Incredible ChangesChapter 29 Clinic Day 2 Continues
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The storekeeper was not inclined to be generous and offer me additional books. He was willing to give us a ride in his wagon to Canard’s tavern after my mother’s little show degrading herself by sucking horse cock. My mother genuinely appeared contrite and humiliated by what she had done. It was the first time I had seen that look on her face it quite some time. It pleased me to know that even she could feel shame.
We had been gone a long time, and Canard would probably be angry with us for skipping out on work.
I told Connasse that the good news was that she could put our packages in the back of the wagon. The bad news was that she had to run behind the wagon with a rope around her neck. She begged me to have mercy on her and said that she would get arrested. She warned me that I would be arrested as well.
“You might just get excommunicated too! If you don’t obey me, perhaps I will ask this man to drag you behind the wagon to L’église de la Madeleine and bring you before a Priest?” I assured her. My mother’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Please Maitre’ Encule!” she begged.
“The Priests would tell me that the only way the Lord would pardon me for my negligence towards keeping you in line is to beat and humiliate you further instead of expecting others to expatiate you for me,” I told her. I had heard Esmeralda and Carmen tell me that the night before in their own tale of woe and misery.
“Yes, and the Prison would offer a reward for turning you in. He would be a hero like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn,” Jacques smiled and held his suspenders like a fancy gentleman might strut down the fairway.
My mother never had the patience to hear the stories of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, but she didn’t doubt our words.
The book store was located in a particularly posh and refined part of Paris. I permitted her to wear her chemise over the leather harness and bells. My mother ran behind the cart while we sat with the shopkeeper and laughed at her stumbles. If we stopped, I insisted she high step while we sat idle and waited.
She received many scandalous looks from the highborn men and women but smiles as well. Her tits and buttocks were often exposed when she high stepped.
I leafed through the smutty Magazine and looked at the picture of the dancer in pony dress. Her tits, pussy, and even buttocks were completely covered. It occurred me to that the striptease was more entertaining if the woman starts wearing clothes and loses a little at a time.
By the time we reached the Beaubourg Quartier, I had my mother’s top-down and her breasts exposed while she tried to keep up with the cart. The decadent clientele who frequent the Maisons took notice of us because of our audacity. The stately brothels cater to the wealthy, but they are also men who sometimes seek the novel. I took the opportunity to play the role of the boisterous ringmaster once again and invited them to Canard’s tavern. I could not give precise directions but instead asked them to follow.
By the time we reached the winding alleyways, we had three carts behind a man on horseback and us. I stripped my mother fully so that she was only wearing pony regalia. “Hiiii, Hiiii,” she whinnied and stamped her foot when we stopped.
“Where have you two Orphelines been hiding? There is work that needed to be done. Wood needed to be collected for the fire, and a barrel of ale arrived that needs to be brought inside and tapped!” Canard initially chastised us.
Once he realized we had brought paying customers, he was far more amenable to us. These were wealthy customers who were accustomed to high-end prostitutes. I thought they may take one look at the tavern and think it would collapse on them or that a rat would jump out and bite them. However, the customers were in the market for something novel and exciting.
I unharnessed Connasse and put her through her pony steps. I whipped her ass with the bullwhip and offered her a carrot. When she went to bite it, I shoved it up her ass. The men laughed.
“There is more pussy inside! Would you like to see the human cow? Would you like to milk her or fuck her? She’ll do both!” I said as I offered Esmeralda.
“How about her sister, the human-pig? Want to make her squeal? Want to slap her fat tits?” I said.
Jacques went inside and made his mother and Aunt ready by stripping them and binding them.
“Non, we are happy to fuck and suck anyone for coin. It is pleasurable to me, but I will not be treated like a cow night after night!” Esmeralda stamped her foot angrily.
“Fine, I shall ask the shopkeeper to take me to the priest at L’église de la Madeleine. I am sure they can confirm with the parish in Gascogne your identities,” Jacques said.
“Just don’t tear off my clothes OR my titties,” Esmeralda undressed in her own time and got on her hands and knees to await her milking.
“I am to be a pig?” Carmen was already naked. She didn’t need the further threat of ex-communication. The two women were amoral hedonists, but they believed ex-communication would prevent them from reaching Heaven.
“Perhaps you’d rather be a snake?” Jacques wrapped a cord around his aunt’s ankles, legs, thighs, and arms, tying her up tightly. He made Carmen slither about and undulate like a snake on the dirty floor. “Siff, siff!” he kicked her and made her hiss like a snake. She had to wiggle her pretty ass and grind her tits into the dirty tavern floor beneath her.
Jacques grabbed Sabine by her arms and started to strip her naked. She kicked him.
“I am not going under threat to be excommunicated or prison! You need someone to serve the ale!” she assured him.
“We need someone these horny men can plug when they are horny!” he ripped off her bodice and then lifted her skirts. He lashed his cousin to the table much the same way I tied Connasse the night before. He bound her long hair and ankles to the table and exposed her pussy and asshole.
“Lard! Lard!” she begged her cousin to apply some grease to her anus and pussy so she could endure the fingering and fucking she was going to receive tonight.
“You will refer to me as Maitre Tom Sawyer,” he said.
“I will refer to you as Maitre’ Connard (Bastard),” she insisted angrily while he unceremoniously thrust a dollop of cooking lard between her legs.
“Yes, that will do nicely!” Jacques accepted the stage name, Maitre Connard. It matched so perfectly my alias of Maitre Encule.
I had the crowd warmed up while I made my mother put her hands in front of her tits and squat with her tongue out like a puppy and then roll over like a dog.
There was no haggling tonight with Canard. Usually, a customer haggled and chose their favorite girl to fuck. They did not stay long. The customers wanted to reach orgasm and leave without any hassle so they could get home to their wives.
Everyone paid the same to enter the tavern, and everyone took a turn playing with all the women. My mother was something of a floor show. She performed in the alley, and occasionally I told her to lick someone’s pecker and give them a hand-job so she could lick up their cum.
The other customers were so intrigued that they paid to enter the tavern. There they milked Esmeralda and treated her like a cow. They smacked her ass and prodded her around the tavern while her tits leaked on the ground.
Jacques rubbed Carmen down with lard so that she could slither around men like an exotic belly-dancer and eventually end up sucking their cocks while they laughed at her humiliation. Her dark nipples became engorged; the more she dragged them across the wooden floor while she wormed around.
The men were entertained, and if they reached a point, they wanted to cum, they usually dumped their load in Sabine while she was tied to the table. Some of the men fucked Esmeralda while she was on all fours as they squeezed her great tits. She seemed to enjoy it by the end of the night.
I beat my mother and choke fucked her while making her act like various circus animals. The crowd particularly liked it when Connasse acted like a sexualized version of a lion and an elephant. The men found this degrading display to be humorous and novel.
Canard wanted to run off the local drunks and street urchins because they were not paying customers. I told him to let them stay. The impression that there was a crowd only added to the spectacle. I played the part of the expert showman.
“This is not the main attraction! We have so much more to show you!” I said as I brought my mother inside and gave her a water torture with fluid from a very full chamber pot.
I sent Esmeralda outside on her hands and knees to graze like a cow and drag her tits in the mud. I put a large radish in her asshole. The acid from the radish gave her spasms.
“That radish was intended for our soup, but it was a lot of fun to watch her jerk and twist,” Canard had a great time. He was initially charging by the mug for ale. It took some convincing, but I told him that the ale was mostly water anyway. “Include it in the price of admission,” I said.
“That will ruin me! What if we have a drunk drink it all like a fish,” he said.
“A happy customer will come back. Give them one price and let them use whatever girl is free. Then you don’t have to worry about filling mugs. Let them pour it themselves. Most will only drink a single mug anyway once they taste how bitter it is,” I smiled.
Canard was a penny pincher and a miser. He wanted nothing to do with that idea.
“If he drinks so much he passes out, I am sure you can find a gratuity for your hospitality in his pockets?” I assured him. “If he doesn’t pass out, you can still kick him out. Tell the men they can only stay until they have an orgasm, and then they have to pay again if they want to return,” I said.
Canard was skeptical at first, but he soon discovered that this model was very successful. The wealthy customers left and told their compatriots. We had never had seven customers at one time in the tavern while I lived there. That night we had that many and sometimes as many as nine.
I hung my mother in the doorway upside down and made her welcome the customers like a wind chime. She was expected to unbuckle their breaches and lick cocks as men walked in.
I tied tight cords around Esmeralda’s tits and called her Le Vache (Cow) from then on. The nickname stuck.
Carmen became Le Cochon (pig) as well. I trussed her up like a pig. I used some sap to fashion a length of rope like a curly tail and shoved it in her ass. I used a pair of clips to push her nose up and then tied a string over her head to the tail in her ass. It gave the impression of a great snout and made most men laugh hysterically. It did not keep any from using her pussy, though.
Canard named Sabine. I guess he felt all the girls needed new names. He called her Pouffiasse, which meant she was puffy because of her nipples. It didn’t fit with the barnyard or circus animals theme, but he laughed so loud whenever he said it that his belly shook. I could not argue with that.
I strapped Sabine’s arms to her thighs and attached feathers to her tits and cunt and then made her squawk like a chicken while flapping her arms. Men stopped and fucked her pretty face with their cocks.
I tied my mother to the table to relieve Sabine. The customers could be extremely fickle and seemed to want variety. I found it helped to change the women’s roles and keep one of them tied to the table at all times for men to dump their cum into them.
That night Canard made more money than he had made in a single month. The women’s assholes and pussies were sore, and they all had cum on their faces, and their bodies were well-whipped. We were all exhausted, but my adrenalin was pumping through my veins. This was show business as I imagined it. I felt as if we performed an ad-hoc play without any script.
“Please, it is late, Canard! Untie this strap from my tits before they fall off, “Esmeralda said she tired of this game and wanted to play with herself before she fell asleep.
“Wine, wine, wine,” Carmen begged as she rubbed her buttocks.
Sabine was still strapped up like a chicken, but someone had plucked all her feathers, and she was naked.
My mother groaned on the floor. She had been bound tightly so that her arms were wrapped around her. The customers used her as a piss bucket for the final hour of the show.
Canard had no particular desire to punish these women further. He was going to untie them.
“Non, keep them bound tonight,” I said.
“You think they will run off after they see how much money they have?” Canard hefted a fat purse of coin that he would divide amongst us.
“They asked for wine,” I said. We had a few bottles of cheap wine. I poured some in the chamber pot.
“Hey, that is good wine! Why would you waste it?” Esmeralda glared at me. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she had a rod up her ass.
“You wanted wine, and you will drink,” I poured the contents into her mouth. She choked and gasped at the wine-soaked piss.
“I think it improved the flavor,” she said as the purple liquid dribbled down her chin when I took it away. I fed each of them even Sabine the same way. She was not going to talk to me now. I decided I might as well be the bastard they said we were.
“I am Maitre Encule,” I touched my shirt after I gave each of them a drink. This is how things are now. You will be paid your share of the earnings. I will make sure that Canard does not fine you or make you take loans to repay him. Instead, this money will be placed in a bank in your name,” I said.
Canard squawked like I had just cut off his balls.
“You will not be permitted to spend it as you see fit. This is for your own good. You are dumb whores who do not know what is best with that money,” I insisted. It may have been the fact that I was wearing fancier clothes, but the women didn’t protest my new rules.
“You will be tied up at night. You will all be trained to do the cleaning. You will not talk back to us, or you will face the consequences. You will be beaten daily,” I said.
“You are no better than Matthew,” Esmeralda spat on the floor.
I pushed her face down into her spittle and made her lap it up.
“I am not stupid or impotent. I am going to train you with a purpose. You will become humble, obedient, and less unpleasant. You will be provided food when you work and shelter. We will beat you, but we will treat you better than the prisons or the convents ever would,” I said.
When that didn’t seem to win them over, I pointed out that in a year, they would be rich.
There was a collective celebration, and even Sabine cracked a smile.
“If we are going to be beaten and milked, anyway we may as well make the coin, Sister,” Esmeralda told Carmen.
“Siff-siff,” Carmen flicked out her tongue.
That night I tied all four of them up and hung them from the rafters. I found a night hanging tied up wrist to ankles with legs apart, and then being caned in the morning did wonders for their attitude.
No one slept in the next morning. Carmen and Esmeralda were difficult at first, but they knew how to clean. It took some effort to teach them to clean with sponges in their mouth and attached to their tits.
They carried the firewood and did the heavy chores Jacques and I normally did. It gave me time to read my new book to him. Jacques would occasionally get bored. Naturally, when David married Dora and discovered she knew nothing of housekeeping, I pretended that Mr. and Mrs. Spenlow approved of him applying a generous application of discipline to her ass and keeping her like Connasse.
“Yes, he could save money on servants that way! I bet Uriah Heep wished he had a wife such as Dora after that,” Jacques shook his fist in the air in triumph. It did make for a much more fascinating read to pretend there were a lot of naughty bits in the story.
The next day I paraded my mother and Le Cochon (Carmen) through the streets of the quartier to dredge up more business. I had them both topless running down Rue de Renard. Guardsmen were few and infrequent in this part of town. However, two sluts dressed like ponies do attract attention.
A small bribe and the offering to suck their cocks in an alley was all we needed to get the guards to pretend they were still looking for us and had not found us.
Le Maquereau and his goon were not quite so easy to fool. The pimp chased us and warned us that this time, we could not hit them from behind.
“That is not what your mother told me last night,” Jacques shouted an insult that insinuated Le Maquereau’s mother allowed him to fuck her in the ass.
“My mother is one of the finest courtesans in all of Paris. I doubt you have the funds to fuck her,” Le Maquereau did not understand the insult.
He was devious but not particularly intelligent. He chased us, and as we ran, we forced my mother and Le Cochon to run behind us. Their tits were flapping and bouncing as their chemises flew up and revealed the horse-tack underneath.
“Wait, wait! I just want to talk,” Le Maquereau insisted.
“That is not what your mother said last night,” Jacques tried the insult again.
“I doubt very much that you spoke with my mother last night,” Le Maquereau dashed after us. We could have easily eluded them if we didn’t have the two nearly naked women dragging behind us.
“We beat you once, we can do it again! Just like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn,” Jacques put up his fist.
“Fight? Non, we want to be business partners,” he said. I did not trust this weasel as far as I could throw him.
“We have money and connections. We can move this little show out of Canard’s tavern. We have three whores that you can teach your wicked little games and play with. Add that to these two, and we can make a fortune,” Le Maquereau promised us. He did have a proper tavern that would be much more conducive to exotic shows like ours.
I was not pledged to Canard, but he took us in, and I felt that the greedy old whore monger was something of a father figure to me.
“Non!” I insisted.
“You haven’t even heard our offer! We should talk details,” Le Maquereau tweaked his thin waxed mustache and smiled devilishly at me. He told us he could go to Canard, but he knows that I am the one who came up with the ideas. “Canard would not think twice about selling you out,” he insisted.
I did not believe him, and I passed on the offer to discuss it further. Jacques was impressed with my loyalty, but he slapped me. “The idea is to get a fortune. Tom and Huck! That is you and me. You didn’t even ask me,” he looked sore about it.
“Yes, but I knew you don’t like Le Maquereau,” I said.
“I like money, though. What would be the harm in hearing his offer?” he asked.
“Canard, I know. What would stop Le Maquereau from learning what we do and then cutting us out completely?” I asked.
Jacques admitted that it was a fair point. We returned and whipped the girls while we prepared for the night’s show.
The rumors that we were doing exotic things grew, as did our profits. That second night we were far better prepared and stocked. Ale was now free, but a bottle of wine cost extra. We stuck a bottle up each of the women’s asses and made them crawl around.
We practiced with them until they all knew how to play Elephants, ponies, and pigs. I strapped a dildo to Le Vache’s (Esmeralada’s) head and called her a Rhino. I taught her to stamp her foot and then kick dust behind her before charging into her sister’s cunt with the dildo.
Some customers called her a Unicorn and others a one-horned goat. They all thought it was glorious erotic fun when she jabbed the dildo into her sister’s freshly shaved twat and fucked her with her head.
We tarred and feathered Sabine around her cunt and tits so that it took much longer to pluck her. I shoved a boiled egg up her ass and made her bawk-bawk and flap her wings during the floor show. At a certain point, she squatted her ass on the dirt. Then the young girl laid the egg by pushing it out her asshole. She received a standing ovation from the dozen or so men waiting their turn to enter the tavern. Sabine was elated and crowed “Pouffiasse!” at the end of her performance.
My mother was the one who endured the most punishment and humiliation. The other girls dripped cum from their cunts directly in her mouth or on the floor, and she lapped it up like it was a magic potion from the Fountain of Youth. It wasn’t until late that night that I realized that many of the customers had brought their horses.
“At Canard’s tavern, we serve the rich and your manservants equally! How many of you want us to serve your horses?” I asked.
At first, they did not realize what I meant, and I gave them a demonstration. I made my mother kneel and lick the tip of a horse cock that I rested between her tits. She had to hold her ass cheeks apart until I gave the order to give the horse a handjob. The horse whinnied and neighed, and I thought he would kick himself free. My mother sternly jerked him off and spilled a copious amount of seed in the alley.
Then she licked up the cum like a true whore, and men applauded and laughed at her. We charged half of what we charged for a man to enter the tavern for my mother to provide that treatment to a man’s horse. If he had more than one and wanted her to do all of them, we lowered the price even further.
It was a fantastic business idea! Men watching this happen outside the tavern were excited to find out what happened inside the tavern. They assumed the debauchery of our freak show would only be more intense once they paid for the ticket!
Over the next three months, we continued the discipline with very little complaint from the women. I purchased matching dilators and let them masturbate in the day after they did their chores. We fed them wine in the chamberpots but reserved the most disgusting ones for Connasse. We made them sleep bound and suspended from the floor. I stuffed bronzed rods down their throat at night.
We also purchased more bondage gear from stores I learned about when Fabienne took me shopping. I found a Chinese gag that could be strapped to a woman’s face, and any time she tries to talk, she makes bird calls.
“Gentlemen! Imagine how wonderful your life would be if your wife had one of these miracles from the Orient strapped to her head. Anytime she gossips or wishes to complain, all you can hear is the serene sounds of a nightingale no matter how the slut protests!” I would say to an excited crowd.
The women stopped referring to themselves by their old names. Le Vache and Le Cochon had a following of regular customers who loved to watch them fuck each other. At times, I’d tie them together and make them wrestle in the mud like two pigs bound together. I once stuck a rod in Le Vache’s asshole and then made Le Cochon stick the other end of the rod up her ass. I made them slide down the middle so that their asses were touching. I called them Siamese pigs and lined men up to fuck their mouths from both sides. It went over quite well!
“Maitre Encule, may I have permission to speak?” Pouffiasse asked me while she crawled on the floor, scrubbing it with her backside. Her tits were not big enough for a sponge, so I strapped it to her ass and made her wiggle obscenely with her legs spread while the others crawled face down.
“If it does not bore me,” I had the cane in my hand, and I moved to strike her as I gave her permission to speak.
“I meant to thank you,” she said. I withheld my cane as I waited for her to say something snarky or sarcastic. The whores could not help themselves sometimes. Even though we beat them regularly, they could still be cranky and try to find ways to undermine our confidence. I told her to continue.
“I was just Sabine, the scullery maid, and sometimes whore when you met me. I am Pouffiasse le Poulette” (Fancy bitch the chicken), she said.
Her mother rolled her eyes because it seemed Sabine was sucking up to me. The women tried to manipulate us into mercy by fawning over us almost as much as they were insolent. I warned Sabine about that.
“I understand, and if you wish to beat me, then I will endure the lash, but I wanted to express my gratitude. I have come to see you both as Maitre Encule and Maitre Connard now,” Sabine included Jacques in her gratitude. “I look forward to each night now. I didn’t at first. It was dreadful and painful. I was mortified the first time a man plucked me of all my feathers. Now, I wish you would cover me in feathers, so they have to take longer to undress me. I am liberated by these chains,” she said as she referenced the chain and padlock we had put around all of their necks.
“I used to think I was fortunate that Matthew did not hang me in the barn as he did my mother and Aunt. I realize now that they were free to be disgusting whores as long as they were willing to face the consequences. I am free to be as filthy and vulgar as I want here. I do not fear prison or the convent now except to say that they may not be as creative in the fashion in which I am tortured or made to repent,” she said.
I did not whip her. I patted her head like one would a loyal puppy and told her that I appreciated the kind words.
We modified the tavern over the next two months. The table was removed and replaced with a raised stage so that a girl could be more easily seen at cock level. We kept someone exposed and vulnerable on the stage. Canard brought in two additional whores from Amsterdam who spoke very little French. They were dumb as stones, but they had pretty faces and long blonde hair. Their only role was to be bound and exposed so they could be fucked all night.
Their names were Heidi and Ingrid. I renamed them Lapine (Bunny) and Patate (potato). They were both pretty but quite stupid. Potato was the most dim-witted. They were compliant and willing to be whipped for the amusement of the spectators, and that was all that mattered to me. It was arousing seeing the dumb expressions on their faces as spit dribbled from their chins down to their ample bosoms while they were getting throat-fucked by our customers.
They had delightful assholes too. It was obvious whoever used them before had stretched them out almost as well as Connasse. I frequently shoved carrots and turnips up their pink asses before feeding them to my mother.
We added a trough to the front of the tavern and made the girls bend over it like pigs to eat scraps for the customer’s amusement while they waited. Men could pay to hand-feed the girl’s ripe fruit or shove it up their ass if they so desired.
We put in a new floor and added some additional lights. We got rid of the straw beds and put in bondage racks to tie the women up so that they could be fucked. I tried my hardest to imagine what Matthew’s catapult looked like and made the girls conduct contests to see who could endure more beatings from each other.
In the meantime, I collected many more books. I was inspired by smutty novels such as the Lustful Turk.
The novel consists largely of a series of letters written by its heroine, Emily Barlow, to her friend, Sylvia Carey. When Emily sailed from England for India in June 1814, her ship is attacked by Moorish pirates, and she is taken to the harem of Ali, dey of Algiers. Ali subjects her to his will, awakening her sexual passions. Emily’s debasement continues when Ali insists on anal sex, arousing the horror of her correspondent Sylvia, who expresses her indignation at Ali’s behavior. Ali arranges for Sylvia to be abducted and brought to the slave market of Algiers as well. After an elaborate charade in which Ali pretends to be a sympathetic Frenchman, bidding to save her from sexual slavery, and engaging her in a fake marriage, he deflowers her and awakens her sexuality, as he had done with Emily.
I won’t spoil the ending for you but the European women’s embracing serving the heathen Sultan reminded me of Pouffiasse’s speech of gratitude for keeping her as a pet.
I had more than enough to fund my reading and to purchase additional whips and torture implements. I found ways to use garden implements and horse tack and livery to humiliate and punish the women in novel and wicked ways.
I also found myself frequently reading The Mysteries of Verbena House by Etonensis. It was entirely naughty and it is notable that much attention is lavished, in the book, on women’s underwear, in which the author expresses great interest and which Ashbee hopes will have historical interest to future readers. In Ashbee’s judgement the book (or the first part of it at least) is “acceptable, nay even entertaining” and “one of the best books of its kind”
The book is set at Verbena House, an exclusive girls’ school in Brighton, and concerns the flogging of a schoolgirl called Miss Bellasis, who has stolen two gold coins from another pupil. Whilst searching for the missing coins through the pupils’ desks, two other schoolgirls are found in possession of incriminating material: Miss Hazletine has hidden away a bottle of gin and Miss Hatherton has in her possession a pornographic book. The wardeness, Miss Sinclair, is at first reluctant to flog the girls for their misdemeanours but defers to the wisdom in these matters of the German and French teachers and of her spiritual advisor the Rev. Arthur Calvedon. The latter relates his experiences of flogging at Eton and wishes to witness the birching of Miss Bellasis.
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Straight SexThe weekend was over, I had to return to school, I was afraid the some one new about what Daniel, Bruce and Charlie had done to me. I decided at the spur of the moment to play hooky and not go to school. I ran in to acquaintance of a friend, I knew he didn't know me well and hoped that he didn't know Daniel , Bruce or Charlie. Willie E. is his name, we both was close to the same height and weight, Willie suggested that we go over to a local park till his folks got off to work. We sat in the...
There was several bank wallets containing a mixture of bank notes, a quick calculation brought the amount to just under a thousand pounds. There were several documents and a passport made out to the name of Cyril Metcalf. Very interesting I thought, why would he need a passport? I closed the safe and locked it, where to go from here? I mused, I was absently looking at the safe key in my hand, "that's it, if our friend can't get into the safe the money and passport are worthless to him....
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My brother is at practice, and my parents aren’t home from work yet. I’m naked, as I usually am when I have the house to myself, and I go into my brother’s bedroom. I snoop around in his stuff, looking for anything he might be trying to hide but don’t find anything new. I put on one of his hockey jerseys and lie on his bed. I begin touching myself between my legs. My clit is hard as I tease it and flick it. I’m in no hurry, I have at least another hour so I can afford to take it slow and...
Thanks go out to 'Techsan' for his editing and suggestions. Damn authors! Always playing head games. I don't even know what I believe anymore. It all started a few years ago when I started reading erotic stories. After twenty plus years of marriage the sex wasn't happening as often as I liked. So after fifteen thousand arguments with the little woman I just said, "Hell with it." If she didn't want to do it that often, then I would at least read about it. I always thought I knew what...
They were deeply in love with each other. Becky was Catholic and a virgin on her wedding night. She also would not use birth control, fortunately she had a tilted uterus which they did not learn for a year, but it prevented her from becoming pregnet. Becky was hot 5’4” tall about 105 lbs natural redhead, pure ivory Becky and Gill were newlyweds, just out of high school, they were just 18 a young innocent couple, that white skin unless she spent time out in the sun and her freckles came out. She...
I have always been extra friendly toward a longtime friend of mine called Dwayne. He’s one of my past lovers. John and he have also become close friends. However, we do keep in contact thanks to the internet and cell phones. I also know that my feelings fuel John’s ultimate fantasy a threesome. Although we have yet to do a FMF, he loves watching another man fuck me. I’d do that in a heartbeat with Dwayne, but he lives out of state. It has never happened, until now. One Friday, while...
“I’m goin’ to town for supplies. Leaving in five minutes so y’all best get ready,” Pa announced after breakfast. “Not me, I’ve got baking to do,” Ma said. “Well, we can’t miss that, that’s for sure,” Pa laughed. “Boy, how ‘bout you? Want to see those purty town girls?” Pa asked, laughing harder. “Nope. I’m going to fix that harrow.” “What? No one wants to go to town.” Ma and I both shook our heads. “Farmers,” Pa laughed. “Well, make me a list. If there’s money left over, I’ll get...
For over a week Natalie lay in the bed without moving, she opened her eye's several times, but never said a word. She heard what people said but rarely listened, felt them changing her nightdress, bathing her, but she didn't care. They came and went regularly checking on her, she knew almost daily Marti'en sat and read the book, she could hear the pages turning, the book didn't sing for her, it didn't talk to her but it did allow her to read it, Natalie was glad, perhaps Marti'en could...
A couple of days ago Mom asked me with her to go to a concert featuring her favorite group since Dad doesn’t like the group and doesn’t want to go. Because I do like the group also, I readily agree to go with her. The only downside is that the venue is well over two hours away from where we live. The upside is that she lets me drive us there since it is still daylight. We head out early and it’s a good thing because the parking lot is already starting to fill up when we get there a couple of...
The Limits or Tracey?s True Tales of Perilous Adventure (VOLUME 1) This is the story of one woman?s need to satisfy her sexual urges with death defying feats of bondage and peril. The Limits Volume 1 Contents The Lady .............................................3 The Introduction ............................................ 6 The Safe........................................ 9 The Barn.........................................15 The Well .............................................23 The Hobart...
Hi hola salve bonjour to all I’m gorgeous sexy women out there and this is my first story on ISS and it’s about how I become a call boy for money cause of circumstances and before. I start out first want thank the lord almighty for creating the ever beautiful opposite sex and last but not least Thank you ISS for providing an awesome place for everyone to share secret sex experiences which we cannot share with people in our day to day lives. Sex is not a sin or taboo people it’s mankind’s best...
Paige (Paige Owens) joins Elsa (Elsa Jean) and her boyfriend (Michael Vegas) as they’re relaxing on the sofa. Paige is a bit embarrassed about the previous night but Elsa and Michael are anything but offended and suggest that Paige join them for a threesome. Paige needs little convincing and the fun begins. It’s obvious that Elsa and Paige share a passion for jerking and sucking Michael’s cock. This delicious sexcapade has plenty of yummy pussy munching, hungry cock gobbling and serious...
xmoviesforyouI have been out of college for almost four years now. After graduating at the top of my class and having saved so much money, I opened up my own computer service business. I did some repairs and installations of new units. My main goal was still teaching. I was afraid to apply in case the solicitation charge showed up again. The summer teaching job I lost during my sophomore year stayed in my mind all the time. I was back in my hometown where I knew most everyone. Most of my family still...
This story is, unfortunately, fictional. It's been inspired fully by mydreams.My name is Valentina, I'm 16, virgin (not sure if lucky for it), and. I'mnot sure about my sexual orientation. I'm Argentinian, so I don't speakEnglish perfectly. I hope you can understand what I want to tell.It all started last year, October 24th, 2005. I saw her at a party, not forthe first time though. She always went to my school, since I moved there in2001; even to my grade, just another division. I had never...
It was a warm summer night and the park bench she sat on looked very inviting. She was in a short floral dress which looked blue in the moonlight. I came close and introduced myself as Dumi. She smiled and after a few minutes of chatting she invited me to sit down next to her. We started kissing and I could now feel my dick getting harder. I had one hand under her g-string fondling her pussy and the other playing with her ass. She then lowered herself and unbuckled my jean releasing my 30cm...
Erotic“You can’t wear that!” exclaimed Alison.“Why not? Isn’t it sluttish enough?” replied Claire. She was proudly showing off her tight black wet-look PVC one-piece dress, which barely covered the distance between her nipples and her ass. Her cunt lips peeped out cheekily from underneath.“It’s too sluttish! This is an old-style religious service we’re going to: you’ve got to look modest and chaste and stuff – like they dressed before the Enlightenment.”“Oh, but that’s so disgusting! Besides, how can...
MasturbationAs the Duke's carriage was back in its normal place in the stables of Haldyne, the Ducal Lady ordered it prepared to carry her back to Swanford the next morning. This wasn't unexpected, and frankly didn't slow down her companions too much at all. Her two white horses were fast and strong and knew the road northeast to the village well. Her guard escort had wanted to move swiftly up the road at a much faster pace than wagons, or carriages could go, but the relatively short trip to the...
I’m the one you never see in your daily grind. Coming and going, you pause to notice so many others, but perhaps that’s as it’s meant to be, for I am no one special in the scheme of things. If I told you my name, you would quickly forget. My whole existence would become a fleeting, forgotten shutter-snap in your life’s history of insignificant things. But I am at peace with being a secret, one I keep even from myself, it often seems. Yet there’s a vein of blinding fire that flashes through the...
Love StoriesSo here I was naked and being bent over the armchair my drunken father was asleep in. My dads two friends Dan and Mark had their fingers applying lube to my virgin ass as they adjusted my position to allow them better access.I tried to reach forward and slap my dad round the face to wake him up, but Dan reached around and pulled both my arms backwards and behind me extending them fully to make my back arch and shove my ass out towards them, and my naked little bare chest out towards the arm of...
The Poker Game By: Cissykay Chapter 3 I was now locked in this plastic box in an inescapable straightjacket and my full weight rested on my knees. With my ankles strapped tightly to the back of my thighs in a crossed position, I was totally at their mercy. I was in trouble, and I knew it. I have never seen Roxann with such determination in her eyes before. She was going to make me pay. I just didn't...
Bless Me Father 5: Prodigal By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink "So, what gives? Have you had a change of heart?" Gabriella asked the former Catholic priest as the two of them went about the task of preparing dinner at the halfway house. "Have I had a change of heart about what?" Karen quizzically responded. "About informing the Millers that you're pregnant. I mean, even though you're only their daughter in a physical sense, there's no getting around the fact that...
Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 2 © 2008 by Jan S ________________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 2nd (night) Hi!! That was all pretty lame, huh? But I couldn' say, "Hey, there's a bug on your shoulder," in an email, could I? Yeah, I know you don't really need custody things now you're eighteen -- just didn't think of it. And I'm glad we're...
My mom walked into the room. "Get off your goddamn tamigatchi you faggot!" she screamed while wearing only her robe. Her pussy was completely exposed, for no reason. This was my first boner. "And get your ass down here for some bacon and eggs!" she said nonchalantly. My mother was always rough with me, but I would never mind. My father usually beat me, so I prefered the screaming. But what my mother didnt know, is that my hand was slowly creeping onto my completely soft penis. I never...
Zara enjoyed her new job. But she enjoyed her new boss more. Mark came home that afternoon when Zara was gardening. It had been her routines since she finished working last month, and she really enjoyed it. ‘Leo invites us for dinner next Sunday, babe. ‘ says Mark to Zara, who was busy digging a hole for a new rose. Zara looked up. ‘Oh, hi there, hun. which one is Leo again?’ ‘He is the one with hospital project. He wants to meet you.’ Zara frowned....
AffairHi, this is Nihal a 23-year-old software employee from Hyderabad. This sex story is all about my first sex encounter with a hot virgin sexy Swithika, where we both never had sex earlier. Believe it or not I even ever touched a girl with the odd intention of sexual lust, but this time, I made, showed all my teen and youth stored sex desires on my dream angel. Seems like too eager to jump into the story, no more descriptions shall quietly and lustfully hop deep in the ocean of romantic...
Vivianne are a nice woman. I have known her for awhile. I use to meet her when I get almost to horny. I met her just by a coincident. It was a thursday nite and I have been out with some friends and have become a bit drunk. I was on my way home. Waitin for the bus. At this busstop there was a black lady also waitin for the bus. as I was a bit drunk I began talk to her which I had not done if I were sober. Any way I tried start a conversation but she did not almost answer me. I got a bit nuts...
Eddy tapped on the open door of Ms. Preston's office. At least it was supposed to be an office. He suspected that the room had begun its life as a broom closet. There was a small desk, two file cabinets and two chairs that filled the tiny space. Ms Preston looked up at the knock and said, "Come in Eddy; please have a seat." Eddy shuffled sideways past the desk and sat down. The chair was practically behind the desk with Ms Preston. She picked up a file and opened it across her knee as she...
Boom! That sound, accompanied by the maniacal laughter coming from Gotham National Bank, seemed to spell nothing but trouble for the citizens of Gotham City. Indeed, The Joker emerged from the bank with hordes of henchmen carrying bags of cash, all of them giggling with glee. Few would have noticed his loyal henchwoman, Harley Quinn, was trailing behind them. Forced to carry two bags of cash - the sheer weight of the bags, the greasepaint covering her face and skintight suit was starting to...
Lea and I drove around for a few minutes, until we reached a path in the woods. It is a place my husband and I found and where we enjoy going to fuck out in nature. It is very secluded. We have to walk for at least 15 minutes before we reach our spot. I am carrying a bag of fun things to do. Lea has the wine and the glasses. We finaly arrive at our spot. I pull a comfy planket from a waterproof trunk we keep locked, right her in the woods, where we also keep lubricants and other...
First TimeI awoke the next morning which to my thinking is always a good thing! Though to try and figure out what was going through my head and how I was feeling!? All I can say is Claire Rayner & Sigmund Freud would have been stumped!! A young boy describing that he had woken up after a night of dreaming about Marilyn Munroe, you could and would be forgiven for thinking, Mucky Pup!! I have to admit, I did wake in bed that morning doing the best "tent impression" EVER!! However, ask a few...
Linda walked into her bedroom and brushed her teeth. She noticed the box with the dildos in it partially pushed under the bed. No one else was home and she took off her clothes and spread her legs down in her bed. She couldn’t help but rub her pussy and was aroused by it. She thought until a week ago she had never had any sex except with her husband. Now she aroused by her daughters and for the first time memory she finds herself masturbating. She puts two of her fingers into her vagina and...
Hateful sister I was the youngest child and only son with three older sisters. I was an unplanned surprise nine years after my youngest sister, arriving much to her horror, jealousy and disappointment. She hated me being the youngest and she hated me being a boy. After all I had displaced her as the youngest child, up until then she had been very spoilt throughout her childhood and believing she was the closest thing to a son my parents never had, she had grown up as into bullying...
Having accepted the riding crop, Mistress Leelee seemed to understand that she was being given the opportunity to do something to me, but she was clearly lost. ‘He’s yours now Leelee. It starts with the first order. If you’re going to turn your cheating husband, a little experience with Michelle here will give you confidence. I suggest you order him to stand in front of you and work from there. wouldn’t you like to inspect him?’ Mistress Leelee seemed to understand the gravity of her situation...
Cell phones did voice and nothing more. There was no Facebook, no social media. We still used the Yellow Pages, read news in the paper, and viewed porn in print magazines and DVDs. We talked to each other online under false names, making up this or that pseudonym and playing the field. It was a different culture on the net, one in some ways freer and more liberated than today. This is a tale of those times. 2001 it was. Spring. Phil saw another handle enter the room. Nycsubf, she called...
Honourable Service Alex 2028 Despite having spent a great deal of the millionaire's money on projects related to the online world of Virtual Reality, or perhaps because of that, Eden's request to meet him in his Mayfair house was filling Alex with dread. Although he'd worked hard at the hopeless task of making a success of his poorly specified role, he was acutely aware of who it was who would make the final assessment of the project's worth. Eden's London home was very impressive....
I’m 28 now. I have been interested in women’s clothing as long as I can remember. I can remember when I was around 7 my sister caught me trying on a pair of her panties that I stole out of her room, I don’t think she ever told on me about that. As I grew I was always stealing pantyhose, dresses, skirts and etc from mostly my family and my friends sisters. I wasn’t really turned on by guys, but when I would slide those sexy pantyhose over my legs, I would find myself fantasizing a friend...
CrossdressingI suppose I was in my late teens or early twenties when I first came across some stories in porn mags of girls drinking piss. The stories were rare and I found the idea really turned me on. Of course it never seemed to me to be something that would at all be likely to happen. After all, at my age then I considered it remarkably good fortune just to find a girl willing to swallow something as comparatively innocent as sperm. A girl so weird and depraved who would willingly drink someone’s piss...
While Anna and Rawlings discussed what they could and could not do, I wrested myself loose from Lisa and moved around the island to stand by Mom. Lisa refused to let me get too far away and followed me. I leaned toward mom and quietly asked, “Are you wearing any jewelry?” She blinked at me. “Yes, but this isn’t the time...” I shook my head. “What are you wearing?” I wasn’t trying to be coy. Instead, I gave her my most sincere and serious face. She studied my expression and then said, “It’s...
Joe Hates Bitches : Valerieby [email protected], I might not be the smartest guy in the world, but i'm smart enough to fucking know fake when I see it. That's the problem with the whole fucking world, everyone's so used to fake shit that they started becoming fake themselves. Nobody cares enough. That faggot who says that he 'respects a bitch for her mind' - that's so fucking fake it would be funny if it wasn't such a goddamn DISEASE, because it lets bitches like Valerie get away...
The following afternoon,19 year old Jens Jaedermeist sneaked out of the camp and made his solitary way near to the same makeshift enclave he had been in with the other two. When he’d scouted the shanty to check if anyone was inside before her walked right through and raped the woman, he noticed what might have been a small communal area across and along the dirt track. There were some chairs, three empty beer bottles on the earth and a garment of some sort strewn across one chair. Maybe there...
Wednesday morning I fell back into my usual routine. I was down in the gym by six. MaryAnn was already into her workout as I got onto the treadmill. "Well, how did everything go?" "You worked there, so you know: it was hard work, harder than I've ever worked before, and it was the most rewarding work I've ever done. I'm sure I'll be going back there sometime in the future." "When you do, I want to come along, too." "I can think of nothing better than to have you with me working...
The front door opened and Mike peered round the door frame. “Where’s Emily, where’s my daughter?” shouted Jan, as she shoved past Mike and headed for the lounge. Mike never had a chance to stop her as he was pushed to one side. Jan was through the door and immediately clasped eyes on Emily on all fours, raising her head from Maggie’s pussy as both women heard the commotion in the hall. “Mother,” Emily cried as she turned to face her. “What the fuck are you doing Emily, get home right now,”...
TabooLike before, most of the action took place at the main entrance. The primacord was detonated and a large hole was blown in the door. The MPG troops were deployed well back from the entrance, backs against the tunnel wall, bodies against the floor. The minute that the door was breached, automatic weapons fire began pouring in from the MPs stationed outside. Most of the shots simply ricocheted harmlessly off of the walls but some of them found their marks in the crowded tunnel. It was...
Baldheaded Bumps The sun shone brightly that summer afternoon in late July after several days of dark dreary weather. Zack hoped for nice weather as it was once again time for Vancouver Island’s Filberg Festival held annually in the Comox Valley. The festival consisted of ninety-six artisan vendors and various musicians. Zack parked his truck on a local street several blocks from the festival grounds. Along the route to the festival he encountered several groups of people. There was a young...
It had been seven days since I had invited Danny to the house and had been initiated into the world of bisexual sex. Kat had returned home two days after his visit and since then she had become insatiable. Previously she had loved pegging my ass, but now she seemed obsessed with it. I never got to actually fuck her anymore, it was as if our roles had been reversed and it was now me that found myself getting called upstairs, to find Kat waiting for me, her strap-on protruding from between her...
After what felt like a month rather than a week, Saturday finally arrived. Elaine had phoned me on Friday to say she would be working at the bookshop untill five thirty on the Saturday, but was all packed and ready to go and would jump on the train straight from work. She expected to be at the station by about six twenty. At six fifteen I was at the station waiting for her. When her train finally pulled in, it was more than ten minutes late, and worse, Elaine wasn't on it. I scoured the...
I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps but only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that can be bought between men. In the past it went unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now. A moment cannot be held at leisure. It...
GayA true story...I’ve been working at a restaurant, part of a large chain. There are quite a few very hot young men and women to flirt with and keep the days and nights interesting.And then I saw him…Deep ebony skin and two diamond stud earrings to accentuate this blackness. I walked up and looked in his eyes and introduced myself. His name is Alfred and he is 24 years old. I am 38 and I could tell he was surprised and instantly aroused. I wondered if he had ever had a white woman or a sexy...