The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Donna sat at the table in the kitchen. Her daughters were just fetched by Ms. Brendan’s driver. Donna had a lot to do before Robert would arrive Friday night. Basically, she wanted to have the workmen, busy upstairs already, to finish up so she could clean up. They were over schedule due to the constant modifications by Ninon.
Donna suspected Ms. Brendan was behind it, but those things she didn’t ask anymore. Ninon wouldn’t answer anyway, and Donna figured it didn’t really matter, the changes just had to be done. The fact that Robert would come made her think about her situation. Things have gotten out of hand for sure. Just five minutes ago some of her nightly encounters had called to ask her out.
“I must change phones again...” she knew. “What will Robert think? Switching phone numbers three times in three weeks ... But if I don’t, they’ll call again and again, and he’ll get suspicious...”
A tear welled up in her eye as she just felt plain miserable, remembering all what had happened the past weeks.
“Why is this happening to me? What have I done wrong?” she wondered. She drank her coffee and shook her head. “No need to worry about that right now. Get the room finished, get the house clean, and Robert can come and won’t notice a thing.”
“Ninon was happy with my progress she told me, so I don’t expect problems from that side, and the girls...” Donna shook her head, “Actually I don’t have a clue what they are up to lately. This new life is totally consuming me.”
The home phone rang, and Donna wondered who it could be. She picked up the phone in the living room.
“Hello?” she said. By now she didn’t say her own name out loud anymore. She was able to convince some of her ‘dates’ that they had a wrong number and a joke had been played with them. And even though this was her home phone and not her cell, a few men had managed to get it by ‘accident’ from Ninon.
“Hello Cutty! How are you doing today?”
It was Ms. Brendan! Donna’s heart jumped a beat, what was she up to now, had she done something wrong?
“I- I’m fine, Ms. Brendan. Thank you.”
“Good, listen, I just had a conference call with my employee Robert, and he is doing a marvelous job. That means he deserves a marvelous bonus...”
“Here we go again...” Donna thought as she recalled the last weekend Robert was back home.
“ ... And that is of course where you come in. your last weekend with him was a total disaster, so I want you to do an excellent job this time, understood?”
Ms. Brendan was direct as usual.
“Yes, Ms. Brendan.” Donna replied, feeling tears well up.
“She is going to ruin my weekend with Robert and the kids for sure.” Donna thought.
“Now you basically have to do the same as last weekend, only now you’ll have to fuck him 25 times.”
“25 times!!!” Donna thought, “How on earth can I reach such a figure in a weekend?”
“I figured giving you a clear goal would be better for you. And to make sure you reach the quota I want every fuck session recorded. Write down this number, you have a pen?”
“One moment please, Ms. Brendan.” Donna frantically sought a pen near the phone, and a piece of paper.
“Ok, Ms. Brendan, I’m ready.”
“Hope you are, Cutty, hope you are ... The number is 808-2345789. It’s a pay number, sorry about that. You’ll call with your cell and leave the line open every time you fuck with my employee, up until the moment he comes. That way I will be able to check anytime if you are doing as told. If it is not recorded correctly it doesn’t count!”
“O-Ok Ms. Brendan” Donna meekly replied.
“Now don’t disappoint me! I heard good news so far from Ninon about you, and I’m also impressed with what I’ve read about you. I would hate it if all that credit would go to waste in one lousy weekend.”
“Yes, Ms. Brendan, I understand.” Donna cursed herself as she sounded so submissive. “I won’t disappoint you again, Ms. Brendan.”
A silent fell, and Donna wondered what was next.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Ms. Brendan hinted.
“I- I love you, Ms. Brendan.” Donna hastily added.
“Good, Cutty, very good. Talk to you on Monday.” And the line went dead.
Donna looked at the piece of paper with the telephone number and thought about the number of fucks she would have to have with Robert. “How on earth will I reach 25? And she probably expects me to go beyond it too...”
Donna quickly calculated the possibility, 3-4 Friday night, Saturday 10-11, Sunday 10-11, she would have to suck him off at times too, as fucking itself would just take too much time, was that acceptable to Ms. Brendan?
“I’ll have to ask Ninon, ask for advice.” She concluded. “Hopefully she has an idea on how to do this. Hopefully Robert leaves Monday afternoon, and not early in the morning as last weekend...”
Now Donna was really stressed. She hated the situation she was in, and she knew Ms. Brendan would find a way to spoil her weekend.
“If I have to fuck him so much, it’s like every 2 hours a fuck, but he’ll sleep, he’ll pass some time with Lisa and Trixy...”
A loud noise upstairs woke her up from her pondering, and she ran upstairs to see what the men were up to this time, her daily chores called her again.
The morning passed by with Donna finishing up the guestroom above. The men luckily finished on time.
“Tomorrow I’ll decorate it,” Donna thought as she looked around. “Right now, it sure looks like some brothel.”
It definitely looked that way with the pole, the hooks in the ceiling. And the high poled carpet, red of course. Ninon had chosen most of the items in the room. She didn’t want no misunderstanding as to what was happening in it, Donna understood.
But she figured with some flowers, plants, paintings, she could fix it up to look close to descent. She would also lock the door and say that Ninon had some private stuff in the room anyway. She didn’t worry about the room for now.
Her worries were about the assignment from Ms. Brendan. She called up Ninon before going to work to ask her if she could please pass by tonight, as she needed advice. It was the first time she actually asked Ninon over. She usually just was present.
Donna wondered how Ninon’s marriage was, as she had spent most of her nighttime with her. Maybe she had one of those open marriages she learned about on the internet. Was her husband having his affairs too? Ninon didn’t look like such a type, but then again, she didn’t look like the type that fucked with women, ‘training’ them, neither.
After work she went to the gym as usual. Her trainer Bill had her do her normal work out, and complimented her on her body, the good shape it was in. It kind of made her day. He rarely gave her such compliments.
Next usually was the spa, but Ninon told her to just skip that, and come straight home. When she arrived home, she saw Ninon was already there, and her daughters not.
“I figured you wanted to have a night alone, so I let Lisa go to a party with some friends, and Trixy arranged a sleep over.”
“A party on a Thursday,” Donna thought. “A few months ago, I would have personally fetched Lisa and dropped her back home, grounding her for weeks, but now, I honestly don’t mind, think it’s best actually.”
“Thanks.” Donna said.
“Sit, I cooked something for you, you sounded serious on the phone.”
Donna sat down at the dinner table. Ninon really could be nice, gentle even, she knew by now. As long as she did as was told, Ninon would keep her pain and humiliation to a minimum.
After Ninon also sat down and they each had a full plate in front of them Ninon started the conversation. “What is bothering you?”.
“Ms. Brendan called me today,” Donna told her. “And she wants me to have sex with Robert 25 times this weekend. You know this means she probably expects even more fucks. How on earth do I get to that kind of figure? A man can come only ever so often.”
Ninon laughed and nodded, “Ms. Brendan gave you a tough order, but you will have to comply, as you understand by now.”
“I do, that’s why I had to turn to you, to ask for advice on this. You have any ideas?”
Ninon thought for a while, as she took a few bites.
“You can be open about it with him.” She suggested, “Tell him you want to fuck him at least 25 times to make up for the past weeks: every day a fuck and some bonus for the weekends. It would add up to the amount...”
“No, that won’t do with my Robert. He’ll object, complain, will ridicule me. Start asking questions, get suspicious...” Donna shook her head, honesty was not an option. “But still, how do I even get him alone so often? We have our daughters. He’ll want to be with them too. Yet to fuck him so much, I think I will need him for myself all the time.”
“What were Ms. Brendan’s specific instructions?” Ninon asked, probably to see if there was some sort of loophole.
“To have sex with him 25 times, and as proof I have to phone a certain number, and leave the line open during the sex, up until he comes.”
“I see, that means you’ll have to behave as I taught you, you understand this?”
Donna hadn’t thought about it, but Ninon was right.
“She wants me to show her what I’ve learned the past weeks from you too.” Donna understood.
“Exactly, it’s not just the number of fucks. I just hope for your sake you remember how to make the noises, what to say, how to scream.”
“Robert will notice I behave differently.”
“Indeed. But to reach 25 or above you’ll need to behave differently anyway. The old timid Donna won’t reach that number. I suggest you’ll let the new inner slut do the working. And that slut can suck him off while he drives home, tell him how wet she is. That Donna can reach above 25, easily.”
Donna thought for a while, chewing on the food.
“Do you think sucking off counts too?” she asked Ninon.
“Ms. Brendan didn’t say it didn’t. She didn’t mention you had to come either, so it is definitely a way to go. But I suggest you make sure you fuck with him a fair amount too. You don’t want to abuse the idea. The intention is for you fuck with him, remember that, else you’ll pay dearly on Monday.”
Donna nodded. She understood. But now she saw a small way out. If she sucked him off several times...
“And I would suck him off after you fucked him, not first blow him and then have sex as usually is done.” Ninon continued, “A man comes quickly the first time, and the second or third time it takes longer to reach an orgasm for him. If at that time you jerk him off, you’ll get him off much faster. It will be less tiresome for you, and above all, much quicker.”
Donna thought about it. She was right. “Thanks, I never looked at it that way...”
“You’ll learn to see things like that. It is not about you coming, it’s about making robert come, making him enjoy the ride.” Ninon reminded Donna.
Donna wondered as they ate on in silent. “I’ll have to be a slut ... Act out for my own husband ... Will he see through me? Shouldn’t I confess so we can both find a way out?”
“It’ll crush him if he finds out ... and we’ll lose everything, I will be disgraced, he will be disgraced...
“On the other side, all I need to do is fuck him, fuck him a lot...
“But it will never stop, what will be next?”
“Ninon...” Donna said softly.
“Yes, Donna?”
“What will happen to me, what is Ms. Brendan’s plan with me? Will it ever end?”
“I don’t know, Donna.” Ninon said, “But I would worry more about the huge consequences if you stop with it now. Though I can understand your doubts at this moment.”
“That answer didn’t help much.” Donna thought.
“But if you had to fuck Robert 5 times you wouldn’t really think about quitting, would you?” Ninon asked back.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning it is the number of fucks that makes you think about rebelling.”
“Well that’s logical.”
“No, I wouldn’t see the amount as a burden, see it as a challenge. More like a bet you can fuck your husband 25 times in the upcoming weekend, instead of an order.”
“But it is an order. And I’ll have to draw a line somewhere, why not here and now?”
“Because you haven’t thought about the consequences. You’ll lose everything.” Ninon simply stated. “You are way in over your head; you have an outstanding debt by Ms. Brendan, your job, and worse, your husband’s job is on the line. If she fires you both, you can forget about working in this city, or in this country for that matter.
It will be poverty, real poverty for the family, gone is the house, the cars, the future for your daughters. She’ll probably hunt you down everywhere and make life a living hell for you and each family member.”
Donna was taken by the coldness with which Ninon explained her situation.
“So...” she started.
“So, I suggest you just fuck with your husband, and try to fuck him more, and impress Ms. Brendan. You have never really impressed her yet, did you?”
“No...”
“Well, this is your chance to find out what that will bring you, instead of disappointing her time after time, and complaining about its consequences.”
Donna poked in her food. She was definitely thinking about quitting. What started as a curious endeavor had turned into something she just couldn’t control.
“Donna...” Ninon woke her up from her line of thought, “Think about the consequences of both options.”
“I am, But Ninon, you have to understand, I feel abused, I am being raped by you, by Ms. Brendan, I don’t see it changing to an ‘acceptable’ level. What is in it for me? Nothing!”
“Honestly, Donna.” Ninon replied “Nothing? The job, the promotion of your husband, the extra money? And that is all what you’ve got while you’re disappointing her! Imagine what she’ll give you once you really satisfy her, in every way.”
“See your situation like having a car accident. Somebody driving into you from behind for example. And then driving on without you being able to trace the car. It just happens, nothing you can do about it, it isn’t your fault. But still you’ll have to deal with its consequences, you can’t ignore it ever happened. You can’t go back anymore. You might have a whiplash, you’ll have to pay for the repairs, and so on.”
Donna looked at Ninon. That thought frightened her, she had silently hoped Ms. Brendan and all of this would one day be out of her life again. Now she began to understand she was in her life for a long, long time.
“Ms. Brendan is just like that accident. She is in your life now. Worse, even if you kick her out, she will be there, making your life as miserable as possible. Best you can do is deal with it, handle it to the best of your abilities.”
“But it so hard, so degrading, so...” And Donna just started to cry.
As she cried Ninon got up and hugged her gently, comforting her, relaxing her with soothing words. “I know, Donna, it is hard. But you are a strong woman. You can do this. You can deal with Ms. Brendan and have the loving life with your family. Trust me, it really is possible, it can be done.”
When Donna came through, she was calm again, and she felt a bit better.
“Ok, I’ll go for it this weekend, let’s try to please Ms. Brendan.” She said demonstrative, as she dried her eyes.
“Great, that ‘a girl! now I’ll help you get off on a good start. I’ll dress you up when you pick him up, just like the last weekend, giving you the task to act like the slut you’ll portray.”
“Thanks, I guess...”Donna said as she smiled through her tears.
“But I’ll do more, I’ll prepare the various clothing and other details for you, so you’ll have like a guideline through the whole weekend. You just behave in accordance with the clothing you’ll be wearing, and it’ll go alright.”
“And for tonight, well, we’ll start with watching some porn on the internet to see how women fuck men, get them off. We haven’t seen much of that. We’ll download some movies to see how you should behave, and you’ll rehearse for me.” Ninon smiled at Donna. “To be honest, I want you to succeed, to proof to Ms. Brendan I trained you properly.”
Donna smiled back, and wondered, “Would she be punished too if I failed? And rewarded if I succeed?” She Suspected the latter at least.
They finished eating and did the dishes together. When that was finished, they went up to Lisa’s room.
“First, we look for a porn star Robert might fancy, according to you. We’ll then download some of her fuck and suck scenes, and you’ll mimic that with a dildo in front of me, in front of Lisa’s mirror.” Ninon told Donna. “It’s a pity you haven’t installed internet in the other room yet, there we have lots more mirrors.”
So, the both of them browsed the internet on Lisa’s machine in search for a pornstar Robert might fancy. It was difficult for Donna to picture the right pornstar for Robert. She never really thought about what type of women he liked, never even bothered with his previous girlfriends. And now she had to ‘find’ a pornstar to his liking.
When Donna finally decided on one, it was a pornstar who had a lot of resembling with Donna. It was a brunette with a beautiful slender body, and a beautiful, innocent face, kind of a younger version of Donna.
When they downloaded some movies of her, it turned out she wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
“She must be European.” Ninon smirked when they saw the hideous acts, she was willing to perform in front of the camera.
It was beyond the normal fucking, usually she was taken anally, and was even pissed on.
“Gross.” Donna agreed. It turned out the girl was so heavy into ass fucking, they really had to look hard for ‘normal’ scenes, as Donna definitely was not going to ass-fuck with Robert. She knew he was really disgusted by that act, and she wasn’t fond of it neither. She was only ass fucked by Ms. Brendan, her driver, and Ninon. And every time she was ass fucked it hurt, and it didn’t excite her at all. Although she scratched herself every night now with a small dildo, she saw it more as a ‘stick’ to scratch her inside, than some erotic act.
Luckily, they did find some more timid scenes of her pornstar, and Donna could get to work. She first watched the scenes, and next imitated the moves.
“Remember, I basically already taught you how to behave when having sex. You’ll just focus on how she gets her men off. How she treats a dick.”
“Well, she for sure is no angel!” Donna thought as she saw an opening scene where the poor star got double teamed by some actors with really large dicks. The girl expertly took them, massaged the dicks, and placed her body correctly for the double penetration. All the while she showed a smile, or a hungry slut look.
“Look how she ‘milks’ the dick, I think she even spasms with her ass.” Ninon pointed out.
Donna watched how the girl’s lips massaged the dick, how the rocking of her body made the dicks go faster in and out her ass and pussy.
“I think these men came several times while filming.” Ninon laughed. The scene ended with her face covered with sperm and her asshole leaking the same white stuff.
“Well, the ass fuck you can leave out, but do you think you can ‘milk’ a dick with your pussy like she did?” Ninon turned to Donna.
“We’ll try,” Donna replied, she never thought about ‘milking’ a dick, never knew it was possible. Even when was fucked with dildos by Ninon and Ms. Brendan, they had not told her to ‘milk’ the dildos.
“It gets a man off much faster, but it needs some practicing.” Ninon told Donna, “You won’t learn it overnight and you kind of need a man to instruct you on what is the correct move, what are the correct muscles he needs to feel.
“Let’s just focus more on how to masturbate Robert with your hand while you fuck with him. Your friend here is an expert with that too.”
Donna picked a dildo the size of Robert’s dick, and squatted in front of Lisa’s mirror, and started to act like the pornstar. The mirror helped her getting it right. Ninon corrected her, improved her, and she kind of learned the trick of jerking off a dick when it was ramming her pussy. She just knew it would make Robert come faster. It was a useful trick to help her reach her quota.
“The problem is you’re trained to have sex with women, and now you’ll have to fuck a man.” Ninon explained, “It is so much different. Men come easy the first two three times, and then rapidly die out. Women usually go the other way around.”
“Also, women are more into the overall picture, the feelings, the words, the surrounding. With men it is just the looks, and the pressure on their dick.”
“The looks we’ll arrange tomorrow. Tonight, you’ll learn how to be a masturbation machine for men.”
Besides the gross comment, Donna was happy Ninon helped her both emotionally as well as physically.
Donna found it was much easier to satisfy men, as she watched the porn movies.
“For women men are indeed so much more predictable!” she thought as she saw the girl get a man to ejaculate once again.
“I knew this, I have been using this knowledge always through life, but it never was so clear to me. If you just look at sex the way I have been forced to, you see it so clearly.”
“You’ll have to be the innocent slut, the dumb housewife, who just happened to be horny for sex.” Ninon advised Donna, as they watched the pornstar act out a ‘secretary’ scene. “Men love that, even your hubby, trust me.”
Donna wondered about that. “Robert is a real family man.” she replied.
“Just watch him turn into a horny bastard when you act the slut.” Ninon replied confident “Men are weak, they’ll follow there dick anywhere ... You’ll just have to guide that dick and see him change.”
Donna didn’t really want to go into a discussion with Ninon and so left it like that. She believed her husband was different but knew it would be better not to mention that.
“They’ll only test him more when I object.” She feared.
Also, she kind of heard a bitter tone in Ninon’s voice, so she suspected she probably had some bad experiences with men, “Maybe her husband cheated on her?” she wondered.
So, Donna just went on with her training and tried to ‘learn’ as much as possible.
“How do men stay hard for so long.” She asked Ninon when another hot scene was played for them. Her porn star just got sprayed with cum after fucking the men with her cunt, her ass and her mouth.
“They don’t. “ Ninon replied, “They use stand-ins to suck his dick, or the porn star herself sucks him hard again when he fails. Famous male porn stars just can get it hard often and easier, but they’re not supermen with everlasting stamina.
“You’ll have to focus on acting, being the slut, with as only goal getting your man off. Now your sluttish behavior will have two purposes, it’ll give you the possibility to do all necessary to get him hard again, suck, hand job, and so on. On the other hand, your sluttish looks will help getting him into the mood all the time. You can dress sexy, flirt constantly with him. It’ll give you the possibility to take advantage of every opportunity.”
Donna nodded. She started to understand what she had to do. She agreed with Ninon it was the only way to get to her goal.
“And this pornstar you’ve chosen does act like the basic slut. Look at her innocent look when she sucks this guy.” The pornstar was indeed looking up with that kind of humble look, as if eager to please. Big eyes, eyebrows up, her hair brushed back. “That gets a man off instantly!”
In front of the large mirror Donna imitated the suck moves and noises of her ‘favorite’ pornstar. Ninon corrected, improved her ever so often. It surprised Donna she picked it up so fast. Deep throating as the girl did was not for her. Although she could already swallow a dildo. But the pornstar really throated the dicks she swallowed. You could see her throat spasm around the dicks.
“That’ll need some more practicing.” Ninon agreed, “But for Robert I think it is enough if you swallow his dick for a moment. That’ll surprise him, don’t you think?”
Donna nodded. if she did it, it would be the first time she swallowed his member, “I’ll have to act surprised or extremely horny if I do it.” Donna thought, “Else he’ll wonder how I learned to do it.”
“It is so much easier now I can fake an orgasm.” Donna told Ninon honestly. She pulled out the dildo she used, and sat down, pleased with another successful performance. “All I have to worry about is him coming. Coming a lot.”
“I think you’ll make it, Donna.” Ninon told her, “Let’s do one more scene, I just downloaded this clip, and we’re done. We’ll move to my room to finish up.”
Donna watched the last movie mimicking the moves in front of the computer. Ninon corrected her performance, but by now only a little. Donna had the hang of it and her imitations of the girl’s performance were perfect. The mirror and Ninon had done their job.
“I really look like a true slut.” Donna thought as she bent forward to the mirror (her ‘Robert’) and opened her mouth half letting out heavy breaths and moans to excite her husband. She was squatting and fucking the dildo with vigor, all the while squeezing it with her hand too, milking it. She amazed herself with her stamina. The whole night she had fucked in the most impossible positions, doing the work for two, and she still wasn’t really feeling tired.
And she was satisfied with how hot she looked. She could compare with the younger pornstar now she knew the moves, mastered the techniques she used. It made her feel proud, even though she knew she should be ashamed of herself.
She started to moan louder, just like in the video, and fell forward. Her left hand landed to the right of the mirror. She bent her arm, so her forearm was flat against the wooden closet door and her face close to the mirror. She faked her orgasm, just like the pornstar did. Meanwhile she vigorously pumped the dildo with her back body, her ass, and her right hand.
At that moment she heard a noise downstairs.
“Lisa!!!” She knew instantly. “She’s home, what time is it?”
She stopped her performance immediately and looked at the alarm clock next to Lisa’s bed. 2 o’clock. Ninon got up too.
“Let’s go to our room.” She turned off the monitor of the computer, while Donna frantically went through the room to pick up her stuff. The smell of her sex was everywhere in the room, but she had no time to fetch a spray, Lisa was already stumbling up the stairs.
“Quick!” Ninon urged her as she stood in the doorway, ready to turn off the light and close the door. A last look back, and Donna ran out of the room on her toes. Ninon ushered the naked woman into the guest room.
Just as they closed the door Lisa walked into the hallway.
“Close!” Donna smiled, relieved they made it. Her hart was bumping in her chest.
As Lisa stumbled through the hallway to her room Donna listened with her ear on the door, waiting for Lisa to go into her room and sleep. The lights in the guest room were off so she wouldn’t know they were still awake.
“She sounds drunk” Donna thought, “Drunk on a Thursday night! Tomorrow she has school. And I can’t go out of the room now to correct her, no matter how much I want to!” She wanted to ground Lisa for the rest of her life!!
Ninon meanwhile placed her hands on Donna’s shoulders, and slowly, gently, pushed her down. Donna knew what Ninon wanted and was disgusted by it.
“Not now?” She whispered softly, but Ninon silently pushed her further down. Donna didn’t want to object but was appalled that Ninon wanted her to satisfy her with her daughter so close. If she heard them...
Donna was on her knees before Lisa reached her room, still she didn’t want to lick Ninon.
Boom!
Ninon had forced her head against the door with her hips. Donna heard Lisa stop in her tracks, she knew she was looking at the door of the guest room now, and she heard Ninon slowly turn the knob of the door.
If the door swung open, she would fall backwards and naked into the hallway, Lisa would see her! Donna had no other choice than to lick the hips, pussy pressed against her face. She understood the threat.
Angry, humiliated she kissed the thighs of Ninon, and licked her way to the panties. Her hands pulled them aside and she licked the ring in the clit-hood of Ninon. She was very silent. She didn’t want to make any noise at all.
The eerie silence in the house indicated Lisa was listening silently in the hallway for more noise from the guest room. As she silently licked the lips of Ninon she heard her let go of the doorknob. She had prevented Ninon from opening the door, her mind still raced with thoughts of how it would have ruined her whole life, how much trouble she would have been in.
But her second problem, Lisa, didn’t go away. As she silently licked, she cursed her for waiting so long.
“What is she waiting for?” she thought. “Go into your room, lock the door, and sleep!”
Her hart jumped as she heard footsteps coming to the door. Lisa was approaching!
Ninon whispered, “Don’t you stop!” and her hand was back on the doorknob, ready to open the door.
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Once upon a time.... All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't...
Introduction: Jessaica and her father take a road trip to the small california town Stepford to try a special kind of exotic meat, Bassed on a fictional town (Stepford) in the game SecondLife. Stepford Meat Swap Story: #47 Copyright 2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the...
The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer flesh-toned hose. He thought he could make out a subtle seam...
Story: #47 Copyright ©2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the game Second Life called Stepford, I would like to thank Ariana RoeCastle, Emilie Muggins & Jerrol Jarvinen of Stepford for thier approval of this...
Clifford sat up in bed feeling the warm body lying next to him. He looked down at the shape in the near darkness. Janet. Christ, why did it have to be this way? He had loved Tracy, he still did. So why was he in Janet's bed? Why did he have sex with her? Four times? Not one of them was anything like the times he had been with Tracy, and yet... He got out of bed and made his way to the window, padding in his bare feet across the carpet. He slowly pulled open the curtains and looked out at...
The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmeceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I...
All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't feel fear anymore, just...
The Real Stepford Wives Brown Sugar by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmaceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I visited 'the...
Reddit Erin Ashford, aka r/ErinAshford! Erin Ashford is not a pornstar from a bygone age, nor is she a famous modern-day pornstar. She’s also not a semi-famous Twitch streamer gone nude, not an Instagram model that promotes flat tummy tea, and definitely not a XXX cam model. So who is she exactly, and why should you care about her? Truth be told, she isn’t really known outside of Reddit - she made her XXX debut on /r/GoneWild after posting a large selection of XXX pictures (and some videos) on...
Reddit NSFW ListAuthor’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...
Stepford brothers (change to sisters!) By bojok71 Author's notes: this story serves to plug a hole, in my view, of the credibility of the Stepford stories. What if someone came looking for a lost relative? The answer is simple, and forms part of this story. Story notes: this story is very close, for obvious reasons, to the original Stepford story. However, it's new enough to be considered a new read. It's as sexual and interesting as my other stories. Thanks again to Sarah Barndt for...
The next morning Forrest woke up at about 10 and woke me with a kiss on the lips. I surprised him by throwing my arms around him and deepening the kiss. I reached down under the covers and grabbed his balls. I played with them as I felt his dick start to harden. He did the same to me, squeezing my balls and moving them around in my loose sack, causing my dick to harden. Without a word, I grabbed my cloths and beckoned for him to do the same. After checking that his sister was still...
We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together. I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My...
Peggy Sanford stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel. As she walked across the lobby she noticed several males obviously checking her out. She smiled to herself as she walked across the long spacious lobby. It always pleased Peggy that she could still attract such attention. Not that she should be surprised, for a married mother of two in her late forties, Peggy was still a very beautiful woman. Her long brown hair framed a face that belied her age,...
It was the summer before my second year of high school when I got a call from Darci Smith asking me to meet her at the high school the next day to help her clean out the costume room. Now Darci is the drama club teacher and the art teacher. Every guy in the school wants to fuck her and masterbates to her. Darci is in her early thirties, married, and looks like she is still twenty one. She has nice mid size tits, a fine ass, big blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a pert little hard body and...
"There's a man here to see you, Mr. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force." Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." "Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." "What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk. "Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two...
Chapter 1 Stephen sighed as he watched the world go by. "I still don't see why we have to move," he told his wife as he turned to look at her. "Because honey, the company is opening a new store in Stepford and they asked me to run it," Emily replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "Besides, the offer was too good to turn down and the house came as part of the job," Emily continued. "I'd thought that you'd be proud of me," she added. "And I am. Really," Stephen added as his wife...
I had been working in the construction industry a week when the foreman called me to his office. As I made my way over I wondered what I could have done wrong. As it had gone clocking off time I was annoyed that the meeting would be eating in to my free time. 'Aah, come in.' he said as I stepped through the door. 'Have a seat.' His office was much neater than I thought it would be. As I looked around the room I noticed that there were no girlie pictures like I had seen plastered up everywhere...
GayA Tale of Submission By LindaK Day One - Linda's Arrival With butterflies in her stomach and clammy palms, Linda pulled into the driveway of the woman she had been conversing with for the past few weeks. As she checked her lipstick and hair in the visor mirror, she mentally checked off the requirements her soon-to-be domme had demanded. Her boy clit had been caged for the past week, the keys mailed to her Mistress and daily pictures demanded at random times had been provided...
Meeting at Bedford MillsI had often thought about my friend Simone in the years since we had been at school together. After I graduated, I had moved to New York to pursue my career and with a husband and children, I had lost touch with Simone, but I knew that she had married a rich man whom she had met at college, and that they lived in Greenwich, Connecticut, but they had no children. I had also heard from other former classmates who had met her, that she had a glamorous lifestyle, with...
Mary Pilson knew that her ‘uncle’ Walter was grooming her. ‘Uncle’ was a silly term that Mary’s mother used to describe the men who moved into their home to take advantage. Mary had no time for her uncles; she saw them for what they were, parasites and users. Mary’s mother could hardly make ends meet working as an usherette at the local cinema. Her good looks, curvy body and long legs ensured that she was well tipped by the male customers but she also attracted the sharks. Mary mostly...
We’re cruising along a wide and quiet suburban street. Green lawns stretch back from the pavement to the nice semi-detached homes. There’s a slim woman walking a large dog along the side of the road, and we pan around to look at her as we pass – it’s no-one we know, but we kind of wish we did! Then we’re looking forward again – seeing an intersection infront of us ... Then pulling up, looking out of the side window right at a single story, flat-roofed building. A sign outside reads,...
September 1981, Milford, Ohio Friday was routine until lunchtime. Afternoon classes had been canceled for both Elyse and me because of the Labor Day weekend, so I drove back to the apartment instead of having lunch on campus. Elyse and I packed our overnight bags and waited for Kathy and Bethany, who arrived as planned, and we left Chicago just before 4:00pm. It was my goal to make the trip to Milford in just under five and a half hours, which I could do if we grabbed fast food on the way...
Lonely nights give birth to questions. Who was she? Ah yes, her name was Buffy Summers. She remembered, of course. And yes, there was this huge, sinister realm of dark creatures. Somewhere - as a backcloth to her memories - there was this world of magical, supernatural powers. With its leering faces, angelic eyes. It was her world, her magic. Or was it? Who was she? Her body lay stretched in darkness. It felt like a smoldering fire. She felt the bruises, of course. She felt the heat in...
My Wife's First Day at the Academy My wife Julie when in her 20s had been obsessed with the internet, and all the possibilities of kinky sexual encounters that this new wonderful medium presented. She, at the time was a very attractive dark headed girl that looked much like a young Liz Taylor. She had 36”DD breasts, a 23” waist and an over indulged full 37” and very ripe round ass, the kind exactly like J'Lo's that would be just perfect to abuse. But her real...
Henry Cohen was reflecting on the changes in his life since being extracted from Earth. He abhorred violence. He didn't even watch American football, and hockey was totally out of the question. Had it not been for his intelligence and overdeveloped senses of loyalty and compassion he would not have qualified as a volunteer. His distaste for violence was noted during his placement interviews, and the AI tactfully suggested that he be offered a Civil Service posting. Henry's sophistication...
Unfortunately, our arrival at the Marine Command Ship in orbit around Mars alerted all my paranoid instincts that someone believed that we might be investigating something. Our reception was far too formal for a single commander and his protégé, and we were immediately informed that a Major Dupont was waiting for us. I did not know the man, but the instant he walked up, all my instincts went into overdrive. The man's unit insignia on his right arm indicated that he worked in Naval...
It was the electronic chirp of a cellphone text message that first stirred Peggy Sanford from a state of excessive alcohol and strenuous sexual activity induced sleep to a state of semi-conscious awareness. The first thing she recognized was that she was not the only one lying in the bed. She felt the warm embrace of a delicate arm draped across her chest, a set of soft full breasts pressing up against her back, a smooth hairless pelvis nuzzled up against her buttocks and a tone fit leg...
Author’s Note: These stories are a continuation of member/author Walterio’s excellent 12 part series, Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman and his extra story Peggy Sanford and the Secret Society. After I read his stories all I could think was ‘That was hot! I wish I was her.’ Walterio wrote these in response to member/author Peggy46’s invitation to anyone to continue or add to the stories that she wrote about herself and her wild sex life. I tried to fill in enough background information to make this...
“Thank you ... Zax”. A middle aged woman with a combed black hair and a bit of weight around her waist walked toward him with hands down and holding one another. “You shouldn’t, Mrs. Inoki “. Zax shook his head. The woman was the mother of his childhood friends, Weysey Inoki. Mrs. Inoki came to stand beside him, but her view was on the large group of children having the time of their life fighting the living snowmen. “Our home is at the periphery of us, newcomers’ huts. The hut next to us...
Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake. "Mike?" she called. "Yeah?" her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a pretty sight?" he said. "Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," she said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid-section, his flaccid...
Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...
Lamax system was only 61 lightyears distant to Faysummit system. Meaning the superfast Colt reached Faysummit only 136 minutes. Roy was getting more anxious by the moment. The closer he got the more he felt convinced that his mother was close and that she was in great peril. The Colt was brand-new and by law, it was his ship. The Phantasian who piloted the ride was an employee or more precise a contractor. Tanya was right, this passenger cabin was not big enough for Partner, but then this...
This is a true story and happened recently. I am bi and enjoy sucking and being sucked by guys occasionally. But on the odd occasion I het so horny that I need fucking. A couple of weeks ago it was early evening and I found myself heading to a cruising spot where I have met guys before. I parked up in a layby. it was stil light, and it was quiet. Eventually a white van came slowly driving by, as he passed I flashed my indicators a few times. He pessed his break lights a few times and we had an...
I believe every woman should take the time to make her man feel like he is the man of her dreams, her fantasies, her hero. Preparing herself with loving attention and care in anticipation of the devotion she hopes he will shower upon her will only serve to enhance a wonderful enchanted evening. This story is dedicated to every young man who desires to awaken long-restrained passions in an older woman, to allow her to once again enjoy being a woman, generously showering her with loving...
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won’t believe this and normally I wouldn’t admit to it, but I am Otis’ cock slave. There really isn’t any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband’s warehouses. This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met...
This week, we start the show with establishing shots of the most boring suburban estate you could ever hope to see. Lots of ‘nice’ double story semi-detached homes, each with their own little square of grass and concrete driveway out front, separated from the public footpath by low brick walls. We can see a chunky, out of breath looking man walking along the street toward us, perky, elegant and mean-looking Doberman by his side ... This week’s host – the love-him-or-hate-him Cockney geezer –...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and you can see Peggy’s profile and photo under...
Businessman Is Forcibly Transformed Into A Sissy By Sissycuckold It was a warm summer's day when it all began; I was a successful 34 year old, businessman man, with a large house, flash car, and a beautiful wife. As it was a Sunday I was out for any early morning walk, having just finished making love to my 27 year old wife Lorna, when suddenly a large black car screeched to a halt just before me. In a flash 4 burly men jumped out and I was unceremoniously...
by the Perv Otaku CHAPTER 1: ARRIVAL The ringing of the telephone woke her. Claire turned to check the clock. Just after 3 a.m. Damn. Now she wished she hadn’t stayed up later than usual. She rolled over and answered the phone with a sleepy "Hello?" "Dr. Thompson, it’s Major Jeffers. I apologize for the late hour, but we've got an incoming for you." Of course they did. There was no other reason for him to call at 3 am. "What's the ETA?" She asked, hoping for a little more...
and shorts; his cock and balls swaying in front of him. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol's silky cunt-hair, flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their view. Then she stuck her tongue up inside it. Carol groaned happily and bucked her hips. John was standing over them now, stroking his thick cock while he gazed dreamily down at his sister's inviting pussy. Pushing a finger back up inside Carol's dewy cunt, Mary explored its...
"My parents are celebrating their anniversary this weekend, and they're planning a family party. I'd like to take tomorrow off and fly down - if it's alright with you, of course." Lucy Parsons came around the desk and stood close to him. He caught a flash of tanned thigh as her skirt flap parted. "This must be a first. A new lawyer showing consideration for the firm." "Isn't that the way it's done?" "Not usually. Young lawyers are a fairly arrogant lot, and favors...
Hello Everyone This is pradeep back again with the continuation of my first submission(IT’s NOT JUST LOVE MAKING),And people who does not read my first story please I request you to read my previous submission which was the first part,so that you can have a great brief introduction of the my story which im gonna share you all. So to say about me,I am Pradeep (Name Changed),From (Vadapalani) Chennai.Iam 21 years old and i am living in a private home.I am 5.9 with athlete body and average in...
I was young for my post but I had been doing it as a deputy it for several years with the old sheriff's forester. My father was a baron but I was only a younger son so I was not going to inherit. I carried the heavy stag into kitchen and ignored the quiet that fell. I shifted it off my shoulder and onto the large butcher table, "I took this from a poacher Anna." She wiped her hands as she crossed the kitchen, "how long..." I snorted as headed into the Keep, "a half day." When I...
September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...
The studio lights go up, the audience cheers and applauds. Max Weinman, the slick studio host, launches into his well-rehearsed patter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to another game of Beat the Forfeit. As always, we have two couples competing for tonight's jackpot of one hundred thousand pounds. First, in the studio, we have Jim and Russell. Let's meet them." Two men stand behind smart game-show lecterns each displaying a score of zero. Max touches the collar of his open necked shirt, tugs...
My beautiful sister Rachel had fed me dinner in our, soon to arrive, guest’s new bed; her kind ministrations, an attempt to make up for her previous molestation. Rach had left me to go return the tray of dirty dishes to the kitchen. I could feel some strength returning to me; the food and long nap having done their job. I gingerly stood; my legs managing with only a slight wobble. I spent a few moments getting myself steady, and then walked slowly to Rach’s door. I went to the...
Lisa's head swam. She was so damn horny it was difficult for her to think straight. Every inch of her skin felt alive and sensitive. Her puffy and extended nipples even more so. Her cock ached with pleasure even as permanently limp as it now was. Even her balls, shriveled and atrophied as they now were, also ached with pleasure. Her ass was even worse. It felt empty now that Master Carl had removed the plug. Not that the plug helped much with that horniness. Oh, it filled her up...
We’re in the boring, flat, concrete car park, surrounded by boring family cars, looking at the boring red-brick buildings that combine to form the Beddingham International School. But here comes the excitement... She’s sexy, with a fuck-me-but-don’t-fuck-with-me face and long blonde hair is swept around to the side of her head and hangs infront of one shoulder. Her accent, friendly southern English but with a distinct Eastern European edge. “Hello, and welcome to a new series of ‘The...
South of Bikini Episode 4 "Her Arrival" 2313 hours, Howland Island, April 14th, 1944 "Are you sure you want us to leave you here, Admiral? We can drop y'all off at Pearl just as easy." I thought it too late for the Admiral to be leaving the safety of Sand Dollar. "I'll be fine, Alex! I'll call for a PBY to come get me in the morning! I have a lot of work to do both paper and otherwise, to get the ball rolling on...
(Fictional story told from Female point of view) My husband Ron and I like to play sexual games. One game that we sometimes play is Forfeits, this is where I am given some task to fulfil and if I fail I have to take a note from the Lucky Dip jar and act out whatever is written on it. These have ranged from relatively mild things, such as leaving off my panties and flashing my nakedness in a pub, to very severe things like inviting a strange Master from a sex contact mag, to come and beat me....