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Chains Ch. 01
Her hands chained to the wall above her head, ball gag in her mouth, a vibrator strapped to her clit. She squirmed as her pussy juices dripped on the floor. This was her punishment for disobeying her master. She was supposed to have the house cleaned up by the time he got back, but she didn’t. Her master came downstairs, knelt in front of her and just watched her for a minute. He then began to slide his fingers inside her soaked pussy. He saw the puddle of juices that was on the floor, quickly stood up and said, “You dirty bitch, what a mess you have made on my…
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Eşimin Arkadaşı ile Seks
Merrhaaba Seks Hikayeleri okuyucuları.Bursa da özel biir okulda bilgisayar öğretmeniyim.. Eşimse beenimle aynı okulda Almanca öğretmenliği yapıyor. Özel sektörün biir uygulaması da genel itibariyle hepp genç çalışanlar almasıdır.. Bu yüzden de okulumuzda fazlasıyla genç çift veya evlenmeye hazırlık yapan öğretmenlerle dolu. Hal böyle olunca herkes biirbiirine bakmadan geçemiyor tabi.. Sonuçta been eşim Nerminle evliyim ve başka bayanlara da pek baktığım yok.. Bunun en büyük sebebiyse evlenene kaddar sürekli abazan dolaşmam fakat evlendikten sonra ise eşimle her gece en az 3 saat sikişmemizdir. Eşim de en az beenim kaddar abazan olacak ki hiçbiir zaman sex teklifime hayır demedi. Onu her gece evire çevire sikiyorum, iki sikiş hastasının biirbiirine denk gelmesi de çook…
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Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 09
Below is part 9 of my story “Jenny Plays with the Big Girls”. Sorry it took so long for this to come out, but the ideas are starting to take longer to come to me and the stories are taking longer to finish. Again, thanks for all the support and feedback offered during the writing process. * “Well anyway, here goes,” she started. “Up until a couple years ago, I was a boy, like you.” “God, Cindi,” Jenny gasped. “Are you serious? Really?” “Yes, really, Jenny,” she replied. “For most of my life, throughout my formative years I felt out of place. I was a boy yet somehow I always…
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The Icelandic Hand
My duties as an anthropologist had been kept to the classroom for the past year, ever since I lost two of my closest colleagues in the jungles of the Yucatan to what everyone had insisted was nothing but folklore. A slug-like creature had literally consumed them. The reports from some of the local guides were that one of my friends even went in search of the organism, which they called The Worm, alone. Why he would have done something that risky is beyond me. Even when we are digging in our own backyards, anthropologists and archaeologists always have at least one person backing us up. Having built up an extensive…
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The Shoe Salesman
Brian’s first encounter with Christie and her friends keeps repeating itself in his head. He finds himself questioning whether or not that all happened quite frequently, but gets an answer every time from the soreness of his torso, which is mild at this point but noticeable, even after several days. As he continues his daily inventory routine in the back room of a local shoe store, the images on the shoe boxes get to him more than usual, especially when he recognizes the kinds that the ladies were wearing including boots, flats and sandals. Throughout the day, he recalls the reason why he took this job — to gain the…
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Gina, Sam and I
Several years after “Getting Gina Pregnant”, we had moved to another location and were continuing our swinger lifestyle. Gina and I found this on-premise swing club and I convinced her to go one weekend. We bought her this mesh sheath dress. It was tight, body-hugging, completely see-through, and came down to her ankles. She wouldn’t wear it while we drove to the “party”, in case we got stopped or were in an accident, or something. Gina was short and kinda stocky. She had dirty-blond wavy hair down past her shoulders. Her tits were B/C and firm with big fat nipples that she loved to pinch whenever she would cum. She…
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Get Up! To Get Down! Ch. 01
Hi everyone this my 1st story I so hope you like it! If you have any questions or constructive criticism I say bring it on down(Price as right style when Bob Barker was on… yea im that lame!)lol Alright enough of my blabbering I now give you Get up! To get down!~~~ TheGirlCantHelpIt~~~ “Mmmmmh yea! Oooooh yes god! Move over! OOooooh deeper deeper ….” “Oh come on! You can’t be finished yet! Urghhh Leira I never met a girl who couldn’t give a proper massage” I exclaimed lying on my stomach. “I did expect more than 2 judo chops to my back little girl!” “Katia if you wanted such a…
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KOI 06: Symposium at the Drew House
Symposium at the Drew House St Louis. Spring, 1973 Late in the spring semester, Alissa Scarlatti had her Jug Wine Seminar on Plato’s Symposium. Debbie and I had come to know Lissa better than had any other undergrads at Grove. Grove College was Alissa’s first postdoctoral posting, and the contrast between Grove and her own – Ivy League – background quickly began to wear on her. To make things worse, her apparently rather remarkable romance with a prospective Nobel physicist blew up about two weeks before the Jug Wine Seminar. Not one to whine, Lissa kept a stiff upper lip in class. It was a full Mediterranean lip, below a…
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The Queen Ch. 02
A pathetic scream leapt out of his throat as the cold water collided with his bare skin. His body convulsed and thrashed about in reaction to the frigid stream, fighting against the chains that bound him to the iron ring above his head. Weak and trembling, he clung to his post as the man behind him continued to hose him down. He had not imagined things would go this way after the public shaming the Queen had put him through. She had made him beg before she violated him in front of an audience. She had made an example of him that would follow him inescapably like a shadow, even…
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Broken Toys
When he had first been introduced to her something that he didn’t fully understand had made him suspect that she was a person with a streak of sadism topped off with a generous portion of cruelty. He was about to discover just how right his suspicions had been. In fact, he was about discover that he had greatly under estimated the depths of her sadism and cruelty. He hears a key in the lock, then the click of a door. And then another click. The click clack of heels. Her footsteps are heavy. A sign that she’s pissed off about something. He hears her enter the kitchen. Silence for a…