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CANED BY MISS BROWN part 2 Major Webley

Scotland 1953As the months past. and the summer holidays drew near, Stella and Dawn often talked about what sort of thing happened at WEBLEY HALLTrust me Stella, you are going to be the biggest hit there.Dawn would tell her.Well what sort of things go on there then,Stella asked a few times.Each time Dawn would say.Well all sorts of things really,Mike and the Major.Discussed throughly, what people wanted to do when they could go to a place with no sexual boundaries.And you would be surprised at...

CANED BY MISS BROWN AGAIN

SCOTLAND 1960Stella Brown was in her office at St Augustine Catholic girls school.It was 16:30 and she was waiting for Mary Jones a lower Forth former to knock on her door.Mary Jones had been caught cheating in her Maths exam and therefore had her 2nd appointment in two months with Miss Brown and the Cane for Cheating.Knock Knock.Come in.Mary walked into the office her face fell as soon as she saw Miss Brown sitting at her desk bending the cane between her hands.Stella Brown the aforementioned...

Caned For Speeding

I was just moments from being taken into the arena to be disciplined. I was in the waiting area of the arena, which was the modern socially acceptable name for the Discipline Centre. They still kept men and women separate and so I knew that I would be disciplined by a female disciplinarian and the watching crowd would be made up of women and girls. Of course, the minimum age requirement for anyone in the arena, either attending to be disciplined or to watch or, indeed, to be a disciplinarian,...

Caned By His Mother In Law

Thirty-year-old Robert Burrows was in big trouble because he had been shagging an eighteen-year-old girl at work and now his wife Emily and, more importantly, her fifty-nine-year-old mother Sandra Littlechild had found out.The importance of Sandra in the situation was that she largely financed Robert and Emily's life as his job was not particularly well paid. Sandra also owned the house that they lived in. Robert was standing facing the two seated women and Sandra was doing most of the...

Caned at the Barbecue

She is naked on the bed next to me. I have been scratching her lightly freckled bare back and smacking her lily white and firm buttocks – she relishes that – and now I have her left arm held firmly behind her head, her long, curly and chestnut hair flowing onto the pillows. My right hand moves to her groin whilst I bring my mouth close to her and begin to whisper in her ear…"You are at the barbecue… the barbecue we are holding for our friends… but it is also just before a quarter to four… and...

Caned White Buttocks in the English Countryside

This is a true story.During the 1990s I used to be involved with running residential summer conferences, it could get fairly intensive but I did get to meet some lovely sexy women, some of whom were up for some extra-curricular activity. One such woman was Sally, a 40 something blonde with a nice round bottom, and biggish bust. It was fairly obvious where things were headed just days into the conference Sally attended. By about the fourth day we were in bed, Sally stripping off to reveal a...

Caned to Confirmation

Billy Smith wasn't quite sure yet why he was being singled out, lots of other kids did worse things in class, such as disrupting lessons and fighting. All he did was use words like 'wank' when he submitted his work to the prim English teacher, whose stern looks somehow made his cock tingle, and she had smiled at him when he had been told and warned before. 'Headmistress will require your attendance if you do this again, I should like to see you try my patience just once more.' The prim...

Caned Hard By Leanne

‘You wouldn’t be able to take a real caning… you’re all talk!’ Leanne, my wife snorts derisively. We are in the lounge of my late Mother’s house and it is rather warm… I have a feeling that it is about to get somewhat warmer for me in the near future. I am three years older than Leanne, she is just twenty nine, but there is no doubt as to who is the senior partner in our relationship. ‘You think I’m a wimp don’t you… okay…if I CAN’T take four hard strokes of the cane I’ll give you forty quid…...

Farmhands

I found myself in awe of my surroundings. I had never been south of the Mason-Dixon line in my entire life, but I found myself traveling into the belly of the Bible Belt looking for work. In a moment of sheer capriciousness, I thought that I needed a change of pace, if only for a little bit before I completed accepted adulthood.Virginia took forever to drive through, it was made up of long stretches of highway almost completely covered in large tractor-trailers and signs for various...

How to cum HANDSFREE

A lot of people have asked me how I manage to cum without hands. Well it has required some training for me. It is of cause important to be horny enough to do it, but it is also important to experience how it feels to cum without hands. Therefore the training is about to get to the state, where you know, that you don't need so much to control yourself to achieve the point of no return using your mind only. Later this control will be easier, because you know the feeling. Here is the training to...

Turning Handstands

TURNING HANDSTANDS 1. CRASH! Ian Bradford paused at his computer, glancing up at the ceiling in growing irritation. What the hell was Aggie up to now? He had two papers due next Monday and she'd been bumping around upstairs all afternoon. The constant pounding was wreaking havoc with his concentration; he'd just written the same paragraph four times. God, he wished he'd headed down to the library this morning. His life had descended into chaos since his precocious young cousin...

Canes Girl

Canes Girl CBA Billie was moving around on the stage with cat like grace, slowly taking off her clothing one item at a time, all the while keeping to the beat of the music. She had become quiet skilled at making the movements and swinging on the pole, pretending like it was her lover. She would make little twerking movements while making eye contact with the various patrons in the audience, coaxing as much money as she could out of their pockets. She was quiet adept at getting...

Caning Her Bottom

Having had her first-ever genuine lesbian experience at the age of fifty-nine, Christine Hargreaves was wanting more. She had been, sort of, picked-up by sixty-year-old lesbian Brenda Sutcliffe and had recently tasted cunt juice for the first time as well as having her own cunt receive a female tongue for the first time ever.During her so far only visit to Brenda's house for an afternoon and early evening of sapphic sex, Christine was shown an implement that Brenda wanted to use at a future...

Caning Suzy Jayne Part 2

It was a Thursday evening and almost a week since I’d met Suzy-Jayne at Blake’s party, the one to one session I’d done with her had never been far from my mind. I’d copied her phone number into my diary using my unique, personal coding system which I guess was hardly necessary now that I was once more living on my own, but old habits die hard as they say. Rosalind, my nymphomaniac, but sadly, very vanilla girlfriend of two years, had moved out of my flat four weeks earlier. It was an amicable...

Caning Suzy Jayne Part 3

Following my visit to Suzy-Jayne’s house, the thought of the two hours I’d spent in her company were never far from my mind. Despite having led an active sex-life since my teens, I had always enjoyed, perhaps even preferred, the unrestrained pleasure afforded by masturbation. Even, during the two years I’d lived with Rosalind and where we shared intimacy at least once on most days, I had still relished the opportunity of being alone in the flat to pleasure myself to the thoughts of the things...

The Nairobi Handshake

Karl always enjoyed photography as a kid so when it was time to choose his career, there was no question that he would become a photographer. His assignments took him all over the United States where he finally lost some of his small town shyness but he had as yet never traveled abroad. He was offered an interesting assignment and before he knew it, he was on a plane bound for Africa. He arrived late in the afternoon, checked into his hotel and relaxed a bit before venturing out into a...

Cane and Abyll

“Bradley just left,” I whisper cautiously into the phone and then return the receiver to its base. As quickly as my legs could carry me, I run into the shower and wash my husband’s scent from my body – inside and out. I towel off and rub a handful of strawberry-scented lotion onto my skin. Gleefully, I skip back into my marital bed and cover my naked body with soft ivory sheets. And I wait for him. I can’t believe I’m really doing this . . . I met my husband at a fetish party five years...

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The HandshakeChapter 4 The Handshake

Aaron: I think a true friend does not cheat with your wife and my friends were true friends. They helped me in my worst state of my life, so they were not fair-weather friends. Fair-weather friends are only with you during the good times, but leave you when things are messy. They also kept my ‘saving’ action in secret from their families to this day. I am very grateful for their help. Mainly, I am grateful to John who discovered Ken’s boastful video in time. I am forever indebted to him. It...

Cane Lake Ch 01

Kevin and Donna heat up their relationship, but Kevin experiences flashbacks during sex that provide clues to the death of a classmate on Cane Lake. Chapter 1 Our relationship didn’t start out hot and sweaty, moans and sighs all night long, legs and arms entangled. To be fair it wasn’t exactly that way later, but the more time Donna and I spent alone together the more passionate and erotic our evenings became. Sexual interest was certainly high between us after we met, but out of mutual...

My cousins handshake

Note : This story is completely fictional! This is my real encounter where on an impulse I went to my cousin Prinya"s house and ended up making love to her. Please read this and contact me with your comments. On a hot sunny day, I was traveling on my bike after a long business session with a client. As I entered the main road after the railway station, I came across a traffic jam, the road literally filled with all kinds of vehicles and the cacophonic noises made by restless drivers. Not...

Cane and Abyll

“Bradley just left,” I whisper cautiously into the phone and then return the receiver to its base. As quickly as my legs could carry me, I run into the shower and wash my husband’s scent from my body – inside and out. I towel off and rub a handful of strawberry-scented lotion onto my skin. Gleefully, I skip back into my marital bed and cover my naked body with soft ivory sheets. And I wait for him. I can’t believe I’m really doing this . . . I met my husband at a fetish party five years...

Mr Handsome

This story was written by a friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) and edited by me. Any and all praise for the work belongs to her! He stepped out of the shower, his salt and pepper hair still damp, the beads of water trickled down his chest and back, stopping at the towel that wrapped his waist, concealing his privates. I could see from my vantage point, one drop start at his earlobe, river down his chest, and guided by his chest hair, stop at his right nipple. It hung there briefly, not...

Mr Handsome

This story was written by a friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) and edited by me. Any and all praise for the work belongs to her! He stepped out of the shower, his salt and pepper hair still damp, the beads of water trickled down his chest and back, stopping at the towel that wrapped his waist, concealing his privates. I could see from my vantage point, one drop start at his earlobe, river down his chest, and guided by his chest hair, stop at his right nipple. It hung there briefly, not...

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Handsome

When did I realise that I was handsome, well my mother always said I was from an early age, but then all mothers do that to their sons I suppose. Well I was about 14 or so when for the first time, I noticed my older sister giving me the eye. A quick word about Sue my older sister, she had always been a little over weight, teased about it often, until she reached 13 or 14, then she shot up a good 12 inches but stayed the same weight. Now she may have a few more inches around her waist than she...

Stocks BlondesChapter 2 Dinner with Detective Handsome

I need new car tabs because I foolishly let mine expire at the end of the year. I could have had Cinnamon do this if I was thinking. Fortunately, Detective Handsome let me off with just a warning ... and dinner. Starting the New Year right Jordan’s party was really okay and the oyster stew wasn’t bad either. He hobbled around on his boot cast and Cinnamon was there to support him if he teetered. I think they hooked up last night. They were very cagey when I asked what they ended up doing...

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Mustafa was the best looking waiter in the hotel. He was dark, classically handsome and had eyes that drew me in and made me weak. There was a theatrical element to him as he was always over-correct, very formal and over-acting his role of waiter. He walked with a confident and sexy swagger. His trousers were a little tighter than those of the other waiters and they seemed to be of a different cut altogether. They hugged a pert and rounded bottom which I could barely take my eyes off. He was...

MOMS HELPING HANDS

Chapter 1The whole thing seems so bizarre when I think about it. I am a 53 year old women, happily married to a wonderful man. We’ve been married for over 23 years and have two c***dren, a girl 20 and a boy 18. It was a second marriage for both of us and my husband has three older c***dren from his previous marriage.My daughter Cara is a Junior in college and is living at home, but she comes and goes like the wind. My son, Tim, is a senior in high school and just the best k** you could ever...

Adam has Lost the Use of His Hands

"Can I go home?""Yes, but you will need help, twenty-four hour help. Have you got it?"I hesitated before giving the doctor a firm "Yes."However when he had left the room I wasn't sure who would be looking after me. An hour later mother arrived."Hi Adam, is the pain any better?""Hi mum, a bit.""Did the doctor say how much longer you are going to be in hospital?""I asked him."Mother interrupted me with "When?"I smiled and said "Let me finish, I can come home now."She gave me an even bigger smile....

No Hands

No Hands Day 1 Mark sat down on the couch with his Aunt Tracy. His mother's sister was the younger of the two siblings somewhere in her mid thirties, Mark could probably work out her exact age based one what he knew of his Mom, but it really didn't matter, twice his age at least. She still looked young though, flawless skin, long dark hair that tumbled down her head in naturally curly waves. His Mom and her sister shared the same coloring but his Mom had long since cut her hair to...

Home Helping Hands

“Hey Andy, what about this one!” John threw the paper to Andy who was slumped on the sofa watching daytime TV. “What am I looking at?” “The wanted ads – somebody wants a home help” Andy sighed. “Oh great – basically a cleaner. That’s not gonna go far to getting a deposit for my own place, is it?” “No – look at the ad. It says the job is 7 days a week, so there is live-in accommodation. You get a job, money and a roof over your head. Perfect!” “I don’t know. Sounds kind of weird. I mean, who...

The Great Shift Healing Hands

The Great Shift: Healing Hands By Johnny Girl ([email protected]) I stared down at my hands. My hands. I still had trouble believing they were really mine. They were long and slender and delicate and feminine, wearing rings and bracelets, the fingers tipped with sparkly purple fingernail polish. These weren't the hands I was familiar with. They weren't the rough and strong and calloused hands I'd been so dependent on; they were weak and soft and smooth and small and useless...

Mary Lost the Use of Her Hands

"How is my favourite Daughter today?""A bit better than yesterday."I always call her my favourite even though she is my only c***d. Normally it makes her smile, but not today. I guess she is in too much pain."Have the Doctors said anymore about your hands?""Only that they are not as badly burnt as they first thought, and that given time they will heal OK.""That's great news, I was really worried.""Me too, but this pain is a bitch, though it is easing off. They have given me stronger...

Mehendi On Vidya 8217 s Hands

Hello Friends, this is Shravan from Mangalore, Karnataka and presently working in Bangalore. The following new story of mine is Completely a FICTION and is not inspired from real life. I hope you will like it and please do send your feedbacks to Enjoy my Latest Fiction Story……. The incident i am going to narrate to you all happened during my cousin’s wedding function in my village. The function was attended by all my family members. I had put leave from my work for 10 days and attended the...

Big Hands

It was an accident! Really! I was a late bloomer. Walking out of high school at the end of my sophomore year, I was as flat as a board. Okay, I did have a couple of minor mounds on my chest but at age sixteen, I was definitely considered to be as flat as a board. I always kept a low profile at school wearing baggy clothing. Unlike Billie Eilish, I had nothing to hide. All that changed during the summer.By the end of June, my minor mounds were definite hillocks. They ached and when I touched or...

It was all about the hands

We were laying contentedly in each others arms, emotionally and sexually exhausted, when she dropped her unwelcome bombshell. “I don’t know how to say this Rob, I’ve being trying to for a while, but we are going to have to stop all this- and I mean a clean break from today.”“What…why?” I exclaimed, automatically hugging her beautiful warm body even closer to mine. My mind was racing, wondering what had prompted this devastating revelation. Had I done something wrong? Was she bored or fed up...

His Hands

(my first time out here. Please be patient. Was watching a lot of vampire movies.. LOL) I dream of his hands holding mine, but mostly I dream of his hands on my body, stroking and caressing my throat. That sharp, metal, nail, dragging, ever, so, slowly, across my jugular vein, and down my neck, towards the valley of my collar bone. I can almost feel it now, as it slips diagonally past my tattoo, and traces an invisible line across my chest, mounting the hills of my breasts with slow...

Tall dark and handsome

I was bored. I can’t believe I was spending my summer vacation like this. Working at this store called Vanity, who hardly anyone came into during the summer. All the girls were out on vacation to beautiful California or somewhere else gorgeous. I was jealous, but I needed the money if I was ever going to go to California next summer. It sucked, during school time a lot of girls came in with their boyfriends and while the girls tried on clothes, the boys secretly hit on me. Since the girls were...

No Hands

No Hands!They play a game where he is in charge, but there are not losers.The rules are simple. No hands. You sit quietly in the chair and cannot touch my cock or balls with your hands. I will do all the work. You can touch yourself all you want, but not my cock or balls. You can touch my ass or my legs or my chest or my nipples, just not my cock or balls. Oh yeah, and no talking. OK? Good! Let's get started. I like the office chair because the height is adjustable. We can lower it all the way...

The artists hands

I don’t normally take the bus, I used to think public transport was purely for the great unwashed, and perhaps I still think that.But beggars can’t be choosers, so I get the bus, among the great unwashed. The rain is pelting against the windows, and even though its early afternoon, the sky is ominous.The seats are cheap plastic, look-a-like leather, and my skirt has risen and now my arse is stuck to the filthy surface beneath me.I would move, but there is a young guy with a do-rag (it looks to...

Nora s Tale 7 I Take Levi in My Hands

I could feel it moving in my grasp. Levi’s hand lay on top of mine, and underneath the stack, I felt it twitching against my palm. Even through his jeans, I could feel how hot and hard it was. I squeezed it a little tighter, watching Levi’s face for his reaction. His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes in a drawn-out blink. This made me smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “A little impatient, aren’t we?” he said in a breathless voice. “I’ve been waiting nearly a week to get my hands on you,” I...

Helping Hands

Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness, and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the intervening years.Sex was never that important to Dorothy. At any rate, not once our early ardour had dwindled. And somehow I suppose I just adopted...

Helping Hands

Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the intervening years.Sex was never that important to Dorothy. At any rate, not once our early ardour had dwindled. And somehow I suppose I just adopted...

The Hands

At the edge of my consciousness, the thought that something was wrong flitted through my mind then slipped away. For a moment I thought I couldn't move. That thought also dissipated, and I was unable to perceive its gravity. No idea lasted long enough to make me nervous. I was trapped in a deep, comfortable fog. But as it slowly lifted, my mind meandered, and the questions drifted in and out, without being adequately answered. Am I asleep? Have I been drugged? Why do I feel sore all...

In Your Hands

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Time In Her Hands

This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission Is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. TIME IN HER HANDS. By: Maryann It was one of...

Farm Hands

It was hard to wake up in the morning. Beyond the fact that she wasn't a morning person and didn't drink coffee, there was a silence to her surroundings that she wasn't used to. It had been years since she had worked the family farm and the physical stress was taking its toll. Yet, there it was, the alarm clock announcing to anyone in ear shot that it was time to get up and start the day.Sadly, she was the only one within earshot. The point was driven home even more poignantly after she...

Helping Hands

It had been several weeks ago when, albeit in some way my own terrible fault I had decided to cross the road while on my way to college, and was struck by a car that I didn't notice. Although I survived, I ended up with two broken legs, fractured wrists and severe bruising. Over the next few weeks, as I rested up in hospital and recovered the best I could, I eventually was released into my family's care with my arms bandaged up and in slings, and one of my legs still in plaster as it hadn't...

My Father s Hands

100% fiction! There was something about my father’s hands—something that captivated me. Soft, dark hair dusted the area just above the knuckles, and thick veins stood prominent beneath the weathered skin. His fingers were large and strong, yet quick and clever. They were hands equally capable of crushing or caressing. Hands that ___ one moment and charmed a violin the next. Powerful hands; gentle hands. The hands of an artist—the hands of a carpenter. I spent most of my childhood watching those...

Mr Big Hands

The night began with Kelsey arriving in a sexy bumblebee costume, blue eyes bright underneath her glasses I would soon drunkenly rip off. She was magnificent, wings bouncing with each careful step in her four-inch heels. We both admitted our nervousness, and soon broke out the Patron and hastily drank, following each shot with awkward bites of lime that became stained and grotesque with red imprints. We didn't plan on this, we just wanted to go dancing like all insecure, underage girls. But...

Mr Big Hands

Introduction: Honestly, Im never this much of a slut… Looking back, it was definitely too much makeup. The outfit could have been a little less bisque, and the black stilettos could have easily been replaced with flats, or simple boots. But it was all a key part in the confidence-building mindset I required. My lips were too red, and my face was like glass, porcelain, caked in Chanel concealer and lightly powdered in Sephora. I, was unstoppable. The night began with Kelsey arriving in a sexy...

Beneath His Hands

Molly's voice echoed in the candlelit bathroom, her off-key words bouncing from the tiled walls. The scent of gardenias filled the air, drifting from the emptying bath behind her. With her face scrubbed free of makeup and her body relaxed after a long soak, this was one of her favourite parts of the day. The boys were in bed. Housework done. Her time to finally wind down at the end of it all. She pulled her robe closed and belted it at the waist, smiling at the thought of the fresh sheets and...

No Hands

I like the office chair because the height is adjustable. We can lower it all the way down so your face is at the level of my cock when I stand in front of you. You can sit comfortably and not have to be down on your knees. You have on a set of a white see-through lace bra and matching panties. I’m in blue nylon spandex type boxers. Tight, silky and very stretchy. We are both fresh from the shower and smelling nice. You have a hint of fine perfume and I have dabbed just a bit of Stetson...

DNA Time On His Hands

DNA: Time On His Hands Just a little short story set in my DNA universe I've been working on. You don't need to have read the main DNA sequence or the other DNA side story to understand what's going on here. For those of you who are wondering, I have started work on DNA III. This story is copyright 1998 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is...

His Hands

His hands were large and soft. That was always the one thing I remembered most about him. When we would lie together he would run his hands up and down my torso. Caressing me gently, warming me all over slowly. In those moments I would sigh and snuggle closer to his hard body. Yet now when I turn over he is not there, just a cold empty bed to caress and comfort me now. My Trent is gone away. I huff and turn over, imagining he is still beside. I imagine how it felt to sleep with him for the...

His Hands

His hands were large and soft. That was always the one thing I remembered most about him. When we would lie together he would run his hands up and down my torso. Caressing me gently, warming me all over slowly. In those moments I would sigh and snuggle closer to his hard body. Yet now when I turn over he is not there, just a cold empty bed to caress and comfort me now. My Trent is gone away. I huff and turn over, imagining he is still beside. I imagine how it felt to sleep with him for the...

The Nigger s Hands

***AUTHOR’S NOTE: My lovely white husband used to be a cook at a nationally-known franchise here in Florida and he came home early from work one day, telling me that he had quit. When I asked why, he told me that an elderly woman had come in and asked if there were any ‘niggers’ in the kitchen and that she wouldn’t eat if anyone Black cooked the food. The manager told my husband, the only white cook, to cook this woman’s food, instead of telling the woman that she should leave. My husband quit,...

Phantom Hands

Chapter One Joyce never failed to make his heart jump whenever he saw her and he made it a point to see her as often as he could. They worked in the same building and on the same floor and nothing made his day more complete than when he could have coffee with her. She wasn’t aware of his feelings for her but she liked him and saw him as a good friend. She was seeing Larry Fister on a pretty regular basis and it hurt Aaron when he saw them talking. He knew he couldn’t have her but that didn’t...

Helping Hands

Liz sighed, watching an especially amorous young couple who had obviously forgotten they were on a public beach. He was gorgeous, and as much as Liz would have liked to live vicariously through the redhead he was pawing for a few minutes, she blew her whistle anyway. The pair looked more than a little embarrassed when they finally realized after the second tweet that the whistle was meant for them. Shaking her head to toss her tawny curls, a few of which were sticking to her lotion-covered...

Helping Hands

Liz sighed, watching an especially amorous young couple who had obviously forgotten they were on a public beach. He was gorgeous, and as much as Liz would have liked to live vicariously through the redhead he was pawing for a few minutes, she blew her whistle anyway. The pair looked more than a little embarrassed when they finally realized after the second tweet that the whistle was meant for them. Shaking her head to toss her tawny curls, a few of which were sticking to her lotion-covered...

Helping Hands

The world needs more superheroes. At least, that is what I’ve always told myself so that I could justify the idealistic whims of the world’s biggest bleeding heart. So when the opportunity arose that my lifelong dream could be fulfilled, without a moment’s hesitation, I took it. I suppose that is how I found myself laying in a bunkhouse in the middle of the Central African Republic. The group of doctors I had come with seemed uninterested in spending any amount of time with a lowly paramedic....

Filthy White Gloved Hands

A tight grip on her arm he pulled her around the room, as he rummaged through the kitchen drawers and cabinets. Her mind still in shock, trying hard to comprehend what was going on and assess her situation, needing to anticipate his next move,all she wanted was to stay alive. Searching like a wild man, throwing contents from the drawers on to the floor, until he found what he needed. A spool of butcher's twine and a carving knife. Pushing her hard she fell, the back of her head striking...

His magical hands

I met him at work , his mira dog really needed a groomingIts a job I been doing with my mom to help the home buisiness between my degree courseshe had move to montreal after loosing his sight in a work accident45 yr old tall big belly black dude , his black sunglasses giving away his conditionIt was the 3rd time here, welcoming him and Misha the nice shepperd ''hey boi is misha been a good dog?''''yes sir as always'''''good girl misha ''he was about to leave when he told me i should come by its...

SexAndSubmission Ivy Lebelle Idle Hands

Ivy Lebelle sits at her desk at work staring at a broken fucking machine that sits on a table in the distance. Meanwhile, Small Hands just having been released from jail, is outside her business at the security gate. He walks into Ivy’s office and hands her a paper that explains that he’s been assigned to work there for a release program. Ivy tells him that his first job is to fix her broken machine. Small hands gets to work on the fucking machine. Next to the machine is a dildo...

Just A Game II Small Slippery Hands

"Do you know that Kuya (meaning Big Brother in Phils.) can make his penis grow bigger and longer? Gigette tells the two girls what can possibly happen. "I saw Kuya make it big and long using this massager, right Kuya?" She asked me."Does it hurt Kuya when it grows big? Cindy asked. "No Cindy, Kuya likes it! That is why he want you to always put the massager on top of his penis." Ate (meaning Big Sister in Phils.) Gigette further elaborate. "I saw daddy and mommy watching a movie, and I saw a...

Almost falling into Big Tyrone hands

I had just made myself cum in my car on my drive home, as I was thinking about the size of Big Tyrone cock.The black bastard had sent me a picture of his magnificent piece and my pussy juices again had started to flow freely out of me…I sent him a message, saying I was on my way back to the gym and he should wait for me there in ten minutes.As I arrived the gym, I found nobody was there. Not even in the empty dark street. After waiting for Big Tyrone, I knew the bastard would not come.He had...

Idle Hands

Idle Hands They say that idle hands are the devil's playground. I know now that that is true. My wife and I have been married for ten years. We are both successful in our careers and decided not to have c***dren. We fell into what can only be called a "funk". We both would arrive home at six o'clock, eat dinner and spend the night staring at the television until eleven, fall asleep and get up the next morning and repeat. My wife had remained thin...

The third photo session goes out of my hands

Some days before, the second photo shoot session had got a little out of hand, when my sensual wife was persuaded to allow one of my buddies, Mike, to insert his huge dick into her wet cunt for some stills shots. He finally had fucked Ana in front of the rest of us…However, it had been a tremendous turn on for both Ana and me.After feeling Mike’s huge dick making her cum, Ana had said that any further session would have to be just between her and myself.Then I started to get some pressure for...

Fucking the Farm Hands

Introduction: continued series about a girl having lots of fun with the hired help! It was quiet. Chloe laid curled up under her sheets and comforter and thought about the day, she had spent most of it with Cody. She was never sure about Cody and Billy. Since Cody had been so aggressive with her during the last time he had sex with her- calling her a slut and hurting her- she was never sure of anything. What was, wasnt. People seemed to wear masks . . . Which reminded her of the ball they had...

In Safe Hands

Here we go again with another (late) Halloween. As with most (probably all) of my stories, this one contains dark TG themes. Be warned though, it also contains details and description which is too graphic for some. For those who insist on continuing, I hope you will like it. In Safe Hands It was an ordeal no young woman should have been put through. After being sexually assaulted by her prom date exactly a year ago, Charlotte had been subjected to therapy after therapy. I was...

Hands

I had a session scheduled with my favorite model. She is a full size model with curves at all the right places. Some people might say she is too big, but I find her extremely sexy and she comes out so perfect in my pictures. I am married and my model has a boyfriend, so I would never dream about trying to get laid with her. It does not stop me from thinking about it.We had discussed some new poses and I had seen some plump ladies online that looked so good with some hand wrapped around their...

My neighbor has my manhood in her hands

It's funny, since the break up of my marriage, I found myself becoming more and more of a reclusive, finding that I spent more time in my house and noticing my neighbors. I would not say, I am a Voyeur, but because of the summer heat, I had to open my windows to let the air circulate.What a lovely surprise! My elderly neighbor was sunbathing in her garden. To tell you the truth, I would not have looked on her if I was occupied, but it had been a long time since I had laid eyes on a woman, so I...

Magic Hands

Magic Hands Copyright 1999, by Bobbi Dare . All rights reserved, permission is granted to copy this work, send it to friends, or post it on a news group or a web-site. As long as you don't change it, or try to claim it as your own...since I might just get ticked off. -------------------------------------- Sitting on this barstool sure is a lot harder in heels than flats, you can't shift foot positions very easily. I thought it might actually be...

Sometimes a girl has to take things into her own hands

I turned and looked in the mirrors. I saw me, pleasing these two guys. Me, Marie riding and sucking, giving pleasure, and receiving more in return. I came so hard that I couldnâ€™t ride as the orgasm was too strong. Lee started to fuck me from underneath as Anton continued to fuck my mouth and rub his cock on my face. For over 12 months Brad had told me he would arrange for a 2-guys-and-me threesome. Which was in return for the one I arranged with Sally, me and him. I made suggestions from our...

Little Time on His Hands

Seen from above, the house looks like any old brownstone in the deserted backwaters of society. The house has a silence about it, a silence that seems to resent activity. From inside, you can hear the soft sounds of a living community around it, but these come only faintly. No sign of living occupants show on these hollow walls, these barren floors. But if you are very still, the kind of stillness that reminds one of a mouse frozen, straining for the sounds of gliding wings in the night, you...

Her Body In Good Hands

“So, ehm, are you hungry? I’m not a great cook but I make some of the best cereals,” I said, looking at the cupboards to avoid the reflection of Miya’s tits in the oven door. She giggled from her chair. “Mom helped me eat before going but I’ll take a rain check on those amazing cereals. I bet you get the milk ratio just right.” “Damn right!” Miya’s mother had just left for an apparently well-deserved cruise and left her daughter in the care of an inept attendant clearly way over his head...

Helping Hands

“Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD players?” “A little bit,” I said. “How come?” ”Mine’s not working,” she said. “I can’t get a repair guy because it’s Sunday. Do you mind looking at it?” “Nope,” I replied. “I’m not doing anything major. Give me a minute and I’ll be over.” Tom and Alicia were living next door when I moved in a year or so ago. He was in his 40s, kind of a dorky looking guy who seldom talked about anything but his job when I saw him. He was very...

Helping Hands

Introduction: He thought his neighbor was just your regular housewife…but he was wrong. Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door Hey, Mike, she said. Do you know anything about DVD players? A little bit, I said. How come? Mines not working, she said. I cant get a repair guy because its Sunday. Do you mind looking at it? Nope, I replied. Im not doing anything major. Give me a minute and Ill be over. Tom and Alicia were living next door when I moved in a year or so...

Rich Housewife In My Hands

My name is Pradeep after completing my degree I got offer letter into private sector through campus selection but unfortunately I have to go to Delhi to work and all my friends got placement in Bengaluru itself. One of my friends is in Delhi and he running gym in one of best cities in Delhi and when I reached there he (nazir) took to his place, the area he selected for living and working is same so I liked him and his living style so I decided to stay with him as paying guest. He was also happy...

Employees Must Wash Hands

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before my group showed up for our reservation and checked in with the hostess. She showed me to our table while I waited for my five dining guests to arrive. This was a dinner event to celebrate a friend’s birthday so we chose a special restaurant that happened to be near my apartment downtown. The usual white table cloth, mood lighting, and finely dressed staff type of place in Denver, CO. To my pleasure our waiter arrived to introduce himself to me...

Employees Must Wash Hands

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before my group showed up for our reservation and checked in with the hostess. She showed me to our table while I waited for my five dining guests to arrive. This was a dinner event to celebrate a friend’s birthday so we chose a special restaurant that happened to be near my apartment downtown. The usual white table cloth, mood lighting, and finely dressed staff type of place in Denver, CO. To my pleasure our waiter arrived to introduce himself to me...

The Hands

I shifted slightly, and the man sitting opposite me looked on hungrily as my legs were momentarily exposed. Looking quickly away, I wrapped my sensible camel coat around me as the bus lumbered on. What the hell was I doing? - - - - - - Two weeks earlier, having spent yet another dull meeting in an unsatisfying daydream, I opened up a private browser and logged onto a website for the first time. A website very different from the apps where the nice, respectful boys my age that I usually date...

The Ladies Club Massage for Six Hands

Sex with Maria was an eye-opening experience. Her black hair, fair skin, and dark eyes made here an arresting sight, and she was totally comfortable with her body ... all 130 pounds of it. If she'd lost a dozen pounds of that, she could have passed for Marina Sirtis, but she was happy with the extra weight, and it was really her voluptuous breasts, winning smile, and ready pussy that captivated me. What a difference the Ladies Club had made in her! When I left town six years ago, we were...

A massage with 4 hands

The following was writen by a friend of mine. her description of our date, a few days ago:My name is Charlotte and I’m a divorced woman of 35. I think I look pretty good, and I’m not lacking any male attention either. I’m 1.73m and I have a curved figure and nice big boobs that still look good and don’t hang, thankfully. During my marriage my sex life was boring and since I’m divorced, I’m making up for that and enjoying every minute! I have 2 lovers with whom I meet up regularly. Because of...

Helping hands

Last weekend my wife and i was traveling up to her sister. We had gone about 100miles before we stopped off at a service station to get some food. We'd gone into the station and had our break and decided to cut it short as we wanted to get going before the rush hour traffic had come round. I'd always thought my wife was looking well for her age, size 12 34c medium built brown hair and brown eyes . My friends always teased me, telling she was a milf. So on this day it was no surpise when i was...

Helping Hands

Nwandy and I had been married 25 years. We have 2 grown c***dren and yet she could still turn a few heads. During the past few years, she had become very active in a non-profit organisation. One year ago, she was promoted to an executive position that required her to travel quite a bit. The k**s were gone, so that wasn't a concern, but it had an impact on our love life. We could go a couple of weeks without seeing each other.She was due back in 2 days when our friend Nelo stopped by after work....

Healing Hands

A guy e-mailed me recently after he had read my 'Don't Make Him Angry' story. Apparently his wife, while she was at college, had met someone very much like my main character. His mail was only a short paragraph so I've had to expand on it somewhat and add dialog. The headache didn't want to quit so after two days of taking aspirin I was thinking about going to the collage doctor. My roommate suggested we go to this party that it might take my mind off it so reluctantly I agreed. I was a...

Her Hands

I always liked her hands. There were other things that I truly enjoyed about her body, but when her hands were sliding across my body, I was always excited by them, by how small they were and how very large they made the rest of me look. Now, I’ve never been of small build, or stature, nor large either…but everything about her body just made me seem bigger. From the way her mouth had to stretch when she took my hard cock inside it, to the way her tight asshole always seemed to suck the life...

My Sister s Hands

Shortly after I turned sixteen and Marilyn turned fifteen I began to notice that my little sister wasn't so little anymore. At fifteen years old she had already developed a rather large bosom and a very nice, curvaceous body. She was around five feet eight or nine and I guessed her to be somewhere near one hundred twenty pounds. She kept her hair short and parted on the side. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, but then again, she was only fifteen and mom and dad didn't approve of that sort of...

MY COCK IN MOM AND MY SISTER BREAST IN HANDS

i ever one this is Kishor. The story is about how I fucked my mom and sister. My Father died when my sister was 3 years. We are very poor family because of that one person said my mom that he will take me with him and educate me so my momagreed. I want with him and I studied with him still 10 and I was very fast learner so I learned my things and also about sex from my friend.My friend used to bring story, Book and I used read that books even. And one day he bought the book which, Consists of...

Wife Takes Matters Into Her Own Hands

This is a totally true story of what happened this time last year. My name is Sophie and I’m 47 years old, five feet two inches tall with short black hair, and 34a chest and I am married to Rob. We have often spoke about having some kind of swinging fun but never really had the nerve to try, especially as Rob was more keen than me and I just never felt it was the right thing for us. Anyway last year we were going to my Rob’s workplace Christmas dinner with his best mate Gary and his wife...

My Ass Misses Your Hands

Since it was Sunday, I opted to catch up on some much needed rest by sleeping in for a bit. When I finally woke around noon, I fixed myself a cup of exquisite Kona coffee and staggered off to the shower. The hot water, combined with an initial jolt of caffeine helped rejuvenate my tired ass. While drinking another cup of the splendid Hawaiian brew, I checked my email. My heart raced, as it typically does, when I saw a message from you in the inbox. After reading the subject line, ‘My ass...

Bent OVER in the BARN by FARM HANDS

I want to tell you about my first time with other men and just what they did to me on a daily basis!I was in high school and knew from an early age that I liked cock and playing with my own ass! I would get home from school, jerk off and even fuck myself with one on my mom's vibrators I stole from her night stand. They never missed it being gone, or at least they didn't tell me..LOL!My fantasy was to be able to suck my first cock ever and maybe even have a man fuck me in the ass. I lived in a...

Hired Hands

COLOMBUS, NEW MEXICOAMERICAN-MEXICAN BORDERName:Paloma AyalaAge:17Place of Birth:Tijuana, United Mexican States (Mexico)Ethnicity:HispanicLanguages:English, SpanishPaloma Ayala dutifully filled out the work-application form, a worn-down pencil in her hand scrawling across the paper.Medical Notices:NoneGreen Card Number (If Applicable):That blank field, however, made Paloma pause. There was no way she was passing herself off as a natural citizen - her heavily-accented English and ignorance of...

Harrys Hands

The darkness is exciting. The velvet blindfold is soft and somehow comforting as it blocks out everything except what Harry’s is doing. My hands and feet are tethered but I’m able to move a little and I try to force my body to meet Harry’s soft tongue as it dances on and around my pussy. I keep coming and its driving me crazy. I don’t even remember where I am. My whole world is centered on Harry’s wonderful tongue. The sensation is unbelievable and I want it to go on forever. I came for the...

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