Booby Trap
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The sitting room was probably big enough to fit Joanne’s entire apartment into it without touching the sides, but it still felt like a cage to her. She paced its length, one step for each tick of the obnoxiously loud grandfather clock on the east wall, reminding herself again and again that the only thing she could do right now was wait.
Because all the other plans were crazy. She couldn’t go to the police, she didn’t have anything even approaching the kind of proof that could get them through the door. She couldn’t just search the house, Natalya Sokoloff had the kind of mansion that probably had its own zip code. It would take days to go room-by-room, assuming the household staff would let her do such a thing. And she’d already given up on trying to contact Cici directly. Her phone had gone straight to voicemail for about a week now.
No, if she wanted to talk to her friend, she needed to go through Natalya. And that meant cooling her heels in the sitting room (one of the sitting rooms, more like) and waiting. Joanne just hoped that the maid hadn’t forgotten where she’d left the new guest.
Twenty minutes later–one thousand, two hundred steps back and forth across the thick red carpet–Joanne finally heard the key in the lock once more. She spun to face it as it opened to reveal the maid again. ‘Mistress Natalya is here to see you,’ she announced in a thick Russian accent before stepping aside to allow her employer to step past her into the room.
She looked exactly like her photos–chestnut brown hair done up in an elaborate French twist that accentuated the curve of her neck, eyes so dark that it was difficult to tell where the pupil ended and the deep brown irises began, slightly bronzed skin that set off her trademark pearls. She was dressed a bit more casually than on the magazine covers, just a white house dress with a long red sash, but that was the only difference. It was the kind of effortless beauty that was only attained with great effort.
Joanne struggled not to feel frumpy by contrast. She knew that her black locks were cut in a thirty dollar bob and she wore a dress she’d designed three years ago, but she liked to believe that she wore it well. Still, standing across from an honest-to-god billionaire fashion magnate made it hard not to feel insignificant. She wondered if Cici had felt the same, and if Natalya had used that against her.
‘Hello, Joanne,’ Natalya said, striding into the room like it was a runway. ‘It was so good of you to come and see me like this on such short notice.’ Her voice sounded like plum pudding, rich and thick and more than a little overpowering. Her Russian accent was fading a little, but it remained almost as strong as the maid’s.
‘I didn’t come here to see you,’ Joanne said, not caring if she sounded rude. She didn’t want to make an enemy of Natalya–struggling independent designers couldn’t afford to cross one of the biggest fashion houses on two continents–but she wanted to keep the other woman at arm’s length from the beginning. ‘I came here to see Cici.’
‘Oh, yes, Cici,’ Natalya said, her face brightening into a dazzling smile. ‘Such a darling girl, don’t you think? We’ve already become such fast friends.’ The smile faded into calculated confusion. ‘I’m sorry–you thought she was here?’
Joanne kept her mouth set in a firm line. ‘Are you going to try to pretend she’s not? We both know that you were seen with her at the Marquis Club last week, and that the two of you left together. She hasn’t been to her classes or back to her apartment since, and nobody’s been able to reach her by phone. I spoke with her professor, and he said you’d arranged for Cici to do some ‘independent study’ with you. I don’t know what she’s studying, but I’m quite sure she’s studying it here.’
For just a fraction of an instant, Joanne saw the calculating look cross Natalya’s face. It was gone almost before it could register as anything more than a subliminal impression, but she knew it was there. ‘Cici, of course,’ Natalya said, as though she hadn’t tried to suggest anything else. ‘She’s resting up a bit at the moment, I’m afraid we had something of a late night. She’ll be joining us momentarily.’ She gestured to a pair of chairs set across from each other. ‘Shall we sit and chat while we wait?’
Warily, Joanne took a seat in one of the overstuffed chairs. She didn’t want to make it seem like she was…doing what she was told…but she also didn’t want to seem too hostile. Natalya held too many of the cards right now. ‘Do you know how long she’ll be?’ she asked, glancing at the grandfather clock.
Natalya sat down in the other chair, smiling a cat’s smile and absently fiddling with one of her pearl earrings. ‘It could be a little while,’ she said. ‘I’m afraid the poor girl might be a bit…exhausted.’ The tone of her voice left no doubt in Joanne’s mind as to exactly what–and who–exhausted Cici last night.
Joanne tried to respond with nothing more than a noncommittal grunt, not wanting to engage with the other woman at all. But Natalya continued talking, as though determined to draw out a response. ‘I will admit, I have enjoyed Cici’s company far more than I expected to when we first met. Not that I expected to dislike her, but she’s such an enthusiastic young thing! I can understand completely how the two of you became so close.’
Natalya continued to play with her earring as she spoke, running her finger over it and setting it swaying ever so slightly. Joanne tried to look anywhere else. ‘Of course we both know that it was really you that I wanted to see, Joanne. Cici is a lovely girl, and I’m quite happy we’ve…gotten to know each other.’ Again the pause hinted at a very different kind of knowledge than Cici was gaining in school, or as Joanne’s intern. ‘But you’re my real interest.’
Inwardly, Joanne felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as all her worst fears were confirmed. Outwardly, though, she simply made another vague noise that expressed nothing beyond noting that Natalya had spoken. She tried to fix her eyes on the corner of the room, tried to ignore the steady tick of the clock on the wall. She wanted to get up and pace again, but at the same time she didn’t want to do anything that would give Natalya cause to throw her out without Cici.
‘I know, you will think me a trifle manipulative,’ Natalya said with a disarming gesture, one that had the side benefit of drawing Joanne’s eyes back to her hands. The same hands that returned to playing with her pearls. ‘But I’ve been wanting to meet with you for so long, Joanne. And you are such a busy person! Why, anyone would think that you were avoiding me.’
Joanne tried to keep the noise neutral and noncommittal again, but she was aware that she failed pretty badly at it. She felt the silence stretching out into an awkward pause, and finally she had to break it. ‘It’s nothing personal,’ she said, trying to sound dismissive instead of sheepish. She wasn’t actually all that good at being rude to people. ‘It’s just that you have something of a–‘ She knew she was blushing, but she didn’t know how to stop. ‘A reputation,’ she finished weakly.
Natalya’s smile widened from a cat’s smirk to a lion’s grin. She leaned forward in her seat, setting the pearl earrings into motion again, and said, ‘Do I really? You’ll have to excuse my interest, dear. I’m afraid that one of the worst things about having people talk about you behind your back is that you so rarely get to find out what they’re saying. Please. Tell me what my dreaded reputation is.’
Joanne squirmed just a little under the intensity of Natalya’s stare. She reminded herself again not to look at the other woman’s eyes, or her earrings, or her breasts, or anywhere for too long. ‘They say, um…’ She swallowed a little harder than normal. ‘They say you have a way of convincing people to do things, to sign deals that aren’t…’ Joanne froze, trying to find a way to say it that wouldn’t get her kicked out. ‘That aren’t always
in their best interest.’
Natalya laughed. ‘I prefer to believe that I provide them with…intangible compensation, darling,’ she replied. She shifted in her seat, causing her pearl earrings to catch Joanne’s attention all over again as they dangled at the end of their silver hooks. Joanne had never seen pearls that big before. ‘I don’t think you’ll find that my business partners are unhappy.’
‘No, that’s the other thing,’ Joanne said, forcing herself to stare down at her own fingernails. ‘They say you’re not above using your personal charm to convince designers to come work for you.’ Joanne knew as well as Natalya did what she was implying, and she tried very hard to avoid making even a word of it sound anything less than squeaky clean. ‘They say that people wind up forming very rapid attachments to you. Sometimes unhealthy ones.’
‘That I wrap them around my little finger?’ Natalya asked, running her little finger around one of her milky, lustrous pearls. ‘Use my feminine wiles on them, mesmerize them with my animal magnetism, that sort of thing?’
‘Um…’ Joanne suddenly realized how silly it all sounded when she heard it coming from Natalya’s own lips, but that was exactly what they said. The fashion industry ran on gossip, and Joanne had sat in on enough catty late-night drinking sessions with her fellow designers that she knew all the rumors by heart. The one about the Parisian buyer who ‘bumped into’ Natalya Sokoloff at a restaurant and spent the whole evening staring at Natalya’s pearl earrings, not saying a word. The one about the Milanese illustrator whose only explanation for taking a pay cut to work for Natalya was a vacant grin and a blank stare. It all sounded a lot more reasonable at 2 AM after a few Cosmos.
‘Oh, my!’ Natalya said, trying and failing to stifle her laughter. ‘It is, isn’t it? That’s why you were keeping yourself hidden away! You thought I was going to hypnotize you with my pretty pearls and make you fall in love with me!’ She was cackling now, an undignified laugh that sounded completely out of place coming from such an elegant mouth.
The laughter finally subsided into giggles, and then to sighs. ‘But even when you thought this was some kind of trap,’ Natalya said, suddenly sounding thoughtful, ‘you still came here. For your friend Cici. You must care about her very much.’
Joanne nodded, feeling her blush burn her whole face. ‘I do,’ she said. There was nothing more to say–she’d known Cici less than a year, but she already cared about the young woman far more than she had a right to. She’d never told Cici just how much–she wasn’t sure if the other woman was even a lesbian, let alone whether she wanted a relationship with someone twelve years older than her–but when she thought Cici was in danger, she came here regardless of the consequences.
‘Your feelings for her must be very strong,’ Natalya said, fixing Joanne with an almost obscenely direct stare. ‘I understand perfectly, she’s a very beautiful girl. She has such pretty eyes, so bright and sparkling. Such a beautiful mouth, curved in that perfect Cupid’s bow. They’re perfect for kissing, those lips. You could imagine them kissing you for hours, all over until your whole body shakes with the pleasure of it.’
Joanne shifted in her chair slightly, trying to pretend she wasn’t thinking about exactly that. ‘Um, Cici,’ she said, hearing a touch of arousal in her voice and hoping Natalya couldn’t hear it too. ‘Could you maybe send someone to check on her?’
‘Oh, I’m sure she’ll be here any second,’ Natalya said, her hands once again toying absently with her earrings as she spoke. ‘She talked to me about you, by the way. Between you and me…’ Natalya favored Joanne with a sly smile. ‘She’s had a fantasy about the two of you ever since you first met.’
Joanne’s eyes widened in alarm. Not so much because Natalya was apparently betraying the young woman’s confidence, she was ashamed to admit, but because Joanne knew she couldn’t hide her desire to hear all about it. She felt suddenly vulnerable, as though Natalya had found a gap in her defenses that the other woman was eager to exploit.
But that was silly, wasn’t it? Hadn’t Natalya laughed at how silly it was?
‘She told me all about it,’ Natalya said, leaning in so close that Joanne could smell her perfume. ‘She’s been thinking about it for ages, every night while she plays with her pretty pussy. She imagines the two of you, working late at night together–you’ve finished a pretty dress, and she offers to model it for you. She slips off her clothing, because it’s just you girls there, but you can’t take your eyes off her body.’
Joanne nodded, feeling the heat in her cheeks joined by an entirely different kind of heat between her legs. Natalya’s eyes sparkled with arousal as well, a conspiracy of desire, and Joanne felt unable to meet the naked heat in the other woman’s gaze. When Natalya’s fingers set the pearl earring into motion again, Joanne almost whimpered in gratitude at the excuse to look away.
‘She puts on the dress, but there’s a mistake,’ Natalya continued, timing the sway of the shimmering pearl to the tick of the clock. ‘You’ve done something wrong, the hemline is far too high. Her pussy is right there for you to see. To stare at. To get lost in, Joanne.’
Joanne’s eyes followed the motion of the milky pearl as it swayed, but she wasn’t really seeing it at all. She was imagining Cici, standing there in front of Joanne naked from the waist down, her pussy glistening with moisture that she could no longer hide. Joanne licked her lips unconsciously as her arousal continued to build.
‘But it’s when she pulls it all the way on that she realizes what you’ve done,’ Natalya said, her voice now barely above a sensual whisper. ‘The sleeves join at the wrists, the neck is sewn shut. She can’t take it back off, she can’t see, she can barely even move. She’s helpless, Joanne. Doesn’t that sound so sexy? You can imagine how good it feels for her, being helpless like that.’
‘Uh-huh,’ Joanne whimpered, barely even realizing she was saying it. She was openly squirming in her chair now, rubbing her legs together and luxuriating in each burst of pleasure coming from her pussy. Her eyes were locked onto Natalya’s pearl, drawn automatically to its smooth and silky luster as it moved back and forth, but her mind was focused on the picture Natalya was painting with her words.
‘And that’s when she realizes that you planned all this, that you want her so bad that you can’t think of anything else. The only thing you can think about is her beautiful body, her sensual curves, pleasing her with your hands and your mouth. Nothing else is important, it all fades away into the background so that you can focus on your desire for her. You find a pair of scissors and snip away at the fabric so that you can see her beautiful breasts, so that they can captivate your gaze and leave you panting with lust.’
Joanne nodded, her breath coming just a little too quickly now to think about responding with words. She could feel her arousal beginning to soak into her panties, and she was sure that Natalya could smell it, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do anything about it openly in front of the other woman. Instead, she squeezed her legs together rhythmically, feeling the pressure against her clit slowly melt away her thoughts into a reverie of pleasure.
‘But even though she is blind, bound, exposed, helpless,’ Natalya said, slipping off her earring to hold the pearl closer to Joanne’s sightless stare, ‘it is still you who feel as though you have lost all control. You are feverish with desire, Joanne. You cannot resist the thought of nuzzling those beautiful breasts, licking that perfect pussy, hearing those sweet moans of pleasure as she grinds herself into your tongue. It consumes your mind and you both know it, she has only to whisper to you and you will fall to your knees and service her.’
Joanne whimpered, no longer really able to think in
words. Everything was images, sensations, impressions. Cici’s body, slender and smooth under her fingertips as she gave in and caressed the young woman’s skin. Natalya, caressing Joanne’s shoulders as she painted the fantasy in Joanne’s mind. The musky scent of Joanne’s pussy, drifting up into her nostrils and driving her wild with desire. The pearl, moving back and forth just above Joanne’s eye level and constantly showing her a new sheen of rainbow hues. Cici, moaning into her makeshift gag as Joanne gave in to her lust and got down on her knees to lick.
‘Helplessly drinking in her scent, her taste, lost in the need to worship her body with your tongue,’ Natalya said, but Joanne could no longer separate the description from the fantasy. ‘You know that this is your place now. On your knees. Helpless. Aroused. Needy. Wanting nothing more than to serve and obey because it feels so good to be owned.’ Joanne felt Natalya’s hand curl into her hair, guiding her down off the chair into a kneeling position, but it felt like just more of the wonderful waking dream to her now.
Natalya pulled the sash free, letting her house dress fall open. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. ‘And you know the words that your lips are aching to speak, the words your tongue is begging to say as you stare at the pretty pussy and feel yourself go blank and helpless with desire. The words that will captivate you, bind you to my power just like you’ve always wanted.’ She brushed her hands across Joanne’s eyelids, and they slipped shut of their own accord. ‘All you need to do is say them, and you can have this fantasy. Forever.’
Then it was a trap, Joanne thought to herself distantly, too lost in her desire to care. If this was a trap, maybe she wanted to be caught all along. ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered, and then her mind fell away as she leaned in to Natalya’s wet pussy and began to lick.
THE END
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I was dating this 27 year old fox. And I was luvn it. You See Im 44 years old a lil overweight and I have a 5 inch cock! So you can imagine my surprise when I picked this little honey up at the bar drunk and the next morning she didnt want to leave! The first night I got her home and we dove into bed Im 6ft 230 lbs with strong arms and long flowing hair We sucked each others tongues at first. I felt that tight body up and my lil boner was diamond hard. I got up to get her a liquor drink and I...
09/06/2012THE HONEY TRAPIn a side street in a discreet bar in the UK, a group of people drank illicitly as the clock reached towards 2 am at an exclusive drinking waterhole/night clubAmongst that collection of drinkers was a cluster who sat on an exclusive table, an ill-assorted faction of people, drawn to each other by a common cause Angie. A property landlady, who rented out rooms in the area and above her pub to prostitutes for extra income. Tony, a local entrepreneur who liked a good...
Hotel TrapBy Sonya EsperantoE-mail: [email protected]’s Note:(Note: this story clarification is about 6 to 8 pages long and the actual story starts after 5 pages but please please do put up and bear with me. Thank you ;) Trust me reading this bit too, is worth it.)This is the second story to my Lovecraftian Horror-Sex Story Anthology-Trilogy (with Witness to Horror being the first story). Like my previous story, this story too is adapted and borrows a lot, but not much...
Bondage Master’s Trap It was set than. Jackson had finally done it. It must be for real now? now that he had actually set an actual date and time. As he sat in front of his computer in nothing more than a robe that lay wide open, he hit send on his e-mail. He could not think of a time in recent memory that he was more sexually aroused. Casually, as he did thousands of times before, he took a pump of the skin lotion that sat next to him into the palm of his hand and rubbed his rock hard...
A few days after he fucked me so masterfully that day, my friend's older associate invited me to visit him at his apartment. I wasn't sure what to do. Originally I had only had been with the one guy and now he seemed to be passing me on to his business partner. When I asked him about it he told me that he was OK with it. He had done this before: found a young guy and then introduced him to his older business contact. So I had been used all along. I was just currency. But I had liked how Mack -...
Tender Trap By Amanda More Would the gamble work? I was sure it would but I was still so nervous. Here I was a 22 year old transvestite with a growing interest in the male sex, about to reveal myself to a male friend. Why, was I going insane? I had only gone out to meet others, strangers, on a handful of occasions at specialist bars. But on a couple of those outings I had been pampered and chased sufficiently by guys to let them have what they wanted and I had loved it. I...
The Stiletto Trap It had been a long day at work, and it was great to finally be getting home. My feet were killing me. I was wearing pumps with 4" heels all day, and I don't think I sat down more than 2 times in 12 hours. I arrived at home and found a package in the mail, with no return address. I entered the house, sat down, and slowly slid my pumps off. They throbbed with pain for a few minutes, and the pain slowly faded. I sat back and relaxed for a few minutes. The box. What was in...
David didn’t know what had happened. One minute he was walking home from the gym and the next he was chained by the wrists to a concrete floor. Naked and shivering with fear and cold David tried to work his wrists out of the chains being held closed by a Master lock. Tears streamed down his face as he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to get free. David jerked when he heard a noise outside the door to his new prison. Two muscular men stepped in with terrifying grins...
My wife’s bestfriend, Jenn, is a sweet, open and sexy woman with beautiful eyes and mouth. I have appreciated her compact body from ‘afar’ on many occasions, but last night, I got a whole new perspective, up close and personal… ** Jenn lives out of state with her husband, Greg. Greg is a good enough guy, but he, apparently, has a very low sex drive, a bit of information I recently picked up when I overhead a telephone conversation between J and Jenn. Of course, I couldn’t hear Jenn’s...
Gwendolyn Forbes Smyth was a virtual nymphomaniac, she had a very high sex drive and very few morals. Several of her professors at the university, recommended her to MI5, as an intelligence officer. She was five feet seven inches tall, with waist long, blonde hair, and a figure to die for. But behind the appearance of a typical blonde bimbo, was a mind like a computer, plus she was a patriot.The only problem was, MI5 prefer to recruit people who can blend into the background, ie, “Grey People”...
Straight SexJenn lives out of state with her husband, Greg. Greg is a good enough guy, but he, apparently, has a very low sex drive; a bit of information I recently picked up when I overhead a telephone conversation between J and Jenn. Of course, I couldn't hear Jenn's comments, but I deduced Greg's unfortunate condition based upon what June was saying to her gal-pal over the phone.As I recall, the conversation went something like this..."Oh, honey," I heard June say, "I'm so sorry! When was the last...
Bar trapBy slut michelleSteven was a dead-normal guy. At the age of 28, he felt very happy.Everything had developed in the last few years like he always wanted itto be. His job in a big insurance company was secure with an outlook ofa promotion in the next year. His partner, Nancy, was a very ambitiouslawyer. That meant some days with long working hours for her. But asSteven was quite proud of her, being so successful in her job, andbecause they still had enough time for each other left, he...
THE TRAP by Eric The characters are owned by DC comics no infringement intended in this fan fiction. Lois Lane checked out her appearance in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw. Love had added a bloom to her beauty. Her long dark hair shown, no, sparkled. and her smile was the smile of a woman confident in her beauty and her man. She was looking her best in the new outfit, Lois decided objectively, a jumper suit of shimmering blue gray terminating in her new boots. She...
The Princess Trap By Tyrone Slothrop & Wanda Cunningham Teaser Scene- Sunny California Pacific Coast Highway, somewhere near Santa Barbara, July 7, late evening Alan Carter finally descended past terror and settled into oscillating despair. As much as he liked the pastel green dress, he regretted not wearing jeans tonight. The dress fit nicely, emphasizing his slender waist and lending him an air of feminine sophistication beyond his years but you couldn't really...
Bar trap By slut michelle Steven was a dead-normal guy. At the age of 28, he felt very happy. Everything had developed in the last few years like he always wanted it to be. His job in a big insurance company was secure with an outlook of a promotion in the next year. His partner, Nancy, was a very ambitious lawyer. That meant some days with long working hours for her. But as Steven was quite proud of her, being so successful in her job, and because they still had enough time for each...
Sissy Stepson Part 1 ? Stepmother's Trap Carl Monet was a shy boy of about 15 when his widowed father married Rita Parker. Mrs. Parker was 20 years younger than Carl's father Larry. Carl was very shy and sheepish toward his new stepmother and the new Mrs. Monet was rather cold and distant towards him. Carl's father was gone quit often on trips abroad for weeks at a time and Mrs. Monet was often gone shopping with her sister Maryann and her mother Regina. Carl was...
Sissy Stepson Part 3 ? Caught in the Trap He was worried about the stain until he started watching a game show with the sexy female host. She had a stiletto's like he was wearing and was dangling them. Once again Carl's sissy stick became hard and began oozing translucent sissy cream all over the nylon and panties. He sat there for ten minutes watching the dangling, mesmerized and in a sissy dream like state with glazed eyes and an oozing cream stick confined...
Slumber Party Trap By Shawna Stimple Tiffany Summers slumber party had to be perfect. She had invited the most popular and beautiful girls from school. She had planned every event down to the letter. Makeovers, truth or dare, and late night television were all on the menu. Her parents would be out of town, and there would be no one to tell them when to go to bed. Billy Summers knew his sisters slumber party had to be perfect. That's why he had to ruin it. It was 1966. That's what...
Hey my ISS friends . I am Garry from Delhi . Mein ISS pe kaafi lambe samme se hu and i m fond of stories of aunties , moms and mature ladies . So i also decided to write a story for the same . Yeh meri ik fantasy hai about my mom . Ok let me introduce you with my mom . She is about 40 year old , her name is mansi, she is a fair lady , hyt 5,5 , exellent figure , and the most attractive part id her long hair . unke lambe baal jo ki unki hips tak jaate hain . i love them a lot since my childhood...
Boat Trap "Well this sucks." It was an odd turn of events. Stacy had won an all-expenses trip somehow, and we had been looking so forward to this cruise. But now - disaster. Stacy was stomping around our cabin, acting as if the whole thing were my fault. But it wasn't. "You shouldn't have said anything, Stace. You should have kept your mouth shut for once!" Long story short: Stacy and I were on our first romantic trip together. But we would not be having sex on this trip,...
My wife's bestfriend, Jenn, is a sweet, open and sexy woman with beautiful eyes and mouth. I have appreciated her compact body from "afar" on many occasions, but last night, I got a whole new perspective, up close and personal... * Jenn lives out of state with her husband, Greg. Greg is a good enough guy, but he, apparently, has a very low sex drive; a bit of information I recently picked up when I overhead a telephone conversation between J and Jenn. Of course, I couldn't hear Jenn's...
Group SexGreen Eyed Monster - "The Boyfriend Trap" By Maximillian_Excaliber Prelude "If you wanted to fuck her in the first place, why the hell did you hook up with me?" Robin Bell yelled at Sam Rogers, her boyfriend, as she began packing her belongings into her suitcase. She had just returned to their apartment to find him in bed with Brandy, the apartment complex's resident slut and her next-door neighbor."It just happened, Robin!" Sam tried to explain."What do you mean 'IT JUST HAPPENED?’" she asked...
Straight SexJill wondered if she took the right decision The tourist trap by Tomatin Jill wondered if she took the right decision. That same morning she was flying back home after a fantastic vacation with her friends.? But apparently the flight was overbooked so the airplane company offered a large fee to those passengers who would overnight in the small republic of Finistera and continue their trip one flight later. Jill counted out that the fee would pay a large part of her holiday back.? She...
Sexual And Bdsm Content. Not To Be Read By Minors, By People Who Are OffendedBy Such Material, Or By People Who Live In Jurisdictions Which Prohibit SuchMaterial. No Republication Or Links Without Prior Approval. The Trap William Soames nursed his beer while simultaneously keeping his eye bothon the Japanese clients (Mr. Sato and Mr. Watanabe) he was entertaining, andon the lithe strippers performing on the stage of the Gentleman's Club theyhad requested being taken to during their latest...
If you didn’t read my first story, please read it. This is the story that happened after her marriage. I’ll be writing the story as Sushmitha about how she falls in the trap. Hey guys, my name is Sushmitha. I’m 27 years old and recently married. I’ve had many relations in the past. In college, I was a slut for a few boys as well. I know you all want to know my figure, so here it is. My boobs are 36d, my waist is 28, and my ass is 36. I get stares from strangers all the time, and to be honest,...
Alyssa 3 – Mom’s trap After Gary’s party I still saw Morgan at school every day, but now it was different. Now any time we crossed paths there was an obvious, almost irresistible draw to each other. I would always smile, or perhaps leer is a better word, and watch her pass by. I had to be very careful that Alyssa never saw, but I did watch her every time. I did get together with Morgan once or twice on the side when Alyssa had to go out of town for lacrosse games or some other event. We never...