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A Touch of Mink By Cherysse St. Claire It seemed like an innocent enough request. "Honey, join me tonight - please? You made me so horny, I can't stand it. I need something really... wicked." Before you get your nose out of joint, 'innocent' has a different meaning for us than most people. It's not like I had never participated in one of Sable's 'booty calls'. Nor would it be the first time something I had done precipitated one of her cravings. I love to watch my beautiful wife...
The special Court of Inquiry convened on February 1 at the Federal Court House in Los Angeles. Vice Admiral Adams was annoyed to find that the press was present in force. This was beyond his experience because first, military courts usually convene on military posts to which civilians do not normally have access, and second, because there is usually no civilian press interest at all. After Adams called the Court to order, the letters of appointment were read and the Law Officer announced that...
Finally Jack addressed the court and said, "Gentlemen, I have here a list of seventy-three additional witnesses who are prepared to testify similarly. Admiral, you did not believe Susan Jennings could have been crucified. There are thirty-five more witnesses who will say that she was and testify that they saw her dying on that cross all day long. Of course, the testimony is highly repetitive." With a deprecating little smile he asked, "It may be presumptuous of me, but may I ask the Court...
The press began to arrive at the estate shortly before the appointed hour. Ginny was pleased to see that two of the network-affiliated Los Angeles television stations had sent out film crews. Moreover, in addition to the usual motion-picture industry reporters, there were a few from the regular news desks. Chairs had been set up on the pool terrace for the conference. A rostrum with a microphone was set up in front. Taking her position there, Ginny opened the session. "Good afternoon,...
I met my wife Karen at work one day, and a few weeks after our first date, i met Stacey her daughter.Now Stacey was a young teenage girl, and did look just like a younger version of her mother, she was petite, blonde and very friendly, and when I proposed to her mother she was more than happy to have me as her new stepdad.So we moved into a house together as one small happy family, and I got to watch Stacey over the next few years, turn into a beautiful young woman.Now one evening the football...
Sara was wearing her high school cheerleader uniform, and it was impossible for me to look away. Sara turned 18 years old last month, and her body emphasized her age and her current status: barely legal. Three weeks ago, I legally married Sara's mother, Kelly, and I moved into the house that she and her daughter shared. While I was attracted to Kelly, I couldn't avoid looking at her beautiful 18-year-old daughter. Sara had brunette hair, dark green eyes, and slightly tan...
I was reading the comics section of the newspaper when my stepdaughter, Sara Vorrez, walked into the kitchen. Sara was wearing her high school cheerleader uniform, and it was impossible for me to look away. Sara turned 18 years old last month, and her body emphasized her age and her current status: barely legal. Three weeks ago, I legally married Sara's mother, Kelly, and I moved into the house that she and her daughter shared. While I was attracted to Kelly, I couldn't avoid looking at her...
TabooHello ISS readers. This is a father sharing his experience of a live video sex chat session with a bold, playful, and seductive webcam model of Delhi Sex Chat website. The truly helped in exploring my pervert desires over my 20-year-old stepdaughter. Moreover, the open-minded webcam model was exceedingly erotic. A few days ago, one afternoon, my stepdaughter came home from college. I had taken a day off from work and was watching TV in the living room. I waited for my stepdaughter to come out...
My name is Terry and I'm thirty-three years old. Not exactly in my prime anymore, but I lift weights for at least an hour every day so I've got a pretty good body. I'm told I look something like Jean- Claude whatsisface, the martial arts star, though I'm not quite as muscular nor as handsome. Still, I'm in fine shape for my age and I feel even better. I have more energy now that when I was sixteen. Three years ago I married a woman who had a daughter by a previous marriage....
just knew that she had to spend some time alone with her. Greta had developed a real passion for abusing and punishing little girls in her position as governess and Amy Jennings was now about to find out just how much. She had mentioned this to Alice a while ago, but it wasn't until now that Alice decided the time was right. Still angry that Amy had interrupted her much-needed orgasm, she arranged for Miss Foulds to spend the afternoon with the girl in one of the private...
It was mid December now, and Susan's bandages had long since disappeared. She was moving freely now that the pain from the embedded bullets was gone. Moreover, she and Ginny had continuing competitions in everything from weight lifting to tennis, to swimming, to golf. The love and mutual respect between the two beautiful young women was a delight both to them and to everyone with whom they had contact. All of Ginny's friends knew the story well and they all rejoiced in the way Susan had...
I met Helen at the park one day, we were both out walking our dogs and just bumped into each other, and the instant i saw that mature 30 something blonde woman in her summer dress and sandals, i knew i was going to be with her forever.As it turned out she was just a couple of years out of a divorce, and after some friendly chatting, she agreed to go on a date with me and the rest was history, we fell in love, moved in together a few months later, and now a year on we we're preparing to get...
Walker: “A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar.” Pilar: “Is this some kind of joke?” Walker and Pilar, holding hands, bowing, “Thank you, thank you. This ends our Kansas City engagement.” xxxxxxxxxx Douglas ‘Duke’ Arlington. A new trial, his second, for the murder of Gustav Hindenburg in Ft. Payne, Alabama. Different courtroom, different judge, different jurors, different defense attorneys. New evidence. Ned Daniels and Hilary Dunne would reprise their prosecutor...
Rick Jackson was passing his secretary's desk when he heard her say, "I'm sorry, Miss Jennings. Mr. Jackson is not taking your calls..." He stopped short and screamed, "Don't let that person hang up! Is that Susan Jennings?" "Yes it is," Annette Richardson replied in a bored tone of voice. "The silly thing has been calling for weeks. All she says is that she knew you in Vietnam, but she would not tell me what she wanted to speak to you about. I told her you had no interest in...
The next morning Rick initiated a pattern that he continued for the following week. He just continued to heat more chicken soup and feed it to her. Between times she slept, often with him in the bed beside her. Although it might have been his imagination, Rick felt that Susan slept much more soundly when he was lying next to her. He came to love the feeling as Susan would almost awaken, rub her body against his, and then relax again back into a deep sleep when she found he was still beside...
St. Luke’s Hospital. I gathered myself. Too many people, helpless to do anything but wait. I went to Autumn, “Take Walker and Pilar home, I’ll call you the second there’s any news.” My sister, for once in her life, didn’t argue. I told Bear, “Thanks for coming, but it’ll be hours.” Mayor Tom Lynch said, “I’m so sorry, Winter. Senseless. Tell me what I can do.” I smiled wanly, “Go. You have a city to run. Daddy will make it or not.” Bulldog, put a hand on my shoulder, just as he had when...
The police responded in under three minutes; two ambulances right behind them. One of them said, “Gun!” and I felt, but couldn’t see, one cop grab my shoulder bag where he removed the .38. The other one cuffed me, hands behind my back. Morales and I were rushed to University hospital. I ended up on the second floor of the Critical Care Tower. Morales was in the same building, but in the burn unit. When Suzette aimed at me, I had ducked my head and squeezed my eyes shut. That helped, but my...
Dragon Lady # 2 called me, “Cyrus wants dinner.” Cyrus Vandenberg. One of my Irregulars, the oldest one. In his mid-80s, creaky, cranky, but his mental acuity seems just fine. He’ll have some rumor to pass on, some gossip, some hearsay. “When and where?” “What am I, your bitch?” Click. Good point. When you’re part of the Bulldog Bannerman infrastructure, a measly private detective is several rungs lower on the accomplishment ladder. I called Cyrus, “Hi, it’s Winter.” “No...
100% fiction! I was reading the comics section of the newspaper when my stepdaughter, Sara Vorrez, walked into the kitchen. Sara was wearing her high school cheerleader uniform, and it was impossible for me to look away. Sara turned 18 years old last month, and her body emphasized her age and her current status: barely legal. Three weeks ago, I legally married Sara's mother, Kelly, and I moved into the house that she and her daughter shared. While I was attracted to Kelly, I couldn't avoid...
IncestSCENE 1 [Setting: A spacious, upper-middle class kitchen—expensive refrigerator, dishwasher, wine cabinet, pasta-maker, the works.] [At a tall island right of center, SUE sits on a wooden stool, sipping morning coffee. She is early 40s, tall, with lustrous black hair, olive skin, and beautifully manicured scarlet fingernails. A plush red bathrobe barely contains her fit but voluptuous frame.] [NIKKY walks in from stage right. She is 18 and resembles SUE, although rounder in the face....
Sitting at home, could not sleep, so tried to watch some late night infomericals. The girl friend was out with the girlfriends. I figure it was an all nighter, since it was 1am.My girl friend had a university daughter that loved to flirt and had a body to go with it. She was always rubbing into me, shoving her hips sideways into my hip, when her mom was not around. I brushed it off as cheap harmless firty.About 1:30am, car lights pulled into the drive, and sat there for awhile. I figured it was...
Ellen: The drunken StepdaughterI got a call from Mark: his mother Ellen had gone to a party, got drunk, and was now too drunk to drive home. He wanted me to go with him to bring her home, and so one of us could drive her car home so he didn't have to leave it there.It wasn't not that late, so I agreed. I told the wife what the problem was, and of course she was disgusted with her daughter's behavior.I drove over to the house where Mark and his mother lived together, picked him up, and then I...
In order to come up with the down to buy BaBoomz, (hey, up with the down!) Vanessa and I have to divest ourselves of our shares in four American solar panel distributors. In sub-Saharan Africa. But it had become time to sell anyway. Gertie explained the evolving situation to us over drinks at BEAR’s on Broadway, “The fucking Chinese are everywhere. They finally started manufacturing their panels in Africa. So it was just a natural extension for them to move into distribution.” Louie-Louie...
Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater, as part of his three-patent sale to Hayes-Harris, the venture capital company, became an employee there. He wasn’t a partner, but he was one of seven on the Executive Evaluation team. He sat in on presentations from individuals and companies looking for investment capital. Hayes-Harris took small fliers and big risks, tiny positions and majority ownership. They provided money when they were interested. And money, expertise, guidance, even personnel, when they were...
On a hunch, Clint asked his Vanguard counterpart in Boise to go through the old surveillance videos before the raid on the Gunther compound in northern Idaho. A raid clandestinely approved and funded by Senator Harper Wainwright. And orchestrated by his chief of staff, Constance Grayson. And field-directed by Matt Striker. Boise called back the next day. Winner-winner, chicken dinner! Martin Folsom again. That tied him to two American Nazi compounds. And also made me start reconsidering...
Damien Hirsch had a good little racket going for himself. Not that little either. Contractually, he was to be paid 15% for every tour, expert, auction, he booked. Thanks to my superior investigative skills, well, the Sullivans’ tip-toeing through the digital backwaters, we learned he was enjoying close to a 40% baksheesh. His guides, lecturers, auctioneers, received one set of invoices and receipts, The Globe another. The right hand didn’t know what the left foot was doing. Hirsch, fairly...
“You’re so vain You probably think this song is about you You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you Don’t you? Don’t you?” One sunny Saturday morning, out of the blue, Vanessa reached across the kitchen table, took my hands, and recited her rendition of Mr. W. H. “You’re my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I know that love will last, we’re forever strong.” Walker beamed with pleasure. Pilar...
Once Fowler started babbling, it became almost anticlimactic. Bear started the video recorder and even Fowler’s voice seemed to have lost its resonance. He confessed without emotion. He answered every question — no longer defiant, no longer any vitality in his voice, his posture. Mr. November was resigned, had given up. The last call he’d made, to Ryder and Mologna — “It’s her. Do it.” — turned out to be an order for them to go back to Richmond. To tear the Barbara Reynolds apartment to...
My wife was out and I was sitting at home waiting for my stepdaughter to get home from her date. It was already passed her curfew and she still wasn’t home yet. I was getting angrier and angrier as I waited for her, watching the clock as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, almost an hour passed her curfew, I heard the front door open quietly, and Cindy tried to sneak in. I was sitting in the darkened lounge and waited for her to shut the door quietly behind her. “Come through into the lounge...
Camping with stepdaughterpublished as 27 parts in 2011 by harry45I married a woman that had three daughters. The oldest Lesly is the one that this story is about.Her senior year in high school she had turned 18. She now had become very hot. She had long curly red hair and green eyes. She was 5’6” tall, 120 lbs and her breasts had filled out to a 34cc. Her body and legs were toned from 3 years of dance and mountain biking. I was going to go for a week camping trip during the summer to get away...
It felt really good laying on the soft blanket in the sunshine on a crisp Fall day! Joy had been admiring herself in her full length mirror in her bed room after squirming her little round buns into the tiny green plaid hot pants. They were so short the hem of the leg holes all but disappeared into the very slight cleft of her pretty buns. She added a white halter top and a pair of sandals and headed to the small pasture in the woods her family owned a quarter mile away. She lay there soaking...
That evening Mike and Ginny drove Susan to the hospital where the CAT scan was scheduled. When they arrived, Mike was joined by a friend, John Roberts, a top general surgeon. The two doctors met the radiologist-CAT operator in the control booth and Mike told him where to start looking. Almost instantly the CAT revealed three imbedded bullets in Susan's right side and shoulder. Roberts did not believe his eyes. "Mike, I was wondering what you had been smoking when you called me," he said....
I was spending hours with the diminutive, scarlet-haired Sullivan twins, bleary-eyed from the grainy security tapes. Duplicating what more competent investigators with the KCPD were doing. At home, at dinner, I tried to wear a game face for Walker. He had lost Mindy to California, to Stanford, to a more age-appropriate life. I had lost my friend, Mary Packer, but I was determined not to let the gloom prevail. After working all day on her dream restaurant, Euforia, Vanessa was overseeing the...
Vanessa took one sip of the claret that bore The Globe’s label. She sniffed first, then swished and swallowed. “It’s not plonk, Winter. Decent. About like you’d expect in a mail order wine club.” “Price?” “Around $15 or $20. Certainly under $30.” “Is it a Bordeaux?” “No, it’s definitely California. Over-oaked. Maybe Central Valley. That’s just a guess, I can’t really narrow the location that much.” All house wines were to be a minimum of a $200 value. It says so right on the menus. And...
Well, I now knew what Reginald (call me Reggie) Angstrom was up to. Smuggling a deadly, lethally potent, drug called Ghost from Mexico into the States. And maybe other countries. The Globe is headed for Buenos Aires, so maybe Argentina too. Shit, maybe Europe, maybe Asia. What I also didn’t know was what to do about it. I owed Phillip Montgomery a full explanation. He had brought me into this square dance in the first place. And his hedge fund owned 30% of The Globe. I can imagine how...
I read somewhere that morals are personal; ethics are societal. I had a vague sense of unease that both morals and ethics might be compromised by some of the principals in my Atwater investigation. I’ve been saving for a surprise Christmas present for Vanessa. For our loft, our kitchen. I saw her looking at a French stove, La Cornue, that is gorgeous. And, I assume, does the job. We can’t afford it, but ... Vanessa. She didn’t ask for it, didn’t even hint at it, she wouldn’t. But if she...
Walker and Pilar are a fixture around town, a constant couple. And a fixture in the Wrigley as well. They both solemnly do the bidding of the Grand Duchess, Anastasia Nikolaevna, one of two permanent hotel residents. Anastasia and Wally Maypole had checked in a few years ago and simply never left. They pay a few bucks from time to time out of some dimly remembered sense of obligation. The Duchess regards the hotel staff, plus Walker and Pilar, as lieges put on earth to do her bidding. The...
2019 That was then; this was now, four years later. A lot had changed in my life since I told Carol Sue Parker goodbye at O’Hare. Of course, a lot would change in any four-year period; it’s just that I ended up measuring that particular span in terms of a young woman I had thought I’d never see again. Life goes on. Walker was now 15; I was 33. I was married, deliciously so, to Vanessa Henderson. Walker had a live-in girlfriend, his second, named Pilar Paloma. I was still doing a daily...
Is everything up to date in Kansas City? No, of course not. But progress is being made. Although the voters recently took a sort-of step backwards. But this created the possibility of an ironic, and symbolic, positive statement. The City Council voted, unanimously I think, to rename a historically significant boulevard — The Paseo. It’s around ten miles long, running north and south between two other major thoroughfares — Troost and Prospect. The city’s decision to change ‘The Paseo’ to...
Saturday morning breakfast, Walker and Gregory in charge of provisioning. Vanessa smiled at Pilar, “Is Walker still servicing himself?” Sucking his own cock. “Sometimes. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.” Gregory turned to Vanessa, not one whit of embarrassment, “I can’t suck it yet, but I can lick the very tip. Pilar thinks I’ll be able to if I keep practicing.” Vanessa gave him her glorious smile, ‘How often do you practice, honey?” “Every night when I’m home.” Pilar said, “I have...
Vanessa came home, chatted with Gloria. In English. She took a quick shower and joined us for dinner. Slipped a Mendocinas to Hobo. The Proper Villain was on the prowl. Pilar poured him some dry food, added a little empanada juice from the cast iron pan. Gloria watched with interest. She had a grown daughter, but, so far as I knew, lived alone in LA and New York. Maybe being around a family was refreshing. Gloria reached over, patted my hand, “So, how are you?” “Pretty good, considering....
100% fiction! My wife had gone away for a few weeks holiday so i had the house all to myself or so i thought, my 26yo stepdaughter came home for a visit , she is a beautiful young lady great figure . she had organized to go out for the night with the girls and wasn't expecting to come home at all for the night, so i decided to settle in for the night to watch some porn on the telly in the longue room , i settled in with a few drink stripped naked and started watching some porn , i was soon very...
Incest100% fiction! I don’t know if this counts as incest or just great fun for a lucky mutha fucker. As few years ago one of my stepdaughters came live with us for a while. She was not a very hot chick but was sexy. I used to lie awake at night fantasizing about going into her room and fucking her and often imaged her face while fucking her mum and this got me off big time. One day she was out drinking with her hot friends and her mum was at work , when I decided to sneak into her room and smell her...
IncestWhen my relationship with my stepdaughter changed for the better.The story of my relationship change with Kimberly, my stepdaughter, could last for may chapters. We met the morning after my first date with her mother, Susan. It was a Saturday morning as Susan and I were sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of coffee while Kimberly was playing with her six-month-old son. The date had gone quite well as we spent half the night in her bed naked and exploring each other with great passion.It was...
TabooHello, this is the tales of how I stared fucking my stepdaughter. It all started when my wife was on a business trip. I was sitting in the living room, watching my favourite show, when my stepdaughter, Jane, walked in. I looked over at her and thought to myself 'Holy shit, she's hot' when she looked over at me and said "How was your day?" I responded with "It was good, how are you?" when out of nowhere she said "I'm horny, could you help?" I said "What!? I'd be happy to help my little girl." I...
IncestMy 18 year old stepdaughter, Julia had grown into a beautiful young woman in the 5 years that I had been married to her mother. Julia was 5'4" with beautiful C-cup breasts and a perfect tight ass. She had beautiful dark brown eyes and dark brown long hair. Julia and I always had a good relationship and we would joke around with each other all the time. As she grew breasts it become more awkward for us to playfully wrestle. I tried to discontinue our physical playing as I recognized that she was...
IncestOk, I admit it, I really want to fuck my stepdaughter. That by itself really sounds creepy, especially since I drive an old van with no windows, but let me explain. Chrissy is 38 years old, about 5'1", brunette with a red tint to it, big old hazel eyes, C cup boobs, and the most adorable little size 7 feet. That's enough in itself to make me want to fuck the shit out of her, but what really gives me a yard on a hard long is the fact that Chrissy is a self professed "Nigger dick loving whore"....
Naked Stepdaughter Ch. 01byaznaked©My name is Kacie. I know. It is a curtsey way of spelling but my mother came up with it. My "situation" started when I was 17 years old. My mother died in a car accident. Ironically for a heavy drinker, she was sober but was a passenger in a car driven by a drunk friend. The friend survived but my mother did not. I had never known my real father and I'm not sure mother really did either. It could have been a casual encounter or a swinging party. Mike had been...
Clint called, “Any New York plans yet?” “Remember Vanessa? Tall, good looking. Married.” “I’ll throw in a set of steak knives.” Click. Hey! I’m the one supposed to be hanging up. We invited Cathal Conway and family for Sunday brunch. Riles went with Walker and Pilar back to their room. She may be only 10, but the kids treat her as an equal. Jorge and Javier immediately started roughhousing with Hobo. The Proper Villain jumped up on Juanita’s lap. Cathal accepted his glass of Jamison —...
Pilar: “A gorilla walks into a bar and says, ‘A scotch on the rocks, please.’ He hands the bartender a twenty.” Walker: “The bartender thinks to himself, ‘This gorilla doesn’t know the price of drinks,’ and gives him fifteen cents change.” Pilar frowns. Walker: “You know, we don’t get too many gorillas in here.” Pilar: “Well, at nineteen eighty-five a fucking drink, I ain’t coming back, either.” The boarding process was surprisingly smooth. I guess when your ship loads up three...
Okay, Duke Arlington. Head Scout for the Royals. Age 43. Southern California — born and raised. Had played right field with the LA Dodgers. I read several Dodgers blogs and columns and recaps. Arlington had been what insiders called a journeyman player. Astonishingly good to make it to the majors; but merely average once he got there. I went back to my Fount of Sports Knowledge, Pat Hodges. She glanced at her watch — I was back on the $100-per-hour clock. She sipped Henrietta’s Own, chewed...
Pilar: “Guy walks into a bar and is shocked to see a horse behind the bar.” Walker: “Horse says, ‘What’s the matter? You can’t believe that a horse can tend bar?’” Pilar: “No. I just can’t believe the ferret sold the place.” Alicia Collins called me from New York. “Bear told you.” “Yes. Have to admit it shocked me. Vanessa too. And the kids.” “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. But I felt it was Bear’s news to share.” “No, I understand. And he would have wanted to be the one to tell...
Walker: “We don’t serve time travelers in here.” Pilar: “A time traveler walks into a bar.” Saturday morning breakfast, sun streaming in our Main Street windows. Pilar glanced at Walker’s face, looked under the kitchen table, sighed. “Vanessa, what would our family be like if Papi were ... like, normal?” Vanessa laughed, “Well, we’ll never know, will we?” I shook my head, “A mother’s burden...” Pilar held out her hand, “Come on, Papi, I’ll take care of it. Again.” Gregory stood, “No,...
Richard Hyder was apoplectic, “Your Honor! This is outrageous! Trial by ambush! I’ve never seen anything so ... underhanded, so deceitful, in my forty-one years before the bar.” “Is there an objection in there?” Judge Graves seemed more amused than annoyed. “Yes! Yes there is. The Defense hasn’t even begun to present its case and this ... this ... private eye miraculously points the way ... I object! This ... these items cannot be entered into evidence.” “Grounds?” “Illegal search and...
My mother called me. At work. First Autumn, now ... Flora Jennings. “Winter, can you come by?” Mom knew I worked, had my own office. But since I was no longer with the KCPD, nor employed by a real company, she simply hadn’t accepted that I do anything worthwhile. In fact, after Reggie left me, and before Vanessa married me, my mother regarded me as ... sad. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job. So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever...
I was building frequent flyer miles like crazy. For the first time in my life. The FBI policy was to let contract consultants like Daddy and me keep our miles. Fair enough since we didn’t qualify for the standard benefits package. But now that I was working, however indirectly, for the US Senate, I wondered what the policy would be. I was spending time thinking about trivia like that because it was a break from thinking about ... no progress. My brilliant serial number breakthrough hadn’t...
Two parallel investigations — sometimes intersecting, sometimes intertwined. The FBI, supervised by Ash Collins, was focused primarily on illegal weapons — manufacturing and sales. And chasing the gun money, possibly diamonds, around the world. Matt Striker, reporting to Constance Grayson, was all things Meriwether. Their PAC, their possible connections to Wexler and Hoffstatter. And, just maybe their connections to diamonds. I was, for now, relegated to the sidelines. Impatiently so. Ash...
The Whittaker Fund, the ammunition gambit, was bringing us into intermittent contact with Karl Hoffstatter. Well, with his gopher, Roger ‘Hoppy’ Cransdale. The FBI had decided to let Cransdale roam free for now. The bet was that he’d lead them to higher-ups in the American Nazi movement. The further bet was that the low-priced ammo that the Aryan was buying wouldn’t be used for anything but training purposes. It wasn’t a long-term wager; once Cransdale started repeating his route stops,...