Nandita To Nandini
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One of the marketing types said, “David. By allowing us to use footage of you learning here, our registrations jumped dramatically for a few years, but now we see some slowdown. Your footage has gotten old and dated. Now that you are eighteen, we have a much broader range of options for marketing. For one thing, we don’t have to worry about the speed and aggressiveness limitations imposed on us when training minors. Another is what we use the video we take.”
“Oh, cut the pretty talk, Margarite,” the owner said. “David, our main customer base now is adults in their late-twenties to early-forties. Most are affluent white males from some agency tied to law enforcement or bodyguard services. That has been a good staple, but we can do better. Even to me, you are a walking god, David. You drive like your cars are driven around the tracks by computer-controlled AI. When you came here initially, you were skinny with very little in your shorts. Now you are ripped and well endowed, which is hard to miss even in the fire suit. We want to use that with footage from your friends you sent up here in the past. We already have a few images of you, with all of them from your birthday party. You pose for pictures around the building and tracks, by the cars, and then see if you can beat your best friend’s records. I would say that it should be easy, but you also sent your friend Molly up here. She holds most of the records, currently.”
The marketing woman went a bit pale as she asked, “You didn’t bring her along with you, did you?”
“Nope. She is at home building a school and houses on some land I found I owned,” I told her. “Though, you might want to text her to see if she finished doing her thing to the images of her, my other friend, and me. I expect that she will get a bit creative with how everyone gets presented in the photos. She is a young woman and has sisters. Plus, I think Camden was still looking a bit fat after having triplets in the spring.”
“No worries about that. Molly already did that. Where do you think we got the birthday pictures?” a man asked. “We have multiple versions to use, depending on the target audience. When you speak to her, can you thank her for having some that tones you down to make the women focus more on one of the teenaged girls in the party? She also did some magic stitching to have all of you in the safety suits standing together.”
I spent the morning posing with various groups of instructors, management, owner, and such until lunch. After helping clean out their cafeteria of leftovers, they sent me out to the track.
“We have put cameras in all the cars now, even those at the kid tracks, but they are unobtrusive,” the owner told me. “Since we knew you were on the way, we reconfigured the tracks to match what your friends drove to do their final exams. We have some wheeled bricks for you to get used to the courses.”
An instructor added, “Or you can show everyone how bad we are by kicking butt in the land yachts.”
Sounds like a good time to me.
The cars they gave me to choose from weren’t that bad, comparatively. Each was heavy but had decent horsepower. One of the minivans did feel like driving a brick with a sail on top to make it keep trying to fall over on its side. My times weren’t bad, given the courses I drove weren’t designed for a track, much less any actual form of high-speed or high-performance driving.
The same instructor was there when I got out of the last car and said, “David, I was joking about kicking our butts. You are already in the top twenties for lap times using those cars. I didn’t think anyone could push those cars that hard.”
When I beat Molly’s times only using luxury cars and a limo, I told them, “Probably best I don’t run that in any of the exotics. You taught me too well, and my reflexes are so fast that I am doing minor corrections before even thinking about them. I’ve done a lot of martial arts training since I was last here, so that helped too.”
They agreed.
The owner had on the plan to put the tracks how they had been when I was here originally. Tomorrow I would run those in the same makes and models of the cars I had used previously.
I got a call to ask permission for April to sleep with two playmates and their nanny. Yuki sent me a message to agree to the request. She provided two bodyguards watching all three of the kids, and April was having such a good time that she didn’t want to cause problems when April ran out of gas.
Ellen came running into the room about an hour later, “I have these cute boys that are going around the park with me. April has two friends going around with her too. Tee and Dee also each have a boy and girl with them too. The security people watching over us said that these were kids that got paid to have fun and be friends to lonely kids that can’t have any real friends because of where they live. It would be dangerous. They said if I wanted, we could also share beds and rooms. None of us want to have sex with each other, at least not until we get older. We already saw each other naked because we didn’t wear suits to the waterpark area and were all soaked, so we had to change. The security people with us told us to use a big family bathroom, so we did. Their ding-dongs are little, and they don’t have any hair on them, or their balls like Bart does. The girls have some hair down on the side and bumps on their chest like me. They have their pink pussy hole covered still. Bart wanted to know why I didn’t have one. He said that I didn’t have to talk about it if it was because of yucky touching or someone forcing sex on me. They couldn’t believe it when I let Dee push in three fingers after she spat on them, all the way. I told them how my father had me work things in me to have them hidden if I needed them, then how that was where I used to keep my pocketknife. So, can I sleep with them? Please?”
I hugged and her before I said, “Honey, thank you for asking me. I know that you are safe with those new friends, even if they are boys. Be a kid with other kids. You missed out on that all your life. If something happens, I know that you can handle yourself. I doubt anyone evil will try to do anything to you or April anyway.”
“Thank you, daddy!” she told me before rushing off to be with her companions.
She was back a few minutes later with Wally and two girls. The three were only in robes.
Ellen looked down at the floor before finally saying, “I’m sorry, Wally. You are my guest, and I forgot about you.”
He hugged her and said, “I told you it is ok, Ellen. I was in the back of our group to ride the waterslides. I got overwhelmed when it was my turn and sort of shut down. These two girls are like me, and also David’s friends. When I finally could ride the waterslide down, everyone was gone, so the three of us went off on our own. I forgot all about everyone else after that, too. If you hadn’t asked where I was when you remembered me, I wouldn’t have remembered I was with anyone else but these two. I promise that I am ok, and the girls and I can touch their skin and mine, without any of us feeling like ants are biting us there. Go back to Tee, Dee, and your new friends. The girls and I will go back to their room to get back in the tub with the bubbles. The girls like them as much as you.”
Both the girls blushed, really blushed. That is different.
With the kids all settled, I was about to lock the door for the night. I had yet another visitor.
“David,” Yuki said from outside the door. “I got rid of all the kids so I could have you for myself. I need what you can give me, and no one else can.”
I forgot the silky feel of Yuki’s skin, her naturally erotic scent, how her nipples crinkled up so tightly to make them so hard you couldn’t bite through them. We went late into the night before she told me to cum inside her so she could get some rest. I did, and we did. In the morning, I was getting kissed and licked all over by a group of nude girls.
What a way to wake up? The room filled with the smell of horny, wet pussy, and naked girls are all I see around me, and this isn’t the harem.
Yuki came into the room, drying her luxurious hair with a towel, and told the girls, “Use it or lose it, girls. You get five minutes each to pop your cherries and get yourself off with his dick. He has places people are expecting him to be this morning.”
“David,” Yuki told me. “Don’t even start. Grab the nearest pussy. Have a muff and a smile. These girls are ready to move from boys to men, as are their bodies. They love sex too much that no man would believe they were virgins getting their cherries popped.”
If you say so. I haven’t had a pussy buffet in a while. The harems weren’t much interested in that the last few times.
“Girls, before you get any big ideas about what you think you can do, I will warn you that you will not get me to cum unless I choose to do so. No matter how tight your pussies are, it won’t happen,” I told them.
One with an attitude asked, “Why do you think you are so special? You have a dick. It is made to get the job done as fast as possible so it can do it again in another pussy to spread the man’s seed.”
“Because I have two harems that have more girls and women in them than where you live. I’ve fucked more pussy than you will ever fuck dicks, and I will always be ahead of you by a long shot,” I told her as I grabbed her. “Now shut up and show me if you kiss better than you know how to screw.”
I hope she sucks dick better than she kisses. If not, she is going to have one sore pussy and asshole.
Yuki leaned in to tell me, “It is a defense mechanism, David. She has used that sharp mouth to keep her ass and pussy virgin. She will go last. The girls have no idea she hasn’t been sucking dick and having her other two holes plugged by the boys their parents bring to the brothel as if it is a daycare for horny kids. She has talked big for a while, but I brought her to you to have her first-ever lover be the best one I know in the world. Today is her chance to see if she wants to start her new life on her back or find a different way to provide for herself. Just for the record, she is sixteen, even if she looks twelve. That, too, was to her benefit versus being a hindrance.”
Time for some fun.
I let the girls work the sausage into their casing, but they found that the meat wasn’t ground as finely as they thought. Each got going well, and then I made them cum so hard they sort of slowly slumped to the side, letting my dick pop out. I was left with “Mouth” when I came back from the bathroom.
She started saying things, but I used her thighs as earmuffs. I ate and slowly used my fingers to begin stretching her cherry. It didn’t take a lot of work to have it where my dick wouldn’t cause her cherry to create the expected pain.
The girl was already off in Pleasure Land when I lined up, slid in a few inches, and started trying to plug that leak in her dam.
I wore her pussy out. Once I heard her hissing in pain the last time she came, I let my dick pop out and jammed it into her asshole. I fucked her there until I was ready to cum. She got a pearl necklace. After I washed us both in the shower, she got a load in her mouth and then another in her no-longer-sore pussy. I even used the ice from the ice bucket to make her pussy not show any signs of being fucked, much less her tight asshole. I rubbed lotion all over her, and we dressed.
I walked her back to where Yuki had the other girls getting ready to be babysitters. Ok, companions, for a group of single fathers dumping their daughters to go to the park while their dad went to performance driving school.
“So, did you get him to cum in you after all?” one girl asked.
Another asked me, “So is her pussy better than mine?”
I told the later questioner, “How would I know? I mean, you were all naked, and pussy looks like pussy to me. I’ve seen more than a gynecologist. No pets are allowed, so I hope we are talking about the same thing. If not, sorry. I was just bringing her back, smelling all nice and girly. Did you know she can’t shut up sometimes?”
I heard Yuki laughing as the girls tried to figure out what had just happened. They all screwed me, but I didn’t say a thing about it.
When I arrived at the adult performance driving school, I saw some magazine photographers taking pictures of men in Speedos and women in as small a suit as they could get away with publishing in a non-porn magazine. The cars all had the performance driving school logo and website address somewhere in the photo. The models were the main focus.
The owner came out and said, “Just in time, David. We let these photographers come out to take these photographs to print in calendars sold to support things like cancer research, blood disorders, mental health awareness, and similar areas that need all the help they can get. It would be great if you would be willing to pose. You have the body for it.”
“Oh, yes, he does! Where have you been, handsome? Come on, why don’t we get you into something skimpy.” A guy said as he was herding me toward a wardrobe trailer.
When we got near one guy in a Speedo, I told the one taking me to the trailer, “No getting me in one of those. Not going to happen.”
“Sugar, you don’t need to worry about your size. We can make anything look amazing,” he told me.
Inside the trailer, I dropped my pants and said, “I don’t think seven inches of limp dick are going to fit in a Speedo.”
“Oh!” was his response. “No, no, no. That would never do.”
I was in a version of biking shorts that didn’t make it blatant that my dick was stuffed down one leg of my shorts, but it sure wasn’t hidden either. I was oiled up, put in a tank top, and did a round of pictures. They got my shirt off for another set. Then they had some of the women in tiny bikinis posing with me to give some scale to my size compared to them. It was a lot of fun.
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As the bus pulled up to Dee's house, Dee gave her friend a hug and wished her good luck. Dee got off the bus and it continued on the route. Just a few minutes later, the bus stopped in front of Brandi's house. She got off the bus and went into the house. Since her parents weren't home, she went up to her room. Since her parents wouldn't be home for awhile, Brandi decided that she would do her homework, but she would do it naked. Shucking off her clothes, Brandi sat down at her desk,...
“Finally I found you Amanda. I thought we were going to meet at the end of the school day and instead you just ditch me. Do you mind telling me why” Jenny said, the hurt clearly sounding in her voice. Amanda stopped and turned as her friend caught up to her on the street. They were a few blocks from school although not on the route they normally took home. Amanda looked at the sky but if she was hoping for divine intervention to whisk her away or at least inspire her tongue on what to...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
John Stefanovitch was helping Norma with the shopping, which, for the most part consisted in carrying the bags. There were some things that were bugging him, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask. Finally, he gave in to the urge. “Norma, Mrs. Tandy has been in some kind of accident, hasn’t she?” A wide smile split Norma’s face, and her head tilted to one side. “Does she look like someone who has not been in an accident?” She remained silent for a while, then said: “It was a car crash.” “Her...
John Stefanovitch was helping Norma with the shopping, which, for the most part consisted in carrying the bags. There were some things that were bugging him, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask. Finally, he gave in to the urge. “Norma, Mrs. Tandy has been in some kind of accident, hasn’t she?” A wide smile split Norma’s face, and her head tilted to one side. “Does she look like someone who has not been in an accident?” She remained silent for a while, then said: “It was a car crash.” “Her...
FetishThis is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Hi guys, this is Aryan from Bangalore, this is my first story on ISS. So readers and writers are requested to suggest me to enhance my writing skills in further stories. Coming to me, I am an average guy, age 23, height 5.4ft working in a mnc as a software developer in Bangalore and I am the best in massaging and on bed, at least once a week ill have sex with any one of my friends, colleagues or aunties for sex I am an expert in powder body massaging, if anyone in Bangalore interested in trying...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
Bikinis and Hot Dogs --------------- A guy and his hot dog cart, a girl in a bikini... The plot of the story is much like "Groundhog Day" with Bill Murray. But obviously with a TG twist. --------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was Monday afternoon on a sunny summer day in San Diego. As usual, Andy was pushing his hot dog cart along the boardwalk, plying his...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
In a recent news story, the teen diva drew SPCA's ire for including pooches in asking price of family home. Britney Spears is in the doghouse because she's selling her dogs. In Britain, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals has blasted the pop star after hearing that she's selling her old house in the States, three dogs included. She's selling the family place in Kentwood, Louisiana, to move, with her parents, into a vast new estate five miles away. I don't know if...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversSo, what sorts of powers did I get with the federal stuff that kicked in when I turned eighteen? “I don’t know who you are yet, Mr. Jones, but I have no choice but to trust you. I ask for the same in return,” the cop told me. “Deal,” I replied. “Your partner is a twitchy ass.” The guy smiled and said, “Unofficially, on that, we agree. He shit in his pants when you plucked out the barbs like they were mosquitos. Officially, I’m not about to even try to piss off someone that moves as quickly...
There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...