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Being An Erotic Tale of Majik In An Untolde and Unknown Number of Parts Composed By A Coward Preferring To Hide Behind the Pseudonym "Ocelot Phayze"

Chapter One: In Which The Story Begins

I've come to the realization that one of the necessities of extended trips over land or otherwise is the capacity to ignore your bladder. Someone, somewhere, sometime in my past must have warned me about coaches, but I either don't remember exactly what they said or, more likely, I never bothered to listen in the first place. They bounce. Rather, they don't bounce so much as they lurch; they don't bounce so much as they twist, jerking and slamming into every hole in the road they can find; the driver searches in his gleeful sadism for the largest, deepest holes and then guides the horses into them without so much as a single thought of the welfare of the party within and our poor, bursting bladders.

Then again, I really couldn't say anything for certain about my traveling companions. For all I knew, they had grown accustomed to riding in the accursed things from birth. They certainly seemed to assume that riding around in the beastly things was the preferred mode of travel. I'll be the first one to admit that horses are disgusting behemoths of bad-temper and cruelty, but to say that a coach is comfortable is preposterous. It would be like saying that losing an arm beneath the saw of a Ysil warrior is better than losing an arm beneath the hammer of a Dwarf -- it may be true that it's better, but that doesn't mean that it's necessarily good.

Judging by the expression on his face, Baron Torilis was perfectly comfortable. On the other hand, the expression on his face, to my experience, had never changed. His face was chiseled from stone. In fact, the artist must have slipped once or twice; the Baron's face a mismatched collection of pockmarks and degradations that paid full homage to the beautifying wonders of inbreeding. From the looks of things, the Baron had at least made some futile effort to cover his visage, a dark brown beard covering the majority of his lower face -- or perhaps he'd just decided that shaving wasn't worth all the effort. He was on the dumpy side, with far too many beers and good meals in his gullet during what he fondly would refer to as 'the better days, ' and he seemed to move as little as he could.

His wife, the Baroness Torilis, had supposedly been a commoner before he'd taken her as his wife, and I, for one, believed the rumors. I've run into Kings and Queens, Dukes and Duchesses, Earls, Regents, Princes, almost the entire cadre of nobility, and I've found that the majority of them are about as appealing to the eye as a Dwarven whorehouse. Not that I've ever been to one. Whatever the case, the Baroness possessed a physical beauty about her which was rather surprising in human nobility, something that made me suspect she had a bit of Elf or T'ildrian in her. Her skin was as fair as spider's silk in the same way that her husband's was as fair as a Goblin's. The Baroness' cheeks were slightly thin and gaunt, her nose a bit hooked and eagle-like. Her eyes, usually framed with wisps of her raven hair, were on the thinner side, free of bags or marring, with a very lovely shade of blue sparking within them. All in all, the Baroness seemed almost unreal, a figment of reality, or one of the magical folk. I swear she had T'ildrian in her.

Both the Baron and his wife rode on the opposite side of the coach from me since, I imagine, it's in their best interests to stay as far away from commoners as they can, even when one is of high enough esteem to ride along in their coach with them. Ironically, the Baron had no problems whatsoever with his daughter sitting next to me. Perhaps I was being a bit oversensitive, perhaps the Baron simply wanted to be seated next to his wife. Perhaps I was being a bit jealous or envious.

Not that his daughter wasn't an attractive girl. She was clearly illegitimate to everyone who laid eyes on her, and it surprised me that the Baron hadn't done something about the girl already. Most human nobles are a bit overprotective about their varying titles and refuse to let them have any chance of passing on to offspring not made of their own loins. Perhaps this was acceptable because the child was a woman, I'm not sure. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, however, unmarried and virginal, and quite demure. The poor thing was uncomfortable next to me the entire trip, keeping her crimson tresses turned towards the Baron, her eyes on the ground between her richly decorated feet.

Or perhaps she too was trying to control her bladder.

See, the problem is that you can't just stop a coach to hop out and find a tree and take care of things. Not with a Baron, a Baroness, and the daughter. (I resisted the urge to call her a Baronet. I'd made that little mistake once to the wrong man. There's an embarrassment. If you don't know what a Baronet is, find out before using it in conversation. Trust me on this.) Not with two or three knights outside the door and a mercenary or two for added protection. Oh, no, you don't lean your head out the window and call out, 'Hey! Pull it over! Had a little too much wine and it's done with me now!' Not a chance in any of the Hells. If you don't understand why, go find yourself a mercenary. Ask him how he feels about wasting time every half-hour so that the little merry-maker in the coach who isn't even paying your bill wants to hop out and take a slosh in the grass.

I noticed, perhaps a bit belatedly, that the Baroness was waving a slim, pale hand before my dazed eyes.

"Silvertongue?" She intoned in a smooth voice, one that sparkled and shone, and one that you should know never to trust implicitly. Realizing that I'd finally caught sight of her motions, she smiled a tight-lipped smirk, "You seem to be thinking rather hard, Silvertongue. Composing a new ballad, perhaps?"

A little explanation is in order, I think.

My name is Lucan. Lucan Matson. My father's name was Matt, and-- never mind. It's pretty self-explanatory. So why is this vision of perfection calling me Silvertongue?

It's very difficult to survive in the world when you're fairly incompetent at the majority of trades available to the working class. I'm far too old to start up an apprenticeship with anyone for any reason, but I'm old enough -- or at least wise enough -- to know that it's pure idiocy to attempt anything like reckless 'adventuring, ' as they call it. Suicide is what it is, of course, since eventually you jump a little too slowly, duck a little too late, or just happen to miss that one parry. Having a total lack of competency in anything but the least noble of weapons helps discourage thoughts of adventure, of course.

I'm built with a rather slight frame. It's not my fault, it really isn't. My grandfather was a sinewy man, having made his trade as one of the more successful merchants on the Coast of Chirsin. In his case, being of a less than bulky build was a boon rather than a bane. After all, who really trusts a fat merchant? It's common knowledge that any fat merchant has gained his wealth via unpleasant means, either though misdirection, or pure, un-distilled lies designed to unbalance the recipient. My father was an assassin. He was a rather sinewy man as well, consistently preaching out to me the benefits of a smaller frame and a slimmer, more compact rack of muscles to support you. So, clearly, my size is just a matter of selective evolution. The gods had it out for me since I was born.

An unsatisfied client killed my grandfather. A satisfied one killed my father. Consequently, I'm a coward. It works very well for me so don't insult the profession. I really didn't have too many options left to explore.

Unfortunately, being a coward doesn't generally pay very well.

So, passing through Torilis after a rather exhilarating run from an angry troll in Xento, I happened upon a call for bards. Apparently, the Baron and Baroness were on their way to the High City of Falion and they wanted a little entertainment to show off when they'd gotten there.

Silvertongue was the first bard to show up at their doors and he was the only bard to be hired, almost immediately. I'm not sure if I picked up my ability to lie from my grandfather or if it's a trait inborn instantly into the most robust of cowards, but I rather excel at it.

The problem, of course, is that I really can't play an instrument very well.

"Ah... of course, Baroness." The smile I gave her was quite sincere, I'm certain, though the motivation behind it was weaker than Elvish beer.

"Good!" She smiled more, her lips filling out, the rouge in them returning. "I would certainly be pleased to hear whatever you are working on, good Sir."

I shook my head, forcing the coy grin on my lips not to reveal the queasiness in my gut. "Ah, dear Baroness, it does the beauty of the song an injustice to permit it to be heard in its raw, imperfect stages."

I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep the lies up, however. On the bright side, the clenching of uncertainty and the panic inside me managed to give me much more control over my bladder.

The Baroness turned her pleased smile onto the young girl sitting next to me, "Do you hear, Sylphi? Our own ballad, sung by the great Silvertongue!"

In response, the beautiful shock of red hair next to me bobbed a little, her sparkling jade eyes lifting up just enough to look at her mother.

That was the complete problem. Silvertongue was a real bard-- A rather famous bard-- An incredibly famous bard. I'd taken just a touch more of the food than I was prepared to eat, this time, and was finding it forced down my throat rather unpleasantly. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to play well enough to simulate the beauty and grace of the notes played by Silvertongue.

"Wouldn't you like to hear some of it, Sylphi?" The Baroness asked.

The young Lady nodded once again, her soft red lips never opening. I was beginning to suspect that the Baroness' daughter was mute.

The Baroness turned her eyes back onto me, riveting me to the spot. "Come, now, Silvertongue. Just a snippet? I am certain that you must have at least a portion complete by now."

Panic started to shiver through me. The Baroness knew! "Baroness Torilis, please, you must let an artist have a bit of time to form these things."

The Baron spoke up as well, and I knew I was getting into dangerous territory, "Yes, man. Play us something. The monotony of this trip is beginning to become aggravating." All I needed was an irate Baron.

Fortunately, the twin gods of Luck seemed to be fighting for me.

The coach lurched a bit forward and then stopped dead solid. This had the added effect of jumbling things around inside the coach, the most relevant of which, initially at first, being my bladder, the poor sack shaking much more than I'd have preferred. A secondary, and much more dangerous effect, was that of the Baroness falling up against me.

Another man might be more than pleased to have a beautiful woman careening towards him in close quarters. I, on the other hand, have found that it very often leads to results that I don't particularly want to encourage... especially considering the fact that her husband and daughter were together with me in those close quarters. (Of course, quite a few men would be perfectly content to invite them into the embrace as well.) I've learned that this is bad. Very bad. Husbands, I've realized, are husbands because they expect their wives to be their wives and to perform wifely duties on them and them alone. They get a little upset when they're not.

Baron Torilis, however, was already staring out through the coach windows to try determining the problem, something which was to my advantage. The Baroness detached herself from me, moving quickly to the window on the opposite side of the coach as her husband.

And I? I just slumped back against the coach. If there was a problem, I really didn't want to see it. I was just along for the money and the chance to get to a new location. I did, however, tense myself to run if there was any possibility of it. See what I mean? Coward. And alive. They tend to go together.

"Bandits!" The Baron hissed.

The Baroness shifted her lithe form next to her husband, trying to peer through the window as well. She said, quite evenly, "Our men will handle them."

I heard a soft whimper pass through the small cabin of the coach and was rather certain the sound was coming from my own lips. As it turned out, it was Sylphi, the Baroness' daughter. She'd pulled her arms towards her, wrapping them together and holding them tightly over her chest. Her head was buried down into the comforting shelter of her arms, and I felt instantly protective for the poor girl. It's strange the way idiot males work sometimes. I imagine it's the same drive that women get for people in distress, save that then it's labeled a mother's instinct. Strange that women are supposed to care about everyone and men aren't supposed to care about anyone. Strange. Tsk.

So I, of course, had to stay in the coach.

The calls and cries from outside the coach doors and walls were reaching to us by then. I'm not sure how we hadn't heard them earlier... perhaps we had and I'd been too occupied with the Baroness and her daughter to notice them.

Cries of war are rather dull things. Not dull in the way that a politician's speech is dull, not dull in the way of a Madrilan wedding, but dull in the way that they're generally rather unintelligible and quite useless for anyone listening in. It lets the imagination fill in the blanks, something that I really didn't want to do at the time.

Abruptly, the door was thrown open and an ugly face was forced through it. It was an unshaven face, marred in more than one spot with white scars of battles long-since fought and, presumably, won. Upon seeing the Baroness and Sylphi, a wide grin split his face.

"A'wight, wench's. You two git out." He had the accent of someone from the north, possibly even so high up as Rialzi Piot. He was a long way from home.

The Baron, quite close to the man, was moving towards him. It's idiocities like that that make me more of a coward daily. The Baron Torilis was a large, lumbering, ungainly man, yet here he was, throwing himself towards an armed bandit with a very clear advantage. It was lunacy.

I'm a real romantic, aren't I?

It seemed that luck wasn't only on my side, fortunately for the Baron. Before he'd quite reached the bandit at the door, one of the hired mercenaries had come through.

Mercenaries are such annoying little buggers. They have a tendency to run if things start to get out of hand; granted, so do I, but I never make any quips otherwise about it. Mercenaries, on the other hand, are either greater cowards than I, not even willing to admit it, or such incredible buffoons that they believe they can single-handedly save the world. Or any other world for that matter. The only thing worse than a mercenary is a hero.

This merc was one of the bigger, dumber ones. He didn't look much different from the bandit who'd just grown in the coach doorway, but he was definitely on our side. As the bandit dropped out of sight, the disgusting look of an ugly man in pain on his face, the mercenary behind him grunted out, "Four or five of 'em. We got three, counting this one."

The Baron snapped out at him, "Three? What about the other two?"

The mercenary shrugged, "Our job is to keep you safe, not to chase down bandits."

With a thin frown on her lips, the Baroness spoke up, "And our wounded?"

"Two down," answered the lumbering man, "Two still alive, counting myself. Driver's down, too."

With a shake of his balding head, the Baron began to climb out of the coach, "I'll do the driving, then. At least I can see bandits before they cause trouble."

*Of course, * I thought. *You're a Baron. You're a trained professional, aren't you? If a mercenary can't pick them out, you certainly can.*

Then again, who was I to complain? The man leaving the coach was the one who'd just been harassing me into letting my little secret out. If he wanted to be outside of the coach, riding along with his bladder bouncing on that horrid wooden driver's post, all the more welcome to him. It still left me with his wife, who I was fairly certain wasn't going to ease up in the near future, but the Baron had hired me and the Baron would be the one to fire me. Assuming I was still around when he decided he wanted to.

As the noble took his leave of the remainder of us, he paused, turning around long enough to state, "We must stop at the next sizable town in order to hire new guards."

The Baroness smiled at her husband, suggesting, "Perhaps we might sleep in comfortable beds tonight as well, Torilis?" There's something else I've never understood. She's his wife, his eternal promised -- yet she refrains calling him by his first name on occasion, instead using his informal title. Never let the curse of nobility near yourself or yours.

Chapter Two: In Which The Amulet Appears

Taverns are the most wondrous places on the face of this -- or any other -- planet. Nowhere else can you find such an amazing reservoir of degradation and depravity so willing to part with their money in the fruitless hope of escaping from what is real into their own representation of ego. Some establishments are reputable spots, areas where men of virtue go to socialize and to escape the boring mundanity of their static lives. Others, such as the place the Baron had taken us, aren't quite so pleasant.

Which, of course, makes them that much more appealing for someone of my talents.

Alright, I've already made it quite clear that I am a patron of the school of cowardice and that, frankly, I prefer it that way -- it keeps me alive and it keeps me safe. Unfortunately, it also keeps me impoverished. Consequently, I have managed to acquire a small entourage of alternate trades out of opportunity and possibility more than intent. Thievery is one of them. Don't misconstrue that: I'm nothing glamorous, not one of the dashing rogues that dart along rooftops, slipping in and out with the ease of a shadow. If there is money there, I can steal it. If there is a pocket begging to be picked, I can pick it and if there is a purse screaming that it wants to be cut, I can cut it, both without anything remotely resembling moral regret; there are advantages to having an assassin as a father.

Another of my talents is gambling, though there are those who would argue that gambling is simply another version of theft where the thief isn't quite as stealthy and the victim not quite so surprised. Such it was, however, that I found myself in the back corner of the central room in our tavern for the night surrounded by the low-penny gamblers. I don't gamble with the heavy gamblers. Cheats who cheat for pennies are, at worst, sworn at. Cheats who cheat for estates are often killed.

"Four bits to you, bard."

I was still holding up my Silvertongue masque, something that I was hoping I would be able to shrug off as soon as possible; with the Baron and his wife still around and still paying for my services, however, that day was still out of visibility. I took a long look at the cards resting within my fingers. I had a decent hand, but already knew that the thin man with the red beard across from me had a better one.

"I'll see it," I said, "And call."

Four bits isn't much to lose; the confidence of the six men around me that I am a decent card player on the lower end of the scale was invaluable. As the cards fell to the table around me, we could all see quite clearly that the bald redhead was, indeed, the winner of the round. One more hand where I lost decently and give out a little more coin and I'd certainly have been in their graces as anything but a cheat. After all, it was penny-ante, right?

Unfortunately, things didn't always fall that way. We went around the table and, again, my hand was decent without being spectacular. The redhead was in the lead again -- I could tell. I could see. Don't ask me how, it's a skill I've inherited from my father. Either that or I was more delusional then than I am now and I just won't admit it to you, myself, or anyone else who asks.

"At a full half-crown, bard. Raise or call."

Shrugging faintly, I put down the few more bits needed to raise my coin equal to that of the other betters. "Call. Let's see how well your luck's holding up, friend."

The redhead rolled his eyes in an exhaustive manner, his motion indicating that my words had hit on something of a sore note. I certainly couldn't see what, nor had I intended it as an affront... just a simple jibe for the sake of competition. Whatever the case, he laid his cards down at the same time the rest of us did, as the game is played. Neither he nor I bothered to look at each other's cards; clearly, he already knew that he'd won and I already knew that I'd lost, so there was no need to bother with such a trite gesture. The third man in the draw cursed softly beneath his breath.

As the supposed winner reached out for his take, however, the third that had stayed for our gambit called out, "Hold, there. The bard's won it, red."

The bald redhead stared at the cards as I did, confusion resounding as we'd both been so sure the outcome had been otherwise. Nonetheless, the cards showed true. I'd won by accident.

Reaching out for my take, I was inwardly cursing myself. I had no intention of winning that hand, yet here I was, pulling the take in. Gamblers are a suspicious type. Winning a hand is acceptable. Winning two is aggravating but forgivable. Winning three after only losing one was something to be investigated. So I resigned that I'd have to lose the third and fourth hands in an effort to cover up my mistake with the last.

"Ah... I'll take it up to a half-crown," I said, tossing some of the money I'd just won back onto the table. It was the redhead and I again, the two of us clearly the only serious gamblers at the small table.

The slim man softly stroked at his beard. He nodded with sincerity before scooping a hand inside to his tunic in a motion that panicked me somewhat. If he was pulling a knife, he wasn't being very discrete about it. If he was pulling for his purse, it meant that he was desperately trying to win his money back... of course, I was more than content to let him have it. When he pulled out a golden amulet and placed it onto the table, I was shocked. Certainly he had at least some coin to spare. I could see his pouch from where I sat, bulging with something or another.

"This should cover it. I see you and call, bard." He said.

This was rather unexpected. No one calls before taking cards; unless, of course, their hand is very good. Which was, of course, what I wanted -- to lose. Nodding at the man, forcing my eyes to stay on his beard in order to keep myself from revealing my ruse, I placed my cards down on the table before me. It was a horrible hand, I'd made sure of that myself, intentionally throwing the good hand I could have had at the redhead.

And yet, I won again. The revelation was a baffling one, since I'd gone far from my path to ensure my loss. Now I'd taken two pots in a row, this newest one involving an amulet that appeared to be nothing less than an heirloom or relic. While I may be a liar, a coward, and a cheat, I'm not a desecrator and I don't really want to go about taking meaningful things from people. I'll take their money. I won't take their loves, hopes, or desires.

Standing, I started to push the pot of the coin and amulet back towards the redhead, "Honestly, I have enough, m'lord. 'Twas just a way to pass time, the pot is yours to keep."

"Oh, no," he said, standing up quickly as if the amulet and coin were fire. "It's yours now, friend."

My eyes widened a little at the man's words, wondering if he'd decided that I was a cheat and ready to be slaughtered but, with a laugh, he lifted himself up and turned his back to me, happily walking away from the table. It was the most unusual thing I think I'd ever seen; no one is happy to have lost money. Ever, no matter how enthralling the game might have been.

I debated trying to stay at the table and work things through, to try getting my ruse back, but it wasn't likely to happen in the immediate future. Thanks to my poor luck at having good luck, I decided it would have been much more advantageous to simply wait things out and return later in the night when either my good fortune would be forgotten or the adversaries would have been rotated. So off to my room I went.

With the money, of course. There's no reason to leave it where it had been, particularly if the original owner wasn't even gracious enough to take it back.

Chapter Three: In Which The First Encounter Occurs

I'd seen worse. Don't get me wrong, I'd seen better as well, but I'd seen worse. Most of those miniscule little taverns don't even have a sleeping area and, when they do, they're usually one huge room where everyone sleeps together. If you've never had the exhilarating pleasure of trying to sleep while in a room full of snoring, babbling, shifting idiots, count yourself truly blessed. I'm a light sleeper -- common rooms ensure unsolicited insomnia. Fortunately, whoever had arranged our quarters had done at least a decent job of it. I was uncertain where the Baron Torilis and his family were resting, but I had no doubt that it was a great deal more pleasant than the quarters I'd been given. Nonetheless, it's a very well known fact that bards are slim, fair-skinned individuals. I was, at least.

The entire apartment that I'd been given consisted of two rooms. That in itself was a bit of a miracle. Presumably the Baron and his family had obtained the best room in the tavern that meant that at least two of the apartments in the place consisted of multiple rooms. One of us was almost certainly sleeping in the tavern-keeper's rooms. Whatever the case, the first room was fairly plain, the drab grey stone emphasizing the mundanity of the place. An open window peered out over the tavern and down onto the cobbled stones far below, eagerly permitting the sounds of horse hooves and drunken louts to reach my already tortured ears. Fortunately, the second room -- the bedroom -- was nearly soundproof. To this day I'm not quite sure how they managed it, but I assume the blame can be put on careful placement of tapestries and a stifling lack of airflow within the chamber. A large wardrobe stood ominously propped up against one of the cold stone walls and a four-post bed that appeared to be made of oak respectfully watched my entry.

My first matter of business was to investigate the amulet, of course. I may not be a genius of the old-world, but I'm not a complete troll. Someone had been suspiciously eager to be rid of the thing and now I was wondering not only why, but also whether or not that paranoia should be shared in part. I tossed myself onto the large, inviting comforter of the bed (thankfully clean) and spread my winnings out before me. I generally make it a practice to avoid counting winnings while still housed in the place in which those winnings had been tactfully obtained, but the amulet was too much of an intriguing mystery.

It was an amulet. There wasn't very much more that could be said about it. There were no stones, valuable or otherwise, embedded into the thing, just a small disk of aged bronze nearly a quarter of an inch thick. Affixed directly into the amulet was a chain, also of bronze, that served the purpose of the necklace, looping neatly around itself to form a full circle. There was an image inscribed into the amulet that I didn't recognize, an embossment of two figures, one male and one female, standing back to back with each facing an opposing side of the disk. The male figure was wearing a jester's cap, tri-pronged with bell-tangled tips and what appeared to be a matching outfit of the jester's patchwork rags. The female figure appeared to be wearing a familiar street-performer's clothing, her face clearly dirtied in the embossment, her clothes equally soiled and tattered leather. The joker was carrying in his hand a thin, short wand with a tri-pronged tip to match his hat and the woman was holding a small, simple sphere in her hand.

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Let me explain myself, as my mom and I seem to be the only normal people in this god-forsaken town. My name is Nicole, but I usually go by Nyx (you know? The goddess of night), I'm 16, Black hair, half White and half Hispanic, blue-grey eyes. I would say my ass is my best asset, just the right size and firmness, I'm skinny, and according to my (almost obese) physical education teacher, on the verge of anorexic. I have a D-cup breast's, with pink, velvet like nipples. My mom is a single...

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Grandpas Lessons Part Four

After much deliberation I'm posting part 4. But at a risk.. and ONLY if xhamster allows it.Dressed only in a robe, she was led from the house by her grandfather. She knew what was happening, or part. She was reminded one of the old men who had fucked her the night before, had told her grandfather to bring her by. She thought her grandfather was simply lending her out as he had the night before, but she did not even know half of it. But she did notice the video camera on the seat of the truck...

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My Cajun Lover

This true event follows right after my story “My First Threesome.”That last great summer semester of college messing around with Sean and Roger was over and I had received my degree followed by several job interviews all over southern Louisiana. Before long, I secured a slot in a management training program with a chain retail clothing store which catered to women from teens to thirty.I spent one week at a regional training program and then couldn’t believe my luck when they sent me to New...

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Alice takes her first strangers cockshes becoming a very good whore

“Hey sexy, you ok?” “Yeah yeah I’m fine”. Alice seemed a little quiet still so I probed a little more. “You want picking up again tonight baby?” There was an uneasy silence for about 10 seconds “Yeah ok, 10 o clock out back again”. “Hey Alice don’t wear your bra again, I’ll be in at 8”. And hung up the phone before she had time to answer me back. I was testing Alice, if she went to work braless again after a bollocking from the boss the night before and getting molested by a...

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Naked in a Video Game

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Lunch. Work. Come home. Play video games all evening. Sleep. A pretty average day for a gamer like yourself but it took a grueling duration of waiting in order to finally reach the evening! Now that you're home after a long day of work, you can't help but plop down onto your couch with a relaxed sigh. The multiple gaming systems you own practically stares into your sole from in front of you, begging you to grab a controller and start a game.

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yacht

After the passing away of Harry — he features in my earlier journal entries — my interactions with Joe or Gary were little more than that of saying hello at the gym. But I sensed Joe still had feelings for me. He often tried to talk to me but my times at the gym were less frequent and, in my small town, people talk and it’s not worth risking my relationship. So that’s why I moved on….~~~~~I was at the local coffee house when, from behind me, I heard my name being called. It was Joe. I gave him...

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My InheritanceChapter 33 A Day in Denver

Mom, Dad, Abby and Betty had left to drive to the airport. I had to put all four of them in trances to make them quit asking why Cathy was not going home with them. After the trance, they understood Cathy was going to live with us until further notice and asked no more questions. They did not know she was going to live naked in my dungeon, my prisoner until I had another way to keep her securely. As I thought about Cathy there, naked, the steel collar around her lovely neck, the heavy chain...

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EvilAngel Marilyn Johnson PileDriven Gaping

Freaky backdoor babe Marilyn Johnson teases in skimpy porn-wear, eager for an epic ass reaming. Marilyn fingers her meaty twat and spreads open her sphincter, stretching her sweet holes through a sultry tease. The young blonde lies spread-eagled on the couch, wielding a massive dildo to shamelessly sodomize herself for director Pat Myne. Veteran XXX stud Michael Stefano shares a passionate kiss with Marilyn and then fucks her throat. Messy blowjob action evolves into nasty, hard-ass anal...

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Love Under GrAy Skies

It was cold that day, colder than usual for October. I sat in my office, staring out the window at the ash colored sky, waiting for a client. Despite my current state, the work had been as brisk as the weather lately. The fall months always seem to start the bad times for relationships. Maybe it was the way the days always seemed gray, or the fact that people felt the holidays coming in. Whatever it was, you could count on the fact that for every spring wedding there was an autumn divorce. My...

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The Rise of AzkovalChapter 59 A Lack of Diplomacy

The Az emissary to King Olaf’s court looked down at the letter and then back to the soldier that had delivered it. “I cannot present this to King Olaf,” he said, shaking his head. “Baron Jonathan said I was to tell you that you have your orders,” the soldier stated in a flat voice. He knew not what the letter said but he did know of the happenings in his capital – and the vexation those events had caused Jonathan, Elena and Choran. “If you refuse, you are to be relieved and I am to present...

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I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE IN THE HOUSE OR I NEVER WOULD HAVE BEEN NAKED IN FRONT OF THE WIDE-SCREEN T.V. MY PARENTS HAD JUST INSTALLED SOME NEW, PLUSH CARPETING,AND I LIKED THE WAY THAT IT FELT WHERE THEYTICKLED THE CURVES OF MY SENSITVE BUTTOCKS Mmmm, NICE.A BLONDE WITH MAJOR IMPLANTS APPEARED ON SCREEN,CAUSING ME TO PUSH MY OWN WELL-DEVELOPED BREAST CLOSE TOGETHER TO SEE HOW DEEP MY CLEAVAGE COULD GET.JUST AS I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD USE MY TITS TO SQUEEZE A MAN’S DICK MY 19-YEAR-OLD YOUNGER...

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My Hot Aunt Babysitting Me

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Humble Pie

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Archies Betty and Me HotdogChapter 20

The gang met up at the Chok'lit Shoppe at the end of the summer. Reggie and Cricket had remained a couple. He was no longer chasing other girls, including Midge, for he could never find anybody that could measure up to his new belle. Cricket, he discovered, was ready to try anything sexual. They even drove to another town where they get into a threesome with another girl. She had found the experience exhilarating. The taste of another girls pussy was definitely different. An Reggie enjoyed...

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After the Energists Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 23 Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Mike’s House, Bryanston 6:15pm, Sunday, February 20, 1979 “That was a great dinner, Mrs. Nevins,” Lynette said as she used a piece of my mother’s homemade bread to sop up the last of the gravy on her plate. “My mom rarely uses a crock pot to cook meals, so that was the first time I’ve had a roast beef, potatoes, and carrots done like that. It was delicious.” “Thanks, Lynette,” my mom replied as she turned back to the table with a warm apple pie in her hands. “These guys around here just...

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You awaken from a long boat ride to the far ends of the globe to a strangely mystical continent thought only to exist in myth. The journey was an arduous endeavor leaving your body and mind reeling with apprehension with only your shipmates to relieve you. as you voyage into a new world, bounding with opportunity and danger at every pass.

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We were staying in a hotel after seeing a concert together... I showered, came back out of the bathroom and you’re laying there in just black underwear and your tank top, mmm, I love black against your smooth skin… I walk toward the foot of the bed and smiling, your legs spread slightly without you even thinking. I crawl up the bed straddling you, my legs dragging up the outside of your legs and arms. I reach into my back pocket and grin, pulling out a blindfold . I pull your head up off the...

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NuruMassage Lily Glee Bad Reviews

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A Latin macho in my ass

My girlfriend Camilla invited me to stay at her place on that Saturday night, knowing my husband Victor was out of town. We both went to have dinner outside and later came back to her home.There we found Ramon, a Latin guy that Camilla had been dating since her divorce. Ramon was a big guy, with dark hair and dark skin, strong muscles, a nice huge torso; a real macho man.My girlfriend introduced him to me and then she said I was going to spend the night in the guest room. Camilla seemed to be...

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Im a Morning Person

I've always been a morning person. My girlfriend on the other hand is not. She sleeps late while I walk around the corner to an all-night donut shop for a coffee. There's a perky little redhead who works there named Sandy. She's a morning person too, bright eyed, bushy tailed and frisky. We joke around while sipping our coffees. Since we're usually the people around, we sometimes read the paper and discuss the news. One morning, not long ago, Sandy was in a peculiar mood, "How are you feeling...

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Jenny has sex on stage in front of an audience

Jenny Jenner, known to her friends as JJ, was just 26 when her life changed forever. Her life up until then had been full of disappointments in most things and constant heartache when it came to her love life. Throughout her teens and her time at University, each successive boyfriend had either dumped her, cheated on her or was just been plain bad as with her last boyfriend. Even though she's intelligent and certainly not stupid, perhaps she was basically naïve, trusting and easily led. This is...

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True incident happened in my life with my own Mother

Hi ISS readers, first of all thanks for giving courage to write what happened in my life ! I came across this site while searching Google and this site really made me excited, I never thought there be this much people involving sexual relationship with their own mother! One such incident happened in my life too, and I’m very happy to share with you all, About my mother, she is a normal women, working in a private company, she look fair and beautiful, and her eyes are very attractive! She...

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Kachhi Kali Ria Ki Chudai 8211 Part I

ISS ke sabhi pathako ko mera pyar bhara namaskar. Asha karta hun aap sabhi ke din achhi tarah gujar rahe honge aur jinke jeevan mai koi samasya hai to wo dheeraj rakhe aur upar waale pe bharosaa rakhe aur yaad rakhe ki uske ghar der hai andher nahi.To dosto ye huaa aap logo se abhivaadan.Ab mai sidhaa kahaaani pe ata hun. Dosto meraa naam veer hai aur main delhi ka rehne wala hun aur ek bahut hi achhe colej se engineering kar rahaa hun. Dekhne mai gudluking hun aur ek athlete body kaa maalik...

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Losing Virginity To Breastfeeding Aunty Upstairs

Dear friends, this is the story of how I lost my virginity with my neighbour Maya aunty during my final year of studies. Ok, so let me introduce myself. I am Manjunath from Hassan in Karnataka and am 21 years old doing my final year engineering. We bought a flat in Bangalore recently and my father was getting some interiors works done. As we had college holidays, he wanted me to stay in this new flat for a week to supervise the finishing works. There was a temporary folding cot and bed there...

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New Years Eve 1959

The Back Story Dear Reader, if your needs are urgent, you may skip this first part. It sets the scene and gives some insight about the behavior of the young subject of this narrative when he encounters the tipsy sexual attentions of two very horny matrons. Also, names are changed for privacy purposes. So many years ago; so much forgotten—but some memories linger. Their names were Constance and Elizabeth. The year was 1959. I was 18, just out of high school. Connie Kazmarek, mother of four,...

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Geeky Dave Geeky Chris and Supermodel Morgan Chapter 4

The next day, Chris called and asked that I come over in the early afternoon for a repeat of yesterday's performance. When I arrived, Morgan was there. Chris introduced us, and then Morgan left. We followed the script almost exactly, right up until the point where Chris removed the butt plug. When she removed the plug, she moved her skirt aside. I could see her ass hole. It was very well used. I believe she was telling the truth about the daily use of a dildo back there. When I...

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Overt Military Affairs

‘It’s always been my opinion that feather boas give chorus-girls a dumb appearance,’ said the white, 33-y/o Leander, a sergeant living in Colorado Springs, Co., near Ft. Carson. ‘I understand, although I think Anelia’s a pretty, little ‘skunk’ due to her black hair and the white boa, if she’d only have attached the boa to represent a tail during this evening’s performance!’ smirked the handsome, also-white, dominant and 24-y/o Dwayne. ‘Heck, you might not be an officer, but definitely are a...

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Chanel and 18

I get home and walk into my living room, dropping my bag, keys and phone on the couch. I can’t believe what I just fucking saw. I know I’m not official...with either one of them, but part of me feels betrayed. I wouldn’t have given a shit if Eugene told me he wanted to see Taniyah, but he deliberately tried to keep it from me since the moment they were sitting on my own fucking couch. She could have said something, too. Perhaps I’m overreacting, but damn, they could have at least told me out...

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My Last Summer at Home Part 2

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The Disappearance of Big TonyChapter 3

Big Tony and Mort Michaels were not discussed again while Delores was in Greenfield. When she arrived to stay with Chazzy in her room, I broached the subject again. "I have been thinking about what I told you a week ago. I don't think I want to tell you anymore. You obviously loved your parents very much and I don't want to destroy the memory you have of them. Children can be so unaware of what their parents are doing unless it is pointed out to them." "Damnit, you've said too much...

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ChameleonChapter 9

The returns were pretty well routine until Gecko showed up. She was in tears and collapsed into my arms as I rushed to meet her. "I don't know if I can keep this up, Josh! I've seen too much tonight! I threw up twice over what I saw, and I actually laughed when I killed one of the bastards. How can people be so depraved?" I called for Genie to knock her out so that she could get some sleep. I didn't know what else to do for her. Up until tonight, she has been my rock of strength and...

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The Night Visitor

Watching you from the shadows as you towel off, bending over to get your legs..mmmm damn your pussy looks so good. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Can't wait til I have you tied up, running my hot wet tongue all over your tight little body. Scaring you with the blade of my knife, scaring you into submission. I watched you for a while today at Yoga, you didn't notice me. I also watched you while you were jogging, same time everyday almost like clock work..so predictable, so...

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Horny Loving BrotherChapter 19

While they were eating dinner Mary kept letting her eyes drift to the boys tables, first to the one where Ben sat enjoying his meal, then to the table where Bill was enjoying his between glances at his sister Beth. "Think he knows what you're going to tell him yet?" Mary whispered to her companion. "Who?" Beth asked peeling some meat from her drumstick with her fingers and hesitating before she popped it in her mouth. "Oh, you mean Bill. No, I don't think he has any idea what kind of...

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Tommy Robert and June part 2

I still can’t believe that I had my virginity taken by my co-worker Robert and his gorgeous wife June. In one evening I had my first blow job, first pussy, first pussy eating experience, first cock-sucking experience and first time having a man fuck me. It was surreal to have a lifetime of experience take place all in one evening. The following Monday I was sitting alone in my cubicle at work with my mind in a whirl, contemplating what had happen the previous Friday when Robert suddenly...

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Queen of JariloChapter 9 Strange Bedfellows

“I’m not good at this either,” Walker complained, Fig releasing another frustrated scent as he struggled to fit a piece of armor onto an increasingly irritated Drone. They had run him through seemingly every job in the factory, as if they were struggling to find a place for him in the hive. Walker still didn’t understand what the point of all this was. They couldn’t possibly need the manpower, why go to such lengths to integrate him? Was this how the Borealans felt when they first arrived on...

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Humiliating HollyChapter 3

I got up early and reluctantly proceeded to get ready for work. Of course it didn't take long because I couldn't dress. All I did was put on a little makeup and brushed my hair. The time to leave for work came way too soon for me. After getting a quick bite to eat for breakfast I left the house and got to my car with no problems. It was fortunately still dark out, so I don't think anyone could see me. As I drove to work and noticed the gas gage was below 1/8th of a tank so I would have to...

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Liar Ch 04

The reception was held in the grand ballroom of the finest hotel in Reston. Judging by the immaculate decorating, Brodie’s parents obviously spared no expense. Lit only by what must’ve been hundreds of candles, only added an element of awe. What wasn’t dripping with silk, and accented with crystal and gold was covered with white flowers ranging from roses, orchids, lilies, and other exotic flowers. Most of the evening had gone by with Sloane truly enjoying herself.. She almost forgot the reason...

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Gokul Dham Society Part2

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Twice LuckyChapter 28

Jake pulled on his helmet, snapped his chinstrap, and trotted onto the field with his team. It was exactly three o’clock on Saturday, November 6, 1971. It was the first playoff game of any type ever for John F. Kennedy High. Everyone was nervous -- players, coaches, and fans. Of course, playing in a stadium with ten thousand fans in it did not help either. Jake took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as he watched Erik try to tee up the football. Even from four players away, Jake could...

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Really My dad Part 2

I slowly came back to consciousness as I heard my father begin to stir. I pretended to still be asleep when I felt him sit up in bed. He was muttering to himself and it didn't sound good for the home team. I decided I better help get this day on track. I slowly began to stir and gave out a big yawn and stretch as I appeared oblivious to my surroundings. I sat up and looked at my father who was staring at me. "Sara" he said rather sternly, "we gotta talk." "Ummmm... Okay then" I...

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How I Enjoyed With My Maid

Hi all. This is my other experience happened a few years back when I was staying in Bangalore. My stories are not like fuck and throw incidents. I always believe an emotional connection can create the most memorable and enjoyable sex. So please stay with me as it may b a longer one. Exactly this happened in 2014 when I was staying near Banashankari in a 1 BHK flat. Because of 10-12 hour shifts in office and lonely homestay, my health started deteriorating. My parents advised me to hire a...

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Drawn ApartChapter 2

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Too Good to be You

Walking home from the beach, Keith had a pretty good idea what it looked like. By 25, Mary was growing out of the girlish body and the baby face that she’d fought against so much in her college years. But when you put her in a bikini, let the summer bring out the freckles on her cheeks, and put her next to Keith, the cliche was staring you in the face: rich sugar-daddy leading a perky young thing around by a trail of jewelry and overpriced chocolates. Unfair (he hoped,) but there it was. When...

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My Friend8217s Mom Agreed To Be My Slave Part 8211 2

Hi, guy, ‘s I am back with the next part of the story “my friend’s mom agreed to be my slave”. And thanks for your likes and comments and you also can suggest me through the mail, My e-mail ID is “”.   The story Continues……   As Anup and his mom Divya agreed to be slaves, I had lots of ideas in my mind to degrade them but I was not sure Divya will agree to all my ideas , so I made a video of them naked and I told Divya to suck anups cock   Divya: Sunil no, I cant suck my son’s cock Me: Call...

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While looking for a good Thai massage, I stumbled on this place by total luck. In a well known hotel... during my first visit, the hostess recommended a ther****t by name… some shorts moments later, while politely waiting in the reception, she appeared... a gorgeous Thai girl with piercing dark eyes and long black hair… medium height and very well polished... she greeted me with a shy smile and then turned around while asking me to follow her... she walked me to the treatment room… after taking...

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Killing Me Softly

I was a cock tease, almost from the moment of puberty. My mother had taught me about the hoops that boys would jump through just for the CHANCE that they might lose their virginities to me! Having been gifted with advanced growth where it counts, early on, I had a real head start on the other girls in my class. At the mall, grown men ogled me up and down when I was just thirteen! Showing plenty of midriff, wearing the tightest pants imaginable, and talking a good game made me very popular...

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Sal the Super the Nookie King of the BronxChapter 19

The gloves were wet and that wasn't helping in the windy alley on the North side of the building. It was freaking October and the cold damp air was cutting though Sal's Army Surplus jacket like a hot knife through butter. He wanted to take the stupid gloves off but he knew the jagged edges of the trash cans were more dangerous than the chill in the air. Not being much of a philosopher, Sal was not all that enthralled with the meaning of life. It just seemed to him that there had to be more...

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Note : This is part two of a family's journey into i****t. In part 1 (Backseat Sister), Phillip, unbeknownst to his sister Tanya, caught her masturbating... about him. A few days later the serendipitous stars all lined up and she ended up sitting on his lap in the backseat during a lengthy ride... a ride that ended with the almost silent taking of his sister's virginity with his mom and dad in the front. Although the father was none the wiser that his daughter had been deflowered by his son as...

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