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Earlier this summer I met up with some old friends, Sue and Anthony, staying at their holiday house. They brought their 18 year old son along, who I hadn't seen for a few summers. It shocked me. Suddenly Callum was a typical grumpy teenager, about to leave school and not sure what to do, talking about a gap year but not really sure. Sue asked me if I could have a chat with him and said that Callum had always looked up to me. I wasn't sure, I used to speak to Callum a lot when he was a young boy...

Workman Chapter 2

"Yes," the housewife said, "Would you like one?" She handed him the coffe and leaned back against the doorway. She wore capris and a modest short-sleeved button-down blouse. He had on his dirty jeans and t-shirt which clung to his tight, muscular torso; he was not your average plumber. Just then the doorbell rang. "That'll be him now," the workman said, and she went to answer the door. While she was gone he pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and emptied the contents into...

Callie

Callie by Mya Fantasy Story Description This is the story of a single mom named Diane who has a 15-year-old son named Calvin, who tells his mother that he believes he is actually a girl and all he wants to do is wear a French maid uniform. This is a fast-moving, G-rated story about a year in the life of a 15- year-old transgirl, the year she came out to her Mother, who fully supports her from the very beginning. This is an uplifting story, but with a few of my own...

Welcome To The Nieghbour Hood Cally

New Jersey-2006well it was around spring when Cally arrived.i was just walking shop when i saw a moving van next to my house,there was a brunette girl who looked around my age,long brown hair,curves to die for,and bright blue eyes.i went over to introduce myself i asked her how old she was and i was right she was 16after a while her mother asked her to go shop so we both went.on our way back she asked me what school i attend.it turns out she attending there next weekso i said i will knock on...

Catherine and Callie

I met Catherine when I was 16 and she was 14. She had a high school crush on me, a shy, skinny boy who she had seen playing basketball in her neighborhood park. We were introduced by a mutual friend, and spent a few hours that first day just talking on the swings, until her mother called her in for dinner. Catherine was a beautiful girl, with deep brown eyes, dark brown hair, and an hourglass figure even at her tender age. Though we dated for a few months, we never went farther than kissing...

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A Well Lived Life Book 9 AnalaChapter 75 Callie

November, 1984, Chicago, Illinois The last days of November went by quickly. I didn’t say anything to anyone about the meeting; only Bethany knew that Scott had called me. Kara and Sofia both joined me for karate on Monday night, though they were in a beginner’s class taught by one of the two black belts who studied under Sensei Jim. I found Jorge after my accounting class and he was pretty resolute that he was happy being with George and that Cindi had been fun, but he knew it couldn’t...

KittyChapter 5 Sally McCall

It had not been my intention to see Janet and Berry off. I didn't think I could bear to see them leave. But as the hour of their departure approached, Ruth must have seen me keeping an eye on the clock. At first, I declined her offer to let me take a few minutes off. I argued that it was the middle of our rush hour. She whispered something to Ben, and he ordered me to get out of his kitchen, adding that he was concerned that in my present state of mind, I was an accident waiting to...

Patchwork People Chapter II The Good Man Hard to Find

II. The good man hard to find. Marcia was soaping the morning coffee carafes in the back room when she heard the jangle of the bells and Walt's cheery "hello." She smiled as she continued to scrub away at the indestructible orange ring at the bottom of the pot, listening to the flirtatious interplay between Walt and Grace, as regular and satisfying as a ritual. At last, Marcia dried her hands on the dish towel. She poked her head around the corner to say "hi." "Hey there," Walt...

Fingering Renae Publically

When asked what he wanted, Valen held Sue's eyes, asked for Sex in the Driveway, and chuckled. She grinned the whole time she prepared it. He took a deep sip of his drink while lingering, staring into my wife's beautiful blue eyes. "Didn't you get enough of my wife when her sister was here?" I teased. "I enjoyed both their lovely naked bodies then, as they each enjoyed playing with my cock. I confess, I've been hoping for a rematch. Is Lois coming back soon?" He leered at Sue as he...

Clockwork Caroline

Steam was King! Steam was clean, the cheap power to the masses. From the end of the nineteenth century to the end of the twentieth century, steam drove everything. And in that time, inventions were all powered by steam.Big and small, steam was there, the driving force of all industry. And along with steam came the fashions of the time, heavy calico shirts, and dresses, corsets, and trusses for the bodies, hobnail boots, and woollen stockings, all were there. And controlling it all was the vast...

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GENTLEMEN’S CLUB RENDEVOUZNOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY IT IS FICTIONOne day, I woke up from a sexy dream and said to myself there is something that I want to do out the ordinary that no one would have never thought that I would never do. That fantasy is to visit a high-end gentlemen’s club in mid-downtown DC‘s business district. I have always been this ‘good girl’ always expect to do the right thing and follow the rules. Some say that I am somewhat prudish and on a conservative side. I want to...

Patchwork Knight

Author’s Notes: ‘Patchwork Knight’ is set in the Sweet Dreams universe, but is otherwise a standalone story. *** ‘Patchwork Knight’ *** Does everyone remember their first crush with such clarity? Forgetting his is impossible, and if he were honest with himself, he would acknowledge that she is the standard by which every other woman that he has admired or dated is judged, and has found them lacking. He knew that he was not the only one who fell in love with her in those glory days of high...

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Introduction: This is about Jordan and me, we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night alone in a tent! WARNING: SERIOUSLY SEXY! ???? Hay, If youve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My names Josh, Im an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it...

Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths Anvil

Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths AnvilThis happened way back in the very late eighties, I worked one season for the silage contractor before getting a full time job in a quarry. I worked my way up to being a mobile plant fitter. The only time the quarry was quite was a Saturday lunch time when the men that was working the full day got together and we had our bait together, we would have a laugh and take the piss out of each other.One Saturday I told the men about a dream I had about one...

Coworker fucks my gf and then

I've been having gay sex with my coworker, we both have gfs but love gay sex, and thought that would be the only affair we'd ever have, but we would be in for another twist. One day while hanging out he ended up telling me that something recently happened. I asked him what it was and to cut to the chase. He said that my gf had been messaging him and that eventually she started flirting with him. He told me he felt like she was definitely coming onto him. I told him it really didn't bother me....

Workplace Standards

Workplace Standards By Monsta I awoke to the slight shaking of the bed. I groggily looked at the alarm clock through my blurry sleep crusted eyes and saw it was 3:12am. After waking up a bit more and getting my bearings about me I realized the bed's motion was the result of my wife Ellen masturbating. I lay in bed motionless, pretending to be asleep. If she knew I was awake she might try to involve me, and at 3:13am I just wanted to sleep. My wife's sex drive was way higher than...

Workshop Cool Off

No one really cared who was giving the workshop instructions. All they knew is that it was some gal and that she had prepared a few hours of instructions and slides and a film to watch and they didn’t really want to be there all day. The table she sat at on the stage was about 8’ long, just like one of those banquet tables that fold up. Covering it was a black velvet type material with pleated sides and a nice smooth top. On the front of it was a sign that described the workshop itinerary....

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Workman gets seduced by seymour clevage

Sarah hated the Monday morning rush. she'd woke up late again dropped the k**s of at school done the shopping and just wanted 5 minutes to chill. it was now 10.45am and the gasman was due at 11. what to wear? she thought. Sarah was in her late 20's size ten figure. pert tits legs to die for and a nice tight arse. She went for the short skirt blouse knee high socks look with her hair in pig tails not out to impress or anything. The door rang dead on 11. " 1 minute!" as she called out the bedroom...

EvilAngel Sarah Vandella Adorable Blonde Gapes Graphically

Spunky blonde slut Sarah Vandella looks sensational in sheer lingerie and stylish high heels. She flaunts her pre-plugged sphincter for director Mike Adriano, who welcomes the cock-hungry babe with an anal tongue fuck. The adorable girl displays her perky tits during an intense blow jog, slobbering over Mike’s thick shaft and deeply rimming his ass! Sarah spanks her pussy and fondles her furry bush amid a boisterous butt fuck; sucks cock ass-to-mouth and her bunghole gapes graphically....

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My first encouter with a superb hijabi whore calle

It was a sunday morning in an early september when I was bored to death and I had to find a good slut to empty my balls that I had full! So I decided to go to the park in the hope of finding what I was looking for. Once there, I immediately noticed a pretty little whore, well dressed and wearing a veil over her head. I must admit that this kind of chick has always excited me. I arranged to sit on the same bench as her and looked at her insistently... She was beautiful with her veil and you...

Loosening Up Book 3 GrowthChapter 5 Higher Callings

As Dave walked into his own home, his phone announced that he had a text. He picked up the phone off the kitchen counter, and opened his messaging app. In glorious color, with perfect lighting, a photo graced the screen just the way Alice had sent it. The picture showed two side-by-side naked female torsos from neck to pussy, each with a cock about halfway inserted into the wet vaginas. Dave laughed aloud. This was the promised ‘retribution’ for when he went to Sedona and had sex with seven...

Workplace Standards 2

Workplace Standards 2 By Monsta My wife Ellen and I were having a bit of an argument. Nothing serious, just one of those grocery store arguments long term couples tend to get into. Ellen wanted to get the "organic" milk, whereas I thought paying an extra $2 per gallon for milk was silly. Ellen seemed to get offended that I didn't "respect her opinion" and, well, bickering ensued. Unfortunately, we were right in the middle of that bickering when we rounded the corner and I ran into a...

Coworker was a sexual suprise

Unfortunate for me, my first wife was a bit monogamously challenged. I knew she was a DTF girl before we married, in fact, that was some of the attraction, but after finding evidence of infidelity a few times, I drew a line in the sand that unfortunately she crossed. The thing with her, is that alcohol always lowered her inhibitions quickly and made her extremely horny. She told me stories about being drunk and fucking multiple guys after a party, multiple one night stands, sucking off two...

The Mystery Caller

My childhood friend Stoney was also recently divorced. Together we hit every singles bar in Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island, and most in Manhattan. We'd arrive together but almost every night, we'd leave separately. In the heart of winter, Stoney decided to have a Valentine's Day Party at his house and invite only the best-looking women we could find. The night of the party, I put on my sharp black Armani suit, loaded up with flowers, grabbed a bottle of champagne, and drove across...

Workmates aged 14 and 16 end up working on each other alone in a tent HOT

If you’ve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My name’s Josh, I’m an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it (if you can last!) This one is about Jordan and me; we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night! This was actually my most...

Patchwork People IV The Big Fat Middle of Nothing

IV. The big fat middle of nothing. Outside the bus window the night was something solid and impenetrable, not a star to be seen, only an occasional porch light burning on some farmhouse miles in the distance. For hours now they'd been passing through endless blind tracts of dark country, where shockingly few people lived, but Phoebe could still feel the cows out there in the night, watching, chewing, uncomprehending. Cows, cows, and more cows, that was her impression of the great...

Patchwork People V The Diner on Memory Lane

V. The diner on memory lane. The last time Marcia had spoken to anyone in her family it was to her brother Matt. That would be winter five years ago. They met in a 24-hour diner by the side of a highway in Metuchen, New Jersey. Pointedly, it was a restaurant Matt had never visited and no doubt never intended to visit again. Through a series of emails and two brief phone calls, she had explained the general situation and Matt's reaction had grudgingly advanced from "this has got to be...

Patchwork People VI The perfect pie crust

VI. The perfect pie crust. The windows were dark, covered with condensation. Inside, at the kitchen table, Marcia pressed the heel of her hand against the back of the santoku knife and cleaved the apple in half. Fuji, this time. There were five other apples prepared on the cutting board, skinned an unearthly greenish-white, already tarnishing. She was making an apple pie for the Blue Cat. "I still don't understand," Grace had said. "What you've got against birthdays. What's so...

Patchwork People VII A Bicycle Built for Two

VII. A bicycle built for two. Everyman's Cycles looked like a bicycle field hospital. Wherever you looked bicycles, or parts of bicycles, stood, leaned, or lay in various states of distress, awaiting Walt's attention. He'd get to each of them, eventually, in his methodical, patient way. Walt took in stray bicycles the way crazy old ladies collected cats. Most of them were rescues. Bicycles he found abandoned in fields, weeds growing through their spokes. Or locked for months to streets...

Patchwork People VIII Snowballs in paradise

VIII. Snowballs in paradise. Grace was unpacking a snow-globe collection from all fifty states that Mavis Pritchard had brought into the shop the day before. "Look at this," she said, holding one up with a hula girl and a palm tree inside. "There's even one from Hawaii. "Hmph. Snow in Hawaii. Who would imagine something like that?" "Someone who'd never been to Hawaii?" Marcia suggested. Grace turned the globe over. "Made in China. Well that explains it, I guess." She gave it...

Patchwork People IX The momster

IX. The momster. Her whole life Phoebe's biggest fear was that her Mom would die suddenly and without warning. Even as a little girl, she was kept awake with nightmares that seemed to foretell his horrible event in detail. She remembered anxiously watching her mom sleep, afraid that she might stop breathing, nudging her awake just in case. How cranky she would be! "What!" she'd bark, snorting and spluttering. "What's the matter with you? What time is it? Why aren't you in bed?" It...

Patchwork People X The amoeba life

X. The amoeba life. In the stories of people she admired, there was always a defining moment, a dramatic event that summed up their lives to a critical point and provided the pivot for a new life to come. Marcia would like to have had a similar "defining moment" in her life, but it struck her that her life not only lacked a defining moment, but that it really didn't have any definition at all. It was a more amorphous thing, her life; if it advanced, and that was often in doubt, it...

Patchwork People XI A ghost and a riddle

XI. A ghost and a riddle. Night again. Bus travel made her sleepy, but only during the day it seemed. She traveled through the night hours wide awake. Phoebe could see her reflection like a ghost super-imposed over all that limitless darkness. She felt like a ghost, too, like something not quite real, a figment of someone's imagination. But who's? She was a ghost floating across the countryside to haunt a person who'd run as far away from her as possible. What brought her back...

Patchwork People XII Mirror mirror

XII. Mirror, Mirror. The woman framed in the glass wore a flower-print silk skirt, a white blouse, and a light black sweater cinched tight above the waist. It was the sixth outfit she'd considered that morning, not counting the dozen or so she'd tried on mentally, rejecting them one after the other with a shudder of second-guess horror before they even made it out of the closet. "What do you think about this? Too frumpy, right?" Walt was sprawled on top of the bed, head propped on...

Patchwork People XIII Lame Burger

XIII. Lame burger. The bus that was supposed to bring Phoebe to Hope Crossing came and went with no Phoebe on it. Only a handful of passengers disembarked from the coach. A tall, elderly, stoop-shouldered man with a sharp-featured face descended first. He took a quick glace around, readjusted his grip on a battered suitcase, and trudged up the street. He was followed by a stout, middle-aged black woman in a church-lady pantsuit. Behind her were two children, chattering, bickering,...

Patchwork People XIV Gimme Shelter

XIV. Gimme shelter. "You live in a garage?" They were standing on the little concrete square outside the front door, staring up together at a tidy two story structure that, modifications notwithstanding, still, in fact, looked very much like a garage. "Well, it's not exactly a garage. Actually, It's a converted carriage house. I'm just renting. The woman I work for owns it. She lives in the main house across the garden." "A carriage house? What's that?" "It's where they used...

Patchwork People XV Breakfast Club

XV. Breakfast club. Sunlight poured through the checkered curtains of the kitchen window. The sliced bananas and butter were simmering on the stovetop. Marcia added to them spices she'd already toasted--cinnamon, nutmeg, clove. Together they filled the carriage house like incense. This was the Church of Home and she was performing the celebration of Good Morning. She measured out a half-cup of white flour and poured it into the mixing bowl. In another bowl she whisked three eggs, a...

Patchwork People XVI Buried Secrets

XVI. Buried Secrets. First thing I do on that first day is I take a detour through town to check out this totally demented store where Marcia mentioned she has a job. What kind of a job, I can't quite imagine. From what I can tell, it sounds like something super low-ambition, some not-trying-too-hard menial position that can't possibly pay very much. Given my main reason for showing up here in Hope Crossing, that doesn't bode well for the future of yours truly. You can imagine my...

Patchwork People XVII Hell s Angel

XVII. Hell's Angel Walt was in the workroom of his shop when she called. He was putting new brake cables on a Rivendell Sam Hillborne. He was customizing the bike for one of his more well-heeled patrons, a dentist who fancied himself a cycling aficionado. He was the kind of guy who outfitted himself like he was racing in the Tour de France just to tool his way through the park. He always bought the very latest, most cutting-edge gear. Everything high-tech and top of the line. But he spent...

Patchwork People XVIII Beauty and the Beast

XVIII. Beauty and the beast. So I finally got to meet the boyfriend. Surreal! He was one of those big, burly, biker-types. His arms (and who knows what else) covered in tats, the seriouso kind. I'll bet anything some of them are prison tattoos. Long gray hair tied back in a grizzled ponytail. Grizzled beard, too. He was exactly the kind of guy that every dad shudders to imagine his daughter will bring home one day. And here my dad was bringing him home to me! See what I mean by...

Patchwork People XIX First draft people

XIX. First draft people. An occasional bat flickered across the stars overhead. The gardenias and hibiscus had long drawn in their petal- awnings. Across the lawn, the hunched bushes looked like a queue of black-robed monks marching back to their monastery. And in the middle distance, fireflies marked a secondary night-sky of transitory constellations in what might have been an even more unpredictable universe than the one we find ourselves inhabiting, one that blinks in an out of...

Patchwork People XX Glass Houses

XX. Glass houses. To the sadly uninitiated, a bicycle is simply a convenient means of transportation, low-tech, eco-friendly, inexpensive, ultra-democratic. For the fitness conscious, it's a superior form of practical exercise: you could get your aerobic workout and run errands at the same time. For others, the bicycle endures as the conveyance of childhood memories--tricycle, Big Wheels, training wheels, scraped knees and paper routes. However to someone like Walt, a bicycle was all...

Patchwork People XXI Full Xanax moments

XXI. Full Xanax moments. Her heart skipped a beat before her brain was fully conscious of the reason. There'd been a total communications blackout between them of several years running but Marcia recognized Claire's old email address immediately. She remembered, too, clicking open the message, the standard post-divorce tone of Claire's emails: terse, authoritative, and demanding. Then, as now, Claire communicated with Marcia as she would with a subordinate whose compliance was taken...

Patchwork People XXII The x factor

XXII. The x factor. It was a strange council they made that evening sitting on Grace's porch. Walt and Marcia, Claire, and, of course, Grace herself, puttering about busily, trying to make everyone comfortable. It brought to mind those old photographs of Yalta, where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill posed with forced congeniality for the camera, the most unlikely and unnatural of allies, each of them knowing full well that their cooperation was only temporary. That the moment the...

Patchwork People XXIII Strange Geography

XXIII. Strange geography. They really should teach more geography at school, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, I've got to get to New Mexico, but I'm not even sure where it is. In the Southwest, somewheres, which is good enough to say, if you're living two thousand miles away in New Jersey and have no intention of ever actually going there. I don't even know if it comes before or after Arizona. I'm in Oklahoma now, a really godawful place from what I can see of it, which isn't...

Patchwork People XXIV Cactus Country

XXIV. Cactus country. The day was cool and clear. An auspicious day for new beginnings. The cloudless sky stretched tight, a blue tarpaulin snapped to the horizon. It was almost enough to give Marcia a feeling of hope. Between all the preparations, hastily made as they'd been, throwing together a pair of travel bags, gassing up the truck, collecting maps and whatnot, they were on the road a little later than they'd planned. Traveling south on I-640, traffic was still light but picked...

Patchwork People XXV Who s Your Daddy

XXV. Who's your daddy? When they asked me at the hospital who my parents were, who my emergency contact was, I guess you can say that I kind of panicked. They were making it pretty clear they weren't going to let me out of here on my own, no way, so I had to come up with someone. Who could I finger for the honor? Mom was out of the question, at this point, and once Marcia found out that I'd lied and basically stolen her money, which I'm sure she must have realized by now, she wasn't...

Patchwork People XXVI The great escape

XXVI. The great escape. One could imagine a thousand things going wrong, but there was no hitch at the hospital. Their quickly improvised charade worked like a charm. Walt's performance as Phoebe's concerned but understandably angry father was spot-on. Marcia, in her supporting role as distraught mom, hadn't had to act at all. There were the usual papers and forms to sign, a brief interview with a representative from the Chupadero police department and another with a representative...

Patchwork People XXVII Just south of normal

XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...

Patchwork People XXVIII Departures

XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...

Patchwork People XXIX When cows fly

XXIX. When cows fly. There are no cows outside the window at thirty thousand feet, no oil drills, no billboards, no fast food chain restaurants either. Nothing but space, space, and more space. You always expect to see things clearer on the way back from a journey. I'm not sure if anything is really different than it was before, but I do see it differently, and maybe that makes all the difference. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing...

Patchwork People XXX Book of Changes

XXX. Book of changes. One morning Marcia came into the Blue Cat and found Grace packing up the snow-globe collection. She carefully wrapped each plastic globe in newspaper before nesting it inside a box beside the others. "What happened? Did Mrs. Pritchard have second-thoughts about selling?" Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me you got a taker for the entire collection?" "Neither, I'm afraid," Grace said. Marcia began setting out that morning's baked selections....

Patchwork People XXXI The wisdom of ghosts

XXXI. The wisdom of ghosts. Edgar Birdwell was an awful poet. There was just no two ways around it. It wasn't only that his language was stilted and clunky, antiquated even in his own day, or that his themes were self-censored, disguised in tortured euphemisms to the point of utter obscurity. He was simply a bad writer. There was a good reason he was self-published. Who else would? Birdwell had an ear with more tin in it than a can. Marcia's fantasy, ex- graduate student of...

Patchwork People XXXII Welcome Home

XXXII. Welcome home. Autumn was now more than just a hint of wood-smoke in the nippy air of a summer evening. The trees had turned and the leaves were in free-fall. In the night sky, the constellations had subtly shifted position. The stars were sharper. The frogs and crickets had grown quieter. "Good evening ladies." Walt waved to them as he cruised passed the porch on the tandem. He was showing up all over town lately riding solo on that bicycle. He was becoming famous for it....

Teamwork

Do you want to know a secret? I’m crazy about you. Of course I won’t actually say the words to you, but I’ll show you because it’s easier for me. Look at me. Look at my face when you smile at me, doesn’t it tell you everything that I won’t. Feel my fingertips on your arm as you drift into a sleep, they’ll continue to stroke you long after you’ve lost awareness and when I eventually fall asleep pressed up against your warmth, I’ll have a contented smile as I dream of you, as I dream that...

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Two Callers

As I raised it, she reached for my belt and began to unbuckle it. I moved to oblige the effort and quickly wriggled out of them. My half hard cock lay turned to the left and growing by the second. She immediately took it in her hand and stood it up, giving it a long, wet, lollipop lick from the base of my balls all the way to the tip. That was enough to stimulate a total hard on, which she wasted no time engulfing in her mouth. She had waited all afternoon to do this and had obviously...

Two Callers

Introduction: She set the whole thing up… She had set the whole thing up. It was one of those, strengthen the marriage type of antics that I was lucky enough to be the recipient of. I knew something was up as soon as I opened the door from the garage into the house. The kids were nowhere to be found, and she was dressed in my favorite outfit&hellip,old blue jeans and a white, bra-less t-shirt. She greeted me with a warm, wet kiss and tasted like what she had in her right hand, a cool, crisp,...

The Kennedys 3 5 The Doctor Makes Housecalls

But there was something missing, eventually I had to do something about it. I sent a text, just "?" to Kennedy. It wasn't too long before a terse reply came, "You want something?" I thought that was obvious, "Yes." Kennedy's next reply cut to the heart of the matter, "Doesn't the slut do that for you?" Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her "the slut," the feeling seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her "The Bitch" (on the rare occasions they acknowledged each...

The Janitor Extra 1 Part 2 Dirty House Call

It was time for another dirty house call. He hoped that mother and daughter, Deb and Claire, were ready because today he was fired up. The ladies at the office were good, but he found his new experiances outside just as enjoyable, and he wanted more of it. Not only was it good practice, but he simply enjoyed how he could manipulate every day persons like them, the sense of power and mental dominance like a drug to him now. He simply couldnt get enough. As he entered the apartment, he...

The Janitor Extra 1 Dirty House Call

Today was a boring day. His powers were working well and ever since day one, had developed into something that he was familiar and adept at, if artistically skilled. Using it has become every day life, helped him in so many ways. For one, he no longer had to pay for a lot of things as he made some of his payments almost literally disappear. Groceries, electronics, services, even taxi fares. He no longer had to cue over insanely long lines. He even no longer had to fight for parking every day,...

Hot Callgirl

She resided at the local Bordello. She had the body of a goddess: blonde, tanned and firm, with stately breasts that stood out proudly; perfect legs and thighs, a rounded ass that moved seductively when she walked, the face of an angel. But she had been born retarded and had the mind of a small child. Her mother had been one of the call girls. The only alternative to keeping the girl at the Bordello had been turning her over to a government institution. So she had been raised by the...

Those Naughty Spanking Phonecalls

On Susan Major’s desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn’t the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one? Hopefully, whoever it was would just go away if she ignored it. The telephone rang again – this time it sounded more insistent as if complaining to her that ‘Hey, you’re...

Her Late Night Hotel Outcall

It was Em’s last night in Paris. Tomorrow she was going to be on a plane home after a whirlwind business trip. She’d had no time to herself at all, not even for the nice hot massage she always liked to reward herself with on a long-distance trip. She was basically packed for the journey. She didn’t want to go out. It was already seven o’clock and chill outside. Her plan was to eat in the hotel and then return to her room and have a nice hot shower and go to bed with Vic. Vic was her lovely...

Training Callista

I’ve always been a bad girl. I don’t know why but when I hit puberty I just flipped, before I was a happy go lucky individual but now…I’m extremely cynical, apathetic and generally an anti-social sarcastic human being. I’ve always been small too, in every way. I’m about 5”2 or something and really skinny. That’s probably where my anger stems from to be honest, people always made fun of my height. Anyways, so I had detention. Big surprise…I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you could...

Mein Leben als Callgirl

Hallo. Mein Name ist Jana. Ich bin jetzt dreiundzwanzig Jahre alt. Ich will hier mal erzählen wie ich mein Geld verdiene. Ich habe schon mit neunzehn angefangen mein Geld als Hostesse zu verdienen. Der Eine oder Andere wird sagen das ich eine Nutte bin. Mag sein, daß es stimmt. Aber mir macht es Spaß und einen Tausender für eine Nacht ist ein guter Preis. Und ich lasse nicht jeden ran. Ich biete auch ein Gesamtpacket für die Nacht an. Wie ich zu diesem Job gekommen bin? Der Exfreund meiner...

Anke und ihr Callboy

Anke 31, ist eine Steuerberaterin in einer Wirtschaftsprüfung. Sie hat lange blonde Haare, eine schlanke Figur und eine Körbchengröße von 75 D. Durch Ihren Job, der öfters 70-80 Stunden pro Woche in Anspruch nahm, hatte sie schon seit 3 Jahren keine Beziehung mehr. Dann hatte sie endlich einen Tag frei und verabredete sich mit Ihrer besten Freundin. Sie erzählte ihr, dass sie sexuell ausgehungert sei und ob ihre Freundin ihr nicht einen Typen empfehlen könnte. Da sagte ihre Freundin, dass sie...

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Superman vs the goddess Callisto

A pleasant day in Metropolis turned to pure carnage out of nowhere. The cause, a scantily clad goddess called Callisto. Callisto was strong, powerful and sexy. She was tall, around six feet, and she was wearing a skin tight black tank top, skin tight black shorts and black boots. Her hair was blonde. Her body was an almost perfect athletic build. She weighed around 135 pounds but it was more muscle than anyone could see. Superman was stunned at the destruction happening in Metropolis. He...

Her Late Night Hotel Outcall

It was Em’s last night in Paris. Tomorrow she was going to be on a plane home after a whirlwind business trip. She’d had no time to herself at all, not even for the nice hot massage she always liked to reward herself with on a long-distance trip. She was basically packed for the journey. She didn’t want to go out. It was already seven o’clock and chill outside. Her plan was to eat in the hotel and then return to her room and have a nice hot shower and go to bed with Vic. Vic was her lovely...

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Jabalpur Callboy

Hi friends, girls and all sex seeking women reading my story This is my 1st story I should introduce myself I’m of 21 yrs height 5 11”, athletic body (with 6abs), fair in colour and my penis size is approx 9inch with thickness of 6cm diameter Now without delaying I should start my story of my first meeting as a call boy with a lady named Shweta (name changed). I was looking for a girl in Jabalpur to have fun I tried everywhere facebook, tinder , Instagram, google, etc for 2 months...

Best Sex Of My Life With A Callgirl

Info about me first, I am a 25 years old working in an MNC and earning enough to have a decent lifestyle. I was just missing out on sex, the problem with me is I am horny all the time like a teenager and no matter how much I had, it was always less. It was one of those nights when I had a long and tiresome day at work and I just needed to fuck the brains out of some sexy lady. So, I thought of getting some professional help. I got the number of an escort agency that was known to be very...

Ex Girlfriend 8217 s Friend Made Me A Callboy

Hi, this is Neil. I’m 22 staying in Kochi, Kerala, very rightly called the god’s own country owing to its unmatchable beauty. I believe life is short, so I guess we gotta make every moment count. We just can’t afford to put up with regrets. I love sex and in fact, most of the people do. After all, it’s a biological necessity and I hate the fact that it’s considered a taboo in our society. Satisfaction in sex is my priority and it’s very imperative that both the partners enjoy completely. So...

Wild Threesome Adventure With A Callboy

Hello friends and fans of this wonderful site. This is Gautam basically from jaipur but currently in delhi, india. I am 24 yrs, 5ft 11 inches male with a good physique, with some really hot looks & a very strong sex drive & I have a 8 inches rock hard cock to please & satisfy any female craving for sex. I’m very good in massage and women find it erotic when someone who can satisfy them in bed as we as make their body dip with oil. You can mail me at So without making you bored. Lets just start...

Housecalls

Housecalls by UmmmDonuts I have worked at a local department store for the last few years. It was a big store that housed a dental center and a hair salon. I used to love walking by the salon and getting a whiff of the perming solutions and hair sprays. All the girls that worked in the salon were nice. One in particular was very friendly with me. She was a middle aged woman who was well versed in all aspects of her profession. She was slender and would change her hair...

Training Callista

I’ve always been a bad girl. I don’t know why but when I hit puberty I just flipped, before I was a happy go lucky individual but now...I’m extremely cynical, apathetic and generally an anti-social sarcastic human being. I’ve always been small too, in every way. I’m about 5”2 or something and really skinny. That’s probably where my anger stems from to be honest, people always made fun of my height. Anyways, so I had detention. Big surprise...I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you...

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Forgetting The Phonecall

Forgetting the Phonecall By Solon Plorry Forgetting the phone call, though it was easily more important then anything else! Nuit wasn't good at this, but then again, he had little experience. A couple more calls after one o'clock failed to locate her wayward husband, and wrath replaced her earlier heartsickness. She knew he would call; what the hell was he doing? Getting his jollies at a strip club probably, or maybe watching a porn movie with one of his chums, maybe drinking...

The Ring Senshi Episode 2 Enter Callisto

Thanks you guys sooo much for the feedback last episode, I'll try and meet your expectations some more |_~ The Ring Senshi Episode 2: Enter Callisto By Shellyness "A demon, a talking cat and you in a skirt? Are you sure you didn't just dream that?" Ichizu asked sceptically as he heaped another mouthful of noodles into his mouth. "Ugh... no! I didn't dream it! Besides, why would I dream about wearing a skirt?!" Justin had just spent the past five minutes explaining exactly...

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Sweet Rascal Chennai Turned Into Callboy

Folks first I need to thank the Indian sex stories team which gave me an wonderful chance to satisfy the ladies in chennai .So this will be my third story and the previous story link is given and I got many replies and emails for my previous stories and in fact got many fakers invitation who keeps the email address in girls format name. So my advice is please don’t contact me or send any emails and don’t waste my time and also your time. Be always true to be original and according to my...

Oral Sex With Virgin Girl Leads Me To Become Callboy

Hello to everybody! I am Krishna from tirupathi (andhrapradesh) studying btech in andhrapradesh staying along with my family. I am a big fan of ISS and had read many stories here. Now it was the time for me to share my experience with you,this happened around 4 weeks back. This story belongs to the girl who introduced me to real life of sex. Her name is gayatri and lives just opposite to our house with her parents. That time i was 19 yeairs old and gayatri completed her btech . She is 22 years...

Bully boy Scally

Usual warnings/disclaimers apply! Don't read if you're easily offended,(and why are you on this site if you are all timid and prissy,lol),or if it's i*****l to be here,go read Horse and Hound or Womens Weekly! The story's fictional,though something of a fantasy.Enjoy!Walking through the estate on my way to a mate's house I was busting for a piss and knew I wasn't gonna make it to his place without pissing myself.Taking a detour I went into the nearby park and headed to the public lavs'.As soon...

My Aunty Who Made Me A Callboy

Hello friends, this story was forwarded to me by a friend, this is AK back again with another true story of mine. Let me introduce myself again to those who have not read my first story. Am AK from Bhubaneswar, Orissa, India.. I am 5.8 feet and have a decent 6.5 inch cock and am cute looking as females say. From the beginning of my college life I had an eye over matured women who came across me……But never got a chance of have a day with them until I got to fuck my aunty Leena who is also my...

Kaise Bana Main Callboy

Hi, I am Archie form Mumbai and I am 18 yrs old. And I am a regular ISS reader. Dis is ma 1st story so sory fr ny miskakes. Yeh story abi thode tym pehle ki hi hai. Mai college mai IT ka student hu so ek din college canteen mein baithe baithe mjhe call aaya, maine call recieve kiya toh woh ek wrong number tha, ek bahot hi sexy lladki ki awaz thi. Maine zyada kuch socha nai aur main class attend karne chala gya. Clas s nikalne k baad mjhe phr usi numbr s cal aaya maine call recieve kiye toh uss...

I Became Callboy

Hello and Hi to all the readers of this ISS site stories. I’m reading almost all the stories of this site. This is the story how I became Callboy for my family problems. I am a businessman in Mysore. Usually I travel more to Bangalore to purchase materials. Like that few weeks back when I boarded the bus there were only few people in bus. I sat in two seat side and a lady around 30-32 years was diagonally sitting in next seat. Meanwhile I got a call from my client and I was discussing on rate...

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Christmas Wedding Part 6 A Piper Comes a callin

Late August, first day of school for Winnisimmet Public Schools Ethan Smith, Junior Kelly, Neil Jones, and Logan Finn were now fifth graders, the unofficial rulers of their elementary school. They weren't like the normal boys in their grade though. Logan and the trio were the boys who break the mold for 10 and 11-year-old boys just by acting like they had been taught by their fathers, mothers, and siblings- care, respect, and kindness. The boys had spent the past month getting to...

Bhabhi made me callboy

Whenever I seemed to need her, Bhabhi was always there for me. She was always attentive to me, she gave importance to what I had to say, and she listened carefully to whatever I said. It was only natural that over a period of time I grew closer to her and started going to her with my little problems and questions. I particularly liked the time we spent together alone either in her room or on the terrace during the evening. I cannot remember when, but slowly I started noticing that Bhabhi was a...

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Dirty Spanking Phonecalls

Dirty Spanking Phonecalls. On Susan Major's desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn't the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one? Hopefully, whoever it was would just go away if she ignored it. The telephone rang again - this time it sounded more insistent as if...

Mere dost ne banaya mujhe callgal

Hi main manisha main abki baar kuch jyada zaldi aa gai aap ye hi sonch rahe hai na par kya karoon main apni baat apne dil main nahi rakh paati naa ok main aap ko bore nahi karoongi main apni story par aati hoon jaisa kiaap ne meri last story sex meri birthday par main padha hoga uske aage… Jaise ki sameer ko maine promice kiya tha din main milne ka maine apne kapade pack kiye aur ghar par keh diya ki shalini ke uncle ki tabiat theek nahi hai main shalini ke saath moradabaad ja rahi hoon do ya...

Callisto

Twenty year old Mikey, real name Michelle, and her twenty-two year old brother Don had both been in the same industry for nearly eighteen months, though neither knew it. Each had heard of the other's reputation, but only through the acting names they used, and it wasn't until they were both cast in the same hard core porn film that each found out what the other did. Mikey was already sitting in the lounge of the flat being used as a studio, going through the 'script' when Don was shown in....

Daddy s Little Callgirl

Copyright© 2003-2006 Sexybeast "You would not believe the things this girl could do with her mouth," Fred told me over dinner. He was describing the hooker he'd had up to his room the night before. Or is escort the proper term? Can she be an escort if she only escorts you to the bed? "I don't think I care what she could do with her mouth," I told him between sips of wine. "You wouldn't be saying that if you'd been there. I'm telling you, this girl was unbelievable. She made it...

Momma Was A Callgirl

The Beginning Things were getting rougher and rougher around the Smith household. Money had never been so tight. When you have it you don't think about it, when you don't, that's about all you can think about. Dan, the husband and father in this household, was already working two jobs, Janet, the wife and mother, was doing all she possibly could to help her husband. But with no training other than for beauty contests and bikini modeling, she made little more than minimum wage, except when...

Callidora

Hermes arrived at sunset, although at first, Callidora was unaware of his presence. Bending over the body in front of her, eyes wreathed in tears, she was effectively blind, doing her work by touch. The lack of vision had actually been a blessing, allowing her to fantasize that this was some other person being prepared for burial, a stranger's body, no one she knew. "Callidora." Even in her distracted state, there was no way of mistaking his voice as human. It had an almost symphonic...

A Well Lived Life 2 Book 5 MichelleChapter 62 Siobh aacute n Callaghan

March 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Thanks for calling back,” I said when Keri put Dante’s call through to my phone. “Is there a problem with the project?” he asked. “From a technical standpoint, everything is fine. I’ll be blunt, because that’s how we deal with each other. I need you to stop hitting on my female staff members. And I need you to stop right now.” “Who complained?” “Does it matter? It’s not the first time. I’ve heard it from more than one of my female staff members over the...

The Mob Book 2Chapter 6 The Battle for Callisto

“Welcome back, Jason. I’m sure we will all be fascinated to hear of your adventures, but you need to excuse us while we deal with the current battle,” said Andrea. Linda came over and gave him a kiss. “You look rather fit, and I think you have grown a bit,” commented Linda. “I think we will need to inspect your Warhammer to check if it is still operational once this little lark is over,” Linda said as she gently grabbed the front of his trousers, triggering hooting and cheering. “Arrival is...

Trials and TribunationsChapter 5 Tuesday Major James MacAllistor

The Major and his friend Commodore Richard Cuthbert, RN, approached the trim little cottage in this small northern English town. A short, spare man in his 50's, trim of moustache and military of bearing, was crouched over doing something important with a spade and flowerbed. When he saw he had visitors, he arose to greet his guests. "Commodore, fancy meeting you here, and whose this with you? James? Is that you? You look so ... different. Say, I'd heard you'd been picked up." "Do you...

Birds of Prey Bisexual EditionChapter 6 Callsign

“The prosperity of the pride depends on a successful hunt,” the narrator said as a lioness stalked through the brush, her straw-colored coat shining in the hot African sun. Her round ears pricked up, and the camera panned over to a warthog, the tusked animal raising its head from the ground to sniff at the air intently as clouds of flies swarmed around it. “She approaches, silent, waiting for the perfect moment to strike...” There was a surge of drums as the lioness leapt from her hiding...

RuneswardChapter 65 Callisto

The rain had stopped but the sky remained covered with clouds in various shades of gray. The light on the city, as the knights proceeded down the road from the southern gate to the castle, was also gray and prone to deep shadows. The whole procession seemed somber and a bit unreal. It wasn’t unusual for knights to be proceeding in tight formation down the north and south roads, but the townspeople stopped to watch them pass just the same. It was evident merely from the steady, lugubrious pace...

WebYoung Carter Cruise Elsa Jean Catcalling

To get rid of a couple of douchebags catcalling them from their car, teen hotties Carter Cruise and Elsa Jean pretend they’re lesbians and even kiss each other to prove it before giving the guys the finger and watching them drive away. Still pumped from the incident by the time they get home, the girls laugh about what happened on the bed. That is, until Elsa kisses Carter again! Carter wonders what’s gotten into her suddenly grabby friend. Elsa cups Carter’s breasts and opens...

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CallGin

Do you know what’s weird about India? For one of the most populated countries in the world, they sure don’t put out a ton of porno. I guess it has a lot to do with cultural and societal attitudes toward sex; in a nutshell, Indians are prudes! Of course, there are exceptions to any rule, as can be seen at CallGin, aka IEscorts.CallGin.com, in case you haven’t guessed from the name, is an escort site full of Indian sluts ready to give you a whole lot more than a good plate of chicken tikka...

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