Cruel Delilah
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My wife and I used to have a very adventurous sex life. We attended swinger parties, did erotic photography and videos, included other partners and made all manner of other wild lifestyle choices. As we've gotten older and our lives have become more full, that adventurous nature has slowly faded away. I won't bother you with too much detail, but I should give a bit of context. Thirteen years ago, I married my beautiful 18 year old fiance. I was 29 at the time and very well established in a...
My wife and I used to have a very adventurous sex life. We attended swinger parties, did erotic photography and videos, included other partners and made all manner of other wild lifestyle choices. As we've gotten older and our lives have become more full, that adventurous nature has slowly faded away. I won't bother you with too much detail, but I should give a bit of context. Thirteen years ago, I married my beautiful 18 year old fiance. I was 29 at the time and very well established in a...
This is just a little quickie that I came up with for my own amusement, but I hope that you enjoy. Sam's Son and Delilah By Morpheus Sometimes things happen, things that make you take a second look at the world around you and suddenly wonder if maybe you're not seeing the whole picture. That maybe there are other things going on that you just never notice. Strangely enough, it was my own son who brought me to this thought. My name is Sam Keller, and I am a fairly...
Hello dear ISS readers, This is Dev again with the continuation of my previous story “Foreplay with Delilah”. To know about me and the ‘Delilah’ please go through the link and read the story. Start this story only after completing the “foreplay with delilah”. After that experience things were pretty normal, we used to hangout in the evening regularly. Both of us used to chat for hours daily and use to share every possible shit on this earth. Her relationship was also going well with her bf...
"Lila?" Delilah froze. She knew it was him, she'd recognize his voice anywhere. It sent shivers down her spine. It had to be done. She had to face him sooner or later, after all it had been well over a month. She shakily spun round, her stilettos screeching on the tiled floor. He hadn't changed at all. His dark hair was pushed back exposing his murky blue eyes, his rosy lips spread into a gentle smile. Delilah turned away and began walking back toward the exit, determined to walk away this...
Straight SexThey lay together in the bed of their cheap hotel room, the glow from the neon sign outside their window the only illumination. He watched her dozing, the heady satisfaction of satiated lust clear on her face. The window was behind her so her skin shone with the light filtering in through the window and there appeared to be a halo of red light around her. Fitting, he thought, since she was his vice, the she-devil on his shoulder whispering to his mind of carnal desires. He knew he shouldn't...
Cheating‘Lila?’ Delilah froze. She knew it was him, she’d recognize his voice anywhere. It sent shivers down her spine. It had to be done. She had to face him sooner or later, after all it had been well over a month. She shakily spun round, her stilettos screeching on the tiled floor. He hadn’t changed at all. His dark hair was pushed back exposing his murky blue eyes, his rosy lips spread into a gentle smile. Delilah turned away and began walking back toward the exit, determined to walk away this...
This story has taken me forty years to tell and I only finally relate it now in the firm conviction that nobody will believe a single word of it. In many respects that doesn’t concern me. I have other motives than those of persuading the reader of the veracity of my tale. I write it more to exorcise a ghost that has haunted me for most of my adult life and will doubtless continue to do so for the rest of my days. It is a story, the memory of which, has been my constant companion these past...
My senior year in highschool..I had been 18 for about a month. I was so excited, this was my year to rule the school. I wore a sexy skirt and tight top on my first day. I left my long dark hair down, falling almost to my waist. The day went great untill my last period class. Calculus!! Sooo boring. I was passing notes, and generally cutting up, when my teacher Mr. Denton said, "Delilah, bring that note up here right now!" My face blushed fiery red. The note was about him. I refused to bring it...
SpankingOctober 19, 1991, Chicago, Illinois “I don’t know if I can take this anymore,” Jessica sighed. She’d finished Volume 2, the one labeled ‘Jennifer’, the previous night. “Becky?” I asked. “That was just the capstone on a series of horrible things. I don’t think any of you did a single thing right in that entire volume! Not you. Not Bethany. Not Jennifer. Not Melanie. Not your sister. Not Becky. It was just a train wreck from start to finish!” “I’m not sure I’d be so hard on Bethany at this...
My senior year in highschool..I had been 18 for about a month. I was so excited, this was my year to rule the school. I wore a sexy skirt and tight top on my first day. I left my long dark hair down, falling almost to my waist. The day went great untill my last period class. Calculus!! Sooo boring. I was passing notes, and generally cutting up, when my teacher Mr. Denton said, ‘Delilah, bring that note up here right now!’ My face blushed fiery red. The note was about him. I refused to bring it...
The skipper of my boat was a man of few words it seemed for he maintained a taciturn silence as we sailed away from the island. I didn’t mind the lack of communication. I huddled miserably in the stern of the fishing boat, lost in my own thoughts and hardly in a mood to talk. My tear blurred eyes were fixed upon the dwindling view of the island as we left it far astern. Soon it was nothing but a pinprick on the horizon and shortly afterwards I lost it in the afternoon haze. It felt as if...
I was not acquainted with Greg Masterson, either at a personal level or through my business dealings as a slaver, but I knew of his activities as a very successful entrepreneur who had built an international business as a supplier of parts and subassemblies to the various automobile companies around the world. He had been a pioneer in the development of the new GPS guided smart cars that could now be seen on most big city streets. These were the ones that could be given a destination and...
One day (I suppose it must have been after I’d spent about two months on the island) I was down along the shoreline collecting driftwood. On these occasions I always kept my eye open for anything else that might be of any use and this day I had a real find. Washed up against some rocks a few yards off the beach was a large plastic garbage bin. An old discarded garbage bin might not seem anything to get excited about but it was as good as treasure from King Solomon’s mines as far as I was...
When I awoke the next morning I was alone. I rose up from my bed amidst the ruins of the villa and peered around cautiously. There was no sign of her. Carefully I tip-toed out from the ruins and conducted a quick scan of the surroundings. The little olive grove was quite deserted other than the small creatures with which I shared the island. These seemed busy at this early hour. There was a little dark grey bird singing from the scrub at the edge of the olive grove. It had a musical voice I...
{p}Prologue Jeremiah James Taylor, AKA Jeremy Smythe, AKA Eric Bolen, AKA who the hell else ... was demobilised in 1946 as a Captain, but he’d never led a company of troops. He’d been spotted early in his enlistment, commissioned and transferred to SOE, where he trained Resistance fighters and, sometimes, carried out targeted, specific assassinations. He was unusual, however, in two respects. One, was a conscience which caused him great distress when the death of a target resulted in reprisals...
Prologue Missus Sally Smallbridge – Missus! – parked the elderly motorcycle-sidecar combination and locked her helmet in the ‘boot’ of the ‘chair’. A year after marrying the man (me) who she preferred to think of as ‘Master’, I had persuaded (ordered) her to learn to drive and manage a motorcycle. In my turn, I’d learned to use the assorted instruments of destruction my great-uncle had left. Sally had, eventually, got me to ‘order’ her to teach me to shoot, and to use a selection of...
The door opened as I led Lisette up to it. Sally stood there, gloriously, beautifully, nude, except for her collar, wedding and engagement rings. “Darling, this is our guest, Lisette Connors. Lisette, my wife, Sally.” Sally stepped back. “Come in, come in!” I stepped aside to let Lisette go first and hesitated. “I’ll get the luggage from the car,” I said, and as Sally led our guest upstairs, I extracted the cases and dumped them in the hall, shut the door, and put the car away. It was...
“Hello, Jerry – how’s things?” “Pretty good, on the whole, Jonny. Good to hear your voice.” “You might change your mind about that in a moment. The Police made some arrests. Despite the seriousness of the charges, the clown of a judge granted bail. It was high, but in view of the profits of the business, hardly difficult for the accused to find. We’re trying to keep tabs on the underlings, some of whom evaded arrest. But that’s not all. Your guest.” “Lisette? She’s been quiet. Seems to...
When I made it to the kitchen, they were both there, both in pinafore aprons over their nude bodies. L ... Enid ... had her back to me, the marks of the whip vivid. I thought there was some swelling, too. “Good morning?” Yes, there was a question in my mind as well as my voice. They both turned to face me. Sally mimed a kiss before saying, “Good morning, Master Jerry.” Enid, though, took a couple of steps toward me and fell to her knees, head down and wrists crossed in front of...
I suppose we got to bed about five in the morning. I woke about two in the afternoon. I suppose I might have woken naturally about then, but there were other factors. In no particular order, a familiar scent of woman, blended with that of coffee, the hard nipple of a firm breast brushed across my mouth, and some very intense sucking on my – very hard – cock. The breast was withdrawn. “Master...” Sally’s sweet voice, quiet, welcome. “I have coffee.” My first utterance was something like,...
We settled back into a new routine, and Jakub seemed to be responding to our English Immersion regime. Yelka, in particular, seemed to be taking an interest in his training and was working on self-defence. I was, I suppose, a little concerned, but from what I could see her attitude was more parental than anything else. The girls scampered round the grounds with him, playing tag, or hide ‘n’ seek. I continued with the air-pistol training, and supervised as the girls practised with the...
I suppose I thought the kids (as I thought of them) would be embarrassed. If they were, it didn’t show. Of course I didn’t stare at them – I was busy watching the house anyway – but it seemed to me that they just got on with what they needed. If anyone was embarrassed, it was me, especially when it was my turn. The tent could open both ends, and we’d made a small hole in the ground behind and to the side, so that we could dispose of our ... organic waste ... safely and easily. Wet wipes were...
Unsurprisingly, Junior woke us at his usual time, about six o’clock. Before Junior, we’d have had a slow (or perhaps fast) session together which left us satisfied for the present. Having Junior wasn’t a big problem, but it did mean deferring that satisfaction for a while. Watching Sally feed him, well, that prepared both of us. Of course, there was no certainty he’d let us have our time. As it happened, Sally had just finished changing him when there was a knock on the door. “Come!” Our...
What’s that quote? Supposed to be from George Orwell. “Good people sleep easily in their beds because rough men stand ready to do violence to those who would hurt them?” I’d heard the quote or variations on it – apparently there’s no evidence that George Orwell actually said it – but there’s more than a little truth in it. At some point, I began to realise I’d left the realm of ‘ordinary’ ‘good’ people and had entered that of ‘rough men’. I also came to realise that many of the ‘rough men’...
In the kitchen, Sally began to prepare breakfast while I set up the coffee-maker. I anticipated the need for an extra carafe of the elixir or life, in view of the number of our guests. Of course, my efforts were not just altruistic. I wanted several mugs, myself. It was much earlier than I usually get out of bed. As a result, when the first faces appeared at the kitchen door, there was a carafe of coffee, almost full, and a large pot of tea waiting for them, and another dripping through....
Jonny and four companions returned to Woodside Lodge at seven-thirty. Jonny was rather pale, and they were all quiet. Sally was helped in serving by Yelka, but there was an empty seat next to her sister, who was next to me. Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roast and boiled potatoes, carrots, cabbage, gravy. Yelka took the empty seat, and Sally her customary place on her knees next to me. What can I say? I cannot imagine a better cook than Sally – it was all excellent. I did justice to mine,...
Jody always knew how to make a buck. Not only that he usually knew how to let YOU make it for him. He knew angles that none of us ever thought of and after he came up with an idea, we would all sit around discussing them. After we had all had our say on how to make this one work he would take parts of each suggestion and form it into a working solution. Somehow it always worked! It was the summer we all turned 15 that he came up with his most brilliant scheme. He had spent part of the summer...
Monday morning, I called Andrea Greene at her office and left a message. She returned the call around noon. “Yes, Carl, how can I help you? Is everything still on track with the closing?” I should have known her first thought was to our current deal. “It should be. I talked to John Steiner last week and he indicated the closing was the end of this week. I’m calling you about something totally different.” “All right, what’s on your mind?” she asked. “Do you get involved with commercial real...
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Hey all… Myself Raj back with yet another new experience and yeah this time something new. Drop your comments @ Firstly wanna thank all the true/fake/despo/ladies and other profiles or people who dropped comments showed interest and then create negative environment. Sorry guys,girls & ladies. These are my true experiences and I would not like any of my sentiments hurted. Appreciate you behave properly. Anyways back to fun… Out of all mails received I got a mail from a Muslim couple from...
Delilah had been friends with the two lesbian girls for some time, and they had both tried to get her to join them, but she simply wasn't interested. Her boyfriend was always around when she was as well. Delilah was gorgeous, young and innocent looking blonde just like Sarah and Jessica, but she was a little taller, and thinner. I arrived the following day, Monday after work. I was ready to take the girls out to the farm again so they could enjoy a good fuck from the Stallions. Jeremy was...
Black Man’s White Pussyboy Story from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog. I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom, furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped to rent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time to some maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at...
Black Man's White PussyboyStory from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog.I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at...
Black Man's White PussyboyStory from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog.I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at...
Black Man's White Pussyboy Story from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog. I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked...
Story from the perspective of a white pussyboy who gets fucked and dominated by a couple of nigger bucks. He also meets another pussyboy but ends up getting fucked by everyone. Good dialog.I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had...
I let Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had filled out just a minute earlier. From the datelisted as his birth date, he was 22 years old, three years younger than I.I watched him, explaining about the living room area and kitchen, as...
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I tried to sleep, and I nodded off for a few hours, but it didn’t stick. I was tossing and turning. I was hot, and my various joints and muscles were aching me more than usual, or perhaps I was just more conscious of it than I usually am. In any case, I was tossing and turning. I was conscious, too, that this might be hurting Kelly’s quality of sleep. After an hour or so, I was wide awake, nervous, in pain, and feeling like a nuisance. I got up and went back to the downstairs bar. While we...
All good things come to an end and the six-week Reduced Operations Period at HMS Chelmsford ended on 15th January 1974. The Wrens and Leading Recruits were very busy as that day approached. The Depot needed to be de-winterised and preparations made for the return of the Ship’s Company, the other Recruits, and the Wrens from their leave. Even Petty Officer White sobered up for the last week to oversee things. Knocker was wary around Leading Recruit Jones and the other lads and ran things...
Mom Gets Angry With Pussyboy SonStory about a pussyboy son who is turned into a sissy cockwhore by his mother.At 31 years of age, I shouldn’t be planning on moving back in with my mother, but I was recently divorced, my ex-wife kicked me out and I had to go down on bended knees to my mom for a roof over my head.It was with mixed feeling that I went back through the front door of my old home and my mom. Mom is 61 but still looks great and of course I wouldn’t want her to know it, but she turns...
I've always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning "Daddy" as I slide in and out of his tight hole.I'm 6'-2", solid muscle and proud of it. Little fag bitches go weak when they see how big my arms are and picture how hard I could fuck them. When I finally get them on their knees and my hard 9" thick cock is in front of their...
Black Knight Takes White Pawn Pussyboy Story from the perspective of a white teen pussyboy who becomes the sex slave of a couple niggers who use him for gang bangs and fuck films.I first met Arnim, my future nigger buck master, when we both worked for a well-known department store in London: in the packing and returns department at the rear of the building. Mr. Potter, the person in charge of the department, was a hard man to please. He was ex-army and arrived for work each morning dressed in a...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: March 1, 2010) Chapter 24 - Holliday Surprise Wednesday morning had me dreading school again. I couldn't believe that the day before I had been excited to go to school as Megan. Now, I was considering dressing up as Brett again....
I led Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had filled out just a minute earlier. From the datelisted as his birth date, he was 22 years old, three years younger than I.I watched him, explaining about the living room area and kitchen, as...
I led Jay into the apartment. He was looking for a one bedroom,furnished place and had called about my ad in the newspaper. I hoped torent this place quickly, then I would be full and could devote my time tosome maintenance and repairs rather than showing places. I looked at therental application he had filled out just a minute earlier. From the datelisted as his birth date, he was 22 years old, three years younger than I.I watched him, explaining about the living room area and kitchen, as...
Chapter 1: Doomsday in Metropolis It was just a normal Tuesday in downtown Metropolis. Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, and Diana Prince were in the middle of ordering coffee at the local superhero themed diner to enjoy civilian life for once. “I’ll take mine black” Bruce said to the waitress that was dressed as Wonderwoman. “Typical, let me guess you’ll have the toast extra dark too.” The real Wonderwoman said in jest at the brooding billionaire. Clark smirked, though they had faced down gods together...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: January 4, 2010) Chapter 16 - Holliday Dinner Dad, acting as our agent instead of my dad (I hoped), had made us reservations at an upscale restaurant. I also found out that pulling a limo up to the door was not exactly the best...
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California… Anaheim… Disneyland And suddenly, the loudspeakers all over the park announced, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Dayton Hillbilly Marching Band from Dayton Ridge, Texas.’ A momentary hush fell over the crowds, until from beyond the Matterhorn came the sound of drums and then the sound of horns, cymbals and washboards as the band played ‘The Horse’ and marched to their position directly in front of Cinderella’s Castle. The people all gathered as the drum majors silently...
Pichle parts mein aapne padha, ki Daya ko bukhaar ho gaya. Aur hospital mein usko doctor Karan ne choda. Udhar Daya ka pati Jethalal nurse Shweta ke sath rangraliya mana raha tha. Ab wapas chalte hai Daya ki taraf. Karan se chudne ke baad Daya ki chut shaant ho gayi thi, aur woh aaram se so gayi thi. 12 baj chuke the, aur Daya so rahi thi. Woh ek taraf karwat leke soyi hui thi. Tabhi ek hath Daya ke boobs par aaya, aur uske boobs dabane laga. Fir woh hath uski shirt ke andar gaya, aur uske...
Pichli mein aapne padha, ki kaise Jethalal aur Madhavi ne train ke luggage compartment mein maze se chudai kari. Ab thoda peeche chalte hai flashback mein. Sab log gaadiyon mein baith kar station ke liye nikalne waale the. Daya ne aaj yellow saree pehni thi, uske sath blouse bhi yellow hi tha. Uska blouse deep-cut tha, to uski mastani cleavage dikh rahi thi. Cleavage mein uska latakta hua mangalsutra dekh kar to kisi ka bhi mann dol sakta tha. Jab Jethalal client se milne chala gaya, to...
mein aapne padha tha, ki kaise Jethalal ne Sonu ki paison ka laalach deke choda tha. Ab thoda flashback mein chalte hai. Jab Jethalal Sonu ko window mein se dekh kar uske peeche jata hai. To woh room ka darwaza band karna bhool jata hai. Jethalal ke room se jaane ke baad Daya akeli hoti hai. Woh is baat se anjaan thi, ki Jethalal room ka darwaza khula chhodh gaya tha. Aur woh befikar hoke bathroom mein nahane chali jati hai. Koi 10-minute baad Iyer Jethalal se koi baat karne ke liye uske...
Baat hai Gokuldham society ki. Ek din Bapuji jaldi subah uth ke bathroom ki or jaate hai. Waha unhe darwaja khula dekha aur andar paani chaalu tha. Bapuji: Are yeh paani kisne chaalu kiya? Jarur Jethiya bhul gaya hoga, hmm akal vagar no dhandhiyo. Lekin woh jaise hi darwaje ka paas gaye to unhone Daya ko nanga dekha aur turant waha se chale gaye. Yeh sab Daya ko nahi pata tha. Fir jaise hi Daya bahar nikli to Bapuji andar naahne gaye. Aur unhone Daya ki panty aur bra dekha to unka lund khada...
Music wafted through the warm spring air like ribbons of sound, reaching my ears in jumps and starts as I went to answer the phone. ‘…Don’t open ’till doomsday, destruction’s not far away…’ It was the Misfits, playing through my crappy two dollar speakers at the other end of the house. When I reached the phone it had already rung six times. I was really hoping whoever it was would give up, I hate phone conversations. Of course, I had no such luck. ‘Hello?’ I asked, in that...
Mom forces Me To Take CockIf you don't already know, I'm a pathetic 31-year-old pussyboy son who is regularly dominated by his whore mother. Today she stood towering over me. I was on my knees in front of her, my nose pressed against hard against her skirt, in-line with her pussy. It is very prominent pussy with big, fleshy fat pussy lips and a large swollen clit and I love the fact that her pubic hair is now so sparse and thin that it looks like a shaved pussy. I am a slave to her magnificent...
Lucky Bitch (pussyboy doggy slut)Story about a sissy pussyboy who becomes a dog bitch.Some mornings the smell of cum is so thick in the kennel that it could knock me on my ass--if I wasn't already on all fours with a fat dogcock jerking and spurting inside me. On a good day I'll take on a half dozen or more mutts. On a very good day, my owner, Ed, comes by to watch me get dog fucked.I'm used to being watched. Ed pimps me out every chance he gets. I've taken on the chief of police (a mean...