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Senator Rachel Feldman watched as a nude flight attendant strutted past her. Her eyes lingered on the contours of the woman’s ass, the way her buttocks ballooned out of her G-string thong. The flight attendant’s naked back was a ribbon of silk, left bare by her blonde hair which was twisted in a bun. Except for a white scarf around her neck, there was nothing to hide her perfect C-cup breasts. Oh, those pink nipples, those tender, warm bosoms. Rachel smiled to herself as she remembered the feel...
LesbianSt Paddy's School for the Scandal – The Head Girl does her Oral ExaminationFirst – this is a naughty schoolgirl bondage fantasy for adults – it is not intended to imply any u******e or other practices!! Think St Trinians! In the wilds of the countryside there exists a School. It has large lush grounds, playing fields and woods. The main school building is probably Victorian in era. One can never be quite certain about these things, but it is a large gray stone building with fake Gothic arches...
My name is Brenda, but everyone calls me Bren. One of my favorite pastimes, with the exception of being with Cliff (secretly my toy boy) is talking to my next door neighbor Janice over the garden wall. Of course any scandal is one of the most common things we talk about and there is usually plenty of that in our street. You’d be surprised at just what I know, thanks to Janice who is a real nosy bird But for once Janice was not talking about Emily up the road who has two guys keeping her to...
“Yes Nina,” I nod across the multitude of voices, microphones and cameras thrust in my direction.The final question section at the end of any Oval Office briefing were always a law unto themselves. Imagine a wild pack of animals clambering for the merest scrap of food and you will have a pretty good picture as every journalist and broadcaster fought to get their question aired.“Doesn’t this latest scandal point to an Administration embroiled in turmoil and disarray?” Came the question from the...
Office SexA midnight sex scandal in the tourist travel bus! This secret is known by only a few people and now you guys will be stroking your cock as I, your sexy Simraan, will unfold the events for your pleasure! My husband and I were invited to a family function held in a neighbourly state. We didn’t get a reservation on the express train, so we booked a tourist travel bus service which turned out to be quite an adventure for me. We boarded the luxury bus in the afternoon and because of my tight...
Introduction: The true account of what had been deleted from actress Jeri Ryans divorce papers. She has sex in a swingers club. Check online to read her account if you like, this story reads betweens the lines. When Senator Jack Ryan lost the election in 2004 much of the blame fell on their divorce papers in which his then wife actress Jeri Ryan disclosed a bunch of their personal information. Specifically she claims that she was taken to sex clubs by her husband who wanted to have sex while...
Editor's Note: nb. Thanks to AllyDryke for providing the 3D rendering for the title that takes place in this thread: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Ian-returns-to-work-and-Zoe-gets-another-eyeful.510019 Editor’s Note: Join this story's discord community here: https://discord.gg/hE6cj7H This story is now quite old years old and has grown fantastically to an incredible size. Readers encountering it for the first time might find the following short guide useful in orienting themselves around all the...
It was early March. I was in my senior year of high school, sitting in a chair in a Chapters bookstore and reading a Neil Gaiman book when I had the peculiar feeling of eyes gazing all over my bare legs and big breasts that peeked out of my tight halter top. Depending on my mood, sometimes I like to be watched. When I looked up, I was caught off guard by a tall raven-haired beauty staring at me. She wore a pale blue sundress with a plunging neckline and skirt that stopped short above her...
There is a saying, “You reap what you sow” or “One eats the fruit they planted.” Once there was an emperor who was very fond of this saying. He was a brave and romantic emperor. He spoilt his favourite consorts. Among his favourite consort, there was one that he liked the most. He was infatuated with her. He could not get enough of her body. She was responsive and just knew how to please him. She had an angelic voice that could make his cock stood erect instantaneously. It was an enchanting...
IncestDan bumped his head a couple of dozen times against the wall in the bedroom he'd been in with Ellen. The act looked funny given he was naked and sober, but so were the rest of us. He'd dropped the newspaper that repeated the story in a British tabloid about me carrying around pornographic and lewd pictures that had been sexted to me or taken by me on my cell phone. I took his head pounding as an indication that my publicist hadn't the slightest idea how to cope with this sudden release of...
Looking for nude celeb leaks at ScandalPlanet? Most people with a functioning libido have at some point in their life developed a celebrity crush for a certain actor/actress, diva, pop-star, fashion model and so on. Most of the world would love to see some A-list celebrities naked or getting fucked, and the paparazzi have been trying to get evidence of that for literally decades now. But with the introduction of the internet and better technology in general, it’s become easier and easier to...
The FappeningAllure Une By Kachakali Read some captions over on my site: http://nevermoreuniversity.blogspot.mx/ See an anime drawing of this story as well: http://fantasyspiroscaptions.blogspot.mx/ I've heard rumors from the local folk that there was this haunted forest nearby that contained a special flowery nectar. Many adventurers have had mixed luck in obtaining the golden nectar, so why cant I? A little investigation and spying goes a long way. Being a somewhat famous thief and the fact...
RealIndianSexScandals! Traditions in India are very forthcoming regarding sexual relations. However, that doesn’t mean the kinkiness of the hot exotic girls is contained. Real Indian Sex Scandals brings you leaked sex tapes featuring hot Indian girls practicing Kama Sutra and getting naughty with their boyfriends. Granted, some of the girls don’t reside in India, but they are Indian nonetheless. If the thought of spying on Indian girls fooling around naked, undressing, taking a shower and of...
Premium Indian Porn SitesWe talked every night, willing away the time until the Friday. Ann decided that she would come round in her own car. "Then I can drive straight to work on Monday." I waited knowing that there would be a cheeky comment to follow. "Besides I may have trouble walking by then." "I have no idea what you mean." I gave her an opportunity for another witty reply. "Oh yes you do. If you spend as much time between my legs as I hope you will, they will be stuck in the open position. I may...
She seemed to be a petite young thing, maybe 25 years old. From my first glance I could only see her top which looked like it had a fairly open neckline which got my attention but it was too busy to see much more. I got my coffee and paper and spotted an empty table in the corner of the shop, perfect for viewing the whole place. I hurried over and sat down, quickly adjusting the paper so I could peer over the top without being noticed. The young lady with the book was sitting sideways to me...
My second year here and I just got off winter break. Because of a winter snowstorm our break had been extended but after a week extra off of school the roads have become safe to drive and I can’t wait as I have a date with a girl from my school that I have had a crush on since about halfway through the first semester. Her name was Caroline Johnson. Very small and trim figure with long brown hair that extends partially over her right eye giving her an erotic look, and on top of that one of...
After a semester of minimal sleep, never, and I mean never, going to bed alone , the school year was drawing to a close. My five charges, young European girls were completing their studies and were all poised for graduation and unleashing on an unsuspecting world. All but Petra. She was due at my apartment in five minutes. I wasn’t worried that she wouldn't pass, in fact, like her four classmates, I was certain that she would fly through this with ease. She was a highly intelligent girl, of...
HardcoreOona and I stood, face to face, her arms around my neck, her naked breasts pressing against my chest, her panty clad hips grinding against my steel hard manhood. I cupped the cheeks of her ass as she kissed me, worming her tongue into my mouth. Between kisses she whispered, “Fuck me Professor!.....Fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back. I walked slowly toward the bed and let her down gently. Her peach colored panties were soaked as were my trousers....
First TimeI awoke to an empty bed, not surprised but ever so slightly disappointed. Olga had gone, leaving behind rumpled sheets, a whiff of Chanel No. 5, a little sweat, her sex on the sheets, and a note: Sorry Professor, My mistress called and I have to go. Thank you for a most wonderful evening. Your reputation is well deserved. Olga I smiled as I headed for the shower, rather proud of myself for being able to keep up with such a young, exuberant, and imaginative lover. As I ran the water, I looked...
SeductionLike most of us, I get a lot of junk mail. It’s usually pretty easy to spot, so I don’t even give it the courtesy of opening it. I just file it in the waste basket. But this piece was different. It said it was from the Ministry of the Interior of one of those tiny ethnic states that emerged from the wreckage of the former Soviet Union. It was addressed to Professor William Kearns, which I assumed was me, even though I’m not a professor. I’m not even a teacher, at least, not any more. You see,...
Hardcore[*This is my REAL life story,accidentally had sex with my own step-aunty.She was 44, while I was 30 when it happened.I will try to write it as detail as I could in english].-------------------------------------I have used to stay in uncle's house everytime I visit this city,for vacation, friends appointment, or any other activities.This is his second marriage with his new wife, so I called her my step aunty.Lately, Uncle had been busy having business meetings abroad,usually takes up to 3 or 4...
"Damn! You my sweet bitch, ain't you? You sure know how to lick some good pussy, girl."Megan raised her head from between Kathy's black thighs. She didn't make eye contact, just starred off into space, detached. A stray black pube was glued to her cheek and the musty stench of Kathy's muff filled her nostrils and mouth.Kathy stroked her blonde hair as she stared into her ice blue eyes. "You still missin' them football players, snowflake? Ha! Damn! They must've fucked you good. Why don't you...
I began the CD and heard Al's words. Angie, by now you know that I have left, but I didn't leave you for what you did. I left because of what I did. I caused you so much pain over the last few years. I brought you disgrace, and despair and pain in abundance. I know that now but it took so long for me to realize it. I am so sorry for doing that to you. I held out telling the Feds what they wanted to hear from some perverted sense of loyalty to people that didn't care about me. They only...
Thus it was that I stood here now, with the rain falling and my best friend finally gone. I wiped my tears and tried to pull myself back to a gray damp world without Mary. I waved at the attendants and shouted a thank you as I walked toward my family. As always, life goes on. Mary had left everything to me as she said and the will was probated without contest. I was able to take care of all of her obligations and Jennifer, Angie and I continued to live and work in the place we had come to...
Al was just pouring the coffee as I walked into the kitchen. He finished pouring and looked up. "Wow! You look wonderful! I can't remember when you looked better than you do now. It has to have been years ago. You are still one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen." "Please, sir. Flattery will get you everywhere. But I appreciate it since I have been working very hard to look this good." Al and I talked for a good hour about nothing in particular and everything in general. We...
As Amanda Link sorted through the stack of pictures, Stern watched her face closely. He figured maybe she would get embarrassed, or even a little turned on, but she just leafed through them calmly, giving each one a quick glance — no reaction at all. "Sorry they're so graphic," he offered. She put them back into the envelope, and put the envelope in her purse. "That's quite all right. They're excellent pictures." "They left the curtains open, can you believe that? Anyone walking by...
Stern picked the print out of the finishing solution with a pair of plastic tongs and hung it on the line to dry with the others. This one was his favorite: Amanda Westphal on her hands and knees with her head between the maid's legs, her huge, perfectly symmetric breasts hanging down like ripe cantaloupes. Photography was a serious hobby of his: he spent more money than he could afford on darkroom equipment and chemicals, making up the difference by avoiding unnecessary expenses like new...
When business was slow, which was all the time, Stern spent one day a week moving furniture to keep himself solvent, and today had been that day. The work was backbreaking, but the money was good. Going by his tax return, one would have to assume that he was a furniture mover by trade who dabbled in investigative work. Today had been particularly exhausting, but at least the work had kept his mind occupied. Now, as he parked the van and dragged himself towards the dry cleaners, he was...
"Two people are here to see you, sir." William F. Link was sprawled on his office couch, watching a videotape of the speech he had delivered earlier that day to the California Orange Growers Association. He looked at his watch in annoyance. "It's after eleven o'clock. Who is it?" "One of them says she's your daughter, sir." The aide kept his voice carefully neutral. Link sat up and stopped the tape, cutting himself off in the middle of a well-received tirade against the evil...
100% fiction! While the Hollywood spies are snooping into the private lives of the Glitterati, some spies are being snooped on themselves. Artist-turned-private spy chief, , who heads a Los Angeles security network and intelligence communications firm, recently announced he was selling his collection of paintings and photographs, (his own work), and would donate the proceeds to the art security unit of his company. He was photographed recently taking in the southern California sun clad in a...
She MalesMy name is Claire Foster and I want to tell you my story, scandalous woman story. First off, I am 55 years old and have been married for thirty years. I grew up in the UK but have lived in the states since college. I am not a model but I am not ugly either. I work hard to stay in shape for my husband. We had gone to Las Vegas for a vacation and were having a great time. We had gone to this club and were drinking and dancing. My husband had met this black man, TJ, a younger very good looking...
‘Allure’ chronicles a true story. No names are used to avoid any possibility of identifying the participants and causing hurt where no hurt has been intended. The story unfolds simply, but the complexity builds beyond the moments enjoyed. What the future brings come as uncertain as each moment the man and the woman enjoyed. A slice of life cannot be altered, cannot be reduced to body parts, for the parts become merely a means to an end–if an end can ever occur. A Journey Properly Begun He...
I spied into Lily's bedroom from her slightly opened door. It was dark outside but the little girl was bathed in light from a small lamp on her bedside table. Lily's back faced me as she lied on the carpet. She silently read a book. Other old books lied on the carpet near her. They had titles like Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, and Othello. Her little hands and little fingers delicately pressed against the edge of a page just before she flicked it over and began reading the next page. Her...
"The boy next door always looks at me," Lily said. I froze, confused. "Who... me?" "No, not you, silly. The other boy." "What other boy?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs. "I'll show you." In the living room downstairs, I stood near a large window looking outside to the house next door. "Look at the window at the top," Lily said. I poked my head out and had a look. Unlike my house, Lily's other next-door neighbours had a brick house. It was two-stories high...
When I woke up at six in the morning on Tuesday—the next day—I saw Eddie standing near my bed. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "You forgot to lock your window. I climbed that tree in Lily's house." Eddie saw Lily on my bed and pointed to her. "What's she doing here?" "She's sleeping over at our house. She was supposed to sleep down there." I pointed to the red mattress near the base of my bed. "I came here to get the porno," said Eddie. "Remember you told me you'd give...
Ella and I walked to the lockers from our chemistry class. The locker rooms were so crowded during lunch that it took about a whole minute for me to move ten metres from one end of the room to the opposite end. Someone's body odor forced me to hold my breath while I plowed through the crowd. Ella followed me to my locker. She had news for me. "Keith, could you do me a favour? If any of my friends ask you where I'll be this lunch, tell 'em I sneaked out with the guys." "Where are you...
After school Nancy rang me and told me to come over to her house. When I arrived I noticed she looked very worried. She stood at the front door with me, about to leave. "I'm going to the police to report Ella missing. My boyfriend's a policeman." Nancy started biting her bottom lip. "Where could Ella be?" "I'm sure they'll find her. Don't worry." "You're such a good boy, Keith. What would I do without you?" I smiled, proud of myself. "You said you wanted me to help Lily...
That night I sat on my bed. It was midnight but I wasn't asleep. Nor did I even attempt to sleep. I felt like destroying something. My right hand made a fist and pressed hard against the pillow. I was too afraid to strike the wall in anger, as this would only hurt my knuckles. But knocking a few holes in the wall would satisfy me. Mum and Dad never physically or sexually abused me when I was young, but that doesn't mean they were good parents. Up to the age of sixteen, I was never allowed...
It was Wednesday lunchtime. I lied down by myself on a patch of grass on the soccer oval. School today was boring and I couldn't wait to get home. Today had been a disaster. Since I stayed up so late last night I woke up half an hour late this morning. I managed to catch the bus only because I skipped breakfast. Throughout class I was hungry and tired, but I managed to pull through. As I sat on the grass a girl about my age walked by and looked at me for a while, about four seconds. I hate...
It was Thursday. When the bell rang to signal the beginning of lunch, I walked out from my algebra class and, instead of walking to my locker to deposit my books, I went straight to the canteen so I could be early in line to get some food. When I arrived at the canteen in the school hall I was shocked because the queue was about twenty meters long! It snaked around the hall for a while and then went outside the hall. I couldn't believe it. As I walked to the back of the line I heard someone...
Nancy opened the front door after I knocked three times. She seemed surprised to see me. "Is Lily here?" I asked. "No, she isn't." She scratched her head. "Actually, I was wondering where she was myself. Do you know where she is?" "I don't know." I paused for a minute, wondering what to say. "Well, if you see Lily around," said Nancy, "tell her to come home straight away." "I'll do that," I said. I walked out from Nancy's front yard with a strange feeling. When she was...
I lied on my bed and looked out the bedroom window, watching the street as the day started its slow transition from afternoon to evening. The street outside was completely empty--no cars, no pedestrians, nothing that suggested life. Planted neatly on the nature strip were trees, and the leaves on these trees were falling. Each leaf trickled down slowly, zigzagging in the air as it glided down. When a leaf hit the pavement, the road, or the grass, it lied on the ground motionless, as if it...
It took me about twenty minutes to find Room 101. I knew I was looking for a door with numbers on it, and after wandering around for about fourteen minutes I found Room 101. Finding the room was a matter of following the doors as their numbers increased. Room 101 seemed like any other room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of rock. A single fluorescent tube at the top lit up the whole room. The room was about the size of my parents' bedroom, which was about double the size of the...
As Eddie and I walked around trying to find Lily, the little boy seemed less sad than he was before and kept talking about his pornography collection. I nodded and pretended to be interested with what he had to say. We arrived at a stone door with the word BANK engraved above the door in big letters. The place sparked our curiousity. After Eddie and I entered, we realized the bank was different to other rooms because the walls, ceilings, and floors were made of steel. The room looked like it...
I actually forgot how to get out from the tunnels, so Lily and I walked around for about twenty minutes before I finally found a tunnel going up towards the surface. When I arrived outside I was surprised at how cold it was. It was night now but it was not dark because all around me were blue and red flashing lights. Eddie must have called the police. Since it was rather dark, I had to touch and hold little Lily to make sure she was still with me. I hid the sack of gold behind some bushes...
"Make sure she goes to bed before ten," said Nancy before heading out from the front door. I watched as the mother backed the Camry into the street and drove off. Since Mark was in prison, Ella had to find another boyfriend and it didn't take long for her to find someone else. This new guy whose name I didn't know was, in my opinion, worse than Mark. Whenever I see him with Ella he is always bossing her around, telling her what to do. I looked at my watch and noticed it was six...
Just before my high school senior year started her family moved to the suburb I grew up in. Melinda Lynch. Mel. Tall. Slim. B sized breasts. A perfect pear shaped ass. A deceptively angelic face framed by thick dirty blonde hair clipped loosely behind her upper back and reaching just above that perfect ass as if pointing to it. A mischievous glint of her eyes and a smirk often made the deception less. My shy glances and longer stares when seeing her backside when she wouldn’t notice were...
By the time the spring musical auditioned, the Pajama Game, Mel and I had become best friends. For a while we saw each other every weeknight when I got into the martial arts class. And after school with the play. Less once it was performed, and then just twice a week after the dance class ended with its own performances. Two nights: a couple full length dances, one choreographed by the teacher and the other by Connie Johns herself. The second night short pieces choreographed by some of the...
Despite the frequency and the thorough enjoyment of my times in bed with Mel, I somehow managed to have other girls in my life. I called Sarah the night following Mel’s first time joining my friends and me at our lunch table. “It’s Joe,” I told her once her mother handed the phone off to her. “Really?” she practically shouted. “Give me a minute to go to my room.” “Okay.” “Hello,” I heard a minute later, a bit breathless. A click sounded. “How did you get my number?” “Mel.” “Of course....
Sarah ended up being a lot more problematic. The phone call on Saturday had us return to Joanne’s for some more great sex. Just Joanne was there as far as adults. I met Ella, who turned out to be her daughter from Saul. It’s where I learned Saul had multiple partners. Cheryl was only one of his wives, albeit the official one, and the three shared a bed. And perhaps weirdest of all, he was seeing Joanne’s daughter as well. After an even longer session of sex since we didn’t need to get up...
A man with a sign with my name on it who looked oddly like a younger version of Saul stood near the carousel where our bags would be delivered. Mine finally had wheels and a golden ribbon attached to the handle, since it looked like a lot of the other bags. Carol’s identical bag had a silver ribbon. Mel had bought them for us, and Maryanne had suggested the identifying attachments. “I’m Joe,” I said to the driver. “Trevor,” he said, shaking my hand. “I need to retrieve my limo, since they...
The workshop was different on Wednesday morning. Nancy steered the workshop to a larger classroom that was ramped. Saul had invited a guest to discuss editing and publishing. It ended up being Liang, who was great. Charming and funny and knowledgeable. Her perspective was interesting as well, since she was head editor of an imprint of the publisher which published Cheryl’s nonfiction bestsellers. She explained it was more a prestige thing, since the stuff she put out would never sell like the...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 8 "That was fantastic, Peter, just fantastic. I don't know when I'vebeen fucked quite so breathless," the exhausted blonde said sincerely. But her mind was filled with dark thoughts of revenge em the virileresort owner for the way he had treated her--like a filthy whore! Itwasn't enough him to give her a savage ass fucking; he made her lick hiscock clean right afterwards, then suck his huge cock off while hekneeled over her with his big hands knotted in her...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 7 Davie had flung herself across the bed and was sobbing as the scheming, i****tuous brother of her so-called "friend" kneeled besideher on the floor, a comforting hand on her back. "That's right, Davie, let it all out. Just cry away--everythingyou saw going on in that room. Let that whole scene between my sisterand your dad wash right out of your eyes," he told her tenderly,cunningly. The distraught young girl cried even harder, her pitiful sobsfilling the...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 6 "Do you think your dad will let me show you around the island tomorrow?" the good-looking blond youth was saying to the prettybrunette as they sat on the steps of her father's house. "He'd better!" Davie answered. "I know I can talk him into it. Idon't know what was the matter with him tonight. He was acting funnyall evening," said the innocent teen. Randy's thigh was pressed lightlybut deliberately against her thigh. She was talking with greatanimation, the...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 5 Peter Knight hurried into his beach house and locked the doorbehind him. He was sweating, and his temples throbbed. The ache in hisgroin reminded him constantly of his manhood. The devils were dancingin his head, playing cruel tricks on him, evoking wicked, disjointedthoughtsin his mind. He had to rest, to sleep, to get back hisequilibrium before Davie came home . . . He ripped off his clothes and flung them onto a chair. He fellinto bed, wincing as his...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 4 When Davie didn't appear in the dining room at lunch time, Peter Knight was seized with a strange feeling of apprehension, although hetold himself it was probably unwarranted. The sexy blonde stewardesswas also conspicuously absent, however, and a casual inquiry to Benny,his maitre d', informed him that Miss Byers had requested a picnic lunchfor two. He decided to go in search of Davie. He just didn't feelright about his guileless daughter spending too much...