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You couldn’t call what happened between me and Mr Burgess an affair”, because we never really made love, not physically, but what did happen had a very profound effect on my sex life. Exactly how it affected him I would never know.You may have already read about my inclinations towards exhibitionism, and how I would partly satisfy that urge with role-play with my old friend and lover Alex. (Look for “How I started being an exhibitionist”.) Mr Burgess flickered briefly but brightly into my...
Chapter 1 I'd interviewed for the job as the administrative assistant for the director of the communications division. I did all the application process with the secretary and another woman who I'd be working with and on my second visit I finally met the person who would be my actual boss - Karla. I immediately thought she was very sexy although she was obviously a woman in her middle 40's from what I could tell. She was a very snappy dresser and I thought immediately that I'd enjoy...
Karla never expected she'd find herself fucking a black man, let alone nine different black guys that night. But once the idea was introduced to her, it was all she could think about that entire day.A Midwest-grown girl in her twenties, Karla was always a girl full of both curiosity and promiscuity. As a teen she was very experienced when it came to sex, which included a few lesbian encounters in college. The one thing she had never experienced though was interracial sex. If there had been...
Karla never expected she'd find herself fucking a black man, let alone nine different black guys that night. But once the idea was introduced to her, it was all she could think about that entire day.A Midwest-grown girl in her twenties, Karla was always a girl full of both curiosity and promiscuity. As a teen she was very experienced when it came to sex, which included a few lesbian encounters in college. The one thing she had never experienced though was interracial sex. If there had been...
Victoria was at home sleeping one morning when she received an untimely phone call. The phone had startled her so that her adrenaline brought her to her feet fast to answer it, but her mind was still sleeping so she was half out of it. Vicky: "He-Hello? Oh Hi Karla...It's kind of early isn't it? Noon? Yeah I guess I could be there. Okay Bye."Vicky looked at her clock it was almost 4am. She put her head in hands as she tried to completely wake up and process the call. Why was Karla calling her...
Jess and Karla It had been around six months since I first met Jessica, while working at her home boarding out a loft space, and consequently hot sex with this stunning woman who happened to have great big cock! We had been seeing each other nearly every day since. We had been out for romantic diners, clubbing, the movies and sexy nights in, sometimes just cuddling watching TV, other times fucking all night long until falling asleep exhausted in each others arms. My friends didn't know or...
It was about 7:30am Sunday morning, and Karla and Vicky were still at it. The night before, Jaysin had brought them to this small arena in Rockville where they had filmed various different sex acts with fifty old black men ranging from 40 to about 70 years old. It had been truly a unique evening, one that neither girl had experienced before. After almost five hours of filming and fucking where they had both taken long old black cocks deep into all their holes, the girls had returned to the...
Karla and Vicky slept closely together in the same bed most of that Friday. They were exhausted and sore from the marathon gangbang that they had received just mere hours beforehand. Karla in particular had endured two separate sessions of black dick and was the worst for wear between the two of them. When you think about the sexual work these two ladies had gone through in only two days time, it truly was amazing. The average cock size of the eighteen big black men that had fucked them both...
Alfred was indeed ready for me, with Jake listening in. "Bert, please switch your thoughts to English. Make it easier for me to read you." "Yes, Alfred, I will try to do that. Did you do any work on this feature at all? I shudder to think of the headache I'm going to get from it." "No, I did not develop it any further. Remember, you chaps stopped me with your vetoes. If it cheers you up: I get those headaches too, every time I test it. Are you ready?" Again it did not take long to...
Alfred had done well. After breakfast he handed Elise a thick bunch of pages, texts and pictures alike. "Elise, there is so much to be found, I just printed what I thought to be most relevant. My tiny printer has its limits. It's fascinating stuff, I hardly slept. But also quite frightening, if I am to think that Lexa and I have to start all over. We won't have much time for anything else should we take a liking to the procedures." His chuckle was proof enough. He had recovered. Now for...
Helmut called me after ten days. He wasn't worried overmuch about the cost of Karla's stay, said she was much more stable now, yet he felt that she needed more treatment sooner rather than later. What should he, what could we do? I invited him over, told him that we had come up with a plan and wanted his opinion. When I showed him into my library early that evening, he was more relaxed than at any stage before. He carried a calm aura, a confidence hitherto lacking. "Berthold, I go...
I did enjoy refreshments at the eatery, even if my late lunch turned out to be a rather noisome affair. Don't they keep pupils at school any longer? Rude crowds of them, screaming, shouting, slamming chairs about. Great fun to them, tolerated by the suffering waitresses because of the lots of easy cash they had to spend. At home I retreated to my office and used my small unit with its Heavy Matter to chat with Alfred. "Alfred, can you spare some time for a little talk?" "Yes, Bert, I...
Helmut was fast off the mark, in both instances. He invited Elise to his house, claiming he needed advise in running the household. They all sat down to discuss their problems, real or imagined, Elise acting as catalyst or moderator mostly. Soon after the initial warm-up, she sent Helmut on his way. For Elvira and Charlotte the extent of the problems was not a surprise. They were quite shocked, however, to learn about our involvement. Elise is inherently unable to lie, I know that. If she...
"Karla, let's carry on. Some problems cannot be solved while sitting down. Besides, I'm getting hungry and thirsty." Without a word, she got up and started walking along the trail, her dejected bearing sufficient proof of her desolate state. I used her silence to try and formulate answers in my head, without much success. Eventually, I spoke again. "Karla, some of our best thinkers have pondered this question throughout the ages: Why were our reproductive tools coupled with our...
Katherine Jackson had pestered her husband for a new car, preferably a new SUV for several months, even before she had developed an appetite for his cock. The Chevy Tahoe that she had driven for the last 6 years seemed so old when compared to what her friends were driving. The sexy wife had taken the day off from work and had searched the internet for the perfect vehicle that would fit her lifestyle but yet was practical for driving their children to and from their activities. Finally she...
Where do I even begin?I was 20 before I met a girl who was even remotely interested in me. Or at least, I was 20 before a girl was into me and I knew it.Women have always been a mystery to me. From the first crush of my elementary school days to the unyielding love I feel for someone now, I have never understood anything about women.I was introduced to Karla through my best friend, Eric and his girlfriend, Sam. They had tried to set us up once before, behind my back, on my birthday, but she...
First TimeWe were both very much relieved when the ordeal was over. Once more she disappeared into the bathroom as I cleared away the few tools of my trade. We had a late lunch then and talked of trivia while we were at it. The good times they had here when the girls were small, the nice summer holidays, weekends in early autumn, before everything took a turn for the worse. "The change came gradually. About two three ago. Something must have happened at work. He never talked about it, he just turned...
Not expecting to find nourishment at home, I had a pleasant and sumptuous lunch along the way. Fresh crumbed trout baked to perfection and eaten in the shade of huge chestnut trees, a couple of glasses of tart white wine, no dessert. Gluttony wasn't on my mind. Kamilla was right, we had to bring Karla back by concentrating on the simple things. If the weather held up, Alfred should take her on walks through the fields and forests in the mornings. Let her decide when to talk and when to...
Fred Jackson glanced over at the clock and then back outside. His wife should be home any minute. He had removed all of his clothing and threw them in the corner. He stood naked in the hallway as he glanced down at his semi-erect dick. He couldn't wait for what he was about to do to his wife. He had done nothing during the past few days at work but read parts of 50 shades of Grey. Fred had read about the role play, bondage, and dominating. He easily related to the characters with his wife's...
The day after Katherine Jackson had given her first blowjob and allowed her husband to shoot his cum all over her beautiful freckled face she had spent the day at work in a daze. The professional business woman's head was in her hands as she couldn't concentrate during her meetings or on any simple task. She and her husband hadn't had a chance to talk after what she had done. When Fred left to go pick up their children from daycare she took a shower and her breasts were full, her nipples...
Katie raised her arms over her head and grabbed the headboard. Her husband fucked her harder. Her body moved on the bed back and forth while she raised her pelvis to meet her husband's hard cock as he fucked it in and out of her wet cunt. It was just an hour ago that she was at work and let a young couple know they didn't qualify for a loan and then disciplined another employee from a different branch. A few days ago she had fired another employee for continued policy violations. She was...
That did it. She turned a deathly pale, made some funny little fluttery movements with her hands and, her face a close copy of Edvard Munch's 'Scream', crumpled senseless on the ground before I could even stir to catch her. The commotion was enormous. Nobody had paid any attention to us while we were talking. Now, all came running, Elvira and Charlotte reaching us first, Helmut in the midst of the throng. Like a proper cad, I had to compound my misdeeds. When both girls stooped to assist...
Katie Jackson walked hand in hand with her husband through the mall. She enjoyed any time spent with her husband. He had taken an obvious interest in her attire and she appreciated his opinion about what he liked as she put on tight skirts or revealing blouses. It felt differently around him and it was incredibly exciting. Fred had taken the afternoon off from work to spend time with his wife. He stood patiently around the stores as she tried on a variety of different outfits. He had noticed...
Since I had to wait for Helmut to take me home, I sat down outside on a shady bench next to the brook. He would certainly spot me there whenever he was ready. I would have a little talk with Alfred in the meantime. He answered my call instantly. "Alfred, a full download please. There is not much time and we must act immediately." "Sure, Bert, prepare yourself, think English." As before, the download was quick and painful, much worse than ever before. However, Alfred had the full...
Helmut, though he held his peace, was not quite satisfied with my answer, that much was certain. Alfred rejoined us after some lengthy interlude and addressed the problem immediately. "Helmut, it is as I suspected. Your wife has been subjected to the most convoluted and cruel brainwashing imaginable throughout her childhood. Yet, she has shown astonishing resilience. Without that, she would not have been able to marry you, would not have allowed you to become intimate with her. This...
Fred and Katie pulled into a parking lot that was close to their tailgate spot in Lawrence, Kansas. An evening game vs. Kansas State was always a good time even though it most likely meant a loss for the Kansas Jayhawks. Fred and Katie both had graduated from KU and were avid followers of the football and basketball teams. Fred usually attended the games with his college friends but Katie was adamant that she wanted to attend the games this season. Since her sexual awakening a few months ago...
It had been several months since the Jackson's sexual awakening. The happy couple had more sex than ever and had developed more spontaneity in their sex life. They would have fast 15 minute fuck sessions when they got home from work and before they would have to go pick up their children at the daycare. It had been seven days since they last had sex as Katie had just finished her period. Fred had hoped Katie would give him a much needed release during that time of the month with her mouth...
Please, read the prequels if you like this Story: Karla’s first step to be a Fuck Sow www.sexstories.com/story/105721/ Karla’s Brainwashing Room 1 – Lesbian Stitches www.sexstories.com/story/104312/ Karla's Brainwashing Room 2 - Weird lesbian punishment www.sexstories.com/story/105234/ ============================== Karla's Brainwashing Room 3 - Anonymous Doll I almost can’t remember my name is Karla, or is it not? I’m bombarded 24/7 in this brainwashing room with images of...
My lengthy discussion with the doctor was enlightening, to say the least. When he insisted too strongly that I was at fault, I obfuscated by telling him about her parents, their sectarian believes, their zealous application of stupid man-made rules regarding bodily functions. He was hopping about on his mental toes immediately. "Thank you. This explains some of the problems we are having with the patient. You are not family, I cannot tell you of my findings with her. Yet, there exists some...
Setting things up with Alfred was easy. We all met on the Island to decide how we would go about it. Earlier, Elise had me drive over to the country inn near the chalet and declared it suitable for us. "For us, dear?" "Yes, of course for us. Don't you think that I have earned a holiday, after all this turmoil you created? Don't worry. I won't interfere with the treatment. However, I think that you should let Karla know that I am near. If she needs support or solace, I shall be there...
While settling accounts with the inn, I mentioned to our landlady that we would have to come back for orgies at some other date. We simply forgot to indulge. She was clearly curious to know what our stay was all about, but rather than ask told us that we were welcome back at any time. A good hostess. We were quite relieved to return to our normal lives once more. Alfred spent a few more days with us, discussing all that had happened, what could have been handled differently, perhaps better....
When we returned from our extended walk there still was no outward sign of life at the inn. Even the chicken were list- if not entirely lifeless. Granny had disappeared. We took the liberty of unlocking the taproom, switched on a few lights, opened a couple of windows. I knew how to work the taps, switched on the pumps and pulled myself a large Pilsener, found an opened bottle of half-decent white wine, filled a glass for Elise. Eventually we heard the roar of the tractor outside, much...
It was good to see Kamilla smile again. Alfred let her tell about their visit to that man of God, though she broke out in giggles and hiccups occasionally. "You should have been there to watch and listen. Alfred drew him out, once he found his breath in that horrid stench, that is. He pretended to be keen to hear all about his version of Christian faith since it seemed to be so divinely inspired. The sad silly sod swallowed all the rubbish Alfred fed him. When he was told that the fame of...
School-free meant we had a lot of time on our hands, too. Weeknights often allowed partying till about midnight or 1 AM in our burg, and we thought nothing of it but I found out later that was unusual ... put it down to our 'cosmopolitan' makeup. Katie usually went out with 'the girls' and I with the guys, of course. When we could get some money together, we sometimes had outside parties during the warm nights, usually at one of the remote barns on my dad's farm. One in particular was...
Katherine Jackson thumbed through her notes while sitting on the couch. She needed to be ready for her interview at the Bank of the West for a management position tomorrow morning. It was an opportunity that was hers for the taking and she wanted to be prepared for any question the Board of Directors could ask her. It had been four weeks since her night in Wichita and she desperately tried to forget what she had done. She had never been so ashamed in her entire life but at the same time...
The small exhibition was a great success. Right in the centre of the circular cluster of six houses the company had erected a large open tent, tables and chairs arranged around a bar and buffet. It had not rained for a few days, the grounds were dry, the many people able to go in and out of the houses without mucking up things overmuch. Upon arrival we were met by Helmut who was very pleased to see us and promised to show us around. "But let us have a drink first. Perhaps a bite too and...
The reformed harridan came back soon. "Sir, the gentleman asks you to wait here. Says he won't be long." I did not mind a little time to rest and think over happenings so far. We had to be extremely careful now. Neither Helmut and Karla nor the attorneys could ever hear about this visit. And we dare not tell anybody what we did. And to whom! Alfred told me later that the girls were not allowed to use the common rooms. Their meals were brought to them. Their quarters, a suite actually,...
He stepped around so she could see him, she looked up, her face was a ruin of tear stained makeup, grief filled her reddened eyes. She caught her breath when she saw him looking down on her, she lowered her phone and challenged, “What?” “What’s going on Morgan, what’s wrong?” His sister lifted the phone to her ear, “I’ll call you later Becky,” pause, sniffle, “Yeah, my brother is here.” She sat up, cross-legged on her bed and wiped her nose with a wad of tissue, “I screwed up big time,...
Mrs. Jackson sat in her office and swiveled on her chair as she stared blankly at the computer screen. Regret filled her mind as she thought about what she had done with the Best Buy Geek Squad employee. But at the same time she felt an unexpected excitement fill her body. She licked her lips slightly as she thought she still tasted his cock and cum across her mouth. She couldn’t get his voice out of her head as he told her he couldn’t stop watching her video of her giving Fred a blowjob in...
What must have been hours later, we both were awakened when Morgan came back to the dorm room. "Yo sleeeeeepy heads," Morgan said. "Oh, what time is it?" Chris asked. "It's about 5pm" Morgan said. "We needed a nap," Chris said. "I can see that," Morgan said. "Dave was just going," Chris said. "Morgan could you hand me my underwear off the pile on the chair?" I asked. "No. You'll have to fetch them yourself," Morgan said. "You just want to see his cock!" Chris...
I had been out of graduate school for a while, and was bumping along with my interior decorating business. My business was good, and I had developed a rather loyal following of clients...oddly enough, all women. I was often told by my clients that it was wonderful to find a man who was so very visual. A few times they went on to say, "You know, most people who are as gifted visually as you are, are either gay men or woman." At first the comments bothered me, but after a while I figured...
I woke up with a leather hood over my head. I couldn't see. I couldn't speak. My hands and feet were tied to the bed. I began to whistle to get some attention. "He's awake. I'll get the mask off," said Morgan. Morgan removed the mask. She was wearing a robe. Next to her stood Chris, who was also wearing a robe. "Can you untie my hands and feet?" I asked. "You were thrashing around, so we tied your hands and feet so you wouldn't hurt yourself," Chris said. "And you were making...
Next day I was over for diner. their house was not well kept but they welcomed me and called their teen children down to see me. Billy came down first and then Morgan, both home from college. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Morgan. Many a guy may not find her exciting but I jumped at the sight. Morgan is about 5 foot 3 and a small build. Her breasts are smallish but perky. She had a white T-shirt and her breasts barely pushed out but her nipples poked out. Her auburn hair was a...
By the time Morgan and Chris moved into the new high rise apartment building, I had briefed the Dungeons and Dragons Club to refer to me as "President Dave" instead of "Dave the Dungeon Master" to anyone who asked. I explained I was now dating Morgan, and while D&D players would see the "Dungeon Master" as a huge title, the rest of the world would think I was some kind of S&M freak. The press and papparazzi tsunami began the day after Entertainment Tonight talked about us....
I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her. She was down the hall, maybe ten yards distant, walking away from me with my boss, and she was wearing a short tight skirt that showed off her well-shaped little ass and legs. She was young, well less than half my age, probably in her early twenties I correctly guessed. She was petite, a half-head shorter than me and couldn’t weigh over a hundred pounds. Her hair was dark and sort; a ‘pixie’ cut, I think they call it. She turned and I noted that...
Josh and I hung out until Morgan got home. Morgan had on loose sweat pants and a loose sweat shirt. She had gone conservative in her clothing. We eyed her closely as she walked through the kitchen. “Morgan, stop a minute. Spin around. Josh wants to get a better look.” Red Faced Morgan stopped and turned around. “Sweetie, those clothes don’t flatter you. Take off that Sweat-shirt.” “Bob! I don’t have anything underneath.” “I smiled, that’s good.” Morgan looked puzzled, unwilling....
I edited and rewrote some lines in this story. This story was written to see if there are genres that I can write that I have no experience in, and make it real enough for people to enjoy. I was surprised at how well people received my story. Thank you in advance for reading my work. Tom ((((((((((At the End of part 1))))))))))) When we last left Tom and Morgan, after the death of her mom and a drunken interaction with her Daddy, they were both having fantasies about each other. Morgan was...
Neal pulled the lateral bar down and watched the weights rise up, relishing the strain he felt in his deltoids. Going to the gym had been an intimidating impossibility at first. But then it became a comfortable after-work routine, something to fill his evenings with. And then gradually, it had become something to look forward to because of times like this, when he was lifting more weight than he’d ever thought possible before. Back when he was a fat kid, he never would have imagined that...
I edited and rewrote some lines in this story. This story was written to see if there are genres that I can write that I have no experience in, and make it real enough for people to enjoy. I was surprised at how well people received my story. Thank you in advance for reading my work. Tom Tom and Morgan, Growing Together, chapter 1 A Father/Daughter Story... She was only sixteen years old when first she heard the word Cancer in her house. The house that she lived in with her mother and...
“Hi, Uncle Andy” I heard a voice behind me. It was Morgan, Rachel’s best friend and nearly constant companion during the school year. “There goes my chance for any pussy” I thought to myself. “Good day, Morgan” I replied cheerfully. “How has your summer been so far?” “Oh, very good” she said. “I’ve had several wonderful new experiences”. She looked me directly in the eye and winked. “What’s that about?” I wondered to myself. Morgan and Rachel couldn’t look further apart but were best friends....
Morgan had blonde, steely blue eyes, a great shape, and a nice butt, especially in jeans. She was rather tall for a women, but very attractive, and she had an innocence about her that was alluring too. Morgan was always very friendly and I was definitely interested in her, but being I was a lot older than she was, I felt there was know way she’d be interested in me. I wanted to run into as much as possible, hoping to talk with her, and even if it was only in passing, I always hoped the...
Morgan had an affliction. It began when she was twelve years old, she began to grow at an alarming rate. Now her mother and father were of normal height, there was not any strange growth stories in their family. Morgan’s parents took her to doctors, trying to find out why she was growing. Nothing was ever proven, she was a normal healthy young woman. When she was fourteen she was six one, still a skinny girl who had to suffer the torments of being the tallest girl in school. She never went on...
Morgan and Sally spent the evening cuddling and caressing each other before showering together. After their shower Sally led Morgan to his room. The evening of close contact and then the shower had both of them worked up but they stuck to Sally’s promise to Alice and brought each other off with their mouths before settling to sleep. By four in the morning Morgan was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He had been awakened by a DREAM, for Morgan a DREAM was far different from a...
“Look up at me Morgan.” Looking into her eyes, how could it get any better, a sweet little teen, Bacon and Eggs and a blowjob. I was ready to cum. “Morgan, get your breakfast plate.” She gave me this stupid look. “Bitch, can’t you fucking hear me.” “Morgan got her plate. As she looked on I jacked my cock until my spunk shot over her eggs. You should have seen the look on her face. The cum covered the egg yokes. “This needs a little topping.” I spit on top of the eggs and gave...
Josh was laughing watching surveilence camera. Morgan was laying crying on the floor cum on her face. “Look at that bitch crying. Fuck Yea. Wish he would have reamed that tight ass. Bob, you ever see anything like this?” I had mixed feelings, Morgan was my friend but this was hot. I couldn’t let Josh know I felt at all bad for Morgan” “This is choice, Fucking slut had it coming.” I yelled. “Oh, poor little cunt is cryng.” “That cum running down her face was priceless. We laughed...
The band's encore faded out and the final set for the night came to an end. Pumped-up festival-goers began to pour out of the arena looking to take the party elsewhere – probably to a field somewhere, in true country style. I took one look at the human traffic jam at the arena gates and decided to stay put and wait out the crowd. As the crowd thinned, I noticed the blanket of red plastic cups and other rubbish that had been discarded all over the grassy arena. Still buzzed with energy from the...
OutdoorMorgan returned from college to be abused by father and brother. She befriends Bob next door who she did not realize was secretly photographing her. Bob along with his friend Josh continue abuse of the girl. Bob gives Morgan slut clothes and takes her to a garage where she helps to pay the Bill. Now outside in a bad neighborhood her troubles...
Billy shoved Morgan over to her dresser facing the mirror. “ Lean forward bitch. Spread your legs.” Her dad slid in behind her. He could see himself behind her in the mirror and his daughters young face streaked with tears looking in the mirror. Billy grabbed the bitch by the hair. “Ready for daddy slut.” Dad played with Morgan’s cunt teasing her with the tip of his cock. “Dad, please don’t, no, not AGGGHHHH.” Morgan cried out as her dad penetrated her with deep, violent thrust. He...