Jessica
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It all began several years ago.
Now, before I get into my story, I’ll tell you a little about me – not the why, just the who – why may explain itself.
I’m just a man. Nothing special about me, just in my middle sixties with a graying head and beard, glasses, and a bit of a pot belly. I retired before I hit sixty just because my body was tired of the physical demands of the job, and I had more than enough to be comfortable until Social Security kicked in. I’ve been married – once, and that lasted eighteen years but then we just mutually agreed it was over. No kids, no pets. My big hobby was fishing, mostly salmon, but halibut when I could, and rockfish if nothing else was going on.
When I retired I sold off the boat and got rid of all the trolling gear. Then I went looking for a car, well really cars – plural. The first one was an MGB, gold with black trim – and those damn rubber bumpers. What a pig. It didn’t have the power to get out of its own way. The more I looked at it the less I liked it. So I sold it to a middle- aged gal that thought it was ‘cute’.
The next car was a Triumph TR-6, much more power, a manly stance, and real, chrome, bumpers. I spent a lot of hours fiddling with that car, but it was fun trying to coax a couple more horses, or improve the cornering, or hell, just making the exhaust louder. Good times.
Then I went looking for the next car.
I had decided I wanted a mid-sixties Jaguar MK2 sedan. Four doors, lots of leather, and the XK 150 engine. Couple that to a four speed transmission and you had a car that lived up to the Jaguar motto: Grace Space Pace.
Now of course once I had settled on a particular model, well … then I had to find the right car, something I could drive without worrying the paint might get a stone ding, but not so bad that I’d be ashamed to be seen in it.
It’s amazing how few cars fell into the middle of all that. between early spring and late fall I probably looked at fifteen or so cars, and they were either trailer queens that had been through total restorations or cars so far gone that it would cost an easy forty grand to make them decent again. Sixty if I wanted show quality. Which I didn’t.
In February I got a call from a John Womack, saying he’d heard I was looking for a MK 2 and he had his dad’s car up for sale.
*******
I was driving through one of the older neighborhoods of Seattle, looking for the address Womack had given me when I saw a woman standing at a wrought iron fence bordering a Victorian style home, her back to the rain. There was no one else around. I’d glanced at her then switched back to looking at addresses when it clicked -that woman was naked! This was February in Seattle, there’s no such thing as a warm rain, this was a cold drizzle that just made you feel miserable. I could only imagine what it felt like to someone nude.
Now … I’m no hero. And I certainly wasn’t looking for a distressed damsel. But a woman – especially a naked one standing in the rain must have needed help … yeah, I pulled over to the curb, hopped out and walked the few feet to her.
I saw a leash tied to the fence and leading up to a collar locked around her throat. She could have untied herself and walked away! Instead she stood there, back to a cold rain, doing nothing.
I touched her elbow and she jumped in fright. She looked up at me then cowered to the end of the leash and held out a water streaked paper. It read: ‘This insolent slave is not worthy of my time. Anyone may take her. Use her anyway you wish. DOM.’
The look in her eyes as she scanned my face was a combination of fear and submission. It was as if anything would be preferable to a cold February rain.
I untied her and led her by the hand to my truck. I put her in the passenger seat, pulled a blanket from behind it, wrapped her and turned the heat up. She began to shiver uncontrollably for several minutes as color returned to her face.
‘What’s your name?’ No answer.
‘Where do you live?’ Again, no answer.
‘Shall I call the cops?’ This time her eyes got big and she shook her head.
‘Where should I take you?’
This time in an almost whisper she answered, ‘I belong to you. You took my leash and now I am your slave.’
Need I mention I wasn’t looking for slaves?
While she sat in my pickup, I considered the possibilities: I could take her to the cops, given her nakedness that might not be very pleasant for her. A women’s shelter? I didn’t have a clue where I might find one. Give her the blanket and twenty bucks and drop her at the nearest bus stop? She said she had nowhere to go.
That left me. As she said – she belonged to me. I didn’t know what I’d do with her, maybe just make sure she was healthy, had some clothes and send her on her way. But I damn well couldn’t just leave her at the curb.
‘Listen, I don’t know about this slave business, and I’m up here to look at a car, so why don’t we do this, ride with me while I find the address and look the car over, then we’ll talk about your problem. If I have to, I’ll take you home and get you some food and warm clothing. Okay?’
‘Yes Master.’
‘And knock off the master stuff, I’m just a guy. My name is Mike, Mike Miceli. Okay?’
‘Yes, Mas … Mike .’
‘Now, what is your name?’
‘I once was named Jessica, but now I’m just slave or Bi …’
That’s when I cut her off. ‘No more of that. Jessica huh? Okay, Jessica it is.’
*******
I found Womack’s place a half mile up the street, apologized for being a bit late and asked to see the Jaguar. Jessica stayed in the truck, the engine running to keep her warm.
The car was exactly what I wanted – dark green with a tan interior, all the wood and leather in very good shape but with a patina that implied ‘never restored’. A four speed with overdrive was mated to the 3.8 litre engine, the engine bay probably as clean as the day it left the factory. The car was spotless in and out and had all the tools and manuals.
We talked price for a while, and even though I could tell he wasn’t anxious to sell, the fact I promised to care for it as well as his dad eased his mind.
I wrote a check on deposit, and arranged to do the paper work and final payment in a few days.
*******
My home isn’t big by modern standards: living room/dining room, kitchen, den, three bedrooms and two baths – all on one floor. More than plenty of room for me, adding Jessica wasn’t going to crowd me much at all. I pointed to the second bedroom back, and told Jessica it was hers.
Damned if she didn’t start crying!
‘Now what?’
‘I … I thought you would have me sleep in your room. I don’t need much, I’ll just sleep at the foot of the bed.’
‘Why?’ I was totally at a loss that anyone would sleep on the floor instead of a bed.
‘That is my proper place.’
‘Um, noo … I told you, you are not a slave here. You’re just here until I find somewhere for you to go.’
She didn’t say a word, but as low as her shoulders had been, they dropped even further and another trail of tears ran down her cheeks.
‘Do you think I buy into that whole slave thing and you belong to me?’
‘You took my leash.’
‘Yeah so?’
‘You accepted my status. You claimed me. Master Dom told me I was slave to anyone that took my leash.’
I could see I wasn’t getting anywhere, so decided to just deal with that later. Meantime I had to do something about clothing for my new house guest.
‘Okay, we need to get you some clothes. What size are you?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You must have some idea. What did you wear at Mas … that other place?’
‘I was not allowed clothing. He always wanted me available.’
‘Available?’
‘Yes, Ma … I’m sorry … Yes, Mike. I was to service him in any way he commanded.’
All I could do was sigh. ‘Okay, drop
the blanket and let’s see what we’ve got.’
The covering instantly dropped to the floor and she stood before me, arms at her side.
I finally took the time to survey my new charge. Barefoot she barely made five feet. She had shapely legs leading to a bare pussy, her hips had a flare to them, leading to a narrow waist, and above that her ribs were somewhat prominent but her breasts stood firm with the nipples having a slight upward tilt. A graceful neck led to a pleasant face, semi-prominent cheeks, a button nose and well shaped lips. Arched eyebrows high-lighted grey eyes and the whole thing was topped by tousled and matted brown hair. Her narrow shoulders and slim arms led to small hands with delicate looking fingers. I had her turn around and caught my breath as I saw many fading bruises on her back and thighs.
Well, I didn’t know anything about women’s clothes, let alone sizes so I just tried memorizing what stood before me, figuring I’d run up to a store and get her something until I could get her to the store myself.
‘Am I acceptable, Mas … Mike?’
‘Huh, what? No, I’m just trying to figure your size.’
A little smile tickled the corners of her mouth. ‘Yes, M … Mike.’
Changing the subject, I asked to see the collar. It was a fairly heavy leather construction almost two inches high with what looked like a wool liner. It was buckled on, but then a keyed lock secured it.
‘We’re going to have to get that thing off.’
‘My collar? No, Master, you mustn’t!’
‘Just for a moment I’m going to buy into this master thing. I said it’s coming off. That was from that other master. He no longer exists. Got it?’
‘Yes Mast … Mi … Yes sir.’ This time a real smile filled her face. Totally changed the way she looked.
*******
Well, I ran up to the local ‘We sell everything ‘ store and picked up some pants, tops and those rubber flip-flops. When I returned she was cleaning the kitchen like there was no tomorrow.
I was already learning ‘don’t fight the tide’, I left her to her task, laying the clothes out on her bed. I checked on her progress, and then called her into the bedroom, ‘These are some clothes for you until I get you to the store for the other things.’
‘Thank you, Mas … may I please call you Master? It is very difficult for me – using your name.’
‘I dislike the connotations of master, lets compromise and you call me Sir.’
‘Thank you Sir, I can do that.’
‘Meanwhile you can dress in these.’
I’d guessed fairly well on the sizes, but I had forgotten underwear. She stood there, twitching and squirming, ‘I’m sorry Master, I’m not used to wearing clothing, except when master Dom would take me to a gathering. May I remain bare?’
‘Gathering?’
‘Yes, when Masters would gather and display their slaves.’
‘And … what was that like?’
‘He would dress me to impress the others, but then Master Dom required I service anyone and everyone.’
‘Damn. What did you think of that?’
‘I am slave.’
‘Meaning?’
‘I must do as I am told.’
‘Let’s go have some dinner, and then I need to do some thinking. And just keep the shirt on.’
*******
Thinking also involved some on-line research: definitions, common practices, terminology. Then I sought D/s forums, just reading the concerns – mostly of submissives or slaves – and their relationships.
This wasn’t going to be easy. Even if she stayed with me for just a week, her sense of self seemed to revolve around her slave status.
As for myself: over my life I had worked a vast variety of jobs and sometimes I was a boss and other times not. At least I had learned how to give orders as well as I had taken them.
‘Jessica! Come in here!’
‘Yes Sir?’
‘If you are going to stay with me we need to clarify roles. How do you see us? Your expectations of me, of yourself?’
‘Sir?’
‘How were you treated at that last place that you ended up tied out in the rain?’
Jessica hung her head, slumped visibly. ‘I was unworthy. Master Dom told me every day I was a waste of his time. He said I couldn’t do anything properly. He would punish me when I deserved it but he became more and more angry because I didn’t obey his rules. Finally he just tied me up outside, handed me that paper, and told me I was to go with anyone that took the leash. I was very afraid when you touched me.’
‘And he punished you?’
‘Oh, yes … I didn’t like that, he whipped me many times. I never cried. I wouldn’t give him that.’
‘We won’t be doing that here. What makes you happy?’
‘I don’t know, Sir. No one ever asked me that. Being good as a slave pleases me. Is that what you mean?’
‘Not quite, but it’ll do as a start. I have to do more thinking, I want you to go to bed. In the morning we’ll discuss your duties
*******
I returned to the ‘net, surfing through several of the D/s sites – looking for an understanding of the slave mind set. I didn’t care all that much about what the masters thought, simply because that wasn’t me. But I was trying to understand why someone derived their sense of worth in subservience.
Around midnight I gave up, there was a truth out there, but it was eluding me. After the usual business in the bathroom I headed for bed, only to be brought to a stop at the sight of a bare woman curled on the floor at the foot of my bed.
As soon as I stepped into the room she lifted her head, ‘Sir, is there anything I may do?’
I was too tired to be tactful, ‘Yes. Get up from that damn floor and go to your bed!’
She stood, shoulders hunched and head down, and cried. Not an out-loud cry, one of those silent, shoulder quaking sobs that will break your heart to witness.
‘Now what?’ I sighed.
‘My place is with you. You don’t want mmmeee!’
‘Oh for god’s sake. I’m not going to have you on the floor! Get in the bed. Take that side. Let’s get some sleep.’
I was about to turn off the light when I realized she was laying there, stiff as a board. ‘Now what?’
‘Sir’
‘I’ve seen corpse that looked more comfortable.’
‘I’m sorry sir, but I haven’t been allowed on a bed to sleep in years except to be of service. What do you want me to do?’
(Sigh) ‘Ok, curl up over here. We’ll talk in the morning.’
She tucked into my arms and with an audible sigh drifted to sleep. I lay there for the longest time, Jessica in my arms, her back pressed against me. I didn’t know where to put my hands until she guided them over her breasts, she sighed again as I cupped the warm handfuls of flesh.
*******
The next morning I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. In the kitchen a naked woman stood at the stove, humming as she made breakfast. ‘Good morning, Sir.’ She said without turning.
Now … I’m not a morning person. Give me coffee, a paper, and eventually breakfast and I’m ok. But perky first thing? Grrr.
Jessica was perky.
She hummed and chattered as she moved about the room – making sure my coffee was topped, serving breakfast (which was quite good, by the way), she even had the paper on the table.
Heading for the shower after breakfast, I realized Jessica’s hair was still a matted mess. ‘Come with me, let’s get you cleaned up.’
I thought we’d take turns, but her hair was such a mess I just opted to help her with it. We stood under the warm water, just relishing the sensations. Then I moved her directly under the stream, filled my hands with shampoo, and began working my hands through her hair. At first I thought I’d have to just cut chunks of it away, it was that bad, but then it slowly loosened. It took three rounds of scrub and rinse, but finally we reached a point where her hair (wet as it was) reached her mid-back. I swear she cooed the whole time I did her.
After that it was time to scrub the rest of her, beginning at her
shoulders, and just using soap on my hands (I didn’t know how sensitive her skin was) I worked my way down her back, across her buttocks and on down her legs. After she’d rinsed I turned her and worked my way up. Yes, I cleaned her pussy, but I kept scrubbing my way up. Her knees buckled a bit going over her mound, and she really leaned into my hands as I reached her breasts.
Then it was my turn and she made the most of it. I probably haven’t been cleaned so thoroughly since I was a babe. And then she began on my cock. Just the attention she gave the rest of my had me half hard, but then she reached down with her soapy hands and cleaned me so well that MY knees half-buckled, and then she knelt and took me in her mouth. I tried to stop her. Honest to god I tried. But I’m just a man and the warm sensations on my cock were way more than I could resist.
I didn’t last long, and her humming around my dick didn’t help at all.
She stood, licking her lips, ‘Did I do well, Master?’
All I could do was nod.
Jessica smiled.
*******
Her hair was actually a strawberry-blond, and under the solid layer of grime was a peaches and cream complexion glowing through almost translucent skin. Almost automatically I thought she would get plenty of sun in the summer. And then realized I was planning almost six months ahead.
*******
We spent a lot of time talking over the next several days and I learned quite a bit about Jessica and her life: Now in her thirties, she’d been raised by a single mother in poverty, hadn’t finished high school, had worked at minimum wage jobs, and went from boyfriend to boyfriend looking for love but only being used, until she’d been found by ‘Master Dom’.
Her life with him started out quietly as he converted her into his life. She had been dressed in clothing that highlighted her face and figure, and the feeling of servitude had been eased with gentle loving. But it gradually changed as he found fault more and more often. Instead of sleeping with him, she was forced to sleep on the floor, first as punishment, and then as her normal routine.
Somewhere along the line he added beatings to her punishments – telling her she was worthless, a waste of his time. Eventually he just tied her to the fence, abandoning her to her fate.
*******
Off and on I would go back to the D/s forums, at first just lurking, but eventually I joined, and laid out how Jessica came to me.
Of course I didn’t use her (or my) name, but I was pretty graphic about her being tied out in the rain. And her physical condition as well.
Almost to a person everyone agreed she had been mistreated, especially as it violated a basic tenet of the D/s culture, everything must be by mutual consent – you can’t abuse a slave unless it’s part of the agreement. And not allowing her a voice drove well into the realm of sadism.
One night who should join in the conversation but ”Master Dom’. It only took him minutes after signing on to begin a full-fledged rant, first against Jessica – saying she was a worthless bitch that should have frozen to death, then he started in on me – threatening some kind of action. My response was simple: ‘Hey asshole, I know where you live. Shut your fucking pie-hole!’
He was silent after that.
*******
A week after first finding Jessica I returned to Seattle, a trailer behind my pickup, to finish the Jaguar purchase. Driving past the house with the wrought iron fence I saw a man standing on the stoop, middle-aged, dressed in dark clothes, undistinguished from thousands of others.
Was he ‘Master Dom?’ I don’t know for sure, don’t really give a damn, but maybe his blahness explains his need to dominate.
I concluded the business with Womack and headed home, Jag on the trailer.
*******
In my research I had come to a firm conclusion: Jessica was one of those rare people that was happiest when they had given someone else complete control of her and her life.
Not to be disparaging, but what came to my mind was a well-trained dog – happiest when he knows what is expected and does everything well. Jessica was happiest when I gave her a list of duties and left her to them.
Our one area of disagreement was her clothing style, or rather her lack of clothing style, I’m not a prude, and she did look good, but I’d had too many years of social training that decent people stayed dressed, even in their homes. You’d think that I, as Master, would be the final word, but she’d had several years of forced nudity and it became normal for her. We finally hit a compromise: when I was home she wore shorts and a light blouse as she worked around the house. In the evenings she could be nude, but would keep something close-by for when visitors dropped by.
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First TimeKat looked out the coach window. Her uncle and and aunt stood by waving as the coach pulled away. Kat ignored their worried looks and turned to play with her doll. It was a long ride. The coach stopped several times and she slept on the seat several times. But soon they reached their destination. As Kat climbed down the steps she noticed one thing, this place was huge, like a castle, she also noticed no one was there to greet them. A footman carried her baggage to the door and rapped on it. ...
SpankingLonnie Bertin undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness. Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly, and his thoughts...
Jay Fortson was home from school due to the Corona virus outbreak, and until today was totally bored. Jay had never really been the all American young man. Although 6 foot 4/194cm in height, with short blonde shaggy hair, Jay had always been overweight. During High School Jay was just too overweight& slow to play sports, but since graduating, he had really taken to eating properly and working out and improving his health. Although he was now much thinner and leaner, he still had “pudge” in his...
Chapter 1 Dominique Carter placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde thirteen year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling felinely. "Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed. "It's just a little highball." But Ellen Winthrop, whose father had died nine months previous after an acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly. Her satiny soft long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval youthful face. The long...
by LouisHoney This story is for adults only. If you are not eighteen years old, EXIT NOW! She was exhausted from cumming, over and over for the last half hour. Just as she would subside from a magnificent orgasm, he would switch to another erogenous zone on her body and she would zoom up to her peak again. Over and over, until she felt like she would smother for lack of breath. Thrills beyond imagination racked across the different parts of her body as she climaxed yet again as he...
I have a relatively new girlfriend, who is awesome in bed but frustratingly isn't into anal, which is one of my passions in life. Luckily she loves a facial and in all other aspects is a filthy girl who likes to show off.She loves being drilled hard and is noisy as hell irrespective of neighbours, friends etc being within earshot, in fact I think she gets off on it. She is totally relaxed and confident sexually to such an extent that she has happily gushed all over her bed, my bed and her sofa...
Mellors was something of an enigma. A fine, hansom, upstanding young man with no ambition beyond becoming a Butler at my country house in Buckinghamshire. He lived in the village all his life, he excelled at the village school and yet when time to leave school came he approached me for a position. “But young man you can surely do better than enter service?” I enquired and when he replied with some unlikely tale I offered him a position of footman with a ridiculously low salary which he...
Hi there Sarah ..I thought it was a good idea to write you a letter to let you know my feelings on all the things we talked about last night . . I know you are a little disapointed that i do not want to have a sexual relationship with you , but its nothing personal , i am just not a lesbian , both Carol and i see you only as female , thats why we let you share a flat with us . .You are right to think we are strict with you and push you more and more into being female , but we did not start this...
I was once at home, eating dinner, alone-the usual (sigh) while watching T.V, i was thinking about myfrieldfriend, and why she wssnt here with me, but then it came back to mind that she was on holiday in spain, i quickly thought that she would be with other men! but the thought slowly left my mind as i remembers the love between us. I didnt know wjat to do that nite as i was so bored and noone to make love with, i soon stoped feeling pity formyself and drank all the vodka i could find!! i...
Went to dinner with a young friend of 32 from a few years back. He's one of those young college boys that I took to my bed as a teacher and taught him pretty much from the ground up how to make love versus just sticking his penis inside of a woman and pumping until he came.He had a lot to learn at the time but was willing and able. We spent about three months together about twice a week as I taught him the art of kissing and foreplay as well as the all important post coitus cuddle. That was a...
Hi everybody, welcome to you all. Read my real sex story and enjoy. I’m not that good in English. If any thing wrong please forgive me. I’m Hemant 28 yrs guy, 5.9 in height. Brownish skin with good physic. Live in Delhi. This is my first experiences. This happened last month. Next to my house stays a good looking Aunt by name Neha who is 40 yrs old and she is a widow and she has two twin daughters. . She is white skin have sexy milk boobs and well shaped body. Approx weigh is 59 kgs. Was...
I awoke on Tuesday morning and I ached. I rubbed my eyes and the sting of the belting I got the night before sent pain through the whole of that side of my face, not to mention a fresh bout of stars before the eyes. It all came flooding back and I started to feel the shakes coming on again. I went into the bathroom and sat on the loo while I peed. I very gently touched the area around my eye and could feel it smart from the bridge of my nose almost round to my ear. Wiping and flushing, I...
Introduction: Wife agrees to gang bang This is the last interesting threesome that Tina and I have had together. We were going away for a weekend with the sole purpose of hooking up with another guy for a threesome. We posted on Craigslist assuming we would get a lot of requests to join us. We settled on an older gentleman in his early 50s because he not only was the most intriguing but he offered us the use of his place which had a jacuzzi and multiple fireplace and big screen tvs. Now it...
Hello readers, my name is Anita (pet name Anny) and I want to tell you how I seduced my brother Raju two summers ago. Our family, mother, brother and I live in Tamil Nadu outside Chennai city, my father is deceased since four years after serious accident on Chennai highway. My mother is a housewife and takes care all things at home for the family, she is about 45 years old, but looks older than her age and follows her village traditions wearing white cotton loose blouse and skirt (she never...
Law of the Raw V (‘They take what they want’) By Cy. BlackThe pretty velvety soft bronze-skinned lady sat with her legs crossed in a well-lighted room. The brilliant sunlight bathed the nearly barren room which displayed beautiful scenic pictures of golden shores, turquoise water, and azure skies. She calmly adjusted her yellowish gold, open-toe slingback 3’ heels. Her slender ankles expanded gradually to her shapely calves, thighs, slim waist, which expanded upwardly to a pair of well-rounded,...
"This test is not for the faint of heart," I warned. "I know you've 'sampled' this door, but I'm not sure you fully realize what lies beyond." "What do you mean?" she asked, still staring at the ground. I felt my anger rise at her continued lack of enthusiasm for a fantasy I didn't particularly want. Here this upstart had stumbled into my study and disturbed my reading, yet now lacked the backbone that made her so attractive. "I don't mind playing a dominant role, but this is...
Grace slipped inside the captain's cabin and borrowed his scissors to trim her hair even more so she gave off a boyish appearance. She had paused in the hallway and caught up some black grease from the pistons to smear on her face and neck to make it look like she was a truly "dirty" little grease monkey cabin boy with no regard for his personal hygiene. It the pirates were preparing to board the merchant vessel, she might escape their lust for female flesh if her disguise as a cabin boy...
My love of sex is unmatched!!! I can honestly say, I might be the greatest lover of sex on the planet!!! I am not joking either! My love for sex started at a delicate age and has only gotten more intense as I’ve gotten older. I don’t know what it is, but after I experienced my first cock, I have been on a never ending quest to get more. I just love cock and a man who knows how to use it. I have been very lucky to get to have had all different types, some have been better than others, but all of...
Sex is a great stress reliever. But it only lasts so long. By Thursday morning the day of my "final" I was practically crying on the phone when I talked to Rhonda. "There are fifty reservations for tonight, Rhonda. Fifty! How am I supposed to cook that many chateaubriand? Honey, I'm scared." "I know, Brian. But I know you were scared when you took down the Kowalskis and when you taunted Kirby and his gang. I know you were scared when you faced Chad and even when you made a mockery of...
Hi guys! My name is Lucky, age 21, currently in final year of my B.tech. Today I want to share my sex story with you guys which happened in May, 2012. My family consists of my father, my mother, my sister and me. My father is working in Bangalore n sister works in an MNC in Kolkata. So me and my mother live in our home in Bhubaneswar. We have a 2 storyed house; we live in the ground floor and a mature lady, whose name is Pratima, age of about 35, lives as tenant in our upper floor. It so...
“The erotic is a form of power specific to women. There are many kinds of power: for me nothing beats sexual power. I love the notion of erotica as simply high-class pornography. This could be very exciting for us, we are both gender fluid, exhibitionists and love sex with an audience.” The women were all very smartly attired in killer heels and designer brand cocktail dresses, the men in very smart casual attire. After some slightly nervous small chat and a second drink every one was...
"What do you think is in it?" Sabrina asked eagerly, standing over the dark blue duffle bag. Becca shrugged and tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. "I don't know, but we're going to find out!" She answered, drawing back the zipper. The two young women had been going through some old boxes in the basement storage unit assigned to Sabrina's new apartment. Someone had left a bunch of stuff in it and never cleaned it up. Half of the boxes had been full of garbage and the other half...
BDSMI came over to visit you at your apartment. We were sitting on your sofa, and you lean over put your head in my lap as we talk and I play with your hair. You are in your early thirties now, I'm in my fifties. Mom has ran off with her boss about 10 or so years ago. My hands wander a bit, rubbing your breasts and back. I know that a father should not be playing with his daughter’s tits. We are still chatting away, I am not being too pushy, but being a bit more than friendly, loving your nipples...
Lorelie, Robert and I have been down the local bar where we often meet and chat on a Saturday night. Lorelie and Robert are in their early 50's, whilst me, I’m 47. Robert is pale skinned and fairly slim, Lorelie is overweight but, in my eyes, has curves in all the right places. As for me I am overweight and tanned. This particular Saturday, Lorelie and Robert invite me around to their place for a drink after the bar shuts. Well I have nowhere to go so I agree, and very soon we are sitting in...
Group Sex"Hello?" I answered "Hi John, It's your grandma, I just thought i'd remind you know that your cousins Jack and Mia will be coming over in a while, and they'll be sleeping over." I silently swore, and put on a false smile "Sure, grandma, thanks for the reminder." I hung up the phone and frowned as I looked around my room. I grabbed a shirt, underwear, and some shorts as I walked across the hall into my bathroom. I turned the shower on and stripped down, but before i got in, i...
“Yes our Dad,” Eileen replied, as she tried not to worry about her interview for book keepers job at Grimshaws. She weren’t prettiest of lasses, her hair were mousey, her tits weren’t nothing special and she hadn’t never had a proper boyfriend, but that ‘ent to say she were no virgin, oh no, the hearth brush handle had seen to that on more than one occasion though her kept that to herself. She dressed sensible, that is to say in her best clothes bought special for Aunt Maud’s funeral six...
Mei Ling - part 4 by B. Pink I stood with my back to the front door with the sound of Mei Lings heels disappearing up the basement steps. I heard the distinctive sound of my car start, and then she was gone. My sobs subsided and I looked down the short hallway of my tormentor's old home, my new home. Through teary eyes for the first time I really took in the reality of my position and surroundings. The dingy basement flat was the lowest level of an old victorian house that...
Once well under way, Wren came to see me again and asked me if I was okay. Then she told me that we’d be dropping anchor at the next beach that we saw and that we’d be going ashore to sunbathe for the rest of the day. I had mixed feelings, I wanted to stay there having more orgasms as the yacht cut through the fresh sea air, but at the same time I was getting quite tired. The thought crossed my mind that if there was a slight accident when Aryn was cutting me down and I dropped into the sea,...
" Is that what you want?""Yeah, I want you right now, Katie, I want you right now, right here, behind this big rock, but I want to take your clothes off, and I want to kiss you all over, slowly, I want to see every naked part of your body, Katie. Katie, I want you in bed. With sheets. That is what I want. ""Okay, let's go."Walking and walking. At least another mile, maybe more."Okay, here we have to climb, I'll get up there and give me the stuff"................., and we were climbing, and then...
Blah, blah, fuckin’ blah. Victoria June is so bored of her office job she’s just gabbing away on the phone to her bestie and talking shit about her work, drawing pictures of pizzas and tossing rubber bands around her cube like it’s raining office supplies. But when she discovers that you, her boss, have been spying on her the whole time she’s been fucking off, her attitude changes instantly. Suddenly she’s telling you she really needs the job and that she hasn’t been focused because she’s been...
xmoviesforyouI am 22 and in college, I had flirted with women my whole life and had even done some stuff like kissing and tit sucking on a dare, but this was the real thing and I was sooo fucking hot. She was one of my girlfriend's roommates. We had all gone out to a club and were having a good time getting a little bit drunk, and dancing and flirting with guys. None of them really appealed to me or Holly, so we wanted to split. My friend Jessica was picking up a guy and didn't want to leave. I told Holly,...
LesbianHelplessness is not an emotion with which Red is intimately acquainted. He is familiar with foresight and planning, accustomed to being three steps ahead of everyone else, armed with layer upon layer of contingencies, cloaked in expertly designed exit strategies, and outfitted with an arsenal of influence. Being helpless is not a feeling he recognizes well. And yet, after replaying the day’s events in his mind, he can not, for the life of him, pinpoint where they had gone so very wrong....
I'm Jodi and I met my darling husband Scott, while we were in college. Scott was studying business finance and was an excellent student. His ability to think outside the box while making investment decisions, helped him land a dream job in a large firm, right out of school. Things were going fantastic; Scott's career was taking off like a rocket, as he was very successful in helping clients choose the right investment for them, and soon was getting numerous referrals from client's that were...
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