Mister GabeChapter 2
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The Honeymoon – Sunday
The next morning, Sunday, I woke to an aching head, a mild hangover from all of that wine "C" had forced on me yesterday. I looked over at the empty bed beside me. Sara had left me at the top of the stairs and gone to her own room last night, murmuring something about being sore from all the pounding that Drew had given her. I hadn't been in any state to really understand what she was talking about at the time, but as I lay there I came to realize that not only had my wife been raped and taken from me yesterday, my own eighteen year old daughter had also been fucked. Mister Gabe and his son-in-law had double teamed her. Mister Gabe had also predicted that he was going to fuck my daughter when he got back from the honeymoon. Silently I resolved to myself that I may have given him my wife, but I was not going to give him my daughter too.
The house was eerily silent with Jen and the kids gone.
I got up and did my bathroom stuff, including taking a couple of aspirin for the headache. Then, pulling on my robe I headed downstairs. After a stop at the coffee maker, I opened the patio door to head out and view the scene of the crime. Now, after the fact, I didn't have the relatively easy acceptance of what had happened that had overpowered my objections yesterday. Why had I accepted it? I could feel jealousy, anger, hurt and depression taking turns at me. I had given my wife away to our black neighbor. How could I ever reconcile that? Yes, Jen had been very clear that it was what she wanted to happen, although I couldn't understand that either. But still, why hadn't I just refused?
While I waited for the coffee to be ready I had seen a folded note left on the table so I picked it up. Stepping outside with the coffee, I paused to read it. Sara had written that she really needed to be with Brock today and hoped that I didn't mind – she would be home later this evening. Fine. Brock had been ambushed by events over the last week as well, and as Sara's fiancé I'm sure that he couldn't have been happy seeing Mister G's son-in-law pound her as he had during the "dancing" after the ceremony. Yes, my daughter needed to spend some time with her man. Her 'other' man I thought to myself.
I put the note into my robe pocket and then observed that the patio had already been largely put back to its normal state. A movement to my right caught my eye and I saw "C" emerging from Mister Gabe's patio door. She was wearing a dressing gown as well. It was a long flowing white cotton garment, tied at the waist, that hid the charms that I knew she had, but only in such a way as to tempt the imagination. It was "long" in comparison to the diaphanous gown that I had seen her in a few times before, but still only came down to her knees exposing her very well formed calves. The brisk morning air quickly turned on her headlights as well, her nipples creating perfectly tantalizing tents as she strode out into the patio.
I cleared my throat and rasped "hello" to her. She stopped and turned to me. "C"'s expression caught me by surprise – a kind of wistful, sympathetic look – as she hesitatingly approached me. "How are you doing Mister Dane?" she asked.
"Call me Dave, "C"," I responded while pulling my eyes up to hers. "I don't know how to answer that."
She arrived right in front of me, and placing her hands on my upper arms leaned up and brushed her lips across mine. It was a friendly kiss, followed by a sad smile. "Alright Dave, but only when Mister Gabe and his wife are not around." I blinked at that... 'his' wife? She took a deep breath, "it will be alright. Eventually. For now you just have to accept things, and remember what you agreed to."
This caused me to frown, "agreed to? You mean in addition to letting Jennifer go to him?"
"Yes," "C" responded, "the list that I gave you two days ago ... that you agreed to." I could see her remembering yesterday as she said, "don't tell me that you didn't read that either? Oh, Dave! Do you know where it is?"
I thought for a moment. "Yup, follow me," and I turned back into my house. "C" followed as I made the trek through the kitchen and dining room to my office at the front of the house. We entered, and there, right where I had left them, were the two documents that "C" had given me. She scooted in front of me and grabbed them. She quickly discarded one murmuring "we won't need that one any longer", obviously referring to the ceremony instructions that I had not read, and then handed me the other.
It was a single sheet of expensive, letter-sized vellum with a watermark embedded that I could see said "Gabriel". I read...
Terms of Agreement
Gabriel Black and David Dane
June 17, 2011, continuing to a date to be determined later by Gabriel Black.
David Dane has released his wife, Jennifer Dane, from her marriage vows to him, and voluntarily given Jennifer Dane to Gabriel Black. Gabriel Black has taken ownership of Jennifer Dane, as his own wife, and will retain ownership until such time as he, and he alone, determines to alter this agreement.
During the tenure of Jennifer Dane's ownership by and marriage to Gabriel Black she will:
- Retain the use of her existing name for public consumption (at work, with her family, and during those occasions in which she publicly continues the pretense of remaining married to David Dane).
- Continue to officially reside in the residence owned by David Dane
- Continue to be supported, as necessary, financially, socially, and emotionally by David Dane
- Substantively continue her role as mother to her children
- Publically support David Dane's employment
- Otherwise do exactly as her new owner and husband, Gabriel Black, demands of her. Whatever, whenever, with whomever.
- Accept training from Gabriel Black, and others that he may designate from time to time, in the activities and expertise expected of a slut whore wife, and further, accept fully any and all forms of punishment deemed necessary from time to time by Gabriel Black, or others that he may designate from time to time, for failure to adequately:
o Respond to instruction
o Learn skills
o For any other reason whatsoever as determined by Gabriel Black
- Jennifer Dane will immediately comply with any request put to her by a male. To be clear, Jennifer Dane will say "yes", always, and then act upon her concurrence to any request.
- Actively work to enable Gabriel Black's eventual ownership of her daughter, Sara Dane.
- Actively work to enable Gabriel Black's eventual ownership of her daughter, Molly Dane, when Molly Dane becomes eighteen years of age.
- Become impregnated with Gabriel Black's child as soon as possible, and if that child (or children) is (are) female, actively work to enable their eventual ownership by Gabriel Black when they become eighteen years of age.
During the tenure of Jennifer Dane's ownership by and marriage to Gabriel Black she will not:
- In any way, shape, form, or intent, allow sexual contact with David Dane. To be clear, David Dane is the only person that Jennifer Dane must say "no" to with regards to any form of sexual contact. Any other requests of her by David Dane must be approved by Gabriel Black prior to her consent.
- Disclose to any one, or any entity, the nature of her new relationship with Gabriel Black and David Dane, except as required by Gabriel Black.
- Put anyone's needs of her before those of Gabriel Black's. The only exceptions to this requirement are the needs incumbent upon her as the mother of Mike and Molly Dane. Children come first. To be clear, her daughter Sara Dane is not considered a child.
Further David Dane consents to:
- the installation, at Gabriel Black's expense, of a secure, discreet, interior door connecting Gabriel Black's and Jennifer Dane's bedrooms
- the modification, at Gabriel Black's expense and direction, of furniture and fixtures in Jennifer Dane's bedroom
- the installation, at Gabriel Black's expense, of discreet audio/video monitoring equipment throughout David Dane's house and grounds, the only exceptions being the childrens' bedrooms and bathroom.
David Dane agrees fully to the requirements of this agreement, as set out above, by the act of giving Jennifer Dane to Gabriel Black on June 18, 2011.
No signature is required.
I read it again. And then I read it again. I was stunned. Sara, and Molly too? A baby, or more than one? All the rest of it? My eyes lifted from the paper to "C"'s, "Jennifer agreed to all of this?" I whispered.
"C" actually stuttered, "she ... she didn't have to. You did. You had her and you took your wedding ring off of her finger, and then she threw it away. You rejected Mrs. Dane, gave her away." She again grasped my arms and moaned, "oh David, how could you not have read this?"
My stunned state was quickly evaporating in an overpowering rage, "this is fucking bullshit!" I exploded as I threw the offending paper back onto my desk. I grabbed "C" by the shoulders and shook her, hard. Even in my state I noticed her robe come open. Just as suddenly I stopped and after a moment whispered, "Jen's wedding ring! I have to go find it." I roughly pushed "C" to the side and ran for the patio door. The last I had seen of the ring was it being thrown out onto the patio.
"Wait," cried "C" from behind me, and I could hear her feet slapping on the tile as she ran through the kitchen behind me.
Outside I went to the spot where I had given Jen away and then turned in the direction that I thought that she had thrown the ring. My mind had been fogged yesterday, and my senses had been overwhelmed, but I was pretty sure it had been cast into the shrubs near the pool. I scrambled that way and dropped to my knees to start looking. Behind me I was aware that "C" had gone to the patio bar, and was now approaching me. "David. Mister Dane, here, please have a drink of this and try to calm down." I ignored her as I pawed under the shrubbery. I felt her hand grip my shoulder and pull me around to face her. She thrust one of those oversized wine glasses in at me, full of Mister Gabe's vintage. "Drink this!" she demanded.
"Fuck!" I exploded once again, "I'm not drinking any of your fucking wine!" and I smashed the glass from her hand causing it to shatter against the patio blocks, casting wine over everything. "C" backed away from my violence, grasping her robe closed in front of her, her eyes wide as she contemplated the rage on my face. I turned back to my search but was aware that "C" was running back into Mister Gabe's side of the house.
It was ten minutes ... I don't know for sure. I had searched the shrubs and couldn't find the ring and now found myself standing, staring into the pool. Wondering if it had gone in there and what I would have to do to drag the bottom to find it. My emotions were on a roller coaster now diving into depression again as I contemplated the loss of my wife. I heard the patio door open and then "C" approaching. I turned to look at her and noted that she had a cup of something in her hand. Tentatively she asked, "Mister Dane, I made some tea for you. Would you please drink it? It is made from Mister Gabe's special herbs and will calm you."
I shook my head, "no. Thanks "C", but I don't want anything from Mister Gabe." My lips twisted to a lopsided grin and I said, "it seems that when I drink his stuff I lose all control." I paused as my statement sunk in. I was just on the edge of a thought, but couldn't quite grasp it as "C" stepped closer.
"C" held the tea up to me, "drink it. You'll feel better."
I took the tea and then immediately set it down on the table, "no" as I again thought about all of Mister Gabe's wine that I had been drinking.
"C" stepped in close, undoing her robe as she did. She pulled the sides apart, exposing her breasts, belly and shaven pussy to me. "I can make you feel better Dave." She pulled me into an embrace against her nakedness, and grasping my ears, pulled my lips down to hers. Our lips parted and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. After a moment I found myself responding, and returning the kiss. She pulled back slightly, and whispered, "you needn't worry about the ring, Dave. I picked it up last night."
Startled, with my hands again on her shoulders I pushed her back and excitedly asked, "where is it?" Then I demanded, "give it to me!"
Her face altered from the wistful expression of a moment before as her eyes widened, "I can't do that Dave. Mister Gabe ... I mean ... I put it in a safe place."
Again, instantly and uncontrollably, my rage took over and I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face violently. "I don't give a fuck about 'Mister Gabe'," I sneered, "give me my wife's ring."
"C" was sobbing now, the imprint of my slap on her cheek as she shook her head, "I ... I ... I can't". And I hit her again, twice, back and forth across the face. Suddenly she twisted in my grip, breaking loose, and turned to run towards the house. She caught me off guard so had a bit of a lead, but I started to sprint after her. "C" flung open the patio door to Mister Gabe's side of the house, and ran inside with me right behind her. I could hear her sobs as she ran. Mister Gabe's house was a mirror of mine and so as "C" ran through the kitchen I knew she was heading for the stairs. She tipped a dining room chair in front of me causing me to slow going around it. She was half way up the stairs before I got to the bottom. At the top "C" turned towards what, in our house, would be the kid's rooms, and with a burst of speed ran to a doorway down the hall. That is where I caught her, for a moment. I grabbed at her long raven-coloured hair and missed, coming up with a fistful of her robe. I ripped at it as she spun to enter the room that she had just arrived at. As she spun in my grip, the robe came off of her shoulder. "C" threw a punch at me which I avoided and she jumped into the room. I still had a hold of the robe which was now being pulled wide open exposing her flushed and beautiful body to my maddened eyes. With a violent twist she pulled free of the robe and spun to close the door in my face, but, without thinking about it, I punched at her, hitting her squarely in the left tit ... smack dead center on her nipple ... causing her to cry out and fall back into the room, clutching at the wounded tit.
I stepped menacingly into the room, staring at her and growling, "where the fuck is the ring?" "C" scrambled back into the room, on her back, whimpering as I towered over her.
... and I paused, looking slowly around the room that I had just stepped into. In our house this would be Molly's room, situated next to Mike's, separated by a shared bathroom. Mister Gabe had obviously converted the space into something totally different, using up the space for both bedrooms and the bath in the process. I've been around for a while, and seen some movies, and read some books, so I knew what I was looking at. I was now standing in Mister Gabe's dungeon! The walls were extraordinarily thick – the cork board that Mike had told me about. Spaced around the walls were whips and paddles, canes, and chains. Along one side was a huge X made of timbers with manacles on each end point. There was what appeared to be a hangman's post with a rope gibbet suspended below it, ready for use. Attached to the ceiling was a grid work of metal rods with various restraints hanging from it. There was a saw horse, and a padded bench, and various sizes of wooden chests scattered about. In the middle of the room was a huge four post bed covered in what looked like leather.
My brain tried to assimilate what my eyes were observing. Finally I looked down on the raven-haired beauty lying whimpering on the ground at my feet. "What the fuck is this place?" I demanded.
"C" slowly gained control of her breathing, "this is Master's personal room."
Not to be distracted from my purpose, I crouched down over "C" and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, shaking her head, and then slamming it into the floor which I noted was also covered in the same cork that was all over the walls. A distant part of me observed that with the door closed very little sound would escape this room. "Where is my wife's ring?" I demanded again. She simply shook her head from side to side, noiselessly mouthing 'no'. My rage flared and I slapped her again across the face. Then I used her hair to drag her across to the X. One hand still in her hair, I dug three fingers from my other hand into her cunt to gain a purchase and lifted her up bodily. "C" shrieked. I held her in the air a moment, and then brutally slammed her against the X. Quickly I shackled her arms above her head, in the conveniently placed manacles, and then forced her legs apart and secured her ankles to the manacles below. "C" was screaming "no". I turned and went back to the door which still hung open behind us, and slammed it shut. Turning menacingly back to "C" I growled, "I suspect that with that closed, no one will hear you, so until you tell me what I want to know, you can go ahead and scream your lungs out."
Now I am your average, normal law abiding man, a father and a husband. I had never struck a woman before in my life, and I certainly had never contemplated what I was contemplating now. But during this last couple of weeks I had been turned on my head. I had fucked my daughter, and watched my prospective son-in-law slam his cock into my wife's mouth. Yesterday I had held my Jennifer's head as our black neighbor had pounded his massive meat into her mouth, and watched as he then forcefully took her bound form in front of me while I fucked his pregnant daughter – pregnant with his own child. I was totally messed up, and totally beyond any 'normal' boundaries.
I gazed around the room, taking in the instruments of torment hanging on the walls until my eyes stopped at a whip. Quickly I strode to it and picking it up, swished it through the air as I returned to stand in front of "C". "Where is the ring?" I demanded once more. She continued to cry and shake her head in denial.
Without further thought I swung the whip at her striking her across the belly, immediately raising a cruel looking red mark. She screamed. Again I hit her, across the thighs. She screamed. Again and again, and again I hit her with that whip. When I connected with her nipples her screams turned blood curdling and I realized that my cock had become an iron hard rod that my own robe was no longer containing – standing proudly out in front of me and swinging in time with my arm as I struck the woman in front of me. I dropped the whip and tore my robe off, stepping up to "C". First I slammed my right fist into her belly, forcing all breath from her body. Then, in quick progression I rabbit punched her with both fists, pounding into her belly, her tits, her belly. Over and over. I didn't let her catch her breath and her screams died to whimpers. Then I cruelly twisted a length of her hair in my left hand and used my right to line my prick up to her gapping cunt lips. Amazingly I could see a trail of "C"'s own juices running down her legs. Without thought I rammed myself into her sinking all eight inches to the hilt in one mindless thrust.
Her head was still shaking wildly in denial to my repeated demands about the location of Jen's ring. In time with my violent thrusts into her body, I continued to punch her body and slap her face. My closed fist slammed into her tits, and her belly. My violence seemed to know no bounds. My rage was enormous and could not be controlled. After an eternity of beating this women, while madly fucking her at the same time, I moved both hands up to grasp her wrists where they were manacled above her head and then just proceeded to drive myself into her. Finally I sensed that she had been cumming, repeatedly, and that her moans of denial had turned to screams of passion and affirmation. Her 'no's' had changed to something else.
"Yes!" she cried over and over, "yes, master, fuck your slave. Beat me. Use me. Fuck me. I'll do whatever you want!"
I became a piston, slamming into her, again and again until finally I was driven over the edge. As she screamed in my ear, I erupted into her cunt, cumming in endless ropes of semen driven deep into the woman.
Finally I was done. I let my hands trail down her bound arms to her shoulders and then to take a grip in her hair, twisting her face up to mine, forcing her to look into my eyes. I hadn't forgotten what this was about. "Where is Jennifer's wedding ring."
I was almost surprised by her quiet answer, spoken through the sobs that still came from her lovely abused mouth. I could see the split lip and blood trickling slowly from her nose. She whispered, "I will show you Master."
I nodded and quickly undid her restraints. She fell into my arms and picking her up I carried her to the padded bench at the foot of the bed. Placing her there I stood and waited. "C" groaned as she looked up at me. I could see the whip marks across her body, and there was already evidence of bruising along her ribs and belly from where I had punched her. Tentatively, she reached slowly for my spent penis and pulled me closer. Leaning forward, she took me into her mouth and twirling her tongue she expertly cleaned all of the juices. Next she used her hair to dry me, and settled back onto the bench. As she did this the enormity of what I had just done to her slowly replaced my rage. I sank to me knees in front of her, ""C", I am sorry."
But she hushed me, "David, it is ok. We didn't think you could do this. I am used to it. You see, I am Mister Gabe's slave, and whenever he feels the need, he uses me like this," and she slowly swept her arm about, encompassing the room. "I don't think there is any permanent damage, and you didn't approach my safe word limits." Again she paused to draw a deep breath and hugging herself she continued, "Mister Dane, if you look behind you to the left of the doorway you will see a plaque. Go there."
I rose, turned and slowly walked over to where she had directed. On the wall I could see a two foot by two foot plaque of darkly stained wood. On it, arranged in five columns were five rows of silver nails. Upon the first sixteen were rings. They were wedding bands. Some were simple gold bands, while others ran the spectrum from tiny stones to large diamonds. Below each ring was a small nameplate – Alicia, Debra, Antonia, and others. Beside most of the carved names were embedded one or more small gems. I could see that most of the nameplates were a green stone into which the name had been carved, but I could see that there were three names carved into a red stone. The third ring, under which was a red stone said "Alicia". Farther down, and I counted, number twelve, was a nameplate on red stone that said "Cynthia", which did not have a gemstone embedded. Finally, at the bottom, I read "Jennifer", also on a red stone nameplate without a gemstone. As I plucked Jen's wedding ring from the plaque I called over my shoulder, "why are all of these here?" I turned and looked across the room at Cynthia, "C", and continued, "and why the different colours?"
"C" scooted herself back from the bench onto the bed until she was sitting in the middle of it, and then patted the space beside her indicating that I was to join her there. I wrapped my fist tightly around Jen's ring, and strolled back to "C", crawling up onto the bed beside her. She reclined back, groaning slightly as she did, and pulled me down to lie beside her. "Dave, I will tell you." She began, "Mister Gabe has been taking wives for a long time – more than twenty years. Each of those wedding bands belonged to a woman whose husband gave her to Mister Gabe. While he owns the lady, he also determines whether the husband deserves to get her back eventually. Most do. Some do not," and her mouth turned downward into a sad up-side-down smile.
She continued, "the green stones indicate that the woman was returned to her previous husband. The red stones indicate those that remain wives of Mister Gabe. The gemstones on the nameplates indicate the number of girls that Mister Gabe has fathered on them."
"uhh," I started, "are you the Cynthia? And Alicia, she is still Mister Gabe's wife as well? What do you mean that he didn't 'return' them?"
"Yes, I am 'the' Cynthia. Alicia's ex-husband was the first that didn't get her back. I've never met him, but Alicia has told me that he became more of a submissive to Mister Gabe's direction than anyone expected and that Mister Gabe just felt Alicia could no longer live with him. She is in her fifties now and lives at Mister Gabe's estate in California. We see her whenever we go out there, or whenever Mister Gabe has her come to us. She is a lovely woman." "C" paused to breathe, and leaned over on her elbow to kiss me softly. At the same time her left hand descended between us to grasp my deflated prick, to start to gently tug on it. "My ex, Jerry, turned out to be like Alicia's ex. He just kept drinking the tea, and doing whatever Mister Gabe told him. It has been a couple of years since I've seen him now."
"Don't you miss him?" I asked, "and you don't have a gemstone. That means he hasn't fathered a child on you Cynthia?"
"Sometimes I do, yes. He was the love of my life, tender and sweet. But Mister Gabe has replaced him in my heart, and filled needs that I didn't know that I had with Jerry. And no, we found out that I could not have children – much to both of our dismay. But Mister Gabe has been very sweet about it, and we've both come to terms with it."
"Now David, you have to put the ring back on the plaque. You shouldn't be in this room, and I know that I shouldn't have told you all that I have. I'll have to tell Mister Gabe about today and he will not be happy. I know he will punish me, and he will probably punish Jen as well."
I started to growl but "C" deflected me by bending at the waist and leaning down to take my now stiff prick into her warm mouth. "Cynthia, I will not give this ring back. And you have to know that Jennifer is not going to allow Black to father a child on her. That was part of my agreement with her when I allowed all of this to happen."
She abruptly stopped sucking on me and levered herself up to look intently into my eyes. "That will cause problems Dave. Big problems. Fuck!" I was surprised to hear come from her mouth. She stood from the bed, "Mister Dane, I think we better get out of here. You go home now." And we were done. I got out of bed, grabbed my robe, and headed home. Just like that we went from me beating her, to a soft conversation, to me getting kicked out.
As I was leaving "C" called to me, "the workmen will be here tomorrow for the door and the AV." I just nodded and left.
The Honeymoon – Monday
Sara hadn't come home last night, but she had called to let me know that both she and Brock were coming to terms with things, and that they were 'ok'. She said that she'd be home Monday or Tuesday.
I had spent the rest of Sunday moping around the house.
This morning I had been awoken by "C", dressed in her business suit, pushing me to get out of bed saying the workers had arrived and I needed to get out of the bedroom. I went downstairs to find that she had made me some breakfast, so after eating that I headed out for a day lounging by the pool.
Through the day I could hear thumps and bangs emanating from my bedroom, and from time to time I could see "C", or workmen, or both moving with a purpose through my house – often times on the balcony that comes off of my bedroom and looks over the patio.
Lunchtime came and went with the morning coffee turning into afternoon beer, but no food as I just didn't have the urge to get anything to eat. I snoozed, and I drank more beer as my mind continued to turn over and over about the events of the last few days, and the information that "C" had imparted to me. Late in the afternoon I was awoken, again by "C", who was now in her diaphanous robe, cinched at the waist. "David, you have to eat. I have some food over here on the table. But first you need to come with me," and she turned away, swaying her delectable derriere in my face as she strolled to the patio door. "Sara called, and said she would be home tomorrow and that she is bringing a friend over for some time in the pool. Somebody named Erin?" "C" then led the way into my house. She paused in each room pointing out the very discreet cameras mounted in the ceiling or on walls. I surmised, as I saw them all, that they must cover every room, from every angle.
"C" continued the tour upstairs, still showing me the cameras and noting that there were also microphones hidden as well – and pointed a couple out to me. She showed me the cameras in Sara's room and affirmed that there were not any in either Mike's or Molly's rooms. She explained that all cameras were connected to a 'system' in Mister Gabe's 'control room'. They were all motion activated and everything was continually recorded for Mister Gabe's viewing pleasure whenever he wanted to.
I nodded thoughtfully as "C" finally led me into my bedroom. Instantly I could see the changes in here. Our four poster bed had hooks attached at about the seven foot level of each post. There were additional mirrors attached to the 'roof' of the bed, the middle of which also contained a sturdy looking hook arrangement. "C" assured me that my bedroom was also fully wired. She pulled me down into the middle of my bed, and pushed me to lie on my back. She pulled her robe off and lay on her back. Looking up I could clearly see us, lying beside each other, in the new mirror above. I could see her perfect nude body – perfect except for the welts and bruises that I had placed there yesterday. I could feel myself hardening as I watched her tiny hand reach over to my shorts and slowly pull the zipper down. I watched as she delicately freed my cock from its restraint and then slowly started to jack me. Reluctantly I raised my eyes to the reflection of hers in the mirror and caught her grinning broadly at me. "See, David. Can you imagine watching yourself as you plow into your daughter's tight cunt, or watch your cock sink deep into her throat? Or, maybe, fuck her virginal ass?"
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Mister Muscle and LoveBug Issue #3: Short and Sweet Chapter One: Eye Candy After weeks of careful debate, we’d finally gotten her costume sorted out, reaching a compromise we were both comfortable with. The sticking point had been the zipper, of course. She’d stubbornly insisted that it had one, much to my chagrin, and had been taunting me endlessly with its existence ever since. I was begging to feel a kinship with Pavlov’s poor dogs, the sound of the zipper tab parting metal teeth making my...
VoyeurMister Muscle and Love Bug Issue #1: Of Bugs and Brawn Chapter One: A Bug in the House She spent a lot of time playing with her zipper. It was either a nervous tic or (and this is the explanation I preferred) an attempt to draw my attention to the fact that she was all woman. Oh, and what a woman. I’d known, even before she walked through the door that she was in heat. Her presence had been announced by what I can only describe as pheromones. Not at all subtle either. I could feel the blood...
MasturbationAs she walked back to the pod beside her brother, Rachel was silent; she was so distracted that she didn't even notice her own nakedness. She'd made a complete spectacle of herself in front of everyone, and not for the first time. Thinking it best to leave her to her thoughts, David kept quiet also. He remembered his earlier puzzlement, so he took the opportunity to query the AI subvocally, «Is the Fleet Auxiliary about replacing Navy people on colony ships, and getting them onto...
Mister Muscle and LoveBug Issue #2: Taking the Bull by the Balls Chapter One: A Bug in Cheap Clothing “What the heck are you wearing, Squirt?” I did my best to keep my voice level as I looked her up and down, not even bothering to hide the stern frown creasing my face. At least she had the good manners to blush before she started playing with her zipper. I made a mental note to take her shopping as soon as possible. Apparently, the girl (not that I would ever call her that to her face unless...
Mister Muscle and Love Bug Issue #1: Of Bugs and Brawn Chapter One: A Bug in the House She spent a lot of time playing with her zipper. It was either a nervous tic or (and this is the explanation I preferred) an attempt to draw my attention to the fact that she was all woman. Oh, and what a woman. I’d known, even before she walked through the door that she was in heat. Her presence had been announced by what I can only describe as pheromones. Not at all subtle either. I could feel the blood...
Fridays can tend to be slow in my business, and sometimes I try to find an opportunity to escape the office early. Sometimes the opportunity to escape finds me...It was mid-morning on Friday when I answered the phone, and was slightly stunned and amused when I thought I heard a woman with an unfamiliar accent ask for "Mister Cockenballs". Thinking that my twisted mind obviously misunderstood her accent, I recovered my composure and replied, "Excuse me ma'am, would you please repeat that name?"...
Jane Weston impatiently tapped her Gucci clad toe on the marble foyer floor, as the liveried Global Freight workers slowly wheeled in the large crate. Jesus, they were typical men: moving like molasses, devoid of any sense of urgency. Jane had a low opinion of men in general since she had booted her philandering bastard of a husband out two years ago. A good private detective and an even better lawyer had helped her exact her revenge to the tune of forty million dollars. She had used half the...
It all started with a simple Scotch and water on the rocks in a moment of careless relaxation. The big man with the black-framed glasses was unsure about it but the look in the cabin hostess eyes looked at him as if expecting him to order "Ginger Ale" or some such candy-ass drink and he wanted desperately to disappoint her for his own satisfaction. James "Jimmy" Thornton hadn't had a Scotch and water since the old days back in Southeast Asia and the Scotch was mostly the Japanese shit and...
I am not the author of this story....i just fixed the grammar and spelling mistakes etc!!My name is Loretta and my husband and I own a large Kennel and boarding establishment in San Fernando Valley. We raise Great Danes, Mastiffs, Rottweilers, Irish Wolfhound and Anatolian Shepherds. These are special dogs for guarding and hunting. We have 65 dogs at the moment. We do a little cross breeding for ourselves just to see how they turn out. Six of those 65 are cross breeds. Two are half Great Dane...
Senior year so far has proven to be everything I thought it would be and then some. My classes were easy and fun, and I was getting very good grades. The girls’ volleyball team was undefeated all four years! My Gym teacher, Mr. Adams, helped coach me on the side and was a great help, he has decided to let me pass gym class despite having to take it twice this year. But I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t mind at all. I kind of wanted to fail. It was easy to do, just don’t show up the week...
The more we meet the more we learn about each other and things we may be want to try but have been uncomfortable to share with our partners ---- with us there are very few boundaries and trust is implicit ....... Mick tells me he has an adventure planned for me on his next visit --- I think to myself we have done most things already but still I got so excited as to what he had planned --- every time we spoke I asked what he has planned for us -- but each time the answer is the same -- wait and...
Senior year so far has proven to be everything I thought it would be and then some. My classes were easy and fun, and I was getting very good grades. The girls’ volleyball team was undefeated all four years! My Gym teacher, Mr. Adams, helped coach me on the side and was a great help, he has decided to let me pass gym class despite having to take it twice this year. But I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t mind at all. I kind of wanted to fail. It was easy to do, just don’t show up the week...
Oral SexChapter One- Boss, are you listening? Hello-o-o!Finger snaps appeared before his face. Light shimmered in his pupils. He grimaced exasperated. Couldn’t people leave him alone to his thoughts just for a few second? It took him a few moments to focus his sight completely. Adam Rich owner of Hot Spot graced him with a look, towards the irritated bartender standing with one foot on the rail on the lower part of the counter, tapping his foot, looking expectant upon him. What?! He wanted to scream...
For a very long time, Hector Boggles only used the pay phone in the hallway of his apartment building. When he was working, which seems like a long time ago now, he liked to use the phones in the big red booths on street corners. It seemed like those days were disappearing very fast. Nowadays the best way to call people on the phone was to have a cell phone or a "mobile" as young people were fond of saying. Now that he was declared redundant and unemployed, he liked to classify himself as...
Dave hates noise. Wanting the noise to stop and wanting everything to be quiet, Dave just wanted some peace. As if her scream was meant for only him to hear and as if the woman’s distant scream was amplified and played through a speaker in his ear, her scream was deafening. Assaulting his senses, Dave came to action. With the vision of a marching band and a parade, with him in his dress blues, and with her scream playing his song in the background, he was ready to do battle. ‘From the Halls...
At the Detention centre in the cell next door to Flt Lt Miles sat Royal navy Lt. Elizabeth Hall, from Culdrose Medical centre. Liz was 5'6" with a chest of 42" since the baby (She was a new mum and had just returned to work.). She was 34 years old and kept herself very fit, I suppose you would say she was stocky. She had auburn hair cut quite short. Liz was worried about her son. she hadn't seen him since they had arrived. Her breasts were aching now, they were heavy and hot. She...
I decided to indulge my fetish this weekend and so I arranged to have these three large men of whom I knew had huge bladders and large cocks to participate in my golden shower extravaganza and so when they arrived Saturday evening we knew what we were going to do and where we were going to do it so we retired to the bedroom where we removed our clothing the men then began drinking lots of beer from a keg I had brought in special when their bellies were full and so were their bladders it was...
Chapter 1 Now, after marrying Cornelia, Dez ran her business successfully. Cornelia and her daughter Anja both bore him children, and so did Laura and Aisha. With the twins that Angela bore him, and the children that Maria and Laetitia bore him in Italy, Dez now had eight children. But living with German women proved a lot of trouble for nothing, for even Cornelia and her daughter started to give him grief and Dez couldn’t stand them. Anja was the one that influenced her mom negatively, for...
Introduction: This is my first ever story, completely fiction, tell me know what you think It was around 10 oclock on a Saturday morning when the doorbell rang. I hadnt been awake long, and was still in what I wore to bed, a tank top and shorts, which showed of my lean legs and ample DD breasts. I had no make-up on and my dark brunette hair was tied up in a messy ponytail to keep it out of my face. When the doorbell sounded I put down my coffee and went to the door. On opening the door I found...
Shawn walked into the office for the first time this morning. He was a green accountant right out of school. He had been hired by a temp firm to help businesses with their accounting. This was going to be his first stop. He opened the door to the massive brick building and entered. He looked at the marquee and saw the company he was looking for was on the 2nd floor, across from Vance Refrigeration. He got on the open elevator and hit the button for the second floor. When he exited he turned...
As the week progressed, the girls felt better and got back to normal, just as Zoe had. I, however, started to withdraw from them, and from Mrs. Bell at the same time. I still went to classes, and started showing back up at the morning runs, afternoon workouts, study sessions and football practices; but I wasn't really focused on any of that. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts and feelings of guilt. Once Doctor Chang laid it out, it was clear I had done something to the girls. Not just...
‘Monday, Wednesday’ he said loudly, and looked towards me. ‘What?’ I said, shocked. ‘You where late’ he replied, looking bored. ‘Yes, sorry about that. You see, so where you…’ I said, holding back my laughter. ‘I was?!’ he questioned, sarcastically. ‘That’s what happens when you fuck a student, sir’ I said, biting the corner of my lip. His coy smile spread across his face. It was obvious why I fucked him, he was so hot. Just thinking about what we did turned me on all over again. ‘Will you be...
If you recall I left off after reminding Rachel she didn’t tell me what was the most erotic thing she had done; after she let the hotel elevator on her floor and she motioned me to follow her. When I stepped out of the elevator Rachel said she didn’t want to have “that” conversation in the hall. When we got to her room she said, “You said you were happily married and I was safe with you, right?” “Right, I don’t sleep around on Lisa. I promise I won’t try anything funny.” I put one hand...
PHILEAS FOGG rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End. The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members. From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England. The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim. Some took sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook their...
Best Friend’s Mom (Valerie) I was transfixed, literally. It was impossible for me to move as I looked out of my bedroom window that summer afternoon, down into my neighbor’s yard and saw Bobby and Valerie DeJong fucking. Their son, Chet, had been my best friend through high school and I knew the family well, but this was the first time in my 18 years of existence on the planet that I’d witnessed a couple in the flesh, screwing each other for all they were worth. It was shocking, mesmerizing and...
MILF“I was thinking along the lines of four concerts of music and singing, four shows, or Broadway concerts and four premier acts every ninety days starting the first week of September. December would be just the GSS doing winter/Christmas music, with January, February and March being available for Premier acts. April could be another school coming in to use the facility and May could be another Broadway show of us, or a traveling Off-Broadway show, with the place dark for our Summer...
Blondie Fesser and Brianna Bounce were given their jobs at the real estate company for two reasons: they have big tits and love to fuck. It’s a typical Wednesday afternoon, and Blondie and Brianna are bored and horny. So, to pass the time before their daily meeting with the company bosses, the two decide to compare their boob sizes, take some nude photos, and lick each other’s pussies. Knowing what the two chicks have been up to since he’s been watching them the whole time on the company...
xmoviesforyouAditya, wake up bro! my cousin, Radzz Radhika said. Her bosoms were right above my mouth and I could smell her perfume. The wake up-call was indeed intoxicating. She was wearing a pink top and a low cut jeans. She was not wearing bra as a result the outline of her nipples were totally visible. The denims were so low-waist that I was able to see her panty. I controlled myself and reminded myself that she was my sister had she been anyone else I might have turned into an animal anyway, coming...
IncestSurgeon General's Warning: Smokin' In the Boys Room By Debi This is a work of fiction that deals with transgendered themes and explicit sexual content. Please, if you're not 18 years of age, or if you find this sort of thing offensive, then just don't read it. If you'd like to include this story on any TG fiction lists, you're free to do so with my blessing. Let me know what you think, please; constructive criticism is gratefully accepted. Enjoy the story! Love, ...
Scarlett grabbed her sizeable clutch purse from the floor. The purse made it's distinctively common sound as the button seal was popped open.Scarlett had a smile on her face that was beyond mischievous. Holding the purse from May's view she reached in and pulled out something before quickly discarding the purse. When she presented what was in her hand, May's eyes almost doubled in size.She held two toys in her hand. The one that was most difficult to ignore was a bright pink realistic cock. It...
LesbianAs soon as Shane walked in the door, he was surrounded by chaos. Each c***d demanded his attention, trying to blame the others for whatever had gone wrong.“Where’s your mother?” He asked.A guilty silence followed.Finally the oldest spoke up. “She locked herself in her room a while ago.”Shane gave them each a look that left no uncertainty as to what he thought about his c***dren’s behavior.He went back to their bedroom. “Beth, honey, I’m home.” After a few minutes the door opened, and Beth...
So the other day I walken thru the woods without much to when this guy and his wife come up to me. Very rarely do I run into people in the woods but here is this couple, I mean an older couple I am guessing in their mid fifties and looking like they have a education and maybe some money. The guy sttarts in about how would I like to make twenty dollars and I bite. He says all I have to do is fuck his old lady while he watches, like right now and all. His old lady is not all that bad looking,...
I remember that summer like it was yesterday. It was the summer of 1987 and my twin sister and I had turned sixteen a few months before. We lived in South Africa, which was a very conservative state that had banned all forms of pornography including topless pictures. This was pre-internet so I’m not lying when I tell you that I was a sixteen year old boy who had never seen a picture of a naked woman. The only woman I had ever seen naked was my mother and that was about ten years before.My...
IncestWhen I 1st spoke to him it was over the phone, for nearly 3 hours his broad Scottish accent made me go weak at the knees, I couldn’t wait to meet him.The reason we were engaged in such a long conversation is because Id found out a couple of hours earlier that my boyfriend had slept with my 'best friend' the day before, also happened to be the 1st time he told me he loved me, the lying scum. The man I was talking to on the phone, John, was the partner of my supposed best friend. Both of us split...
Love StoriesMy wife’s sister is the office whore and her daddy made her do it! Katie has always shared everything with me and her sister’s career path has become a subject we discuss in bed. Rosie has always had a delicious body but not much going on upstairs. She’s a big girl, very tall with long legs and a really big bum. She’s got perky round breasts above a delicate rib cage. Face wise she’s really pretty cute with a big cheesy grin and long straight light brown hair. She’s only ever been a...
Everyone in the village liked Raffi- the friendly mongrel dog who lived near the bus station, in an improvised kennel made of wooden crates. Though not pure- blooded, Raffi looked impressive, maybe because he had gotten many of the genes of his granny – karakachan dog with a pedigree. Everyone knew Raffi and many fed him regularly so he had managed to pick up flesh. After his owner died three years ago, Raffi started roaming the streets, frightening the children, and not only them, with his...
After our return from Hedonism we were discussing a Nubie sub female to be a live in with us. We put several posts out on various sites we also put an ad on Craigslist. Ad read young 18-21 bi female looking to become a Nubie live in sub. Please submit your picture and brief description of self. We were busy for a few day when we looked we had about 15 responses. We went thru them and narrowed down to two. We contacted them and made arrangements for Saturday 1 at 10 and 1 at 3.saturday at 10...
My hot older sister (we'll call her Deb for privacy purposes) kept her inch+ long nails in perfect, polished, and very sexy condition all the time. They were, and remain, her pride and joy. Deb was also well aware of my affinity or fetish for them, and, quite frankly, played it up. One Summer, Deb decided to grow her nails out as long as possible, instead of keeping them at a certain, usually inch and a quarter length. I was the first to find out this information while helping her with errands...
FetishHe saw her shadow through the front door waiting for him. He quietly unlocked the door and let her slip in. With her shoes in her hand, they tiptoed down the hall, through the kitchen to the stairs to the basement. They went down the stairs careful not to be heard. He led her to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. As they entered the room, he spun her around and wrapped his right arm low on her waist. She dropped her shoes. He pulled her towards him. Their bodies pressed together at the...
Busty blonde businesswoman, Bridgett B, is feeling bored and lonely while on a business trip. To change that, the rich boss decides to hire a high-class escort. Luckily, there is someone on the list that passed her strict standards. The horny lady with big tits wants the fit stud, Alex Legend, to dominate and overpower her. Without wasting any more time, Alex eats Bridgett’s pussy like it is his last meal on Earth. He then spanks her fat booty while banging her hard doggystyle. Bridgett...
xmoviesforyouShe was stunned by that but did not react to that. Then slowly we started spending a lot of time together after college. We also started the process of studying after college. Sometimes I used to go to her house for studying and sometimes she used to come down to my house. Since, I did not get a chance to touch her as in our houses there would be someone or the other present. So, I planned to take her to a place called Central Park in Salt Lake, Kolkata. This was a park where generally go...
Easter break was busy, but low-key. Being with Brenda on Sunday really shook me. Not that I didn't like it. I really liked it. I took my swimming trunks home and when I got to the privacy of my room, I sort of sniffed the front of it where my cock had pushed it right up into Brenda's wet pussy. And she'd ... she'd tasted my sperm after I shot it all over her stomach and boobs! And then she made an off-hand comment about how she didn't think she was the first or only girl who'd tasted...
AUTHOR’S NOTE – This story is partly fantasy, partly true. For best effect, read parts 1-9 before this part. The main character, Sethy, is based upon a real woman who is an active member of the XHamster community, and much of Sethy reflects the true woman. The photos included in this story of Sethy are of the real Sethy and are here with her permission. This story is the property of the author and cannot be copied or used in part or in entirety without express written consent of the author. ...
Please read part one first. It’ll make more sense.For nearly a week after the texts, we texted a whole lot more. We planned our trip to London for the following Friday. I booked the train tickets and the hotel room. She masturbated for me on the phone.I tried the candle again whilst she was on the phone. Plenty of lube, finger first, get a strong erection listening to Maggie’s squelshing pussy, her two fingers in upside down, massaging her g-spot and her thumb rubbing her pink clit. I used some...
Author's Note... This is my first attempt at a Cross-dressing story. So please forgive me if it seems a little disjointed. Above all I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are welcome. Promises and Secrets By Maria Ski Dedication For Samantha, thank you for the encouragement to actually finish this story. And to the usual suspects, they know who they are... And then of course there is You, the person who is reading this...
Robert walked along the flat beach, his bare feet splashing in the shallow warm water, his carry-on bag over his shoulder with its normal load – his camera, sandals, binoculars, book, sun block and room key. His job was to stay out of the hotel room for an hour and a half while his wife practiced her yoga. It was another tropical day in Mazatlan. Robert found a rock near the water’s edge and took a seat, training his binoculars on a couple of trimarans that went by under power. No bikini clad...
“You three get set up in your rooms upstairs, and I’ll start on a meal for all of us,” Trish directed. Luther and I picked up our duffles then set out for the second floor. Miranda looked at all of her luggage, and picked up part of it to follow us. Hanson immediately moved forward to give her a hand and picked up the rest of her luggage. “I’ll give you a hand, Sarge,” he told her and followed us up the stairs to the second floor. “Epps, you can help me in the kitchen,” Trish told the...
The night air was noticeably cooler after the sun was gone. The whine of the commercial compressors on the hotel roof made them lean in close to each other’s ears to make their words understood. Ralph found that when Gloria brought her lips up close to his ear lobes, she always paused to either lick or kiss them. It was a ticklish sensation, but one that he enjoyed thoroughly, if the truth be known. He returned the favor by nibbling on her bare ear lobes, with his playful teeth, pulling on...
Dating has proved difficult for Mercedes Carrera ever since her divorce, case-in-point when her date for tonight cancels on her. What’s it take for a sexy Latina MILF to get laid these days? Her question is answered when her son’s friend Lucas comes knocking looking for her son, who so conveniently is still at work. They get to talking, and Lucas admits that fucking Mercedes has always been a fantasy of his. The horny hot mom pulls out her big tits and turns it into a reality her son’s friend...
xmoviesforyouA few weeks back, I had decided to take the day off to catch up on somechores around the house. It was also close to my son's birthday and I hadpurchased some tickets for him and I to go to a baseball game that evening.My son is growing fast; his height is now 5'9, a full six inches tallerthan a year ago. He has beautiful sandy blond hair that he keeps short onthe sides but long on top. His voice is starting to crackle and hissideburns are showing a little more thickness and color than your...
I usually take my son to school around 730am my husband leaves an hour earlier. I was walking back home one warm April. I admit I wear tight tops and my breast are FULL and Round I love to show cleaveage. I have an above average round ass and a flat stomach with a little pouch from having my son. When I drop my son off another parent his name is Johnny drops off his daughter. He's tall big hands large feet nice shoulders. He usually wear a thick white tee shirt blue jeans or sweats that shows...