Conclave Of ConspiracyChapter 21
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Emperor Z'haas was not a patient man by any stretch of the imagination in less eventful times, and even less so once he received word that the Conclave had started. He had given Gronnus a quarter moon, yet he found himself anxious for word of progress after only the second day.
He summoned the Overlord over Farview late that morning. There was a long pause before it was answered, Z'haas having to restrain himself from passing his hand over the pearl again and again.
"Your timing is very fortunate, Z'haas," Gronnus said as soon as his image shimmered into view before the sovereign. There was a trace of irritation in his voice. Only moments ago, he had finished returning Amanda to Roquan and shooing Freya from his quarters. The latter had been the more difficult action.
"The timing is whatever I make of it," the Emperor said haughtily. "I wish to know your progress."
"Normally, I would complain that it has not been enough time, but this is such a sure thing that I have no qualms telling you about it."
The Emperor's eyes narrowed at the Overlord's insufferable smirk. That was yet another thing to add to the long list of changes he intended to implement once the crisis was over and the power of the Overlords broken. They would soon learn to show more respect for the Imperium. "Then you will be successful in deposing Roquan?"
Gronnus' smirk faded slightly. "In only a day's time, Z'haas, I have already done several deals with various Overlords to lock Roquan out of any vote in his favor. In fact, I secured a very key vote, which is that of Overlord Trennan D'vard. Where he goes, several other Overlords follow."
Z'haas took a deep breath to keep himself calm. He folded his arms, his eyes hard. "That did not answer my question, Overlord."
"I did not answer it because it is not relevant to the Conclave proceedings."
"But it is what I want. I wish Roquan removed. Have you started this?"
Gronnus sighed. "No, I have not."
"Why?"
"Really, Z'haas, is this necessary? I tell you that the vote is sure to go against Roquan. He will have no allies after this. He will likely be shunned by the rest of them after this debacle!"
"As I have told you before, Gronnus, this is no longer enough to satisfy me! Yes, I wish the vote to go against him. But I wish that vote to be followed by a formal Tribunal. I want Roquan removed as a threat."
Gronnus remained silent for a long moment.
"Well, Overlord?"
"Deposing Roquan... may prove more difficult than anticipated."
Z'haas frowned deeply. "And why is this?"
"I am no longer at liberty to disclose the information about the slave Amanda."
"You are what?!" Z'haas exclaimed. "I have told you before, this is not the time to worry about keeping your pathetic little secrets!"
"That has nothing to do with it!" Gronnus declared. "Z'haas, please reconsider this, it..."
"I demand to know why you cannot proceed with this plan."
Gronnus appeared nervous for a moment. "I chose to disclose the information to a fellow Overlord," he finally said in a lower voice. "And she decided she wished to use it to her own ends."
"She? You shared this information with Freya D'yros?"
"Yes."
"Have you taken leave of your senses?!" Z'haas roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I am not an Overlord, and even I know of her wiles! She is not the person to trust with information such as this!"
"Gods damn it, Z'haas, I needed help! I needed an ally! And if you do know as much as you claim about her, you will know that she is someone you would rather have for you than against you! If that does not suit you, then cease making impossible demands of me!"
Z'haas took another deep breath. His eyes blazed anger, his face a scowl, making him look even more hawk-like than normal. "What is she doing with this information?" he finally asked in a terse voice.
Gronnus paused a moment. "I believe she wishes to use it to pursue her own deal with Roquan."
He was not about to mention that it was a deal for Amanda herself. For all he knew, the Emperor had other plans for her, and it was best that Z'haas did not know that these were thwarted as well. Gronnus had enough to deal with as it was.
"And how do you know that she is not intending to betray you and side with him?"
Gronnus laughed. "Then you truly do not know Freya as much as you think. No, Z'haas, she will not turn to him. I have seen to that."
The Emperor said nothing. He was not convinced. He was rarely convinced of anyone's plans other than his own. The key to success in his mind was to follow his commands and nothing more. He knew the situation. Everyone else did not.
"Since it appears you wish to receive constant reports from me, Z'haas," Gronnus said. The Emperor caught the slight tone of disdain in the Overlord's voice. "Perhaps we should agree on a time of day so I can be sure to be available."
"There will be no need, Overlord," Z'haas said stiffly. "Proceed as you have been."
Without waiting for acknowledgment, the Emperor waved his hand over the pearl and terminated the conversation, the Overlord's form vanishing into nothing.
Z'haas picked up the pearl and gripped it in his hand tightly, as if imagining crushing Gronnus himself in his fingers. He realized now he should never have bothered with the Overlord in the first place. It came down to this: if Roquan were out of the picture entirely -- if he were dead -- there would be no need for a vote.
He placed the pearl back into its case and proceeded to the audience chamber. There he found the Mage waiting patiently for him, his hands folded over the top of his staff.
"Good morning, my Emperor," Q'yros said, bowing his head.
The Emperor returned the greeting with nothing more than a curt nod, though inwardly he was grateful for the gesture. At least the Mages knew how pay proper respect to the Imperium. "Tell me something, Q'yros."
"Yes?"
"The Overlord Freya D'yros. She is of the same Clan as you?"
Q'yros' face hardened. "If I am forced to admit such a thing, yes," he said tonelessly. "She is my granddaughter."
"Indeed?"
"I must manage your expectations now, my Emperor. If you believe that this means I have even a modicum of influence over the accursed girl, you are sadly mistaken."
"From what I know of her, it is doubtful anyone has influence over her."
"She did not listen when others told her she would be best suited for Magery. Instead, she chose to replace her father at the D'yros Manor. A female Overlord. Bah! I am embarrassed to claim her as my blood kin."
"Oh? She has magical ability?"
"Yes. Never developed it properly. That's not to say it doesn't manifest. Or do you believe her charms are from her beauty and wit alone?"
Z'haas raised an eyebrow. He would file that bit of information away for later. At the moment, he had more pressing concerns. "Have you completed the work on the wards?"
"Aye, my Emperor," Q'yros said. "They are as strong as they can be."
"And there is no chance of unwanted intrusion?"
"None at all."
What Q'yros did not say was that there had been no chance of it before, either. The power on the wards only went so far before there came a point of diminishing returns. Simply put, no one could possibly bring a Portal Focus anywhere near or inside the Imperial Palace without it triggering one or more of the wards. The person would be struck dead by a guard or marksman before he could activate the Portal.
But try telling this to the likes of the Emperor! Q'yros thought it best to play along with Z'haas' paranoia to satisfy the sovereign and earn himself some platinum to boot. He was very tempted to offer the sovereign some "extra" protections, which really would be overkill, but did not wish to press his luck.
Yes, there was always a small danger. Were someone to disable a ward somehow, one could conceivably gain enough time before the ward deactivation was detected in order to open the Portal. No magic on Narlass could actually stop a Portal itself; it could only detect or disable the focus used to summon it.
"Is the Guild continuing to monitor the D'ronstaq Manor?" Z'haas asked.
"We have detected no new Portals in the vicinity."
"You will inform me if they do."
"Of course."
Z'haas looked away and sighed. "I fear something is being planned, Q'yros. I fear that we are not doing what we need to stop it."
"We are doing our best, my Emperor," Q'yros said smoothly.
Inwardly, he sighed. He realized as well as the Guild did that something was happening in the Far West, but he sincerely doubted their reach into Oceanus. Yes, there was a problem. Yes, they may have transported something to Roquan's island. But he was also growing increasingly convinced that the Emperor was jumping at mere shadows.
Sirinna could tell that something was bothering Amanda. She was very quiet and reserved when they came to the Circle for the midday meal, and now that it was Amanda's turn to eat, she ate slowly and without much enthusiasm.
Finally Sirinna reached out and gently cupped her fingers under Amanda's chin, lifting her lover's eyes to her own.
"Yes, mistress?" Amanda asked automatically.
Sirinna sighed. For once she actually wished she could let Amanda call her by name despite where they were. Suddenly "mistress" sounded so cold. "Are you all right?" she asked softly.
Amanda was not all right. Her pussy still ached. Despite the fact that the next Overlord to whom she had been delivered had been interested only in what she could do with her mouth, she didn't feel any better from Freya's treatment. She knew that she would be granted a trip to the Healer's office if she asked, but she felt that would be a sign of weakness on her part.
This was even more so after remembering what Freya had said. A normal slave would have enjoyed a continuous orgasm like that, regardless of what it made her feel like afterward. It just reinforced the notion that something was wrong with her. She did not want anyone else to find out.
What really disturbed her, however, was the fact that it was as if Freya somehow knew that Amanda was deficient in some way, and was determined to prove it.
"I'm fine, mistress," Amanda said, lowering her eyes.
"No, you're not."
Amanda's gaze snapped back up again.
"Amanda, what's wrong?"
Amanda sighed. "What difference does it make? You're just going to tell me I need to behave like a proper slave."
Sirinna was taken aback by the bitterness in her charge's voice.
"I'm sorry, mistress," Amanda said defeatedly. "You can punish me later for that."
"Are you having trouble with the Presenting?"
Amanda paused a moment. "I thought it was only supposed to run for a day. This is the second day. And I have to go back after this."
Sirinna nodded. "I know. It's... unusual."
Amanda's eyes flashed anger. "Unusual? That's all you can say?"
"Did you have trouble with another Overlord?"
"With the same Overlord," Amanda muttered darkly.
Sirinna looked confused. "The same? But you're not supposed to be given to the same Overlord twice."
"Wait... I'm not?"
"No. Not usually, anyway. But... but if Master Roquan felt..."
Amanda could not stop herself. She rolled her eyes. "So anything is okay as long as Master Roquan says it is, right?"
"Amanda..."
"Yes, I know. Show respect for the Overlord. Sorry, mistress. I'll be good, mistress."
"Amanda!" Sirinna hissed. She glanced around for a moment and slid closer. "I just wanted you to lower your voice, that's all. You're obviously quite upset about something or you wouldn't be acting this way. Now what is it, love?"
Amanda paused. That was the first time she had heard Sirinna use a term of endearment for the past two days. And she had never used it outside of their quarters before. "So you do still care," Amanda said softly.
Sirinna smiled. "I never stopped."
"It's... it's just been hard to tell."
"I know. We haven't had time together..."
"I don't mean just that. I mean you were more concerned about how I was acting as a slave rather than as your... " Amanda lowered her voice to a whisper. "... your lover."
"I was just proud of you, Amanda, for everything you've accomplished."
"I know. But... but it's not good enough. Not for Mistress Freya, anyway."
Sirinna looked surprised. "Was she the one you were taken to again?"
"Yes. Only I don't think Master Roquan meant it that way."
"I don't understand."
"I was given to another one. Master Gronnus, I think his name was. But when we got into his quarters, he gave me to Freya. Is he supposed to do that, mistress?"
Sirinna hated questions like this. They set her love for Amanda in direct conflict to her loyalty to Master Roquan and Overlords in general. She knew what the "right" answer was, but she knew that Amanda was not looking for that now. She had to be Amanda's lover right now and not her Trainer. "No, Amanda," she said in a very low voice. "That was... a... a breach of protocol."
Amanda blinked in surprise. Sirinna had just come out and admitted that an Overlord did something wrong.
She was about to ask why Gronnus did this, but she thought she already knew why. The female Overlord was up to something. She had specifically planned this with Gronnus. It did not seem plausible that she just happened to be there. It explained why Gronnus had met Roquan halfway. He had been the only Overlord that had done that. For all the others, Roquan had to deliver her right to the door.
But to what end? Just to show how "bad" a slave she was?
And then there was yesterday, asking questions as if trying to trick her into revealing she never had the Draught. Were the two connected?
"Should I tell Master Roquan, mistress?" Amanda asked.
Another hard question to answer. Sirinna knew that slaves were told to quietly report to their Overlord any incidents of abuse from a client. Yet did this constitute abuse? Amanda was not obviously injured or bruised.
Sirinna could only push things so far in her own mind. "If he asks, yes."
Amanda just nodded, but inwardly sighed. It was probably asking too much for Sirinna to tell her "yes". However, she had heard enough at least to know that perhaps some of this was not her fault.
"Mistress, I would like to visit Master Vanlo before you take me back to Master Roquan," she said evenly. "My pussy feels a little sore."
Sirinna nodded. "Of course, love." She had noticed that Amanda's labia looked a bit red. "He'll be able to give you something that will make it feel better right away."
"Thank you, mistress."
As Doran had predicted, the other Overlords showed little interest in maintaining a strict attendance record for the Conclave.
When Rennis stood before the others to make his statements of support for Roquan's cause, there were barely half the Overlords present. Most were off at the bazaar outside the Manor gates, the merchants plying their wares to them. Like Roquan and Doran before him, he kept his speech short and to the point. Roquan could at least be content that most of the Overlords that were present appeared at least mildly interested.
It was also possible that they were simply waiting their turn at Amanda.
Amanda stood off to the side, her wrists in restraints and her chain in Roquan's hand as Rennis spoke. She was feeling a little better now, at least physically. The salve that Vanlo had given her had worked very well indeed, leaving only a very small residual ache. The Healer had examined her and found no damage of any kind.
Gronnus stepped away from the gazebo. He had to pause a moment halfway down the path to catch his breath and stop his heart from hammering in his chest. He glanced over towards the west. The afternoon sun had disappeared behind a storm blowing in from the ocean. The breeze had stirred, bringing with it a promise of rain. Until it delivered, the air was still muggy and oppressive. He turned again down the path, Overlord Freya far ahead of him. She disappeared into her quarters just as Gronnus...
Roquan politely but firmly turned away both Rennis and Doran when they came to his quarters early in the morning. He did not offer them any excuse whatsoever despite their puzzled looks. This was his Manor. It was time he began to assert some more control over it. He had no need to justify his actions. He had Amanda summoned to him, as he had the previous two mornings. For the first time in his memory, he actually felt anxious about meeting with one of his slaves. Amanda arrived, escorted...
Vanlo uttered a long sigh. He cast his tired eyes down at his patient. The bolt was out. The wound was closed and starting to knit. He applied more of the salve to it now that she could stand it, now that there was no longer raw muscle and tendon exposed, and it would start to knit a little faster. But the girl's skin was still deathly pale. The bolt had gone deep and nicked the major artery. Before they got her to Vanlo, she had bled profusely. Her breathing had been very shallow. She was...
"I am quite pleased you are here again, Rennis. I had not expected to see you again in person until the Conclave gathered." Overlord Rennis D'glounaas was rather pleased himself as he accepted the proffered goblet of wine from his host. It was good to see Roquan acting so warmly towards him again. Despite the fact that he knew the animosity between them was water under the bridge in the wake of the Emperor's treachery, it was one thing to see it over Farview and quite another to see it...
The merchants arrived at the Manor at dawn to little fanfare. To them, this was business as usual. Yes, there was the anticipation of additional riches from the affluent Overlords that would arrive the next day, and the usual excitement that accompanied the prospect of female companionship, as it did at any Manor they visited. The merchants dutifully set up their tents and their wares alongside the wide road just outside the gates of the Manor. Only once the sun had risen did the Overlord...
Doran was not to be deterred. He did not care what Roquan said to him. He did not care what Roquan was doing at the moment, even if he were in bed with one of his slaves. There was too much to talk about and too much to be done. He would not be turned away. He dutifully gave Roquan until the sun had risen fully above the eastern horizon. That would certainly give him enough time to have his morning meal and do whatever urgent Manor business needed his attention. He knew that there had been...
Overlord Weton D'honna was a dapper young man, the youngest of the Overlords present save for Freya. Supposedly this man already leaned in Roquan's direction, but Roquan was not sure what this was buying them. Where the other Overlords tended to be prejudicial in terms of Clan longevity, Roquan was in a similar way with age. He did not see this man, having been an Overlord for only five years, as very credible for his cause. Yet a vote was a vote, and beggars could not be choosers. Weton...
Roquan arrived in the Healer's office shortly after sunrise. He was greeted with a welcome sight: Amanda was on her own two feet and looking as if nothing had happened to her, save for one slash of faint pinkish-red on the side of one calf. Amanda actually smiled when she saw the Overlord approach. To even his own surprise, Roquan smiled back. Healer Vanlo, however, was not at all shy about his good humor. For the first time in a long while, he could say he had a good night's sleep. He...
Gronnus tried to reach Overlord Weton early in the morning just at dawn, but he overslept. In his worries over the very deal he was trying to save, he tossed and turned for a good part of the night. When he finally did fall into slumber, he was exhausted, and thus it was not until the sun had just risen above the horizon that he roused himself out of bed. By the time he reached Weton's quarters, the Overlord was already up and about, and no sooner had Gronnus left the area when he saw the...
Roquan had had a bad night. This was rare for him. Even in the middle of the crisis precipitated by the Imperial agent Yanna, he had never had serious trouble sleeping. Yet last night had been different. Everything that he had done and said in the course of the Conclave was coming back to haunt him. He had started to wonder if perhaps he indeed had Oceanus' best interests in mind from the start. Already irritated from lack of sleep, he was in no mood to hear what his Healer was telling...
The three Overlords -- Roquan, Rennis, and Doran -- emerged onto a low bluff at the northwest corner of the mansion, overlooking a wide expanse of beach through the trees. Rising up from the center was a wide, circular structure. It was built similar in design to living quarters. Solid wood poles were spaced evenly about the circumference of the structure, buttresses holding up a pointed, sloped roof. The thatch-and-wood walls, however, rose only to waist-height, and one was missing entirely...
Gronnus watched with smug satisfaction as he saw Overlord Berin D'flaar leaving Trennan's quarters. Seeing that helped offset the indignation he had felt against Freya for what she had pulled on him that morning. The gall of that woman! She was trying to take over the whole show. She had no idea what greater interests were being served here. Though he realized that if he had told her, she would more likely than not try turn it around to her advantage and his detriment. He had a short while...
At the same time Roquan contemplated the problem of his troublesome slave, on an island just to the northeast of the one upon which the D'ronstaq Manor sat, a man walked alone on a road through the dense tropical forest. He was known as the Wanderer. Indeed, his given name meant "Wandering Spirit" in his native lands, from a language few could speak fluently anymore in modern times. A terrible loss, he always felt, though he kept this to himself. His purpose was not to examine the past...
"I fear I may need to tender my resignation, your Lordship." Roquan looked up from the accounting parchment he was perusing and stared in confusion at his Healer. "Is this a joke, Vanlo?" Vanlo straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. "I wish it were. However, I feel that events of late have convinced me that I am aging past the point of usefulness to this Manor. If you wish, I can suggest a few colleagues from the Healer Guild that would serve as a...
Amanda patiently waited for her turn to eat breakfast as she lay stretched out on her stomach on her mistress' bed, her head propped up on her elbows. Her backside was still sore and pink from her paddling the day before, though it was tolerable if she did not put too much weight on it. Sirinna had again offered to take her to the Healer, but she had again refused. It wasn't all that bad now, and she felt it better to tough it out, if only to prove to herself that she could do it. Besides,...
"I am quite pleased you made it to the Manor early, Doran. I am feeling increasingly out of my element on the eve of the Conclave." Overlord Doran D'jorus breathed a windy sigh as he shook his head. He nodded his thanks as he accepted the goblet from his host. He took a long pull at it before speaking. "Not that we have all that much more time to prepare, Roquan!" He waved a beefy hand towards the door, which had been left open to admit the cooling evening breeze. "What we have now is...
Rennis dashed up the path to Roquan's quarters, smoothing down his hair as best he could. He cursed himself for oversleeping again. He was loathe to admit that this constant shuttling back and forth between his own Manor and Roquan's was starting to take its toll on him. It was a full day by boat and another half day over land to get from the D'glounaas Manor to the D'ronstaq Manor. He sorely wished Roquan's father had founded the Manor closer to the island's only port. When he burst...
The Wanderer stood at the threshold to his bedchamber, gazing through a small gap between the curtain and the edge of the frame. He peered at the still form of Sirinna as she lay on her bed, her sides rising and falling slowly and steadily. He had already checked on Amanda moments before and found her fast asleep as well. Carefully, the merchant slipped past the curtain, crouching as he made his way as silently as possible towards the exit. He was not concerned with Sirinna waking and seeing...
The Wanderer lived up to his name. Or at least inasmuch as it would seem to someone watching him. In reality, Jollis had his path well thought out. He knew Roquan would be quite busy that day with the opening of the Conclave. However, he wished to insure that he could catch the Overlord at some point before the man retired for the evening. It was very important for him to meet with the man, to establish a rapport with the Overlord. In effect, to build the man's trust. This would be...
"My dear Gronnus, just what was that all about?" Gronnus returned Freya's cool look with a level one of his own as the two of them stood on the path just outside the gazebo. "Why, whatever do you mean, Freya?" "Do not play coy with me," she said, a warning tone edging into her voice. "You practically challenged Roquan to a final debate and vote right then and there." "The other Overlords might have taken me up on it had not that windbag Doran droned on about tradition. What would...
The Wanderer was a man of instincts. His training had taught him how to search for that inner guide that could offer him the quickest path to enlightenment. When done properly, he could summon up the same answer that his analytical mind would have spent twice as long in determining. Those instincts now told him he should be ready for a major change. He could see the growing exhaustion on the Overlord's face as the two of them spoke shortly after the evening meal. As the conversation...
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xmoviesforyouHello ladies and gentlemen, this is Rohit writing here for the first time. I have been a reader of Indian sex stories for quite some months now. So, now I have decided to take up the pen and be an author of a real sex story that happened with me almost a year back. Before I start, let me give you a quick intro. I am Rohit as you have read, and aged 26 years and staying in Bangalore since 2016. Currently, I am working in Bangalore itself and is well-paid off I would say. I am a fun loving and...
Die Hauptpersonen: Simon (18) schlank, braune Haare, Chris (19) sehr sportlich, schwarze Haare Jonas (18) schlank, blond gefärbte Haare Philipp (19) recht klein, dunkle Haare, Lena (18) blonde Schönheit, wunderschöne helle Haut und 85C Oberweite Sandra (18) lange dunkle Haare, schlank 80B Jenny (19) dunkle Haare, schlank 75B Patricia (19) blonde Haare 85D Das Schuljahr näherte sich dem Ende. Dieses Ende sollte natürlich ordentlich gefeiert werden. Nach vielen nervenaufreibenden Diskussionen...
TeenPepper’s Honeymoon – Part 8 – Seiichi and EmikoSunday, September 9, 1985I woke early Sunday morning and managed to slip out of bed without waking the wives. It was barely starting to get light out so I grabbed my swim suit and headed to the beach for some much needed exercise. After stretching and warming up, I began jogging on the beach. As I approached the far end of the beach away from our bungalow, I spied a young couple lying on the sand. It appeared that they had passed out while...
Kal opened his eyes and sighed, part of him had been hoping he would wake up in his own bed, or better yet Ikuno’s, but all that greeted him was the dim green glow of the cavern he fell asleep in. He wasn’t sure what woke him up whether it was the pangs from his empty belly or the morning wood proudly making a tent in his trousers. Since he could only take care of one of those problems at the moment, he got up and walked over to the crack in the floor that his tiny water source ran to....
Fantasy & Sci-FiNadia was a hottie, to use a western term. Her light brown skin radiated sexual energy, and her thoughts weren’t on copulations just completed but on the ones hopefully in the near, if not immediate, future. While she appeared to conform with hajib tradition, there was nothing underneath that would impede coupling with a chosen male as quickly and easily as possible. The recent availability of effective and long-term contraception had happily eliminated the awkwardness of previous ways of...
Introduction: A story by LO about a son helping his injured mother and being well rewarded Helping my Mom by LO Remembering back, its hard to believe it really happened, and, of course, I still get a boner recalling those splendid days. When I was fifteen, my mom slipped and sprained her right wrist rather badly, and, being right-handed, this made her life somewhat difficult, especially since my dad had just left for a one year tour in Korea. He was a sergeant in the army. The doctor put...
It had been unseasonably warm and sunny that morning as we pulled to the side of the road, next to a faded red dash painted on a tree. The three girls quickly got out of the car, eager for the opportunity to stretch arms and legs, and breathe in the fresh mountain air. Gravel crunched beneath their feet as they walked around.“I can’t get a signal,” Mei complained, waving her phone around.“Me either,” Shruti confirmed.“Pop the trunk, Justin?” Kaylee called from behind the car. I did. Then I shut...
OutdoorAngela was searching her brother's desk for her calculator when she ran across an odd-looking jar of brown stuff. She picked it up and read 'Pheromonic Testosteric...' followed by a foreign word not readable or pronounceable. She removed the lid, sniffed: "Mmmh nice," she thought, noticing only a little was gone, then put it back wondering what her geek brother used it for. She found the missing calculator and went back to her room angry and vowing to yell at him for borrowing without asking....
I contacted Suffolk hospital and they were pleased to offer me a place and everything was arranged even somewhere for me to live. I was told the accommodation was only a bedsit, but it turned out to be a converted attic that had bed lounge with a small cooker in the corner and shower room, l ate my main meals with my landlords Mr and Mrs Carter who were a nice couple and straight away we were on first name turns, l knew l was going to enjoy my new life. Eric was 67yrs old, his only...
The four owners - The four owners - One. Young master. He puts his fingers to the taut material of my panties. It disgusts me, but I am beginning to like it, against all my instincts and morality. My hands are clasped obediently behind my back, so controlled already, it has taken such a short time for him to stop me being naughty. "I'm going to turn you into raging queen; cross-dressing, medical procedures, the works. And you're going to want it, because of personality-processing,...
As we were passionately kissing on the bed I moaned and scratched down his chest lightly with my fingernails. I pulled away from his face and smiled. His big load filled my pussy and more. I felt it dripping out—I knew that if I didn’t clean up before I walked to the shower, there would be a trail going from his room to the bathroom. He grabbed my arm as I tried to get up. “Where are you going sweetheart?” “Well I was originally going to take a shower but I got side tracked by your room door.”...
It’s been 6 weeks after the delivery of the c***d I delivered for a friend and her husband. My best friend Carol and husband Mike couldn’t have a c***d of their own, so Carol approved of Mike and I having a few good rounds of sex and him coming in me to get pregnant. Carol’s didn’t have eggs that could or would except sperm.I remember the night I got pregnant; Mike and Carol were fooling around on my back patio by the pool. I came outside to see Mike’s face buried in between Carol’s thighs. ...
"Jewelry, my dear, jewelry!"Hold my fingers two incles apart, "This is six inches!""No, the one with the wedding ring, but I like how you are thinking!"Who the hell runs 8 miles in 30 seconds?The group at the table started cracking up at every line. They were so loud some of the other patrons were complaining to the management. The servers tried to quiet them down, but in moments another line would be tossed out and their laughter would go wild again."No, we ride the camels to town to meet...
HumorI looked down at Sharon and Jess again, and Sharon was looking up at me with an evil grin. Jess leaned over to me, put her arms around my neck, gave me a deep, wet kiss, and said, “Enjoy this, Baby!” Did she know?I felt Bills hand pressing gently on the small of my back, and he said, “Relax, just as we talked about, ok?” I know Bill and I had discussed this before tonight’s activities, but I wasn’t really sure that I was ready. Bill had brought out a tub of lube, and, with his fingers, first...
100% fiction! After our cuddle, we had finished washing up. We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off, not saying much, but allowing our faces and our eyes to communicate for us. Once we were dry, we hung out towels on the rack. My mom reached into the drawer under the sink and took out her hair dryer. She began to blowdry her hair while I sat down on the toilet seat cover and watched. "Were you first time?" I asked. "A little, I suppose," she answered. "But it was a good kind of...
IncestWhen hot and slightly snooty Summer Day starts her very own first real estate company, her rich daddy seeds her venture with a freshly acquired parcel of rental units in the Potrero district of San Francisco. The entire block has been evicted and is ready to be gentrified by Summer’s new company, but there is one stubborn tenant that will not vacate. Summer is determined to close this deal and make her daddy proud. She is fed up waiting and drives over there where she confronts Xander...
xmoviesforyouAlthough I couldn’t stop from thinking about my daughter having sex, the rest of the day was rather uneventful. We ate dinner together then decided to watch a movie. She let me pick while she went up to her room to change. I settled on something that we both would enjoy and waited. She walked into the living room wearing a long t-shirt that came to about mid-thigh. I could tell that she hadn’t bothered with a bra and when she bent to pick up the remote a got the tiniest of hint at her panties....
Disappointed blonde step daughter Ava did not get the reviews she was hoping for at her audition and concerned step dad Brad does his best to console her. Ava’s day got better when he admitted he would totally hook up with her and when she whipped his fat cock out she now knew exactly why her mom was with him. Ava sucked his meat as far down her throat as she could and spread her tight pussy wide for every inch of his cock to fuck her hot wet hole for a facial and tit cum explosion as...
xmoviesforyouI got to the coffee shop just as Brandi walked to the mic. I didn’t care for most of her poems. She liked free verse and most made no sense to me, but tonight it looked like she had written a sonnet about a love between a horse and a bull. The girls and I had known Brandi for a couple of semesters now. She is a sweet girl with a memory like an elephant but tended to be a bit of a downer at times. We tried to support her the best we could, but she had more down points than up, so we didn’t go...
College SexThirty seconds later the three on the ground were looking on in disbelief as Armstrong's car began to approach the house at a rapid rate. 'Can they see what's happening from the way they're approaching the house?" 'Not until they come around the back Winston, which they're going to do instead of walking through the house.' I grabbed Anne and Meredith's hand and raced for the corner of the house they would be approaching from. Then I waited gun in hand for the slamming of the doors...
I guess if you are reading this personal discourse about my family life with my first cousin Petunia and our five pig-nosed little ones, you must have liked my account of my sinful ways with my close blood relative on the down low. My own legal spouse, the hypocritical little bitch is probably down at the church on her knees taking care of the parson’s deprived parts rather than praying good and proper like a respectable female. I suspect with some deep reservations that the last of my...
It is four twenty, which means everyone should be chill about smoking a little ganja. But when Karla Kush and Diana Grace are all out of pot, they try to buy some from an undercover cop! This guy is a real square, so he is serious about his drug enforcement. The only way out, is for these two sexy stepsisters to get down and dirty with the law. They ride the cops hog, taking turn drenching it in pussy juice. Then, they share his prick with their mouths, licking and slobbering like their freedom...
xmoviesforyouI am in the middle of the living room waiting for my Master. I am nude and you can see the bumps ripple over my peach skin as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My nipples are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen lips. I am staring down at the sea of blue carpet and I want to cry. Master said I was a bad girl and needed to learn that I can only...