Helen
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Harry looked across the table at the woman. She was checking through a file, her dark brown hair tied back into a bun, concentrating on the information thoroughly. Harry assumed she was in her forties, a very seasoned detective inspector by all accounts. Probably quite a bit of a stunner in the days she was just a constable. He was there for enquiries only. The last person to see Hoffman before his throat was cut. Again, he thought, a honourable death for a contract killer. What you give, one day you take back.
The Tec looked up at him. ‘So, can you tell us anything about the dead man? A name perhaps? What was he looking for to buy on your stall?’
‘All that I know was he was a stranger, like many others. He was asking for a copy of Die Hard I think and a few other movies. Then he left. Next thing I know he was dead on the car park.’
‘One stall owner tells us you were arguing with him?’
‘Well you do get the odd customer abuse. He wanted something for nothing.’
‘We might want to speak to you again, if that is ok? We have no positive identification on this man and maybe you could later tell us something.’
‘Fine by me babe… I mean Inspector, sorry.’
She smiled back. It had been a long time since anyone called her ‘babe’ and she liked it. Normally she would not accept that term so easily, but Harry was different. He was handsome and it was taken as flattery from such a person. He seemed out of the ‘picture’ of the crime so far and perhaps a second visit just might bring him into contact again, if only to see him. ‘Well, I thank you for helping us with your enquiries. Try and think back to another time or place you might have known him.’
‘I’ll try, but I doubt it. He was just another potential customer.’ He replied keeping his anxieties well sealed in. He was glad to see the back of Hoffman and believed he had gotten his just dessert for killing Saskia, for whatever reason.
Helen received a letter. She opened it and read its contents carefully over her morning coffee. It was Saturday and Jack was taking a shower in the bathroom. He was singing some French song loudly and he did not have one of singing voices in the world. It was annoying her a little as she tried to concentrate. The letter was from David’s lawyer. His last will and testament was to be heard on the following Tuesday. It was obvious that she had been mentioned in it.
Jack appeared from the bathroom, naked apart from a towel around his waist. He was in good spirits and kissed her on the forehead whilst giving her a breast a cheeky grope. ‘I feel good today, the snow is almost gone. That rain last night did us all a favour. Now I can drive safely again, walk the streets without slipping like an old man on the ice.’
‘You are an old man.’ Helen replied in jest. Jack fluffed up her hair in reply and he was pleased to remove his towel to show her his proud manhood standing to full attention. ‘I see another old man is happy too.’ She replied giving it a lingering look. ‘Put it away. You can’t use it yet. I’m on my period and you are just teasing me.’
Jack covered it up. ‘Atleast a quick blow job would be nice. But then again, I understand your feelings too.’ He poured a coffee and sat at the table. ‘What is the letter? It looks very official?’ He tried to take it. Helen pulled away to stop his prankishness. ‘Oh, I see you have a secret you are not going to share with me. We must not keep secrets.’ Helen gave him a wry smile in reply watching him slurp his coffee.
‘If you must know, its business I need to tend to. Nothing important.’ She told him. Jack held up his hands in acceptance. ‘An old friend needs my help. You don’t know them.’ She replaced the letter inside the envelope. ‘I think we should go shopping. I need some new clothes and you did promise.’
‘That I cannot deny. Maybe some sexy underwear?’
‘That and other things. I can’t walk around in just sexy underwear. Besides I have a two-piece suit I like. I hardly wear things like that and I think it’s time I should.’
‘With spectacles, you would look like a sexy secretary or one of those business women I often have to deal with.’
‘Don’t you mean fuck?’
Jack grinned. ‘You do not know that. And remember, we agreed not to talk about those things. When we are both apart we fuck anyone to satisfy our needs. How is Harry by the way? Have you seen him over Christmas and new year?’ Helen playfully hit him on the head playfully. His comment was a clear tease in retaliation for her earlier comment about his love making habits with other women while he was away. And yes, they did agree and she was glad that he had remembered.
‘Poor David. I miss him and Jayne. Do you?’ Jack asked. ‘You know, for a lesbian she is a good fuck. It was a pity you did not join in that threesome and make it a foursome. Now those things are over.’
‘They both taught us to be submissive. I don’t think I liked that. It upset both of us for a while.’
‘Yes it did. Maybe we are not submissive after all.’ Jack replied. Helen looked at him for a while thinking. ‘What? Tell me what is on your mind?’ He asked.
‘Well, atleast you discovered one thing. You are bisexual.’
Jack frowned and thought hard and deep about her comment. ‘Yes, I admit. You are right.’
Harry stood in the middle of the empty apartment lounge he had inherited from Hoffman. The thing was he did not know where he had put the important deeds. He needed them to put the place on the property market. His idea was to sell the apartment, keep some money for himself and find somewhere else smaller to live. After all, why would he need such a big place stripped of its furnishings? He was penniless basically and selling was his best option.
‘I would rent it.’ He turned quickly to the open door and saw the owner of the voice. She was tall, blonde, eyes like sapphires and in his instant estimation sex on two legs. The stranger walked in looking around, getting a feel for the spaciousness. Harry was taken aback by her forwardness being uninvited and brash.
‘Excuse me? Who are you?’ he asked. She grinned at him with a wink.
‘I’m the one with the deeds. May I introduce myself? I am Greta Hoffman.’ She held out her hand to him and he shook it nervously. Greta Hoffman? Something was weird about the whole thing. Hoffman having a relative or even a young wife? ‘I’m Mister Hoffman’s adopted daughter.’ And with that, it answered his forthcoming questions. Harry’s eyes were all over her, the open jacket and white blouse unbuttoned half-way showing her ample breasts, snug in a tight black bra. Her pleated knee length skirt matched the jacket ad there was no doubt in Harry’s mind she was either wearing stockings or tights. She opened he shoulder purse and waved the brown envelope containing the deeds.
‘How did you get that?’ He asked.
‘The police found it in my dads’ car. Your name is on the deeds, so don’t worry, I’m not going to be able to steal this place away from you. But if you are thinking of selling then all I can say is that it’s a bad idea. It’s got income potential and I think you should think wisely about that.’ She placed the envelope in his hand. Harry barely caught most of what she said. His eyes were elsewhere having a detrimental effect on his hearing too.
‘Ok, got ya babe. So, what did the cops say about finding a document like this having my name on it?’
‘Not a lot. You didn’t sign it. So they assumed it was on its way to you. Just another customer on the property market?’ She looked through every room as Harry followed her. ‘It needs furnishings. Good top range modern styles to attract the right clients.’ She turned to look at him. ‘I can deal with that, so don’t worry.’
‘I have to ask. Did you know exactly what your step father did for a living?’
‘Oh yes,’ she said with a grin that was partially considered as evil. ‘He was in the disposal business and I believe you were one of his cl
ients, am I correct?’ Like father like daughter Harry thought. Hoffman was not exactly a loner in his business by the sounds of it.
‘Yeah, but I’m sure he did a good job on one of my friends…’
‘Saskia yes.’ She interrupted. ‘I have to agree. She was the wrong victim unfortunately. The Saskia he was told to dispose of did quite a lot of talking to the authorities in Italy. Dad’s clients were not happy and so he himself was disposed of. Shame really. He being so good at his job.’ She brushed past him, showing no emotion over her fathers’ death. Harry was beginning to realise that these people were born to be emotionless and above all evil when it came to other fellow humans.
She stood in the spacious lounge. ‘I know what is on your mind Harry.’ She turned to look at him. ‘Right now you are thinking that you would just love to fuck my butt off. So I’ll tell you, you have no chance whatsoever, so forget it.’
‘Wait. You can’t say that. I’m a decent guy. I don’t think about those things… well, not often…’
‘Oh shut up. The deal is I have this place painted and furnished. You find a client to rent it and we split the rent between us. That sounds fair to me. Sixty forty. Sixty percent obviously to me for my maintenance services.’
‘Hang on. I own this place. I should be offering you a price for regular maintenance, not you dictating it. When did you become my boss regarding this place? Besides, I haven’t decided what I’m doing with it yet. In other words, no deal babe, ok?’
‘Oh you will see it my way. Believe me, you will.’ She replied with that confident smile which scared Harry just a little. He was confident enough to make up his own mind, and hid his doubts well. Something he had become accustomed to during his roughish survival childhood. She offered him her calling card and he took it. With that she left him alone, disappearing through the door and he had no desire to follow her.
Helen prepared for the reading of David’s last will and testament. The new suit that Jack treated her to was ideal for looking the part. She showered and began to dress, first the purple bra and hipster panties with suspender belt to match, then the dark grey silk stockings. For the first time in a long time she was out to impress whoever was at the hearing. The blouse followed as she admired herself in the mirror. The day before she had he hair trimmed and streaked with brown highlights, and then the knee length grey skirt and jacket. Jack was right, she did look like an executive rather than a student struggling to graduate, penniless without Jack to lean on for assistance. He was the man she hoped to marry one day and move to Paris, although he did not know it yet.
It had been well over a week since she saw Harry. The break was good, but she was now feeling horny for a session of sex with him. He was the lothario lover who she intended to play with like a toy boy and again Harry was unaware of her thoughts and feelings for him. They were simply play mates and that was all Harry needed to know. There was no love lost. Yet she desperately needed satisfaction. First, the business ahead. What exactly did David Lord leave to her, if anything at all in his will?
Harry had other things on his mind that afternoon. Greta had invited him to the swankiest hotel in town for lunch. The Victoria Grand was for the very rich and he had problems getting through the reception. He was too casually dressed for their high standards, and Greta rescued him at the door from the bullying security men who were going to throw him out bodily onto the street.
The restaurant played soft classical music at low volume. The diner’s voices mingled with the music like a hum. They ordered their lunch. Cod and chips did not go down well with the waiter and Greta corrected it for the nearest type of cuisine on offer. ‘I’ve been thinking about this rent thing of yours.’ Harry told her in almost a whisper across the table. Greta poured herself a glass of water willing to listen.
‘Good. Because I’ve already found a client.’ Greta replied with confidence.’
‘Hold on! I was supposed to do that. You do the furnishing and decorating.’
‘I can’t trust you to find anyone decent enough.’
‘So, tell me what part do I play in this deal? Do I get the sixty percent?’ Harry asked. Greta just smiled and said nothing. ‘So this is the way you intended to force me to accept the deal on renting. But I’ll tell you now, you are out of order. And who is the client? Some rich Arab sheik I suppose?’
The waiter delivered their meals, laid it out and poured the wine. ‘Would madam require desert?’ he asked, completely avoiding asking Harry. It was obvious that he was out of place. Greta shook her head and dismissed the waiter.
‘No Harry, it isn’t an Arabian oil baron. The client happens to be no other than myself. I quite like it to be honest. Situated in the middle of town. I can conduct my business from there. It’s ideal.’
‘And what is your business apart from everybody else’s?’ Harry asked, realising he was served lobster rather than fish, with minted mashed potato and various vegetables he had never even seen before.
Greta watched him picking at his meal. He tasted it and found it quite edible, besides the fact that he was very hungry. ‘I can’t tell you what my business is. It’s very private.’ She told him. Harry grabbed the glass of white wine and emptied the glass in one prolonged swallow, then resorted to eating the lobster with his fingers. Not that Greta was bothered, infract she found it amusing. ‘I hope you don’t treat your women like that?’ She said with a grin.
‘Want to try me?’
Helen arrived purposefully late at the lawyers office. She phoned ahead to tell them she was on her way. She wanted the reading to be quick and over with in order to avoid Jayne or any others that may be present. Meeting David Lords’ relatives was something she wanted to avoid as much as possible. All that she knew about those kinds of proceedings were simple. Someone leaves you something and you collect the legal right to them. The thing was, deep in her mind she partially blamed herself for encouraging his suicide by discovering things about him.
She was shown to the office by the receptionist. Inside she was greeted by just one other person, the only one apart from the lawyer himself and that was Jayne. Instinctively, Helen accepted Jayme’s hugs and then they both sat before the lawyer’s des who seemed patient to begin. ‘This will not take too long. The executor being present.’ The lawyer nodded to Jayne. She turned to Helen and smiled, reaching out t take her hand. Although Helen did not really want to take it, she did out of respect.
‘To my wife and executor Missus Jayne Lord…’ The lawyer began, and Helen suddenly realised with that Jayne was David’s legal wife. ‘…my full estates and properties herewith listed…’ The list seemed endless as the lawyer reamed off various articles of small properties including his ex wife’s’ jewellery and items of priceless antiques. ‘And to my friend and student, Miss Helen Mason, I leave the sum of eighteen million pounds along with the remaining sum of fifty two million pounds to my wife and executor Missus Jayne Lord.’
Helen could not believe it. David had left her an amazing sum of money. He was a latent millionaire. He had to be to have so much money. ‘Can you repeat that sum again please?’ she asked. The lawyer repeated the lines on the document again. She thanked him, trying to absorb the figure in her mind. Eighteen million. She too was suddenly a millionaire.
‘May I continue?’ the lawyer asked. ‘There are conditions.’
Helen wondered, what conditions? Something she did not expect. She looked around at Jayne who continued to smile. ‘The conditions are as follows…’ the lawyer carried on reading the document. ‘In order that Miss Mason inherits the said sum, she must make a legal and binding contract of partnership with Missus Jayne Lord, thus sharing all re
maining property and that listed above at the consent of Missus Jayne Lord.’
‘A binding contract?’ Helen queried. ‘You mean I must marry her? As in a lesbian partnership?’
‘Exactly that Miss Mason. As there is no legal marriage possible between two members of the same sex, a legally binding contract of partnership is sufficient.’ The lawyer explained. ‘And then the eighteen million pounds is yours.’
Helen let go of Jayne’s hand quickly. ‘No, no… That can’t be right. I don’t want a contract with her.’
‘Then your inheritance of eighteen million will be left uncontested. Neither of you get that sum until it is legally claimed.’ The lawyer explained. Helen became a millionaire and suddenly she was poor again. Jayne remained silent whilst Helen thought hard about the situation. ‘There is one bonus to that contract,’ the lawyer began, in order to speed up a conclusion. ‘Should the contract be ended, by demise of one or the other partner, the two remaining sums or whatever is left of those sums will legally belong to the surviving partner, unless either makes a last will and testament countering the agreement.’
‘What he means dear Helen is, if I die, all of David’s money is yours, including my share.’ Jayne explained. ‘But you have to enter a binding contract of partnership with me. It’s the way he wanted it I suppose. Personally I don’t mind.’
Helen could not believe that such a condition was concocted. Jayne had to be an accomplice in the whole situation. She could not even believe that Jack was not mentioned either, just to make it all one complete ‘kinky’ ride. She had to decide on the condition, but she was not ready. She was not a lesbian. ‘I need time to think about it.’ She declared. The lawyer looked at Jayne and she nodded her reply.
‘Then a second reading will be held in a few weeks time,’ the lawyer explained. ‘That will give you both time to discuss the disputed conditions and you will be informed by my secretary of the date. I thank you both.’
Greta and Harry returned to the apartment after their lunch appointment. To his surprise the whole place had been re-furnished and decorated. There had been no time wasted. And to add to that, Greta wasted no time in seducing Harry. There was no way she was going to let him seduce her or allow sexual intercourse. The terms for sex had to be entirely dictated by Greta. And she had no objections in making her next desired move.
Harry sat on the brand new leather settee with his pants around his ankles. Greta sat beside him, leaning into his hard manhood, tasting it as she swallowed and gulped on his precum, expertly stroking him to his climax. Harry griped her blonde hair as gently as possible as he tried to hold back his load a little longer. His moans echoed louder around the walls of the lounge until he resigned himself in declaring, ‘Oh fuck, I’m cumming… I’m cumming.’ Greta looked up at him as he filled her mouth with thick warm spunk. She kept on stroking and sucking him until he could take no more, letting every single drop of his cum empty into her throat.
Harry caught back his breath as Greta licked every drop that had escaped around her lips. The whole act was unexpected. ‘There,’ Greta began. ‘I did tell you that you would have no chance of fucking me. But, what was to stop me fucking you?’ Harry was speechless, recovering from what he described as the most spontaneous blow job he had ever experienced. Now it was over, he felt as if he was truly forced into resigning to this strange, but beautiful woman’s desires. The fact was, Greta found him sexually attractive and being the ‘slut’ she was could not resist in finding out what he was made of and what he tasted like.
‘Do you normally do business like that with all of your business partners?’ Harry asked, still holding onto his semi-hard manhood. Greta threw him a tissue to wipe himself clean from the neat silver fresh wipe dispenser on the low table. She had nothing to say in reply. The sex was over and she was personally satisfied until she found the time alone to enjoy her trusted toys. As far as men were concerned, they had cocks, they had spunk, of which she found irresistible, and that was it.
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IncestAny constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I'd usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only child until my little brother was born when I was in the sixth grade. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin...
I wasn't looking for anyone, my previous long term relationship had fell apart quite messily. Now all I wanted was to be left alone and to lick my wounds; but she had other ideas. I was sitting with the rest of my group at lunchtime, I was on the fringes, not really getting involved in their conversation, when she sat down opposite me. "Hi, I'm Lily," she said brightly. "Hi," I said, not really looking at her. Then after a long pause, she started again. "I'm on the Business course...
In the early 1970s, as soon as I turned sixteen, I was encouraged by my classmates at school to make an appointment with a call girl to savour the delights of sex. Under no circumstances were my parents to be told. I rang the number provided, went directly to the address with my five-pound note and was received by a grinning maid who considered that I seemed underage and asked to see "the note from your Mummy allowing you to attend."Giggling, she then led me into a bedroom with the comment,...
SpankingOne day I was working on my property when I decided to walk down to the local river. As I approached the river bank, on my property, I saw a ATV parked. I slowly approached and looked out on the sandbar and in the sun I saw my neighbors daughters. They were actually step sister. One I knew just turned 18 and was in high school and the other I knew was older and had been away in college for a year. They are both hot, one brunette with large tits and shapely ass and a hot red head, the...
The helmet is painted with the same demon face as the red one. The motorcycle is a big red Honda CR 500. I wonder if you will show. I wonder if it is the police that will come instead. I am confident with the canyons and bluffs in this area I can even loose a helicopter if they try to catch me. Hell, there were likely 20 or 30 other desert riders in the area and you could only give them a scant description at best. DNA would get me but I am counting on you not reporting it. Your...
She was a looker all right--fine coat, double-breasted button-down pink blouse with black trim and with a knee-length skirt that hugged her bottom-- and it was a bottom that deserved to be caressed. Long dark hair, fair skin, green eyes emphasized with perfect makeup and lipstick the color of an oriental ruby. She was tall and firm on five-inch heels and her jewelry looked like the real thing. Her purse might have cost as much as my car. No one in Ruby's could stop looking.Normally the girls at...
LesbianI slump down in my chair, relieved that my board meeting is over. It’s been such a stressful day; breaking down that morning and waiting on the hard shoulder for the AA for nearly two hours; breaking my heel on the way into work, and being shown up by Mr Masterson in my meeting. Bastard. I look at the time- 4:30pm. Hmm, what to do for half an hour? I walk over to the door and turn the key, hoping the tell tale sound of the lock won’t draw the attention of too many people. The vertical blinds...
ExhibitionismThe girls were in a man free zone in the large club room: men were not allowed in on hen nights. The crooner and the blue comedian had done their acts and now the male stripper held centre stage. he was blonde and muscular with a six pack and with a tanned body devoid of hair. Annie and her three companions where sat at a front table not sure if the huge bulge in his posing pouch was genuine. Annie was the bride-to-be, her companions her bride's maids. Annie was tipsy and enjoying herself...
Straight SexWhen I was seventeen and in my final year at school, new neighbours moved in next door to us. It immediately became clear that Duncan, aged twenty-seven, and his wife Angela, aged twenty-two, were not exactly a happily married young couple. They had been married for six months and their relationship appeared to be a rather rocky one, if the screaming matches from next door were anything to go by.My mom was always one of those kind ‘do-gooder’ individuals and naturally went next door a day after...
Gay MaleI was wasting a perfectly delightful Saturday afternoon vacuuming the house when a bright idea hit me. At least I thought it was bright. I asked myself, why am I wasting every damn Saturday cleaning this house? Why don't I get someone to do it for me? And the really bright part of the idea was that I knew where to get that someone. Let me explain. My house is about a block from the local two-year college. The college is a perfect place for kids to finish their required classes at $100 a...
Be free to mail me at and we could interact there. So read my personal experience and comment further. Today I would like to share a sex story of me that happened recently with a female from Sri Lanka. Well coming to the story I would like to introduce the female first with whom I had sex. My manager called me last week and told me to have a seat at his cabin and then had a casual talk regarding my work and then told me that now is the time of financial closing so you don’t have much work...
Cassie was always a very shy girl and never really talked to much, hell I barely ever heard her voice! She never was talkative and usually kept to herself when I was around so I never thought much of her. But the few times I did hear her talk and actually got a good look at her I always thought she was adorable, cute and kind of mousy. My first real encounter with her was during my Birthday when I decided to stay the night at Tommy’s house. I woke up suddenly at about 3ish in the...
This summer was amazing and camp was amazingly fun. Everyday I get to spend time with the sexiest person on camp grounds, Wolfgang. He is tall, built, and kind of pale. He has dark hair and eyes, and soft features that give his face a sensitive look. He is the man I dream about every night. The only problem is he is a counselor and I'm a camper and if any one knew what we did, neither of us would be going back to camp. Ever. After a long day of taking care of little girls as part of my...
Oral SexBy: Incestveteran My mom along with Jaya’s mom and her friends left to other part of the well house where Jaya’s brothers resided to discuss and sort out the differences with Jaya and her husband (my mom and Indru’s spanker) joining them after a while. My mom would initiate discussions and later they would join that was the game plan. Rohini the bride was asked to take rest as she was tired of the marriage rituals and she stayed back with me in the hall we stayed with beds spread. She wore...
IncestOne of the phenomena I was thoroughly thankful for was the acceptance of our new relationship between me and Vassy by her parents. At first they were leery of me, even though my unknown actions were the catalyst that brought Vassy back from her very dark place. That fact kept me awake many a night attempting to figure out just what I had done, whatever it was I was eternally grateful for the result. I had Peter Grate to thank because of his hours of comments about his hometown, Abbotsville....
Finally, it’s Friday and I only have two big yards to do today. I know I'll be done before 2 o'clock and I'll get to go home to get my weekend started early. I was excited as I dressed and grabbed my paper work for the day. Getting to the first yard, I zipped through it like nothing. The second yard took a bit longer, because they wanted a little more detail then usual. Apparently they were having a huge get together this weekend, and needed it to have extra attention. So I did just like the...
Straight SexWhat would be the worst summer job in the world gets worse by having to wear a uniform that is super sexy and hot. And then on top of that having a boss that calls you back to work when you have just finished your shift. But this is what has happened to Reika Ichinose and Mio Ozora on their way home from work. Both of these young ladies decided to get summer jobs at a bakery shop and now they are regretting it as they would rather be out playing with friends than running errands for the bakery...
xmoviesforyouTill this day, I can never forget the most wonderful birthday gift I ever had, presented by my big brother. I was 20 then, and he & his girlfriend took me out as a birthday treat. On my 18th birthday, my big brother had treated me to a great weekend "camping" (mom & dad never knew about the actual "site" that we went to). It was a nice cabin situated by a beautiful lake equipped with TV and VCR. We spent a lot of time watching porno movies which my big brother had brought along and jacking in...
EroticHis name was Scott and he was the most unbelievably beautiful guy I had ever seen. At 18 he stood 5’10" and boasted 155 lbs of perfect teenage jock muscles. His long and shaggy blonde hair and eyes so brown they appeared black, a button nose and the most adorable dimples when he smiled had me enthralled since the day we first met. He was the star athlete and "cock-of-the-walk" in this small town, and he had his choice of girls. He was physically stunning and he knew it. This was a good thing,...
Ancient Egypt. 1000 BCE AMUNET Sweat trickled down Amunet’s back as she followed the other slave girls in a line through the arid desert. The hot sand burned her bare feet but she could not stop. A cry jolted her out of her train of thought. As she turned around, she saw one of her fellow slaves, one of the newly captured ones being beat by a man on a camel for stumbling out of the formation. As all the traders wore head coverings, she could not tell them apart. Only the leader, Aapep, an...
The Displaced Detective - Epilogue by Limbo's Mistress Three Years Later .... My leg jiggled up and down as if a tiny jackhammer had replaced the bones inside it. If the man behind the lectern, the one who'd been droning on for the past fifty minutes, didn't shut up soon, I was going to be in serious trouble. Though, it was probably my fault since I really should have had the foresight to, like, go to the bathroom before everything got started. Trying to take my mind off the...
At first, all I remembered was the noise and confusion of the kidnapping,followed by what seemed to be long days of complete and utter blackness, simplydue to my being held in a darkened room, with a blindfold. Of course, I wasbound so that I couldn't take off the blindfold, or try to escape. Later, after I had time to think, the circumstances of my abduction cameback to me. I had just hung up the phone, after promising to donate some olddresses and skirts to an upcoming Junior League auction,...
Mamie Sweetbottom loved the fact she was only one and twenty and was told repeatedly by her friends and relatives that she was the “Cutest little thing in her tiny little bikini.” It felt nice inside to think that most of the males that were lucky enough to actually see her just walking on the street or sitting at her desk had immediate impure thoughts about showing her the secrets of carnal coupling in a crash course of depraved heated humping away from the prying eyes of others. She knew...
Wife and I were sitting and discussing what she wanted for her birthday. She thought about it and said she wanted a massive Bukkake I said ok I will arrange it at the adult bookstore that I usually take you too. I go and visit Joe the owner and set the ball in motion. A few days later he calls and say read the ad I put into the underground web sites. Come by Saturday night and enjoy a night of a massive Bukkake on a cum slut. We will have fluff era here for you but must register starts at...
The flight out to LA was routine. I felt tired by the time I'd cleared the baggage area and had picked up my rental car. Instead of driving all the way up to the high desert, I decided to get myself a motel somewhere along the way. I knew I wanted to put at least twenty miles between myself and the downtown LA area. I ended up finding a motel right off the 210 freeway. It was only around eight thirty, West coast time, but my body's internal clock was telling me it was after eleven. I'd had...
Tholos' antennae were planted firmly to the back of his head as the horrible whining sound of a ship crossing a vortex filled the bridge again. Only for the second time Captain Reed had ordered the maneuver to be performed and with a sense of satisfaction he noticed that this time all weapons systems stayed online. The long after-duty hours with Lieutenant-Commander T'Len and her second in command, Lieutenant Trak had paid off. The vortex generator still strained the ship's systems, but at...
‘You do seem to like carrying me around, Steven.’ ‘It’s fun. Largely because it drives you crazy, really.’ ‘Brat.’ ‘And your point is?’ ‘I brought my crutches, you know.’ ‘What fun would that be?’ ‘You need a hobby.’ Arriving in his bedroom, he gently set me on the side of the bed. Suddenly we were both a touch awkward, knowing what we were there to do but unsure where to start. Deciding to try to reassert some control over the situation, I reached out and started unbuttoning Steven’s...
They took an eastward road from Elmenhørn, marching at a moderate pace. Joerg was happy with that; his legs hurt from last night's march. He tried to get to know his companions. There were twenty-two of them, once they picked up another dozen men at a different inn. They marched until late afternoon. There was no village on the way where they could spend the night, and they asked for quarter at a large farm. The farmer and his armed knechte made them leave, however. They ended up sleeping in...
Linda’s jaw felt sore, and she was relieved when the taxi-driver filled her mouth with his seed. She swallowed out of resignation, and not because she enjoyed it. The flash from the cab-drivers cell phone camera blinded her as he took a picture of her with his dick in her mouth. Her c-cups had popped out of teddy and the posts that went through her nipples scraped and caught against the fabric of the car seat as her Japanese boyfriend plowed her aching vagina from behind. He was standing...
=== Nora and the Nomads === by Trismegistus Shandy This story is in the same setting as my earlier stories "Butterflies are the Gentlest" and "A House Divided". It should stand alone tolerably well, but it might help to read one or both of the others first. This story and its setting are released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. You may repost it on other sites, for instance, or write new stories based on it, as long as...