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Mei Ling, One Year Later - part 2 by B. Pink I arrived home from the club clutching the piece of paper with the hotel address written on it. I had wished and prayed over the last twelve months for Mei Ling to return and that she would take pity on me. What she had said to me earlier that night had confirmed that she still intended to humiliate me further, pity as far as I was concerned did not exist. I sat on my bed and unzipped my boots and slid them off. The small clock...
Mei Ling - part 6 by B Pink I spent most of that afternoon under the asses of the three girls, the sounds of their laughing and mocking me increasing the humiliation that I was suffering. ?Did Lucy used to be a big strong man? said Suzi as she watched me trapped under the bottom of her sister. ?She?s a pathetic little girl now smelling the asses of her betters?. I was allowed up to make their dinner. They ate it whilst I had to stand in front of them my tights and...
Mei Ling - part 5 by B Pink Her voice and giggly laughter echoed in my brain as I left the kitchen and walked into the hallway. I removed the jacket and hung it in the cupboard under the stairs. This was not normally where I would have placed a coat, but I had noticed that my cleaning lady had always used this space to store her things and my brain said that I must do likewise. I spent the morning making the bed that was once mine, but had last been slept in by my new...
Mei Ling - part 7 by B Pink They returned to the flat about 3.00pm. My mind had been again controlled by Mei Ling since midday and there was no thoughts of rebellion when they released the straps holding me and removed the gag. I stood naked except for my boots before their evil smiles. ?Did you pay Mr Smith his rent money? said Mei Ling. I nodded. ?I can see you did, the change is running down your leg? said Suzi giggling. ?Go and have a shower you slut, and be...
Mei Ling - part 4 by B. Pink I stood with my back to the front door with the sound of Mei Lings heels disappearing up the basement steps. I heard the distinctive sound of my car start, and then she was gone. My sobs subsided and I looked down the short hallway of my tormentor's old home, my new home. Through teary eyes for the first time I really took in the reality of my position and surroundings. The dingy basement flat was the lowest level of an old victorian house that...
Mei Ling - One Year Later - part 3 by B. Pink The plane journey, including a stop over took what seemed days but was probably about 24 hours. The only time that I saw light during that time was when Suzi used the toilet. She sat on the bowl with me draped around her ankles in the tiny airplane cubicle, looking down at the sweaty white rubber that was me. ?Enjoying the flight? she asked me, enjoying her dominance, looking forward to the future, relishing the fun that she...
Mei Ling - One year later by B Pink To understand this it would be advisable to read the other Mei Ling chapters before reading After Mei Ling and her sisters returned to Japan I lived in the basement apartment that was all she left me with. She had taken and sold my own home, my business and had cleared all my bank accounts. In fact my previous life seemed to have vanished, it was as if Paul Parkins had never existed. I was now Lucy Parkins, a teenage girl with a limited...
Mei Ling: Part Two By B. Pink I drove home and fell onto my bed. My head was full of Mei Ling, she was in control of me even when I was alone. I needed to pee and walked to the bathroom and unzipped my jeans. My eyes filled with tears as instead of my pride and joy all I could feel was the rubber encasing it. I lowered my jeans and the panties that I was wearing and sat on the toilet. The pee dribbled from me through a hole in the tube that held my penis. I finished and then...
* * * * * ‘Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.’ Macbeth, act v, scene v. * * * * * This is a platform that I want to use for a 100,000 word novel. Let me know if it is worth the time and effort. * * * * * It was very early in the morning and the edge of the sun had just barely cleared the Hong Kong horizon. I had just left a lovely young...
M e i L i n g - by: B. Pink Chapter 1 The club was crowded, but I could not see one bit of skirt that would do my rampant cock justice. I lent against the bar watching the girls flaunting themselves as they danced. The guys eyed the trashy females like waiting crows, waiting to pick up the carrion from the dance floor. I finished my drink and turned to face the bar. As I waited to be served I saw my reflection in the mirror behind the optics. 6'2" tall, perfect face,...
Back again with another Story. This on is loosely based of Mei from Overwatch. As you can see by the image below.Please be sure to leave the dirtiest comments you can think of."Mmmph.", I moaned, my mouth completely filled with the hard, throbbing member as I sucked it, my tongue working along the underside with horny zeal on it's way towards the tip. My head moved rhythmically back and forth as the head of his cock grazed my tonsils, then back out to the tip until my mouth was flooded with his...
Mei Ling 3 - by B Pink My mind still tried to fight Mei Ling but her strength overpowered me. In less than two days she had changed me from a 6?2? strapping male, to a 5 foot female in all terms except for my penis. Even that she controlled with the rubber and steel corset that sheathed my middle section. My face even looked different. Gone was my strong masculine nose, replaced with a stubby little nose that would have looked more at home on on teenage girl. My lips were...
The petite young Filipina was on her first trip away from the Philippines as a gift from her parents for graduating from high school with excellent marks.Her parents had decided she was responsible and trustworthy enough to go on her dream vacation to America - alone. Maricel was indeed a very responsible young girl -she stuck to her studies and never went on dates with boys. Today, her 18th birthday, Maricel took a tour bus to see the Blue Ridge Mountains in the state of Georgia. She...
What If? Starring Captain America I am Uatu, the Watcher. It is my task to observe the universe, to record the stories I find, but to never interfere. I also have the ability to look into other realities, to answer the ancient question - what if? For example, Consider the hero known as Captain America. In many worlds, he is Steve Rogers, who as a young man during world war two volunteered for a secret attempt to create a super soldier. That experiment was a success, and Steve...
NaughtyAmerica! If you are well-versed in the world of porn (which I know that you are, you fucking pervert!), chances are you’ve either heard of or seen a video clip from the behemoth porn studio known as Naughty America. They have built quite a name for themselves and are often applauded for their classic brand of topnotch pornography—classic scenarios and classic girls, all shot with a classic style.NaughtyAmerica.com was founded in 2001 under the name of SoCal Cash. They did not adopt the...
Top Premium Porn SitesThis is a long story coming in installments. Although it has its graphic moments, description of sexual acts and torture, it has a full plot of its own and doesn’t run through it. If you’re offended by strong depictions of domination, slavery and torture I invite you to not read further. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I did in writing it.Elago [email protected]: a visit to RashbeltIn the small town of Rashbelt, the monotonous, quiet struggle for survival had been...
The world is such a strange place. Seriously. Human beings simply can’t seem to get along. And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the wonders and the horrors that I have seen? My name is Steve. A six-foot-one, big and bulky, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and...
I am James Monroe and the leader and General of the Freedom Force I-II. The I-II in our name stands for the First and Second Amendments of the original Constitution of the United States of America. The organization was created prior to the repeal of III amendment rights so the original name stuck. We do not support nor are we subjected to the laws of the corrupted New America government and fight to bring back the Constitution of our forefathers and that of the United States of...
The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent who has lived in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a decade. I’m heading to Canada in a few days. I’ll stop by Buffalo first to get some things squared away. I’m glad to be leaving the city of Brockton. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism of the city’s white men and white women, especially the civil servants ( librarians, police officers and teachers) is appalling. Also...
My name is Josh Fernando and I’m a student at Brutus College in Sanford, Maine. Originally, I’m from the Island Nation of Haiti, down in the Caribbean. Cap Haitian is my hometown. I attended College Notre Dame, an all-male private Catholic High School located in Cap. I received a very good education which prepared me for dealing with the world. This year, I moved to America with my father Franklin and brothers Carlos and Jose. For a young brother like myself, this new school and the country...
*Dedicated to Wayne P. over at SOLDG* This is a true* story; all characters and events described are based on factual accounts, although some small portions of dialogue have been altered for dramatic effect. Certain manufacturers or their representatives have paid a substantial fee to, or performed many hours of cunnilingus upon, the author for the shameless promotion of products and services. Any persons who believe this are invited to forward their most recent bank statements, along with a...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I’ve been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I’ve been seeing black men and black women walking a little taller. I think it all has to do with a black man being the President of the United States of America. I could be...
September 11, 2011 is upon us. The day feared by countless Americans and Arabs worldwide. Will some religious nutcase from the Muslim world try something crazy and finally push the United States toward the complete obliteration of the Arab world? Will Arab-Americans be rounded up like Japanese-Americans were during World War Two after the Japanese Imperialists stormed Pearl Harbor? I’m glad the day went peacefully, for more reasons than you can imagine. My name is Djamal Adul-Muqaddim and I...
Abuse of Power Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely Two well dressed women wearing business suits are escorted into the Oval Office of the Whitehouse and asked to sit on one of the two opposing couches. One woman was Caroline Gates, a petite brunette with very short hair. The other was Megan McConnell a redhead of medium build, with hair of curls reaching her shoulders. Both are dressed in business suits consisting of a white blouse, jacket and matching trousers, and both wearing high heeled...
Theodore Malvis is the name. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man who happens to be the hero of this story. Adventure is the nature of my game. Well, that’s my hidden passion, anyway. In my everyday life, I’m a student at Graystone University. It’s a small, private Roman Catholic school located in the small town of Graystone, Kansas. I found out about this school during the second semester of my senior year in high school. Back then, I lived in Boston,Massachusetts. I was a student at...
Gather around all you young people and let me tell you about a film that changed America. Almost by itself, this one movie took our middle class who were hopelessly mired in the bible belt of the fifties into the swinging seventies and eighties. You see while the youths and the hip people escaped into the sixties, the middle class would not allow itself to make that big of a leap into freedom. Long hair, weird clothes, and drugs among other things would not yet fit into their stalwart...
This is a different one for me. No cheating. No elaborate plots. Just a story of appreciating what you have. I’ve been told that happiness is not having everything you want, but wanting what you have. And there is more than one way to betray someone, so here’s a story about that. Edited by my good friend NonetheWiser, who, as usually, takes my drivel and makes it readable. The man truly has the ability to polish a turd and make it shine! It does start with a funeral. Sorry Ohio — I hope it...
So Mary, a good middleclass girl, stuck it out. She stayed with Habib for two years because he was a good provider. He was working sixty-seven hours a week at a eatery on the near-west-side of Indianapolis, and that was a problem because the unskilled lover was almost never a lover at all anymore; and when he was, he smelt of the fish and vinegar that the eatery so famously served. This is where I come in. I was blocked. I had been fighting on a follow up novel to my first novel that had...
CHAPTER ONE (England) Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. Roth loved whores but so many of them here in London were diseased with pocked-faces. Perhaps he should sail for America where the skies were...
Introduction: A strory about a cheating wife in Indiana Mary Beth Anderson was an all American girl from Indiana. She had roots in Kentucky and all about the American way. She was a single mother of nineteen and had just split up from the father of her child. On a chance encounter with a friend of a friend she met Habib. Habib was a young man from Jordon, slightly older at twenty-four. So needing a change, and Habib was certainly a change from the high school sweetheart who had fathered her...
The silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant city, Flashing in the sunlight. Nikki couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never seen a city so large, all she could do was look and wonder. Truly America was the land of opportunity, and this strange city called New York only proved beyond doubt that this was so. Growing up in a tiny village in the middle of the huge Kuroz forests of Siberian Russia hadn’t prepared her for a sight like this. Winning the opportunity to come to...
Scott was drunk. He’d had a terrible day, and just wanted to loose himself in a funk of alcohol. He was sick at heart, and felt that he just couldn’t take it any more. He knew that he was one of the most success- ful business men in the world, but sometimes everything just seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and drown himself in sorrow for a day or two. It never made him feel better, but he just couldn’t help him- self. He guessed it was his one serious...
We are in Kansas Toto. From Korea the Army reassigned me to Ft. Riley Kansas, a small base near Manhattan Kansas where Kansas University is located. They sent me over first and my wife, Hae-eu, followed in four months. To say moving to America was a culture shock to my wife was a major understatement. It took her three months just to stop crying. She missed her family and everything Korean. Her home sickness was literally making her ill. By the end of the first year she was beginning to...
THIS IS NOT TRUE AT ALL. DON'T TAKE SERIOUSLY It was yet another Friday, and Devon was sitting in his last class watching the clock. His teacher handed back the grades from the last debate and Devon, as usual, had gottan a 100%. He began to wonder if being able to convince people to do things would be useful in his high school life. While thinking, his eyes landed upon the new girl, Maria. She had just moved a week ago from Peru. Her skin was a light tan, her hair long and black. Her breasts...
EroticIt all started on the fateful evening 20 years ago. I was minding my own business and walking down the road at 7:30pm. I was a very quite, thin teenager of 16 years, just finished my 10th and looking forward to college. I was about 5’7” weighing around 58 kgs, brown eyes, black hair and a thin just sprouting mustache. I had never shaved my face before, so there was a thin beard also. I was always a very clean kid and made sure that I was always presentable. I did not have any friends as such,...
It all started on the fateful evening 20 years ago. I was minding my own business and walking down the road at 7:30pm. I was a very quite, thin teenager of 16 years, just finished my 10th and looking forward to college. I was about 5'7" weighing about 130 pounds (around 58 kgs), brown eyes, black hair and a thin just sprouting moustache. I had never shaved my face before, so there was a thin beard also. I was always a very clean kid and made sure that I was always presentable. I did...
Since Anita frequency dropped; the maid Sukanya continued coming to my house and had no bad intentions for her. Sukanya was 5’2” in height dark complexions with small A size boobs; though she was dark she had a cute and luscious black lips with white teeth making her look beautiful as she had a flawless skin on her face. When she started she was 20 years and married with a kid [girl]; then the next year it self she gave birth to baby boy. During her maternity period, too I had paid her money...
Hi, This is ansh and I stay in Delhi. I am reachable on Sorry to keep you waiting for so long but I promise the wait would be worth it. This is part 2 of previous experience with Sukanya (an Indian Sex Stories reader) whom I met and we were having an awesome time together where I was being the Dom and Sukanya was acting as a slave and I was enjoying teasing her and a=making her beg for all the erotic experience and pleasure. I had blindfolded her and was exciting her arousement by merely...
Disclaimer: I do not own Evangelion in any way. This story also has no connection to a similar tg story I did on this anime a while ago called 'Refesh Shampoo'. Note: Baka and dumpkoff both mean 'idiot'. Were-Asuka. "I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away..." Shinji Ikari told himself this as he sat in the cockpit of the Evangelion. Something he initially didn't want to pilot but did anyway with the knowledge that the world would end without...
ASUKA AND SHINJI By Roxy Winters With assistance from The Amazing Chet Explanation: This story is set during episode 15 of Neon Genesis Evangelion (EVA) "Lies and Silence". It replaces the scene where Asuka and Shinji have been left alone in the apartment, as Misato and Kaji are on a date. This story requires a good deal of EVA knowledge but character descriptions appear at the end for non-EVA...
Introduction: A story so good that it made even gay woman want me (seriously, no lie) Reis turn – Evangelion lemon in Asuka, the toilet slave by MISTER BIG T A new episode in the series. SEVERAL DAYS AFTER MISATO AND RITSUKO TURNED ASUKA INTO TOTAL SLUT FOR THEM, AT REIS APARTMENT… Rei was lying on her back on the bed while watching the ceiling. Commander Ikari……. she slowly murmured as she moved her hands to pick up the broken glasses from the night table. She looked at them for a long...
A new episode in the series. SEVERAL DAYS AFTER MISATO AND RITSUKO TURNED ASUKA INTO TOTAL SLUT FOR THEM, AT REI'S APARTMENT... Rei was lying on her back on the bed while watching the ceiling. "Commander Ikari......." she slowly murmured as she moved her hands to pick up the broken glasses from the night table. She looked at them for a long time before placing them back to their place and then moving her attention back to the ceiling, just staring at it. The girl didn't really...
June 5, 1994, Chicago, Illinois I parked the car in the reserved spot at the loft building and helped Mitsuko from the car. I took her hand and we walked to the door of the building. I let us in, then led her upstairs to the apartment. I’d stopped in on Thursday at lunch to ensure there were snacks and drinks, as well as to double-check that the cleaning service had left things as I wanted them, which they had. When we entered, I shut the door behind us, and we slipped off our shoes. “This...
Hi Friends, Sorry for bringing this part so late. Couldn’t pen down this experience. Whenever felt like writing this down, either some urgent work came up or couldn’t control my excitement. Please read the earlier parts before this one. I am Ansh, 26 living in Delhi. I am reachable at Feel free to ping me for suggestions, feedback and fun. Now coming back to the story. My friend Sukanya was lying on the floor and her hands and legs were tied. She was down to her panty and bra and was...
Samuel here. I’ve been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can’t agree on what to make of me. I’m the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints and heroes while they think of men as villains and buffoons. Well, I think villainy is inherently part of both sexes. I also see television...
Do you know what it’s like to be hunted? Well, I do. Night after night they come for me. All because of what I am. It’s not easy being a zombie in a world full of humans, folks. I didn’t choose this. It’s not much of a life but it’s all I’ve got. And I’ll be damned if I simply let them take it from me. Here I am, roaming through the woods of rural Massachusetts, being tracked down by men and women with guns, and those damn dogs they use to sniff out my kind. I’m injured, tired and it’s...
The ages of consent for sexual activity vary by jurisdiction across North America. Overview ... The age of consent is the age at or above which a person is considered to have the legal capacity to consent to sexual activity. Both partners must be of legal age to give consent, although exceptions may exist when both partners are within a certain number of years in age. Persons below the age of consent may not, by law, give consent, and sexual relations involving such persons may be punished...
Hello friends, my name is Imran from Detroit Michigan, USA. I want to share my real experience with you guys, please give me your feedback at my email id (). If anybody want to be a friend just reply to my id. I had a lot of sex experience with the my girl friends. This Indian aunty experience, I will not forget in my whole life. I have a 7 inch long and 2.5inch thick size of tool and women definitely love it. Here is the story I used to stay in the Indian community in Michigan Area, In America...
The letter from America1968Martin White and his wife Sarah were lying in bed .It wasn’t late in fact it was hardly dark but they had decided on an early night.Martin had decided to give “Don Quixote” another chance but his heart just wasn’t in it.Martin let the book tumble from his hand as it made a satisfying “clump” on the bedroom carpet ……“Fuck it” said Martin “I’ve seen the movie , why do I bother” ?Martin was typically English if there is...
To America A Short Story Sequel to "From Russia" inspired by a Captioned Image By Maryanne Peters Jana's Story "It's OK honey," said John, holding Jana close and stroking her long blonde hair. "We can take steps. We can go to a fertility specialist. It could be me - lack of sperm. I am so much older than you." "It's not you John, it's me," she whimpered. "You don't know that." "I do," she said. "I know it for sure. I can never have children. You see, John, I haven't...
WELCOME TO AMERICA After eighteen years, the Company that my husband and I started when we first got married had finally struck gold, the years of going without many things, may have finally ended. Our biggest setback was my car accident, which had left me with two useless legs from mid thigh down, and confined to a wheel chair for life. We had both just accepted that and got on with our lives. Our biggest customer, an American conglomerate wanted to buy up the whole business for three million...
Wife LoversHI TO ALL ISS READERS. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. FIRST OF ALL I WANNA TELL U PPL THAT I AM FROM USA(NEWYORK) AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR LIKE 7 YRS. my name is jeetu. i’m a punjabi munda 5’9″ tall average body. i know readin in english story doesnt give any feelin so im going 2 tell my story in pure hindi. AND GUYS PLEASE DON FORGET 2 REPLY ME THT HOW DID U LIKE THE STORY. MY EMAIL IS OK NOW LETS GO 2 STORY.. Jaise ke maine aapko bataya ke main USA main rehta hun 7 saal se par fir bhi main american...
There is a proverb that says “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”. Likewise, when in America, do as the Americans do. And what do the Americans do? Eat, drink and be merry. In my 1 year in America, I did the eating and drinking. But it’s in making merry, that I got stuck up a bit. It was in the top of my mind that making merry is precisely what I want to do when I shift from my previous project at Jersey City to my new project at the outskirts of New Jersey. The office was far from where I was...
We watched the casket go into the hole, sinking slowly out of sight to where, presumably, the conveyer belt took it to the ovens. Somber music played, Bach Suite No. 6 I think, I wasn't really paying that much attention. Strangely, I suddenly wondered why Mike hadn't taken care of the music himself. He was an organized guy – he had to be, details were everything in his life – so why hadn't he sorted this out? Or, maybe he had? Maybe we were listening to his selections. If that were true, I...
It is strange that it only took a single generation under a new system of healthcare to spawn the new nation of "Medarchy of America" or M.O.A. It lies nestled in the heartland of the original lower 48 like a beacon of reason in a convoluted world. The East Coast was another story entirely with constant struggles to contain urban unrest and dwindling white populations all heading west to the heartland and M.O.A. The old U.S.A. structure was still hanging on in Washington D.C. like some...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Angus Finnegan and his Eileen were on their way to America, having left Belfast some weeks before. On the same ship were Declan and Dana O'Keefe, a brother and sister who were lovers, although they did not advertise that fact. Angus was a widower, with his wife, for whom Eileen was named, having died in childbirth with her, and he was leaving Ireland to avoid the Potato Famine of 1849. Declan and Dana were orphans, who had escaped from a Catholic...
IncestHi guys, first I have to say the main character is not anyway related to a certain hotel heiress that is sitting in a cell rat Hi guys, first I have to say the main character is not anyway related to a certain hotel heiress that is sitting in a cell rather than by pool. That would be wrong?Daris is a creation of my own. Ms Americana belongs to Mr. X. I hope you like this ENTIRELY FICTIONAL STORY. [email protected] If you are a minor, you shouldn?t be reading this story since...
Anniversary Trip (II) - Sex Slave StripperThis is the second installment of our trip to Las Vegas on the occasion of our 10th wedding anniversary. See the story "Tenth Wedding Anniversary" for the first part of the story. By the time we arrived in Vegas, it was very late, almost midnight. We were both too tired to do anything but check into our hotel, get a late snack in one of the open restaurants in the hotel and go to bed.At 8:00 AM, I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. Paula is usually...