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Adults only warning: This story contains scenes of violence and explicit sexuality, and is not meant for children or the sensitive. If such things offend you, don’t read this story.

This story is very loosely inspired by the plot of the opera “The Flying Dutchman” and by an old Twilight Zone episode whose title I have forgotten. Nearly all of the roles are played by professional wrestling characters such as the Undertaker, Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Paul Bearer, but that is not essential to the point of the story. It is a tale of violence, damnation, and lust, but it ends in a kind of hope. If that sounds like a queer juxtaposition…well, that’s the story of my life as a writer. It’s got a lot of story to go with the sex, but there is plenty of sex! I wrote this one in the summer of 2001, and I still enjoy re-reading it.

Summary: The Hellrider roams the lonely roads, a terrible task hanging over his head for eternity. Can he find salvation in the arms of a woman as damned as he?

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Deathbed
by Madame Manga

Part One

“Oh, hell,” I said, and kicked my shredded tire. The compartment for the spare was empty. I had forgotten that Roy had had a flat the previous week, and this was his BMW–I’d taken it instead of my car for no particular reason that I could remember. Earlier that morning, three hundred miles east of here, I hadn’t been thinking very clearly about such things, of course. I’d never thought to check whether he’d replaced the spare.

I sat down in the driver’s seat of the BMW and closed my eyes both in exasperation and against the glare of the afternoon sun. A hundred and fifty miles to go to Papa’s house, and it might as well have been the dark side of the moon without a working car. But it was a miracle that the blown tire hadn’t sent the car completely out of control, I had been driving too fast for my ability since I was in such a hurry, and the abrupt left-hand curve had taken me by surprise. Someone else had been taken by surprise as well, since he had spilled some of his load of used lumber, complete with big bent nails sticking straight up like police roadblock spikes.

The thought of police did nothing to ease my mind–if they were after me by now, I had no way to run. My right front tire had instantly exploded and sent me veering off onto the right shoulder. The ditch beside the road could have flipped the car on its roof if I’d gone in, it was sheer chance that I had stopped in time, though I had panicked and stomped on the brakes so hard that they had locked in a terrifying screech. There had been a rough jolt and a flash of light and an impression of tearing apart, but when I’d come to my senses I had been sitting on the shoulder, my skid marks still smoking. I looked at the four white wooden crosses set against the bank of the ditch to mark where a fatal accident had taken place. Someone had been watching over me, because by all rights, I should have been dead.

Dead. The realization sent a thrill through my body, centering between my legs, hot and fluid like blood or sex, such thoughts always affected me that way.

Perhaps it would have been best if I *had* died…a quick shock and all my troubles would have been over, out of my hands, forgotten. Death could have meant peace, I liked the idea of traveling an unknown road with death my only companion. Though where I might have ended up after taking the easy way out might have made the most troublesome life look like paradise. “Speaking of hell…” I muttered to myself. I’d once been a devout Catholic, but I told myself I didn’t believe in such things any more.

Well, as long as I wasn’t dead, I realized I had better call Papa to tell him I’d be late. Leaning into the car and reaching for my purse, I felt for my cell phone. My fingers first encountered the stock of the .32, since the revolver crowded the other contents aside as if to make itself manifest with a mind of its own. I pulled the gun out and put it on the passenger seat, removed a Snickers bar to get it out of the way as well, then found my phone and turned it on, pulling up the antenna. It beeped for a moment as it attempted to find a signal and failed. This was a country road that ran between hills, far from any town, and of course there wasn’t a cell tower in transmission range.

I jammed the phone back in my purse and swore. Papa wasn’t expecting me for another three hours or so, I hadn’t seen another vehicle on this road in thirty minutes at least, and since I’d taken this detour for the express purpose of avoiding the well-traveled freeways that crossed the state line, no one knew where I was. Even if Papa backtracked to find me, he wouldn’t realize I had wandered fifty miles north of my usual route, since I hadn’t told him my exact plans when I had called him that morning, I had been frantic to get on the road and had told him nothing but the bare facts. I was well and truly stuck unless someone stopped to help.

Where was the next house or ranch? I’d never driven this way before, so I had no idea, but probably the nearest people were miles away–I’d last passed a driveway and mailbox three quarters of an hour before doing seventy, and there were no fences or cows in sight. Nothing but rolling brown hills slashed with an occasional ravine, the black strip of road winding along a dry creekbed before ascending one of the lower hills some distance to the west, my direction of travel. It might have been the Sahara Desert for all the signs of life or settlement I could see.

Getting a map out of the glove compartment, I studied the route. No towns were marked along the road for twenty miles to the east and fifty miles to the west. I had two choices. I could stay with the car and hope someone came along before dark, or I could start hiking in the hot sun under the cloudless sky with no water and not much idea of my destination. I decided to stay with the car.

More than five hours later I was beginning to regret that decision. Not a single car had come along the road in all that time. The sun had declined to a point almost directly level with my eyes as I stood on the shady side of the baking-hot black BMW, it would set in less than thirty minutes. I would not only be stuck, I would be stuck after dark with no food or water on a lonely road without even the option of hiking out. I might have been a little scatterbrained that day, but I wasn’t stupid enough to walk a road I didn’t know in the dark of the moon without a flashlight. I could stumble straight into one of the ravines and never be heard from again. But I was hungry, having eaten the candy bar from my purse three hours before, and I was very thirsty, not having had a drink since I had left home. Was I going to have to stay here all night? It certainly looked like it.

A few Canada geese flew overhead, honking. I checked my watch for the fourteenth or fifteenth time: 7:30 P.M. and only a little bit of daylight left. The sun kept declining and touched the crest of the western hill, just where the road came over the ridge, my spirits sinking with it.

At that moment, at long last, I heard an engine. A faint sound approaching from the west, though still a long way off on the other side of the hill. “Thank you, God!” I said to the sky. It was probably a ranch pickup with a dog or two in the back and a guy with a cowboy hat driving–he could give me a ride to the nearest phone and maybe even something to drink. I was so thirsty my mouth had gone nearly dry. The sound of the engine suddenly increased in volume and something topped the ridge, centered in the disk of the dying sun.

Squinting against the light, I tried to make out what the vehicle was, but as it started down the slope towards me, it fell into the shadows on the eastern side of the hill. All I could see was a moving blotch wheeling
with the sunspots in my vision, the engine growing louder and louder. Deep, throaty hammer of pistons, I blinked into the twilight at the blotch. It wasn’t growing larger at a quick enough rate–too small for a truck. A compact car, or…a motorcycle. Yes, it was definitely a bike, since now I could see the blotch had only one headlight, and my ears could make out the distinctive throb of a Harley. I hadn’t had entirely good experiences with guys who rode Harleys, so the sound sent a wave of prickles over my skin.

I got into the still-hot car and glanced at the revolver on the passenger seat. It was unlikely that a man who rode on remote routes at dusk was a predator–how many unaccompanied women was he likely to encounter? Probably just a farm kid on his way home for dinner, I wouldn’t want to frighten him when he pulled up.

The sun slipped behind the hill and twilight spread over the valley just ahead of the approaching bike. I had a strange idea that the rider was bringing the shadows with him. I closed the car door and put the gun under the floor mat where it would be accessible just in case, and straightened up to look out the windshield at the rider, turning on my headlights to show him that there was someone in the car. He was about a quarter of a mile away now, rapidly approaching, and he had grown larger with proximity at a rate faster than that of his bike. It was a big bike, but he was a bigger man. No helmet, just a black bandanna tied over his forehead.

I flashed the brights a couple of times as a distress signal and the rider slowed, his head cocking at an angle as if he were sizing me up. I could see he had long hair under the bandanna and wore a black leather coat and jeans. As he braked to a stop on the gravel shoulder ten yards in front of the car, spotlighted in my headlights, I bit my lip with the beginnings of apprehension.

Part Two

He wasn’t merely a big man, he was huge. Shoulders like an eight-lane highway, enormous hands in black fingerless gloves, muscular legs that went on for miles. As he sat upright in the saddle of the big pearl-white Harley, his feet planted flat on the ground, his knees bent at enough of an angle that his thighs pushed up the folded flaps of the coat. How tall was he? He cut his engine and left the keys in the ignition, then flipped down the kickstand and dismounted with a deliberate swing of one of those endless legs.

I realized my heart was beating like a sledgehammer, I swallowed hard with a dry throat and nudged the revolver with my foot. A trickle of sweat ran down my cheek because the car was hotter than hell inside after sitting in the sun all afternoon, and I wiped it away. If I was going to get the gun out again I had better do it now, because the rider had tucked his sunglasses into his coat and was walking towards my car, his boots crunching on the gravel. He stood well over six feet–no, he stood well over six and a half feet. Close to seven feet tall, and the long leather coat lent him the air of a caped highwayman, the flaps swinging with his lengthy strides.

I wondered if I should open the door at all–I tried to remember articles I had read on what women should do if they had car trouble. What kind of man was he: honorable or otherwise? Could I even tell from his outward appearance? His face was large-featured and fair-skinned, marked with a reddish goatee and mustache a little darker than his collarbone-length hair, the edges of which glowed flame-colored against the sunset sky. Something about that face frightened me aside from its owner’s size, though its expression wasn’t overtly cruel or degenerate. It was set and grim and…indifferent. Indifferent to what? I couldn’t quantify that face, and I had little time to think it over. The rider had reached my car.

He tapped my hood with the fingers of one hand and glanced at the engine badging and the ruined tire, then came around to the driver’s window and put a hand on the roof. He had to bend a long way down to look through the window at me, nearly squatting on his haunches, and I met his eyes.

Narrow and penetrating under light brows, they looked strangely acid green, but that was probably a trick of the fading light, I thought. Their gaze held mine through the glass for a long moment, then moved over the interior of the car and my body, the rider finally meeting my eyes again as I examined him. He might have been in his late thirties, about eight or nine years older than I. An open denim shirt showed the upper contours of his pectorals and he wore a gold chain around his neck. His face was either too heavy-boned and Irish slope-nosed for beauty, or its virile irregularities fell together into a strangely compelling mix–I couldn’t decide on that aspect of it either. It wasn’t a clean-cut face, or a simple face. The mind and personality and experiences behind it had been shaping and battering it for a lifetime. The rider raised his brows slightly as if to inquire whether I was planning to roll the window down any time soon, and I flushed and rolled it down.

The outside air was growing chilly and somewhat damp, moving the evening’s scent past my face, I caught road dust and engine smell and something even warmer from the rider’s body: sharp saltiness with a musky undertone. It was like worn leather or dried meat, something neither alive nor dead: in arrested decay. All the muscles of my thighs and pelvis tensed for a moment. I’d always noticed that if you liked a man’s smell, the rest might not matter much. He could be a pipsqueak or a gun control advocate and still he could do just fine in bed if you liked his smell. And the rider wasn’t a pipsqueak by a long, long shot.

“Evenin’,” he said.

“Uh…hello,” I replied.

“You’ve been sitting here a long time, girl.”

My eyebrows went up–how did he know? “Your engine’s cold,” he said by way of explanation. Looking at me very carefully, he took a deep breath through his nose, I had the impression he was evaluating my scent the same way I had his.

“Oh. I got a flat about two this afternoon. See that lumber there, with the nails? I almost ran off the road and I’m not sure how I–” The rider silently asked a question again and I said, “There’s no spare and I don’t know this road, so I thought it was better to stay in the car. I might have tried to walk out if I’d realized how little traffic there is along here. You’re the first person I’ve seen since I…”

Again my muscles tensed, the flutter in my stomach probably visible through my jeans, because admitting how alone I was seemed dangerous. I wished I had put the gun in my pocket, though a dinky .32 might not have made much impression on a near-seven-foot monster like the rider unless I hit dead center. I knew how to use a gun, of course, but I wasn’t a hand-to-hand fighter, and even if I had been, my potential opponent’s size advantage alone would have defeated me before I ever got started. A gun was an equalizer, the only one available to a small woman like me.

“Blew a tire on the curve and almost ran off the road.” His voice was low and measured with a strong taste of Texas in it. I saw his brows crease and his tongue ruminatively push out his cheek, and he looked up and down the road and at the skid marks and the car and me as if he were visualizing what had happened. Glancing at the four white crosses, he seemed to come to a conclusion and nodded slightly to himself.

“Yes, that’s what I said. So I guess that I’ve–”

“Been waiting just for me?” he said, straightening up without even the ghost of a smile. “Come on, get out.”

“W-what?”

“Get out of the car, girl.” He rapped on the roof with a note of mild impatience. “Fancy set of wheels, but it’s not going anywhere right now. I’ll take you where you need to be.” Pointing his chin at his bike, he looked down at me. I didn’t move. How could I put myself into the hands of
a man like him, a formidable stranger whose trustworthiness was entirely unknown? He smiled slightly, the first time he had done so. The expression improved his looks considerably–all the angles of his face realigned, and my heart jumped. “Now, this is assuming you don’t want to sit here until someone else happens to come this way, tomorrow or the next day. I could be wrong.” When I didn’t immediately reply he shrugged slightly and turned, heading back to his bike.

I made a quick decision and scooped up the .32 from under the mat, inserting it into my purse out of his line of sight, then unlocked the door and rolled the window up again before getting out. I turned off the headlights and put on my jacket. The rider had already started his Harley and rode it slowly up to the side of the BMW as if he’d known all along that I would agree. I locked the door and looked around.

The rider’s eyes were directed at my rear end, but again I had the impression of indifference. “’Least you’re dressed all right for a bike. Get on.” I slung my purse over my shoulder and pulled it around to my back to avoid banging the gun against him and betraying its presence, then stood up against the bike and put a tentative hand on the saddle. The rider looked around at me. “You ever ridden before?”

I blushed a little, I knew I didn’t look much like a biker babe, though I wore (designer) jeans and an (expensive) leather jacket. “Uh, yes. A while ago. With a helmet.”

“Sorry, don’t have one.” He cocked a brow at me. “You could just say a prayer and trust that I’m the one to keep you safe.”

I didn’t feel the least bit safe with him, not in any respect, but I didn’t have a lot of choice, so I put a foot up on a piece of chrome and struggled to mount the high back of the saddle, I was only five foot four in three-inch heels and obviously this bike hadn’t been chopped low, not with a rider nearly seven feet tall. He turned and picked me up, lifting me effortlessly into place and flipping out the passenger foot pegs. I gasped a little, both in in awe at his strength and in disturbance at his touch. Those hands were so large they completely spanned my admittedly small waist.

“Hang on,” he said, pivoted the bike and took off in the direction from which he had come.

I grabbed him around the waist and hung on as he told me. Into the reddening sunset he rode, his hair whipping in the wind far over my head and the leather coat bellying like a spinnaker. “Where were you aiming to go, girl?” he asked over his shoulder, raising his voice to be heard above the roar of the bike.

“My Papa’s house. I was supposed to be there by four, so I’m hours late. He’s probably tracking me with bloodhounds by now.”

He grunted, which I felt more than heard, as I was pressed against his back and embracing his body with both arms. “Yeah? Where?”

“He lives more than a hundred and fifty miles southwest of here, so I’m not asking you to give me a ride there. All I need is to get to a phone.” This sounded ungrateful. “Um, thank you.”

The rider grunted again. “No, you don’t need to get to a phone, you need to get to someplace to spend the night. No one’s sending a tow all the way out here until morning, girl.”

At the age of thirty, I thought I had outgrown being called ‘girl’, no matter how small I was. “My name’s Irene.” It wasn’t, but I felt the need to introduce myself although he hadn’t asked me to. I wanted to know his name in any case, though I wasn’t willing to tell him mine for a number of reasons. “What’s yours?”

“You can call me Deadman,” he said after a moment’s consideration. He pronounced it like two words run together, not like a surname. I laughed a little, a name like that must be a biker handle. He seemed to feel the laugh the way I had felt his grunt. “No, it ain’t my given name. But that isn’t yours either.”

“Huh? How’d you know?” I felt my hands tense around him.

“I knew.”

“Oh.” This was not a guy who let anyone put anything over on him, obviously, not even minor details of fact. “Well, ‘Irene’ is going to have to do.”

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As I continued on my knees, I felt my little thong riding up my tight little butt. My skirt got in the way of spreading my legs and my tube top and my skin was all sticky with cum. Thankfully, I wouldn’t be wearing any of this much longer. Their watching eyes so aroused my slutty nature. I took off my tube top and skirt leaving my fishnets and six inch heels. I also wore a black thong and bra with the pink mesh that made me feel hot and sexy. I made a conscious effort to shake my hips and moan...

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3 Dying WishesChapter 2

He awakened alone in the room. Night had fallen and the room was an eerie shade of gray. Where was Rose? She was still lying beside him when he fell asleep and his first thought was of her sneaking out to meet a boy for sex. She was fully capable to following through with her threat and with her looks it wouldn't be very difficult to find some horny teenage boy waiting in the wings. Feeling his blood boil he caught himself squeezing his fist in a fit of rage. But why was he so angry? Was it...

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Online fun part 4

Part 4: Feedback is certainly appreciated! Either as a review here, or feel free to message me on kik (albatrossiv), I'm trying to keep each section shortish and easy, drawing on personal experiences. As a quick recap, Riley has been left by the last dom in control, still caged (the keys now in a bucket of ice in the freezer), a vibrating plug once again stuffed in his ass, dressed in lingerie and as a schoolgirl, with his balls chained to a spreader bar between his...

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I want you

I want you. I have for a while now however I have been able to control these strong feelings; until now. Your leg brushes against mine. I can't take the tension any more. In one swift move I grab your hand and place it above your head against the wall behind you simultaneously kissing you hard on the lips. Caught off guard you resist – but not for long. Soon we are making out, passionately French kissing. I ease of you “Lets go some were more private”. You can only nod in response. We fall onto...

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SRU Sobibor

SRU: Sobibor By shalimar It was the end of the day here in Rotterdam. I could see the Allies bombers returning to England from their raids in Germany as they flew near the city. The shells from the German cannons were exploding like blossoms of black orchards below the squadron above as it flew back to England. Recently there were rumors that the Allies had invaded Italy and the Russians were beginning to push west. That was part of the reason that my family had hope. I...

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Before the EnergistsChapter 21 Stand Tall Before the Event

Sunday early evening, January 19, 2003 "Lyndy and I talked and we want you to act like Bryant would for the evening. She's in the bathroom waiting to come out and she's going to be all sexy and get you going. I think it would be best for you to do some things to her, like Bryant, before she tries to do things to you. I'll be here to help her and to encourage her with pleasing him, you," Kaleigh succinctly said, as she lead me over to her king size bed. "Um, when I'm down in Tuscaloosa...

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Cabin boy

I was told a lot that I was a cute guy, but it did not help me with girls. I was not big strong teenager, I had never been very successful in the sports at school. I had discovered road bicycling, but it did not make you look very athletic. Instead it was good to be slim and light, like I was.I had just finished High School and was going to college next. In the past I had worked at different stores during the summer months to get money for the rest of the year. But with a bad economy in the...

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french sm game

I apologized for English: traction googleThe first blog for me.I will not tell you now my various sexual games that I play only what I do now.You like to learn to know me if I continued my blogs, but in short, almost no practices are not allowed and I try and pushed back even further my fantasy (which is often at the stage of fantasy).All this to tell what I'm doing now and especially for your comments and suggestions.So, here is my perversion of the moment:I am currently writing the testicles...

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Hypothetical HitchHiker Part 2

We both positioned our respective underwear in front of us – the outer and less intimate surface of the gussets facing towards us – and Dane lifted mine up to his nose first. I followed his lead, applying the outside of his shorts to my nose even though I would have strongly preferred to have done so with the inner lining, and we both took a few gentle sniffs of the material. To my surprise, almost immediate, I saw through the corner of my eye that Dane’s member was starting to twitch to life....

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A New PastChapter 27 New Jobs

I kissed Jeryl softly, so as not to wake her, and quietly headed out of the house for my morning run. Once again, running had become my thinking refuge. There was peacefulness to my mind as I pounded out the miles. The first weeks of summer had flown by with meetings and time in the office drafting papers and filing patents. I had spent the past two weeks in upstate New York with Doctors Reis and McTavish as we worked on the fabrication process to build our custom microprocessors. We had not...

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Muse

“What’ya doing?” The question startled me, jerking me out of my trance. I can slip into ‘the zone’ when I’m sketching and one inherent risk is being crept up on. I snapped out of it sharply, trying to discern the source of the floating voice. It sounded awfully close. Behind me perhaps. “Piss off!” Jim retorted, irritated at the interruption. He was sitting on the other side of his kitchen table sketching me sketch him. I looked over my shoulder. There, behind me, just peering around the...

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Maiden Naked Experience

Hello friends, I am a huge fan of this website and already have posted 2 fantasies of mine. Here is my other fantasy and would love to fulfil it if I find the right person. To introduce myself, I am a bisexual, 27 years old with athletic body 6 feet height, whitish complexion. To describe me a more sexy way, I have a huge round curvy ass which resembles that of a woman. I always love to show my ass to others but never got an opportunity for anyone to touch it. Burning desire of mine is not yet...

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Gurls Just Wanna Have Fun

I'm just your typical College slut, always up for anything, and I mean anything!It was not always like this though...Let me tell you about my best friend, she calls herself Chanade now, but she was like me once. We studied at the same institution she was in the year above me, a senior while at the time I was a freshman.It wasn't long after I went to college that I started getting urges...The urges came on slowly at first but grew ever more stronger...I couldnt help staring at the girls in the...

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19 Vayathu Kathali Veetil Yaarum Illai

Vanakam friends, indru kathaiyil ilamaiyaana 19 vayathu pennai usar seithu aval veetil yarum ilatha pozhuthu oothen. Vaarungal eppadi oothen enbathai intha tamil kama kathaiyil solgiren. En peyar Prakash, vayathu 24 aagugirathu. En veethiyil puthithaaga oru kudumbam kudi vanthu irukiraargal, avargal veetirku naan oru naal sendru irunthen. Appozhthu oru azhaga pen kathavai thiranthu vanthu ena vendum endru ketal? Aval azhagil naan mayangi poi viten. Velaiyaaga kerala pen pola sexiyaaga...

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Evil Benni Ch 04

Bess is beginning to feel nesting tendencies towards Benni just at the time her dad is eager to start up an affair with the sophisticated scarlet woman, Mrs Lucas. The story crawls onwards, though without too many adulterous affairs, and the hero is given the opportunity to buy stock in the company – daddy’s little daughter’s idea to give Benni greater incentive to remain close to her side. THIRTEEN At lunch Benni said to Kevin Saunders that Marlene was acting suspiciously towards Barron who...

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Parting of the Ways Part 5 College Troubles and epilogue

Chapter 14 The military foursome were going to miss out on their fall semesters, with Scott barely returning in time to start his first semester in late January. The group staying in Winnisimmet were saddened to see the four heading west leave back in June, it was the first time since 8th grade that the group had been separated for any length of time. It was the start of the group becoming their own people, but for the 14 it was still a tough revelation to them. Jaimie and Miles...

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Cheating Can be FUN part 6

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Padhna Padhana Toh Bas Ek Dikhawa Hai

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Ahead of the GameChapter 14

"I see you are watching our happy couple," Zeus said, startling Aphrodite as she watched Jeff and Sara in the oracle placed in Zeus's throne room. Zeus knew the rest of the gods and goddesses were paying close attention to the pair ever since Jeff had beaten Poseidon's sea serpent. Although it wasn't much of a test, it did give them a good idea of the courage the human possessed. When Jeff defeated Cerberus, Zeus began watching him more closely as well. He knew this mortal might be the...

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A Bewitched Housewife

“Show him in, Betty.” “This way,” Betty directed Henry towards Douglas’s office. Shaking hands with the client, Douglas invited him to take a chair as he sat in his chair behind the desk. Douglas asked Henry how could he be of service. Henry Smithers was a handsome distinguish man at his six feet height with wavy brown hair. “Well, Mr. Silverton, I am in the soup business and I need a good campaign to get my soup ...

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Son Mom and Aunts Chapter 8211 7

This series is a figment of my imaginations. All characters mentioned in the story are fictional. This story contains extreme BDSM, degradation, Incest and new levels of bondage. If you are not into that stuff, I would suggest you go back and read other stories else just enjoy. My English might not be up to mark but it is better than the other stories. I suggest you read the previous parts of this series in order to keep up with the plot. Any suggestions and comments are appreciated. Chapter...

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Fairly CAPableChapter 28 Remorse

Tamara stretched as she woke. She hurt – her tummy was tight and moving caused some discomfort. Below, her coochie seemed raw and she reminisced for a moment about how it had managed to get to such a state. ‘My pussy,’ she thought to herself, giggling. ‘It had been a coochie but Calix and I made sure it became a pussy last night.’ It hadn’t lasted all night, like she’d hoped, but had lasted until well into the morning. She really had no idea what time she’d finally passed out, but she was...

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The Strange Coming Together of Aaron and Rachel

Chapter 1 It begins in the late 90s, right after I buy my townhouse in the Burbank Hills, in LA. I get a Latin cleaning woman named Ardis to come in and clean for me and she turns out to be quite a piece of work. She's in her early 50s, very efficient, dumb as toast, lively enough to light up a room and a gym rat with a remarkable body. When she cleans my house she's usually wearing short-shorts and a halter-top. She's fun to look at and I catch her checking me out but she's my cleaning...

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She Made My Dream Cum True

I had been seeing Ellie for a few months before I told her about my little secret.  We enjoyed straight sex, but something was always missing for me.  After I told her about Vanessa, and my desires to dress up and be treated like a woman, I was really scared she was going to cut and run, but she actually was interested in knowing more.  I confessed some of my innermost desires to her.  I told her about how I loved being with her, but that I really wanted to know what it was like to be with a...

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Eric Olafson Captain Black Velvet Vol 6Chapter 28

Cateria had arrived and with her came several Med Techs and five med bots. Ha-Hi himself had piloted the tank down. Now my XO came over to where I was standing and smirked. “The next time I am going with you on an away mission, I wear a helmet. That rock hammered me real good, you know.” I squeezed his hand and put my other hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry, it was my fault. I should have listened to you.” He chuckled. “No it wasn’t your fault. We all picked a dangerous profession and...

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Late For DinnerChapter 43 Its Like This

"Okay, back where we started," the driver opened the trunk and peered down at his passengers. He helped Kathy and Mommy out of the rolling grease pit, "now you girls walk on home and have a nice day." "Yes, Sir," Kathy said wearily, "we will." "Looks like y'all got a welcoming committee," the driver hee-hawed as he got back in the battered black car. "See you next week," he waved as he drove off. Kathy gulped as she gazed toward home. A gang of her "dear" brother's friends...

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Sibling Rivalry

My sister, Victoria, has always been the star of the family. Top of her class since the day she was born. The President of half the clubs at our high school, founding member of the other half. Come graduation, the administration had to ask her to step down as class President so that someone else would have a chance to give a speech. She agreed with all the grace and charm that was expected of her and, a year older than me, left a towering shadow for me to shine under.I replicated her high...

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Sharing my Girlfriend

Three friends engage in a late night threesome. Ryan cocked his head in the direction of his girlfriend who was seated on the couch beside me, her legs pulled up under her body. His expression revealed his desire for all three of us to continue our night of drinking. “Do you want another drink?” “No thanks man,” I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. “I think I’m done for the night.” “Oh come on!” Ryan goaded. “Don’t be a pussy!” I just laughed and shook my head at my friend’s...

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Gurls Night

It was gurl's night at Blue Pacific. Twice a month the trannies meet for drinks and talk. As usual, Sue was a wreck getting dressed - nothing looked good! Finally she decided on an outfit. She had been using an artificial tanning lotion on her smooth, shaved legs, so she wore a short black skirt and no stockings, a white blouse, and not quite "fuck me" black pumps. Her make-up wasn't exactly slutty. It was an acceptable look. Sue walked in, going to the bar and ordering a gin...

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The Commuter Days 1718

That was a close call I said to myself. That could have turned out so much worse I laughed. My emotions seemed trapped between revenge and relief. I rubbed the red marks on my wrists as I thought about my next move. The train jerking to a stop reminded me this was my stop. As I stood to exit the train, the slow moving parade of chattering Sisters moved ahead of me through the door. The beautiful young Sister that had helped me, lagged behind her group a few steps. She stepped directly in front...

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My first MFM

I was nervous as hell as I walked through their door. I knew Hank and Sally were older than I was, they had said so in their email, but I was not quite expecting the warm, grandmotherly face that greeted me at the door wearing a bathrobe."Come in! Come in hot stuff!" Sally said excitedly as she grabbed my hand and briskly walked me back to the bedroom. Lying on the bed in front of me was an older gentleman, completely naked, with the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life!"Jump on up here!"...

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Company Girl Part 5

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Night Out

"Ah! Yes, baby! Do it! Fuck me with your big cock." I moaned. I was just in the shower and getting ready to leave when Adam unexpectedly came up to me, and without a word he started pounding me with his hard dick. We were getting ready for the train station because Sarah, my best friend, was coming to visit us for a few days and we were going to pick her up at the station. It's been half a year since we last saw each other that time when... when we managed to pick up two strangers on a crooked...

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New Friends at the Beach

“Hey Jen, we’re gonna miss our reservation if we don’t…” Jen and I had driven to our beach house earlier in the day in time to get some rays on the beach, but were running late for our dinner reservation. Just then she emerged from her dressing room looking gorgeous in her freshly tuned up tan, a strappy little black dress that plunged provocatively between her perky 34B’s and ended mid-thigh showing off her lean tanned thighs and long, slender legs, a pair of open-toed four-inch heels, and her...

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My Real Story Of Sex And Fun

Hello readers Mein 18 saal ki thi jab mere sath pehli baar sex hua. Bachi thi mein. Ek dost mujhe apne ghar par bulata hai padhne ke liye aur mein kitabe lekar pahuch jati hu, like fools. Padai usne karne nai di ulta mujhe nanga karke chodh dala. Bht roi mein bht chillai but wo sirf mujhe maar raha tha aur apna lund meri chut me daal raha tha. Mujhe bht dard hua thora khoon bhi nikla. Jaise hi usne mere ander apne sperms chode usne mere muh par kapde fainke and bola “Chal nikal yaha se randi”....

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Majburi Ka Faida Utha Ke Choda

Hi mera naam Amit hai aur main 26 saal ka hu. Main ek company mein engineer hu jo mining site par equipments supply karti hai. Mujhe kaam ke silsale mein Chhattisgarh, Jharkhand aur West Bengal bohut ghumna hota hai. Mining site par jyada tar mujhe mining company ke guest house par rukaya jaata hai machine installation and operation start hone tak. Ek baar main Jharkhand aur Bengal ke border par ek site par tha. Woh bohut pichda hua ilaka hai aur log bohut hi sadharan se hai. Guest house mein...

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