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She'd left a clean house – bedrooms, kitchen, and living room. She'd put everything in its proper place, the dishwasher filled with clean glassware and cups and plates, the dryer with clean laundry. He had no memory of her doing this; he must have fallen asleep after gushing down her throat, right there on the sofa. Or he must have fainted from sheer exhaustion when she finally squeezed the seed from his balls.

She was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Giving in had been catharsis; letting go left him empty, body and mind. With his come she must have sucked all energy from his limbs. "Little vampire," he thought. "Little selfish bitch." But he felt no bitterness – yet. If anything, he felt guilty.

After emptying a liter-bottle of water he took a shower, first standing, then sitting under its steaming downpour. His thoughts were all over the place. He wondered why he should fear punishment for what he'd allowed Licia to do. Wasn't giving in to her only natural? What on earth could be wrong with it? Why feel guilty; Miss A wasn't even there. And why worry at all? Were there really consequences? He'd just ignore the woman. He would not return to her or consider her wishes when she called. He'd just say 'no, ' as easy as that. Or even better: bye-bye, darling, too-de-fucking-loo. It would be as easy as that, wouldn't it?

But if it was, how had he arrived where he was now? And where was that? Why had he always done what the woman wanted, even if she wasn't around? And why was she always at the front of his mind whenever he tried to plan his future? Did he plan at all, or was he planned? And did he mind?

Yes, he did mind – at least he thought so. He should sober up and return to what he had been before the woman walked into that editing room –­ and into his life. But what had he been? Free, he gathered. He'd been free to shape his own life – an unhappy one, maybe, but he'd been his own master. He nodded slowly as the water drummed on his head. 'His own master.' He chuckled.

Scrambling to his feet he turned the water to as hot as he could bear. Reality nagged at the fringes of his awareness. Of course he'd never been his own master. And to be honest – was there even a point to return to? Reclaiming a former life would presume he had a former life. Did he?

He sighed and admitted that any change he'd make would mean a fundamental change, not a simple return to whatever former life. And even then it would be more like trying to kick an addiction – it would capture his mind 24/7; he wouldn't be able to think of anything else. The sheer effort of changing would take so much energy that he wouldn't have anything left to actually shape a new life with. Maybe you start being a true alcoholic the moment you try to stop, he wondered. He grinned, turning the water even hotter.

Why was it so much easier not to fight the damn woman?

That evening he packed his things and returned to his apartment. Tomorrow would be Monday and he'd decided to go back to work. He wondered if there would be work to go back to. He'd taken his days off right before the closing of a monthly magazine he was supposed to do the culinary segment for.

No, he thought, they wouldn't be happy at all.

He lay in bed, failing to read the book he held open in front of him. What if he was fired? He'd have to find another job. If there were other jobs in his field, he'd have to move. But if he stayed, unemployed, he'd lose his flat anyway. He might go freelance; many of his colleagues did. But wasn't that the exact problem: too many other freelancers?

Right then he was hit by ... let's call it an insight – a peculiar sensation that stirs your adrenalin and flushes out all nagging details. It gives you a much wider view of ... of ... everything. Later on it will make you say that you were lifted to a higher level – a level where new and stimulating questions entered your mind.

Questions like: why do I need a job? What do I like about it anyway – it only usurps all my time and makes me worry constantly. What do I care about this damn apartment? Does it make me feel less alone, less miserable? Why should I care when nobody does? Other questions followed – questions that started to more and more look like answers. Why would he want to be this pitiful struggler? Why hold on to something he didn't even know he wanted? Why be his own master if the whole concept made him laugh – or cry?

And right before his swirling mind fell prey to the blissful darkness of sleep, there was this last, almost shapeless question: why resist?

"You fucked up this time." The man's face was as pale as unbaked dough. André nodded.

"Why?" the editor-in-chief asked. "You knew about LifeStyle closing." It was the monthly he'd missed the deadline for. "You just gave a flippant phone call and let us down."

"Personal reasons," André said. Color touched his boss's face, but the man's voice kept calm.

"Could you be more specific, please?" he asked. "Mother died? Wife ran off? Ah yes, you don't have either, sorry." His try at sarcasm floundered.

"No," André said. "Now are you going to fire me?"

The huge man across the desk blinked. The sudden challenge made him hesitate long enough for André to know he wouldn't be fired. It also told him his professional life would be worse these coming months because of it, years maybe, and that there would be no significant raise in the foreseeable future.

"No," the man said. "I won't fire you this time. But you have to know..."

"Okay," André interrupted him. "In that case I quit." He rose. Consternation widened the man's eyes. He rose too, hands raised.

"Don't be rash," he said. "Jobs are scarce." André didn't respond. He turned and went for the door.

"Think about it," his boss called after him. He closed the door.

Sitting down behind his desk the delayed effect of his decision caught up with him, leaving him trembling. He had done it. He'd cut off the way back – one bridge down, more to follow. He'd write his resignation, gather his stuff, take his last check and free days, and leave. But first he'd call.

"Hello?" Her voice was clear; no pounding music this time, no background voices.

"It's me, André," he said. There was silence.

"I am sorry," he added after a while. Hearing her voice had caused a tremor in his. Sweat coated his palms.

"Stuff your sorry's," she finally replied. "You disappointed me again, boy. You know that. Why couldn't you be stronger?" His shoulders sagged.

"I... , he said. "I pitied the girl." Another silence dragged on. It made him doubt his answer.

"Oh, honey," Miss A replied with a sigh. "Why should I even be talking to you? First you disappoint me and now you lie."

"But I really did!" he cried out, trying to drown his doubts in volume. "She begged me. She said you'd punish her if..."

"André!" Her voice cut through his like a knife. He fell silent.

"Don't try to shift the blame on the girl; it doesn't become you." Her voice's sadness hit him worse than her anger might have. "Admit it. You are like all men – primitive apes led by primitive urges. Be honest, honey, you are just another animal that has to crush a girl with his pathetic ego, raping her, gagging her with your slimy pole. Oh, honey you so disappoint me."

He swallowed. Protest rose in his throat.

"No!" he insisted. "No. It wasn't like that at all!" Silence, then she said:

"Do you want me to hang up on you, boy? Is that what you want – to lie to me and make me end this?"

"Oh, God, no Miss," he whispered, sudden fear robbing him of his voice. "No, no, please. I just quit my job..." He had no idea why he brought that up – or how it connected to the subject; but he had to say it.

"You quit your job," she repeated. "And why would I need to know that?" She sounded utterly disinterested. Why had he told her indeed? To her it could mean anything. Maybe that he'd found a better job, or that he wanted to move, or ... He had to be more specific.

"I want to be your slave," he blurted out. The deafening silence made him hold his breath. Then he heard a profound sigh.

"I told you before, André," she said. "I don't do men." He should have known she'd say that, and to be honest, he had. But to his amazement her refusal didn't matter.

"I know, Miss," he said, his voice steadier than it had ever been. "But I still want to."

"You are hopeless, honey."

"I know."

The silence didn't scare him. The longer it would last, the better it was. Miss A was a woman of quick and impulsive decisions; he knew that by now. The lengthening pause could only mean she was undecided, or even confused.

"Licia likes you," she finally said. "She agrees you are a weak nobody, but she likes you."

He let his pent-up breath go. He knew he'd won – or at least that he hadn't lost. He'd succeeded in prying a minimal opening in her armor, a scratch on her steel.

"Maybe I could give you to her," she said, "as a pet."

He inhaled audibly. The woman chuckled. She must be amused by her solution.

"Be at this address," she went on, giving it to him. "Don't be later than seven o'clock."

Beeps signaled the end of the phone call.

It was a large neo-classical building. He'd seen it before, he'd even been inside a few times. It had quite a good restaurant and sometimes there were wine-tasting sessions, followed by visits to one of the several clubs inside. The ones he'd been to were pretty classy, but others, he'd heard, were more like strip-joints and brothels, catering to all tastes and persuasions. He could see how Miss A's business might connect to the place; he could also imagine how her hobbies did.

The entrance hall was large and finished with sumptuous slabs of marble. He walked over to the reception, 'manned' by a beautiful blonde.

"I have an appointment with Miss A," he said. "Where can I find her?" The girl hesitated.

"Just a moment," she said, picking up the phone. "Who can I say?" He gave her his first name. After a few whispered words she turned back to him.

"You may walk to the end of that corridor over there and take the staircase up. Then you walk down another corridor until you reach the elevator. Just push 'up' and it will take you there." He thanked and turned to follow her directions, when she said:

"Ehm, but I'm afraid you can't go like that, sir." Puzzled he turned back.

"But you said... ," he began, lamely pointing to the advised corridor. She smiled.

"I mean, you can't go as you are, sir." He looked down his clothes. He did wear a jacket, but no tie.

"Uhm," he said helplessly. The smile of the girl got wider, almost embarrassing him.

"A tie?" he asked. She shook her head 'no.'

"Quite the opposite, I'm afraid," she said. He had the impression she chuckled. "Miss A likes her visitors to be as ehm, casual as possible."

He plucked at his jacket, raising his eyebrows. She nodded. He took it off, hesitating where to put it.

"At the wardrobe, sir," the blonde said, pointing out a counter at the other side of the hall. He walked over and handed his jacket to a redhead in a tight black uniform. She took his jacket, but didn't move to store it away. Instead she held out one hand, obviously waiting for more. When he didn't understand, her smile vanished.

"Your shirt, sir," she said, moving her fingers invitingly.

He turned around to look at the blonde. She stood smiling and nodding. There were two more people crossing the hall, a man and a woman.

"Oh, come on," he said, laughing incredulously. The girl handed him back his jacket.

"As you wish, sir," she said. "Have a nice evening." He stood with his jacket, not knowing what to do. Two women arrived at the counter to hand their coats to the redhead before walking to one of the corridors, one wearing a business suit, the other a flowery dress. What the fuck, he thought and followed them. A giant in uniform blocked his way.

"Sorry, sir," he rumbled. "I'm afraid you are not dressed properly.

"But I have an appointment," he objected. The man smiled patiently. They were all great at smiling, he thought.

"You can leave your clothes at the counter, sir. The girl will be happy to store them safely away for you until you leave."

He looked past the man into the corridor, then back to where he'd come from. It was obvious; he could only visit Miss A when he left his clothes at the wardrobe. He turned away, walking back to the exit. Standing outside he took a deep breath. He considered how far he'd come to end up where he was now – the courtyard, the mall, the cellar, his job. He knew it would all have been for nothing if he gave up. Besides, why would he give up over this? He'd done worse, hadn't he? He remembered the silly apron in the mall – the shop, the cash register, the street outside ... Was this worse? This was a private club; to the girls it would be daily fare. He'd strip and run to the elevator, trusting things would be more private upstairs.

Clenching his jaws, he went back in. He ignored the smiling blonde who looked up from her desk, and walked strait to the wardrobe – jacket in hand. After giving it to the redhead, he worked on the buttons of his shirt, pulling it from his pants. He kicked out his shoes before opening his belt and fly. He never looked around, afraid he might lose courage. Stepping out of his pants he became aware of a cool breeze caressing his bare legs. Bending, he pulled off his socks; then gave everything to the girl. She never moved, waiting and nodding with her enraging little smile.

He felt the heat rise as his fingers hooked into the band of his boxer shorts, pushing them down. He almost fell over when he pulled them off his feet. After throwing them on the counter he started to sprint away.

"Sir!" the girl called after him. "Your ticket, sir!" But he didn't stop. He kept running into the gloriously deserted corridor.

He'd never felt this exposed. As he ran he was aware of his penis and balls swinging freely. He just kept looking in front of him, watching out for the promised staircase. He took three steps at a time to reach the top as soon as possible. He passed two girls who looked at him, giggling. Then he reached the elevator, slamming the 'up' button. The waiting seemed endless. He didn't dare look back into the corridor, but he heard all kinds of giggles and chuckles – then again, they might be figments of his imagination. He let go of a big sigh when the doors opened to an empty elevator. Inside, mirrors reflected his naked body from every perspective. Mercifully, the doors closed at once.

When they opened again he stepped into a smaller hallway. It had only one door that stood open with an inch-wide crack. It was a big door, set in a high, arched entrance. The rest of the wall had similarly arched reliefs, creating fake windows overgrown with stone ivy. He knew this style. It was Jugendstil, the highly decorative style of the early nineteen hundreds. He thought of Gustav Klimt, the Viennese painter who was tightly connected to the style. "Von Sacher-Masoch," he murmured, one of his favorite writers, also from the period, and also from Vienna. Masochism was named after him. How appropriate ­to think of him at this entrance – and not at all accidentally.

He hesitated; then he raised his hand to knock on the wood panel. But before his knuckles landed the door opened wider.

"André!"

She was as naked as he, her darker skin sparkling with oil. Her black hair was a cascade of wavy curls. She smiled. He automatically mirrored it. Then she ran forward, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him open-mouthed. Her lithe frame curled against his in a full-body hug.

"Welcome," she gasped breathlessly when her mouth left his. "And thank you once more for what you did." She averted his eyes, blushing. He just stood, his arms dangling. After seconds of silence her enthusiasm turned into awkwardness.

"Please come in," she mumbled, stepping back. "Mistress awaits you." He stepped across the stone threshold onto a mosaic that covered the floor – an intricate pattern of curly, dark green creepers around big black and white tiles. They felt cool under his bare feet. As he looked around, taking in the vaulted ceiling and the elegant columns, the girl cleared her throat. He turned towards her.

"I'm afraid you can't stay upright, André," she said.

She was still at the entrance, rising to tiptoes to lift a leather ring with a chain leash from a peg in the wall. A dog collar, he saw, feeling familiar sensations course through his veins. The girl held the collar in both hands, nodding. He understood and sank to his knees. The leather was thick but soft from use; it sported big steel studs. Stretching his neck to receive the collar made him shiver. Her nimble fingers closed the buckle. She pulled at the leash to make him fall to his hands. He was on all fours now.

"Mistress told me to call you Brynn," she said, her mouth close to his ear. "That is quite an honor, you know." He didn't know what to think. To be precise, he didn't know how to think. A dog? He was a dog now?

"Come, Brynn, darling," the girl said, pulling the leash. He crawled across the tiles, his knees and hands feeling their slick coolness. When they arrived at a second door she made him stop.

"One more thing," she said, getting a harness-like contraption from a lovely chiseled cupboard.

"Sit still, please," she murmured as she knelt in front of him. The jewel on her left nipple danced in front of his eyes. Then he saw a complex set of leather straps holding a large, black ball. As the straps went over his skull, he understood. He opened his mouth. She smiled.

"Good doggie," she said, pushing the leather ball between his jaws. They ached when she pulled at the straps until everything was tight. She patted his head. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh; he guessed wagging his non-existent tail might be appropriate.

He crawled past the threshold into the next room, following the girl. It was a large room, highly vaulted and with tall bay windows at one side, a huge fireplace on the other. Rays of the parting sun slanted through the glass, painting brass knobs and polished wood with warm orange hues. Miss A walked in from the huge glass door that led to what might be a terrace. She wore a dark red kimono-like robe – silk he guessed. It was short and closed rather loosely.

"Ah," she said, clapping her hands. "You brought your new pet, Licia! You two make a great pair!"

He felt dizzy.

It was all so bizarre. He felt silly and yet shivered with anticipation. He was the pet of two women, dehumanized and voiceless. He saw Miss A walk over to him, crawling him behind his ear. He smelled her perfume.

"Did you already decide on a name, honey?" she asked. The girl went on her haunches next to him, wrapping both arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Brynn of course, Mistress," she said. It seemed to have meaning for them as they both chuckled.

"Great name, darling," Miss A exclaimed. "I hope he can live up to it." They both laughed out loud. He felt ridiculous and left out. He was a dog now. It was one step up from being a chair, he supposed. He preferred being the chair, though.

As if on clue, Miss A told the girl to sit on him. He froze as he felt her naked flesh slide over his bare skin until she sat astride him. She felt moist and slippery, maybe the oil, maybe the arousal of her pussy. My God, was she light. The heat of her thighs and ass sank into his body, rendering his joints liquid. Her fingers clawed into his hair. Then he felt her heels slamming into his sides.

"Walk, doggie," she said. He walked, putting his right hand forward, followed by his left knee; then his left hand and his right knee. The floor felt pleasantly cool, the girl was a feather. She guided him with her hands and knees around the room, her heels prodding impatiently. "Go, doggie, go!" Bare ass cheeks humped, her crotch slid over his spine. Both women laughed, and Miss A clapped her hands to the rhythm of his progress.

When they arrived at the open door, Licia urged him to go outside. The terrace was large. Half of it lay in the sun. There were potted trees, a hammock and a set of rattan chairs around a low table. She made him circle the terrace twice. Then she slid off of him. He felt the evening breeze cool the wet spot she left. He just stood, not knowing what to do. His jaws started to hurt more intensely from the ball. Suddenly all went black. A velvet hood slid over his eyes; he was blindfolded – standing on all fours he crouched in perfect darkness. Hands cupped his covered face.

"Now be my sweet doggie and wait," a soft voice whispered.

He waited in the evening sun, feeling its rays on his skin. He still waited when a cooler touch of shade replaced the sun's warm fingers. Then he waited some more as the fat red ball sank behind distant buildings. Not that he saw anything of that; he saw nothing, he could only hear. But hearing he did extremely well.

He heard the rustle of textiles, the plodding of naked feet and the screeching of moving furniture. Later on he heard the tingling of glasses and ice cubes. But above all he heard agitated whispers and fragments of conversation, laced with giggles and carefree laughter. He heard the wet sounds of kissing and licking; and finally there were gasps and moaning – the high-pitched climax of female lovemaking.

He stood and listened, slowly turning into a statue – a static receptacle of impressions. But inside his perfectly still frame a myriad of pent-up emotions boiled. All his life he had dreamt about being here, belonging to the secret inner circles of womanhood, listening in. By now his dream was close to becoming true, tantalizingly close. Being depraved of sight only enhanced the experience. Scents added to the sounds, building feverish images on the screen of his mind.

"Ah, look," Licia's voice said. "How touching – he drools!"

Slightly moving a hand he felt a slick puddle on the tiles; saliva must be seeping from his helplessly stretched mouth.

"Bad boy! Don't touch!" He heard bare feet running towards him, and the quick breathing of the girl. Suddenly vision returned to him as she removed the hood. Her shaven pussy was right in front of him; it glistened and the lips seemed slightly swollen. Her fingers clawed into his hair and shook him violently.

"Bad, bad boy," she said. Her face replaced her crotch as she sank to her haunches. She frowned, studying him with her chocolate eyes. Then she suddenly smiled.

"Shall I remove his muzzle, Mistress?" she asked, calling out to be heard.

"Whatever you want, honey." Miss A's voice came from the inside. "He's your pet, isn't he?"

Busy fingers loosened the straps. She tried to pry the ball out, encouraging him to open his mouth wider, but he couldn't. Pain shot through the hinges of his jaws as she put pressure on it. He cried out when at last the dripping gag slipped past his teeth.

"Ah, poor boy," she crooned, kissing his brow as she pulled him against her soft chest. She massaged the sore joints. "Is this better?" She stepped back, her eyebrows raised with expectation. He worked his tortured jaw and nodded. Then he hung his head.

"Why don't you reward him, honey? Make him lick your cunt," the voice suggested from inside. "Dogs love pussies!"

The bout of laughter was loud and gleeful. The girl chuckled too. She pressed her face into his, holding his ears.

"Now would you like that, doggie?" she asked. "Lick the sweet pussy of your little mistress?" Without waiting for an answer she turned around in front of him and went down on all fours. Looking over her shoulder she smiled.

"Let's do it doggie style, doggie," she said as she sunk on her elbows, jutting out her tight ass. Her swollen pussy hung like a plum between her thighs.

"Come, doggie, doggie, lick, lick, lick," she chanted, sinking even further until she rested on the side of her head, her chest and shoulders. Her fingers grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them. He came closer until his face was almost against her crotch. A pungent mixture of perfumed sweat and female come made his nostrils flare. "Lick me, Brynn," she coaxed, shoving her vagina backwards and into his face. "Make your little mistress happy." He heard the sound of heels approaching from behind. A hand rested on his bare ass cheek, rubbing in circles. He opened his mouth, bringing out his tongue. He shivered all over.

"He is so shy, honey cunt," Miss A's voice commented from right behind him. "Isn't that cute?" Suddenly a hand slapped his ass cheek hard, making his face bump into the girl. Licia giggled, gyrating her bare cunt lips over his tongue and nose. She started singing a vaguely familiar children's song. He started licking harder, his tongue dashing against her clitoris while his nose bumped into her anus. He groaned into the flesh when the invisible hand started raining slaps on his behind.

"Lick her, dog, lick her and make her come," Miss A told him over and over again.

The girl's singing voice became unsteady, breaking down in off key syllables as he licked on, now slipping a stiff tongue into her. She started fucking back until she came with a cry. The cunt lips squeezed around his tongue as the girl wildly humped his face. The slapping had stopped, but now a hand slipped between his legs, cupping his balls; then holding his penis.

"Limp, honey," Miss A informed. "It's amazing, but even licking your sweet little cunt doesn't arouse his gear. Isn't he just one ungrateful dog?" She slapped him again – hard. "Bad, bad doggie!"

The pain and the overload of emotions made him crumble to the tiled floor – exhausted by the relentless onslaught of slander and humiliation. It made him break down, sobbing so loud that he didn't hear the clucking of tongues or the chorus of mock compassion.

After leaving him on the terrace for maybe an hour, Licia came out, wearing a thin silvery shift. It streamed like liquid from her poking nipples to just below her crotch. She walked carefully on tall white whore-hooves, carrying two metal bowls.

"Mistress takes me out tonight, doggie, so I have to leave you alone. Here," she said, bending low to put the bowl in front of him. "Food for my darling Brynn to keep him strong." She kissed his brow, chuckled and turned to leave, swaying her tight bum.

The food smelled delicious; there was beef teriyaki, stir-fried vegetables and rice in one bowl, fresh water in the other. He wondered what was expected of him. He decided they might not want him to use his hands. He also supposed they wouldn't return before the wee hours or even early morning. So after emptying the bowls, he took a blanket from the hammock, wrapped it around him and went to sleep on the bare floor in a corner of the terrace.

He assumed they wouldn't want him to sleep elsewhere.

The new sun didn't wake him, as the terrace was to the west and south. But the twittering birds did. He stretched the stiffness out of his joints, shivering from the cold that rose from below. First thing he noticed was the weight around his neck and the cold metal chain dangling down from it. The second thing he felt was an almost hurting fullness of his bladder.

He crawled towards the large doors, finding them closed. Looking around he saw the big tree pots. He pondered if they might be the next best solution. Was a dog allowed to piss against a tree? He groaned, not so much at the thought, but at having it at all. He played the dog to please the girl and her mistress – that didn't make him one, did it? There was no reason to crawl around and act like a dog when they were not there – so why did he?

He rose to his feet.

Shifting his center of gravity must have affected his bladder as he felt a sudden increase in pressure. A squirt of urine streaked his inner thigh before splashing on the tiles. It seemed to lessen the urgency for a minute, only to return with a vengeance. He cupped his genitals with both hands, pushing them against his crotch. It helped for another minute. He danced around with tightly closed thighs, looking hard at the closed door and the emptiness behind. The pauses between attacks became shorter and shorter, and when another squirt escaped, he ran to the first tree, releasing the stream of piss even before he arrived. It caused a dark line straight up the side of the terracotta pot. He didn't care. Pent-up air rushed from his lungs as the hot yellow liquid blasted into the dry earth. God, oh God, how incredibly good it felt.

"Wow," he heard from behind. "I thought we bought us a house-broken puppy, you dirty, dirty creature."

The voice was Miss A's. The words hit a nerve deep enough to trigger guilt and a strain of shame he hadn't felt since childhood. It was the shame of having been found out, and the guilt of being a bad, bad little boy. He didn't look back. Sinking to his knees, he slid forward in his own spilt piss. He covered both ears not to hear the accusing voice. It meant he also didn't hear the quick tattoo of heels approaching. He wasn't prepared for the hard push that forced his head forward into the soaked soil.

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Please read other chapters first. Thank you!http://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/124721.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/125875.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/Leaflee/posts/127435.htmlAfter sleeping some, Master said it was time for my obedience training. My collar was tightened around my neck and I was given instructions to put on the sluttiest outfit in the closet.I fretted somewhat checking the variety of the wardrobe. What I deemed slutty may upset the Master. I quickly decided...

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Life Is a Soap OperaChapter 5

Gabriel walked out of the office humming a tune. He smiled at everyone, which was strange in New York. He caught a cab back to his apartment on the upper west side. When he walked through the door, he realised just how much he missed the city. Not that small town life was bad, but there was always an excitement about New York. Of course, in about six months he'd remember why he left, but for now, everything seemed to be going his way. Not only was he once again going to be gainfully...

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Like Father Like Son

Mom and dad divorced when I was still fairly young. I saw him every other weekend for a few months after that until he landed a new job out on the West coast. After that, I saw him once a year for a couple of weeks during the summer. Obviously we didn't spend a lot of time together, and because of that, we never were very close. Though I continued to get a card here and there from him on birthdays, or a parcel with presents in it around Christmas time, dad became for me nothing more than one...

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Kidnapped

KIDNAPPED Chapter One        Three o’clock in the morning, Northbound I-75’s virtually barren as Jodi drives back to Ohio from a Florida vacation.  Alone, having driven for a few hours, taken a half of a valium, she’s now somewhere in southern Georgia, feeling just a little groggy.  Dark, a misty drizzle patters across the windshield, just enough to occasionally flip the wipers on.  The white lane markers pass by in a rhythmic pattern, flashing under the headlights.  Leaning, reaching across...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 189

These are compliments of Mike Two chaps were discussing popular family trends on sex, marriage, and family values. Bill said, 'I didn't sleep with my wife before we got married, did you?' Larry replied, 'I'm not sure, what was her maiden name?' A little boy went up to his father and asked: 'Dad, where did my intelligence come from?' The father replied. 'Well, son, you must have got it from your mother, cause I still have mine.' A doctor examining a woman who had been...

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Claudias Partyabend

Die 18-jährige Claudia und ihr Freund Thomas sind seit einem Jahr zusammen. Erst lief alles prima aber jetzt haben sie öfters Streit. Für Claudia war Thomas der erste Mann , Thomas hingegen hatte schon etliche. Er hatte die schüchterne Claudia auf einer Party kennengelernt. Eigentlich war sie nicht sein Beuteschema aber er hatte was getrunken und sie angequatscht. Als er sie in einer Ecke nur knutschte und ihr einen intensiven Zungenkuss verpasste bekam sie einen Orgasmus und krallte sich an...

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BREAKDOWN

PART IHenry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Morning sunlight filtered into the room through the sheer curtains on the double doors. He glanced at them and blinked. The doors led to a balcony with stone balustrades, which overlooked a yard that made him think of a Roman villa.The house—Henry wouldn't call it a "mansion"—had been built by some idiot movie star in the Seventies. It was a cross between the Playboy mansion and Caesar's Palace, complete with cypress trees, a marble...

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A House DividedChapter 3

Can't you see that I'm lonely... Rescue me! Joanne's promise to keep in touch lasted a little over a week. She phoned three times the week after the Memorial Day weekend and then twice the following week, followed by a brief Sunday call in the next two weeks. She seemed to sink deeper into her job with each passing week and there was no hope she would be home on any weekend during June. The Fourth of July was a mid-week date and I wondered how Jo would mark that Holiday with her family. I...

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In moms room

"Fuck..." I moan softly, sliding two fingers out of my pussy. They glisten with my juices and are pruney, but I haven't been able to cum yet. Maybe I need something more I think, remembering the magic wand I had seen in Mom's room. I push myself off of my bed and stretch, before walking out of my room and down the hall to my bathroom. Washing the grool off of my hands, I examine my body in the mirror, first looking at my face, which people tell me is pretty, and my brown hair, which extends...

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v kanes just my luck part three

Just My Luck Part Three By Virginia Kane Standard caveat applies. Please do not post onto any other website without express written permission of the authoress. If reading explicit adult fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are not yet eighteen years of age, read no further and go do something innocent and constructive. 1. P.O.V. Mel. I woke up feeling very woozy. "What happened? Where - where am I?" Other voice, "You're okay, now. You're at a safe house. You were...

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Road trip

After 8hrs straight drive, B pulls into a motel and sorts out a room for the night. Sorting her bag and toiletries, she runs the shower. Within minutes the bathroom is filled with steam and the sound of running water. Stripping off, B gets into the shower loving the hot water on her bare skin. Within minutes the door to the room opens and she hears 2 male voices. Yelling "Get out!" Quickly, B reaches for a towel and heads out the shower to see what's going on. "Front desk said this room was...

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Weekend with my brothers

When I woke Friday morning I was all alone in the "man cave", Bill and Charlie must of gone to work, my parents and sisters had left early for my grandparents and I had know idea where Doug was until I heard the water running.I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, the door was ajar, I peeked through the crack. Doug was in the shower with his back to me,his body was lathered with soap and he was washing his hair. His back was dark from a ton of freckles in contrast to his butt which was...

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Black Puma Cats ClawChapter 2 A Ton of Bricks

Over the next few days, the two women grew closer. You must understand, everyone needs hope, everyone needs sympathetic acceptance by another human being of who they are. We all yearn for those brief moments of tender compassion, those exchanges with a person who isn’t looking for what they can take from you. There is this need, to be able to tell another person our deepest secrets, our desires, and expectations. We want to give someone an unvarnished version of ourselves and to hear them say...

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Maa ka balidan 4

Hi this is lady fucker again with the next part of the maa ka balidan. Main aap sab se mafi chahta hun ki is part ko bhejne me samay laga.Aapne meri pichali kahani padhi aur use saraha is liye dhanywad. Aapne padha ki ek maa apni beti ke liye apne samdhi se chudwati hai aur fir sahukar se chudwaya. Fir sahukar ki bhukhi biwi ko uske pati ne choda.Ye kahani mere dost ki maa jisko maine chodte hue suni. Aage ki kahani usiki jabani.Ab har roj mera bap sahukar ki biwi ko chodne laga. Wo bhi roj do...

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Girlfriend Makes ThreeChapter 2

That first night's experience between Sam, Sharon, and Ann had been amazing. Later, as they were lying in bed, Sharon couldn't resist asking Sam about it. She was wondering a lot of things after she'd just finished her first threesome with her own husband and her best girlfriend, and Sharon just came right out and asked Sam how it had been having sex with Ann for the first time. Sam had done everything with Ann that he'd done with Sharon. He'd eaten her pussy, he'd fucked her, kissed...

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Elsie Mickey Marci and Howard Sequel to Marci and Mickey

"Why?" I said. "I'm over her. I have no need to be around her. She's got her man. I've got my woman. What on earth could be the reasoning behind wanting to socialize with them?" "I still feel weird about this whole thing, Mick. You gave so much. You need to feel good about that at some point. I get nervous or concerned or something when I see you go pensive on me, and you do that a lot, Mick. "I don't know if socializing with them, especially her, will help in that respect; but...

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The InLaws Chapter 2

Liz (Wife) Barbra (Mother In-Law) Ken (Father In-Law) And me Todd.So after a nice little relaxing nap and a shower for us all, we all made our way outside to our little closed in awning. The bug net was down and the breeze was nice and cool. We sat down on our lounge chairs talking and having a few adult drinks. After like our third drink my mother in-law spoke up "I think it is time for some special needs to be taken care of it has been years sense I have had them taken care of" looking right...

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Debut

Debutante Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I spent several hours getting ready for my debut, and once I got ready I did not hesitate, and walked out of my room. I just stood there a moment gathering my nerve before I walked down the few stairs and exposed myself to my mom. I wore a straight black skirt that was just above my knees with a red blouse and black heels. My hair was pulled into a ponytail and my makeup was muted and tasteful. She turned and saw me as I stopped on...

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Swallowed Adria Rae Marley Brinx Team Up

This is every man’s dream. Two dynamite girls who both want your dick so badly that they’re willing to share and do whatever it takes to get your attention. Adria Rae and Marley Brinx team up to make that fantasy come true. Watch them bend over to have their perfect little assholes licked and team up to give a sloppy wet bj. Their mouths put in serious work as they suck dick, lick balls, and make out in between. Sloppy fun continues as they both take turns giggling while eating ass, these two...

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My sext tenent

Hi friends, girls & sexy aunties mai aap sub se parechay kara do i am sunny 24 yrs. Aur mere ek kiraydaar hai jiska naam sheela hai uske age 26 yrs. Hai wo bahut he sundar aur sexy hai uska figure bahut he achcha hai aur bahut he sexy hai uske family mai wo uska husband sur ek chote se baby hai . Ab mai aap ko anpe story sunata hoo 1 saal pehle ke baat hai jab mai 23 yrs. Ka tha mai sheela ko jab bhi dekhta tha mera land khara hoo jata tha aur uske bare mai sochta rehta tha mai mai uske sath...

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Whats gotten into Carry

‘Shit, Carry!’ I shouted. I must admit, when things get good, I have this habit of cussing. Like when Carry sucked on my dick harder than ever before. Carry’s always been great at giving head, but holy shit! Something else had gotten into her. Something wild. Carry was my girlfriend of two years. We met our sophomore year in college and immediately hit it off. Things had been great, in fact I’d been thinking that after we graduate, I’d ask her to marry me. Carry’s sweet, smart, and sexy....

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BurningAngel Joanna Angel Romi Rain Romi and Joanna Fuck Prince

Romi Rain and I got invited to Prince Yahshua’s for a private show, but he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself. He described his recent heartbreak, and thought two hot goth strippers would make him happy. We’re very eager to satisfy and he paid us for the whole hour, so we asked if there was anything ELSE we could do, after using half the time to do ALL his chores because we’re sweet and have an excellent work ethic. Prince wasn’t getting the hint, so Romi and I let...

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Evening Light Ch 04

I adore your feedback as always. I am trying to get this out as fast as possible. Please enjoy *** Part 4 The next week passed very quietly. Grace kept her promise to Miss Em and had dinner with them every night. She and Lucas were very careful around each other. Miss Em kept looking from one to the other in exasperation at their overly formal manner. Grace wouldn’t have minded so much about the situation but those green eyes did something to her. The curve of his lips made her want to run...

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A Second Chance Chapter 47

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With Hot Lady From Gym 8211 Part 2

Hello ISS Readers! Please read the first part of this story to get to know about hot lady Santha. Contact me at for chat or fling. My services come with no strings attached. Feel free to contact me. Let’s go into the story. Santha and I had many sexual encounters after our first time in the gym. Sometimes I stayed in her home and fucked her day and night. Santha was working as a deputy manager in an MNC company. She has to go Goa to attend a conference for two days. She and her manager planned...

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Busted Axle RoadChapter 117

Freda, the city clerk, wasn't very happy about having to fill in for the city manager, and she had tried to put off what she could until the new one arrived, hopefully in the next month. Still there was business to take care of, and sometimes it couldn't be put off. Since Kutzley had left, back at the end of November, Jack Musgrave had been dealing with most of the items to be done with the sewer system, and she let him have all of the mail unopened that looked like it might have something...

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Chubby Tales part 2

*** It had been over a week since my encounter with Paul. It wasn't that I was avoiding him, it was just that my chemistry class had been giving me a lot of trouble. I was quite good in science in high school but I quickly found out that this is college and things weren't going to come to me as easily. One day while sitting at my desk I heard a knock at my door. I reluctantly answered it. I was shocked to see Paul standing there with this look of lust on his face. All I could say was...

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Gang of FiveChapter 23

The next day after school, Sarah drove herself and Jess to a fast food place where they sat and talked. This time, Jess was far from speechless. "Sarah, I don't need to go through what you did. I don't care if I'm not like Cinderella. I don't care if I don't date a lot of different guys. Remember, you caught more grief than I did just because you look so young." "Yeah, you've never had that problem," Sarah acknowledged. "OK, Jess, what do you want to happen? What do you want to...

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Lightning in a BottleChapter 43 Something To Talk About

August 21, 1983 Beams of morning sunlight shone in a dazzling fashion around the periphery of the window shades. I awoke with a start, momentarily confused at my surroundings. Then, I remembered where I was, and what had transpired last night. I became aware of who was lying next to me in the bed, and my heart leaped with joy. I turned to look at her. Inez was facing me, her face a mere inches from mine, still fast asleep. I savored the close-up view of that peaceful, angelic face for a few...

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Child MagusChapter 22

Milena woke me up for school with breakfast in bed. I almost knocked the tray out of her hands when I reached for her in the morning light. Breakfast was like dinner, lots of food and very good. She ate bits off my plate and brought me seconds. After the plate was cleared the second time, I had to stop her from running off to get thirds. I didn't know how much she had cooked but I was very full anyway. I thanked her profusely with tender kisses but noticed the time and had to hurry to get...

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Lauras Story an Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 140

Bernice and Randi certainly knew how to take the pain of losing Trina away. Laura was actually satiated for several days after her bouts with these two. I must be getting old, she thought. I used to be able to fuck for days without noticing it, except with Karen, when it hurt afterward. But I can remember making love to four different girls in the same week. I must've come over fifty times. Now just fifteen or twenty make me smile and glow for days. She was still smiling and glowing when...

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PureTaboo Dillion Harper Open House

SCENE opens on Karen, a 20-year-old real estate assistant, as she puts a tray of cookies into the oven. She is preparing one of her new properties for an open house today and wants everything to be perfect. While the cookies bake, she walks through the downstairs to make sure everything is in order: straightening pillows, spraying air freshener, placing a bouquet of flowers on the table, and stacking her house flyers neatly by the door. You can tell the young woman is nervous, it’s her...

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The fantasy neighbour Part 1

I live in a very family friendly building in a condo. I am 16, currently in university studying Music. I am an average built and for some reason I am pretty successful with girls. I have dated many girls and a few from where I live. The building I live in has six floors and I live in the fifth one opposite to some quite beautiful women. The condo opposite to mine was inhabited by my ex and her family. My ex was pretty beautiful but her mother was the hottest women I had lusted for. She was slim...

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Some real hot fun pt 1

One night my girlfriend and I were really bored and wanted to find something to do. We had smoked some really good bud and were totally stoned and went driving around. I was 24 yrs old and she was 22 yrs old. She had dark hair, brown eyesand was a bbw. Her breasts were quite large and she had big brown nipples which were quite suckable. She didn't shaveher pussy because I like a bush and her dark pubic hair couldn't totally cover her dark meaty pussy lips. (Just letting you know so it makes the...

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Hot Sexy Horny

After awhile, the loud music and the press of so many bodies drives her to seek a place where she can sit down for a minute and collect herself. She walks down the hallway, looking for the exit to the porch. As she passes by what she thinks is an empty doorway, I reach out and grab her arm. She turns back, startled and wary, to see me, the one with the green eyes and the burning glance. All of her blood rushes to her face, and she opens her mouth to say something, but then she closes it. She...

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Yes I stole Cerebro

Chase Donovan was a mutant. He was 18 years old when he became aware of his abilities. Chase was what is refered to as a "telepath". This was an ability of the mind and it started as merely being able to hear thoughts. This was a very cool experience for him and he used the ability to eves drop and eventually cheat his way though college. During his junior year, at the age of 21, he became aware that there was more to his power than he realized. Not only could he hear thoughts, but he could...

Mind Control
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GirlsWay Alexis Fawx Kylie Page The Art of Older Women Part Two

Kylie Page, aka Bonnie, has put up with enough of her lying and cheating husband. She’s so fed up that this time it’s the last straw, she’s caught him cheating on her too many times to just sit by and take it anymore. But before trying to get payback she’s thinking of divorce. Clean the adulterous fucker out for all he’s worth. She calls up Alexis Fawx, a highly rated divorce lawyer with a certain expertise with revenge for young innocent victims of adultery....

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Elizabeth Grey The Lady is Waiting

Elizabeth Grey - The Lady is Waiting By Carmenica Diaz Part 01: No matter what it takes? The bus driver was arguing with an old lady in the front seat and I tried to make myself small, to hide while they yelled at each other in a language I had never heard before. How did the world change so much so quickly? It was almost like it changed while I wasn't watching. Here we were in the year George Orwell warned us...

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Looking After My Sisters Chapter Five

ADAM My beautiful, inexperienced little sister Cassie had just given me one of the best orgasms of my life. She gave an amazing blowjob and did not even know it. She deep-throated like a pro. Who’d have thought it? I was in shock. All I knew was it was hot. As I laid there on the sofa with her naked little body curled into my own, I marveled at how the last two days had gone. How had it come to pass that I had given and received mind-blowing orgasms from my two younger sisters? Incredible. When...

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Calculating NemesisChapter 8 Epilogue

Lily had not taken all her clothes with her when I made her leave, and her wardrobe was just as she left it. Her expression was wonderful to see as she ran her hands over the dresses and suits. One dress and one suit she picked out throwing them angrily on the floor. "Those go in the rubbish." I had wanted to throw them away, but could never bring myself to open Lily's wardrobe. It would be like opening the box of sorrows. She replaced her cosmetics in the bathroom, although remarking as...

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Sam and Amy Vegas BabyChapter 20

Sam and Chuck hid in an extra bedroom and watched from a slightly cracked door as Tracy came in the house from the garage. Entirely naked and crying, she walked through the house and disappeared in her bedroom. A few minutes later, they heard the shower start. Sam tiptoed to her bedroom door and listened. Even over the streaming water, she could hear Tracy crying. Tracy stood in the shower until the hot water turned cold and forced her out. Sam backed away from the bedroom door as she came...

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The Twilight Harem

I felt him stop the moment I closed my eyes. I kept them closed to wait until the pain subsided. “Open your eyes,” I heard him whisper. I opened them and was met with two startling green eyes for a moment. Time seemed to stop there. I saw nothing but his eyes at the moment. My senses had seemingly disappeared. I couldn’t feel the pain, nor could I even feel him on me. For one simple moment, all I saw were those beautiful, loving eyes. And then it all came back. The pain had returned to...

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Pathi Permission Se Chuthayi

Hello all iss readers.Thanks to all those who read my last stories and those who mailed me.Aap loko ko malum hai ki muje sardar lok bahuth pasand hai.Wo sab meri pathi army me dhe thab ki bath hai.Fir wo muscat me kam karne gaya udhar fi meme sardar ko doond nikala aur unse chuthuwayi. Ab meri pathi muscat se wapas ghar aagaye.Unka age 60 hogaye aur kuch beemari fi hai.Meri age 47lambayi 5ft 7 inch moti hum.Mem 38 ki bra aur 42 ki panty pahanthi hum.Savle rang lambi bal aur moti lips fi hai.Mem...

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Uncle Gaston And NieceChapter 2

Antoine Poirier was delighted with the way Uncle Gaston had taken to his Madeleine from the very beginning, immediately accepting her and making her feel as one of the family. He was worried for fear that it would not go that way at all. Madeleine not being of the select social class from which his benefactor had insisted he choose a wife when that time came; in fact, hers could hardly be called even the lower middle class, her father being nothing more than a fisherman. It hadn't been an...

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Twinks can turn on you

I was in one of the little towns not far from my college, I had just checked into the hotel room and was heading to the burger joint to get some food. As I sat there enjoying my meal, I noticed a young man watching me intently from across the dining room. As I finished my meal, I went to the trash and disposed of my trash, exiting the building I was startled to find the young man standing at the trunk of my car. 'Can I help you,' I asked, he smiled at me and asked 'would you like some...

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Gesucht Eine Sexsklavin

Antonio und Thorsten durchstreiften seit Tagen alle Luxushotels Hamburgs auf der Suche nach einem Opfer. Victor hatte zwar immer ganz besondere Wünsche gehabt, aber diesmal war sein Begehren schon ziemlich ausgefallen. Ein mexikanischer Zuhälter namens Miguel kam in den nächsten Tagen mit seiner Familie für einige Wochen zu Besuch und verlangte zu diesem Anlass nach einer willigen Sexsklavin. Davon hatte Victor weiß Gott genug im Angebot, aber der Mann wollte keine simple hergelaufene...

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75 year old mother in law

I caller at the mother in laws last night I fancied a fuck, gets to her flat all the lights were on so I open the door with my key, Went into the living room, I could hear something in the bedroom, that got me thinking I know she was on a dating site, I bet the slag got a man in there might get a threesome so I open the door & here’s this bloke about thirty with his cock up her, He was really fucking her, then she looked at me & put her hands on his shoulders & said stop he did & looked round...

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Girls Just Want to Have FunChapter 15

Riley comes out of the bedroom and down the stairs wearing a tight black top that shows off her ample breasts very nicely. As Justin looks her up and down, he smiles at seeing the jean mini skirt that hugs her ass and a pair of four inch high heels. Today is her birthday and he is taking her out for dinner with a special gift. The gift is in the form of her very sexy Tasali co-worker, Lumi. She is tall for a Tasali with green hair that stretches down past her shoulders and an amazing pair of...

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Sailing in Thailand

Apart from being pleasant these regular outings had the added advantage of allowing me to indulge in an activity I would otherwise not have been able to practice: nudism. I have always been a nudist but - Thai people being rather prudish in public - there are no nudist beaches in Thailand. At least there were none at the time. When on my boat I would always strip naked as soon as I was out of sight from the shore. One day, a Thai friend of mine asked if he could some time join me for a...

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JacquelineChapter 3 Jackies story

Jackie lay close alongside Mark relaxing after another enjoyable fuck. She had been there for a week and in general she was happy to be with her new family, apart from Roland who always seemed grumpy and never had a kind word for her. He wanted her there to keep Mark happy but he wanted her out of the way before she became too involved and jeopardised Mark's chances of marriage with Laura. Luckily it was usually only at meal times that she came into contact with him. For most of the day he...

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My Neighbour Anu Aunty Who I Fucked During Semester Holidays

Hi, friends this is Vijay who is from Tamil Nadu(Chennai).I am 20 years old and I have completed my B.Sc degree in a reputed college in Chennai.Coming to the incident I had a huge desire on my neighbor aunty her name was anu (40)she was short slim and dusky color and had a considerable size of tits and ass.She was married and had a boy who was studying 5th standard.I will often visit her home during my childhood days and I am so close to her as she had seen me from the day I was born. She also...

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PalimpsestChapter 46 Thanksgiving Morning

"Did you get any sleep at all?" smiled Marta when Margie woke her and Joe up early Thanksgiving morning, around sunrise, excited by her poem. "I nodded off a couple hours," answered Margie. Joe chuckled, propped his head on a large pillow and guided Marta to rest her head on his shoulder. "Go ahead Little One." Margie explained the inspiration, telling them of her conversation with Joe's mom and her dad and how she sought further conversation and when not found decided to write her...

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