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KISS ME BIANCA THE AUDITION - or - "THE PLAY'S THE THING." "Hi, mom," John called as he let the front, screened door of their moderately sized, summer cottage close behind him. Marilyn wiped her hands clean on a dish cloth and stepped away from the kitchen island where she was cleaning up after having just put the apple pie into the oven. She looked into the large living room and smiled at her son. "Hi, honey? How did it go?" "Good, I think!" He rain his fingers along the Van...
“Jeez,” the freely perspiring, oversized hunk of man beef said, opening the car door. “How come it always rains in your country?”I wanted to ask if a man who clearly had hyperactive sweat glands didn’t find England more congenial than California, where he spent most of his time, but it wasn’t my job. I also wanted to ask him if he didn’t have bigger fish to fry.There was a media scrum at the airport. Revelations about Bianca’s past had become breaking news with her and her minder half way...
TeenForeword: Dear Readers, I wrote this story nearly 20 years ago. Now, thanks to my new French friend Avaro Le Banni, who searched his archive and forwarded a copy to me, I am pleased to post Bianca Paragon here. Here's part two of four parts. - Best wishes, Toxis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BIANCA PARAGON A Tale Of Love Perfected by ...
Foreword: Dear Readers, here's my conclusion to the tale. Again, thank you to friend Avaro Le Banni, whose kindness has saved this story from the blowing sands. Hopefully, I will be posting more of my "lost" stories soon. -- Best wishes, Toxis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- BIANCA PARAGON A Tale Of Love Perfected by ...
After a night of drunken debauchery, the futa goddess Bianca found herself locked away in a cell in the local county jail. She was being charged with disorderly conduct and indecent exposure, and was escorted out of a dive bar called the Hot and Heavy Lady last night. Now, the morning after, Bianca woke up in a cell by herself, confused and incredibly hungover. This was the first time she ever got arrested, much less found herself behind bars, and the entire situation seemed so surreal. "I see...
Bianca woke up early, the cool air of an October morning creeping in through her bedroom window. She stretched, and then scratched her engorged futa ball sack. Bianca kept her genitals smooth and shaved; her foot long cock and her always-wet pussy never had a trace of hair on them, she made sure of that. She admired the lovely length and girth of her girl cock, which poked out of the bottom of her nighty, before climbing out of bed. Bianca tended to sleep in, especially on Sunday's, but today...
Bianca sat on the beach, lounging in a folding chair and enjoying the shade of an umbrella. She owned a beach house right on the oceanfront, and had the whole section of beach all to herself. She wore a neon pink top that barely contained her rather large breasts, and a pink thong that did little to contain her futa cock. From the side of her bathing suit bottom, her thick, long girl cock d****d across her upper thigh and onto the beach chair, glistening lightly with sweat. Her pussy was just...
MARCO LUCCHESE FROWNED IN annoyance. His manicured fingernails tapped on the inset leather top of his desk making muted ticks. A new cell phone lay on the desk in mocking silence. It hadn't rung all day. Where the fuck was Julian Blackmore and Bianca? The news out of Madrid had been a disaster. One dead, two in hospital. Thank God the dead one was his only contact. They would not lead the polizia to his doorstep. But FUCK! Marco slammed his fist down onto the cell phone. How hard could it...
Officer Goldsnatch pushed Bianca down one of the long, empty prison hallways. The other two prison guards held on tight to her arms, making sure she couldn't escape their grasp. "Having one of the other inmates suck that big, meaty cock of yours is one surefire way to rise the ranks in this place. But unfortunately for you and fortunately for me, I can't let that go unpunished."Bianca swallowed hard, her mind reeling at all the possible punishments Goldsnatch could have in store for her. She...
Bianca calls to April: “We’re back!” She goes over to April and kisses her sister on the forehead. Bianca then says: “I hope you behaved well and studied well when we were in Italy.” April quickly responds: “I didn’t misbehave, I just felt that I mistrust you two belong together.” Bianca immediately says: “Well, you had that wrong.” April asks: “Did you both enjoy yourselves?” Vittorio responds: “Yes, we did! We took long swims on the beaches, sight sighting Rome, relaxing on the canal...
ALDO EASED HIMSELF OUT of the bed as Marco slept quietly. Donning a silk bathrobe he slipped out of the bedroom and descended the curving staircase. Entering the study he found the prepaid cell phone in the desk drawer. From memory he dialled. "So, what have you found?" he asked as soon as the call was answered. He listened. He knew it! He'd been right. A Bianca Russo had passed border control into France from Spain in the company of a Mr. Julian Blackmore. It had taken too long to find...
Bianca is unsure about sex in the dunes. I’m meant to keep a lookout. Seriously Bianca: with your body as the competing outlook. Bianca and I are at the beach; secluded in the dunes. Love the coastline at this beach. Rolling, undulating, tussocky, and pristine. Just what two young people in bonding lust need. We can see the shape of the world around us but we are nicely separate and private from other roaming inhabitants: we think. It’s a warm Saturday afternoon yet the coastal car park...
LoveNote: this is my first story on this site, so any feedback will be much appreciated, however negative. I haven’t decided whether or not to continue this as a series, so let me know if you want more, or if this is a complete dead end. Monsieurmelontits ***** The long black spikes of her heels clicked across the floor, above them, a pair of powerful legs stepped with a confidence and purpose, but also a certain femininity. Her tight black skirt and stylish blouse were professional whilst still...
MARCO'S DISTRACTED MIND WAS brought to attention by the ringing of the front door bell. He walked down the wide marble-floored entrance hall, his heels making echoing clicks. He sipped coffee from a china cup as he walked. Who was calling so early? Opening the front door he greeted the Carabinieri officer standing stiff and formal. "Signore Lucchese, scusatemi per chiamare così presto, ma..." Twenty minutes later Marco fumed, anger boiling up like liquid lava, acidic and painful. Aldo...
"Good news, everyone," the Assistant Director stood in front of the cast and held up a text on his cell phone to show everyone, "the air conditioning will be back on tomorrow. I'm sorry for the heat today, but you all did a great job, regardless. Ms Weldon is giving notes to the other cast, but she'll be in to talk to you all as soon as she's done in there. Having said that, I have a few notes of my own..." John, Rose and Gloria shared a bench in the parking lot. They'd all moved...
Note: This continues the story "Anna" from her sister-in-law Bianca's perspective. So, to recap, Anna and Bianca are trans women in their mid-twenties. When they were boys in school, Bianca (then Blake) harassed Anna (Al), ruining her friendship with Bianca's twin sister Beth. Eventually, as trans women they become friends, Anna and Beth fall in love, Anna gets her GCS, and Bianca falls in love with Anna's book editor, Brandon. Anna is a romance novel writer. Beth and Bianca own a...
HumorMarco rolled over in bed reaching for the ringing cell phone. He glanced at the watch on the bedside table. Two seventeen in the morning. "Pronto," he snapped into the phone. "Mr. Lucchese, it's Paulo Conti. You told me to call at any time." "Si. What do you have?" Marco asked of his contact in the credit bureau. "We've picked up a credit card charge by Mr. Julian Blackmore." Marco's attention snapped into focus. "Tell me. Where?" Two minutes later he dialled, spoke sharply...
A stomach growl woke me. It was loud. It wasn't mine, either. Opening my eyes Bianca smiled apologetically at me and shrugged, her gorgeous blue eyes bright and twinkling. "Buongiorno, Julian. Ho fame. I'm hungry." Moving languidly, I kissed her. "Then let's eat." Her smile broadened. I watched when she rolled out of bed and bent to pick up her panties from the floor. A pale yellow ribbed cotton camisole, a gorgeous, spectacular bare ass, and compact buttocks moving delightfully...
Bianca is too stunning in her red lingerie to escape the bathroom without some internal male moisture being added to her pretty exterior bodily lotion. Bianca is in the bathroom. I swear she spends more time there than the bedroom. She is always prepping herself. I mean don’t get me wrong, she gets it all right; from her succulent soft lotioned skin, to the scents she chooses on her body, her lightly plucked eyebrows and that goddamn mascara she uses that drives me wild as I look into her...
LoveCOPING -or- I COUNT MYSELF IN NOTHING ELSE SO HAPPY AS IN A SOUL REMEMBERING MY FRIENDS John woke up a bit late the next day. He remembered falling asleep on the couch with his head in his mother's lap, but he woke up tucked snuggly in his bed. He couldn't remember being moved. Before he reached the kitchen, he could hear his mother talking to Rose and Ed in the screened-in room. He couldn't hear the words, but the tone was full of pity. That was worse than sympathy. He...
This continues "Bianca," so there are plot references that occurred in that story. Bianca Takes Charge Chapter 1: Remembrances of Things Past "Hey Zoe, have you seen Beth anywhere?" Zoe is tending bar by herself for the first time and seems a bit perturbed by my question as she tries to make a margarita for a cross dresser sitting alone at the end of the bar. As soon as she delivers her concoction, she looks at me, rolls her eyes and discretely points to the floor behind...
Bianca is by far the prettiest in both her lovely looks and radiation of readyness for sex experimentsBianca is by far the sexiest of my four fine invitees for intimate interviews and some sexy inspectionBianca starts her tale as she sits stark naked with her legs wide spread in front of me for interviewBianca starts to tell about her first sexy memories of feeling fine tinglings in her tight tasty twatBianca remembers her time at basic school and the school yard with some wooden equipment to...
TIME FOR EXPLANATIONS -or- IF SO, BE PATIENT, SISTER John put his carryon bag in the back of Nancy's CR-V. He glanced at her before he closed the back door. She was obviously angry with him and he couldn't understand why. He was an adult. If he wanted to wear a dress, what difference did it make to her? This was going to be a long ride home. He closed the back door, opened the front and climbed into the vehicle. "Well," she put the car in gear and pulled out into the flow...
SAYING GOODBYE TO FRIENDS -or- PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW "The Pancake Man? This is the best place to have breakfast on The Cape?" Rose was not convinced as she and John walked up to the entrance of the decidedly unfashionable looking restaurant. It was painted a shade of nearly-black-brown that could only have been considered appropriate for a commercial venue in the 1970s. Immediately behind the fairly small building, an enormous water tower rose up and dwarfed both it and the...
BUILDING A WARDROBE -or- KNOW'ST ME NOT BY MY CLOTHES? John could hear laughter in another room as he struggled to open his eyes. His blurry surroundings were a bit off. He was in the living room, on the couch and the sun was shining in the east facing windows. He sat up, wiped the spittle from his cheek and pulled the crocheted blanket off. When he could think more clearly, he recognized the laughter was coming from his mother and Rose and, someone else - a guy.... It was Ed's...
THE BARN WAS EMPTY. It smelled of dust and dryness and hay. There was no one in the farmhouse when we'd arrived in search of a place to hide and rest, but it wasn't deserted - the property too well maintained. My clothes itched. I'd sweated in them and slept in them for the past three days, maybe more but I couldn't remember. I was tired, too. Bianca looked a bit bedraggled, her hair messy. She looked exhausted, her face drawn. Despite that, her Egyptian blue eyes were clear and bright...
Bianca always asks for that extra ten minutes to get ready to go out. Give me ten minutes with my love and... You know she takes forever to get ready. “Give me ten minutes okay,” you heard Bianca say and that was twenty minutes ago. She always looks sensational, smells good enough to eat before you get out the door. You have hooked into her in party room toilets because you just couldn’t wait to get her back home. She is so goddamn tempting in any sultry, slinky, fashionable,...
LoveTRYING AGAIN -or- PERSEVERANCE KEEPS HONOR BRIGHT "Please, just take this form and fill it out, then go see the lady at the end of the Hall for a number. Thank you." The plastered-on smile of the pretty, young woman sitting at the reception desk was anything but welcoming. She handed Rose the form, obviously unaware that she was part of the existing cast, and turned her attention to the next person in line. She had never even glanced at John. The questionnaire was on bright pink...
FIGURING IT ALL OUT -or- THE WEB OF OUR LIFE IS OF A MINGLED YARN "Well, look what the cat dragged in," Marilyn teased as John and Rose entered the screened room of the cottage. "Did you two have a good talk?" She had a strong suspicion that these two had not spent the evening just talking, but if, after the revelations of the day before, Rose had been able to do anything to make Johnny feel sexually adequate, then that was a good thing. John kissed his mother. "We did, mom. I'm...
Checking the speed carefully and adjusting the helm, I glanced back behind the Riva. Bianca's hair had grown longer in the last year. It now streamed out behind her. She still insisted on white bikinis but was now, at fifteen and a half years old, filling them out with slightly more mature lines, yet she remained a slender, willowy girl. I watched her ride the single water-ski, holding the towrope handle with one hand, her other waving to me - the signal. She gave me a smile. I waved back,...
Early that afternoon, I decided to chill by the Encore Beach Club for a while, maybe even take a swim at the pool. I was in my black two-piece swimsuit with a jeweled triangle top and bikini bottom, I even wore a black hat to cover my hair from the sun. I even got a couple of compliments on my swimsuit by fellow guests and pool loungers. I then went to my hotel suite, changed clothes, and went down to the casino; I even won thousands of dollars on the roulette table playing my lucky number. I...
Free Bianca. By Tanya H. Sleepy sex... oh, my favourite. Love that feeling, coming to - warm and heavy - sleep soft, dreamscapes fading to find your body is more awake that you are. Mmmmm... I'm on my side, facing the wall with my back to my lover. Bold, but gentle hands weaving magical patterns over my skin; my waist, the rise and fall of my hips, the curves of my behind. And there, a warm finger edges along the good place between my cheeks with the promise of penetration to...
Our neighborhood is is full of sexy women, and I love the fact that several of them share my taste for lesbian sex. However not everyone on the block is into that. Bianca is a young sandy haired blond whose husband owns a local car dealership. I think she just turned thirty and has the tight body of a teenager. Bianca isn’t technically a MILF, not having any c***dren, but the young housewife is still the dream of many men in our neighborhood, both young and old. She gives Brandi a run for her...
Series 7, Episode 5: Bianca Woodman (52), from Sunderland We open on the kind of ugly post-modern concrete structure that was all-too-popular in the UK in the 70s and 80s. Low, oddly shaped, drab coloured. Attempts at landscaping have failed to make it look any more impressive. Light rain falls against a grey sky. Inside, we see council workers hard at work (for the cameras), before we come to rest on one particular member of staff, walking along a corridor ahead of us, a couple of files...
Days rolled by since I pounded Elizabeth's tight asshole, and my cock craved a hole to fuck. My pussy quivered while my futanari cock stirred in my pants. The more pussy and ass I got, the more I wanted, feeding my sex addiction. I considered calling Sara, my futa friend, but decided against it. She had a big meeting coming up tomorrow and I didn't want to bother her. I decided to call Elizabeth again, but when I did, it went straight to voicemail. She must be at work, I thought. I tried...
It has been my mission to tame Vampriella Bianca for some time now. She had been terrorising the country side for three years, devouring men and women who would walk alone at night. Their bodies would turn up the next morning after being drained of blood by her. A few men has gone looking for her in order to stop her but they too had been, they had gone in unprepared to deal with her, not trained and not strong enough to deal with her sexuality and power. She had been known to use her sexual...
"Baby, wake up. Come on, I know you can hear me. Get up," I heard a familiar voice say. I wondered for a minute before remembering Diamico. He was a sexy angel. I just had amazing sex with him. Wow, that was enlightening. "No babe, wake up. Come on. It's been four days since we had sex. You've been in a coma. Come back to me. Don't let the sleep reclaim you."I had begun to process his words when I started to open my eyes and saw a very concerned Diamico. I tried to smile but I couldn't move my...
Fantasy & Sci-FiTHE LONG NIGHT -or- TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM "I don't know how much sounds like a lot of money to you, Mrs Foley..." "DOCTOR Foley," Marilyn interrupted Rita. She usually let the prefix alone when not on campus, but when dealing with people in other professions, it didn't hurt to remind them that her full name was 'Dr. Marilyn Foley, Ph.D.' "I'm sorry, you were saying?" Rita was in business mode, which Marilyn found a bit phony and she didn't love having people giving off the...
There are a lot of porn stars, nude models around the world. And everyone with different best assests, big breasts, small feets, roundish or huge asses. But nobody has the best combinations of those qualities better than Bianca Beauchamp. Big breasts and ass, which is also perfectly roundish, the right size of feets, and a pair of beautiful soles. Fortunately you're the one that could appreaciate that in first person. Your name is John Smith and you're Bianca's personal assistant. You acquire...
MILFForeword: Dear Readers, I wrote this story nearly 20 years ago. Now, thanks to my new French friend Avaro Le Banni, who searched his archive and forwarded a copy to me, I am pleased to post Bianca Paragon here. Here's part two of four parts. - Best wishes, Toxis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- BIANCA PARAGON A Tale Of Love Perfected by ...
Bianca Flaretum looks into the mirror and admires herself. Her body is luscious and jiggles in the right places, with tits as big as her head and an ass that's full and plump. Red hair crowns her head, tied back into pig tails, which have been used as "handlebars" on a number of occasions by her more aggressive partners. Dressed in a blue top which barely covers her entire chest, and a red skirt that clings to her hips, she is the living embodiment of men's wildest fantasies. Her nipples poke...
FantasyJill smiled contentedly to herself as the plane circled over the hills surrounding Malaga airport as it prepared to land. She tried to spot the hill and the little winding road which lead to the villa but once again the restricted view through the small window prevented this, as it had done many times before. She and her husband Rob had first rented the villa some 4 years earlier and had stayed there two or sometimes three times a year. Last year when they discovered that it was for sale they...
Welcome to the Life of Brett/Bianca. This story contains 2 type of storylines. 1: Battle of the sexes, a fighting competition of sorts where men and women fight each other to show who the superior sex is. 2: Follow Brett/Bianca through their life and decide what they do, who they do it with etc. This storyline will contain less ball- and cuntbusting. Now, who do you want to play as?
BDSM"Sara! Oh gosh! What are you doing here?!" I was balls deep inside of Miranda's pussy, and even in the embarrassment of getting caught in the act, I couldn't stop myself from thrusting upwards into her. Miranda, sitting on my lap, turned beet red, and looked at Sara, who still stood in the doorway in shock. "I was just...I wanted to run some ideas for my meeting by you...but I can tell you're busy..." Sara started to back away, but through her work skirt, I could see her futa cock begin to grow...
Jill smiled contentedly to herself as the plane circled over the hills surrounding Malaga airport as it prepared to land. She tried to spot the hill and the little winding road which lead to the villa but once again the restricted view through the small window prevented this, as it had done many times before. She and her husband Rob had first rented the villa some 4 years earlier and had stayed there two or sometimes three times a year. Last year when they discovered that it was for sale...
Foreword: This is my first serious piece of writing in quite a while so apologies if I write terribly. Please provide feedback whether you enjoyed it or not. There are 3 more main character chapters for the initial introduction. Bianca I The morning air was cool on her mostly exposed skin as she rounded the final corner on her morning jogging route. She liked running early in the morning, there was barely a soul in sight and it gave her plenty of time to think. The sun just beginning to...
God walked into the room and he looked pissed. I didn't know what to do so I hid behind Diamico. He walked closer to me and stopped in front of us. I was terrified and I didn't want to find out the cause of the visit. He reached out, grabbed Diamico and then flew away from the house. Teaere flew after them in a panic. Everyone else, myself included, sat there too afraid to move. I turned to look at them and as I was turning, I blacked back out. When I came to, I was in a dark room. I thought I...
Fantasy & Sci-FiI met him in Sweet Temptations. I didn't know where my friend was. She ditched me and left me drinking strawberry tequila. I was watching others dance then head to the sex rooms. I was curious as to what happened back there. I noticed him staring at me from across the room and he blushed and looked away when he realized he'd been caught. I walked over and introduced myself. "Hi. I'm Bianca. What's your name?" "I-I-I'm Diamico. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. Would you like to dance?" "Sure."...
Fantasy & Sci-FiBeatrice was my best friend. She was short and petite with a curvy waist, hazel eyes and long, brown hair and very beautiful.I was average height, thin with a big 32DD chest and an ass, dyed red hair and blue eyes. I usually wore makeup and she barely wore any. She had natural beauty.She was over at my house and we were discussing our boyfriends. She admitted she was unhappy with hers for some reason, and I was going to break up with mine soon. Hers was an ass and I was fed up with boys....
LesbianBeatrice was my best friend. She was short and petite with a curvy waist, hazel eyes and long, brown hair and very beautiful. I was average height, thin with a big 32DD chest and an ass, dyed red hair and blue eyes. I usually wore makeup and she barely wore any. She had natural beauty. She was over at my house and we were discussing our boyfriends. She admitted she was unhappy with hers for some reason, and I was going to break up with mine soon. Hers was an ass and I was fed up with boys....
MARCO LUCCHESE SLIPPED THE ringing cell phone from his grey silk suit pocket. "Scusi," he said softly, turning away from the small group of guests mingling in the expansive living room. He answered the call with a brusque, "Pronto." A dark cloud passed over his face. He smiled an apology to his guests and stepped out of the living room. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice lacking all civility, the smile vanishing to be replaced by hardness. "We found them in Cordoba, just as you...
Jenna sat at the foot of her bed, it was her first day in the new apartment. She had just turned 18, recently graduated, and had found a possible roommate for her apartment. After days of getting the apartment ready, she sat, wearing booty shorts and a tank top, her long brown hair thrown up in a messy bun. She was about to close her green eyes as she laid on the bed, but suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly hopped up and scurried out to the living room and looked through the...
Jenna sat at the foot of her bed, it was her first day in the new apartment. She had just turned 18, recently graduated, and had found a possible roommate for her apartment. After days of getting the apartment ready, she sat, wearing booty shorts and a tank top, her long brown hair thrown up in a messy bun. She was about to close her green eyes as she laid on the bed, but suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly hopped up and scurried out to the living room and looked through the...
Author's Note: I want to say thanks to everyone who left such great reviews on the first chapter! It's incredible to get that much feedback on a first submission. There's a lot of build-up with this entry, hopefully the payoff is worth it. You should go back and read Part I if you haven't yet. Thanks for reading, comments are always appreciated! Bianca's Assistant by Charlene B. II. Justin and his mother pulled up to the familiar driveway of the Sinclair house. She leaned...
Theresa lay on her bed under Erica's watchful eyes. She felt miserable. She'd failed her master, not once, but repeatedly. He'd done so much to please her, and all she'd done in return was anger him. She should have known better than to strike Jane, no matter the provocation. Master would defend himself as he saw fit; it wasn't the place of a would-be slave to strike a free woman, to usurp Master's right to do so if he wished, or to ignore the comment as beneath notice. Her heart was...
"What are y'all doin' tonight?" Draper asked Nate. "I'm gonna go see Mama after school, but no big plans after that. Probably be a good idea to take Nora somewhere," Nate muttered. "Probly, bein' it's Friday night. Wanna double? Last weekend was a kick..." "Sounds good. I'll talk to Nora," Nate agreed. "Cool. If 'Nisha gets grabby an' goes diggin' in my fly, won't be no uproar if we're with y'all," Draper chuckled. "You make it sound like you're sufferin'..."...
(Inspired by a true story) Groomsman Kevin and Jessica had been dating for the last two years and had been engaged for the last six months. They were ready to get married, settle down, and have a family together. However, controversy soon arose as the wedding plans were being formulated. Upon given the list of groomsmen by Kevin, the always curious Jessica did a background check on them all. Nothing too serious, just an online program that looked through their criminal histories,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...