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Introduction: A married couple with all the money they could want seek out whatever pleasures they desire. If this is popular, more will follow. Yellow sunlight seeped through the thin curtains as Miriam Hargreaves sat at the antique vanity table in the corner of the grand bedroom, delicately applying her make-up. Wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and with her long, chestnut hair still wet from the shower, she applied the make-up deliberately and precisely. She was tall and slim, her skin immaculately bronzed, and with a thin, pointed face that was beautiful but stern. As she dusted the blusher so carefully on her pronounced cheek-bones, she could hear her mothers voice in her head, One must not only be wealthy, one must also be seen to be wealthy. It was a mantra that Miriam had lived her life by, the collection of cosmetics arranged neatly on the vanity table was worth hundreds of pounds, and she took great care every morning to make herself look like the wealthy woman she was.
From behind her she heard the sound of her husband, George, stirring in their lavish four-poster bed. Good morning, Darling she said matter-of-factly, without turning from the mirror. Morning he replied. Miriam finished applying the blusher and glanced around at her husband as she reached for the next pot. At 46, George was a full decade her senior, but he was still reasonably handsome. He was tall and fairly muscular, even if he did have a bit of a paunch starting to develop. His short, black hair and the stubble that covered his hard jaw were flecked with silver, giving him a distinguished look that Miriam found oddly sexy. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, she noticed the five inch tent that he was pitching under the silk sheets. And dont go asking me to deal with that for you, I need to get dressed She told him sharply before turning back to her mirror. Whats on the agenda for today, darling? she asked. Oh the usual bollocks, meetings with various arseholes, et cetera. You?
Nothing that would interest you, dear she said in as sweet a voice as she could manage this early in the morning.
George huffed at the prospect of having to get up, then threw back the covers and heaved himself out of bed. Miriam watched him in her mirror as he padded naked into the en-suite. He closed the door behind him and a few moments later came the echoing whoosh of him pissing. Miriam rolled her eyes and decided that his refusal to piss against the porcelain must be due to some pre-historic territorial instinct to piss loudly and intimidate rival males. Men, she thought. The whoosh soon turned into a trickle and eventually stopped altogether, to be replaced by the roar of the shower and the sound of George humming some non-descript tune. A few minutes later he emerged, towelling himself off. He threw the towel over the radiator, where hers was already drying, and grabbed a crisp white shirt from the mahogany wardrobe.
Miriam was just applying her mascara when Georges frustrated voice came from behind her, Oh for fucks sake, its just not going anywhere. She twisted round in her seat, annoyed at having to pause mid-way through her task, and saw George standing in front of her in his white shirt with the top button open, naked from the waist down. His hands were on his hips and he was looking down at his still obstinately erect cock. It just wont go down love, he re-iterated, cant do anything till this is dealt with. She stared at his engorged, jutting member and sighed. Fine, she said in an exhausted tone sit down. George lowered himself into the beige armchair in the opposite corner of the room as Miriam got up and pulled the velvet cord that hung from the ceiling next to the bed. Somewhere far off in the house, a bell rang. The ringing was quickly followed by footsteps on the stairs and then in came Bridget, the maid.
Bridget curtsied as she entered, and said in a high, chirpy voice, You rang, Maam? Bridget was in her mid-twenties and she was pretty. Her bleached blonde hair was cut short, with a sloping fringe, and there was a certain Scandinavian flavour to her friendly face. She was a whole head shorter than Miriam, and she was curvaceous, bordering on plump, with full hips and big breasts. She wore her maids uniform, the simple, short black dress with its white collar and pinafore. Yes, Bridget. Mr Hargreaves is in need of some relief, she said, casually waving a hand towards her husband if you would be so kind. Bridget turned to see George, whom she had not noticed upon entering the room, reclining impatiently in the arm chair, his blushing cock still stood at attention. Yes, Maam said Bridget, nodding obediently to her mistress. She closed the bedroom door behind her and walked over to where George sat and, sinking gracefully to her knees between his open legs, she calmly took him in her mouth. As her husbands cock was unquestioningly sucked by the pretty young maid, Miriam went back to finishing her mascara. She listened to the rhythmic slurping and to Georges heavy breathing and occasional grunts of approval, sometimes looking behind her in the mirror to watch Bridgets little blonde head dutifully bobbing up and down in Georges lap.
George bit his lip and grinned. Sat in this chair, legs apart and arms resting on the chairs arms, he felt like a king, and he watched contentedly as the little servant girl paid homage to his cock. With her right hand, Bridget gripped the base of his shaft firmly, holding it steady as her lips formed a tight seal around him and slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, leaving a thick layer of glistening saliva behind them. With her left hand she cupped his balls, massaging them gently. Bridget kept her eyes shut as she sucked him, focussing on her own movements and on the responses of the hot slab of flesh that filled her mouth. Mr Hargreaves taste was familiar, she had done this many times before and knew just how to get him off quickly. She made no effort to draw out the pleasure by putting on a show or teasing him. This was precisely what Mrs Hargreaves had said it was, relief, nothing more. She felt his pulse quickening, saw his hands gripping the arms of the chair, and knew that he was close. Withdrawing her head slightly, so that only the head of his cock was still held in her mouth, she began to pump him hard and fast with her hand, her saliva making him nice and slippery. She squeezed his balls firmly, felt his legs twitching and braced herself for the oncoming rush. With a loud gasp, he came, unloading his pent up cum into Bridgets mouth. The hot stickiness that was at once creamy, salty and oddly soapy coated her tongue and filled her mouth. She kept her lips wrapped around his head, her hand slowly and deliberately milking the last drops of cum out of him until finally his cock stopped twitching and began to soften. Bridget broke away, sat back on her calves, and gulped down her hot, white mouthful.
Miriam heard her George climax just as she put the finishing touches to her make-up. She stood up and threw her bath robe on to the bed, revealing her lithe body, small breasts and the artfully sculpted strip of pubic hair between her legs. Then, completely naked, she sat down again on the low, cushioned seat in front of the vanity table and began pulling on a pair of stockings. She looked at Bridget who knelt, panting, at Georges feet, head down. If youre quite done, Bridget, she said with cool authority there are towels on the radiator which need washing, and bring some coffee up as well. Bridget quickly got to her feet, brushed off her dress and nodded politely. Yes, Maam. Right away, Maam. A drop of cum had escaped her mouth and left a translucent trail down her chin. Miriam didnt know whether Bridget realised it was there or not, either, way she ignored it as she grabbed the towels from the radiator and quickly bustled out of the room. George exhaled contentedly, then got up from the chair, stretched, and carried on getting dressed. How was she, darling? asked Miriam as if she was asking about nothing more exciting than the weather. Outstanding, as always George replied just as casually Very thorough. Miriam smiled as she pulled on a pair of expensive lace panties. The display had made her quite horny and she could feel a growing wetness between her legs. No time to deal with it this morning of course, but she knew that after work she might well have to put Bridget to work again. She had been irritable lately. She was in need of a good servicing and, as George had rightly said, Bridget was so very, very thorough.
&hellip,
George and Miriam had been married for almost eight years. She was a high flying corporate lawyer in one of the top city firms, he had accumulated a great deal of money working as a stockbroker and both came from exceedingly wealthy families, so they had always been an extremely rich couple. Five years ago they had abandoned their magnificent penthouse apartment in London and moved to this mansion in the suburbs and now commuted into the city for work.
Both Miriam and her husband had very powerful sex drives, and very early on in their relationship it had become abundantly clear that neither of them was enough, on their own, to satisfy the others libido. That is not to say that the sex they had wasnt good, quite the contrary. They had always loved each other deeply, and when their two ambitious, domineering, take-no-bullshit personalities had come together, the sexual chemistry between them was palpable and their lovemaking was intense, passionate and aggressive and never seemed to grow stale. It was just that they both loved variety in their sex lives and when they wanted sex they wanted it right then and there, two factors which were hardly conducive to a mutually enjoyable, monogamous relationship. Thankfully though, this was never a problem for them. Being wealthy gives one a certain pragmatism from a young age, and this combined with their business backgrounds and straight-to-the-point personalities meant that both immediately recognised the logic and attraction that an open relationship held. George would often summon escorts to the apartment while Miriam was there, Miriam would pick up young studs in bars of a weekend, at work they fucked secretaries, colleagues and even clients when the mood took them, and together they would host and attend swingers parties, visit sex clubs, dungeons and even brothels, and enjoy all manner of perverse, exciting and frowned-upon pass-times. They we rich enough that nothing was off limits, and horny enough to try it all.
They knew as soon as they moved to the new house that they would need a full-time maid to deal with the cooking and cleaning, but it wasnt until a year ago that they had hit upon the idea to combine the post with that of a live-in sex servant, someone who could take care of domestic matters, but who also wouldnt hesitate to service them sexually when called upon. After their old maid had stormed out, threatening all manner of law suits following a rather indelicate propositioning by George, for which they had had to pay a sizeable settlement in exchange for her silence, they began advertising for the position. When youre rich enough, people can track down anything for you, and within a few weeks they had a handful of applicants. The first two girls they interviewed were not what they were after, neither had quite understood the subtext of the advertisement they had answered and both had become squeamish when the interview took a turn for the explicit. The interviews all took place in the living room, and after a discussion of domestic duties, Miriam had explained to them very frankly what they were really wanted for and then instructed them to suck Georges cock. The first girl had flushed red, stammered an embarrassed apology and made a speedy exit. The second, a shy, nineteen year old Japanese girl, had looked like a rabbit in the headlights when she was given that order. She was shaking like a leaf as she tentatively put her lips around Georges swollen head. She held it there for three seconds before she burst into tears and started wailing about having dishonoured her family. While a frustrated George went to finish himself off, Miriam calmed her down, gave her a cup of tea and sent her on her way with the promise of discretion.
The third girl they interviewed had been Bridget. No problems of interpretation there, she knew exactly what she was applying for and she had astounded them both by going down on George immediately and with gusto, and then going on to strip completely naked and shamelessly and energetically ride Georges cock right there on the sofa while Miriam watched intently. They had offered her the job on the spot, before she had even had a chance to get dressed. Now Bridget had been living with them for just under six months, and had earned every penny of the generous salary she received. Her cooking was excellent, her cleaning thorough, and she had shown herself to be skilful, versatile and enthusiastic in the bedroom. Whatever was asked of her, she was always willing, able and cheerful. Both Miriam and George agreed, she was one of the smartest investments they had ever made.
&hellip,
The day proved to be as long and dull as Miriam had expected. Tedious client meetings, a constant stream of irritating emails and all day long the thought of obedient little Bridget distracting her from her work. Nothing made it harder to get on with things than being horny in the office, and at one point it was all she could do not to rush to the ladies room, lock herself in a cubicle and quickly rub one out. She arrived home that night at about half nine. She and George ate, then he went back to his study to finish off some work while Miriam went upstairs. She gratefully pulled off her work clothes, leaving them in a crumpled trail across her bedroom to the en suite. In front of the bathroom mirror, she pulled the clips from her hair, untying the tight bun and shaking it loose. She grabbed a make-up wipe from the pack on the shelf below the mirror and diligently scoured the make-up from her face. That done, she left the bathroom and, with a sigh of relief, collapsed onto the bed. For a while she just lay there, luxuriating in the comfort of the bed and the relaxation of feeling completely natural and unencumbered. Then, as she sprawled naked on the sheets, her mind turned once more to Bridget. Almost unconsciously, her fingers strayed to her pussy, she was already getting wet. Lazily she circled her clit with her middle finger as she thought of Bridget pleasuring George so attentively that morning. She looked at the clock, 22:45. Bridget would have finished all of her chores at least half an hour ago. The house was still and silent. Now was the time.
Miriam got up and pulled on a black silk dressing gown that was hanging on the back of the door. It was a wonderfully elegant garment and Miriam loved the feel of the shimmering fabric against her bare skin. She belted the dressing gown around her waist and silently slipped out of the bedroom door and tip-toed across the landing and up the narrow flight of stairs to the top floor. She knew there was really no need for her to be so clandestine. She could have been as open as she wanted, but sneaking around like this was so much more exciting and made her feel so much naughtier. She reached the top floor landing, there were five rooms on this floor and the landing would have been pitch black if there wasnt a light on in the last room on the left. Quietly she crossed the landing, turned the doorknob and went inside.
Bridget sat cross legged on her bed, a book open on her lap. She was dressed in a loose fitting pink vest top and white pyjama bottoms decorated with hearts, and was looking with some surprise at Miriam who had just entered her bedroom and now stood at the foot of the bed. Bridgets single bed took up most of the space in the small room lit by the dim, yellow glow of a bedside lamp. Is everything alright, Maam? Bridget asked, putting the book to one side and uncrossing her legs so that she was now sat on the edge of the bed. Miriam didnt say anything, she just walked around the bed to stand in front of Bridget. She smiled down, almost lovingly, at the maid as she smoothly pulled the silk cord around her waist and let the dressing gown fall to the floor. Miriam stood there, still smiling, resplendent in her nakedness. There wasnt a part of her that wasnt immaculately groomed, every inch of her long, thin body was beautifully, but not excessively, tanned. Her legs, arms and stomach were toned and her rich chestnut hair fell delicately to caress her small dark nipples that stood provocatively erect. Even her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into thin, elegant strip. Bridgets bright blue eyes were wide as she took in the sight of her mistress body. Maam, I &hellip, but before she could finish the sentence, Miriam had straddled her and pressed her lips against the Bridgets in an electrifying, passionate kiss. There were no tongues, but the intensity of it was wonderful. Miriam broke away and Bridget, still leaning back on her arms, was left reeling. Before she could say anything, Miriam had pressed a finger against her lips and, as she looked into Bridgets deceptively innocent eyes, whispered When were together like this, you call me Miriam.
She pushed Bridget down onto the bed and kissed her again, voraciously, almost aggressively. Her skin tingled as Bridgets hands explored her sides and then her hips and then further down to her buttocks. Then Bridgets grip suddenly tightened and Miriam let out a startled squeal as she was abruptly flipped onto her back with Bridget lying on top of her, her look of innocent confusion replaced by a seductively impish grin. Miriams heart was racing and she bit her bottom lip and Bridget, kneeling between her legs as if the pair of them were locked in the missionary position, bent forward and, with excruciating slowness, dragged the tip of her tongue up from Miriams navel to between her breasts. She drew back slightly before extending her nimble tongue towards Miriams waiting nipple. Miriam vainly tried to hold back a moan as Bridgets tongue circled and flicked across her nipple. Then she gasped as Bridget abruptly bit the nipple and an electric spark of pleasure blossomed through her. Bridget sat up, still smirking at the pleasure she was inflicting, and pulled the vest top up and over her head. Her magnificent breasts, lifted by the action, bounced as they fell free of the fabric, the immaculate, milky skin quivering for just a moment before settling. Miriam drank in the sight of Bridgets breasts They were much larger than her own, round and full with big, pink nipples. Miriam could contain herself no longer. She sat up and eagerly fell upon Bridgets chest. Greedily she suckled at Bridgets ample bosom. The taste and smoothness of the skin beneath her tongue was intoxicating, and her thoughts began to blur as she kissed, licked, sucked and bit at the maids exquisite flesh. Her nipple was soft and malleable at first, a warm, supple bud that her questing mouth quickly enveloped. But as her swirling tongue began to explore, she felt it getting firmer and she began to use her teeth, gingerly at first, but then with increasing force, to be met with sounds of approval from Bridget who had been stroking her hair encouragingly. At the same time, Miriam fondled Bridgets other breast with her left hand. She loved to cup the breast and feel its weight, to squeeze and feel that uncannily perfect balance between just enough give and just enough resistance, and to caress and feel the nipple harden at her touch. None of her actions were planned out, she was going on pure, lustful instinct. Whatever felt right, whatever came into her head, she did.
Out of nowhere she suddenly felt Bridgets cool fingertips between her legs and instinctively she clung tighter to the luscious bust in front of her. Bridget had lent forward and reached down, under Miriams raised arm, to touch her rapidly wettening pussy. Her experienced fingers slid between Miriams moistened lips and down, pausing momentarily as she reached the opening of her vagina, before plunging her middle finger deep into the hot, tight wetness. Miriam cried out in pleasure as Bridgets finger pumped in and out of her and she began to move her hips to the same rhythm. Leaning forward had brought Bridgets face level with Miriams neck and the lingering scent of expensive perfume excited her. She began to plant small, delicate kisses on Miriams graceful neck, but desire rapidly overcame all restraint and she set about devouring the perfumed skin in an almost vampiric manner. Her mistress would come to her like this every other week or so, and it was an occasion that she looked forward to eagerly. Sucking the masters cock of a morning or being bent over his desk of an evening was a duty that she was happy to perform but from which she gleaned little enjoyment. This, on the other hand, was a genuine pleasure. Miriams pussy was almost dripping wet now, her juices running down Bridgets fingers, and the graphic slopping noises that she made as she diligently masturbated her mistress made her own pussy start to burn with anticipation. As her middle finger worked, she stretched out her thumb and found Miriams clitoris. Wasting no time, she began rubbing the little button in a fast, circular motion. That was the final straw for Miriam. She had been holding back for a minute already, but the sensation of Bridgets touch on her clit sent a burst of pleasure coursing through her. Her back arched and she threw back her head as she came. Then she clutched at Bridget, pressing herself up against the maids fleshy body, her hips twitching as she rode out the orgasm. Gradually the fire ebbed away until it was gone and Miriam felt her legs give way underneath her and she collapsed sideways onto the bed.
For a few moments she just lay there, panting. Bridget smiled at her as she absent-mindedly sucked her middle finger clean, before leaning down to plant a small, affectionate kiss on Miriams temple. Then she got up and wandered over to the other side of the room. I trust we arent finished? said Bridget with mock-sincerity. Miriam, who had recovered her composure, pushed herself up onto her elbows and turned to see Bridget standing, slightly bent over, with her hands resting on the desk, looking over her shoulder at Miriam. Perish the thought replied Miriam, with playfully pretended shock.
Im glad to hear it, Bridget purred, but if were going to carry on then I am feeling rather overdressed, and Id hate to rob you of the pleasure of making me decent for our little games! and with that she wiggled her shapely rear. Miriam beamed and all but leapt off the bed. In the throes of passion it had completely slipped her notice that Bridget was still clothed from the waist down, so now she raced to kneel on the floor behind Bridget, whose elbows now rested on the desk as she proudly thrust out her behind. Excitedly, Miriam hooked her fingers into the elasticated waistband of Bridgets bottoms and, deliberately slowly, began to pull them down, savouring the sight of them sliding down to reveal Bridgets broad, pale buttocks, inch by inch. She let the bottoms fall to the floor and Bridget stepped out of them and stood there, naked. She was still bent over and the pose served only to accentuate the shape of her impressive behind. In keeping with her full and curvaceous figure, Bridgets arse was big and round, as much an asset as her splendid breasts and, to Miriam, irresistible. She placed a hand on each buttock and for a few moments stroked them both softly before giving the pale cheeks a firm squeeze and pulling them apart so she could admire Bridgets most intimate parts. Her pussy was flushed and glistening with moisture, while the tight pucker of her arse-hole looked so inviting that Miriam couldnt resist flicking her tongue across it, making Bridget giggle excitedly.
Miriam stood quickly, grabbed Bridgets hips and spun her round to face her. She kissed her hard, hungrily pushing Bridget back until she was perched on the edge of the desk with Miriam standing between her open legs. She felt Bridgets hands on her buttocks, pulling her in closer, their breasts pressing together as they greedily devoured one another. Then Miriam broke away from the kiss and slowly began to lower herself back to her knees, planting delicate kisses down the length of Bridgets torso as she went, on her neck, her collar-bone, her breast, her breast again, her ribs and her stomach, before finally her knees touched the ground and her head was level with the maids exposed crotch. Mr Hargreaves insisted that Bridget keep herself completely shaved at all times, and Miriam planted one last, tender kiss on the smooth mound before her fingers parted Bridgets blushing lips and her mouth came forward to latch onto her clitoris. Bridget was never quiet, shy or reserved when it came to sex, and, true to form, she made no attempt to hold back her loud, high pitched moans as Miriams experienced tongue slipped under the soft skin of her hood and went to work on her clit. Deftly her tongue circled the little pink button, slowly at first, then faster. Miriam smiled at the sound of Bridgets pleasure and began to work her mouth more passionately. She licked hard, always changing her direction and technique, but never letting up in her intensity. Occasionally she would use her teeth, lightly biting Bridgets clit or rubbing it between her tongue and front teeth. Bridget was awash with pleasure, no idea what was coming next, and she gripped the edge of the desk and cried out as, without warning, Miriam plunged two fingers into her vagina. Miriam became more forceful then. Bending her fingers in a beckoning motion to best hit Bridgets g-spot, she began rhythmically thrusting them in and out. Bridget was already wet, and her juices ran down Miriams fingers to soak her hand, and down her chin as she continued to bear down on Bridgets clit, moving her mouth in time with her fingers. Bridget was on fire, sweat ran down her forehead and chest, her heart pounded and her legs began to twitch as she sensed the approaching orgasm. Miriams fingers pumped and her tongue rubbed, and Bridget bit her lip and tried desperately to hold on. She tried and tried until her body gave way to the relentless assault on her senses and she let out a scream of unbridled ecstasy. A wave of sensation flooded her body. Her thighs clamped firmly around Miriams head and her hips began to twitch and buck. She lost all sense of time and everything around her, and felt as if she had been suspended in space, her body wracked by timeless throes pleasure. Gradually the world seeped back into existence, her thighs relaxed, her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the desk, naked, breathless and tingling.
Miriam got up and smiled as she wiped the juices from around her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tongue and jaw ached a little from the exertion, but she had enjoyed it immensely, and making Bridget explode like that had gotten her all hot and bothered again. Her pussy was ready for another servicing, and what better to get Bridget to snap to it than a playful assertion of authority? If youre quite finished lazing about, she said in her best mistress voice I have most definitely not had my fill for the evening. Immediately, Bridget sprang to her feet and stood to attention, excited by the dominance in her mistress voice. I trust you still have the gifts I gave you last time? Miriam asked in a cool, commanding voice.
Yes, Mistress. replied Bridget.
Then fetch them. Miriam ordered, and Bridget bent down to open the bottom drawer of the desk, rifling through it before rising again having found what she was looking for, a small bottle of lube, and a shiny black dildo attached to a red leather harness. With her head subserviently bowed, she handed them to Miriam who, without a word, knelt, placed the bottle of lube on the floor beside her and began to disentangle the straps of the harness. That done, she held the harness up for Bridget who obediently stepped into it, keeping her hands clasped tightly behind her back and doing her best to suppress a shiver of excitement as Miriam hoisted the harness up to her waist and tightened the straps. The sight of the Bridget sporting the magnificent strap-on, its leather straps squeezing her pale, soft flesh, made Miriam even hornier. The dildo was a solid seven inches long and thick too, and curved upwards, just the way Miriam liked it. It had a fat, mushroom-cap head, thick veins sculpted down its length and a pair of weighty-looking sculpted balls hanging beneath its proud shaft. Miriam grabbed the bottle of lubricant and, holding the dildo steady with one hand, squeezed out a line of the clear jelly right along its length, which she then spread all over the black latex until the whole thing had a bright sheen to it. She smiled at the sight of her newly masculinised maid, then turned and climbed onto Bridgets small bed. She positioned herself on all fours, right on the edge of the bed with her up-thrust arse on full display. Well, she said, turning to look over her shoulder, You know what to do.
Empowered by her new cock, Bridget wasted no time in moving to stand behind Miriam, its bulbous head pressing against the sopping wet opening of her vagina. Her mistress arse lacked the roundness and the bounce of hers, but it was nice all the same. It was smaller, more pert, and bent over like this looked absolutely amazing as Bridget placed her hands on the firm cheeks. How would you like it? She asked.
Oh, I think the time for tenderness has passed, dont you? Miriam replied in a sultry tone, Hard and fast, my dear, and dont let up, I want to soak the sheets through!
For the briefest of moments Bridget paused to admire in the view of her mistress exposed and on offer, then she seized Miriams hips and pulled her back hard, thrusting her own hips forward to impale Miriam on the dildo. A jolt of pleasure shot through Miriams body, making her scream in delight as her back arched and her fists clenched, gripping the covers. For a few seconds, Bridget held her like that, all seven inches buried in her quivering pussy. For Miriam, the feeling of being filled so completely like that was almost too intense for words. Then Bridget slid the shaft out of her mistress, then back in and quickly established a rhythm. She was merciless, slamming the dildo in hard and fast and revelling in the rhythmic slap as Miriams arse collided with her own hips and in each exquisite momentary ripple that ran across her bouncing buttocks. Bridget rode her mistress for all she was worth. Miriam was in ecstasy, moaning and gasping at the top of her lungs as her dripping pussy was pounded relentlessly. She was always amazed at the strength and vivacity with which Bridget made love. She had had ripped nineteen year old studs in the past who didnt fuck her as hard or as well as Bridget did, even when shed squeezed their little ball sacks and ordered them to try harder. Barely any time had passed before Miriam felt her orgasm approaching. She came hard, screaming with pleasure as the orgasm rolled across her body. She twitched and thrashed and buried her face in the bedclothes, but through it all Bridget just kept on fucking, never slowing down or easing off, she just kept on ramming the strap-on into Miriams pussy. Another orgasm, just as intense, came seconds after the first one, and Miriam knew from past experience that these were just the first of many. She screamed again, and Bridget kept on fucking
. . .
Downstairs, almost at the opposite end of the lavish house, George sat at the desk in his darkened study, hunched over his glowing laptop. His breathing was heavy and his face sweaty and flushed from the show that he had enjoyed for the last half hour. His trousers were in a crumpled heap around his ankles and he was speedily pumping his cock as he took in the scene that was unfolding on the screen in front of him. Bridget had never noticed the tiny, concealed spy-camera that theyd had installed in her room while she was visiting her parents a few months ago, and both he and Miriam had already gotten immense pleasure from it. As soon as he had finished his work for the evening, he had checked the link to the camera, seen his wife undressing and settled in for what was sure to be an invigorating performance. Now he watched as his wife and the maid went at it hammer and tongs. They were facing mainly away from him, and the sight of Bridgets round, milky arse jiggling with every stroke was driving him wild. His climax came quickly and abruptly as, with a grunt, he fired off his hot white load into a waiting tissue. He threw the tissue into the nearby waste-paper basket, switched off the computer, pulled up his trousers and, contented, went upstairs to bed to wait for Miriam.
. . .
Some time later, the two women lay panting, sweaty and exhausted on the bed. Bridget had neglected to remove the strap-on when she collapsed onto the bed, and now as she lay spooning Miriam, Miriam could feel the dildo gently pressing against her arse. Having recovered her wits after the tirade of orgasms that had left her twitching and insensible, Miriam got up, without a word, slipped her dressing gown on and moved towards the door. As she was opening the door, she stopped and looked back at Bridget, still lying on her side on the bed. Good night, Bridget she said.
Good night, Miriam Bridget replied sleepily.
Were done now Bridget, said Miriam curtly do not address me in so familiar a fashion.
Sorry Maam, she said apologetically, quickly standing to attention, still completely naked but for the strap-on that gently bobbed up and down between her legs, Good night, Maam.
Good night, Bridget she said with a wry smile, and with that she closed the door behind her and padded off down the landing.
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Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
There is much to be said about one’s origins, that’s for sure. My name is Solomon Rashid Joseph. I was born in the City of Detroit, Michigan, to a Haitian-American mother and Lebanese immigrant father. My father, Rashid Ahmed, met my mother, Nicolette Joseph, while attending Wayne State University in the 1980s. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, he died while visiting his parents in Beirut, three months before my birth. My mother married a guy named Harold Jacobson three years later, and...
My weekly 3 hour commute is dull. Monday morning is spent napping and reading, and Friday evening spent hoping some miracle happens and I get home more quickly. But for a while now, I have been working on creating distractions to make it fly by.Yesterday, I took my usual seat on the train, at the back near the door in a two seat pair, hoping that noone would take the one next to me. Across the aisle sat a middle aged guy, dressed conservatively in a pair of jeans and a shirt, with a casual...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
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The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...
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My name is Rebecca. Everyone calls me Becca. I entered the police department right out of college. I progressed rapidly, through different divisions and assignments. I always had my eyes set on Robbery-Homicide and after six years of hard word and dedication, I finally made it. At age thirty, I was youngest female in the division for such a coveted assignment, but I was superb at my job. I made it because of my skill not my gender. It was Saturday. Dispatch called our number just after we had...
TabooThanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...
Hi friends, indru kathaiyil en nanbanai kathal seithu emathiriya pennai ootha kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. En tamil kathaiyai inaiya thalathil pathivu seithatharku nandri, en peyar pradeep vayathu 21 aagugirathu. En nanbanai oru pen kathal seithu matter mudinthathum kayati vitu vitaal, athanaal naan avalai usar seithu hardcore seiyanum endru mudithu seithen. En nanban enaku nanban endru kanbithukolamal aval idam muthal muthalil pesi pazhaga aarambithen. Aval pathini pola en idam nadika...
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My name is Anthony and I am twenty-two years old. I have extra-long dark hair and darker eyes. I tie my hair into a ponytail and have a close trimmed beard. I look handsome and enjoy keeping myself in shape. I am a lucky guy as I have a very sexy girlfriend who is two years older than me. Zoe and I met at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off right away. She has short blonde hair and blue eyes. Her small beautiful mouth sits beneath a cute button nose. All in all, Zoe is a goddess and I love...
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my very first inclination 2ward being gay was always fantasizing about my friend rich, back when we were both very young & chasing girls 2gether, but i never had the nerve 2 do anything about it... even though i always seemed 2 get more women, he always claimed that his cock was a lot bigger than mine, but i had never actually seen it, until i saw a picture that one of my ex-girlfriends had taken & he had not been lying about his impressive endowment !! his cock was a full foot long...
When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...
“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...
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Therese looked at the scene before her. Her father and brother naked, her grandfather’s cock sticking out of his trousers and her grandmother eating her mother’s cunt, both of us naked. Beth with the camera, filming. “God, the slut is only in the door and she’s gone sex mad.” she said referring to me. She went and sat on the arm of her father’s chair putting her arm around him and kissing him on the cheek. My father was now hard again. He pushed my mother out of the way and started to fuck me...
Three months later, the sound of laughter made Thea Barton look up. The now twenty year -old blond-headed beauty was in the living room reading when she heard it. Recognizing the voice of Uncle Dan, she smiled as she waited to see whom he was going to be with. When the laughter grew louder, she smiled. Ah, yes! It was Irene, her now very good friend! Uncle Dan seemed to prefer her to the others. Her being married seemed to make no difference to all concerned parties. Thea smiled to herself,...
This week’s show begins with that same old rusty bedstead, and that same old dirty mattress. Pausing to take in the magnificent filthiness of it, then pulling back to reveal the bare concrete floor around it, and to take in the harsh lighting. And then we hear our guest of the week approaching, quick little footsteps ... Light clicks on the studio floor. We pan round to see what we’ve got this week and see a slight, pale, small-boobed lady walking in quick, short strides ... She’s not is a...
Hi, guys. It’s been a long time on ISS. I was away from the city. I hope you did like my other two stories(true incidents) which I had written. This is the next encounter I had with my aunt who was all alone and needed a little love for her. Her name is Bethesda and lived her whole life alone after her husband married another woman. I do have a lust for her and want her so badly. She is 45 years old and looks bomb. She got a good voluptuous body and looks like a brunette. As for me, I’m six...
IncestMy name is Anthony; I am twenty-two years old and live with my beautiful girlfriend Zoe. As you have read I have dark hair and dark eyes and I am clean shaven. Zoe is older than I am by a couple of years and is the driving force of our relationship. I am what many call a cross-dresser: a guy that gets great sexual satisfaction from dressing in women’s clothing.Of course, my girlfriend knows all about my cross-dressing. In fact, she encourages me to cross-dress. Once a week, generally on a...
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The FappeningClayton Smithers was really glad he had listened to his mother when she told him he should become a doctor. Mom had always told him it would be a lot of work but worth it in money and prestige. She had been only part right. Hardly any work had been required, just learning the jargon and technical terms by studying books and papers written by psychiatrists who had taken the hard route to obtaining their degrees. Clayton Smithers had taken the easy route, buying his degree from the best diploma...
‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...
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I had met Gunther while attending a boring conference out of town.Of course my beloved hubby had not been there for sure.He was a young athletic Austrian guy, handsome and muscled. A real gentleman, but I felt he had a dark past and I wanted to know it…Now Gunther was in town and my hubby was out; so I agreed to meet him at a local pub, I knew it was not the sort of place I would normally go with a man on my first date; but I did not care about it…I decided to wear my tightest black leather...
Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
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