to kissing her boots and being a toilet slave rather than masquerading as a dominant male. Thinking about it now made me narrow my eyes in annoyance. In my thoughts, I could think of no one who deserved less input into the decisions of the group than Matilda, whose only purpose in attending seemed to be to eat and look bored.
Of course, it was my pleasure to change that this evening.
Striding in from the shadows, I smiled at the three of them, and then sat down on the couch near Matilda... not touching, certainly, but within arm's length. She looked at me as if I was a roach that had just turned up on her plate... but instead of acknowledging my presence, she simply slid over as far as she could on the couch, trying to put as much distance as she could between us.
Richard acknowledged me with a nod of his head and a rueful expression. In his mind, I could see sympathy for the way I had been treated, as well as a bit of puzzlement over why I was here. Tricksie looked up from his bag, and, seeing me sitting there, had only one thought: at least two people would be watching his demonstration.
Giving Tricksie a mental nudge, he pulled from his bad a claw-shaped glove, complete with sharp-looking metal protrusions angling out from the tip of each finger. Except for the shorter length of the metal tips, it could have come straight from the prop room of the last Freddy Krueger movie. As Richard watched Tricksie strap the glove onto his right hand, I felt very mixed emotions filter through his mind. Apparently, he'd had the glove used on him before. He enjoyed the feeling of the metal as it played across his body, and, up to a certain point, the pain it caused as Tricksie slowly increased the force he used in wielding it. But, probing deeper, there was fear. Fear that Tricksie would again go too far. Fear that he would again draw blood. Fear that the sadist would not stop until he had done something too damaging to heal without scars.
Thinking for a moment, I concentrated briefly on Richard, making a slight physical change that I hoped would work out better for both he and Tricksie. Then I turned my attention to my companion at the end of the couch.
With the exception of Frick and Frack, I hadn't really changed anyone in a way that was truly against their nature, and, since they were already very self-centered, it hadn't seemed to really be that much of a change to anything except their bodies. However, looking inside Matilda's mind, I could see she did believe she was a dominant woman; she enjoyed all the aspects of controlling and inflicting pain upon submissive men, except for one - actually doing it herself. In short, she liked to have it both ways - enjoying the submission of men without doing any of the work herself.
She liked to watch, then go home and frig herself in the shower until she came.
Probing further, I could see she had never lifted a whip or a flogger herself; had never bound anyone; had, in fact, never done anything in the least dominating with any man. Of course, she had gone years without having any type of relationship with anyone. Riding her memories backward, I found that it had been college, in a frat house late one night. There had been a party, and she had drank beer after beer. Her friends had left her there, thinking someone else would take her home... until there was no one else to help her. Drunk and alone, she had been carried down into the basement, where the frat boys had stripped her, and then, while one of them fucked her from behind, another would fuck her mouth. There were 10 frat boys, and over three hours, each of them came once in her mouth and once in her pussy. After sleeping off her drunk, she walked the 10 blocks back to her dorm, her face still sticky with the dried cum of the frat boys. And, as she had showered, she had cursed herself for loss of control, cursed herself for being unable to make them stop.
Cursed also herself for enjoying it so much... and for wanting, somewhere deep inside her, for it to happen again. To be called a slut and bitch. To be used and degraded and fucked over and over again. To cum and cum and cum.
But, in her mind, the pleasure of the sex became equated with disgust and filth and lack of control. So she filed charges against the boys involved, as well as a complaint against the fraternity with the school. When the boys were convicted of sexual assault and the fraternity lost its charter, she felt power of a different sort, a vindictive flame that grew in her mind to replace the tawdry lust that she had enjoyed in the basement of the frat house. Soon, she had dedicated her life to actively damaging the finances and businesses of as many men as she could: she became an IRS auditor. Her bosses had long since stopped giving her cases involving women, because she never found fault or ordered prosecution; give her a case with a man, and she would dig and hound and harry until the man either settled or went to court - and most times, they settled.
Moreover, she lived a nearly sexless existence, thriving on watching a few dominate and many others submit, and imagining herself in the dominant role later as she masturbated in her tub, the shower spray massaging her clit while she rubbed herself to climax. She never had to worry about being disappointed by a submissive, or even having to lift a hand to try to control one, because she never tried. Her lusts could remain buried deep under thick walls of disdain and apathy for the men she secretly wished would fuck her silly.
As I was digging this information from Matilda's psyche, Tricksie had started his demonstration. He raked Richard's back with the metal claws, starting slowly, moving from light metal caresses to heavier strokes that left angry red marks across the skin, but drew no blood. Richard remained still, reveling in the sensations, but not fully in the moment, knowing that at some point, Tricksie would go too far and start to do more than scratch.
Meanwhile, I had begun to toy with Matilda a bit, making her think that she was hungry again, even though she had half a plate of food on her lap. As she started to get up, I asked her "Are you going to get something to eat?" She looked at me dismissively, but didn't answer. I continued, "You know, if you are, those pigs-in-a-blanket look good. Why don't you bring me some?" Looking at me like I might have asked her to strip naked in the living room, Matilda walked out... then came back a few minutes later with two plates. One contained some cookies and some apple cobbler, apparently for her. The other held three pigs-in-a-blanket, which she attempted to hand to me.
"I don't know what's come over me, getting food for the likes of a worm like you. I must be in a verrry good mood."
I didn't accept the plate, and she stood uncomfortably, fidgeting. It was obvious that she wanted to sit down, but for some reason seemed unable to do so until I took the plate from her hand. After waiting more than a minute, she finally asked quite peevishly "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, there is something wrong, bitch." Hearing the word bitch, Matilda's face twisted in a nasty grimace. However, to her surprise, her pussy suddenly felt moist, and her flush of anger was suddenly aided by a flush of arousal. "The baked beans are setting on the table right beside these weenies, and yet you couldn't be bothered to bring me any. What are you, brainless?" The look on her face turned from anger to confusion, as her cunt again tickled with the trigger of my put-down.
Despite the pleasure, her voice still held more than a little contempt. "And what do you expect me to do about it, worm?"
"I expect you to go back to the dining room, put some baked beans on this plate, and then bring it back to me. And be quick about it."
It was apparent from her thoughts that she'd much rather dump the plate in my lap and sit back down, but she didn't move a muscle. A trickle of sweat running down her face was the only external sign of the battle going on inside her head. Her normal train of thought: 'Stupid fucker, what does he think I am, the maid?' But there was a second train of though insistently through her brain, one that was backed up by the locked muscles in her arms and legs: 'I should have remembered to get those beans while I was there the first time; it won't take me a minute to go back and get them, so I can get rid of this plate.' Given the fact that she couldn't do anything else, she slowly turned around and started back to the dining room.
"Stop!" I said in a loud voice. Matilda froze in place, and then turned to face me. "Did you ask for permission to leave the room, 'Tilda?"
The expression of rage in her face could have ignited an explosion, but again, that second voice inside her head spoke persuasively: "There's no harm in being polite, and its nice that he thinks enough of me to shorten my name." She stood motionless for another minute, and then asked through gritted teeth, "Can I please leave the room, Daniel?" Almost as soon as she had uttered the words, her pussy spasmed in pleasure, and she gasped in shocked surprise.
"Leave already," I said dismissively, smirking at her. She hurried away, distracted a bit by the pussy juice threatening to spill out around the elastic grasp of her panties.
When she came back the next time, both hands were firmly clasped around my plate; in addition to the beans, she had placed two rolls and a piece of fried chicken. She hurried to stand in front of me, holding the plate like an offering. I pretended to look it over, while probing her mind. The new voice in her head continued to work on her, not letting her move unless she did things the way it said, adding just a bit of pleasure to the act when she complied. She couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time ignoring what I was telling her to do, but she rationalized it by telling herself she was bored and it was a way to pass the time.
I looked up at her and raised my eyebrow slightly, then sat back on the sofa and said nothing. I swear I saw her upper lip quiver when she said "Is something wrong, Daniel?"
"Do you see something missing from this plate, girl? Something important? Look closely!"
She scanned the plate, looking for something obvious, while I kept her mind slightly befuddled so that she couldn't think clearly. Finally, near tears, she shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
"Is there a fork on this plate? How am I supposed to eat these beans, with my hands?"
One little tear spilled over onto her cheek, as the new little voice inside her head criticized her for being such a thoughtless, careless girl. But then, the voice said that, if she hurried, maybe I might forgive her. She thought for a moment, then tilted her head forward slightly and asked, "Daniel, may I please leave the room?"
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Hanna Ray joins Light Fairy today in Private Specials, Two Girlfriends are Better Than One and what better way to celebrate her 19th birthday and first scene on www.private.com than with an anal threesome! This is one party that doesn’t take long to get started as both girls get on their knees ready to share a nice sloppy blowjob as they warm up their man Mark Crow for the main event… An intense anal pounding for this dream teen duo that has them both moaning and screaming with pleasure until...
xmoviesforyouTrim, young temptress April Olsen wears a cute mask as she makes out with fabulous sex star Gia Derza. Shirtless on the bed, they playfully grope, kiss and hungrily snack on one another’s snatch. April talks dirty as she initiates the action, finger fucking Gia’s gaping asshole and rimming her. April calls Gia a slut and pummels her asshole with a dildo, then feeds her the nasty toy ass-to-mouth. A deranged lesbian romp features serious hole-stretching, anal strap-on pounding, and...
xmoviesforyouAnother eventful couple of days in Debbie's life Colin made it back to the hotel in time for breakfast. He looked crap, it had to be said, or perhaps dead would have been more accurate. Actually, watching him queasily square up to a plate of scrambled eggs – a very brain-like comestible, it occurred to me – I found my thoughts drawn to images of zombies from the horror films Phil had so loved. Admittedly, in his present state Colin would hardly have represented the more threatening variety...
You agreed. You finally agreed to let me cook you dinner. I’ve been wanting to ask you over for dinner for three years, but didn’t have enough courage. Three years. Three years is how long I’ve spent secretly admiring you. The reason I’ve not been able to share my desire for you? Our positions. The fact that you were my boss and the obvious thirty-year age gap. There have been so many times that I have wanted to tell you how incredible you really are. How kind, intelligent, caring, and...
Straight SexMy cocksucker wife.“Come in here, I want to Fuck your face”!A simple command shouted from the bedroom. She responds by simply turning off the TV or putting down her tablet. She also takes a minute or two usually before entering the room, maybe she’s mentally preparing herself or maybe she’s thinking about what an asshole I am for just demanding a blowjob, regardless she always enters the room without a word and prepares. Grabbing a pillow and tossing it to the middle of the bed, she slumps down...
Chapter One: Lola's Hot Birthday Surprise By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 July 22nd, 2037 – Lola Albertson “Today's guests are the six futa-sisters who organized the campaign that got their mother, Becky Woodward, elected president of the United States last year,” Adelia Tash said as she sat in the central chair of her streaming studio. My sisters and I, plus my wife, were seated in two couches flanking her. I was to the left, Jen at the end, with Rebecca next to me and Christina beyond...
Hi all! This is Av back after a long long time. Some of you who are new to my stories can follow the following links to my previous stories to know more about me. All incidents posted by me are real life experiences. O have tried my best to make a narrative as close to reality as possible. So, while it might seem a bit long, I hope that it makes you horny and gives you a good reason to shag a huge load or have some of the hottest sex with your spouse. Do mail me on I am bi curious. So,...
Gay MaleAs I pulled into the driveway I could barely get the truck in park before I opened the door. After the conversation that I had on the phone with my girlfriend a little earlier, I knew I was in for a treat for dinner. When she offered to make me whatever I wanted for dinner tonight I decided to spice things up a bit with a request that I had been wanting to make for quite some time. This seemed to be the right time, as I could tell that she was in a particularly amorous mood and would be more...
BDSM“Well, they were quicker off the mark than I’d like,” Morgana began our morning meeting on the second day of the mission. “Sacrificial pawns, Mage Morgana,” Marja replied. “Indeed,” added Nell. “They were basically the dregs of their units with a sub-standard Mage to guide them. The inclusion of a woman also suggests that their manpower is reaching some limits.” “I agree with Nell,” replied Jerhz. “Azuran women tend to be kept in seclusion so as not to be exposed to danger. It stems from...
It was around ten at night and I was walking to my car after finishing an afternoon shift. I was set upon by a number of guys who jabbed me with a syringe after I was dragged into their van. I thought I was dreaming as I regained consciousness and became aware of my predicament. I was in a strange room with a naked guy wearing nothing but a black leather hood and up to his balls in my arse.A sudden rush of adrenalin surged through me. I tried to extricate myself but was prevented by the...
So, I have this Submissive friend who is actually an ex of my ex gf, we have only been talking this past year, but as of late, she started talking about this Dom that she took on and how he gave her a contract to agree to. I being watchful over this new Sub asked to see this contract to make sure she wasn't getting herself in a contract she had no way of meeting. After looking over this contract which I wasn't happy with it because I felt I myself would have difficulty meeting all demands and...
History class was always kind of exciting. My history teacher was a tall, middle aged black man, and had not quite let himself go for teachers in high school. I guess I looked kind of young for my age, even for the 12th grade. I was rather skinny, but a taller 6’2′ young man, dirty blonde and not much body hair. History was one of my favorite subjects. He drove by my house on his way to school, a rather large Bonneville, but never acknowledged me, as I waited for the school bus. I would...
Finally everyone seemed ready to go. Zakat and Matatu took their place in the lead and things were about to move. Katia walked back to us after fetching her pack and I was astonished by its size. "Shaeta, ask her to put that on our travois. I don't want your best friend walking around with a bent back," I said. "It isn't that heavy, it's just bulky, but if you can carry it also I'm sure she will let you," Shaeta said. "Of course I can carry it." "Carl wants you to put your pack...
Merritt Island, Florida 2025 - 2026 "This is it, huh?" Josh frowned. "Our last night." "No," I shook my head and we were sitting on the beach, on the sand feeling the warm Gulf wind on our faces. "I'll be back." "I saw a guy on the television a couple months ago," Josh cleared his throat. "Trying to explain how it's gonna work." "What? The spaceship, you mean?" I leaned into him, letting him hold me as the sun settled into the water. We'd driven all the way across...
She was so hot! She felt like she was on fire, and every time he touched her she burned a little brighter, a little hotter. She felt that she was melting, she felt like she would burn out, burn up and cease to exist. But still he continued to stroke and caress, and kiss and taste her. "Enough!" she finally gasped. "Please ... enough ... please," James could see the yellow speckles in her eyes, and they glowed and dimmed. She was trying desperately to keep her identity, to not lose...
I have been married for over 15 years to a very lovely woman. Over the past 10 years she has been breaking me in as a cuckold. She loves to go out with her male lovers and come home to me. I get overwhelmed when her bald pussy is full of her lovers cum and she makes me suck her clean. I just love when I am at work and she calls me and has one or two of her male friends over and she lets me hear her having sex with them over a speaker phone. Sometimes she lets me masturbate while I’m listening,...
Hi, this is Radhakrishna a horny sexy guy. In this story I am going to explain you a hot sexual encounter with a collage girl, who lives in the ground floor of our building. In the ground floor a family lives consist of mother, father and daughter. Mother and father were employees. This particular girl named Prasanthi was studying Mba then. Her father was a marketing man and he would be always traveling here and there. Only her mother and she lived in the house most of the time. I used to call...
Nicola started last month. She was thrown into the deep end by landing her first day on the same day as the staff conference. Being the gentleman I am I decided to stay with her to prevent her feeling overwhelmed. Over the course of the day it became apparent something could happen. Even amongst her first day nerves she managed to give off all the signals that she fancied me. She was 21, blonde, good body but just on the cusp of being chunky. Her eyes were enchanting. We talked daily after that...
Hello, readers welcome back to back to this beautiful journey. Thank you all for your feedback for the previous parts.It is good to see that person enjoying the story. Let’s enjoy the journey. I had convinced both of them but the perspectives of both of them were little different. Ayesha wanted to go for it as a try whereas my hubby wanted to satisfy his innermost incest desire that he had for Ayesha. I asked when would you like to go for it and it was decided that next Sunday it should be fine...
LesbianYou left goodbyes to your village leaving it behind you as you crossed the canyon via bridge to the wasteland. You had passed temple of trials and were wearing the blue jumpsuit of the vault dweller. Villagers did everything they could to help out your journey. They had taught you to use your spear and hand to hand combat well. Village Elder gave you some gold coins and Hakunin gave you healing powder and taught you how to make it and how to be contact with spirits. You had a sharp spear as a...
I was just sharing some memories with a new friend. I was telling him how I had fucked my girlfriend ( my wife now ) in her family's den one day while her grandmother was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I was on my way out of town for my job and I made a quick detour to see my sexy girlfriend. She was still in high school so I knew I had to get there early before she left. Her grandmother lived with them and she let me in. Then she called my girlfriends name . Leila she said you have a visitor....
Her father was accountant.Many years ago, he was my accountant.But he is still my friend.And, he has still been visiting me every week.He is almost 70 years old.And, her daughter is 37 years old.But, she is not married.She 's been working at her father's accounting office.I was providing many possibilities to her father when working with me.But, I kept on providing these possibilities after her father left my company too.That lasted many years.But, her father was a man never says thank you.He...
Marie had poured her morning coffee, but not yet begun to drink it, when there was a knock at the door that sounded like thunder in her ears. She was a little hung over, having indulged in more than a bottle of expensive French wine the night before in her mistress’s absence. Moving as quickly as she could, lest the knock come again, she went to the door. Opening it she found Samantha Bowman, looking annoyingly chipper and put-together for this hour of the morning.She motioned soundlessly for...
Bobbi identifies as a lesbian – not the kind who is mostly into girls but can be tricked every now and then - but 100% pure lesbian. She just doesn’t find men attractive in the least – not even her best friend, David. David, on the other hand, finds Bobbi to be just about the hottest woman he has ever met, which by most people’s standards she certainly is. He came in to this marriage knowing the score, as did she, and they both feel free to go get some sex on the side whenever the urge...
It was saturday night and my wife had, not unusually, arranged to meet a good friend in town.I was happy to stay at home and just lounge around. But to save on a cab fare I arranged to pick her up later that evening. She aid she’d text me when she was ready. I was more than happy to do so. Things hadn’t been heat recently and i thought maybe this was a way to redeem myself.My wife looked stunning as she left the house. Allow me to describe her. My wife was wearing high heeled ankle boots, which...
"This is the best way to handle a situation like this... like this... like this." Shayla stroked my cock as she repeated like this, and after several tugs she handed it to Robin and said, "Now you try it." The "situation" Shayla was referring to was my rock-hard erection, caused by the constant teasing and stimulation from the pretty, shapely, firm asses of Shayla, Robin, Dana and Tiffany. Robin took my cock in her left hand. I was already standing behind her, a little to her left,...
So now I got behind my s****r, lifting her bottom up to expose the creamy target of her cunt, all slick and easily visible from behind. ‘Yeah, Jimmy!’ mom barked looking up at me as I knelt behind my s****r. ‘Fuck her! Slam it up inside her!’ ‘Aw shit!’ my s****r yelped, pulling her tongue away from mom as she felt my rigid thickness entering her body, filling her to the hilt. ‘Keep eating that pussy,’ mom insisted, pressing Amy’s face back against her snatch. And so my s****r resumed...
Corporal Andres Mesa, Monday, August 14, 2006 My car was nicer than Javier's, so we had decided that I would drive to school. I arrived at his house about an hour before school was supposed to start. Javier was in the kitchen eating cornflakes. "You're here a little early," he remarked. "I figured we'd drive past the Scott house and see what their morning routine is." "How's the stakeout going?" "We've definitely established a pattern of movement that's consistent with...
Pandora was sleeping soundly when they found her, with a little smile on her face. Looking at her as she slept, Louie guessed her age to be about sixteen at the oldest, his best guess would be fourteen. Louie had always been a pretty good judge of others' ages. Like with most of the others, there was a paternal instinct that connected them, but this was different: she was not a vampire, and with her the feeling felt even stronger. With Cassandra the connection was like that of a former...
For dinner Carol wore a sheer strapless dress. When she stepped into the light it was as if she were naked. Carol was at her most beautiful. Her hair was soft and shining, her skin glowed from all the sun and sex, her lips were glossy and her mouth pouty. I wore a white summer tux. We had a martini at the bar. The resort was beautifully set up like a Caribbean mansion. We could hear the faint sound of reggae and some bongo drums. There was a full moon and a soft breeze. Carol and I spent some...
Wife LoversI had fucked my girlfriend rough doggy style until I filled her pussy with my seed. She had been insatiable within minutes she had given me head to get me hard again and mounted me reverse cowgirl and bounced up and down on my shaft until I filled her cunt again. After a few minutes I rolled over and drifted off to sleep. I was facing the wall when I woke up. I heard voices I didn't role over because I thought I was dreaming. "Katy likes licking her son's come out of Jill's pussy!" I could hear...
Part 5 Father’s, Studs and Bitches. ~ Rachel ~ Lily didn’t have to tell her that what she had done was wrong. She knew deep down that she made a mistake the second she saw him leaving. She was shocked he was truly alive and had showed up just in time to save her again. Whenever she needed him he was always there. Like the seven years had never happened. She asked Matt to stay and make sure the kids were safe. She knew what she had to do now. She had to make this right somehow. She...
Hi Guys&Gals this is Harish. I want to tell you my experience. This happened when I was in my 12th std. Me and Anand are best friends from childhood, we fancied gals(beautiful) in and around my school but we didnt even fucked a girl. With us there studied a girl named Ramya. B4 cumin to the story, i m 5.9″ height and athletic body and little balck and Anand is 5.8″ and athletic and fair. This ramya looks like an angel, I used to masturbate daily thinking of her, and size is 36-32-32 and 4.5″...
This story is true but everything else has been altered slightly to protect every one involved. Greg had answered my profile that i left on an adult site i was new to this site so i wasn't real sure if i was wasting my money on it or not. As i got to know Greg through asking a lot of questions i learned that he was married now usually i would have backed away but Greg said his wife knew of his being on this site and approved as she could not satisfy his needs. Greg was a couple years older than...
Crystal bounded into the living room of the suite I'd found reserved for us at the Four Seasons when I arrived the evening before; she launched herself into my arms. I caught her without falling over, and we hugged and kissed each other over and over. Behind her, a hotel bellhop slowly removed her luggage and one of her guitars from a cart, piling up things in one corner of the spacious living room. As I hugged her, I told Crystal, "I have missed you so. Somehow, we've got to see each...
I have had some kind words about my story a christian wife from a man who lost his fiancé not to an Arab Muslim but to a black Muslim. He is still both sexually excited by what happened but also suffers the loss of her. He wanks himself to defeat still. He has asked me to tell the story of a white man who lost his fiancé to another man. We will name the white man in our story Don and we will name his fiancé, Jessie. Don and Jessie became engaged on Jessie's 21st birthday and he worshipped his...
InterracialRyan Bradshaw wasn't entirely sure what to do with Sakura's assignment. It felt like a bomb that she had lobbed across his desk and into his lap, all with that innocent smile on her face. It was a provocation, he was sure. For a routine end-of-year creative writing assignment, Sakura had submitted a translation of the first chapter of a novel she was writing, one she had loudly talked about with her friends in class. They all were sure it was brilliant, without seeing a word of it. It was...
A Change Of Career By Jennifer Richardson I so much enjoyed our chat the other day and seeing your sexy photos!! So much so that I was moved into writing a little scenario that I hope you might enjoy. If we're on line at the same time again I'd love to explore the possibilities, as you probably guessed I am rather submissive! It is rather long so perhaps you'd be better sending it as a text file and reading it later. Jennifer xxx. If you're sitting comfortably, then I'll...
I had been up all night, scouring the internet. Yet I found nothing new, nothing of interest. All the social networking, news, comics, porn, and other minutia bored me. I kept refreshing google, over and over in one of my browser's tabs. That's when, quite by accident, I spied an interesting ad in the bottom right corner of a web page I sometimes pretended to read. 'LEARN MIND CONTROL FREE' it said, in big, bold, black, letters. I clicked on it, and was surprised to see simple black text...
Mind ControlOh geez, who littered all these glowy rocks all over the floor? It's gonna take forever to clean this mess up. Well, I'm certainly not going to clean it up. Guess I'll just leave this as someone else's problem. Besides, it's just glowy rocks. What's the worst that can happen? (This is a public story, anyone can write anything relating to the plot concept. Write whoever you want, whatever genre you want, and do whatever you want.) So who's the unfortunate (or extremely lucky) sap that gets...
Mind ControlTHE OBEDIENT WIFE "Count" he ordered. "One" she responded, as the first blow landed on the upturned bottom of her right foot. She was kneeling on the sofa, facing the back of it, with her stockinged feet just at the edge. He had struck her with his folded over belt across her arch, the most tender part. The blow was not full strength but hard enough to sting strongly. "Two" she called out as the next blow landed on her left foot. When she reached ten, he stopped and directed "Now...
Watching Jenna II By MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I continue to work on my grammar. There are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments. The plot of this story is compound yet it is tied loosely to "Watching Jenna". "Watching Jenna III & IV" are underway. Scene Six I had left our rock group with no anxiety or regrets. We could fill a bar but the noise we made wasn't enough to make a life and living...
In August fifteen years ago, Maya (my wife), 38 and I took a three day weekend to Baja in our camper and at night parked at different secluded areas. Our three day holiday was extremely relaxing with plenty of sunny hot weather. After the first day Maya was very relaxed, spending days sunning herself on secluded beach in very skimpy bikinis. Maya has a medium length brown hair which falls nicely her back and a decent figure, with larger hips and full 34D breasts which still have milk in them,...
Jennifer continues her tale about taken to jail at the border of Slobodia together with tasty Tanya.Jennifer assumed their invitation to interview President Peter Petrovic will ease the border crossing.Jenny and Tanya are held captive for a night, promote back into VIPs and get very astonished there.Jenny and Tanya are in the Presidential Place finally. Only last moment they find out who is whom!Jennifer gets very wet at my lap telling me the first part of her story with Tanya in sexy...
A few years ago I lived in a small town in Ontario, Canada. In this town there lived a lady that I knew through someone else who was Very involved in her local church. After her husband died she needed someone to cut her grass, shovel her snow, do odd jobs around the house, etc.I was sitting at home one summer afternoon when the phone rang. It was her, could I come over and fix a section of her eavestrough that had pulled away form the house during a windstorm? I said I could, threw my tool...
Hog Mountain in Tallapoosa County had the ravages of the mining spread out over a fairly wide area, but journals and filed claims that were in the Auburn Historical Collection pinpointed exactly where the first find was made. Back then... 1820's and '30's ... folks didn't go looking for gold ... it was found by accident. Bumping up against a bluff and having a slab of rock slide off the side and uncovering a vein of gold bearing quartz, stumbling into a creek and coming out with a nugget...
I had passed the layby numerous times on my way to work, always with an eye to using it on one of my 'walks on the wild side'. Well tonight was the big night, dressed in my purple PVC slutty mini dress, black and purple lacy basque with integral suspenders holding up black fishnet stockings. Panty wise I had on a purple G string that barely contained my throbbing cock. I say barely, it was quite embarrassing that my cock was small enough to fit, even when hard! A thought that sent a...
Last summer we went to Spain for our private times. My g/f (Filiz) is 45 but she looks like more younger. She is a petite 1.50m tall and 60 kg with 36D boobs and she has very large dark nipples. That day she weared her sexy bikini and her hard nipples can be seen by light blue top as always. Before I went to shopping I was in the bedroom at the villa that I rent and look at her by the window. I saw two guys look at her out of the garden. I understand that they were pool cleaners. I did not wait...