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TimepieceChapter 26

Just as the trooper drew the sergeant’s attention to me, Wendy materialized from the shadows ... well ... sort of ... she materialized all right ... from the ether. I was pretty surprised. She looked like she had stepped out from the gathering darkness ... but I knew better. Right then Annabelle followed her out and then the Feminine Powers slithered out too. Six and Four ... the male Powers were next. You have to understand ... the Powers are all very tall ... very tall. From Seven’s seven...

TimeslipChapter 26

With Billy running the garage, it was decided to offer Sally a position assisting him until her pregnancy became too much to handle the work. Sally was overjoyed, not only because of the extra income but the knowledge that we recognised her as part of our team. A big party was planned for Jess and Ron's engagement, because of the large guest list Ron arranged for the hire of the Mechanics Institute Hall, a big hall with supper rooms on the side. The hall was used for dances, weddings and...

TimepieceChapter 27

When the quad walked in the door ... there on the right was a stack of bib aprons. The four of them collected one each. Then they stepped up to the bar: “Four Wendy’s, Ernie,” Wendy said. She looked at me. I paid. That drew a chuckle from the crowd. “Where you sitting?” Ernie replied. Wendy took a look. “Corner table by the window.” “Frank!” Ernie called. Frank stuck his head out between the batwing doors. Ernie hollered, “Four Wendy meals.” He got a nod and went back to washing...

TimepieceChapter 28

The burgers were meaty and juicy, the lettuce fresh and crisp, the onion potent and sweet, the pickle very dill and briny, the bacon thick and smokey, the two cheeses in juxtaposition ... one sharp, one mild, the bun toasted and seeded; they thoroughly enjoyed every bite ... food for the gods, just ask her. The fries were deep brown and salty crisp. There is nothing quite like Canadian fries ... the vinegar had a different flavor than malt. The group spent some time filling up the corners...

TimeslipChapter 28

The arrangements for Jenny's birthday party were left in the more than capable hands of the CWA, they excelled themselves with Jess and Ron's engagement party and we decided that they were the only way to go. The venue once again was to be the Mechanic's Institute Hall. Jen was excited and just about drove everyone nuts with her continuous chatter, Jess suggested I should give her the undergarments present early in the day, that way she could wear them to the party but keep the nightwear...

TimeslipChapter 29

At last it was time to go to the party, Ron and I were all dressed up and like most men, patiently waiting for the lady folk. The wait was worth it, Jessie came down first and she looked stunning. She wore a light peach coloured dress and semi high heels complete with hand bag and shawl, I could see the pride in Ron's eyes and I had to agree she was beautiful. "Ta da da", Jenny came down the stairs; if I didn't love her then I sure fell in love at that moment. She had that pure beauty...

TimepieceChapter 31

“Right here,” Annabelle said. “I noticed a strange depression in the forest floor and sorta ... kicked away the needles around it. That was the first thing I kicked.” She pointed to a huge piece of lithic material. (Huge is determined by the eye or knowledge of the beholder, a pound nugget of natural gold is pretty big but a pound of natural emerald is HUGE.) It was conchoidal on one side and pretty long. The piece had a severe cortex of waste material left on the unused side of the artifact...

TimeslipChapter 30

The following morning two very tired but sated lovers came down the stairs to breakfast. Jen, looking like the cat that got the cream spoke to Jessica, "Mum, we agreed to tell you when we went all the way ... last night we did." Ron just about choked on his coffee; Jess looked at us both for a moment and then said "with all the noise you two have been making at night I thought you had broken your promise weeks ago." "No Mum, we kept our word, now that we are engaged it's only natural...

TimeslipChapter 31

Peace at last ... unfortunately no. Sunday afternoon the phone rang, a friend of Ron's was reporting the events of Morning Mass. Father Rose, still smarting from having to apologise for the Father Ryan attack on me, took the opportunity to castigate me publicly over the Mrs Dawson confrontation. Not only had I physically attacked an elderly lady, causing her to be hospitalised but I had, in public proposed to my sister, this was nothing short of incest, what else could be expected, my...

TimepieceChapter 34

Naturally, because I’m such a nice guy and all of that ... and since the boat was already loaded on the very nice eight wheel fully adjustable Magic Tilt commercial sailboat trailer featuring ten hull stands a side and four five thousand pound axles with Made in USA waterproof sealed Timken bearings, I put the title to the dredge on the dredge seat, hooked the Magic Tilt trailer to the Ford 450 six wheel drive toter, hung our OVERSIZE LOAD signs front and rear and drove off into the...

TimeslipChapter 32

The meeting with the Chamber of Commerce was a success, Ron gave them the basic concept to start off with and then he gave them a background history of credit unions. "The history of credit unions began in 1844, with a group of weavers in Rochdale, England, who established the Rochdale Society of Equitable Pioneers. They sold shares to members to raise the capital necessary to buy goods at lower than retail prices, and then sold the goods at a savings to members. In doing so, they became the...

TimepieceChapter 35

“What are you grinning for?” asked Wendy. “I said that in East Jordan,” said Annabelle. “I don’t remember you complaining about size,” said Wendy. “She did,” I said. “She said it was a small boat.” “Oh sure,” Wendy grouched, “Take the new girl’s word.” Annabelle grinned again. Well, she was in the water, afloat. There didn’t seem to be any leaks. The riggers came and tuned the rig. She was still afloat and dry a week later. It feels like time for a watery road trip. I called the...

TimeslipChapter 33

The following morning Ron and Jess were up and ready to depart, Jess in mother mode gave Jennie a list of do's and don'ts which of course Jen totally ignored. "You two just go and do what honeymooners do; we'll be OK here so don't you worry." With the newly weds out of the way, Jen grabbed my arm and told me we had unfinished business to attend to. "I thought you had plans to 'screw my brains out' last night, what did I find? A sleeping beauty." "This sleeping beauty is now...

TimeslipChapter 34

The following day Ron met with Joe Costello and his wife Maria to discuss the pizza parlour. Maria was happy that we were prepared to finance them. "Mr Ron, for years Joe and I have had our dream of having a pizza parlour, when Joe told me that the store would soon be available I thought we could not find the finance to start. Your generous offer overwhelms me, I'm so happy." "Maria, Joe, this town is very important to my family, we want to see it grow, helping you get started gives us...

TimeslipChapter 35

The barby kicked off with the women all talking babies and the men ... well talking men things. What amazes me is the ladies accuse the men or ignoring them at these sort of affairs and yet that's what they are doing themselves, strange cattle. During the evening Jess told me we were running out of milk, would I be a dear and drive down to the milk bar and buy a couple of bottles? I hadn't been drinking much during the day so I was OK to drive. I went into the shop and bought the milk, as...

TimeslipChapter 36

Things were moving fast, the credit union was functioning in one of the vacant shops and people were keen to support it. Several of the wealthier farmers had seen the advantages and invested the money into it as did quite a few businesses. The housing estate was underway and two houses were near completion with several names on the waiting list. The houses were set on quarter acre blocks spread around a small woodland in the form of a big loop. The intent was to thin the trees out but keep...

HardtimesChapter 2

Patrolling the mall early Saturday morning meant staying out of the way of the horde of mall walkers who descended upon the place. Little old ladies who walked at a snail’s pace blocked the paths of soccer moms who power-walked. Occasionally a walker would trip for no apparent reason and he would have to write up a report. About once a year, an elderly walker would clutch his or her chest and he would have to call for an ambulance. Burl hated working Saturday mornings. It wasn’t the mall...

HardtimesChapter 3

It was Sunday morning and Burl was headed out the door. Although he regularly went to church, he was not dressed for church. His baggy pants, faded tee shirt, and torn up sneakers wouldn’t be welcome in polite society. He put his cap on and headed down the street. Two houses down, he walked over to the front door and rang the bell. It seemed to take forever for anyone to answer it. “Hey, Burl! How’s it going?” George asked. George was slender and of medium build with short hair. He had a...

HardtimesChapter 4

The day the party to celebrate Junior’s birth was held, turned out to be a blustery fall day. Orange, red, and yellow leaves dropped from the trees to be carried by the wind. The rustle of dry leaves rubbing against other leaves provided a background noise easily recognizable as the sound of fall. People wore windbreakers, sweaters, or jackets trying to keep warm in the face of the chilly wind, but their efforts failed. It was too cool for a light jacket, too windy for a sweater, and not cold...

HardtimesChapter 5

Burl stood next to the fountain watching the young woman play her guitar. So far no one had complained about her, but it was just a matter of time. There was always somebody who would find something wrong with anything. Jesus could walk through the mall and there would be some folks who would say he looked too old and others would complain that he looked too young. They would all complain that he was too scruffy – beard and robe and all that. In this case, someone would find a song...

HardtimesChapter 6

Indian summer had arrived and it looked like the weather was going to be glorious. The nights were chilly, but the days were nice. The really cold weather would be coming in a couple of weeks. Until then, people were taking advantage of the warm temperatures. Leaves needed to be raked, storm windows had to be put in place, and other little errands in preparation of winter had to be performed. Laura looked over the roof of her station wagon at the old house. Burl had been a perfect gentleman....

HardtimesChapter 7

Halloween showed up at Burl’s house big time. The whole front yard was decorated like a cemetery with tombstones sporting humorous little sayings. Fog flowed over the ground and spooky noises originated from speakers that had been carefully placed out of sight. Burl, dressed up like a farmer in overalls with a straw hat, was seated in a lawn chair in front of the house. He had a big plastic pumpkin filled with candy bars and a pot of hot cider on a television stand next to his chair. It...

HardtimesChapter 8

“Hey, Burl!” “Hey, Carl,” Burl replied to the bank guard. Carl was in his late fifties trying to hang on until he could retire. He was a fill-in while the regular guard took his lunch hour. Since Burl always stopped by the bank during the lunch hour, he knew Carl better than the regular guard. “I see that it is payday again,” Carl said. The pay envelope was sticking out of Burl’s top pocket. It wasn’t the first he’d seen that day and it wouldn’t be the last. The bank would have a line for...

HardtimesChapter 9

Kat turned off the cd player after the first story on it ended. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The story had reminded her of the day Burl had been shot. She didn’t think she would ever forget that day. It seemed to her that the whole world changed that day. The first she had heard about the shooting had been on the radio while driving home from the diner where she worked as a waitress. The initial story had been about an attempted bank robbery that had been stopped by a mall security guard...

Timestop Supervillain

The world has super heroes now. Whether through radiation, technology, chemicals, or just pure chance, super heroes exist. For some unkown reason, all of them are REALLY sexy ladies. Of course, if there are heroes, there will be villains. All of them are also really sexy ladies as well. Another weird thing, for both heroes and villains, most of their powers work in mysterious ways that always end up with them humiliated. A 22 year old guy from Chicago groggily wakes up to the sound of something...

Playtime in the Park 1

She approaches the parking lot. It's empty. Everybody is down at the beach, partying, dancing, enjoying the warm summer evening. Fortunately it's her last practice for the season and next weekend she won't have to rush this much. She feels little pressure in her tummy. The though of her long drive home once again enters her mind. She walks to the local restrooms.... not noticing a long shadow following her. She enters the restroom. It's a typical park one, not overly clean, with...

PLAYTIME CHAP XIV SURPRISES

At “The Other Pub”, the three present discussed Kelly’s offer. John, his wife Mary, and their good friend James doubted the wisdom of expanding their circle of “friendship”. Not least in their thoughts was the revelation to others that they were sharing more than mere friendship. Much more. Trust was on the line. A new partnership of needs was on the line, and the old partnerships threatened, maybe. Goodwill among a married couple and two new friends slash Toys was a delicate balance...

Playtime Chap XII DOUBTS and Chap XIII JOHN AND HIS WHORE

John asked Mary, “Are we okay now? I mean, we have James and Kelly over here a lot – I was just wondering if they’re more important in our life now, you know, than just you and me?” Her eyes widened and a crease frowned her forehead. “Honey, do you remember what our life was like before we started in with our toys? I mean, our sex life. We really didn’t have much going on then. You just did it when I pushed you, maybe once every three weeks – you know, when it was about tampon time ...

Playtime Stories Ch 11 Carla the Theater Whore a

11. After I was done stage fucking the nice-tiitted dirty-blonde school girl in her thirties, Carla had lined up some more meat for us. She’d been “working” the crowd while I had the blonde bent over on her knees. Carla and I sucked off about three more cocks each before the crowd waned. It was late. Carla offered to take me to her place and although I really wanted to go, I had to make sure I made it to my meeting on time in the morning. I knew it was past three o’clock in the morning. We...

Playtime Stories 24 ndash Whore pt 1

Playtime Stories 24– Whore pt. 1 I returned to the city where I met John in the arcade parking lot and Tiffany and “Pet” in the arcade booths followed by some scorching action at her parent’s townhouse. Though I often came here on business, I always seemed to not know my schedule well enough to plan anything with Tiffany or Peter, or even John. I had always enjoyed myself though. I would get dressed up and go out to meet new friends, and get fucked by them. Sometimes I would use the motel...

Playtime Stories 23 Mistress rsquo Anal Devirginizer

Playtime Stories 23 Mistress’ Anal Devirginizer Mistress Genella told me to clean up and re-paint my face for the session. I darkened my rouge and made the silver on my lids more vibrant. I added more thickness to my dark lashes and re-glossed my dark red lips. I still wore the black leather collar and cincher. My black sheer stockings were still in good shape and my strappy patent leather heels were now clean again. I adjusted my black full-cup Lycra bra and my shoulder length gloves. I...

Playtime Stories 22 ndash Mistress G rsquo s Slave

Playtime Stories 22– Mistress G’s Slave I crashed at the motel and was surprisingly well-rested when I went to work. Once at work I began counting down the minutes till I would submit to Mistress Genella. I’d decided to tell my boss I’d away from the office following up on business. I left at lunch.At half-past one in the afternoon I arrived at the doorbell I was told to ring twice. I was greeted by the driver from the other night and guided upstairs to a changing room. I remitted the...

Playtime Stories 22 ndash Rest Stop Action

Playtime Stories 22– Rest Stop Action I drove into the rest stop and tried to park in the same area I had been in earlier but it was still full. The van that I’d seen earlier was still parked there but all the other cars seemed to have changed in the last hour. I circled around once again and could not find a spot anywhere near the area I needed. The only area that was well lit was the restroom and tourist information area at the middle of the rest stop and the entrance from the highway. I...

Playtime Stories 21 ndash Mistress G

Playtime Stories 21– Mistress GEvery once in a while I need a little discipline. I have a couple of Dominant ladies that I see semi annually. Each offers something the other does not. Mistress Eva is a larger middle-aged divorcee who probably drove her ex-husband away with her needs. She is very controlling and enjoys inflicting some levels of S/M in most of her scenes. She truly enjoys the thrill of making a male slave scream a certain way and forcing him to submit through the use of...

Playtime Stories 17 BBC Afternoon Delight

The second in a short series of stories set in the IE. This one was INTENSE. Enjoy and please comment!Playtime Stories 17 - BBC Afternoon Delight I put a prostate stimulator up my ass and moaned. My dick jumped and I smiled at myself in the mirror and called myself a fucking slut. I jacked myself a few times and nearly came. I wanted to save my orgasm. I had so many possibilities and so many ideas of what to do for the rest of the day and the night. I liked my lips and preened in a...

Playtime Stories 15 ABS Wildlife

As usual, a hot mix of real experiences and fantasy. The part that is fantasy would surprise you- ENJOY and Comment please!!15 Playtime Stories 15 – ABS Wildlife “Just another trip to the arcade” turned into a very memorable time. I was away on business at a convention and very horny. I hadn’t been able to indulge in nearly a month and a half. The first night of the trip I had been fairly lucky for a Wednesday. I had done a lot of cock sucking, but as a guy. Thursday afternoon I still...

Playtime Stories Ch 11 Carla the Theater Whore a

11. After I was done stage fucking the nice-tiitted dirty-blonde school girl in her thirties, Carla had lined up some more meat for us. She’d been “working” the crowd while I had the blonde bent over on her knees. Carla and I sucked off about three more cocks each before the crowd waned. It was late. Carla offered to take me to her place and although I really wanted to go, I had to make sure I made it to my meeting on time in the morning. I knew it was past three o’clock in the morning. ...

Playtime Stories Ch 6 BBC Oreo in a Mo tel

6. A lot of my playtime is at night. I start in the afternoon and get partially dressed in lingerie, heels, and makeup, and start to play around. I watch some porn get on an adult phone sex chatline on the female side and get nasty men and even a few freaky women off over the phone. Almost every time I am on a chatline I meet T-gurl lovers and occasionally I’ll put together a play-date. It’s a little risky, but it is very exciting to have a stranger knock on your door and expect nothing...

Playtime With A Sissy Part 1 How I First Started

Playtime with a Sissy - Part 1 How I first started By Lisa Jade I enjoy dressing men up in sissy clothes. I suppose "enjoy" is not really the right word to use, as for me the experience is very much an absorbing sexual adventure, to which I have now become totally addicted. I know that I get just as much excitement and stimulus from our sessions as my poor sissy does. In fact I usually end up being wetter and in a bigger mess than he is. So let me take you back to when I first...

Playtime with a Sissy Part 2 Brazilain Wax

PLAYTIME WITH A SISSY PART 2 BRAZILIAN WAX BY LISA JADE The day started and ended with a Brazilian waxing. For me that morning, it was a fantastic experienced as I had my first total denuding. Then by late afternoon, it was my poor sissy Kera turn to have his pubic hair waxed and removed, by yours truly. I felt so fresh and clean as I left the beauty salon. Just walked back...

Playtime For Babygirl

I lay in bed completely naked. Slowly rubbing baby oil all over my body, paying special attention to my tits and my pussy. I begin to pull and tease my nipples, my other hand finds my swollen, tender clit, I feel myself slowly pinching and rubbing my clit. As the fever builds, I stop and tie my tits as tight as I can get them. They change to a deep purple. Next, I clip clothes pins on each nipple as I continue to tease my clit, taking my other hand and fingering my pussy and my ass with two...

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Playtime In The Locker Room

I see you when you come in. My attention isn’t even on the door. It is like something, I don’t know, like instinct or intuition that makes me look. It is like the whole place just stops for a moment, just for you.Imagine my surprise when you come out of the ladies' locker room and stroll right towards me, right where I am working out. Yeah, I’m pretty sure you catch me staring a few times as we go along, but each time I notice that you'd noticed, I smile a bit, look you in the eye and give a...

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A guy and his 19 Unstoppable

"So," Yasmen started, "the mighty warrior has finally come up against a power you not only don't understand, but you can't defeat." "Grandmother are you making fun of me? Making light of the problem I am having?" Rashala said a little shocked. Yasmen stopped smiling a moment getting serious, No my dear I am sorry, you have always seemed to be aloof above everything, it is good to finally see you starting to feel." "Feel? I don't understand." Rashala said a confused look on...

Bedtime

It was JasmineBedtime by Dirty Old Pervert ([email protected]) [M/f+, F+/f+, f-self, spanking, teen, slavery, HighSchool, ScFi, Serious] This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the events depicted in this story and actual events is not only unintentional, but also a tad disturbing. This story was inspired by an article I was refered to entitled "Overcoming Masturbation" which was writen in an effort to persuate people that masturbating is evil, and to give people advice...

Stopover

I brought a drink and went and sat at a couch in one of the corners about 5 minutes later this women who I had noticed earlier and not because she was hot but actually the opposite she was a large women about 35 years old, but was wearing a semi-tight black dress and looked kind of sexy for her size. She asked if she could join me on the couch I noticed a few spare ones but could do with the company, sure as I moved to the side a little. She introduced herself as Mary. She asked what I...

Adult Arcade Stopover

I was traveling up the interstate to northern KY one morning a little while back for a conference, and a couple of exits before leaving Tennessee into Kentucky, I stopped at an adult superstore. Being so far away from home, I felt reasonably safe that I would not run into someone I knew. Nevertheless, I was still very nervous. A large billboard with the Ten Commandments erected next door by a local church did not help. Fortunately, there were only a few cars and a couple of semis in the...

Adult Arcade Stopover

I was traveling up the interstate to northern KY one morning a little while back for a conference, and a couple of exits before leaving Tennessee into Kentucky, I stopped at an adult superstore. Being so far away from home, I felt reasonably safe that I would not run into someone I knew. Nevertheless, I was still very nervous. A large billboard with the Ten Commandments erected next door by a local church did not help. Fortunately, there were only a few cars and a couple of semis in the parking...

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OVERTIME

OVERTIME by Dulaney Browne She had no choice. The demands were ridiculous and the pressure intense. She was up against deadlines and there were still discrepancies in the balances. It was her job to find and correct them. The audit would be the end of this week and her boss had been an asshole about the whole mess. There were so many other things she’d rather be doing than working overtime: having fun with her friends, shopping, even curling up with a bowl of...

OVERTIME

OVERTIME by Dulaney Browne She had no choice. The demands were ridiculous and the pressure intense. She was up against deadlines and there were still discrepancies in the balances. It was her job to find and correct them. The audit would be the end of this week and her boss had been an asshole about the whole mess. There were so many other things she’d rather be doing than working overtime: having fun with her friends; shopping; even curling up with a bowl of...

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Overtime at the Office

This is a rough draft of my newest erotic short story - Overtime at the Office. It is a sequel to my first story, A Limo Ride to Remember, which can be read elsewhere on the internet, and continues the relationship between Brittany and Jordan. Hope you like it :)*******************As another day comes to an end, the sounds of the office die down with the setting of the November sun. What normally is the whirring ambience of printers, fax machines, and telephones becomes the usual hallway...

Wartime Peace

Second Lieutenant Adams of the Second Battalion Wiltshire regiment stood by the local RAF office. His uniform was neatly pressed as he waited to meet the Yank pilot he was opening his home to. Greg caressed his right shoulder, the wound he received at Dunkirk wasn't healing well. He shook his head as he thought about his new position in the army during the country's time of need. He was now the liaison officer for the Local Defence Volunteer formations in Wiltshire. He felt slighted that...

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Wartime 2

Medical matters and a deepening involvement with Mundt My work continued despite my involvement with Ilse Mundt. I delivered messages between members of our resistance cell, left messages which I had encoded myself for our radio operator in pre-arranged concealed places. It was vital we knew as little as possible about our colleagues. That way, were we arrested and interrogated we could not reveal other’s identities. It was lonely, always frightening and the temptation to talk, simply to share...

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Wartime Diary

I recently bought a box of old 78 jazz and swing records dating from the 1940s and 50s. As protection the records were seperated mainly by old newspapers, but I also came across what looked like an old school exercise book. I was about to toss it away with the newspapers, but it fell open and I saw that it was some sort of diary. An entry dated Sat. 26th August immediately caught my eye: 'On sofa with Mum. Me naked, she too except for knickers. Much kissing, etc. Sucked her tits, she wanked me....

Wartime Comfort House Diary

Day 1 Thirsty Major Tonkatsu, my officer assistant, came into my office in occupied Shanghai. 'General Tanaka, our troops caught a local girl trying to steal food supplies. She is an orphan hiding in the French Catholic Church. Our officers did not behead her because she is very pretty, shapely and a virgin. So I sent her to the nearest Comfort House, ready for your enjoyment anytime.' 'Good news! I am really bored with the lack of progress in catching the underground spies. I will go...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 2

I walked into Miss Yamaha's room to listen to her progress with the pretty virgin. She bowed as usual but appeared uneasy. 'General Tanaka, she is very scared and really weak. But I've examined her hymen to be intact. She said she had never seen a men and is very afraid. I have to work on her slowly since you want her to be your local wife. I hope that is acceptable.' 'What? I am disappointed in you. I gave you 3 whole days and you want to slow down? You must find a better way!' ...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 3

Instead of wearing her traditional kimono, Miss Yamaha wore western style today. When she bowed as always, I couldn't help but noticed her cleavage from her low cut v-opening blouse. 'General Tanaka, good news. I made great progress. She has come around after I showed her the good life compared to the other servants. I told her she will serve the great General exclusively. I promise her lots of rewards if she learns fast and behaves as you expect. I let her watch how I comforted one of our...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 5

I took my local bride's small soft hand and sat her at the round teak table. Yuko poured us wedding wine. I lifted the silk veil to uncover Cherry. Her makeup really enhanced her lovely face, big brown eyes and her first smile. 'I hope you like her makeup. She has learned to do that for you if you want.' 'Lovely, thank you!' Yuko showed surprise in her smile because I very rarely thanked anyone, other than my superiors of course. I crossed my arm with Cherry's and emptied the cup but...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 6

Throughout the day my thoughts kept coming back to last evening and my new local wife. I was keen to see her progress. Miss Yamaha greeted me warmly at the entrance of the Comfort House. 'General, you will again be comforted by your new local wife in peace. I have rescheduled those violent warriors to other Comfort Houses. Those coming in all received your order of loving tender comfort only. In fact I will schedule this Comfort House accordingly while your bride is here. The servants here...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 7

Today Sir Dick Dickens came to my Shanghai office to negotiate cooperation. He was a tall gentleman full of British pride, the empire where the sun never set. 'I visited London one winter. The grey, wet and cold weather was so miserable.' Miss Yamaha, in a revealing western style long dress, interpreted for me. 'Well you see, General Tanaka, I don't live in London, at least not when it's cold and wet. I've been working many many winters in warm weather, cleaning up the old opium...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 8 Shemale

Dr. Takuchi was a classmate in the military academy. He was responsible for security of the secret 731 laboratory research in northern China. Although this top secret unit was never publicized, as a Commander General, I knew they researched all kinds of biological warfare and tested on the locals. Dr. Takuchi told me when he visited Shanghai last, 'We are mating all kind of animals with local females. Obviously with horse, donkey, Siberian husky, wolf, ape, monkey and then some others we...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 19 Aussie Beauty

A local tailor had to come and alter her dresses every other day, particularly the form fitting Chinese cheongsam. She had to get new ones because only small alterations could be made. I believed she gave the old ones to some lucky servants for safe keeping until they hopefully could leave the Comfort House. They could not wear them here because my warriors would simply tear them apart since they just wanted them naked for penetration soon as they saw these beauties. Cherry had learned just...

Wartime Comfort House Diary Day 7 British Saugage

Maple would orally serviced my balls and soft penis to full erection if Cherry was feeding from her large engorged breasts. Miss Yamaha would service my other sensitive zones such as earlobes, toes and sole since she knew my sensitivities best. I would perform my thrusting exercise with either Yuko or Maple since my thin bride's love channel was still very sore. While Yuko lusted for my thick manhood any which way, I usually penetrated Maple from behind because her sad expression from losing...

Wartime Secret

Mom was in hospice. She'd made it to ninety but wasn't expected to last much longer. Dad died years ago. I visited her every other day after work. We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a three cent postage stamp on it. "Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read: My Dear Lucy, If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was...

Facetime

It was during one of these intense interludes when I noticed my step-daughter standing in a shadow just on the edge of the camera’s view. She was concealed by the dark but I could make out her profile against the wall she was standing by as she looked across the room, over her mother’s back at the monitor that had my image. Sherry was so busy with her fingers between her legs she didn't notice her girl behind her but I knew what JoAnne was seeing; a close up of my hand slow stroking my...

Bedtime Stories

After showering, Lisa put on her new lingerie. She had just bought this little set and liked what she saw in the mirror. Her body was still in good shape at thirty-nine. Yes, she was a little softer in some spots than she had once been, but she knew other women would kill for her for her taut ass and perky boobs. The dark grey girls' shorts were comfortable and sexy at the same time, and the matching balconette bra made her chest a little fuller. A year ago she would never have dressed like...

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Bedtime Stories

After showering, Lisa put on her new lingerie. She had just bought this little set and liked what she saw in the mirror. Her body was still in good shape at thirty-nine. Yes, she was a little softer in some spots than she had once been, but she knew other women would kill for her for her taut ass and perky boobs. The dark grey girls' shorts were comfortable and sexy at the same time, and the matching balconette bra made her chest a little fuller. A year ago she would never have dressed like...

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Bedtime on My 18th Birthday

Bedtime on My 18th Birthdaybybigwomenrule©Growing up in a small village of close families, he behavior of myself and my mother never seemed unusual.I knew we were closer than most as it was just her and I, and we did everything together, more than I did with my own friends.I can unashamedly say that my mother was my best friend.I had my own bedroom, but that was mostly for show, as I spent nearly every night in her bed with her, snuggling and sleeping together.My eighteenth birthday fell on a...

Springtime At The Paradise

In May 1975 I gave my girlfriend Michelle Hanley a tour of my hometown of The Bronx. We were both sophomores at the City College of New York and we had a Wednesday for ourselves. We decided to take her car for the trip back and forth and for part of the excursion within the borough; I would drive because I knew my way around and she could be free for sightseeing. I went out by subway to Long Island City on a sunny morning to meet her around eleven AM.She met me outside her house and I noticed...

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Springtime Holiday in the Rocky Mountains

I just returned from a 7 day holiday in Denver and Estes Park, Colorado. Beautiful scenery but pretty funky weather. Afternoons were pleasantly warm with the direct sunshine but then it would just as well cloud up, get cold, and snow a foot or two…..We drove all the way out there and back again. All in all it was about 2000 miles, with all the side trips and so forth. One of my girl friends and I made the trip together. We drove out there and back again. She is a very sexy 30 year old blond...

Springtime in Paris

After my first year of university, I visited Paris in early May to take in the sights. One particular day is very memorable.I visited Montmarte and Sacré-Cœur and then I wandered along to Place Pigalle, the “red light” district.In front of one of the sex clubs, an older, grandmotherly lady with curly grey hair approached me and asked, “Would you like to look? It’s free.”I hesitated for a moment, but thought to myself, “Why not?” and followed her inside. She led me up some stairs and said, “It’s...

Springtime Holiday in the Rocky Mountains

I just returned from a 7 day holiday in Denver and Estes Park, Colorado. Beautiful scenery but pretty funky weather. Afternoons were pleasantly warm with the direct sunshine but then it would just as well cloud up, get cold, and snow a foot or two.....We drove all the way out there and back again. All in all it was about 2000 miles, with all the side trips and so forth.One of my girl friends and I made the trip together. We drove out there and back again. She is a very sexy 30 year old blond...

Lunchtime sailing

I know that I have a very deviant side to me that lacks a moral compass. Maybe someday I will have to see someone about that. Being that it's summer and boating season is upon us, I am a much happier camper. Even better when days at work become slow and I can sneak away from work to do a little lunchtime sailing. It happened to be one of those days that contributed to this situation. I am still not sure how I get myself in to certain situations. I know that I have a very deviant side...

Lunchtime Shenanigans

I used to work in customer service, as a counter clerk at a very busy establishment. As a fun and friendly gal, I quickly became popular with the customers. As the only shameless yet still professional flirt in the place, I came to acquire my own clientele, of sorts. So, although it was a shit job, I usually had lots of fun. For a time, I had to work a split shift, and I usually had a two or three hour (unpaid, of course) lunch. It wasn't so bad, because I lived in town, so I could go home if I...

Lunchtime Confessions

Lunchtime Confessions It was a very romantic letter. When retrieving money from her purse, Hayley had found it beside her wallet. Her friend, Denise, asked, "What's got you so excited?" Hayley had met Denise only several weeks earlier. Hayley had recently begun working free-lance for a small consulting company doing presentation graphics. As a freelancer, she took whatever computer space was available, and it had turned out to be in Denise's office. As soon as she had entered Denise's...

The Stopwatch

The alarm rings, rousing you up for school. You wake up, grouchily stumbling to the bathroom. You wash your your face, and walk back to your bedroom. Then, as your eyes adjust, you see a strange parcel on your table. You open it, a silver watch rests inside. You read the paper tied to it. "Dear, Timestopper. The Device you hold in your hands allows you to stop time. Press on the screen to stop time and again to resume time. Have Fun. -Sinr Corporation. You look at the watch, then clasp the...

Halftime Delight

I'm layed on my tummy on the living room floor, colouring in my book. paci in my mouth wearing a little skirt, a t-shirt that reads "I ❤️ daddy", pastel pink panties and socks that go to my knees. Daddy's sat on the sofa watching the game on TV, during half time I push myself up to my knees and turn around to show daddy my picture."That looks brilliant little one well-done""Thank you daddy" I coo as I lay back down to colour some more Daddy looks down at me, able to see right up my skirt. "Why...

Halftime delight

OK guy's and girls, this is a story from my "little" there is a video on my page if you are interested.We are going to start uploading stories pictures videos.I'm layed on my tummy on the living room floor, colouring in my book. paci in my mouth wearing a little skirt, a t-shirt that reads "I ❤️ daddy", pastel pink panties and socks that go to my knees. Daddy's sat on the sofa watching the game on TV, during half time I push myself up to my knees and turn around to show daddy my picture."That...

Showtime Sabotage

So this is something I've been working on over some time now, with friends or just on my own. Curiosity has made me edit them into this format to see if others have other ideas for the various situations. With that said let me give you the rundown. My character, Skylar Bloodrose, is a female anthropomorphic fennec fox with a twist. Her tail isn't the usual fox design, instead it's a fragmented collection of crystal like shards bound together by an otherworldly energy, defying physics yet moving...

Showtime

You arrive into the darkened theatre on your own. You've told your husband about this movie he would never go to see, so you booked your ticket and off you went in a nice summery dress. You find your seat as do others and the trailers play. You barely give them a glance, as you keep looking at the people coming in - especially lone men. Your heartbeat is thudding in your chest, and your panties start misting through, with excitement, anticipation, perhaps a little doubt. At last you see a man...

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showtime

the lights dimmed and the curtains opened. a midget walked onto the stage holding a dog chain and dragging two fat ladies. they were mother and daughter.both were very very fat (sbbw). the daughter was strapped into a chair and the dildo of a sybian slpped into her pussy. her mother was shackled to an XFRAME and then lowered in the horizontal position. both were naked and their rolls of fat were wobbling as they were placed into position. the Mandingos came on stage and surrounded mother and...

Showtime Part 2

ent. What would it be today? He could suck them both off, that would be nice - and then they could suck him off. He was partial to a double-header from a pair of good looking boys. But no, he decided. He'd fuck them today. They always made such lovely little noises when he fucked them. "I've come up with a special idea for today," he said, "There's some nylon stockings and a couple of ladies garter belts over by the window. Let's see what you look like wearing 'em." Both youngsters...

Showtime Part 4

sweeping up and down while you give them a naughty come-and-get-me look, and hoping they're carrying a strap-on in their handbags." She grasped his hair and hauled his head back. "You may finish off now. Take hold of your prick and jerk-off whilst I kiss you. Just be careful not to squirt any of your messy gooies onto my skirt." At last allowed the freedom to touch himself he set to, holding his swollen erection in the full ringing of a hand he pounded himself enthusiastically, and a...

Showtime Part 6

rverts, that's what you are. You're vile creatures, so you must be punished. Veronica and I are going to spank both of you." Veronica was as amazed as much as the sissies were horrified. "Are you sure about doing that?" she whispered. "Of course," Sophie affirmed quietly, "I'm not knew to this kind of thing, y'know. When daddy makes a mistake with his work he often asks me to cane his bare bottom. Some of his friends - his business partners - they like me to do it to them too. Men...

Showtime Part 7

y an aperture through which jutted a generously proportioned rubber cock. Annalisa was of course violently taken aback, and for just a moment she stood stock-still. Then she exploded. "What the fuck...!" Her eyes became slits between clenched furrowed brows and reddened cheeks, and they glowered with righteous anger. "You! The girl from the slum - what have you been up to with Freddie? What have you been doing to my son, you filthy, unholy cow?" Jennifer started, but although...

Showtime Part 8

right mind could agreed to such a foul arrangement. To sacrifice her own son to the evil vice of depraved men! It was unthinkable. But were most selfish women turn out to have a soft-centre of some kind, some weakness for a pet dog or a budgerigar, she had none. Within seconds Old Man Avarice climbed back into the driving seat and her selfishness once more came to the fore. The stakes were too high to throw down a straight refusal. She glanced at Freddie standing self-consciously...

Showtime Part 9

she sets her lawyers on you." Bertie Bestable's expression became mutinous. "That worn-out old showgirl! You've no proof about anything you've said and she'll never believe you." Jennifer fixed him with a glare that could have dissolved concrete. "Maybe, maybe not. But she'll believe Madame Dupont. She and Madame have struck up rather a close friendship lately - affinity with the theatre and all that, kindred spirits as it were - she trusts her word implicitly, and when she...

Showtime

Breath. Stay calm. That thought ran through both Doug and Judi's minds as she approached their front door. He was wedged familiarly in his favorite spot on the couch. That and the sound of the latch being turned were about the only things that were familiar to either of them. He heard her step in onto the landing with the hollow, woody click-clock of her black leather calf-length leather boots. Size 7, purchased, on sale, by him for her two Christmases ago, for an exorbitant sum, by his...

Overtime at the office

DISCLAIMER: I did not write this, i am merely re-posting this for the purpose of preserving it for myself and for others to enjoy it as i have many many years ago when i first read it. who ever wrote this deserves all the praise for their great work.I am sorry i was not able to write down the authors name i only saved the story because i found it to be great and now i hope others will appreciate it aswell.Overtime At The OfficeGetting to her feet, Jo stretched again and walked over to the...

Overtime

(MM, reluc, 1st-gay-expr, work)I'm not really gay. By that I mean that if given a choice I would always choose a woman's cunt over a man's anus, hands down. But the event I'm about to describe wasn't about choice, or if I had one I didn't resist all that much.It all started on Saturday; I was an inventory clerk for Wal-Mart during their growth spurt in the 80's and I found that I was always having to work overtime on Saturdays because we could never seem to get the job done during the week.I...

Overtime at the Office

This is a rough draft of my latest erotic short story. It is a sequel to my first story, A Limo Ride to Remember, which can be read on Literotica, and continues the relationship between Brittany and Jordan, one year later. I will upload the final draft on Literotica.********As another day comes to an end, the sounds of the office die down with the setting of the November sun. What normally is the whirring ambience of printers, fax machines, and telephones becomes the usual hallway chatter of...

Overtime

I used to work at a major chain bookstore in California about two years ago. I pretty much liked all of my coworkers, but there was one in particular that I really enjoyed being around. She was our H.R. manager, and her name was Kristina. She was a stunner. Long, thick, curly black hair, Gray eyes, full, red lips, and a lush, hourglass figure that kept me awake at night. She stood about 5'6" and carried around 215 pounds. She was out of a Ruebens masterpiece. Big, full 48DD breasts, with...

Timely Discipline

Ken Danager, the wonder boy of Bowman Advertising was late again. At twenty-four, despite his chronic lateness, he was the youngest Account Manager in company history. His imagination and his ability to turn his ideas into art enabled him to rise quickly. However. he had no excuse for being late.The meeting at Taggart International had been on his schedule for two weeks, and nothing had happened this morning to account for his tardiness. His boss, Peter Keating, had counseled him more than once...

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Summertime Stress Relief

'No,' I thought to myself. 'That’s not what I just saw.'You know that feeling when you think you saw something, but you really didn’t?That’s what I thought for a split second. Let me explain…Although I have a large yard for Ranger, my golden retriever, to play in, he still enjoys a walk around the block every evening around dusk. Ranger is more “retriever” and less “golden,” but is a happy, well-behaved guy about eighteen months old.It was last Wednesday when Ranger and I were out for our...

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Summertime in the country

I parked the car and grabbed my bags before walking up to the porch. The door opened suddenly! The face of my lovely niece peaking up at me with a smile that brightens up your day. Her blond hair tied back in a pony tail her glasses slightly eskew from running to open the door before her mother—competition was a big thing in our family. She threw the door back and jumped at me forcing me to drop my bags, "Uncle Rick!" She screamed. "Cassy! Its been so long and you've gotten so big!" I...

Summertime Part 1

James always worked as a lifeguard in the summer when he wasn’t in school. He had done so his last few years of high school, now into his first couple years of college. Waiting tables never appealed to him, neither did landscape work. Next summer he would likely need to find an internship, but this year it was back to the pool again. His hometown was small compared to the city where he went to college, and there were only a handful of public pools to pick from. But he knew the owner of...

Summertime

Cynthia was pulled out of her dream around six in the morning. Her husband stumbled out of bed and as usual that included a lot of noise. The quiet part was slipping out of bed, but being half asleep and dragging his 230 pounds to the bathroom, while he tried to gather his clothes without turning on the light, was the noisy part. She pretended to be asleep when he stumbled to the bedroom door. Cynthia knew that Mark was trying to be quiet and she just played along, but if she was honest she...

Summertime Gina and Sean

The first thing I do when I get back home from work is take my dog out. I put the leash on her, walk out the backdoor and start my daily round. It’s not a very big round. Big enough for her to do her business and to get some exercise, while I just want to go home, eat and relax after a day at the office. I just moved to this apartment complex. After my girlfriend and I broke up, I needed to have something and this was the first one I saw that I could afford. It’s not a bad place, the...

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