mommys helping hands pt 2
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Anna Miller
“Shoot,” I cursed beneath my breath. I hadn’t considered my husband would feel guilty for punishing our daughter and fucking the little whore. “Mitch, look at me.”
He stood trembling in our kitchen, the cordless phone clutched in his hand. He was naked, a muscular man with short, sandy-blond hair. He looked horrified, his shoulders hunched, his limp cock glistening with our daughter’s virgin pussy cream.
s “Mitch, look at me,” I said in an even tone, playing with the amulet I wore around my neck, the red crystal dangling between my breasts, the light from it playing across his face.
“Yes, yes, I...” His words trailed off. He was on the phone with 911, turning himself in for “molesting” our daughter.
Valerie, our fifteen-year-old daughter, wasn’t molested. She was punished. I had to convince him. I had to calm him down. I thought I had hypnotized him to understand. He had done it just like I always fantasized. He had taken our daughter in hand, spanked her hard, then fucked her naughty cunt. If he didn’t, she would come home one day pregnant, knocked up by some pimple-faced boy. Valerie was so aware of her nubile body. She flaunted it around her father, using it to get herself out of trouble by turning him on.
I was shocked my husband would even feel guilty for taking what she offered.
“Sir, sir, are you still there?” the 911 operator said as he lowered the phone. His blue eyes became unfocused as he stared between my breasts. “Sir, what did you do with your daughter?”
“It’s okay,” I told my husband, his eyes locked on the amulet, on the little flaw in it. I spoke calm, clear, gentle. “Relax. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Hang up the phone and let’s talk.”
His thumb pressed the “end call” button, cutting off the 911 operator.
“That’s good,” I said. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. Disciplining your daughter is a good thing.”
“I ... I...” His words came out slow, slurred. “I hurt her. I abused her.”
“No, no, you disciplined her. Remember. How should a slut be disciplined?”
“A slut has to be discipline with her father’s cock, or she will fuck every boy she can and wind up pregnant,” he repeated in a monotone.
“That’s right. And what is our daughter?”
“Valerie is a slut who must be disciplined,” he repeated.
“And after a slut is disciplined, what is she then?”
“A good girl,” he said.
“And what do good girls need?”
“Good girls need to be encouraged. Good girls need their daddy’s cum in their pussies.”
“So why did you call 911?” I asked him, moving closer, my naked breasts swaying. I reveled in this power. My husband was so strong, but he couldn’t resist the amulet. I just had to fix him, to make him into the perfect man who punished our little whore of a daughter. “Why did you feel so guilty you wanted to turn yourself in?”
“She’s my daughter,” he groaned. “She’s underage. It’s not right for a father to have sex with his daughter. It’s incest.”
“But what does a good girl need after accepting her spanking?”
“Good girls need to be encouraged,” he repeated again in the same cadence. “Good girls need their daddy’s cum in their pussies.”
“If good girls need their daddy’s cum in their pussies, it can’t be wrong, can it?”
His forehead furrowed.
“If good girls need their daddy’s cum in their pussies, it can’t be wrong. Right?”
“Well...” His finger twitched. I twisted the amulet, flashing more light across his face. “It’s illegal. It’s wrong.”
“Society doesn’t know what is best for my daughter, my wife knows,” I said. “Repeat.”
“Society doesn’t know what is best for my daughter, my wife knows,” he said.
“Again,” I said, shuddering as he repeated it. “Again.” His words came out in a droning flow. “Again.” I manipulated the amulet, watching his glossy eyes following it. My fingers gripped the bottom, rolling the pointed end between my fingers. “Again.”
After he repeated it ten times, I asked, “Is fucking your daughter wrong?”
“Yes,” he said.
“But I say it’s not. And who knows what’s best for our daughter?”
“Society doesn’t know what is best for my daughter, my wife knows,” he repeated, his eyes glossy, drool building at the corners of his lips.
“So if I say it’s okay for you to fuck our daughter, that she needs it to be a good girl, then should you feel guilty about it?”
He hesitated.
“Mitch, it’s okay to for you to fuck our daughter. She needs it to be a good girl. Should you feel guilty about it?”
“No,” he said slowly. His shoulders shifted. “Society doesn’t know what is best for my daughter, my wife knows.”
“That’s right,” I told him. “Punishing your daughter is right. Fucking your daughter to keep her being a good girl is right. Repeat.”
I wanted to make sure he understood. The serpentine-like reflection of light from the flaw in the amulet danced across his face. It splashed across his features as he said the words again and again. I smiled as he understood. My pussy grew wetter and wetter.
I covered the amulet. “Honey, do you feel better? Do you understand?”
My husband blinked, shaking his head. “Anna?”
“Do you feel bad about disciplining our daughter?” I asked.
“Well, no,” he said. “Society might say it’s wrong, but it’s what our daughter needs to be a good girl.”
I smiled, leaned forward, and kissed my husband. My pussy grew hotter. I wanted to keep disciplining Valerie. Her tongue felt amazing licking through my pussy. She put her mouth to good use for once, not giving me lip, not arguing with me, but giving me bliss. It was incredible. The way she moaned as her father fucked her. The way she squirmed.
She would still be bad. I put that in her, little things, just so Mitch and I could punish her.
So I could watch my husband spank our daughter, his muscles flexing as he smacked his hand down on her rump, making her ass red. I shuddered in delight. I wiggled my hips back and forth, feeling my husband’s cock hardening. He could fuck me, and then our whore-daughter would have something naughty to lick out of my pussy while she “apologized” to—
A loud knock pounded on the door.
I groaned. Right, Mitch called 911.
“Stay here, honey,” I said as I broke away. “I’ll take care of this.”
I turned around and passed through the dining room where our daughter sat, panting, looking dazed from her punishment. She glanced at me and stiffened. She wiped at her pussy-stained face, her light-brown hair swaying about her youthful face.
“Help your father with the dishes,” I told her. “I have to answer the door.”
“Yeah, Mom,” she said, no insolence. She wouldn’t be bad right away.
She rose and I shuddered at the sight of her red ass. It was a juicy rump, tight and firm and so spankable. I couldn’t help staring at her flaming rump as she gathered up the plates, bending over the table. Cum ran down her thighs and—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I sighed and groaned. I left the dining room and crossed through the living room. I wasn’t afraid of the cop. I had the amulet. I held it in my hand. I twisted it. Played with it. My confidence swelled. I reached the door, opened it.
“Officer?” I asked as I stared at the woman at my door in the navy-blue uniform, her thick, black belt covered in all her police equipment. She had auburn hair pulled back into a tight bun, her face plain, a woman in her late thirties who didn’t bother with makeup. She had traces of her girlish beauty, still an attractive woman but not one who started herself up.
“Ma’am,” the cop said. Her eyes narrowed. “Why are you naked?”
“Oh, it’s my home,” I said, twisting the amulet, the light dancing across the cop’s face.
“We had an aborted 911 call from here,” the cop said, her hand on her gun. “A man claiming he molested his daughter.”
“Oh?” I asked. “It must have been my daughter and her friend. They are a naughty pair, especially my daughter.”
“Can I come in to talk to her?” the cop asked, her eyes falling on the amulet.
I kept twisting the amulet, turning it in my hand. “We’re talking right now, aren’t we? Isn’t it nice to talk to me?”
“I have to talk to ... to the daughter. And to ... to whoever called 911.” Her words were getting slurred. Her eyes struggled to stay focused. “It’s a ... a crime ... Need to...”
“Do you like my amulet?” I asked her.
She nodded her head.
I stepped back into my house, twisting it. the cop stumbled after, following it. Her hand slipped off her handgun. Her breasts rose and fell as I twisted the amulet back and forth. I loved it. No one could resist the amulet. The website was correct.
So many people thought it was a hoax, but it wasn’t. This was real. This was power. It didn’t matter how strong my husband was. It didn’t matter how rebellious my daughter was. I shuddered. It didn’t even matter how confident the cop was.
“Do you like my amulet?” I asked again.
“Pretty,” said the cop. “Something in there ... A snake ... Fiery snake...”
“Just keep looking at it,” I said. “Staring at it. It’s so pretty. Every time you look at it, you just relax your mind. You’re open to what I say. You know it’s true. My words are correct. They clear up any confusion. Right?”
“Your words are correct. They clear up any confusion.”
“Repeat,” I told her, twisting the amulet, loving her saying the words. Just like with my husband and daughter. “Repeat.” I shuddered as she said it. This cop was mine. I would fix this problem. She wouldn’t cause difficulties for my family.
Not when it was finally perfect.
“Mom?” my daughter asked. “What’s going on? Why is there a cop here?”
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” I said. Then, feeling deviant, I ordered, “Come apologize to my asshole while she talks.”
Those words, apologize, triggered my daughter. “Yes, Mom.”
I shuddered as I heard her pad across the room as the cop repeated my words. Officer Carson, according to her nametag, was almost slurring her words as she fell deeper under my control. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs as I smiled.
Valerie fell to her knees on the carpet behind me. I felt her hot breath on my rump. I fought a groan as she parted my butt-cheeks. My asshole felt exposed. I tingled. I’d never had a rimjob, but I read about this deviant delight in those naughty stories I found on the internet.
Her tongue licked across my tongue, just grazing the edge of my pussy lips, up into my butt-crack, and across my sphincter. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. Her wet and nimble tongue danced around my asshole. She caressed me, teased me, made me want to moan.
My fingers gripped the amulet, twisting it as the cop repeated her words.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, my daughter’s tongue caressing my asshole. She fluttered against me. “So, when I tell you, Officer Carson, that it was a prank, you believe me?”
“Of course,” Officer Carson said.
“Just a prank. You know kids.”
“I do,” Officer Carson said. Something twisted her expression. There was a hint of emotion in her face. My eyes flicked down to her left hand. No wedding ring.
“You have kids?”
“A daughter,” she muttered. “A handful.”
I nodded my head. A single mother. Poor thing. No husband to spank her child. “So if it was just a prank, some dumb kids messing around on the phone, what will you do?”
“File a report,” the cop said. “Issue a warning. Unless I feel it necessary to issue a citation for misusing 911.”
“You don’t need to issue a citation. It was just dumb kids. You know they’re being disciplined.” I shuddered, my daughter’s tongue lapping at my asshole, her hands gripping my thighs as her tongue ran in circles around my naughty sphincter. “What will you do?”
“Issue a warning,” she said. “Write up my report.”
“Good, good,” I moaned. “That’s all that happened here. Just radio it in. No crime happened. You spoke to my daughter. She and her friend...” I searched for a guy’s name. “Her friend, Dennis Marshal, confessed. You admonished them. So no evidence of molestation. Repeat that.”
As she spoke, I fought my groans. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as my daughter’s tongue fluttered around my asshole. She darted around my sphincter. It was wicked. Heat shuddered through me. Her tongue was wet and hot.
She pressed it into my asshole. I groaned. My breasts jiggled. My butt-cheeks squeezed around her face. I wiggled my hips from side to side, pussy juices spilling down my thighs. Her tongue wiggled into my bowels. She swirled it around.
It felt incredible.
“Mmm, rub Mommy’s pussy while you apologize,” I murmured while the cop repeated her instructions. “Again, Officer Carson.”
My daughter moaned into my asshole as her hand slid up my thigh. Tingles raced up my body. She found my juicy twat. Her fingers caressed up and down my pussy folds, caressing me as she swirled her tongue around inside my bowels. My hips wiggled. My breasts jiggled.
I groaned in delight. My pleasure built and built faster and faster. It was so hot having my daughter eat me out before this cop. Before this complete stranger. Her monotonous words, repeating my command, swelled my orgasm as fast as my daughter.
I had such power. I could do such wicked things. I could change things. There must be other mothers needing to take command of sons and daughters. I shuddered, my pussy soaking Valerie’s fingers. My asshole clenched around her tongue.
Her tongue thrust into my asshole. She fucked it into my bowels depths. Her fingers brushed my clit. My eyes fluttered. Juices spilled out of me. I whimpered. Groaned. My daughter’s naughty tongue doing something productive.
I kept twisting the amulet as my body shook. The pressure swelled. My toes curled under me. Her fingers caressed my clit.
“Yes,” I groaned as my orgasm detonated in me.
Rapture surged through me. The amulet shook in my hand, the cop’s dull eyes following it as she repeated her commands. Pleasure flooded out of my cunt, soaking my daughter’s fingers. My asshole writhed about her tongue, my butt-cheeks squeezed on her face.
Pleasure spilled through me. It burned across my mind. Such wonderful ecstasy. I groaned as I shuddered. My tits heaved. My hair danced around my shoulders as I cried out in such joy. My daughter finally loved me the way she should.
“No molestation happened,” finished the cop as I shuddered to the peak of my orgasm.
“That’s right,” I moaned. “Radio it in.”
The officer grabbed her lapel mic and spoke to her dispatcher. I clapped my hand over my mouth, muffling my moans and pants as my daughter kept rimming me, kept stroking me. Another climax spilled over me. More rapture poured through me.
When the cop finished, my brain burning from the incestuous bliss, I asked, “You have a daughter?”
“Yes,” the cop answered.
“I bet she’s a real handful. Mmm, wouldn’t you just love a way to control her? To make sure she was always a good girl?” I shuddered as my daughter’s tongue wiggled around inside my asshole. “To discipline her when she’s bad?”
“Yes,” the cop answered.
I smiled, wicked ideas bursting through my mind.
Mitch Miller
The next day, my wife walked into the living room and smiled at me, playing with her amulet.
... good girls use their mouths not to talk back but to suck their daddy’s cocks...
“I see Valerie’s being a good girl,” my wife said as our daughter bobbed her head up and down my dick. Valerie’s lips were sealed tight about cock, working up and down my shaft. Our fifteen-year-old daughter sucked with passion.
“Yeah,” I said. “She’s being a good girl today.” I held a handful of my daughter’s hair as I stared down her back at her rump, still pink from her spanking yesterday.
Valerie moaned about my dick as my wife sat down beside me. Anna had a bright smile on her red lips, her amulet swaying between her naked tits. She leaned back on the couch, watching with smoky eyes.
My dick throbbed and ached. Society thought this was wrong, but my wife knew best. Our daughter had to be a good girl. We couldn’t let her be a wild slut. A tramp. I had to be dominant with her. Discipline her. Reward her.
My balls tightened as Valerie sucked with hunger. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft. She sucked with passion. I groaned as I gripped her hair. I clutched her hair, her silky strands sliding through my fingers. She sucked me. Loved me.
It was incredible. I had never thought about my daughter as a sexual creature, now everything she did was enticing. Her young, nubile body was incredible. Those small, perky tits ... Her cute, curving rump ... Long legs ... Flirty smile...
Just sexy. My wife was pretty, but ... Valerie was young and tight.
“Mmm, she’s just sucking hard on your cock,” purred Anna, her thighs rubbing together. “Just fire your cum into her mouth. Give her that reward.”
“Yeah,” I groaned; my eyes drawn to my wife’s round breasts. They were lovely, but not as firm as Valerie’s. The red, crystal amulet with the serpentine flaw in it swayed between Anna’s tits.
Where had she gotten that?
She kept twisting it as my daughter sucked my cock. Pleasure spilled through my body as I stared at that amulet. It was so fascinating. Especially with my daughter bobbing her head, sucking hard on my dick, making my shaft’s sensitive tip throb.
... A good husband uses his mouth to love his wife’s pussy...
The words spoke to me as my daughter blew my cock.
... A good husband uses his mouth to love his wife’s pussy...
They repeated over and over in my mind while my wife’s lips moved. I shuddered, staring at the amulet, my dick throbbing, aching in my daughter’s mouth. The words wrapped about my thoughts, cocooning me in this warmth.
... A good husband uses his mouth to love his wife’s pussy...
“Oh, yes, yes, eat my pussy,” my wife moaned.
I blinked. I was lying on my back on the couch, my daughter still sucking my cock. My wife’s brown-furred muff lowered to my face. I licked my lips, eager to devour her even as I was a little confused as to how I got in this position, but ... I loved eating my wife’s pussy. A good husband should do that. I wanted to be a good husband.
... A good husband uses his mouth to love his wife’s pussy...
Her silky bush, soaked with her tart juices, brushed my lips. I shuddered. My tongue fluttered through her mouth, gathering her juices. She moaned out in delight as our daughter sucked my cock. Pleasure shot through me as my wife’s weight settled on me.
Her juices spilled into my mouth, soaking my tongue. I thrust my tongue into her depths. I shuddered as the pleasure built and built in me, my tongue darting through her folds. I feasted on my wife, eating her with hunger.
“Oh, yes, Mitch!” moaned my wife. “Mmm, I can feel how much you love me.”
“So much,” I groaned, wondering what my daughter’s pussy tasted like. Valerie was so young and delicious.
My wife wiggled her hips from side to side, smearing her pussy on my mouth, her silky pubic hair caressed me. I groaned, savoring the tart pussy. My tongue fluttered through the folds of her snatch. I sucked on her. Nibbled on her. She squirmed on my face. I sucked on her clit.
My dick throbbed and pulsed in Valerie’s sucking mouth. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. My cock ached. Her tongue danced around the tip. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my aching balls. I groaned, gripping my wife’s thighs.
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Joey decided to go check out the boys that were blackmailing Constance Fagan, their English teacher. He wanted to get some background on them before confronting them and decided to go visit Austin Whittington’s home first. It was at his home where Constance was originally drugged, rape, and blackmailed. It was one O’clock in the afternoon when Joey rang the doorbell at the large fashionable Whittington’s home. He was surprised when a beautiful woman, which looked to be in her late thirties,...
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I always knew I had hypnotic powers but I never really put them to use until now. My name is Bill I am a pretty typical guy for my age (18) however I have something that sets me aside from everyone else. The power to hypnotize anyone who looks into my eyes. I always knew had this power and I use it every now and then to do pranks, humiliate people, get good grades nothing huge. To tell a little more about me I live with my mother who is actually quiet attractive and my sister who is only a...
This happened in December, 2002. My first semester at Clinton State University was nearly over. Most of the kids had already gone home for the winter break, but I was stuck with a final exam scheduled on the absolute last day of the term. I guess I didn’t really mind the peace and quiet which was a nice alternative to the 24/7 party atmosphere that had permeated the dorm hallways from pretty much the time I’d moved in.I was never really great at parties. I didn’t really like to drink or do a...
Mind ControlDr. Johnson was 40 years old, and had begun to utilize his two medical specialties psychotherapy and hypnotherapy a great deal in his practice at home. He is married and has three high school aged children, Jason, and his twin girls Sara and Amy. His wife was a real estate salesperson and was away from home a great deal. It had taken several special permits to allow him to practice inside his home but after some modifications to his...
Chapter Five Cinderella at the Ball They were both right. Cindy had feared that the encounter would change them … and it did. However, she was forced to admit that she and Betty were, if anything, even closer friends than before. Betty had sworn that this would be their only sexual encounter … and she was as good as her word. She continued to help Cindy with the housework three or four days each week so that they could spend more leisure time together … they even had another Sunday outing....
They were both right. Cindy had feared that the encounter would change them ... and it did. However, she was forced to admit that she and Betty were, if anything, even closer friends than before. Betty had sworn that this would be their only sexual encounter ... and she was as good as her word. She continued to help Cindy with the housework three or four days each week so that they could spend more leisure time together ... they even had another Sunday outing. She continued to be a bit of a...
Jason found himself surfing the web for female hypnotists. He had seen it in the movies when a female vampire would charm her pray, a villainess would trance the hero, or a deadly femme fatale would lull her victim into trance with her feminine wiles and every time he found the thought of the woman winning the struggle a huge turn on. Unfortunately for Jason in the movies the hero always seemed to come out on top and spoil it for him. So here he was searching for some way to indulge in his...
It was a dark, stormy night. The rain was coming down in moderate amounts but the unrelenting wind made it seem as if it were raining much harder. Lightning flashed brightly every few moments and a sharp crackling sound of thunder followed immediately. Car alarms went off due to the intensity of the storm, and the lights from the street lamps did little to brighten the dark neighborhood. On this night, Jillian had promised to meet her mother for dinner, but the storm-watch warning issued by...
Hypnotic Justice by Vanessa White Dr. Vanessa Morgan sat behind her desk and filed some paperwork as she waited for her 9 a.m. appointment to show up. In fact, she had reserved the entire day for this particular client. It would be the final session in a two-year project she had been working on. To say she was brimming with excitement would be an understatement. She smiled as she heard a car door shut out in the parking lot and she knew that her appointment had most likely...
The man was gasping and grunting with the exertion of cock-slapping the pretty teen actress with his grotesquely engorged cock and, feeling that his orgasm was not too far away, aimed his tool at Sarah’s open mouth, filling it with his swollen dick. Sarah, the hypnotic fuck toy Ch.01 Sarah had returned to her hotel room after a long day. She enjoyed her work, helping promote the message of the Teen Pregnancy foundation, which strove to reduce teen pregnancy. Still, the busy schedule did...
AnalSince I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish. See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. One of the women in this story is afraid of hypnosis unlike the previous women. Sybil came in with a women she thought was her...
Dianne continued to live with Marty as she breastfed the baby. While he agreed to wait six weeks before he fucked her again, he made her perform oral sex regularly. After the six weeks, Marty started pounding the teen’s pussy again. Dianne was still an exceptionally good fuck, but now at seventeen, she was not near as tight down there after having the baby. With the exception of her breasts being larger, Dianne’s body showed no signs of her having been pregnant. The problem started when...
Saturday evening, Joey went to Stacy’s house to pick her up for their date; he was going to meet her mother, Olivia King, for the first time. She already knew he was her daughter’s best friend’s brother. Joey knew Olivia had raised Stacy as a single mother and little else. Olivia had told Stacy that her father, at eighteen, was serving in the Army after graduating high school when she got pregnant, and that he was shipped overseas and got killed before they could get married. However, it was...
When Joey and Olivia went into the living room, Billy and Cassaundra were telling Stacy how they met, and how Billy had asked her for a date at least a dozen times before she relented and said she would go out with him. They all three were sitting on the sofa with Billy in between Stacy and his wife. That day Cassaundra was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans, while Stacy had on a pullover top and skirt, and Olivia had on a skirt and blouse. Joey required Stacy and Olivia to wear skirts...
Now that Melinda had picked up her daughter, they were on the way home. From the backseat, Rachel asked Joey in a soft polite voice, “I haven’t seen you at school, I am in the 9th grade, what grade are you in?” Turning to where he could look at the extremely pretty girl, who had just turned fifteen a few days earlier, Joey said, “I just transferred in, and I am in the 11th grade,” not wanting to tell her that he was a dropout now that he had the Hypnotic Eye. The strange boy made Rachel...
When Joey and Latonya got to Fritz and Renee’s, Joey instructed them and then also Riley, Rachel, and Alicia of Latonya’s status as one of his sex slaves, and that she would be treated accordingly. Latonya stood by Joey’s side while, Riley, the gorgeous twenty-five-year-old blonde, wrapped her arms around Joey’s neck and gave him a long very enthusiastic kiss. After they kissed, Riley said, “I missed you. You know I am here for you,” in her sweet soft seductive voice. Joey looked at Fritz and...
Now that the construction company had completed the Home for Unwed Mothers, Riley, Rachel, Alicia, and Latonya, along with Alyssa, had moved into their respective living areas. With Rachel and Alicia’s babies due first, Joey decided to look for an obstetrician that could be on call to deliver babies at the home. Using the internet, he started looking up local female obstetrician’s bios. Joey wanted one that would fit in well at the home. She had to be attractive and sexy. Married was ok, but...
While Ms. Fagan was continuing to be blackmailed by Austin Whittington and Jimmy Aldrich, Leslie Platt got moved into her living area at the Home for Unwed Mothers. She was extremely happy for the first time in over a year. She could now turn her life around and not have to deal with men and boys that only wanted her for one thing: the use of her, admittedly, sexy body. Leslie’s first day at the home, she was introduced to Joey Wilson as the other managing partner of the home. When Dianne...
While Abigale Whittington, the mother of one of the blackmailing students’, was in the bathroom cleaning herself up after having sex with Joey there in the parlor, he put his clothes back on. The beautiful nude wife, seeing that Joey had gotten dressed when she came out of the bathroom, asked, “Shall I get dressed also? Or would you prefer me to stay nude?” in a soft submissive voice. “You may get dressed,” Joey replied. “As you wish,” the incredibly sexy wife said, in her soft compliant...
After Joey got Jimmy’s twin sister to the Home for Unwed Mothers, he introduced her to Dianne Benson saying, “This is Janie Aldrich. She is going to be living here. For the past week, I have been fucking her. If she is not already pregnant, she soon will be.” The young dark-hired beauty stood there beside Joey with her head slightly bowed, not looking at the beautiful woman in her thirties. Janie remained silent while he talked about her as his newest sex slave. Joey looked at Jimmy’s twin...
My mom was kind of slow since she lives with a disability. She's only had 1 man and that's when she was raped to conceive me. Now she tries to use to for her own pleasures, even though I started it. I'm Rya5n. I'm an only child and I live with both my mom and grandma. I'm just going to give a quick back story on how I started with my mom. She laid in bed with a t-shirt and panties on which was the norm for her. Sometimes I'd lay between her legs just to suck on her nipples and...
Several years ago we visited an amusement park in Southern California that has a western motif. I'm sure you know which one. We came upon an area that was set up as an old wagon camp and in the center, was a stage. Outside, there was a sign that advertised fun and somewhat naughty hypnotist. My girlfriend was excited as she had never been hypnotized and I thought the whole thing was a crock, but I agreed to go to the show anyway, since it was advertized as being naughty. I had no idea how...
Clearly the concept of a sex slave has appeal to both sexes. Both men and women wonder about being a sex slave. Hypnosis is the Great Enabler. This is a the second in a series of stories of encounters that raise the issue of being a sex slave. Read on. Then vote and let me know what you think. Everything I write about I believe is possible. I have not, necessarily, done everything depicted in these stories and I cannot advocate making people do things that they would not approve of, if asked. ...
Once I was all showered up and grabbed a quick meal, I started cleaning up my room and the bathroom. My mother had just cleaned yesterday, but I thought if she came home and had seen that I tidied up a little she would be pleased. After giving the bathroom a once over, I started on my bedroom. This had taken me longer than expected, due to the fact that I leave my clothes, dishes, and drinking glasses everywhere. It was twelve in the afternoon once I finally finished cleaning up. I...
Introduction: Hal & Lori continue their relationship Mommy just sat, impaled on my little cock. Halle, touch me, fondle my breasts. I took one of her sumptuous breasts in each hand, I rolled her nipples, gently twisting and pulling, she started to ride me, slowly she raised herself then lowered then rose. The slow upward and downward strokes, my balls were crying for release, no, no, not til Mommy tells me I can. Honey, put your fingers under me. I slip a hand between her thighs and rub her...
Since I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. My perspective is being the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish. See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. Most of the applicants for the research were people who were genuinely interested in...
Clearly the concept of a sex slave has appeal to both sexes. Both men and women wonder about being a sex slave. Hypnosis is the Great Enabler. This is a series of stories of encounters that raise the issue of being a sex slave. Read on. Then vote and let me know what you think. Everything I write about I believe is possible. I have not, necessarily, done everything depicted in these stories and I cannot advocate making people do things that they would not approve of, if asked. To understand...
It started with a faint buzz, but soon the signal became louder, sharper too, more persistent. At Island force HQ, Scooby looked up alarmed. There could be no mistake, this was an S.O.S. Somebody needed his help and sent out a code red. He looked at the blimp on the screen. The signal came from one of the faraway and less explored forest island groups called “Muddy Galore Archipelago”. He wondered who gave the place that name and why.Protocol said to wait for Donatello for back-up and make a...
Melissa Scott had returned to her New York hotel room after a long day. She enjoyed her work, helping promote the message of the Teen Pregnancy foundation, which strove to reduce teen pregnancy. Still, the busy schedule did occasionally take its toll on her, with the constant public appearances, television interviews, and photo shoots the foundation asked of her, along with her work with other charities, not to mention her professional obligations to a multitude of studio projects. Melissa was...
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Anna Miller “So what did you want to speak to us about?” my neighbor Rita Bowers asked. She was the mother of Wendy, that little slut that helped my daughter destroy my kitchen a few days ago. Her daughter was turning into a handful the way my daughter had. And Wendy’s older sister, Sheila, was even worse. Holly Anderson, another one of my neighbors, nodded. “This isn’t some sort of pyramid scheme, is it?” I laughed at that. I stood in Rita...
As soon as I moved it my new home the neighbors started watching me. A trailerpark in back woods of mississippi is not a big place and on top of that my trailer and the the one next to me were 500 yards deeper into the woods then all the rest. There was a pond and a rope swing hanging from a tree. This place was a real shit hole I asked myself what I was doing here but could't come up with an awsner. Then I remembered, my ex took great pleasure in whipping and beating my cock in front of her...
After an incredible encounter and orgasm from my mother, one would think sleep would come easy. I can tell you that it did not. After my adrenaline decreased I really started to feel the burn deep inside me from that toy of my mothers. I lay in bed on my stomach as the pain gradually went away, the hours passed and morning arrived. I heard my mother waking and I guess getting ready for work. I figured if I'm going to be aggravated by this feeling of shame from my abused asshole I mite as...
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home to get one more sample before going to the doctor's office. More and more on the drive home, I started thinking of what a bitch my mother was. Ok fine, I may have tricked mom a little during our medical process in getting my sample. That still gave her no right to do what she did to me in her office, it was really humiliating. As I approached my driveway I realized that our little game of humiliation was not over. I approached my house and...
It was now Sunday night, and I been watching TV while trying to stop envisioning my cum dripping down my moms breasts in that bathroom at the doctors office. Trying to decide whether I can jerk off or not without it hurting, I flip the TV off and pull my semi hard penis through the slit on my boxers. As I laid there in the dark, I slowly ran one hand over my balls and with the other I started stroking my hard on. Keeping up the rhythm, I tried as hard as I could to picture my mom again. I...