Sissy Bitch gets an Exam
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Stanley Clinton had been the director of the Federal Law Enforcement Bureau for nearly ten years. As such, he was accustomed to occasionally briefing the WestHem executive council — that group of nine elected representatives that had replaced the single-person presidency shortly after World War III — on various security issues. Never however, had he dreaded a briefing as much as this one.
He had flown from the rooftop of the FLEB building in downtown Denver — the WestHem capital city — in his private, computer operated VTOL craft, landing after a ten-minute flight on the restricted back lawn of the capital building itself. From there he had been escorted inside of the 220 story triangular high-rise, the tallest building on planet earth, and up to the 218th floor, where the executive briefing room was located.
The briefing room was not very large but it was opulently furnished with genuine oak tables and chairs and top of the line Internet screens equipped with the very best encryption gear available. The window on the western exposure looked out upon the snow capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains, which were starkly visible in the clear air. Denver had once been one of the smoggiest cities in the nation but smog was now a thing of the distant past thanks to fusion power and hydrogen burning engines.
Only two of the executive council members were present for Clinton's briefing. John Calvato, who represented to eastern North American district of WestHem, and, at three-quarters of the way through his second six-year term, was the senior member. As such he carried more power than the other members and was accorded with the title Chief Executive Councilperson. Like all council members he was tall, physically attractive, and a good actor for the Internet cameras. He was also a third generation billionaire, something that was an unofficial requirement for the highest office. His chief sponsors on the election circuit were Agricorp, who owned six of the nine members, and CompWest, WestHem's primary computer software developer.
The other member present for the briefing was Loretta Williams, a first termer in her early fifties. She was one of the junior members but she was the elected councilperson that was supposedly representing Mars (as well as Ganymede and the Pacific Islands of Earth) although she had only been there once and had never been a resident. She too was owned lock, stock, and barrel by Agricorp and the other food production corporations, having received more than a billion dollars in campaign contributions and other handouts from them over the years of her career. It was Williams who would present the official federal government face to the growing crisis on Mars. Already she had been on Internet multiple times stating in no uncertain terms that Laura Whiting was a corrupt, possibly mentally ill person and that the WestHem government would not now and never would in the future consider negotiating independence with the Martians. "That planet is a part of this great nation," she had been quoted as saying. "It is WestHem that colonized and built that planet and it is WestHem business interests that have paid for everything that is present there. Mars is a part of our union — as much a part as Cuba and Argentina and Ganymede — and they always will be."
That was the official WestHem line on the Martian situation — a line that the corporations who had put the politicians where they were insisted upon. It was a line that Clinton and the sixteen thousand FLEB agents under his command would uphold to the death. It was the line that the big three were feeding the people on Earth and were attempting to feed the people on Mars.
"Welcome, Mr. Clinton," Williams said with an accommodating smile as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "How was your trip over?"
"It was fine, Madam Councilperson," he said with a slight smile. "The air was very still today, hardly any turbulence to speak of. And the secret service was particularly fast about clearance for landing."
"That's nice to hear," she said. "Sometimes they are a bit too diligent in their duties. Won't you sit down?"
He sat down. Williams exchanged a few more pleasantries with him, most having to do with his family and his office. She then congratulated him on his ongoing campaign against the scourge of software piracy and illegal music file duplication. Since being appointed as director, convictions for those most heinous crimes had increased by more than eighteen percent, as had the prison terms handed out for them. Through this all Calvato simply sat in place, a frowning, irritated expression upon his face, his brown eyes boring into the FLEB director.
"Now then," Williams said once the preliminaries were taken care of, "about this Laura Whiting situation."
"Yes Ma'am," Clinton said with a nod.
"I don't believe I have to tell you that some very important people are becoming increasingly upset about her continued presence in that capital building. It has been more than two months now since she showed us just what kind of person she was; two months and she is still in office, still riling up those greenies into a fury, and still getting on the Internet twice a week shouting about independence. Can you explain this, Mr. Clinton? Because frankly, we on the council and some of our more important constituents are starting to wonder if perhaps a new FLEB director would be able to handle things more efficiently."
"I understand their concern," Clinton said without hesitation. "And I understand how it may seem that we in the bureau are not doing our jobs. To tell you the truth, I never imagined that it would take this long to make Laura Whiting go away but she has proven to be very crafty to this point. Obviously this little independence game is something that she has been planning for years. And her manipulation of the Martian people, well that is quite simply an ability that we had not factored into our equations. What we have on Mars right now is the unsavory reality that the elected representatives of the planet are actually ignoring those who have sponsored them and instead are responding to the demands of the common people."
"That is unacceptable," Calvato said, speaking for the first time. "Having the ignorant greenies making the decisions on that planet is putting at risk trillions of dollars in investments."
"We understand that, sir," Clinton said. "And believe me when I say that we are working as hard as we can to reverse this before it gets any further. As I said, the problem is that Whiting has managed to anticipate and neutralize all of our traditional means of removing a troublesome politician." He then went on to explain everything that had been attempted so far: the criminal investigations of bribery, the media smear campaign, even the assassination plot, and how they had all failed. Williams and Calvato did not seem terribly impressed with his explanations.
"All that we've heard here are excuses," Williams told him. "What we need is action, and quickly. The problem has now spread beyond Laura Whiting. The greenies themselves are on the verge of getting out of control. We have reports that they are distributing fliers on apartment doors about independence, that they are spray-painting epitaphs on corporate buildings. How long will it be until they start rioting in the streets? How long will it be before they start doing more damage to corporate property than mere graffiti? I can even foresee them trying to arrange some sort of general strike or something like that. I don't have to tell you what that could do to the profits of the various WestHem interests on that planet."
"No Ma'am, you don't," he said humbly.
"You need to start cracking down on those greenies," Williams said. "I expect you to continue working on the Whiting problem, which is the root of the matter after all, but these greenies need to have the fear of God put in them, they need to be shown that following and responding to such an obvious madwoman is not in their best interests."
"Crack down on the greenies, Ma'am?" he asked slowly, knowing instinctively that this was a very bad idea and also knowing that neither Williams nor anyone else on the council had been the one to come up with it. No, cracking down sounded like the sort of thing that corporate heads such as Steve Carlson of Agricorp would come up with. To a man used to operating a huge business and corrupting politicians, this would seem the logical course to follow when people were not doing as they were told. After all, it worked with middle management and blue-collar workers didn't it? It worked with politicians (except for Laura Whiting and the Martian planetary legislature) didn't it? Why wouldn't it work with common people? With vermin? And if the idea had come from the corporate heads, the executive council would not be swayed from this course. Being swayed from a direct order by Carlson or his companions would mean that they risked be cracked down upon.
"You heard me correctly," Williams told him. "We want your agents on Mars to let those greenies know, in no uncertain terms, that these acts of defiance against our business interests will not be tolerated. We want them thrown in jail and held there!"
"We've tried that," Clinton said. "The problem is that graffiti and so forth are crimes against the planet, not the federal government. This puts them under the jurisdiction of the planetary criminal justice system: the local police and the local judges. These people are all greenies. And while we'd always considered the judges and lawyers and police chiefs to be... well... reliable, it seems that we were wrong about that. They are simply not taking action against these crimes. I have even received reports that police officers have caught the perpetrators red-handed and just let them go. We are having the same problems with assaults against the managers and officers of the corporations."
"If they're not federal crimes than you make them federal crimes," Williams told him. "You call it terrorism or treason or whatever you want, but you have your agents on Mars start making some arrests. Get the word out on that planet that the feds are now involved in this fight and you get it out quickly, with action. If you start hauling these radical elements off and extraditing them to Earth for trial, I guarantee you that those greenies will think twice about being so vocal or so artistic."
"These are extreme times," Calvato said. "And extreme measures are called for."
"Yes sir, yes Ma'am," Clinton replied, not showing the dread he was feeling at these orders.
"We expect this to be done immediately," Williams said. "And remember, the removal of Laura Whiting is still the highest of your priorities. Get rid of her by whatever means is necessary. Whatever means! If you do not, we'll be getting rid of you."
"Yes Ma'am," he said.
The meeting went on for a while longer — closing pleasantries were required by protocol after all — but that was really what had needed to be said. Soon Clinton was escorted from the building and back out to his VTOL on the lawn.
"Enjoy your flight, sir," the secret service agent that had been his escort told him as he climbed into the cockpit of the aircraft.
"Right," he said sourly, closing the canopy and settling into his seat. He strapped in and then put his finger to the computer screen below the windshield.
The computer analyzed his fingerprint and, after concluding that he was an authorized user of the craft, lit up with the opening display. "Good afternoon, Director Clinton," it told him politely. "Awaiting command."
"Flight mode," he told it. "Destination: FLEB building, Denver."
"Warm up sequence beginning," it replied, the hydrogen turbine engines mounted on the wings immediately flaring to life with a hum. The propellers, which were currently in the take-off/landing position, facing upward, began to turn. Clinton felt cool air from the ventilation system blowing on his face.
He sat back in his seat and tried to relax while the computer sent the aircraft through a pre-flight systems and hardware check and obtained authorization for take-off from the Secret Service air traffic computer system. The authorization was given after only a two-minute wait and the engines wound up to high RPMs for take-off. The aircraft lifted into the sky a moment later, rising slowly to an altitude of one thousand meters above the ground before the engines tilted forward, changing the angle of the propellers and imparting forward flight. Guided by detailed mapping software and an extensive system of global positioning satellites, it darted and banked over the downtown Denver area, automatically avoiding other such aircraft and finally settling down to a soft landing on the roof of the FLEB building five minutes later.
Clinton climbed out and made his way to a secured, private elevator. Two minutes later he was back in his office, loosening his tie and staring at his computer screen. He had one of his staff bring him a stiff bourbon and coke and then called up his communications software.
"This will be a priority message for Corban Hayes, director of Martian field operations."
"Record when ready," the machine told him.
He began to talk, laying out a set of instructions for his underling that were very much against his better judgment.
Two days later, in Eden, Lisa and Brian were working a patrol shift in the downtown area. Their call volume had been much lower over the past month than they were accustomed to and those calls that they did go to seemed to be less violent and less sordid. Once there they had found themselves being subjected to an increasingly dwindling amount of physical and verbal abuse by the welfare class citizens that they dealt with. Though both were hardened, cynical veterans of patrol services, they could think of no other explanation for the drop in crime and abuse than Laura Whiting and her speeches. It seemed that the vermin were taking her words to heart.
"It's eerie in a way," Lisa said as they drove slowly down the daylight streets of the ghetto section of downtown. "Nobody's flipping us off, nobody's grabbing their crotch, nobody's throwing empty Fruity bottles at us. What's the planet come to?"
"They don't love us anymore," Brian said, watching the throngs of vermin that were hanging out on every planter box, in front of every public housing building. They were all doing the usual vermin things — drinking Fruity, smoking from marijuana pipes, watching porno shows on their PCs — but most of them were completely ignoring the passing police cart. A few had even waved at them, something that had been so unusual as to be unheard of not long before. As Lisa had said, it was eerie in a way. It was like everyone had been given some sort of happy gas.
"Incoming call," said the dash-mounted computer, which was linked to the dispatch system via cellular technology. A second later, rows of text appeared on the screen, describing their latest assignment.
"What is it?" asked Lisa, who was behind the wheel.
"A request to assist a FLEB team on a takedown," he said.
"A FLEB team?" Lisa said in disgust. Assisting FLEB agents in apprehension of federal criminals was not a common thing, but it was not exactly uncommon either. "Those assholes? What do they got this time? Another bunch of software pirates?"
"It doesn't say," he told her, reading through the rest of it. "The staging location is over at 101st and Broadway. They sent over Delta-53 and Bravo-56 as well."
"Three patrol units to help take down someone?" Lisa said, shaking her head a little. "That's a lot of guns for a software pirate."
"Big waste of our time if you ask me," he replied, pushing the acknowledge button on the terminal. "Why can't those federal fucks take care of their own pick-ups?"
"They need someone to tell them how to do it, don't they?" she replied, making both of them chuckle. It was a well known fact that the FLEB agents, though sworn law enforcement officers and despite a tough guy reputation garnered by Internet shows, were severely lacking when it came to street sense and tactical matters. It was said in Martian law enforcement circles that the average FLEB agent couldn't find Phobos with a telescope and a tracking computer.
The trip to 101st and Broadway took about five minutes. When they arrived there they found two black FLEB vans parked outside in a truck-loading zone behind a low rent apartment complex. The FLEB vans were electric panel trucks with the emblem of their agency stenciled on the sides. Both Lisa and Brian were amused to see that someone had spray-painted FREE MARS on the side of one of them in bright red paint. Standing outside of the vans were ten agents, all of them dressed in heavy Kevlar armor gear and carrying M-24 rifles. They looked a little like accountants playing dress up for a Halloween party. One of them walked over to the police cart as it parked, approaching on the passenger side.
"What's up?" Brian asked, opening his door but not stepping out.
"Special agent Walker," the man introduced himself. He was in his late forties and spoke with a heavy Earthling accent. "I'm in charge of this strike team today."
"Static," Brian answered, deliberately thickening his own Martian accent. "So what's the deal? Got some software pirates or something you need to take down?"
"No," he said with a shake of the head. "Not pirates. Terrorists."
Brian shared a look of puzzlement with Lisa. "Terrorists?" he asked. "What kind of terrorists?"
"A whole group of them," he said. "Violent Martian separatists. We have information that they're planning to plant explosives near federal installations here on the planet."
"Explosives?" Lisa asked incredulously. "Where the hell would vermin get explosives?"
"That's what we're going to find out," Walker assured them. "Our information is that there are at least six of them up there, maybe more. They may be armed."
"Everybody's armed on Mars," Brian said. "This is a WestHem colony. Home of the right to bear arms, remember?"
"Right," Walker said. "So that's why we wanted you locals here with us. We just want the back-up in case we need it. We'll move in as soon as the other two units get here."
Brian and Lisa shared another look. "Uh... just what sort of information do you have that leads you to believe there are terrorists up there?" Lisa asked.
"Sorry," Walker told her. "That's confidential. So anyway, they're up on the 93rd floor of the building here, apartment 9312. We have a door breach and the plan is to just go in and strike and then get out. Be sure to grab your M-24s when we go up."
"Do we have a warrant for all of this?" Brian asked.
"Of course we do," he told them. "A federal magistrate signed one out less than an hour ago."
"A federal warrant huh?" Lisa said.
"That's right," Walker told her. "Is there a problem with that? If so, we can always contact your watch commander to rectify it."
She scowled at his thinly veiled threat. "It's your show, Mr. Walker," she said, reaching under her seat and unclipping her M-24 from its holder.
The other two patrol units arrived a few minutes later and, after they were briefed on the plan of action, everyone headed into the building. It was a typical public housing building and the lobby was full of the usual assortment of unemployed people sipping from Fruity bottles and smoking out. They all gave curious looks to the armed squad of feds and police officers but kept their distance. Walker, leading the parade, walked to the bank of elevators in the rear.
"Okay," he said to everyone. "Half of you take the left elevator and half of you take the right. Don't let any riders in as you go up and we'll assemble up on the 93rd. My maps show that 9312 is sixty meters to the south of the elevator bank. Any questions?"
None of the feds had any, but Lisa did. "Excuse me," she said. "I have a suggestion."
"What is it, officer?" he asked somewhat impatiently.
"Well, it's somewhat traditional in a case like this for everyone to assemble on the floor above where the target apartment is and then walk down the closest staircase. That way, you see, if your suspects have a look-out or just happen to be outside at that particular moment, they don't notice you gathering for the strike."
Walker considered that for a moment. "You know," he said brightly, "that's a good idea. Let's do it."
"Christ," Lisa mumbled to herself, resisting the urge to roll her eyes back. Her good idea was basic police academy training.
They did it, all of them riding up to 94 in two shifts. Once up there they went to the back emergency staircase and down a flight. They passed several people in the halls and on the staircase itself, all of them giving an extremely wide berth to the group of armed and armored men and women.
Walker opened the staircase door on 93 and, after a quick, careless look, waved everyone forward into a hallway that was lined with gang graffiti and anti-Earthling sentiments. They all walked along behind him, their weapons clanking, their boots squeaking, until they reached the doorway labeled 9312. Walker and two of his men then prepared to breach the door.
"Look at these morons," Lisa said softly, without moving her lips. Her throat microphone transmitted her words only to the police officers in the group. "They're standing in front of the freakin door while they do that."
"What do they teach them in FLEB academy?" replied Scott James, on of the other real cops. "You'd think for a two year program they'd be a little smarter than that."
"They're college educated you know," Brian put in. "I guess all of that higher learning pushes out the common sense."
While the cops all laughed among themselves about the sad tactical performance they were witnessing, Walker placed the door breach module against the power box of the door. The door breach was a device that sent out a strong but brief electromagnetic pulse, causing disruption of the locking mechanism on cheap automatic doors. It worked it's magic now and the door slid open about half an inch, just enough for another agent to put a crowbar into the gap. He began to pry, forcing the door the rest of the way open. Had the inhabitants of the apartment been armed and willing to, they could have easily gunned down several of the FLEB people since they were standing directly in the doorway instead of off to the side of it like real cops. But they were allowed to get away with it in this instance. With guns raised the FLEB squad rushed inside, all of them screaming at the residents to get down but all of them using different phrases.
"Fucking morons," Lisa said again as she and Brian and the rest of the Eden police officers went through the doorway behind them, M-24s raised in the firing position.
The apartment was a two bedroom with a relatively large living room area. Some old furniture, all of it threadbare and falling apart, all of it undoubtedly from the welfare store or from a rent-to-own shop, was arranged symmetrically on the cheap carpet. On the table next to an Internet terminal was a commercial grade hard-copy printer that could churn out twenty to thirty sheets of hemp paper per minute. Pamphlets, presumably that had come out of the printer, were stacked everywhere, most of them in stacks of a hundred or so and fastened with rubber bands. On the front of them were the words: MARTIAN INDEPENDENCE — NOT JUST A DREAM!
The inhabitants of the apartment — two men and two women, all of them dressed in faded cheap shorts and shirts — were grabbed by their hair or clothing and shoved to the carpet by the FLEB agents. They were thrown roughly down and had steel-toed boots placed against their necks while other agents held the barrels of M-24s to their heads. They were all screaming and yelling, pleading with the black-outfitted agents to tell them what was going on.
"Shut the fuck up, greenie slime," Walker yelled at them, raising his boot and kicking one of the women in the side hard enough to make her gasp out her air.
Brian, Lisa, and the others looked on in shock at the treatment. Though they were no fans of vermin and though they were all of the opinion that they were forced to be too gentle with those they arrested, the unprovoked violence that the FLEB agents were utilizing was appalling to them. What had these people done to deserve this?
"Get 'em cuffed up," Walker ordered his people. "I want them downstairs in the van right away."
The agents applied their cuffs to the various wrists and cinched them down brutally tight, causing actual bleeding in one of the men.
"Walker," Brian said, after witnessing this, "don't you think you're being a little rough here?"
Walker gave him a seething glare. "I am in charge of this operation," he replied. "I do not recall asking you for advice in how to handle my prisoners. If it's a little too much for you to take, you can just go back downstairs."
Brian glared back but said nothing. Soon Walker returned to his task.
The four men and women, all of them moaning and grunting, all of them still asking what they had done, were jerked rudely to their feet and pushed towards the doorway. Six of the FLEB agents went with them and led them down the hallway. This left Walker and three of his agents in addition to Brian, Lisa, and the others. The agents fanned out through the two bedrooms and the kitchen where they began dumping drawers out and upturning beds.
"You locals are dismissed now," Walker said to Brian. "Thanks for your help."
"What the hell is going on here?" Brian demanded. "Are you trying to tell me that those people were terrorists?"
"I'm not trying to tell you anything," Walker said. "They are charged with plotting to attack a federal building. They will be extradited to Earth for trial."
"Extradited to Earth?" Lisa said. "Why the hell would you do that? There's a federal court right here in Eden."
"It is felt that Martian jurors might not be... well... exactly impartial," Walker said. "Considering the recent events on this planet it has been decided that all federal prisoners will be tried in Denver or Sau Paulo."
"Unbelievable," said one of the other cops, a six-year veteran of patrol services. "What kind of trial are they going to get on Earth?"
"A fair one," Walker said. "It's the WestHem way."
"And just where is the evidence that they were planning a bombing?" Brian asked. "All I see here are a bunch of leaflets about Martian independence. Those are protected under the first amendment of the WestHem constitution, are they not?"
"There will be evidence here somewhere," Walker assured them. "They'll have it on their computer files or in their bedroom. There will be something."
"This is not right," Lisa said. "What the hell are you feds trying to pull here?"
"We're not pulling anything," Walker said sternly. "We're just trying to keep some greenie vermin in line. You're cops aren't you? Why the hell are you taking up for these slimebags? I'd think you'd be glad to get them off the streets."
"You thought wrong," Brian said. "They weren't doing anything but printing up fliers. What evidence did you have against them? What information did you use to get your warrant?"
"As I said before, that is not your concern. You folks are dismissed. Thank you for your assistance."
"Walker," Lisa started. "I think..."
"Don't think," he interrupted. "It doesn't suit your... species. You're dismissed. Leave my crime scene immediately or I'll have you charged with interference with a federal investigation."
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Bianca's Lethal Orgasm. Bianca?s Lethal Orgasm. By GabbyLez ([email protected]) Story Codes: F/F, F+/F, f-self, panty-gags, lingerie, masturbation, size, lactation, toys, urination, reluctant, BDSM, humiliation. Summary: Bianca is a glamorous haute-couture slut whose girls provide her with an endless supply of kinky BDSM sex. They explore fetishes and kink with a voracious curiosity, until Bianca discovers the poison of a rare spider can give her the ultimate orgasm. ?Jillian? narrates...
Velvet made an attempt to cover her wanton nakedness and then decided not to bother. Ben had seen her naked. And it was obvious what she and Janet had been doing. The expression on Ben's face told her just about everything she needed to know. "You mean that's what was breaking up your marriage?" asked Velvet, shocked. "It was your wife playing around on you?" "Not only that," the man said glumly, "she was fooling around with other women. If she'd been getting a little on the side...
Patrick and his wife, Alissa, recently had a wild sexual experience that has totally changed the dynamic of their relationship. They were both madly in love with one another, both were so full of life. Alissa is a stunning brunette who is quite shy and very reserved. Patrick had always been very proud of his sexy bride. Pat would constantly encourage her to dress in revealing clothing so other men would envy what a gorgeous wife he landed.Alissa, being the loving wife that she was, would...
THE MODEL THE MODEL Chapter one ? A modelling assignment ?What time is your next show?? My girlfriend here would really love to be your model, wouldn?t you honey??? Amy nodded, not wanting to make him angry with her.? ?We have been walking around, looking at all the displays and exhibits, and this seems to be the best one here.? Do you think we could do a deal or something?? Paul looked at the couple standing before him.? The man was quite tall, with dirty, blonde hair that fell into his...
By the time I reached Princeton, the savage battle was over and the town was being looted by the victorious Americans. There were small piles of mangled and stripped bodies everywhere. I found my scouting friends and my dubious lieutenant and reported that I had gotten lost somewhere in the Barrens. He told me that they had planned to attack New Brunswick but that too many men had deserted and the rest were exhausted. Many of our men had died in this fight, unlike the one at Christmas. He...
That evening, Skip went out with his buddies and Jenny stayed home to study for a history quiz. She wasn't about to neglect her studies while her parents were gone just because Skip was neglecting his. By the time nine o'clock rolled around, though, Jenny didn't feel that she knew anymore about history than she'd known two hours earlier. She hadn't been able to concentrate all evening. All her mind wanted to do was dwell on the things she'd done with Skip, and all her pussy wanted to...
Chris and Nancy left the toilet and went to the mall. They spent a hundred and fifty of the three hundred dollars given them by Mr. Milton and pocketed the rest. They took their bundle of delicate delights and went to Chrissie's house to spend the night, then meet Mr. Milton the next day. "Shouldn't you call your mother?" Chris asked. "Naw, she'll get uptight about me not coming home, but she'll drink herself into a stupor and fall asleep. In the morning, she won't remember...
It had been a long day and my first day in London with my new colleague Roger, we had spent the day running around London seeing client after client. The plan was to stay in London as our last two clients would only see us late at night so it was a hotel for us both, however they both cancelled at the last minute and Roger suggested we go and stay at his place. He said his wife would be happy to have us and we set off for his place. He tried to call her from the car but got no answer but it...
Hello guyz mera naam he Andy aur me Pune ka rehene wala hu. Me iss ka bohot bada fan hu aur me hr roj story padhta hu so maine socha apna bhi bhi experience share krna chahiye to bass meri story apke samne enjoy it and give me comments. Meri mausi ka naam he Puja dikhne me wo bohot sexy he unka fig 34 24 32 he unhe dekhte hi mera land jese unhe salami dene lagta he agar aap unhe dekho ge to apka bhi yehi haal hoga. Hua ye ki mere mausi ke husband ko kuch kaam se out of town jana tha aur mausi...
After supper, Larry approached me and asked if he could talk to me privately. I told the girls that me and Larry had some 'men talk' to take care of and that we would be in the den if they needed anything. "Besides you two are on kitchen duty tonight remember?" Larry followed me into the den and sat down on the footstool in front of my big chair. I kind of thought I knew what this was about, but I would let him do all the talking. "Ok Larry, what's up?" "This is what's up," Larry...
IT WAS ONLY A FEW BLOCKS to the General’s house. She was an old lady, retired from the Salvation Army. She had a modest house on the East Side, not far from the river. There, she lived an austere life, seldom straying from her living room. But it was known among a select few of the transients that she had half a dozen cots in her basement and no one in need of shelter for the night was turned away. G2 stood quietly at her door, waiting and dripping water on the steps. The door opened a crack...
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GroupPresent – Anastasia – At Bob's Country Bunker As we head toward the bar, Erast is carrying almost all the gear. When we get to the door a couple guys open it after giving me some long, hard stares (at least I still have an effect on some men!). We enter and I can't believe my eyes. There are lights everywhere, people are dancing and gambling and well 'other things' Erast mentioned earlier. I am amazed that the bar tenders are women: When a song starts, they climb up on the bar and begin...
I was just finishing lunch at a little deli when I saw someone outside who I thought I recognized. The woman looked like a Mom of kids who played with my kids when they were younger. I finished my sandwich and went into the store that I saw her enter. I remember her as a even though she tried to hide her hot body under baggy clothes. I entered the store and immediately figured I was in the wrong place. I must have seen wrong. I was in an adult video store with rack after rack of tapes, dvds and...
EroticThe knock on the door came a couple of days after I spoke to the Everyboat Insurance receptionist ... who assured me that Mr. Arbuthnot was perfectly fine. “There wasn’t anything he struck on the way down, Miss Flintkote. He just ‘wilted.’ I’m calling our Hong Kong office. An adjuster will contact you soon. May I have your current address?” “Mr. Kwan? Would you speak to the lady?” Information soon passed, the call disconnected and I resumed fretting. Oh ... I wasn’t brooding over the boat...
Dear friends, hi to all of reader this is my first post, this is real incidence real story , hope u guys will like. My name is Rashid age is 34 and this story is about my sexual affair wid madhu. Yeh baat 1996 ko start huyee,Meri umar 20 ki thi Main Jammu main final yr Bsc main tha aur madhu uski umar koi 17 -18 saal ki thi 1st yr arts main.Kuch 4-5 mahine usko line marta raha ,college se ghar jaate waqt uske peeche jana, uske computer training center ke aas pass ghumna . jeetna jyada ho...
The three boys closed in around me and even though I'm already scared to death, when they surrounded me that way it suddenly got very hard to catch my breath. They seem to suck all the oxygen out of the room. All three of them are very large, even Tank's little brother Ben is a foot taller than me and probably weighs close to two hundred pounds. Although I know who Ben is when I see him, I doubt if I've spoken to him more than once or twice in my life. He's only fourteen. He's two years...
Foreign exchange student & curvy goddess Sarah has moved in with her college acquaintance Harley. Harley invites her boyfriend Apollo over and sneakily tries to fool around with him in front of Sarah. Not only is Sarah savvy to Harley’s hijinks, but she is simultaneously thirst trapping Apollo with her ample assets. Apollo only gets sneaky glances & teases of Sarah’s beauty as they slink around behind Harley’s back, until Sarah decides to give him the full reveal with the hottest in...
xmoviesforyouShopping in Manchester Tom and I had trailed around the shops in Edinburgh, looking for some sexy outfits for Marks party. We just couldn’t find anything that grabbed our attention. Oh there were loads of nice things, but nothing that made us shout, “Eureka”, if you know what I mean. The last shop we entered, we started chatting, well, I did, to a very sexily dressed young woman. I asked her where she had purchased her outfit and explained to her that...
Wife LoversI’ve since learned not to date co-workers, but back in the day I didn’t care. I was just out of a big-time relationship and had started fooling around with a police woman. We'd known each other since the academy. She was hot and athletic and we had an understanding, this was about sex. We were both rebounding and didn’t want anything but some unattached fun. Okay, works for me, particularly in light of how hot this chick was and still is for that matter. She was medium height, muscular, with...
Reluctance“I’m here.” Stan said into the phone as he pulled into the driveway with the truck lights out to avoid attracting attention. He knew she could hear the nervousness in his voice but he hoped she would overlook it since he did in fact show up like he’d promised.“The door is unlocked, come on in.” Monica said back breathlessly into the phone. Her words played over and over in his head as he exited the car. Sounds of rustling followed by hard breathing and the sudden blink of light suggested she...
Augustina and Jerome Black and Maria and Arthur Cooper invite you to join them in the celebrating the union of Lily Black and Paul Cooper on Sunday, June First at 10:00 St. Grover Cathedral On the first day of her vacation from her job at the post office, Kara Walker woke up with a smile on her face and stretched luxuriously, her long tanned limbs glowing in the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. She slid carefully out from the satin sheets and considered the body of the sleeping...
White Fur The USS Shadowrunner was another Chimera unit, a disguised ship. On the outside, a fairly old Oghar Ulmgar cruiser operated by an independent privateer named Kekotraa and on the inside, a state of the art Union ship. Kekotraa was a genuine Diechsen. A 350 centimeter tall Reptilioid of the Sauro kind. Warm blooded, fast and strong, a former GC species. Just like a regular Ulmgar, this Oghar cruiser was well armed and shielded but had bigger cargo holds. Captain Kekotraa explained...
TINGLES TWELVE By Katharine Sexkitten "You were made for cock." Brad and I were snuggling, his arm wrapped around me, my head on his shoulder, our bodies warm and breathing hard, but coming down. He'd just fucked me for the second time this evening. I have never been happier. The first fuck of the evening was up against the sliding glass door to the patio of my hotel suite. We were both so hot and bothered, my tingles rearing like a wild horse, that his entrance into me...
Old Friend, New Relationship-Part 1 I met Karen in my divorce support group while I was dealing with my second divorce and she was trying to cope with her first. About the only thing that we had in common was that both our spouses had cheated with good friends of ours. She was a couple years older and very attractive. I remember that she always dressed so well for our group meetings. We both attended regularly for almost a year, in which time several of us formed a sort of loose union. Among...
I can’t tell you when it started. I can though identify when it transformed from occasional fantasy to obsession. I had long held a fantasy, which judging by the contents of porno magazines is one commonly shared, of seeing my wife have sex with another man. My wife, Debbie, is five years younger than me, very attractive and slim. She plays sports a lot, jogging and tennis mainly, so she has a lithe figure. She is a well-liked, if not a popular person, since she does tend to seem rather aloof...
Sometimes, I am with a really special guy to me (I won’t name him) but he has a very busy job and he comes round just wanting to unwind.We have a couple of drinks whilst I listen to what kind of day he has had, he has his head in my lap and I am soothing his hair.I ask him if I can get up and he lifts his head, I slide out from beneath him and kneel next to him, still listening to what he has to say, I slide my hands all over his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt, we both know what is...
?United? by [email protected] In 2034 football remains the sport of the people. Despite the fact that the game has changed beyond all recognition since the early years of the twenty first century, the game is still revered by the fans and the media. Gone are the days of multi million pound contracts and transfers. Contracts and transfers no longer exist. Players are of course unpaid, and once they are with a club, then there they will stay. Literally marked as a player for life. ...
Ivan and Giovanni were in the kitchen. They looked fuckable together. Giovanni was still wearing his tight pants, but he had borrowed one of Yann's open-chested shirts. If he knew it was see-thru, he wasn't worried about me staring at his dark - and surprisingly large - nipples. "Ivan. You have Yeuhan's remote?" "Yeah." He handed it to me. "What's the range on this thing?" "Whole property." I did an actual double-take. "What?" "Sean, Ian and Yeuhan figured out how to run...
The next day, both of our families continued a tradition that had begun even before we were born, namely celebrating Christmas together. The day began with breakfast and presents at our place, then moved to supper at hers. Our mothers collaborated on the turkey and all the trimmings, and the table nearly groaned with all of the food. I thought she was going to lose it at one point during dinner, when I leaned over to her and whispered, "Do I smell peppermint?" I had at least waited for a...
"What took you two so long?" My father and I froze in the front door. My mother was walking out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand. It was just past 5:00 a.m. I'd forgotten she woke up early to go to work. "Are you okay, Rosie?" my mother asked, walking past me on her way to their bedroom. And, before I could answer, "How's the car?" "Nuts are stripped," my father said in a completely normal voice. He walked closed the front door, walked into the kitchen and took out a cup off the...
IncestMonday came round before Frankie realised and after having a late night the previous night with quite a lot of booze consumed she didn’t feel her best.She struggled to get showered and dressed and her make up sunk straight in as she applied it, she was annoyed with herself for drinking so much the previous night but couldn’t do anything about it so took a couple of paracetamols and hoped she would feel better before Bob arrived.She had taken care in dressing, though she struggled with it, as...
Hello everyone! I know story ka title padh kar hi aap logo ne apne apne lund apne hath me le liye honge aur meri pyari pyari bhabhiyo ne bhi ungli chut me daal lene ka man bana liya hoga. My email id is send me your reply after reading my story. Jaise mene title me mentioned kiya he ye meri fantasy he jo ki bahut jald me ise reality me convert karne wala hu par abhi aapko meri fantasy hi sun ne ko milegi. Kalpna raheti he 404 me aur me raheta hu 401 me wo apne hubby and ek chhote bachhe k sath...
Ron continues, “The unit basically just got back on the first of December from overseas and have been off on leave, they knew he was retiring on December 31, but wasn’t due to leave the area until the third. They chose the second January, and then they have learned that I was going to be in the area too. They insist that I come along because Sergeant Major Sampson and I go back to when I was a Second Lieutenant, just green out of officer’s training. They found out JJ will be there too,...
The night was once again late. Ron had gone to bed like always and avoided Hermonie like the plague. Harry looked up from his Herb Homework and spotted Hermonie’s skirt, up farther then it should be. No panties were where they should have been. Harry, who had only dreamed of these moments from Wizard porn, was most interfered. He looked at Hemonies face and saw she was caught up in Runes for Experts. This was for her class tomorrow. It was about midnight and Hermonie was wide awake. He began to...
Dave's wife and daughter returned a few days later, and Lisa really missed the man's wonderful cock. One evening when both Matt and Hope were out, she was sitting out on her patio having a drink when she saw her neighbor, Earl Allen, out in his back yard. Lisa had always thought he was a handsome man, but because of his devotion to his wife who was always around and watched him like a hawk, the horny redhead had never tried to seduce her neighbor. "Hi, Earl!" she called out when he waved...
It had been a week since the incident with Shannon happened. I could not believe that, (a) she had never said anything to anyone, nothing happened that night that I thought would actually happen, and (c) my step daughter never said a word to me. It led me to believe either Shannon never said anything to my step daughter Karson or she (Karson) knew about it and simply hadn't said anything to me.So when Karson told me that Shannon was going to be spending the night on Friday I was curious if...
TeenIt was a warm summer evening, Percy stood at the edge of the small lake adjacent to his property. He was amongst a small crowd of people. Everyone was somber. Percy looked over the country side. It was green and covered with wild flowers. The birds were finishing their evening songs and getting ready to settle down for the night. The swallows were making those low level runs to snack on the bugs that were emerging from their daytime hiding places. All things considered, it would have been a...
In 1963, we had the makings of a very different Christmas ... with 8 days to go before the 25th, students were sent home, not to return until Monday, January 6 ... a long break. Moms were in the stores buying Christmas gifts for family members, reacting to being lured in by the usual festive window displays: Christmas trees, Santa, Snow scenes, and mannequins decked in Red & Green. Yet at the baseline of seemingly any and every store were small-to-medium sized American flags, and the...
Thank you to blackrandl1958 for creating this gothic horror event. When I heard about the theme, I just about cried because I love the genre very much. So much, in fact, that I had to write two stories. Thank you to Pixel the Cat for editing, Bebop3 for the excellent feedback and D for the help and support. Lola had platinum blonde hair that rested just below her breasts and crystal blue eyes that appeared to follow me when I moved through the room. There was a glint in their expression that...
Hi everyone I’m a new reader of iss jus a month before got to know bout it through a friend of mine let come to the point I’m Tina Sharma from Mumbai I’m now 18years old graduating from a reputed college of Mumbai as I’m the only kid of parents they love me n provide me everything that I need n wish for, it happened when I was 15 dad was 40 n dad is very found of porn movies my room is next to there once I got up in almost middle of the night for piss when I reached near to there room I noticed...
IncestAfter a long work week, you are happy to kick back and relax with your co-workers at the local pub. As the night draws to a close, you make your drunken way to Syndie, the temp. Blond hair and blue eyes, perfect 34 double D's and cinched waist, the curves of her hips and ass had been driving you crazy all week. The regular receptionist came back the next week, and so it was now or never if you ever want to have a chance with this goddess. She's wearing the charcol pencil skirt and light blue...
SurvivalI was walking so rapidly, my breath was to coming to me in rasps. Running was something I was no longer capable of doing that physical demand, after falling the way I had , hurting my knee. It was pointless anyway, trying to run from someone of you caliber and mass, you size would make the strongest man cower in fear. ????????? Terror grips me as I walk past the freshly dug graves of the last victims of your brutal murders. This over sized graveyard,...
Introduction: This is another true story of what Derek and I done together. Continuing from the end of My First Sleepover. We lay together on the bathroom floor, our lips glued together with the sticky residue left behind from that mornings activities. Neither one of us moved nor wanted time to go on, so we just stayed in that position for what could of been hours, hugging eachother in a sort of comforting yet sexual embrace. Dereks dick was still twitching and seeping cum when I realised that...