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French tourist getting blackmailed by a local girl

It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts of Malaysia, this one was one of the least crowded, for any season at any time. Francesca Marceau was an attractive French Brunette who bore a strong resemblance to that French actress from that hit 70s British sitcom Mind...

French Dressing

French Dressing Chapter One: Mr Fox Everything I am I owe to Mr Fox. That is such a strange statement that I suppose I will have to explain it. See, when I went to secondary school I went to a single-sex school. That's slightly odd in its self, I know, but that's how things were organised where I lived. And for the first two years Mr Fox was both our form master and our English teacher. And for most of that time nothing out of the ordinary happened. And as for me, well I was...

French Kiss

November 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania named Mr. Ben Foster. Lizzy had never heard of him. She was more interested in getting indoors, out of the cold, than in investigating the contents of the envelope. And so she did, dropping the letter and the rest...

French Lessons

Thanks go to Anne Baker for the French help and editing. French Lessons - by Couture (c)2002 After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "?a alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. ...

FRENCH VACATION

Sandy looked up from the books broken open on her desk. One hand with spread fingers pressed down two books open at the same time. The books were new and revolting against staying open. Her other hand had a pencil poised in her hand. The way she held the pencil had always seemed awkward to everyone. It was like a fist with the pencil butt going straight into the air."Honey, you have been studying all day on your birthday. Let me talk to my daughter for at least five minutes to wish her happy...

French Maid

French Maid: There was a song I used to listen to growing up by the Animals called "The House of the Rising Sun". I particularly remember "it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one". The song came back to me as I was thinking about my career trajectory after leaving university and more particularly how I came to work in our local French restaurant. I had come back from university like most students with a large overdraft. Not only that but my father had passed...

French This

"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [ ... hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an increasing number of highly charged photonic javelins thru the reluctantly scattering cloud cover. After momentarily admiring the effect from my...

French Class

Oh, look at me, getting way ahead of myself. My name is Will, and I’m a freshman in high school. I’m not that popular, but my friends are. Its sort f weird like that, but it’s because I played football at my high school starting in 7th grade, and that gives you certain credibility at our school. I wasn’t the superstar or anything, but I was noticed for two things: my height and my last name. No, I’m not a giant; in fact I’m not that short, but whatever. I’m 5’6 and 140 lbs, most of that being...

French film audition part 3

A few days passed after the beach incident. James hadn't spoken to his family and didn't have the opportunity. He was enjoying being on holiday. It was the first time he had left America. He was staying in his own room within a large warehouse in France. The three men who was producing the movie he was going to be starring in were around but nothing sexual had happened. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured...

French Lessons

Introduction: A reunion with a former French teacher ends in a new lesson. It was during my first summer holiday since Id gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didnt really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock...

French Lady And Me Traveled Together And Made Love

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French Lessons

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French Niece Chapter 4 New York City Fall 2004

I was thirty-seven that Autumn, a lifelong bachelor who had been slowly becoming set in my ways, and so I found the arrival of Amelie and her continuing presence both a trial and a pleasure. It was a joy to have a teenager in the house, with her youthful view of the world allowing me to experience life through a youngster's fresh eye. But I had to also put up with her immaturity and her arrogance, combined with an anti-Americanism that threatened our uneasy peace almost from day one....

French Maid

My fifteen-year-old daughter Dominique was even sexier that her mother had been. Since her mother’s death two years ago Dominique has been a handful to say the least. My hands were tied and I was at my wits end. I couldn’t beat Dominique as much as she deserved and I couldn’t put her into foster care either. As a last resort my sister promised to straighten her out and return her to me in a few months. I had my doubts but I had no other choice but to take her up on her offer. So I...

FRENCH BOY WITH IRANIAN BOY

FRENCH BOY WITH IRANIAN BOY Hello every one….I am going to tell my real story…my name is Enzo from Nice-France…my family newly converted to Islam…and we now migrated to Montreal-Canada…I am 16 years old…quite slim and well looking….5’8″ tall…white in complextion and my Cock size is not that great…its about 5″ long… There I was…. sitting in one of my classes…. I was scanning the faces of the Boys in my class and in my school….when my eyes fell upon one Indian boy….he looks few years older then...

French Lessons

It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...

French Kisses

Copyright © 1998 by sandman I was born in 1935 in Lyons, France. It was a very bad time to be a Frenchman, it was a very bad time to be a child. All around me the great post-war depression raged and people whispered in hushed tones that the winds of war were echoing through the hills again. And at the age of four, war did indeed arrive sweeping away the last remnants of my childhood innocence for war cares nothing of such things. My Papa, a great and noble man, spoke soothing words to...

French Connection

If you have checked my profile you know I am a well endowed black 27y.o. trucker. Recently I was driving through a pretty rural part of Quebec east of Quebec City, definitely not many , if any black folks.A car was passing me and I looked down into the car, as I often due and it was a middle aged couple. She was an average build for her age, a little heavy but pretty woman and she was looking up at me and gave me a big smile and then turned to her husband and said something. He slowed and they...

French Dressing 2

FRENCH DRESSING 2 CHAPTER 1 The new girl Sami was waiting for me in the arrivals area. We rushed to one another and embraced, exchanging kisses on the cheeks. "Come on Babette, let's get you home." Eventually we got off the Metro and walked a few hundred metres along the Boulevard St Germain. I inhaled the sights and smells of the city, I longed to admire every shop, I gazed into every cafe. But Sami dragged me along and up a small side-street to a little courtyard. "Here...

French Maid Part 2

French Maid Part 2: I looked at the girl my mother had just created in the mirror struggling to connect with the fact that the girl I was looking at was in fact me, a boy, a lost boy, a completely lost boy... I looked at the girl in the mirror, her fishnet encased legs, her half slips and her bra. I looked up at her perfectly made up face, her lipstick painted lips, her long blonde hair in a ponytail. Boys just didn't look like this. I looked at the girl in the mirror and concluded...

French film audition

James had short dark hair, an athletic body from sports he played in high school. He had a faint set of abs. He was six foot one in height and was very handsome. He had girlfriends in the past but was single. He had always been the sporty type in high school but he had recently wanted to change that. He had a desire to start acting classes. He wanted to be a big actor like you see in the movies. He had an audition booked for tomorrow at 2pm. The movie was a French film. He did not really...

French Lesson Ch 04

Anyway, it’s late in the day and they are by the lilly encrusted lake on a blanket. The scent of the raspberry ripple roses heady and heavy, compounded by the full bloom that he is using to lazily caress her body. Brushing her nipples, thighs, neck, everywhere. His hand is moving the stem almost reflexively. She is on her back, hands behind her hair, one leg raised, open to him. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view....

French Lessons

It was during my first summer holiday since I’d gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn’t really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...

French Class

It was just another day, besides one fact. You had a D- in French, and your mom was pissed. She had said "If you EVER want to see anything but the WALLS of your ROOM you will go and get some EXTRA CREDIT!" So here it was, after school, and you were seeking some extra credit. Sadly, your French teacher wasnt the steriotypical hot, erotic kind. Mind you, she didnt look horrible, but she wasnt the hottest of the hot. She had about C-cup tits, and a rather large ass, a bit out of your...

French Poodle Sissy 1

My name is Clinton Crayle, and I'm a very different kind of Private Eye. My fee is a Thousand Dollars a day, and I'm seldom out of work. My specialty is untangling the kinky sex lives of the very rich. My clients know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're rich and in a jam, come to see me. Elise Bentley did.... "I've lost my husband and wonder if you might be able to find him for me?" Elise Bentley, in an expensive dress accentuated by even more...

French Woman s Ordeal

French Woman?s Ordeal Part 1By Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:It was a hot day in Pattaya, Thailand. It was summer time. The locals were running around, with hats on their heads, and here they watch the Western tourists, walking around. Foreigners from Scandinavia love Thailand?s heat.Claire was walking around. Claire was an attractive woman, originally from Bretagne, somewhere in the West Coast of the France, that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She stood at 6 feet tall, with...

French Lessons

© 2002 Couture After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "Ça alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. Then one day I looked up some of the words in an English to French...

French Lessons 1

"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?" "I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite. "You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run...

French Doors

She stepped out onto the balcony and the warm southern air fought with the unseasonably cool breeze against her bare shoulders. She hugged herself and looked over the yard. Down below on the first floor there were several party goers enjoying the music and each other. She wasn’t sure if she should really be waiting for him here. When he’d said ‘Meet me up there. I’ll be right behind you.’ he’d pointed at this small balcony and it hadn’t seemed as high or as dark or as removed as she felt...

French Lesson Ch 01

The sun wakes him, there are windows on three sides of the room and no curtains. The shutters open and the breeze is grazing his body, keeping the heat at bay. He reaches over to take his glass and drink some water. As he does, he finds himself grinning as he surveys the scene of devastation around the bedroom. Clothes, underwear, stockings discarded, a lamp knocked over, most of the bedding on the floor and pillows spread around the room as he’d used them, imaginatively, to lift her hips...

French Service Station Fuck

I will be adding some stories and memories based on real events. Some of my painting and art are inspired by these events.So there I was driving down through France on my way to the Alps for the winter season, I was wearing a nice little blue strappy top, a black short skirt as I generally prefer and no panties or bra. It was warm enough in the car but when I got out for a little break at the next service station I grabbed my hoody to put on, even so, my nipples went hard as nails! I ran across...

FRENCH LESSONS

French LessonsbyEmmyLou93©Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend....

French and wet

Introduction: A French houswife gives it nasty to her teenage neighbor. The Perfect HandTim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts.It was...

French Study Partner

When I was in high school I had a huge crush on this girl. She was a friend of a friend, and we didn't really hang out with the same people or have any classes together. We were each in relationships with other people , but always seemed to catch reach others eye on the periphery... She was kind of short, brown hair, and freckles. She had huge tits, probably the biggest of any girl I have ever fucked or fondle since. Freakishly huge, actually, for her small frame. She was a big time...

French fuck Part 1

All right, I guess it was my fault, as it was my idea that got us into the situation that ended with me getting fucked by a complete stranger and both of us experiencing sex that we had never had before.No longer in our youth we prefer restful holidays in the warm. This time we were in the south of France as Billy was going to retire before long and we were considering buying a holiday home in the area. We were staying in a very nice hotel out of town and while it had its own pool it was only a...

French fuck Part 2 OMG

Day 3. Sunday.After the exertions of the previous evening we slept well and woke late. We had missed breakfast at the hotel so we rang room service and they sent over a tray of continental breakfast - croissants and rolls with a pot of tea (for me) and coffee (for him) which we devoured.The day was another lovely one and it was still very warm. Being a Sunday there was very little to do as everything was closed so we went back to the beach, not really expecting a repeat of the previous day but...

French Maid Forever

French Maid Forever Debra Phil didn't think it was such a big deal. Not really. OK, he probably should not have cheated on his wife, Cindy. Again. With his personal assistant. But he had. And Cindy had caught him. Now she was livid. She was waiving the separate property agreement he had signed the last time this had happened. If she demanded a divorce, and with the pictures she had she would get one. She would own the house, the company and all of the investments. He...

French film audition part 2

James felt awkward after what had happened at the audition. His Mom had seen his dick and touched it. She hadn't seen it since he had been much younger. After a few more days he received a call from the film director telling him he had been successful. James was actually disappointed. He was nervous as to what would happen next. He didn't tell his Mom and just wanted to pretend it had never happened. The next stage was to start filming. James thought it was just one day of filming so told...

French adventures

My friend Lizzie and I went to brittany in the north of France for a weekend in June when we were 15 years old. As soon as we got there at 10.30 at night we threw our bags into our room, and quickly changed into short skirts and more revealing tops. I had a boyfriend back home, but I thought this would be a nice drunken girly weekend with my best friend and so I wore my tightest denim mini, with my long light brown legs on show, and a baby pink polo shirt, with my 32D cleavage almost bursting...

French Lessons

The term ‘reserved occupation’ was used by many European countries in WWII to categorise certain trades and skills which exempted people from being conscripted for military service. In Britain, farming was one such skill; and as a farmer, my Uncle Ned (not a real uncle) was able to continue with his arable farming. He had recently taken a new bride: half his age and strikingly beautiful.Colette was a French refugee and the talk of the village. Some said Ned was a lucky man to share his bed with...

French Lessons sur La Toilette

I was only 24 when I was sent to Jersey for three months to learn all about Stock Broking. I had left school at 17 and had joined a Shipping Agent company but the shipping business had collapsed with the use of the containers, and the company had to concentrate on its Investment Trust work. I was met at airport by the Managing Director who took me directly to the person who had agreed to put me up for three months. She was the widow of a director who had died some four months previously, from...

French Niece Chapter 3 New York Aug 28 2004

You couldn't mistake them for anything but what they were, rich French women deigning to allow the United States the pleasure of their company for a short while. And as they slowly walked towards me, every molecule in my body screamed 'danger', a warning I knew I couldn't heed. "Ah, Amelie, le voila," my sister intoned to her daughter, pointing at me. "Marie, Cat, what a pleasure," I said, rushing to meet them. There were no family hugs from these two, just a cheerless waving at my...

French and wet

Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts. It was mid-October, and Tim had the day off from school because of a teacher work...

French Lesson Ch 02

They are sharing breakfast at the long dining table. Dwarfed by its length, it could seat around 20, the manoir must have been built around it. She’d woken before him this morning, coaxed from sleep by the sun and the obstreperous birds. He was still sleeping, the ghost of a snore. Looking hard at the firm, handsome enough face, gentled by sleep, she had weighed up the opportunities and reluctantly decided to let him rest. She had bathed and dressed quickly, hopped on to the clanking old...

French Lesson Ch 03

They lay together, squashed in a hammock. She’d found it hidden in the hayloft and secured it, hopefully, between an apple with fruitlets and a recently cropped cherry. Getting in had been a challenge as a lot of tipping and rocking seemed to occur. Lucky it was close to the ground. They’d laughed so much that her eyes watered and they were still chuckling as they lay there. Eventually, by sitting on it together and opposite, then swinging legs over, they managed it and were now lying facing...

French Throat

She crawled over to him on all fours while he laid back on the plump, cushy couch with his legs up in the air and his asshole winking at her. He rubbed his cock to attention and said ‘crawl over her you little bitch and eat my asshole.’ She crawled over, her 4-inch high heels clacking on the wood floor beneath her as she crawled. She couldn’t take her eyes of his delicious-looking, puckered asshole. She put her hands on both of his legs and pressed them even further towards the man’s head so...

French nature Public Sex 3rd Part

After first exciting day in Paris and hot sex in ambulance my French lover took me for sightseeing of Paris. Whole morning we were visiting famous places in Paris and he was really trying to make me feeling nice and important.I was enjoying it, but also I could not stop thinking on hot sex on parking lot from yesterday. I saw he is a little bit shy in taking action, so I suggested him to show me nature around Paris. We were already near to high way when I said to him “I think you would like to...

French coast fun

I was travelling alone across Western Europe a few years ago. Amsterdam, Prague, Paris, etc. Eventually London and Dublin. But first, a late-night train to Calais on the coast of the channel. As usual, when I'm travelling, I read a lot. On this one night a young English guy sitting across from me noticed the title of my book and we struck up a conversation. He was on his way home from Aix, France, where he had been picking g****s. Just an adventurer trying something new. Nice-looking guy named...

FRENCH LESSONS

Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend. They lived miles away from...

French Maid

He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...

French Maid

He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...

French Quarter Vampirette

I woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare. It was always dark and foggy in them. For the past few weeks, I'd had a continuing nightmare of a mysterious woman lurking around me. I don’t know why I was worried. The woman was hot as hell and numerous times I had awoken with a hard cock. I figured I was dreaming of fucking her, but I could never remember that part with her. It made me nervous because I felt she looked familiar but in the same sense I’ve never seen her before. That’s why...

French couple with a Indian Pakistani colleague

We are a French couple and lived in the UK for about 2 years. We moved to Manchester as I work there. My wife is a teacher and teaches languages. We have been married for 3 years. At work I made a lot of friends, and went to a number of weddings and nights out with them. One guy in particular I got quite close with as he was a part time car dealer. This was last year before covid. He was of Indian/Pakistani origin and was in Manchester for work only, and is originally from Huddersfield. He is...

French MaidChapter 3

The following day I didn't need to start work until the evening. So for most of the day I spent with one of my close friends, not actually letting on what was happening at the hotel, but hinting to her. She seemed shocked. I didn't let on that I had taken an active role in any of the goings-on. When I arrived I was waiting at the dinner tables for the first couple of hours. Apart from one of the guests, who put his hand up the back of my short dress everytime I served him, the dinner was...

French MaidChapter 7

One morning at about 10 am I was sent up to a room with a feather duster of all things. I had the standard outfit on, black stockings, suspender belt, skimpy panties and bra, plus a French Maid's outfit. I knocked on the door and was told to enter. The man sitting there was dark haired and about 50 years old. He was slim and not so bad looking. He had a nice smile and was holding a newspaper in his hands. "I want you to do the dusting please," he told me, "But only in your...

French MaidChapter 9

It was about 9:30 one Monday morning when I was asked to go to a room on the top floor. I was told it was for some dictation, and I was to take a notepad and pencil. I found one in the office and headed upstairs. Entering the room I found a man in his early forties wearing a three-piece suit with shirt and tie. He had brown hair, fairly short and a pleasant face. He was medium weight and in the suit looked really good. "I need you to take some letters for me." He said ushering me into the...

French MaidChapter 10

Another day at the hotel, a Thursday in fact. The first three hours of my shift had been boring, just general maid duties, changing beds etc. But at eleven o'clock I was told that I had been requested to a room on the second floor. I knocked and a well-spoken voice belonging to a lady told me to come in. Opening the door I found a woman in her mid-forties, very well dressed and very elegant looking together with an older man. I guessed he was about sixty. He was white haired, fairly thin,...

French MaidChapter 11

One day, I'd had been on duty for several hours, just normal chamber maid work when I was told I had been requested by the Colonel on the top floor. I had previously seen the Colonel twice now. He was a dear old man, quite soft hearted, and I had found our two meetings a lot of fun. So I changed into a fresh uniform, the usual, French Maid dress, white stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties, and went up to his room. I was told to come in when I knocked and there he was sitting there....

French MaidChapter 15

I got to work at 8am one Thursday morning. We did the breakfast shift and sorted out all the washing. At 10 o'clock I was told I was wanted upstairs in my French Maid's outfit. I asked which room and was told the third floor linen cupboard! I asked Anna about this and she just said, "That'll be Freddie, he likes confined spaces." She smiled. "Don't worry, it's very quick usually." The actual room was only big enough for two people to stand in. It consisted mainly of shelves full of...

Frenched By Milf French Tuition Teacher

I was a nineteen-year-old student in junior college, in Hyderabad and I had a French language teacher Ms. Nancy, an attractive woman around 42 years, whose house I used to go for tuitions, one day after teaching me for an hour, we finished. We were sitting at a table in talking about my performance when, surprisingly, she brought the conversation around to the subject of masturbation. When she started talking about it I was quite embarrassed and found myself sweating. I had always thought of...

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Your name is John Shan, and you are heir to the highly Distinguished Shan Bloodline, a Lineage of Heroes and Force-Users stretching all the way back to the Mandalorian Wars, which was more than 3,600 years ago. You are fresh out of the Imperial Stormtrooper Academy of Carida, but unlike your fellow Officers you have no Xenophobic Hatred or Views towards Aliens. You may carry out Morally Questionable Orders, but that doesn't mean you like or aren't haunted by them. You stay for one reason, Hope,...

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Amber was sitting nude except garters and stockings, frustrated and bored. She was touching herself slowly and not responding very well, she thought about getting some random stranger from the bar and bringing him home that night, and this made her wetter, a few weeks ago she had done this, but Brian had turned out to be stupid and came two seconds after he had thrusted inside her awkwardly, he had tried to move in with her, wich she avoided by taking him out for coffee and leaving him...

French Holiday

This story was originally written for a friend of mine. It was a gift for him. He’s very real, though this story is entirely the figment of my dirty little imagination. Special thanks to Lady_Rika for her great help as volunteer editor! * * * * * You get a couple of days leave, and we agree to meet at a hotel in the south of France, near Cannes. I’ve found a small hotel overlooking the Mediterranean where the rooms are luxurious, the view is spectacular, the food is incredible and the staff...

french banging

The sexy exchange student drove him wild. During class, he would sit behind her, perving on her perfect ass. All he wanted – all he was sure he would ever want was sex. He wanted it from her, and he wanted it bad. They were in sex education at that particular time, learning about the different parts of the penis and vagina, and Troy felt seedy for how much it aroused him. With every slide and picture that went up, he imagined Delphine’s naked parts and wanted her desperately.At the end of the...

French Comparisons

Ever since Dan left the party scene hadn't been as good. Dan threw some amazing parties, but more importantly they were all for people in your year, and all had people who were like you. They were reliably awesome. No wasted first years having their first beers, no police being called because someone started a fire. Dan had left a good few months back, and it was now week 2 of your fourth year; your final year in college. Everything was going smoothly, if a little more boring than usual, until...

French Vacation

Travelling with a well known airline it was a fairly long drive in our hire car to the appartment we were renting. Having arrived late Linda had ffered to do the breakfast run down to where ever the local shops were to pick up some essentials.I must have been asleep when she had left as I was awoekn by the smell of fresh coffee being served at the bedside. Linda was wearing a tiny tubedress and heels which made the occasion even more special. I thanked Linda for dressing up just for me. As...

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I apologized for English: traction googleThe first blog for me.I will not tell you now my various sexual games that I play only what I do now.You like to learn to know me if I continued my blogs, but in short, almost no practices are not allowed and I try and pushed back even further my fantasy (which is often at the stage of fantasy).All this to tell what I'm doing now and especially for your comments and suggestions.So, here is my perversion of the moment:I am currently writing the testicles...

French Poodle Sissy 2

Self-consciously, I slipped off my shoes and stepped into the pen while Jennifer went for a towel. Janet was nowhere to be seen, and I tried vaguely to remember which of them had been carrying my clothes. The cage-like enclosure had no shower as such, just a water faucet mounted on a pole about waist-high. To "shower" under this, I had to grab it, crouch down and undulate my body under the stream as I ran the tap full force! The cold, cold water brought me partly back to my' senses,...

French Poodle Sissy conclusion

The way I saw it, Elise Bentley had pretty well wiped out any ethical obligation I had to her by refusing to pay me my fee and getting me stuck in this awful situation. Now.I could turn my attention to her husband's plight with a clear conscience and try to find some way of getting him out of his awful. captivity. So I bided my time, meekly obeying every order our captresses gave, and submitted to being transformed into a ripe, sexy, silly-looking girl-thing... Today it was time to...

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The sexy exchange student drove him wild. During class, he would sit behind her, perving on her perfect ass. All he wanted - all he was sure he would ever want was sex. He wanted it from her, and he wanted it bad. They were in sex education at that particular time, learning about the different parts of the penis and vagina, and Troy felt seedy for how much it aroused him. With every slide and picture that went up, he imagined Delphine's naked parts and wanted her desperately.At the end of the...

French Kiss

Early morning. A large, comfortable room in a ski lodge somewhere north of Calgary. I was lying on my back on the king-sized bed in my undershorts, still stretching the sleep out of my joints. Pat and Julie Allen were clattering around in the bathroom. Then Pat came out, stark naked, and stretched out casually on the bed next to me. I admired her lazily. Her younger sister Julie was still in the bathroom, doing something with a candle. "So," came her voice, "from the sounds that came...

French Maid

Tom Fisher had been totally smitten by the beauty of Arielle Dumonde. Furthermore, she had said she would see him sometime this day, and his excitable part kept twitching every time this thought went through his mind. He wanted to lurk outside the big house as early as possible, in order not to miss her when she looked for him, but his father had reminded him of his responsibilities to sweep the floor, and get a rabbit ready for the pot. He sat on the rustic bench outside their hut and got to...

French MaidChapter 2

My second day saw me doing normal chambermaid duties until about 9:30 when I was sent up to a room on the top floor. After knocking I went in to find a young man in his late 20s standing there in a sports jackets and casual trousers. He said his name was Mick, [Hello, well you keep writing me so I thought you'd like a role in this story, hope you aren't angry]. He asked me to go to the window and then just lean forward with my arms resting on the ledge. I did as I was told. He walked up...

French MaidChapter 4

A slow day until 11 am when I was told that the 'Colonel' had requested me to come up to his room. The other girls told me that he was in his seventies, and could be good fun. They advised me to 'go along' with what ever he wanted, 'it's never as bad as it sounds... ' I made my way upstairs and after knocking entered the room. The 'Colonel' was sitting on a chair, dressed in a black suit. His hair was grey and his face was that of a man in his late fifties. His complexion was very...

French MaidChapter 5

It was Friday, my fifth day. I started work at about 8am that morning. An hour later I was asked to go to a room, this time I was to go with another girl, Anna, and we had to wear special outfits. The outfits turned out to be schoolgirl uniforms. We changed, putting on the short little skirts, the white blouses, and the socks. Under that we were wearing white underwear. Anna had been to the room before for this guest and told me he was easy enough to please, I was to 'follow her lead'. We...

French MaidChapter 6 The Party

Once a month the hotel threw a party for the regular guests. It was organised differently to all other 'events'. There was just a flat fee for the girls that took part. The same rules applied though. We always had the option of saying 'no, ' and anything that did happen was between the guests and us. The theme of tonights party was Roman. The men would wear togas while the girls were asked to wear a sort of sacking, just a one piece garment that covered us like a tunic with a belt drawn...

French MaidChapter 8

It being the end of my second month it was party time again. I was invited to attend, as were all the girls. Five girls decided to join in. Alice, the tall girl with large breasts, and flaming red hair, hanging down; Anna, the brown haired beauty with small pointy breasts and very white skin; Sally, a boyish type girl with hardly any breasts at all and a figure rather too close to a pencil. In fact she was very popular, especially dressed up as a boy; Rachel, with long black hair, dark eyes,...

French MaidChapter 12

One Friday I was told that two men had requested me to go for a car ride in the hotel's very large Rolls Royce. I was told who the men were, I had seen them at breakfast. They were both in their thirties, average build, short hair, and quite good looking. Naturally I agreed. I was given a new outfit to wear, a body hugging short black dress. I decided that bra and panties would spoil it, so I went out to the car just in the dress. They were waiting for me. I climbed in and sat between them...

French MaidChapter 13

One morning at eleven o'clock I was asked to go to a room on the second floor. Entering I found a tall slim man there, in his thirties. He had dark brown hair, and a pleasing face. He introduced himself as Scott. He asked me to sit down next to him. "I called you up because I've heard nothing but good things about you." He told me. "But I want to explain to you what I would like to do. I understand that you are, shall we say, a little straight... so I would like to explain what I want....

French MaidChapter 14

On one Tuesday the manager called me into his office and told me that I had been requested for an event the following day. Apparently three businessmen would be here then and they had a habit of hiring a coach and horse team. Dressed up in Victorian outfits they would go for a ride around the country, "For country read the hotel grounds mainly," the manager advised. I was asked if I was agreeable to it. "Just some dressing up and acting the part." He told me. What could I lose... no...

French Niece Chapter 2 New York Summer 1985

My sister, simply Mary then, was born six years before me, and was probably more surprised by my sudden appearance than my father. Dad was sixty when I was born, and greeted the son he had given up hoping for, a son who could carry on the proud tradition of the New York Browns, with jubilation. In one day Mary went from being the only child of a wealthy family, an always spoiled girl who had been the most important person in the Brown household, into almost an afterthought, the arrival of...

French Niece Chapter 5 New York City 2004 2005

Amelie's flight was late, delayed for two hours on the tarmac at Orly by a freak storm, and so she only landed at ten o'clock on New Years Eve. When she finally appeared through the doors from immigration and saw me, she ran shrieking toward me and I had to catch her as she leapt the final eight feet, landing smiling against my chest as her legs locked around my waist, her tongue stretching to find mine. "Oh Oncle Pierre, je t'aime [I love you], she yelled between long kisses, "Je...

French Niece Chapter 6 New York City Today November 24 2005

It's warm now in the room as I sit here typing my story on my laptop; I can feel the warmth coming from the fireplace across from me, the first of many fires I'll light this winter in my cozy den. "Are you almost finished Papa?" I hear my daughter Amelie ask from her chair next to the sofa. "Oui Cherie" [yes love], I answer, quickly glancing up fondly at my love, our daughter Natalie sucking eagerly at her fat teat. "She looks hungry tonight," I say grinning as I type, captivated by...

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I am very excited. I will at least see in real the fabulous May from Malaysia. I know her for quite some time now but I have only just seen a picture of her lovely face. She seems quite open minded but she may have forgotten to tell me she is quite overweight or such rare things... In any case, I am ready. I have taken a full bath, even internally cleaned myself. I am wearing my blue kimono, with my yellow stripes boxer beneath and I have talc powdered my thighs and ass cheeks. I have put 2...

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(Sith Academy, Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban, Stygian Caldera, Sith Space) Darth Imperious landed on Korriban accompanied by his Six Apprentices and His Dashade Assassin and Sith Historian. He walked into the Hallowed Halls that he once walked as an Acolyte, and now as A Dark Lord of the Sith. The Many Acolytes looked upon his Mask with a Mixture of Fear, Awe, Reverence and Respect. He was a Master of the Dark Side and a Dark Council, but he was also a Paragon of the Imperial Military and...

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Living in a small town had its benefits, of course. No smog, no traffic, a comfortable cost of living, and a sense of community in which neighbors looked after one another. On the other hand, 14-year-old Cynthia, often thought, this small town crap was just boring. Besides, if you got in trouble, everybody knew about it, and you’d keep running into people you just hated. Not that Cynthia was getting into trouble a lot. She was a well-bred colt, active in extracurricular activities and in...

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Sue turned towards the bathroom. Looking back over her shoulder, she ordered Mark to get undressed and into bed. Mark obeyed and waited. On leaving the bathroom, Sue stopped in the doorway. She looked down on Mark’s nude shape, on the bed. Even in the moon-lit semi-darkness, Sue could see his rampant cock.Mark did not just look at Sue. He drank her in as she fronted him: Long-legged, broad-hipped, flat-bellied, with the challenging black triangle of a mature woman’s pubes. And Sue, with her...

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THEADVENTURES OF HARRY CHAPTER SIXYou’d think I could get the chapter headings consistent and then of course there is the out order issue. Maybe someday I’ll go back and rearrange them. But I digress. It’s time we met Barbara.I mentioned before that we worked for the same company but in different departments. We met when my group decided to go out for happy hour one Friday. Someone knew people in sales and invited them. Barbara was in sales and she came along. We hit it off pretty well, but...

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Angel's Tale: A MORFS Universe Story By Joreymay Part 20 When she got up in the morning, Angel realized that she hadn't told her parents about the meeting. In fact, she hadn't figured out what to tell them about the meeting. In fact, there were a lot of things she needed to tell them. And despite Lena's reasoning, it could still come back to haunt her. Still... it was time. Putting the conversation off, she showered and dressed before going downstairs. When she thought...

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This is part one of the story of K, my 1st wife. We were together for 15 years; this is how she went from “Girlfriend” to “Wife”, then to “Submissive Sex Slave/ Wife.” I honestly never intended or planned this outcome, this was just how our relationship evolved, and it is a story worth telling. It was Saturday night February 28th 1987, two weeks prior I had broken up with the 2 women I was dating and having sex with. One was Cherie, 26 years old and cheating on her husband. The other was Rosie...

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Oh look at them watching me. Such a rush of divine sexuality as I felt the wind blow gently up my skirt. Walking in my black pumps up Elm street, as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Woman scowling upon me as their men watched in silent awe. I could feel my thighs gently rub together as I stepped, and my skirt frame softly over my knees. My hair dancing from side to side, as if to lightly tickle my face. Tits bouncing lightly through my blouse. A small grin across my lips. I felt...

The United Kingdom of Zoo Celebrity EditionE3 Eliza Butterworth

We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... but now we are seeing medieval castles, green pastures, ancient forests, and nordic invaders. The BBC documentary title appears “The United Kingdom of Zoo” and then the logo “Celebrity Edition; The Last Kingdom” is slapped on the bottom in a dog jizz shaped font. “While this looks much like the Scottish Highlands, we are actually in...

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Working in a small law office has its ups and downs but never did I ever think this would happen. It has been a long week, and it’s still just Thursday, I’m so ready for Friday to come, so I can get out. I want to find myself a man, and get laid. It’s been so long! I want him to pin my arms above my head, kiss me passionately, and own me for as long as it lasts. This is what I think of at the end of my work day, in the storage room with my fingers in my panties. I want to be fucked stupid, and...

One Day

Following our hotel meet, it's likely one day I'll get to play out another fantasy, but for now I'll have to just tell you all about it X.It's a Saturday evening, it's been a hot summers day, I've spent most of the day in the garden tanning my naked self, all to help look my best for tonight ofcourse. Jim and I are going to our swingers club tonight, and I'm part of the female welcome party for the single men attending the group night. I want to look my best so I get into my black leather...

The Massage Part Two

She knelt before him and slowly began to undo his belt buckle. He chuckled in anticipation of what was coming next. She slowly undid his zipper and with his help pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. She then leaned back and pulled off her own t-shirt. His eyes fixed on her big beautiful breasts as she moved forward to rest them on his balls; licking her lips she looked up at him and leaned her head forward… She slid back a bit and decided to rest her heavy breasts on his thighs,...

Desperate for Her Love Part One

Every morning I sit in my black Ford Bronco parked outside Lily's apartment. Lily leaves for work at eight-thirty a.m. sharp and I don't want to miss seeing the way she struts her tiny ass across the parking lot to her silver Chevy Camaro. I watch her slide that ass into her car and back it out of its parking spot. I follow her to work every morning, just to be sure she gets there safely. If her car were to ever break down, I'd want to be the one who stopped and offered to look underneath the...

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