Sea Oats part one
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Dent's attempts to clarify the Clarise situation with Sosho were met with what could only be described as total failure. He would explain to her that he neither desired nor was interested in another woman and that her actions in this regard were not appreciated. Mostly Sosho would sit still, listening intently and then completely ignore what he said.
Nesho was no help. It wasn't as if she actively encouraged her daughter's actions, but she certainly didn't do anything to discourage them either. The only time she put her foot down was when Sosho wanted Clarise to sleep with them at night. Nesho informed her headstrong daughter that it was not yet appropriate and she couldn't be budged. Dent found that "yet" to be almost as bothersome as Sosho's more blatant actions.
"Doesn't it bother you even a little bit, the thought of me being with another woman?" he asked Nesho again one day. Sosho's latest attempts hadn't been particularly aggressive -- well no more aggressive than she normally was -- but now she had enlisted another conspirator in her scheme, Clarise herself.
It wasn't that Clarise was overtly trying to seduce him. In a way it was much more subtle, more sensual and quite a bit more effective. Around Dent she was the ideal picture of a docile, refined and totally feminine woman. She would smile nervously at him, brush up against him and touch him whenever she could. Her clothing couldn't be called provocative but the cut -- undoubtedly designed by the conspirator of the first part -- clearly showed her ripening young body to its best advantage. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Dent was affected; she could get him to start panting just by walking by.
"I know you say it doesn't bother you, but how can it not?" he continued.
Nesho looked up from the pile of tally sheets she was reviewing and looked at him seriously.
"As I told you before," she said after a pause, "I know what you feel about Sosho and me, and I know that wouldn't change even if you were with Clarise." Nesho paused again and then grinned, "Besides, she makes you horny. You want her and I need to give you what you want."
"She does not make me..." Dent's voice trailed off when Nesho raised her eyebrow. Not for the first time Dent reflected on the desirability of the salidin's ability that allowed his women to read his emotions even better than he could.
"All right, fine," he sighed. "Maybe she does excite me, just a little, but so what? A lot of women do that to me. I am a man after all."
"Not like she does," Nesho retorted. "You could have any woman in this household if you wanted, and some of them are very pretty. Yet none of them excite you like Clarise does. You're almost as attracted to her as you are to Sosho and me. I've gotten to know her over the past few weeks and she impresses me. Regardless of what we first saw of her she is a good girl. She desperately wants to be loved and to please. I think both she and Sosho have found a soulmate in each other. I can't say I expected it, but stranger things have happened.
"Clarise sees what Sosho has and wants to be a part of it, and a big part of that life is you. That isn't to say she doesn't want you for yourself; I think she's head over heels in love with you just like we are, but it's even more pronounced because you are Sosho's world and Clarise wants to be a part of that world too.
"She is young and is afraid of giving you her body like any young woman would be. But after watching us together a few times, especially you and Sosho, her desires are now overcoming those fears."
"But I'm not sure I want her that way," Dent protested. Nesho gave him another look. "All right, maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I have to have it just because I want it. I'm still afraid of what something like that would do to what we three have together."
"I know you are, dear," she said leaning over to caress his cheek. "But I can assure you it won't affect us a bit, certainly not in a bad way. Besides, soon it won't matter; you will have to do something. Either take her to bed or send her away. The first would make everyone happy; the second would make everyone miserable."
"You're not helping this situation," he grumbled.
"Actually I am," she laughed. "Just not the way you had hoped, or maybe I am, the way you privately hoped anyway."
Finally their expedition to Safehaven was ready to go. Vel and the Grip had returned from their, thankfully, uneventful trip and brought with them three of the ex-slaver ships that were slated to begin conversion shortly. Dent decided it didn't make sense to wait until the Safehaven yards were up and running so their conversion was going to be done in Harv'el. With the materials and manpower they were taking to Safehaven it shouldn't take long to get the new yard up and running, but how long wasn't clear.
Nesho bid them a tearful farewell on the dock before they boarded the Makro, her two hulking bodyguards giving Dent the all's clear signal. Dent doubted if anyone in his right mind would bother her given what happened to Garishnie, but her two Guild bodyguards would certainly take care of any that that had taken leave of their senses. Dent felt more than a pang of loss as they pulled away from the pier. Nesho's belly was very plainly showing her condition although she wouldn't be due for a few months yet.
Their small convoy formed up outside the harbor breakwaters. Death Grip commanded by Vel of course; the Makro under another very able captain known by Vel for years and highly recommended; the Pinya, and the two already converted slavers. There was little expectation of problems in these local waters since the Thin Blade had been recalled to Malshall, but pirates were still a potential problem. The chances of them attempting a five-ship convoy were slim, especially since two of that number were obviously privateer or ex-naval vessels, but both Vel and Dent wanted this short voyage to be a practice run for later trips.
Once they were well underway, Sosho and Clarise retired to the Owner's Suite, which would serve as Dent's stateroom while he was aboard. Very little modification had been necessary as the prior Malshallian captain seemed not have felt the urge to share the hardship that serving at sea often brought. The room was nearly twice the size of Vel's old stateroom and the bed big enough for four.
Actually, more modification had been necessary in Vel's old cabin since, true to her word, Marie insisted on traveling with him. He tried to dissuade her -- rather weakly Dent thought -- with tales of how rough the crew could get while at sea and how difficult it would be on her as the lone woman. She laughed at him of course, and Dent had to silently agree with her. The thought of an agitated Marie, especially one backed by Vel, let alone the fact she was now protected by her salidin, well, Dent pitied the poor dumb son of a bitch that tried something. Dent was pretty sure that while the Death Grip may not have been the fastest ship on the seas nor the most feared, it was probably going to be the most polite and well behaved.
For a while Dent hung out on deck enjoying the sea air and the slight roll of the ship as she made way through the gentle seas. The weather was practically perfect, the seas following and Dent was surprised at how much he enjoyed being underway. He had never considered himself to be much of a sailor but he found himself missing this during his time ashore. After spending some time with the new captain and the contingent of marines, he made his way back to the cabin for a little rest before the next meal.
Dent opened the cabin door without knocking. He'd forgotten about Clarise and hadn't even thought about someone being in there. The sight that greeted him practically stopped his heart and seconds later started it beating strongly. Clarise and Sosho were both sitting on the bunk, both wearing one of his shirts, (what is it about women, he thought, that wearing men's shirts makes them even sexier than if they were nude?), hair unbound and legs demurely folded under them. The contrast between Sosho's long dark hair and Clarise's golden tresses merely highlighted the sensuality of the two. They had been talking and when he entered they stopped and both turned toward him and smiled.
"Ah," he stumbled for words, "ah, sorry, I didn't know you were changing. I'll come back later."
"We weren't changing, Master," Sosho said unfolding her legs and standing. Slowly she walked over to him her eyes locked with his. "We were waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" he almost squeaked.
"Yes, waiting for you," she said with just a hint of a smile on her lips.
"Why?" he blurted.
"Because it is time Clarise became a woman," she answered. "Your woman."
"Now Sosho..." he started.
"Now, Master," she finished.
"I don't think this is what we really want..." he tried again.
"Am I your woman?" she interrupted.
"Of course you are," he said indignantly.
"And is Nesho?"
"You know she is..." he sputtered.
"Then what about Clarise?" Sosho asked. "She wears your collar, doesn't she?"
"Well, yes, but it's not the same thing," he said looking over at the young woman.
"Why not?" Sosho continued relentlessly. "Are you saving her for someone else? Is she to be your house slave with no joy, no happiness, no belonging?"
"No, of course not!" he said defensively.
"Then why won't you accept her? You want her and she wants you. You know that both Nesho and I want this. Why are you being so cruel?"
"I, ah," he stopped suddenly and looked over at the girl in question. She was still sitting there as before but now she had her head bowed and was silently crying, large tears rolling down her cheeks and falling onto her lap. Without thinking Dent started towards her and Sosho moved quickly out of his way. When he paused momentarily she gave him a little shove and he continued over to sit on the bed next to Clarise. Her eyes were closed and she didn't acknowledge him as he lightly brushed his fingers on her cheek, rubbing the tears away.
"Clarise?" he said softly. "Is this want you really want?" After a slight pause she nodded her head.
"Are you really sure?" he asked again. "You know I don't love you like I do Nesho and Sosho."
Clarise raised her head and looked at him, for a moment he could see the fire in her eyes that he had seen just weeks ago.
"I don't want you to love me like you do Nesho and Sosho," she said bitterly. "I want you to love me like you would love me, Clarise."
Leaning closer he whispered, "I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to do. It has to be what you want, not what Sosho wants, or even what Nesho wants."
Moving surprising fast Clarise reached up and grabbed his head dragging him down to her waiting mouth. Her kiss was untutored but not at all tentative. Their lips parted and soon tongues were intertwined, dueling, probing into each other's mouths. Soon Clarise broke the kiss and lay back on the bunk. She never released her hold, but instead of grabbing him, now her hands rested on his cheeks as she look up at him, the longing and lust evident in her eyes.
"I want you, my Master, more than anything I have ever wanted before," she said softly. "I want you to want me, to take me. I am yours, but now I want you to make me yours. Please!" she pleaded.
Dent looked down at the golden-haired beauty beneath him and couldn't think of anything to say, so he bowed down and kissed her again, a slow, soft kiss that promised that she would be a part of him more than any words could have. Breaking the kiss he smiled and began to unbutton her shirt (his shirt?). As more of her creamy white flesh was exposed her breathing became harder and a little erratic. As he was doing this he felt another pair of hands working on his clothing, untying the lacings, unbuttoning his buttons.
Finally the shirt was completely open and Clarise shimmied around and suddenly she was out of it and naked beneath him. She wiggled backwards until she was stretched out in the middle of the bunk exposed to his gaze. He stood to take off his boots and again found other hands undoing his belt and pushing down his trousers. Soon he was also naked and lay down on the bunk next to her.
There was apprehension in her eyes, and lust. Again he bent to softly kiss her lips and she sighed. He moved from her lips and gently kissed down the side of her neck to the tops of her breasts where he spent a good amount of time licking and nipping at her very firm mounds. Finally he let one nipple slip into his mouth and he began to softly suckle. Her moaning was almost continuous as he spent time with one then the other very erect little nub. Her breasts were smaller than either Nesho's or Sosho's but firmer, a delightful couple of handfuls.
She began to move under him slightly and Dent decided it was time to move on to even better things. Releasing her nipple he kissed lightly down her flat belly until he was lying between her outstretched legs. Her pubic hair was as light as the hair on her head and sparse. With its soft downy texture it was like she had nothing there, which excited Dent even more.
The scent of a woman in heat wafted up as he gently parted her vaginal lips and gazed at the beautiful flower of her womanhood. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out and softly lapped the inside of her now-drenched portal. As he did her moans became louder and her hands, once gently resting on the sides of his head, now clenched his hair in a death grip. Some minutes passed as he pleasured his newest wife, finally shifting his attention to the small button resting at the top of her slit. As soon as his tongue touched her clit she screamed, forcing his face hard against her groin and trying to squeeze his head between her thighs. After a few seconds she suddenly relaxed, hands and thighs falling away from him as she let out a long and very heavy sigh.
"By the gods," she whispered, eyes tightly closed. "Have I died? This is just too wonderful!"
"It gets even better." Dent hadn't noticed but Sosho was kneeling next to the bunk, her eyes wide and bright. "You won't believe what comes next." She motioned Dent to move up and position himself, which he quickly did; soon his rock-hard cock was lightly brushing the outside of her vagina.
"This will hurt a little at first," she cautioned her friend. "But soon you'll forget all that, I promise."
Dent waited until Clarise looked up at him, his eyes questioning. She smiled and nodded, biting her lip slightly. Slowly he began to push forward and she groaned as his cock parted her lips and moved into her tight passage. Her eyes grew wider the further he entered; suddenly he felt resistance only an inch or so inside. Again he looked into her eyes, silently asking if she really wanted him to continue. After only a brief hesitation she nodded and spread her legs just a little farther apart.
"Quickly, love," Sosho hissed. "It's better if you do it quickly."
Taking her at her word Dent grunted and thrust forward, easily parting her protective membrane and sinking in another two inches. Clarise grimaced and trembled slightly but otherwise didn't react. Dent held still allowing her time to adjust to his size in her, until now, unused passage. Suddenly she sighed and pulled him down for a kiss while humping her hips toward him in little motions, driving herself onto him a little bit more with each thrust. Finally their groins were pressed firmly together and Clarise broke away from their kiss to stare up at him in wonder. He smiled down at her and began, very slowly, to move in and out using short, controlled thrusts. The first couple of times she grunted slightly, then she sighed which soon turned to a low moan. Within minutes she was shaking and moaning loudly. Her legs rose up off the bunk to cross behind his back and her hips moved to meet him as he began to move into her a little faster each time.
"Yesss," she hissed as her fingernails dug into his back. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! Make me yours! Oh gods, this is so good! I never knew... I never guessed!"
Spurred on by her by now very vocal approval, Dent began to lose his self control and started to fuck her hard. He slammed into the thrashing woman no longer worried, or caring, that she had been a virgin only minutes before. She was tight, and wet, and the muscles in her vagina grasped at him like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline. Soon, far too soon he thought, he could feel his balls tense up, preparing to send her his load of seed.
Clarise could physically feel his cock grow larger inside her, something she was sure had to be impossible, but that wasn't all she felt. Something else, not really a physical feeling, but something that was coming from outside of her, was making itself known. A feeling of pressure, a need for release, was building up somewhere that caused, or merely exacerbated, the same feeling inside of her down in the pit of her stomach. This feeling was something entirely new to her; she was human so of course she had played with herself before, but it had never felt like this, never this strong. These feelings kept building, both hers and the others, until she was sure it would tear her apart.
Suddenly there was a change in the pressure she was feeling to one of imminent release, and at the same time Dent thrust into and held himself deep within her. She felt the warm gush of his seed flooding her vagina but she was also sure she could feel it from his side, shooting into her! With that the pressure she had felt low in her stomach let go and a feeling of absolute pleasure surged through her body eclipsing everything else. Time seemed to stand still as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rolled from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Later she would have sworn that she could feel the pleasure even in her hair. With each wave it grew larger and more intense, until finally everything went dark.
"Looks like you did it again, oh Lord and Master." Clarise heard the sound of voices as she slowly regained her senses. The first thing she felt was the slight roll of the ship and then the two warm bodies lying on either side of her.
"That's not funny, Sosho," came another, deeper, definitely male voice. "You know it near scares me to death every time it happens."
"You should be used to it by now." This voice was definitely her friend, Sosho -- her only friend.
"Where am I," she asked groggily. "What happened?" She turned towards her friend's voice and saw Sosho stretched out beside her, gently rubbing her arm.
"Oh, you're finally awake," Sosho said cheerfully. "You're right here in bed where you belong. As for what happened, well, our loving master did a number on you, just like he does to us. Don't worry; nothing's wrong, you're perfectly all right. It happens to me all the time. When he cums in you, the pleasure is so intense you faint. It still happens to Nesho sometimes, but with me it happens almost every time. Isn't it wonderful?"
"Wonderful? I've never felt anything like it! How do you survive?" Clarise looked over to her other side and found Dent propped up on his elbow, his eyes looked worried, but there was a smile on his face. When she looked into his eyes she suddenly felt the most intense feeling of belonging and love it brought tears to her eyes. She knew, really knew, that he loved her and that she not only belonged with him but to him.
"Hello, Master," she said softly, and scooted over closer to him, nestling her face in his neck.
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Are you sorry we did this?"
"Never, Master," came the muffled reply.
"Good. Neither am I," he said. "Clarise, you don't have to call me Master. My name is Dent."
"Certainly, Master." He shook his head slightly and sighed. He could tell he was going to have about as much luck changing what she called him as he did breaking Nesho and Sosho of the habit.
"So, was it everything I said it was?" Sosho asked her friend. Clarise extricated her face from Dent's neck, turned toward her and nodded.
"And more," the blonde said with a solemn look. "You were right: It's not just a reason to live; it's the only reason to live. Now I know why you and Nesho are the way you are and I promise I will do everything I can to support you and our man."
"Good," Sosho said with a grin. "What you can do right now is move your skinny ass out of my way. It's my turn now!" Sosho leaned over and the two girls kissed, not a particularly passionate kiss, but one that promised more than just friendship.
Breaking the kiss Clarise scooted to the side while Sosho rolled over her and into Dent's arms.
"That's fine," Clarise said with a grunt as one of Sosho's elbows glanced off her tit. "As much as I'd like to, I'm too sore to do anything right now anyway."
"That goes away," Sosho moaned as she pushed Dent over onto his back and straddled his hips. She began rubbing her sopping cunt up and down his rapidly lengthening cock. "Thank the gods this doesn't!" she hissed as she impaled herself on his rock hard member.
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Authors Note: This is my entry in the ‘Winter Holidays Contest’. There are some elements of the BDSM category in this story so if that is not to your taste perhaps choose a different story. If, however, you read and enjoy it please vote and leave a comment. Thank you very much to my friend, Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Chelsea’s Twelve days of Christmas Chapter 1. Innamorata Chelsea Gillian walked slowly down the staircase into the magnificent ballroom. She was poised and beautiful....
There was little else for them to talk about. Dent stripped to his small clothes and laid down on his bunk willing sleep to come. He could hear Sosho softly sobbing and her mother's light murmuring as she comforted the young woman. Presently the sobbing ended and the cabin was quiet and still. He ran through the mental exercises designed to relax his body but still sleep wouldn't come. Suddenly he felt the bunk give under added weight and the warmth of another body pressed against his...
Councilor Tamer deBrisil walked slowly through the dim hallway towards the Putram's official audience chamber. He was troubled now as he often was lately. Their economy was in the doldrums, trade was almost nonexistent, war with the powerful Malshall was becoming more of a reality every day and their young Putram was becoming a problem. As First Councilor, he was the head of the Citizens Council as well as one of its most prominent members. The Citizens Council was comprised of about one...
Introduction: Enjoy Seans Story Chapter 4: Ride the Wave The house next door to my parents house had been empty for almost two years when the Purcells moved in. It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school and hot as hell. The Purcells moved into town from California and their son, Josh, was the adonis I had been waiting for all my life. He fit the image of a California surfer boy that I had in my head perfectly. He took his shirt off to help move boxes into the...
Introduction: Enjoy Seans Story Chapter 6: The Best Kept Secret We lay on my bed for a while before the cold hit me and I realized that I was still naked despite the lack of any sexual feelings between us at the moment. I was content emotionally for now but I was cold. Laying in front of me was Josh, his eyes were closed. D-Do you mind if I get dressed? He laughed. I guess the moment died huh? It went down in flames. I carefully disentangled myself from Josh and stumbled off the bed. My...
Parker was having a ho-hum day when he got the call. One minute he had been absent-mindedly doodling on a legal pad and half-watching clips from The Deadliest Catch on his computer, and the next minute a young woman with an unusual voice had his total attention. She asked for a consult — the sooner the better — and Parker happily acquiesced. ‘How did you come to hear about me?’ ‘You were recommended to me by my parents, actually. The McCluskeys, George and Anna.’ The voice was bubbly yet...
Wren lay across from me in his large double bed. I stared into his deep sea green eyes, they reminded me of gentle waves. He smiled at me coyly, gently biting his lip in a subtle but oh-so-sexy way. I could feel his eyes pierce me, he was reading me. He knew what I wanted and I could tell that he wanted it too. After dating for four months, we were almost perfectly in sync with each other. I gave him an innocent smiling back, meaning absolutely no innocence whatsoever. Wren reached his arm out...
Sea Girls. Part Five. It took three weeks for our passports to be received and we were straight round to the American Embassy and they knew that we would be applying and it was Thomas who we had to thank that we didn’t have any problems there. The same day a telegram arrived from home asking me to give them a ring, which I did and dad passed over the message which was the date and time of the plane we were to catch at Heathrow airport. During that last week, we took all that we wouldn’t be...
Sea Girls. Part Three. It was on the following Thursday evening that we all gathered together in the lounge and that included the first year students, to hear how us second year ones had got on with our exams. This was what we, Rosie and I, missed out the previous year for we had gone to bed early with it being our last night before the holiday. By the time Mr. Thompson, the senior teacher got his notes together, Rosie and I were sucking on each other’s cocks, making pigs of ourselves in...
Sea Girls. Part Three. It was on the following Thursday evening that we all gathered together in the lounge and that included the first year students, to hear how us second year ones had got on with our exams. This was what we, Rosie and I, missed out the previous year for we had gone to bed early with it being our last night before the holiday. By the time Mr. Thompson, the senior teacher got his notes together, Rosie and I were sucking on each other’s cocks, making pigs of ourselves in...
First TimeHe arrived when I was in the water, my toes pointed, twisting my hips and turning slow circles with my chin tilted to the sky.His body looked the right type, lean without being thin. Muscular and heavily inked but without the desperate gym vibe. Did he know he was hot...? His walk was unassuming. Without a hint of arrogance or perhaps he just hadn’t noticed me watching.Aha there it was, he glanced at me when he flicked his towel and lay it down. "You can lay me down," I giggled to myself.So I...
Quickie SexAnson was in an excellent mood during the return to Salcombe. His courting of Elizabeth Maynard was making good headway whilst his conduct during the court-martial had been met with approval by senior officers. He had taken Captain Manson's word to heart, and a letter to Sir Robert was already en route to London in which Anson advised his benefactor of the opening in Dido once her repairs were finished. Admiral Chalke had given him a copy of his recent evaluations which he enclosed in the...
HMS Syren was for once sailing as part of the North Sea Fleet under Vice Admiral Sir John Brent. She was bringing up the rear of the main body, keeping signal contact with the rearguard. Sir John kept a tight rein on his fleet, and Syren's signal mates and the signal midshipman were busier than a one-armed publican on a Saturday evening, sending and receiving signals between main body and rearguard. Anson suspected that after the months spent cruising the Dutch coast, they had to pay the...
Lunch went smoothly. He ate alone with a few boarding party members stopping to talk briefly about the morning's drill. Some complained that it was too basic, some that it was too advanced and others to offer advice on what was really needed. He accepted all advice and criticism with the same bland thoughtfulness. This wasn't any different than running a drill at the academy, which he had helped with for the past two seasons and actually ran for the last one. A venting student was a happy...
"So I'm guessing doing the figures for Captain Vel won't be too much of a problem?" "Hmm? Oh, no they won't be any problem," Nesho yawned and went back to idly dragging her fingernails over his chest. "That isn't going to do you any good, woman," he mumbled. "You've completely drained me. I don't think there's any possible way to get it up now." "Hmm, I wouldn't mind trying though. Now don't give me that look, I was just kidding. Even if you could get it up I'm so sore...
Dent was getting used to waking up next to or entangled with a warm body but this morning there was something different. Lying on his back he felt not one body but two, one on each side. Sneaking a peek he could see Nesho splayed out half on top of him, head resting on his shoulder and one leg hooked over one of his. Twisting his head slightly he discovered Sosho in an almost identical position but on the opposite side. Both women were awake and staring at each other over his chest. When he...
The next few days slid by with relative ease. Marie's promised layabouts were two strapping young men just as eager for something to do as she had said they would be. With them in tow he headed down to the docks to retrieve their baggage. The docks were still fairly empty so finding the Pinya was easy. Separating their gear from the rest of the loot piled on the pier took some time but was finally accomplished. As they were loading up the handcart they brought with them Dent saw the figure...
If possible, the rocky crags surrounding the harbor of Safehaven were even taller and starker looking then those of Harv'el. The harbor itself was noticeably smaller and the town of Safehaven almost invisible unless you knew exactly where to look. The island was formed from an extinct volcano, the harbor formed from its cone. Dent was up early that morning. He hadn't slept well in the narrow hard bunk and was surprised at just how much he missed the soft warm bodies he had grown accustomed...
By the time the familiar peaks of Jeevel came into sight Dent was fit company for neither man nor beast. He had spent most of the intervening days pacing either the main deck or the pilot bridge until Vel finally forbade him access; he was making the watch-standers nervous. The rest of the crew merely avoided him as he prowled the ship. His demeanor changed as they passed through the breakwater into Harv'el harbor. He disappeared for a while and suddenly reappeared on the main deck. Even...
They were in no particular hurry getting down to breakfast the next morning. Although Nesho hadn't been stricken with the morning sickness to any great extent, Sosho wasn't quite so lucky. They stayed with her until she felt somewhat normal and then made their way down to the dining area. Marie was there bustling around in a particularly chipper mood although she did complain long and loud about the Great Red Villain. Complaining about one's Master was undoubtedly a favorite pastime for...
"Murder?" Dent said, shocked. "Murder," Daniel stated again nodding emphatically. "Boraic is his name and he killed his wife and two young children. Honestly, Your Excellency, we haven't had anything like this in all my years living here, which has been all my life. Small things we've been able to take care of: drunkenness, petty theft, even an occasional brawl. But this," he spread his arms in helplessness; "we don't know what to do. But now you're here ... Well, that is what...
I awoke reasonably early next morning after a great nights sleep, the slow rocking of the ship having lulled me into as deep a sleep as I could remember for a long time. I lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the pleasurable relaxed feelings the ships motion was inducing but I was eventually forced to get up by the growing pressure on my bladder. I shut myself in the toilet and after a long satisfying piss I stripped off my P.J.s and had a good wash and shave then returned to the cabin...
Henrietta was fully recovered from her assault by the sea creature that had used her body shamefully the previous day. She had managed to avoid further damage to her person by hiding the fact she was a Centuries old white witch and pretended to be an innocent human tourist roaming the island for fun and enjoyment. The witch in hiding regretted the fact that she had fallen into a deep emotion ridden orgasm when the monstrosity had entered her anal regions but she knew that was just a part of...
There was a tension in the big Victorian house all evening long, and it was clear that my presence as a guest was quickly coming to an end. After coming home from work, the girls' father went into the kitchen to pour a glass of malt whiskey and noticed that the bottle's remaining liquid was nearly depleted. Over the course of the afternoon, my college friend Gwen who was hosting my visit, her fourteen year old sister Chelsea, and I had each taken several shots of the booze in order to...
Chelsea By Sissie Maid Cuckold "Chelsea! Come here this instance!" Chelsea knew that mother was mad. She did not raise her voice unless she was. She was, after all a lady and proper lady at that! "Yes Mother?" Carrie Williams was out of patience. "I did not see a curtsey young lady!" "Yes Mother." Chelsea hated to have to curtsy. It was so, so childish and girlish. Oh, why must it be done? But Chelsea knew better than to challenge mother. Soon the hem of the pretty yellow...
Chelsea Starts School By Sissie Maid Cuckold A moment of reflection - before I begin this next story I want to share with you, my dear readers, about my writing. Those of you who know me know I type with two fingers, can't spell and do not know sentence structure. But for whatever reason I love to express my experiences, knowledge and thoughts on paper...go figure??. Most of you tolerate my many shortcomings which I appreciate very much. I dearly love to read your comments and take...
Chelsea and Jessica go Uniform Shopping By Sissie Maid Cuckold Knock, Knock, Knock... "Oh hi Jessica, won't you come in," said Carrie Williams, "what do we owe this pleasure to?" "Oh, I'm here to take Chelsea shopping...shopping for some maid's uniforms, is she here?" "Oh, yes, I see, well yes she is down the hall in the laundry room ironing her new maid's uniform, she is obsessed with that thing if you ask me. Go ahead down and see her." Jessica smiled and proceeded down the...
Chelsea Starts to Work for Ms. Jessica By Sissie Maid Cuckold "No, you may not wear your formal Uniform Chelsea. You know it is only for serving at formal get-togethers. Now get changed into one of your morning uniforms and report to me immediately!" "Yes Ma'am, right away Ma'am." Chelsea curtsied and hurried to her room to change. A room that she had just been assigned by Jessica and had only finished putting away her uniforms minutes ago. Chelsea loved wearing the Formal Maids...
Chelsea Gets CuntrolledChelsea Gets a New Room?Chelsea, we need to talk.? The eighteen-year-old pretended not to hear him, her head still down, her ear buds blaring Scrillex into her ears. God! Fucking nerd! The all-wise ?Engisneer of the Year? wants to fucking talk.Straight raven-black hair streaked blue shielded her face as she rolled her eyes and sneered. Her father held out the brochure for her and tugged an ear bud free, ?Chelsea, we need to talk.? She glanced at the brochure petulantly...
Chelsea begins training for marriage By Sissie Maid cuckold "Sylvia...this is Jessica..." "Yes dear, how are things going?" "Well...that's what I am calling you about. Some things have happened and I am not really sure how to handle them and I need your advice." "Oh...tell me about what's going on, nothing bad I hope?" "No nothing bad...well at least I don't think so. Well anyway Chelsea has told me he loves me and I can tell he is truly in love with me." "Does that scare...
Chelsea is Enrolled in Sissy School By Sissie Maid Cuckold "I think you should send Chelsea to Ms. Stern's Sissy Maid school," said Sylvia. "What is a sissy maid school?" asked Jessica. "It's a school for pansies like Chelsea that teaches them proper maid, sissy and cuckold things." "Are you serious? They really have such things?" "Yes, they most certainly do. There are a lot more women than you might think that have a sissy husband, boyfriend or son and many of them...
“Oh Damn” said a female voice, “Not again!” “Is it snowing again, Crystal?” said another girls’ voice. “Yea” Crystal said. “Another fine day created by mother nature!!! Now I’m stuck here! I’m gonna be late getting home, again! It’s all your fault, Chelsea!!” “ I know, I know. Another day, more snow.” “I’m gonna go upstairs and try to call my parents” Crystal and Chelsea had been best friends ever since their parents had divorced and their mothers had become friends, some 18 years ago. Crystal,...
MasturbationIt was a Thursday morning and John had another day of work from home planned. There had been a problem with a couple of shipments arriving from out of state, and he was going to have to make a few phone calls to his clients to sort things out. He really wasn’t looking forward to it! Chelsea, his 18 year old cleaner, came by on a Thursday. Since taking her virginity a couple of months ago, they fucked nearly every time she came over. They both really enjoyed it- she made him feel younger and...