Techno CultivatorChapter 14 More Than You Can Chew
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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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Hi, mera nam Ravi he, me allahabad ka rahne wala hu, meri age 18 sal he or diploma me admission lekar hostel me chala gya hu. Mere ghar me meri mom or ek badi bahn he. Mom ka nam rita he, age 38 sal he, school me teacher he. Unka fig bahut sundar he 36dd, 32,38 ka har mard ko lubhane wala fig he. Badi bahna divya college me he or mom ka hath batati he ghar me. Unka nojavan badan 34d,28,26 wala he or mohale ke ladko ka dhyan khihta he. Papa foj me he or unka posting kashmir me he. Papa sal me 2...
Hi dosto aaj main aapko apna naya aur ek mazedar kissa sunane ja rha huin jo do din phele hi hua…Ye story h meri aur meri didi ke bete ki babysitter ki Uska naam priya hai vo bilkul mere same age ki hai yani ki 25 saal ki h…Aur bachpan se hi didi ke in laws ke pass kaam karte karte badi hui h to safayi se aur theek thak kapdo m rehti..Vo gori hai aur features bhi ache h…Uske boobs bahaut hi bade hain aur gand normal size ki h.. Ab m story pe aata huin…Meri did ki shaadi ko 4 saal hue h aur...
After the dancing on stage with the drags slowly dies down. I was able to finally meet Darrell, still in costume as Victoria. While in makeup and outfit, I was to address him as Victoria. We had a drink and talked standing near the bar. The music was very loud, so we took turns shouting into each other's ear. I liked the way Victoria looked at me. I jumped every time when I got my ass grabbed by some stranger as we talked. Victoria laughed and I felt I was being tested. We talked for about half...
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I am only sixteen, she thought wondering why she wasn't afraid. Maybe because hanging didn't sound as painful as being shot. And the thin ropes swaying in a light breeze didn't look scary enough. She almost smiled wondering that such insignificant piece of rope could end her life. Her friends Kateryna and Anastasiia were scared of what awaited them, though they tried not to show it openly. Kateryna was very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, smooth skin and big brown eyes. Anastasiia...
Mike had received a phone call on his answering machine while we were away at the barn. It was from the sex shop owner, Brian, saying he had completed some of his toys and wanted Summer to try them out. The other girls were also excited to see what had been built and begged to come along. I agreed and we drove to the sex shop, breaking the speed limit most of the way. When we arrived, the owner was extremely pleased that we had brought friends, and hot ones. He led us to the back room and...
The Shower….. Walking slowly in a loose embrace he begins kissing her on the shoulders, moving slowly across her back. She reaches for the glass door, bending slightly to turn the faucet. Seeing her bent slightly arouses him; the sight of her firm round ass is too much for him to handle. He grasps her hips pulling her to him in a playful but serious manner. He begins to rub his hard cock between each cheek, slowly at first until she begins to move with him. The water is coming...
Straight Sex"For fuck sake Mike hurry up! We've gotta get going!" my mother yelled up the stairs.She'd been drinking again. Mom was not a lush by any standard but 'she did like a cold drink on a warm day,' as my now deceased dad was want to say.I finished wiping my cock with my mother's panties. At twenty six years of age I had returned home to attend my Aunt's wedding and was only staying for a few days. Whenever I return home, I like to masturbate with my mother's and sister's panties, luxuriating in the...
Over the last two weeks, Jim and Anita’s life had developed a routine that included oral sex for breakfast and as much sex as their bodies could stand for dessert after dinner. Anita was pleased that her continued attentions to her Dad‘s libido was extending his stamina. It wasn’t breaking Jim’s heart either as he found the ability to love his daughter gave them both that much more delectation. As they sat down to dinner one evening, Jim opened the conversation by dropping an unexpected...
Our Saturday had started as usual. Sheila and I were naked, she was on top and riding my cock. I couldn't tell who enjoyed it more, but today was my birthday so it was a special moment. We'd been dating for 6 months, and today she had planned a surprise for me. Being inside of her was wonderful enough, this was all I wanted on my birthday.We first met at CVS, she was looking for cold medicine and was frustrated with all the brands. It just so happened I was also sick, we got to talking and I...
Fiona parked outside Charlotte’s house when they got back from their trip across the border. Charlotte longed to lean across and kiss Fiona but knew that sort of thing was never going to happen. Not in broad daylight with her mother watching through the living room window.“Thanks for being my model.”“I loved it. And I’ll drop the dress round later.”“There’s no rush. Drop it round any time. I’m heading back to Belfast this evening. Need to get into the darkroom to develop these pictures, and...
NovelsI love my boyfriend. I really do. I also love having sex with him. He was my first, and I don't have anything for comparison, but I'd say it's really good. The only problem is; I'm pretty sure I don't orgasm. I feel a little guilty sitting in the waiting room of a gynecologist, but I have questions, and no one else to ask."Jennifer?" The nurse calls, and I stand to follow her. They weigh all 110 pounds of me, check my vitals, and lead me to a room. I've never been to this specific office...
MedicalI am told that Tuesday is the most productive day of the week. That might be true for most people and normally it would be true for me as well. Not so far this Tuesday , I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the day before with Richard. I had never had sex at work before and I must say it was wonderful. I wouldn't mind making it a part of my daily routine. I am sitting at my desk trying to focus on work but I keep flashing back to Richard fucking me right here on this desk. I am...
Group SexOur neighborhood may be filled with beautiful, sexy women who like to have a little naughty fun on the side, but we don't have a monopoly on it. For the past ten years, I have spent about five or six weeks each Spring in Arizona for work, a place that is also a hotbed for older women, like myself, that like to enjoy a bit of extracurricular sexual activities. The Phoenix area is a major destination for many retirees, widows, and snowbirds just looking for warmer weather.Leilani is one of those...
"Damn it, she's single.", thought Gregg. He had been surfing the dating sites, looking for a married woman for three days now, with no luck. How he hated to see that dreaded "S" beside a woman's name. He wanted a married woman to romance and seduce. He'd had seven already in the last three years and he'd found them all on sites that allow you to select "married" in your search for a partner. Matchdoctor was his favorite. So now he sat staring angrily and helplessly at Sheila's profile. She was...
Wife LoversHi friends this is kanna from Chennai. I m a big fan of this site, I really love stories in this site, i would like to share one of my story in this site, this is actually a real incident happened to me. First let me explain about me I am a 23yr old dark, 5.9’ chubby boy with all girl assets, especially my big aunty like ass and my fleshy tits. Though I m bit hairy, I love all those curvy swellings in my body. I was also treated as girl in my boy’s high school during my school days. Except...
GayHOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES By Monica Graz PART 6 CHAPTER 16 Monday morning, two weeks later... I was sitting in a back seat of a public transport bus on my way to attend Miss De Laurentis housekeeping seminar. I very much tried to keep to myself, avoiding any eye contact, holding firmly my hand bag on my skirted lap. I was modestly dressed in a blouse and skirt outfit, light green shiny cotton blouse, and dark green...
The day started as usual with Mike's fantasy and followed by the rest. After breakfast, they gathered on the bench seat to discuss the day's activities. Kelli took the lead asking Becky and Julie, 'right, who wants to play the "who comes first" game? Either of you want to try?' 'Both of you have issues, Becky until Mike helped; you were scared of guys and you still have not told us why, Julie you had been disappointed by every sexual encounter before Mike. I think both of you will...
Hi, this is Hrishi again from Guwahati. I am working as a manager for an IT company which involves a lot of traveling across north east India along with a periodic visit to Kolkata. As an Indian, I am average with a height of 5ft 8 ½ inch and 32 years old and living alone. I will appreciate all of your feedbacks. Please keep me posted at Recently my two stories were published in ISS and I am glad people loved it. I am taking this opportunity to thank all my readers. This story is not related...
I am a First Secretary at our Embassy, one of several such diplomats who are next rank down from the Ambassador himself. That means I have to tread the cocktail circuit a fair bit, which frankly is a bore. It sounds great to be out partying as a profession, but unfortunately you have to stay fairly sober, mind what you say to people, and listen to all their bullshit. After you’ve been for a while posted in one place, it gets to be the same old people talking the same...
My sister Julie got married to Russ and both of them made fun of me called me a queer. Russ, like so many of the other men in town , worked in the coal mine. They took a honeymoon to Myrtle Beach, then came back home. I was seething with anger when Russ told me he had banged my sister with a big hard dick and that I would never know what it was like to fuck a woman. Julie just giggled. That evening I looked at my journal and saw that two days from now would be a good time to fuck...
Hi doston mera naam Akash hai aur mein Gujarat ka rehne wala hu. kyun ki yeh meri pehli story hai. Mein pehle aapko apne baare mein bata du, merit umra 25 saal hai, 6 feet height, gehuvein rang ka hu aur body bhi Thik thaak hai, Lund ki size 7 inch hai. Me Iss ko regular reader hu aur kaafi story padne k baad socha k kyun na ek khud ka real vaakya likhu. Yeh kahani aaj se 1.5 saal pehle ki hai. Mere saath ek ladki kaam karti thi, naam tha Anju. Anju dikhne me bahut khoobsurat thi or uska figure...
Gloria Stanhope was pushing sixty and she was beginning to think the effort to stay looking young was a losing proposition considering the high cost of plastic surgery, Botox and the spa sessions and beauty parlor appointments that seemed to go up at twice the normal rate of cost of living on a national average. She decided that her cock chasing days were over out of economic necessity and not due to her waning good looks that were losing the race with age and time. Besides, she could always...
Sora wanted to visit his friend Beast. When he arrived saw that a Ball was coming today . That night the Ball was about to begin, Belle arrived and asked Sora if he could go to her room and get her necklace , "Sure leave it to me " said Sora , so he went up stairs opened the door and found the necklace on the table and he went to the door but it didn't opened , Sora tried hard but it didn't even budged then he heard a giggle he turned around and saw a person. "Who are you ? " Sora asked , "I am...
He shouldnt have teased his sister by Jasmine Monica Richard a considers his live and how he will life from that point. And he resolves himself to solving what happened, and proving himself innocent. Part two Final Richard sat alone on his bed in the darkened cell long into the night. There was little chance of any sleep after what the fifteen year old boy had just endured. Most boys may have been totally destroyed by the suddenness of the change forced upon their them. This one...
Joe hardly remembered passing out in his bed. Somehow he managed to at least set his alarm clock. His head throbbed slightly from the wine and pot. Putting his pants on over his boxers, his t shirt on, he made his way down to the dining area. Melissa, the pretty student workshop assistant met him with a chuckle. “Bedhead,” she explained. He shrugged and got coffee and juice and a small bowl of oatmeal, sweetening it with honey. Nodding at the few fellow workshoppers there, he sat beside...
Rent A Wife My boss invited me to a party and said, “Bring your wife.” He caught me off guard. It took me a moment to remember that I had let everyone believe that I was married. That way I had an excuse not to go out with the guys after work and the women were not trying to play matchmaker. I mentioned my problem to my neighbor and he said, “Take my wife. I’m sure she’ll do it. Sylvia likes you and she could use a night out.” When he told Sylvia about it she came right over...
I'm a bad girl, my hobby in College was turning small dick white guys into ass loving cocksucking faggot's with the help of my roommate Josh. Josh is gay and loves to turn small dick white boy's into faggot's for Big Black Cocks with the help of his 9inch cock.It was February of my sophomore year of college. I had this girlfriend- let's be real, fuck buddy, who was an absolute nymphomaniac. This girl loved sex, as much as I would give her. Every guy's dream, right? Definitely helped that we...
"Come, join the Holy Crusade of Thia and Her consort! We march to the wilderness to end the Original's Menace to Her Bounty!" cried the fevered zelot. "No, come and join the Minions of Phantos and His paramor! We salle to battle against the godless Originals!" cried the equally fevered zelot of the other camp. The entire town of Twomby was gathered, in two equally large groups, each prepairing to go forth in the direction their respective god or goddess seemed to be sort of pointing as...
Sindee stepped off the elevator, her huge lace bra covered breasts leading the way. Here she was at Les Balcones, the fabulous tit resort for women, with the world's most beautiful and bountiful tits available every second of the day. Her stellar journey from the airport in fantastic limousine complete with two sets of big fat titties to amuse her for the long drive only whet her appetite for tonight's festivities.The instructions that were left in her room directed her to the closet where she...
This is a true story.It all started when I was eighteen. At that time I just went out of a relationship with a pretty girl at high school and I was feeling a bit bummed and angry.It was a Saturday morning, I was going over my grandparents' apartment to lunch after a basketball practice. Since I was playing outdoors, there was no shower to use to get cleaned up good so I walked over there all sweaty and tired.As they greeted me - grandma Denise with a big kiss and grandpa John with a mere nod of...
“James” I moaned softly in his ear closing my eyes and clutching the sheets behind him. He sighed heavily and gripped my hips tighter, pushing me down. We had only started and I could feel the burning rage on, my body pressed on top of him close as we could ever be. I loved this feeling, our bodies gliding against one another’s, our skin on skin contact, his fingers pressing against my hipbones, my fingers grasping the sheets so hard my knuckles hurt. The smell of his skin against my face, his...
Straight SexMom's Girl Redux Part 10 by Elizabeth Joanne Chapter 31 There wasn't much traffic out and the drive out was pleasant. As I drove along I thought about what I was leaving behind and what was ahead for me. Was I really going to be happy? I was walking away from the known and into the unknown. It has been over 6 months since I first went full time but up until now it had one new experience...
Christine was the youngest daughter of Bill Gates and his wife. He had two other daughters older than Christine, both happily married and producing lots of grandchildren. They lived on a farm in the South West of England in a small country market town. Christine had been a difficult child from the day she was born and having been brought up on a farm she learned all about sex at an early age. She had a natural beauty, a good figure and a vivacious temperament and she had lost her virginity at...
Damien was balls deep inside Cassidy again, just after he had fucked Tara, when her cell phone rang. It was Roger Harmon, and the freshly fucked Tara was only too glad to speak to him while Damien’s cum still leaked from her twat. Evidently, they had something still to say to each other, and the conversation quickly became both heated and romantic, alternating between expressions of love and declarations of outrage. Finally, however, about the time that Damien spilled his seed inside his...
Fall passed fast being busy with school, football, basketball practice and the girls. We seemed to be tighter than ever. Misty and Cherry were off on one of their conquests, but Sarah still hung out with all of us. Sarah seemed a lot more subdued than she used to be. The guy she was supposed to be engaged to, or was promised to, came down to school a couple of times a month on weekends. When he was around, we didn’t see Sarah. When he left she would re-appear but seemed morose and down. Not...
Warning! Work in progress, the full book-series is not yet finished (unless my profile states otherwise). Agonising waits in between chapters is a very real risk! Copyright of Nanna Marker * —-=(Home)=—- ‘Little Human, wake up.’ ‘What is it?’ mumbled Majgen, not at all in the mood to wake up. ‘I need to tell you something.’ Aejoa picked her half-sleeping body up. ‘I’m tired,’ protested Majgen, and snuggled against him, preparing to sneak into another nap against his chest. Aejoa...
Edited by Victor G. ************ Chapter 4 ************ I woke up the next morning on my stomach. Actually, I woke up on top of my new - albeit fake - breasts. Usually, I sleep on my stomach, but my new artificial feminine assets forced some changes to how I slept. I sat up and felt a dull, aching pain in my lower back from my awkward sleeping position. I'd have to make some considerable changes to my sleeping habits if large, mature breasts were going to be a part of my...
She Stole My Body! I knew they'd be around to check on me. I'd run afoul of the witches council too often for them not to keep an eye on me. So when their investigator came sniffing around and spoke to me I was ready. I pretended not to know her which got her curiosity aroused but I knew the first thing she'd notice was the absence of magic. When she asked in a roundabout way about my magic I had the perfect story ready. "You know about magic? Finally someone that will believe...
I’ve always known that I am a voyeur. Not one of those creepy types that hides behind bushes and peer into windows. No, more of an opportunist. Given a respectable situation, one that won’t label me as a pervert or get me arrested, I like to watch. A recent situation gave rise to an opportunity. I live in a small condo garden apartment, three stories, with two apartments on each floor – on the right and left side of the stairs. My neighbor Diana and I are on the top floor. Diana is an...
Voyeur11:45 PM: Bella Vista, Arkansas: Ana: I just pulled my panties and shorts down when I heard someone yelling at the teller out in the store. "Give me the fucking money, or I will blow you away, you old hag! Check the bathrooms!" I quickly pulled up my shorts up and picked up my purse. I stepped up on the toilet and waited. I heard the men's bathroom door being kicked in and then the women's. I was crouched there shaking as I pulled my pistol out when I heard several gunshots and a...
Hi readers and thanks a lot for your responses for my earlier incidents. All those who are reading me for the first time I am 28 yr old single guy from Delhi . The incident I am going to describe is a true incident and happened just a month back. This is a true incident and it just only shows how much a flavour it can add in your sex life if a couple tries to do a different thing. This incident happened with a couple Vishal(34 yrs) and her wife Amrita (30 yrs). Vishal is an Engineer in an top...
Mum was thirty two years old. My farther left us when I was four. Mum has had a few boyfriends, but no one for about two years now. She works full time as a secretary and I’m in high school.I’m Mark and I’m f******n years old. I was sitting in the kitchen as school had finished early, when I heard mum return from work and she went straight up the stairs, a couple of minutes later she came back down and in to the kitchen just in her bra and knickers“Shit I forgot you would be back from school. I...
The drive to Ballina had been very interesting, albeit a little long. They had set off fairly early, once more as soon as they had their breakfast, detouring into Yamba. All three thought the last 14 kilometres of the drive into town along the wide mouth of the Clarence River was particularly scenic and of course enjoyed seeing it again travelling back in the opposite direction to rejoin the Pacific Highway at Maclean. Yamba was a very attractive and well laid out town and they drove briefly...
My Friend’s Sexy Wife Meenakshi Lost Her Glory Holes To Me – I Hai ISS readers. I am Seenu…my family and friends used to call me Raj…handsome guy. Many thanks for the readers for sending me their comments and views. This is my another real story I am going to narrate about the fuck happened years back with my friend’s sexy hot wife Meenakshi. Adding flavors is not avoidable in my story because the readers should feel the craving of the slutty house wife Meenakshi. I am not going to describe...
The two sisters began hanging out at our home more and more.The older TS ‘sister’, Stephani (formerly Stephen) was jus 18 and the younger sister, Britni, one year younger. The dynamic around the house began to change as well. My wife found that she really wanted to take Britni as her young, ‘daughter’ and spend a lot of time with her. Britni was to always refer to my wife as ‘Mommy’, not matter where they were or who was possibly listening. They would spend hours shopping, going out, lunches,...
My cousin is a long legged, fair skinned red head. She also has the greenest eyes I have ever seen. When we were younger I used to jerk off with images of Anna kneeling in front of me, looking up at my thick cock as I stroked myself to orgasm.Fast forward 10 years and we became roommates. Although I haven't fucked her yet, nor will I ever get the chance as she is a confirmed carpet muncher. BUT that hasn't stopped us from playing together. Let me explain.One or the other of us takes turns...
Edmund followed his siblings through the wardrobe to the other side. To Narnia. And now there was no mistaking it and all four children stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them were snow covered trees. Peter turned at once to Lucy. "I apologize for not believing you," he said, "I'm sorry. Will you shake hands?" "Of course," said Lucy, and did. "And now," said Susan, "what do we do next?" "Do?" said Peter....
,When I was younger and single, just out of college, an urban lifestyle was the most attractive to me, just as it is for many young adults. That urban social setting allowed me to meet Malin, the beautiful woman who would become my wife. After dating for a year, we knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We both wanted children and felt that it would be better to raise our kids in the suburbs. So after our wedding we moved to the Houston suburbs to start our family.We were...
CuckoldNOTE: This is my fourth story, and quite a departure from my first three. If you like a harder, more sexual story, I'd recommend checking those out. Because, as they say, "This ain't that" Enjoy - Bimbo Alison. STRANGERS ON A TRAIN My given name is ... well, my given name you couldn't pronounce. There is a part of it which sounds like "Amy" so I've normally gone by that for the last, say, 250 years. Actually, that's not true. I had to stomach some dreadful Victorian names...
She didn’t have as much pussy hair as Allie. She must have trimmed her’s too, because it’s real short. I could see her pussy lips shining with her pussy cream. Her breasts aren’t as big as Allie’s, but her nipples are larger and stick out farther. Maggie opened her hand and showed me two condoms. She smiled as she ripped the foil from one with her teeth. I was sitting sideways on the edge of the seat, next to her hips - facing her. I had one hand on the seat back, the other feeling her...
I went down into the kitchen. I wasn't looking forward to what Mom had to say. She was sat at the table drinking some coffee. I have to admit she looked pretty hot sitting there. There was an extra button undone on her shirt, I saw some thigh below the bottom of her skirt. She smiled when she saw me. "Well, I guess Leslie and Samantha kept you pretty busy the last couple of days. You must be pretty hungry by now." I hadn't thought about it but it was a good sixteen hours since we ate....