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“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 FappeningRealIndianSexScandals! 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 SitesRape in Bangladesh by Pakistan Army: Deba & Daughters. Part-1By Shagor HossainSynopsis: It is said that Bengali are the most eye-catching ladies of Asia. Pakistan army captured the beautiful Bengali wife & teen age daughters of Feda kamal in Dhaka with the charge of spying against the Pakistan army in 1971 when the people of Bangladesh was fighting the Pakistan army for liberation. Mother & daughters were tortured, humiliated and raped again and again till the Pakistan army surrendered to the...
I am Simon, a horny old British pervert in his mid-fifties who lusts for Indian or Muslim Bangladeshi women. I have been living in Bangladesh for 28 years and love stalking Bangladeshi women from behind in tight salwar kameez or hijab with big bums and take voyeuristic videos of their bums while I follow them from behind and go home and jizz on the videos. I go to the villages and film the village women telling them that I am just visiting on a project and want to do a documentary on women's...
Farber, Underwood, Carruthers, Kinshaw, Young, Oswald, Updike is its city's first openly transgendered firm. Follow the lives of its partners, associates, staff and clients. Today we learn the history of one of its members. GLADYS By Eugene Webber "Have you called the agency, Heloise?" John Farber asked his office manager. Heloise Farber, John's sister, older by three years, was taking a week off to visit their parents. Their father had retired eight months earlier and...
I am Dan and 55 years old. I am Danish and married a rural Bangladeshi woman in her 40s. I live in Jessore with my wife in a village. She speaks a little bit of English which I taught her and now she can communicate with me a little. She is of dark brown complexion, wears colorful bright saris and I enjoy watching her, take pictures and film her. We have sex pretty much every night. She has a beautiful face and a curvy body. I cum on her face every day and eat her anus when we have sex. She...
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...
I was still in a bit of a daze as I followed Diana out of Becky The Brown's office and through the University halls to visit Gladys The Grey. "So what exactly is it that you all do here?" I asked the elusive Diana."You mean Ms. Becky didn't even tell you?" Diana sighed. "Typical. She was in such a hurry to smother you in soggy snatch sauce that she didn't even get to the job description. It's not my place to tell you about things, but I can say that it's important work. You should join with us,...
My name is Peter Simmons and I am a British photographer and sometimes make private videos, specializing in Asian studies and travel quite often to Asia, especially to India, Bangladesh, and Thailand. Recently I was invited by a travel agency to visit Bangladesh and stay over in a village for two weeks. It was close to the end of the winter season in Bangladesh and the weather is normally decent during the day and quite chilly at night. I was pretty excited and very honored to be invited, since...
Grace, Kim and I had a nice long chat and decided to take the twins with us to return to Camelot to see if we could locate the missing cheerleaders. I didn't have any evidence that we would find them other that a nagging need to try. We called the twins into my den and sat down to talk with them. I had to convince them that what they were about to hear would be hard to believe but they had to accept it on blind faith. I started out, "Girls, you remember the cave you saw on your...
Rokeya begum lives in East London. She is a 41-year-old Bangladeshi woman and is divorced. Her only daughter is married and lives in Lester with her husband. Rokeya doesn't have a job but receives housing benefits from the council and goes to an English language learning school to improve her English because she arrived in the UK from Bangladesh just a couple of years ago when her husband divorced her for another woman. So she joined a local English language school during the summer near east...
Champion of Camelot The yelling argument had lasted an hour, and King Arthur was starting to regret allowing it to start in the first place. But one of the founding principals of Camelot was the symbolized by the Round Table - that despite being King, Arthur was only to be considered the first among equals, and so he had let his most trustworthy knight Lancelot make his case. "It cannot be done, Arthur! You cannot give a knighthood to a woman!" "Why not? She saved my life, any man...
Hi, this is Hugo again from Sweden. I finally went to Bangladeshi with Sharmin and her husband, Badrul. They invited me to stay in Bangladesh for one month and it was in 2018 when this happened. I was going to stay with them and I took all my camera equipment with me so I could do some filming and photography in Bangladesh. when we arrived at the Shahjalal International Airport in Dhaka in the afternoon during March, it was already quite pleasant. It wasn't too hot and the airport was not as...
My name is Hugo and I am from Sweden. I have many friends from Bangladesh and live in London, UK. I see a lot of people from Bangladesh living in East London and I go there pretty often for grocery shopping since I live close by. I really enjoy going to the grocery stores with all the Muslim Bangladeshi women in colorful clothes and some in hijabs. I take pictures of the beautiful ladies inside the stores, while they ignore me and some times take close up shots of their beautiful faces, they...
My name is Hugo and I am from Sweden. I have many friends from Bangladesh and live in London, UK. I see a lot of people from Bangladesh living in East London and I go there pretty often for grocery shopping since I live close by. I really enjoy going to the grocery stores with all the Muslim Bangladeshi women in colorful clothes and some in hijabs. I take pictures of the beautiful ladies inside the stores, while they ignore me and some times take close up shots of their beautiful faces, they...
Tara's BayouLevel 1 - Fresh MeatI am watching TV and as usual my hand is on my dick. Shit I am so fucking horny! Tired of just sitting here night after night rubbing several out! I need to fuck someone and I need tO FUCK THEM NOW! It's a wonder my right arm doesn't look like Popeye! What the hell am I watching anyway!?This is so fucked up. I am too young for this crap. I am 24 years old living in a country-like town far in the north of Sweden. This shithole is a place where people come...
"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...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 3 The day dawned predictably golden on the island of Eleuthera. Lavender fingers of light were reaching up into the sky when RandyFerris cautiously opened the door of the bungalow he had shared with hissister the night before and made his way to the red MG parked down theroad. He had to work today. But he would be back at French Leavetonight . . . in time to get acquainted with Davie Knight! Then,tomorrow . . . tomorrow would be the beginning of a glorious...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 2 It was six o'clock. The sun was brilliant but low in the Decembersky as Trish and Randy settled down in the big bed in the attractivebungalow which Trish had rented at French Leave. They had bothundressed immediately, Trish still eager for the loving only her brothercould give her. Her climax in the MG had only made her more eager forlove making, and she hungered for the youth's trim, sun-tanned body, forhis young mouth and his mammoth cock. She never grew...
"The Scandalous Stewardess"Chapter 1 The Bahamian island of Eleuthera is a saber-shaped spit ofglistening white coral sand in the crystalline waters of the CaribbeanSea. One can get there by boat or by plane. It was on such a shuttleflight from Nassau that Davie Knight sat and breathlessly looked out ofthe narrow window on December 20th. The sixteen year old kept knottinga silk scarf between her hands, a gesture which could not escape thewatchful notice of the striking older blonde woman who...
Reddit Cameltoe, aka r/Cameltoe! You gotta admit, in some situations, cameltoes can be very fucking hot. And for those who are not virgins, you know that I do not actually mean the toes of a camel. Now, if you are ready for that juicy cameltoe action, you are more than welcome to explore what r/cameltoe/ has to offer. This is a rather simple subreddit filled with all kinds of naughty cameltoe content.Of course, Reddit is a free website, that is a given. So you can always just browse through the...
Reddit NSFW ListChapter Sixteen ‘Demure,’ the woman who had once been Glade’s mistress replied hesitantly in the Knights’ language. ‘Not Lady Demure. I no longer have a title, just as I no longer have an estate or a husband.’ Glade crouched down beside Demure under the shade of a palm tree. The appearance of both women had changed in the intervening years. Their hair was much longer and fell over their faces. Although Demure was as elegant as ever, there were small scars on her knees and ankles that hadn’t...
Chapter Four Ivory threaded the pubic hair through her front teeth where it had lodged and then buried her face back into the rich aroma of Glade’s vulva. Above their naked bodies the Sun shone high in the sky, but not as high, Ivory knew now, as the Sun climbed in Glade’s homelands far to the South. She huddled up against her lover’s warm body, hoping that this would compensate for the biting chill of the wind. Every day these days, Glade and Ivory would leave the village just before dawn...
Cameltoes, I think most people find them gross. But I love them. I love seeing the seam of the clothing disappear and being able to see two thick labia puffing out from the seam. I especially like it when you see one in shorts, athletic wear and bathing suit. The out line of the puffy labia. A big reason I love cameltoes, is knowing the surprise you get once you take off the clothing. When my lady and I started living together, we were both in our early 40, her k**s had moved out and we had an...
The warmth coming from the hastily assembled camp fire provided the only comfort for Ivory and her mostly silent companions as they anxiously awaited the outcome of the Chief’s conference to which Glade was the only woman other than the Chief’s wife who was privileged to attend. They had been gone for such a very long time and Ivory, like everyone else, hoped that whatever came of their discussions would at last bring direction and purpose to the villagers’ wandering. Ivory’s only distraction...
When Chief Cave Lion and his party reached the top of the ridge above the Mountain Valley after their first ascent, they could now look across a wide vista of valleys and hills peppered with bushes and thickets. There were patches of snow that had fallen earlier in the season but hadn’t properly settled. Horse and antelope galloped over the coarse-leafed savannah. It was a glorious sight for hunters who’d seen so little game for so long, but as Glade reminded Ivory as they huddled beneath the...
It was the time of the year to travel south. Everyone knew it. It was less than half a moon since Ivory’s village celebrated the Autumn Equinox with traditional solemnity, but the snow had settled at night and not melted, the mammoths were restless, and the sky was thick with flying geese. ‘Tomorrow!’ announced Chief Cave Lion. ‘Today we gather what we need for the journey. Tomorrow we leave.’ Ivory was as reluctant to leave as anyone in the village, but the chief had spoken and the auspices...
Chapter Twenty Glade was by far the villager least visibly upset by the discovery that the winter route was blocked. While the chief and his most experienced hunters spent the rest of the day and all the next exploring and evaluating the few limited options available to them, she was preoccupied in checking the health and well-being of the woman and children. While Ivory anxiously gnawed on the last morsel of aurochs meat when the village gathered around the fire at the end of the day, Glade...
Chapter Twelve There was at first a sense of cheerful bravado accompanying Glade and her company as they paraded across the savannah with the Knights’ village receding ever further into the distance. They were sure that once they were back under the canopy of the great forest, their ordeal as slaves for the shaven-headed warriors would become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. However, as one day followed the last and there was still nothing on the horizon ahead that resembled the forest...
Chapter Twenty Four Glade couldn’t recall a time when she’d ever felt more despair than when she was finally certain that she’d never be able sail back to her lover across the choppy waters of the billowing sea. Was there any point in even being alive without Demure? It was only after many hours of weeping and cursing the spirits of her now extinct tribe that she at last returned her attention to the mundane but no less urgent task of staying alive. She was still adrift on a raft that was...
The relatively balmy, but still chilly, days of Summer gradually gave way to those of Autumn. As the oak and ash foliage changed hue, Ivory’s life settled into a pattern as deceptively stable as Glade’s had once been. She wasn’t pleased that she’d become the chief’s concubine, but the duty brought with it the benefit that she no longer had to accompany the other women in their daily woodland forage. And however jealous she was of Glade’s love, she’d grown to accept her lover’s occasional...