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Dad Can You Take a Picture? 

Discover an engaging and provocative tale in 'Dad, Can You Take a Picture?' by PureID. Unravel the complexities of relationships and explore the boundaries of intimacy in this captivating adult story. Perfect for those seeking a blend of emotion and desire. Dive in now!<br/>

My daughters inappropriate instagram posts. All characters 18 or over.

My daughter Stella wants to be an influencer. She’s a bright girl, and I’ve always hoped she would pick a profession using her brains and not her body. But I can’t make her choices for her, so I compromised. I told Stella that I would support her, provided that she maintained a 4.0 GPA and attended College. Stella has kept up her end of the bargain. She just got accepted into UCLA! I couldn’t be a prouder dad.

So in turn, I’ve supported her influencer dream. I’ve purchased countless outfits for Youtube try-on hauls and lighting equipment and cameras for her photoshoots. I even appeared in a youtube video where she covered my face in girl makeup. She thought that was the funniest thing ever! Sometimes I even take pictures of her when her friends aren’t around to do it.

I will admit, Stella does look like an instagram model. She has long wavy brown hair, big green eyes, a radiant smile, and a curvy figure she’s spent hours in the gym working for. When we’re out in public together men are constantly checking out her thick bubble butt. If I wasn’t her father, I guess I’d think Stella was pretty hot too! All this attention worries me. I don’t like men leering at her on the street or on the internet. I’m protective over my baby girl! So I asked Stella to not post inappropriate pictures or videos of herself, and she agreed. But it seems her definition of inappropriate is a bit different than mine. She has posted snap stories of her twerking, workout videos of her doing squats in the gym, and even bikini clad instagram photos that prominently feature her butt.

So Stella left me with little choice. I added a new rule to our arrangement: All her posts must be approved by me. If you wouldn’t text it to your father, don’t post it, I told her. Now Stella texts me potential posts everyday. Usually they’re harmless, but last week she sent me a photo of her lying on her bed in a sundress with her legs slightly parted revealing her pink panties. Two days ago she sent me a photo of her by our pool wearing a red micro bikini, turned at an angle to show off her ass. There was no way I would ever let Stella post those pictures, she must know that, right? I’m sure this is just a ploy for attention. But, I’m starting to wonder if Stella enjoys teasing me, even flirting with me.

There’s a new tension in our relationship now. Our hugs last a few seconds longer. When we cuddle while watching a movie, I can feel her pushing her body into mine. She’s started wearing less and less clothing around the house, no matter how many times I chastise her. Yesterday she walked into the kitchen with a string bikini top and short terry cloth booty shorts. I swear she made a show of reaching down into the freezer, shaking her ass around as she looked for a snack.

“Stella, you have to start covering up around the house.”

“Why daddy, is all of this too sexy for you to handle?” She ran her hands down her body and shook her ass. “Ew, are you worried I’m going to turn you on? That’s so gross dad” Stella laughed. My face turned red and I just stammered out a No. Stella pulled out her phone. “Oh here, dad, can I post this? ” She pulls up a picture of herself lying in bed in a suggestive pose, wearing pink lingerie.

“ No. You’re in bed”

“Why dad? People on the internet, like, know that I have a bed. That’s not, like, new information for them. How about this one?”

“No.”

Stella adopted an awful British accent “Papa, is this indecent? ”

“Yes”

“Ugh, this is so unfair. Skinny girls never get asked to cover up. You’re basically just punishing me for having a great body”

“Yup”

Stella tilted her head to the side and smiled “So you think I have a great body? Thanks dad!” She laughed, and skipped out of the room chanting “Daddy thinks I’m sexy, daddy thinks I’m sexy!” It’s time to admit it. She’s right! I do find Stella sexy. And I even though it’s wrong, I want nothing more than to fuck her!

The next day I sat by the pool, reading a John Grisham novel. Stella emerged from the house looking absolutely radiant, in daisy duke shirts and a small tank top.

“Dad, I’m bored! You want to do a photo session?”

“Sure, I am looking pretty good today.”

Stella laughed and lightly punched my arm. “A photo session of me stupid!”

“Alright, sweety”

Stella handed me her phone. She pulled off her tank top and shorts to reveal her favorite red string bikini. My dick began to harden, but I didn’t care. My daughter should see what she’s doing to me! I snapped a few pics while she smiled leaning back on the rail. Then she began to pose. She turned to her side and popped her pump ass out. She turned her back to me and looked at the camera over her shoulder smiling suggestively. She turned to her side to show off her profile, giving the camera a slight coquettish smile. I just kept snapping more pictures, my heart beating rapidly.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to get my hands on that beautiful body. “Sweetheart, come here. Come take a look and see if you like any of these pictures” I called out. She sashayed over. I wrapped my arm around her, squeezing her shoulder, as we both peered over her phone and scrolled through the shots of her.

“These are great dad, you’re such a good photographer!” Stella rested her head on my shoulder and gazed up at me.

“You look beautiful Stella! But you know I’m never letting you post any of these right?”

“These are just for you, silly! Let’s take some selfies together!”

Stella took the camera and leaned in closer to me. She snapped photos from different angles making cute little faces in each one. “Do you friends ask their dads to do photoshoots like this?” I asked. “No, but they don’t have cute daddies like mine” Stella leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

Stella gave me a tight hug. “Thank you dad. You really are the best,” she said, as she nuzzled her face against my chest.” She must be able to feel my erect cock pressing against her, she must. Stella pulled me in even tighter. Holy shit! I knew at that moment Stella wasn’t just teasing. She wanted me to fuck her. And I always give my daughter what she wants! I grabbed her neck and tilted her head upwards. We’d been flirting for weeks now, it felt so natural. “You know I should really punish you for posting such filthy pictures”

I smacked her ass hard. She yelped. Then I gave her a long kiss. We stayed like that for a minute. With one hand I continued to smack her ass cheeks lightly, the other stayed gripped her neck. I pulled away from our kiss. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, our hearts racing. Then I picked Stella up, causing her to squeal, and I carried her straight to the master bedroom.

“I love you Stella” I told her as I laid her down on my bed. We continued to kiss for a few moments. As we kissed I ran my hands over her body. Then I pulled off her bikini. “Stand up for me sweety, daddy wants to look at you” Stella nervously got up and stood next to the bed. Initially she covered her breasts, but I grabbed her arm and yanked it down. She jumped a little. I had always been a gentle presence in her life, I liked how shocked she was to see my aggressive side. “Don’t start getting shy on me now sweetheart. Do a little spin for daddy” Stella nervously turned around. She was even more beautiful than I thought. Thin waist, tight ass, light olive skin with some cute little tan lines.

“Good girl. Now get on your knees for daddy.” Stella nervously obeyed my command.

“Good.now undo my belt.”

“Unzip the jeans. Good. Take out daddy’s cock”

“You ever seen one of these up close before?” Stella shook her head. “Just be gentle, I’ll walk you through it. You’re going to do great.”

My little angel was a Virgin! I could train her to please me just the way I liked. This was getting better and better.

“Put your hand around it, ahh gentle! Ok better. Good. Now stroke it a few times. Mmm ,that feels real nice. Ok now open your mouth real wide, daddys going to slide it in.”

I couldn’t resist with that angelic face looking up at me. I placed my cock in her mouth, grabbed her head and slammed it into my cock. Stella sure wasn’t expecting that! She choked for a second then I let her go. I slapped her cheek hard. She looked up at me with a betrayed look on her face, a few tears now wetting her cheeks. I was going to have to be gentle again.

“It’s ok sweetie you made daddy so happy. Come here.” I pulled Stella up into my lap and held her naked body tight. She rested her head on my shoulder, still crying a little. “Don’t worry you’ll learn to love that.” I kissed her again. After a few minutes of making out she was putty in my hands again. I began to tease her nipples and dance my fingers around her clit. Stella was in a frenzy now. She grabbed my cock and begged for me to put it in her. I stood up and tore my clothes off. I grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head while positioning myself to enter her. I’ve never felt a wetter pussy.

Let me tell you, entering your daughter for the first time is the single greatest feeling a man could ever have. It was pure ecstasy. Stella told me later she came on the spot, despite the pain. I started with slow deep strokes, still holding her down with one hand, playing with her nipples with my other. Stella was lost in pleasure. I let go of her hands, which she immediately wrapped around me. I grabbed her neck, choking her lightly as I increased the pace. Before long I was jack hammering into my daughter while she moaned. I couldn’t last much longer. I pulled out and launched rope after rope of cum in Stellas open waiting mouth. She collapsed back onto the bed.

“Are you ready for another photoshoot baby?” I grabbed my phone and snapped pictures of Stella’s wrecked body and cum drenched face. “You want daddy to post these sweetheart? Show everyone what a slut you really are?” My parental instincts kicked in. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” I took Stella by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and we both hopped in. We cleaned each other’s bodies and kissed a little more. I became erect again. Stella grabbed at it and giggled “Woo there tiger, no rush, we have all weekend …”

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Short Tale: Daddy Breeds 

Explore a captivating short tale in 'Daddy Breeds,' an adult sex story that delves into taboo themes and complex relationships. Discover a gripping narrative that pushes boundaries and ignites desire. Read now for an intense literary experience.<br/> I was balls deep in the sweetest pussy I had ever been in. She had all my 7 inches inside her sweet velvet folds. I had fucked many girls in my day, this one pussy fit me more perfect then any of the other ones I had sunk my cock into.

This was her room and her bad, I would have thought a 18 year old would have upgraded from princess theme sheets, pink window curtains and the like. She seemed to not want to. I was ok with that, I only ever needed to be in here for one thing anyways. To release my load of sperm in her moist inviting pussy. What other reason does a 50 year old man need to be in a 18 year old’s room anyways.

I had been fucking this slut for the last 3 month, ever since she turned 18. She did not have any boyfriends that I knew of. I don’t know if I would be jealous if she had but I never asked and she never said.

We played a lot of games. Sometimes I told her she was a slut and she should not be suck a cock tease for all the school boys. I called her every name in the book, she liked all those names, at least her pussy clenched around my cock when I called her things like a bitch, whore, homewrecker etc.

Sometimes we would role play. Like student and teacher, babysitter, prostitute etc. Tonight it was Daddy and Daughter, most nights it was Daddy and Daughter. She loved to call me Daddy and I loved to be inside her so it worked.

I had her on all fours she was totally nude, just the way I like it.

She was moaning, “Daddy, yes fuck my pussy! Give me your seed Daddy!”

I had already been fucking her for 10 minutes and I knew I needed to cum soon so I could get on with my evening. I had a wife who probably needed attention as well.

I asked her to be sluttier, “Baby girl, your pussy feels so good wrapped around Daddy’s cock, but I need to hurry, you need to be sluttier.”

She added more filth, “Daddy, Cum in my fertile pussy, please I have been skipping my birth control and I want to have your babies!”

That did it, I cam so quick in her pussy, I gripped her hips and pulled her back and released my potent sperm into her wonderful pussy.

She said, “Wow, Daddy, you really liked that huh?”

“Yes, I did baby girl.” I said as I pulled her head back to kiss me, my softening cock still in her.

We both lay down catching our breathe and I asked, “You are still on birth control right?”

She smirked and said, “I guess we will have to wait and see.” She leaned over and kissed me. That ended up turning to a hot make out session.

I finally broke off the kissing and I got up and grabbed my cloths not dressing, I said, “I should go, your mom will be home soon. I need to shower.”

As I was leaving she yelled, “Dad, wait, I need some money for school tomorrow. My friends wanted to go to a movie after. Can I go?”

I smiled at her and said, “Of course baby girl, you can go, but you need to do your chores if you want allowance.”

She said, “Really? I thought that was a chore I just did!”

I smiled and said, “Baby, even though we sometimes role play prostitution, you are not a whore, you never will take money for sex. I raised you better then that.”

She said, “I understand, I did not actually mean that you should pay for sex, I just wanted to not do chores, Sorry.”

Two weeks later we were at the dinner table and my wife said she had some news. Our daughter kind of sunk in her seat as my wife was ready to tell us the news.

My wife said with a pissed look on her face, “I took your daughter to her checkup today and she is pregnant. She wont tell me who the father is though.”

I pretended to be surprised, but I made an effort to not show absolute anger. I did confirm with her later that it was mine. I was the only man who ever fucked her so it was guaranteed. From then on her pregnancy added a lot more passion to our sex. It actually evolved into love making. I could not wait for her breasts to swell up and produce milk. I planned on sucking so much milk out of her cute nipples.

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Where the Climate’s Sultry Pt. 11

On her last full day in Santorini, Tina was desperate to meet up with Francesco again. It need hardly be said that Briony was also very keen to finally hook up with Hunter, especially now that he had been snared by Lisa. There were in other words a number of loose ends to tie up.

Such was her sense of urgency that Tina did the unimaginable for her, that is, she actually set her alarm for what she considered an ungodly hour (actually, only eight thirty) so that she could get herself ready for her big day. She’d arranged to meet the Italian at eleven in the same place they’d met before. She was wearing a nice summery dress and had actually gone to the trouble of buying a broad-brimmed hat. It was only now, half an hour before their rendezvous, that she realised she’d have to wear a helmet. She was going to leave the hat in her room but decided to take it anyway since – who knows? – Francesco, who seemed very resourceful, might find a place for it on his bike.

At first, Tina thought she might have been stood up, but then she checked her phone and saw that she was five minutes early – also a first! As the seconds ticked by she did begin to get a bit agitated, especially when she looked around and saw that, unlike last time, there was no bike anywhere to be seen. She was about to call him when she saw that it was still only 10:58. Then she heard the familiar high-pitched whine of a motorbike travelling at speed and her heart missed a beat. But why would he be coming from somewhere else when he worked here at the hotel, Tina thought. It was all getting very confusing and very distressing.

But it was Francesco! He’d put his bike in for a service that previous day and the man hadn’t been able to get the part he wanted till this morning, so Francesco had to get a lift to his workshop from a friend. But what did any of that matter now? Here he was, looking lovely as ever, apologising if he had made Tina anxious (‘No, no! Not at all – I was answering some messages. Didn’t even notice the time’) and kissing her not on the cheeks in that foreign way but flush on the lips, as Tina liked it.

Before handing Tina her helmet Francesco told her that today he would take her to a very beautiful place (‘a dream house’) and give her a wonderful time. It was on the other side of the island but not far since the island was so small. When Francesco pulled into the parking area behind a row of three or four houses, Tina didn’t think it looked very special, let alone a dream house. It was only when they walked round the side of the far unit that things began to change.

Built on a gentle slope in the foothills of a broad amphitheatre of mountains, the villa had sweeping views of the bay below, where a number of swanky looking yachts were moored. Entrance to the villa was via a glass-panelled door that gave on to a beautifully appointed terrace which commanded that stunning view. There was a table and two chairs where you could eat, two loungers with their own side tables and the pièce de résistance as far as Tina was concerned – a really nice looking hammock.

Inside, the villa had a couple of bedrooms in what was a semi basement (better for sleeping, Francesco explained, as it was cooler there) with the ground floor given over to a large living space with a nice cooking area, as well as a second bathroom. Francesco made a wine spritzer for both of them and took the drinks out with a few snacks onto the terrace. After sitting at the table for a while, the child in Tina could resist the lure of the hammock no longer. It had been rigged quite high, which meant that she required a helping hand. Not that she minded, as she felt the Italian’s strong hands on her waist as he hoisted her up in one easy movement.

‘This is the life,’ she purred, as she sipped on her drink, which the ever attentive Italian relieved her of after she had had her fill, as there was nowhere to put it once you were stretched out up there.

The next thing Tina knew was that she was being rubbed on her shoulder by a gentle hand.

‘I have some lunch for you,’ said Francesco, who certainly looked the part of a chef, decked out in a blue and white striped apron.

‘I must have nodded off,’ said Tina, fumbling about for her phone so she could check the time but then remembering she had left it on the table.

This time, Tina knelt on the hammock in preparation for her dismount and held out her arms as if in supplication. Francesco took her like a fireman over his shoulder. At least, that was the idea, as she ended up smothering his face with her chest. He set her down safely and she took her seat at the table where a steaming plate of spaghetti with pine nuts, basil pesto and lemon juice awaited her. Francesco disappeared back to the kitchen for a moment before reappearing with a block of Parmigiano Reggiano, which he grated onto her plate before doing the same to his own.

‘Just one more thing and then we can eat,’ he said, bustling off again.

This time he had a bottle of Frascati and two wine glasses in his hands. They clinked glasses and began to eat, Tina tucking in with particular gusto, since she had been up so early this morning and had managed only a light breakfast because of her nerves.

They talked of this and that for a while before Francesco, remembering the conversation from their first date, asked Tina who inspired her.

‘Oh gosh!’ said Tina, recalling how she had struggled to think of anyone the other day when Francesco had talked about one of his old teachers.

‘I dunno, really I don’t,’ she continued, reverting to her Estuary Essex accent, which she often slipped into in moments of panic.

‘Well now, let me see, I guess Britney and Meghan Markle,’ she said with audible relief, pleased to have got through this ordeal.

‘Yeah, and maybe David Beckham and Posh Spice.’

‘So interesting,’ replied Francesco, who had been expecting her to name someone who had had a more personal impact on her life.

‘And is there anyone from your days growing up – a teacher at school perhaps?’ he added.

‘Oh, gawd, no!’ Tina roared in reply. ‘They was all really old and boring. And the female ones, lord help us!’

‘Were they bad teachers?’ Francesco asked with genuine interest.

‘Nah, they was just dog ugly.’

In spite of her previous misgivings, Tina was now warming to the topic. She even had one or two questions she wanted to ask the handsome foreigner.

‘Do you have anybody like David Beckham in Italy?’

‘Oh, yes, so many. In fact, my name Francesco. My mother gave me this name after a famous footballer who played many years for the football team she supported, Roma.’

‘Wow!’ said Tina, impressed beyond measure. ‘Did you ever get to meet him?’

‘Sadly not,’ said Francesco.

‘You mustn’t give up hope,’ said Tina. ‘Maybe you can tweet him and arrange a meeting when you go home.’

‘I might try that,’ said Francesco, sensing that the time was ripe for taking her downstairs and taking things to the next level before she started to give him the lowdown on all the KOLs and influencers she followed.

‘Perhaps you would like a little nap after lunch?’ he said in his most suggestive manner.

‘I think I slept enough this morning,’ Tina replied.

‘Of course,’ he continued. ‘But maybe you would like to have a look downstairs?’

‘Sure,’ she replied, enjoying teasing Francesco.

He might know all about dead Italian poets and artists named after Ninja turtles, but she knew a thing or two about winding blokes up and making sure they were all revved up before she had her way with them.

25

He led the way downstairs and went ahead to the bedroom while Tina used the bathroom. He turned on the old-fashioned radio/CD player beside the bed and adjusted the volume as the disc of Italian love songs started to play. He then drew the curtains, turned on the bedside lamp and switched off the ceiling light. Finally, he took out his phone and leant casually against the wall checking his messages.

‘Would you like to try the mattress?’ said Francesco, walking towards her.

‘Thought you’d never ask,’ the blonde responded, throwing herself onto the bed in her keenness to get things started.

Francesco joined Tina on the bed and they shared an embrace. When Francesco finally pulled out of the clinch Tina pulled him back and kissed him on the mouth. The Italian returned the kiss but not with the passion that the blonde was hoping for.

‘The bloody Wop can do a lot better,’ she thought. ‘What’s the use of knowing all that stuff about paintings and whatnot if you can’t kiss a girl as if you meant it?’

Utterly oblivious to Tina’s displeasure Francesco continued to kiss her in that languid way he had, keeping his hands to himself, which also irked Tina. She began to wonder if he was actually gay. She’d seen him round the hotel carrying a man bag, and had just put it down to his being Italian. Now she began to search her memory to see if there were any other signs she had missed.

‘You kiss very passionately,’ said Francesco, looking at her with a smile.

‘More than can be bloody said for you!’ Tina wanted to say but managed to keep her cool.

‘Would you like it if I helped you off with your dress?’ he said, when Tina would much rather he just ripped it off her.

‘Thank you,’ she replied, getting into the spirit of the thing.

‘God,’ she thought. ‘I never thought I’d hear myself thank a bloke for doing something he should be able to do without making a song and dance about it.’

Once the dress was off, he seemed quite content to admire Tina in her bra and panties.

‘I should have gone commando,’ she thought. ‘How long does this bloke take to warm up?’

It was time for Tina to show the way. She didn’t bother with the top half, she went straight to the trousers, undoing the buttons he had in place of a zipper at a speed that clearly surprised Francesco. After yanking the trousers off, she went straight for the jugular – his very brief briefs. Once again, the thought that this man might be gay (or at least bi) flashed through her mind. She’d never met a guy (however fit) who wore what were basically glorified thongs.

Ownership Pt. 03

Ownership Pt. 03

Explore the tantalizing world of desire in 'Ownership Pt. 03.' This adult sex story dives deep into themes of passion and control, delivering an intimate narrative that captivates and excites. Join the journey of sensual exploration and discover the complexities of relationships. Read now for a thrilling experience!<br/> Kayla immediately picked up the contract after Amy had put the pen down. She silently got up and walked out the room, giving Amy a subtle wink as she shut the door behind her, leaving Amy alone with Mistress Bella. The older woman stared down at her new property, Amy having signed herself over to the women to legally be owned by her. Mistress Bella stood up and Amy instinctively straightened herself to attention for the women, sensing her authority. ”Onto your back, slut. On the table. Now!” Mistress Bella shouted the last word causing Amy to jump but she got to it quickly. She climbed onto the short table with her back laying on the wood. She opened her legs wide for Mistress Bella, remember her prior instructions to always present her holes when she could. Mistress Bella responded by going down on her knees in-between Amy’s legs. She could feel a hand caress her left thigh, her heart fluttering as she desperately hoped for her dominant to touch her warm pussy. ”I can see how desperate that pussy is for attention, slut.” She felt the gentlest swipe of a finger through her labia folds, Mistress Bella held a shiny finger over Amy’s face. ”See this slut? You are wet already and we haven’t even began conditioning. Tell me girl, when was your previous orgasm before the one I allowed you earlier?”

Amy thought for a moment, ”Two nights ago, Mistress.”

”With fingers, toys or cock?” Bella asked as her hand continued to caress Amy’s thigh.

”A vibrator, Mistress,” she felt a hand splay open her vaginal lips and expose her clit. She winced slightly.

”Vibrator? You mean to tell me you have been over-stimulating your pussy?” Amy pondered how to answer the question before a swift slap on her thighs making her yelp. ”Answer me when I talk to you!”

”I don’t know!” Amy cried out, hoping she wouldn’t be met with another slap. What she got was worse, as Mistress stood up and unloaded a full force slap to the side of Amy’s face, tears welling in her eyes as her cheek stung.

”Remember who you are talking to slut! You are mine! Address me properly, otherwise you being muzzled so you can’t speak. Do you like having the right to talk?” Mistress Bella asked Amy.

”Yes, Mistress!” Amy cried as tears flowed down her face.

”So answer my question, whore!”

”I have de-sensitised my clit, Mistress!” Amy wailed out, her face still stinging.

”You are right, slut! And that means we will need to quarantine that clit! Same with your pussy as well. No orgasms at all until I decide that clit is appropriate conditioned for a whore of your station. Open your mouth.” Amy did as commanded, opening her jaw wide with her eyes shut. ”Open eyes, slut!”

”Yes, Mistress!” Amy said as she opened her eyes to look up at Mistress lean her face over her. The sharp featured woman formed saliva in her mouth and spat it into Amy’s wide open mouth, the young girl feeling it land on her throat. ”Swallow your gift, slut.” Mistress Bella commanded and Amy did as she said before thanking her. Mistress stepped away and Amy would not move out of fear of consequence, not even looking in the woman’s direction. She came around the back of Amy’s dangling head and she felt a something being fastened around her neck. It gripped around her neck firmly but was not constricting her ability to breath or move her head, she felt slight vibrations in whatever was around her neck before it slowed down. ”There you go, slut! Properly able to see you are mine now. Get up!”

Amy got off the table and onto her feet, as she was getting up off the floor she felt a sharp smack to her arse, making her jump up even faster. Mistress Bella looped her finger around something under Amy’s chin and pulled on it, her getting pulled closer. ”Look slut!” Gesturing her head to the wall where there was a mirror. Amy peered into and first noticed the tremendous red finger prints on her cheek from the slap her dominant had administered to her, then underneath she saw what was attached to her neck. It was a black leather collar, stitched onto the front was the word ‘slave’ and underneath was attach a silver ring looped through the front of the leather. Amy blinked at it, the only item of clothing on her whole body. ”Turn around, slut.” And Amy spun, she heard Mistress Bella tapped the mirror and then spin her back around. The mirror had somehow taken a photo of Amy when she was turned around, this whole house having more modern technology than Amy had seen in her life. The back of the collar said ‘Bella’, signifying who was Amy’s dominant. ”This here is your collar, slut. It signifies you as my property and what you are. Should anyone else ever come across you, they’ll know you are mine.”

”Thank you for this collar, Mistress,” Amy said to her.

”Aw,” Mistress Bella put her hand gently on Amy’s sore check and rubbed it, ”she’s learning.” She slipped her thumb into Amy’s mouth, feeling her tongue and rubbing inside it. ”Now slut, time to take you to your quarters.” She went to the other side of the room and picked up a leash, returned and attached it to Amy’s collar. ”Rule for you to remember, slut. You are only allowed to travel to a room to a house when leashed. You are forbidden from leaving a room you are left in unless led by someone holding the leash. Understand?”

”Yes, Mistress,” Amy said. Following this Mistress led Amy from the room and through the house. She kept a hold of the leash as she did so, although it Amy followed so closely at her heels she never needed to pull on it. They were coming to the kitchen; Amy’s senses were both hit with the smell of cooking and the sound of noise. As Mistress rounded the corner, she paused and Amy stopped next to her, what she saw was Kayla kissing a woman who appeared naked, her nylon clad knee pushed between the woman’s legs with her bare backside leaning against the kitchen island. Mistress turned to Amy, ”on your knees.” And Amy dropped down. Mistress Bella’s wife and the other woman separated from their embrace. The other woman was tall and blonde with an hourglass figure, her curves complimenting her large natural breasts, both nipples adorned in barbell piercings through the nipples and her bush darker coloured than her visible through the see-thru apron. What Amy noticed most of all was a white collar similar to hers the woman had on.

The other woman dropped down on her knees in front of Mistress Bella, Kayla stood beside her, the woman’s juices visibly soaked on her thigh. ”Mistress!” The blonde woman said, bowing her head to the woman. Amy was realising this was another slave owned by Mistress Bella as their shared dominant approached her. ”Hazel! You’ve left your pussy juice on my wife’s leg. Clean it!” The pale blonde immediately turned to Kayla and started licking her dirty thigh which the black American offered out to her, exposing her naked bottom to both Amy and Mistress Bella, fully displaying an object in her arsehole that had a large ‘B’ inscribed on the end. The blonde finished and turned to Mistress Bella again, ”I am done Mistress, apologies.”

”Rise, Hazel!” Mistress Bella sounded more happy to see her now, not caring the woman was passionately kissing her wife as she walked in. Although Amy was more focused on staring at Mistress Bella’s arse from behind, admiring her thick cheeks swallowing the latex outfit she was wearing. The woman called Hazel rose and opened her mouth, she was shorter than Mistress Bella so had to crane her head up and the dominatrix spat in her mouth which Hazel swallowed gladly. ”How have you been, my dear?”

”I have been well, Mistress! Although Sweden is very cold this time of year.” Hazel told Mistress; she was maybe thirty judging by her appearance.

”And Mistress Heidi? How was your experience with her?” Mistress Bella asked.

”It was… intense. Mistress Heidi is young but she holds authority well.”

”Did she fuck you often?” Mistress asked.

”Yes, she would have one of us every meal time. Then whoever she was impressed with least would spend a whole day in the dungeon with her after.”

”Well in that case,” Mistress Bella looked to Kayla. ”You had better stay in our bedroom tonight, I need to reclaim you.”

Hazel smiled, ”Thank you, Mistress. I would be honoured.”

”Bella…” Kayla nudged her wife, ”tell Hazel about her sister.”

”Oh god, I forgot that whore was behind.” Mistress Bella turned, ”were you checking my arse out, slut?”

Amy felt fear to lie, ”Yes, Mistress.”

”See this, Hazel? I get a new slave and she’s nearly as much as a whore as you. Yes, this is Amy. I acquired her today.”

Hazel exclaimed, ”today? Well I supposed her pussy is bare.”

”Exactly. Amy, come hug your sister.” Amy rose to her feet and walked toward the blonde woman. The other slave smiled at her and wrapped her arms around her, her taller than Amy. Amy did the same although felt awkward embracing another naked woman she had barely met. She felt the blonde’s large breasts press against her through the apron. The size comparison between their chests almost comical due to Amy being flat chested compared to the other woman. ”Aww, they look so cute together.” Kayla stated out loud.

”I can’t wait to get to know her better!” Hazel said.

”You will,” Mistress Bella replied. ”Although not for a little while, I think Amy will need a long conditioning. Anyway,” she spanked Hazel making the woman jump, ”get back to cooking. And you,” she turned to Kayla. ”Stop distracting my slaves.” Which Kayla guiltily smiled at before the two women gave each other a passionate peck. Mistress Bella grabbed Amy’s dangling leash. ”Enough stalling, let’s get you downstairs whore.” She led her through rooms of the large mansions as she heard Hazel and Kayla go back to conversing. Taking her back downstairs to the dungeon, except Mistress Bella diverted to a barely visible door to the right of the door to the dungeon. Only visible to the eye when you paid attention to it, she pulled a small notch and it opened an oval, heavy door that led to darkness. Mistress Bella held the door, ”step in.”

Alexis Friends and I part 1

Alexis Friends and I part 1 

Dive into the captivating world of 'Alexis Friends and I Part 1' by MarshallKage. This tantalizing adult sex story explores deep connections, seductive encounters, and unexpected passions. Join Alexis and her friends on an unforgettable journey that promises to ignite your imagination. Read now!<br/>

first story hope you enjoy! i do plan on a part 2

My name is Marshall and I’m a teen who is about to get luckier then I ever imagined.

My girlfriend Alexis was home alone with her friend Sam for the night alone and wanted me to come over. With out much thought I had gone over. “Hey babe, hey Sam.” I greeted them as I came in as Alexis told me to sit in between them. Alexis was amazing looking. She had short dirty blond hair and light brown eyes. She was short but had great tits they weren’t huge but were a handful. She had such a nice ass. her soft feet were fantastic.

I look over at Sam not much taller. Her breast were just as big, but her ass was bigger. She had medium blond hair. We sat back and Alexis cuddled into me. This was kinda normal for us to do, but when sam tried I got nervous but Alexis lifted my arm up for her so I guess it was fine with her. They whispered for a while as we watched TV when suddenly they both pulled away and Alexis asked for a foot massage. I told her yes when Sam asked for one too. I hesitatantly said yes because I never touched her feet.

After about twenty minutes Alexis put her foot to my lips and commanded me to kiss it. I stared at her confused as to why when Sams around. She told me it was a order so I didn’t disobey. Sam giggled “So you weren’t liying about him.” She said putting her toe to my lips to be kissed. After I giving both feet attention Alexis pulled away and told Sam to keep making me suck her toes. Alexis giving a seductive grin slide down and undid my pants kissing my happy trail. When my underwear fell my cock sprung up smacking Alexis’s face with a loud slap sound marking her moan.

Sam looked down and her jaw dropped at my size. I was 12″ long and pretty thick. “Sam do that thing I told you about.” And Sam slide her feet around my cock rubbing it up and down as Alexis took the head in flicking it with her tongue. When Sam’s feet got towards my top Alexis would kiss those soft little feet and attack me more. Sam took her shirt and bra off to reveal those beautiful breast which Sam commanded me to suck. I started licking her nipple to tease her then I started sucking. Alexis giggled spitting me out and started attacking her other nipple.

After a minute Alexis pulled me back a bit and started frenching me well our tounges danced on Sam’s nipple. Sam kept rubbing the whole time and I was ready. “I’m gonna blow” I moan and they both put their feet over my head so I would cum allover them. Alexis then commanded me to lick the cum off their feet.

Sam bent over and started sucking me clean as Alexis made out with me. Alexis kept slamming her ass onto Sam’s head making her deep throat me. When she lifted Sam took down Alexis’s pants down licking her clit well beating me off. After 10 or 11 minutes I was ready again and Sam knew it. She covered Alexis’s pussy with her hand and let me blow all over her ass, licking what ever got onto her hand.

Alexis giggled and shoved her ass in my face making me lick it all off her soft tight ass. Sam pushed her back and I had access to her pussy and I attacked it. Sam softly held my hands joining me as we frenched it Alexis’s pussy. When she came I ate it all up as I felt something slide onto my cock. Alexis sat up and fit it in. They had only put the condom onto my tip which confused me. Alexis slide down and on the way up Sam was licking her juices off of my bare cock.

This went on for a hour with them alternating twice before I had to cum. “I’m gonna blow again” I moaned. The second I said it they hoped off and pulled the condom off and beat me off until I shot a facial on both the girls. I fell back exhausted as they made out trying to swallow the most cum licking and frenching each other for it.

We went to the bedroom and Sam began to cuddle me when Alexis yelled “oh your not cuddling him that easily” grabbing her sliding my limp cock into her mouth. “Suck it until he falls asleep.” She ordered then started cuddling me we kissed. “I love you Alexis…” I whispered and she replayed “I love you too Marshall.” And I dozed off. I awoke to Sam between us and Alexis waking up too. I kissed her and grinned. She knew exactly what I was thinking. We held each others hand extending are middle fingers and shoved them into her pussy as we bit licked and kissed her neck.

Alexis’s phone went off and the room went silent. “Hey mom,” she answered after a minute or so “OK. Love you too bye” and she hung up grinning. “My moms going to be gone all week.” And we all laughed until I side my finger deep into Sam and she moaned. “I’m hungry.”I said as I got out bed and went to the fridge and grabbed a slice of pizza from yesterdays lunch. “Thank god I couldn’t take more.” Sam sighed fighting to stand. We all ate and cuddled watching movies for the day. I thought to myself how I now have two girls all week. And when the sun goes down they are mine.

I kissed both of them as the snuggled close to me waiting for me to command them. We watched shows like dexter and skins and played a little bit of call of duty zombies on the xbox. Around 8 we made some pasta for dinner. We laughed about the night before as we ate and cleaned the dishes. I couldn’t wait until we got back to the bed but then I heard the shower turn on and Sam walked in. ” we are taking showers tonight me and Alexis are taking sperate ones. Your taking 2 showers.” Winking as she walked away. Wow solo with both girls in the shower. This was going to be the best week ever.

The Heist

 

The Heist

Discover 'The Heist' by freethinker, an intriguing adult sex story that blends passion, suspense, and unexpected twists. Dive into a world of desire and intrigue—read now for an electrifying experience!<br/>

The birthday party was already in progress when Stacy arrived at her friend Melissa’s house with her two kids, Michael, 12, and Katie, 10. Stacy pulled around to the side of the house and they went in through the back gate to the pool area, where Melissa and several other mothers were supervising their kids as they played in the pool. Stacy noted the birthday cake for Melissa’s daughter, Carrie, hadn’t been cut yet, and she turned her own two kids loose to play in the pool with the rest as she walked over to greet Melissa.

Most of the dozen or so mothers were also in swimsuits, congregated in the same area of the patio. There were several clustered around Melissa’s baby, six month old Tyler, asleep on one of the chaise lounges, while the rest exchanged chitchat and sipped their drinks, nibbled hors d’ouvres, and kept an eye on the pool The kids were splashing and playing, totally oblivious of their parents, though there were several furtive glances cast in the direction of Carrie’s birthday cake.

“Hey, Stacy, glad you could make it,” Melissa said as she handed Stacy a tall glass of lemonade. Stacy took a sip, savoring the cold liquid on such a hot day, and thanked her for the drink, and the invitation.

Melissa and Stacy had been friends for several years, though not best friends, and though they normally ran in different social circles. Stacy was from a blue collar family, middle class, her father and mother both working hard and barely getting by. Melissa’s father was a diamond broker, her family well off, and though Melissa was far from being spoiled, she and Stacy had simply just never been all that close.

Their kids were, though. Michael had a preteen crush on Carrie, and Carrie loved the attention, enough that the two were almost inseparable. Michael had been thrilled to be invited to Carrie’s 12th birthday party, and had saved his allowance for weeks to get her a proper present. Watching Michael and Carrie playing in the pool, slightly apart from the others, it was obvious there was a case of budding puppy love there.

The dark van crept down the dirt track and stopped at a point just short of the eight foot chain link fence that marked the edge of the diamond broker’s property. The driver skillfully maneuvered it, turning the van around so it was headed back out the way it had come, and the seven passengers all piled out. They all wore dark clothing, though it hardly matched – some opted for dark t-shirts, one for a turtleneck, a couple for dark button front shirts; the slacks varied from blue jeans to dark blue or gray or black slacks. What they all did have in common was the black ski mask each wore rolled up at the moment as a cap; the cheap walkie-talkie each one carried; and that they were all armed with pistols, knives, and 12-gauge shotguns.

The seven gathered near the rear of the van and went over their plan again – in and out quickly, get the broker and have him open his home safe and give them the contents, take any loose jewelry or anything else they could easily carry, then meet back at the van and make their escape. They all checked their guns and extra ammunition to make sure they were ready, and easily cut a hole in the fence to get onto the broker’s property. It was an easy two hundred foot walk along a faint path to the edge of the woods, and a mere fifty yard sprint across the lawn to the house.

Hearing the noise from the pool area, five of the intruders headed that way, the high privacy fence around the pool masking their approach. Two others went to the front of the house, to insure no one inside the house would be able to escape that way. One of those stopped at the front door, and the other continued on around the house to the parking area at the end of the driveway, in front of the garage. He was surprised to see so many cars there, but figured what the hell, the more people there, the greater the take. He posted himself in a secluded spot near the kitchen door, where he could watch all the cars and the garage entrance.

The leader posted two men at the gate on the near side of the pool, and sent two others to the gat on the other side. He took a spot for himself at the back gate, directly across the pool from the main patio, and waited until all the others had checked in on the cheap walkie-talkies they all carried. He rolled his ski mask down over his face, and gave the order over the radio for everyone to move in.

The first any of the women knew of any trouble was when Stacy saw a tall man, dressed all in black, walk through the back gate and raise his shotgun in the air. “What…?” she started to ask, as the others turned to see what she was staring at. The tall figure fired the shotgun into the air, the blast echoing around the pool and sending kids screaming to the near side, close to the house, away from the gate the intruder had entered through.

One of the other moms, Karen, screamed as she saw the figure walking around the pool, and saw that other dark figures were coming through both the other gates on either side. She tried to grab her son from the pool, thinking she would make a run through the house, but one of the figures beat her to the sliding glass door and shoved her roughly back into the group of other mothers. The women milled around, pulling their kids close to them, as the leader of the robbery team walked over to them.

“Where is the owner of the house?” he demanded. Damn, he thought, they were all friggin’ women and kids, and he wanted the broker, the old man who could open the safe for them. “Where is he?”

An older woman stepped forward hesitantly. “My husband is playing golf this afternoon,” she replied, and the leader turned toward her.

“When is he supposed to be back?” he demanded. The older woman shrugged her shoulders, and he grabbed her, pulling her closer to him. “When, dammit?”

Shaking, she replied, “I don’t know…a couple of hours.” The leader, frustrated at seeing his simple in-and-out job turn into something now more complicated, grabbed the front of her bikini top to pull her closer, but merely succeeded in ripping her top off. Mortified, the woman crossed her arms over her breasts, and suddenly another, younger woman stepped forward.

“Leave her alone!” Melissa screamed, pushing Carrie and her 11 year old son David behind her. “You sonofabitch, you leave my mother alone!”

The leader, taken aback and thinking more clearly now, handed the older woman her top back, almost apologetically. All right, he thought to himself, just calm down – we can still salvage this…

“Okay, okay,” he said, looking around the group of women and children. “Okay, who put this little party together?” he asked. “I wanna know if everyone is here and accounted for – I’m gonna have my people search the house, and they don’t want any surprises.”

Melissa took a quick look around and decided it looked like everyone was there on the patio. “We’re all here,” she said, staring at the leader. “There’s no one in the house, no one else on the property…just a dog locked in the basement”

The leader gave a couple of commands over the radio to the guards at the front door and the garage area, and sent one of the others from the patio to help them search the house. Staring back at Melissa, he curtly ordered that anyone they found was to be shot. Melissa double checked, wanting to be sure no one had slipped away, and sighed with relief when she saw no one had.

“All righty then,” the leader said to Melissa’s mom, Laura. “You don’t know exactly when your old man will be back, but it should be in a couple of hours, right?” She nodded, and he continued, “Okay, do you know where his safe is?”

“It’s in his study,” she replied, “In the closet.”

“Do you know the combination?”

“N-no,” she stammered, wishing she did so she could give them whatever they wanted and get them off her property.

Damn, the leader thought to himself. “Are you expecting anyone else before your husband gets home?” he asked.

Melissa stepped forward again. “A couple of my friends might be expecting someone to come pick them up, that would be about it.” A cry from Tyler got her attention, and Melissa started to move toward the chaise lounge where he had been napping, but the leader stopped her with the barrel of his shotgun.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked gruffly.

Melissa stopped and pointed to the chaise lounge. “My baby,” she replied. “He’s waking up, and probably hungry – I’ll need to feed him.”

The leader considered it for a moment, then told her, “All right, you tell one of my men where you keep the bottles, and he’ll go get one for you – none of you is leaving this area for now.”

Melissa stepped around the barrel of the shotgun and started toward her baby. “There aren’t any bottles,” she told the leader. “I breast feed him. I would appreciate it if you could give me some privacy…”

The leader motioned one of his men to follow her. “Sorry, lady, privacy is gonna be in short supply around here for a while,” he replied. “You can sit right there and feed him, and my guy here will keep watch over you while you do.” He turned to the rest of the group, and motioned them toward the pool. “The rest of you, get into the shallow end of the pool where my people can keep an eye on you – all but you, lady.” He pointed at Laura with one hand, and waved her over to him. “You and me are gonna have a chat. The rest of you, move!”

Melissa picked up Tyler and turned away from everyone else as much as she could, lowering one side of her bikini top and offering a nipple to his mouth. Tyler latched on and began to suckle, as the rest of the group, except for Laura, waded into the shallow end of the pool. The intruders took up positions on either side of the pool, as the two who had been searching the house returned, signaling they had found no one else. The leader sent one of them to watch the front of the house and signal when anyone came up the driveway, and motioned the other to go through the clothes and purses the women had brought and see if he could find anything of value. The thug who had been assigned to watch her moved around to give himself a good view of the baby sucking at her bare breast, and Melissa glared up at him. “Do you mind?” she asked sharply.

My girlfriends hot daughter part I

 

My girlfriends hot daughter part I

Explore the tantalizing tale in "My Girlfriend's Hot Daughter Part I" by racergirl14, where desire and forbidden romance intertwine in an adult sex story that pushes boundaries. Join the adventure that ignites passion and explores complex relationships. Perfect for readers seeking an enticing and steamy narrative.<br/>

My girlfriend, her hot daughter and her best friend give me the best birthday present ever!

I awoke in bed alone, still naked and wondering if yesterday really happened? Or did I just dream that my girlfriend and her 19 year old daughter seduced me? Wracked with guilt, I sat up, trying to decide if it was real or a fantasy. Did I really screw my soon to be step daughter? Was I some kind of a perverted monster? Did I really cum inside her? Did I really enjoy it? Or had I just been dreaming about that too? Did my girlfriend really let me do all this? Did she really get off on it? God was she still going to marry me? What had I done?

I started to replay yesterday’s events in my mind, hoping that I could figure things out.

I remember lying in bed, stretching, looking at the clock that read 10:30 am. The day was wasting away, as the morning sun cast a window-shaped slash of warmth across the sheets. I turned over, and there was Madison, lying next to me, still lost in her own sleep. A lock of brown hair lay across her cheek, and I gently tucked it behind her ear. The sheet silkily molded to her curves. My feelings for Madison were hardly a secret, we had met on an online dating site, found that we had so many things in common, and it was no wonder that after only a few months I moved in with her. I wasn’t sure that my sweet Madison was the whole reason for my passion; I wanted to be a part of her family and especially to be around Trina. Madison was an animal in the sack, but it seemed like every time we got down to business my thoughts were occupied with her daughter. Yeah, I knew it wasn’t right, she was barely legal at only 19, but that didn’t stop me from pounding my big dick into Madison and wishing it was Trina.

Madison had been up front about having children from another relationship, but when I met Trina my eyes about popped out of my head. Only 19, but she had the sweetest body I had ever seen, five foot five inches of sensually curved flesh filled my thoughts every time I slid my monstrous cock into Madison, and when I came it wasn’t her that caught my load, at least not in my mind, but I guess it doesn’t matter who I was thinking of when Madison screamed out in an orgasm. I should have been content, but I wanted the dream of fucking Trina to come true, we guys seem to never be satisfied with what we have, but lust after what we shouldn’t.

Breakfast was calling me now, and I answered, gently disengaging myself from the sheets so as not to disturb Madison. I walked around the kitchen, preparing breakfast; orange juice, and bagels with cream cheese. A few minutes later, Trina appeared from her bedroom door, her eyes still dreamy with sleep, her hair mussed becomingly around her face. She had on an old tee shirt, which reached down to mid-thigh on her.

“Happy birthday Jay, do you have any big plans?” she said as she grabbed a bagel off my plate and took a bite.

“Nope think I’m just going to lounge around the house.” I said.

“That sounds kind of boring.” she said as she grabbed my juice and took a sip. I watched her swallow the sip, and imagined how good her soft lips would feel around my cock, swallowing my load.

“Jay…hey Jay…hello you ok?” I heard Trina say as I shook my head to make myself come back to reality.

“Yep, I am good!” I said with a smirk, “Do you want me to make you some breakfast?”

“Nah, think I am going to go take a shower before Jill gets here. We are going to go hang out at the pool later. If that’s ok with you and mom?” she asked.

“Okay with me.” I said.

Why wouldn’t it be okay with me? Two hot young teen agers’ half naked hanging out at our pool, just the thought of it made me start to get hard.

“Sweet thanks Jay, you’re the best.” Trina said as she leaned over, kissed my cheek, and then turned to head back to her room.

I stood in the kitchen with my glass of orange juice in hand and watched her walk. I could see the material of her panties cling to the cheeks of her ass, as her little ass swayed back and forth. I was getting drunk with lust for this young lady. I could hear her rummaging around, before she came back out and went into the bathroom, closing the door slightly behind her.

I waited for a few minutes before I walked over to the door. I peeked through the crack of the door, and watch as Trina reached into the shower, turned on the water and adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She then pulled off her tee shirt that revealed her perky breasts, and then came her pink panties. Trina then stepped into the shower, and disappeared out of my sight. I pushed the bathroom door open slowly so that Trina wouldn’t hear me; I took a step in and found her panties laying in her pile of clothes. I picked them up and brought them up to my nose and inhaled the sweet smell of her. I could feel myself becoming harder, how I wanted to climb in behind her. I could imagine her grabbing the bottle of shower gel and pouring some into her hands. My cock throbbing as I watched her rub her palms together, coating them and then began to rub my chest, then down to my stomach, then to my thighs and around my cock. Trina would guide me to turn around and then lather my back and ass. She would hand me the bottle of gel and would ask if I would mind lathering her up.

Would I mind? Hell no, I could hardly wait. I took the bottle and squeezed out a stream of gel across the top of her chest, then I began massaging the gel into her soft skin, starting at her shoulders and working my hands down to her breasts, as I smoothed the lather over her breasts, I gently cupped them in my hands and rubbed the flat of my palm over her nipples. I would caress her lovely breasts as long as I thought I could get away with it.

I had to shake myself back to reality once again as I heard Trina shut the water to the shower off. I dropped her panties back into the pile and exited the bathroom quietly before I got caught. I will admit that I have accidentally walked in on her a couple of times when I heard the shower turn off just so I could get a brief glimpse of her slick sexy naked curves, and to reinforce how badly I wanted her.

I was fully aroused and very horny. So I headed to the bedroom to see if Madison was awake yet. I walked through the door way and saw her still laying sound asleep just as I had left her. She was so beautiful laying there in peace, probably dreaming of all the dirty things she was going to do to me. It’s no wonder her daughter was so beautiful she got it from her mother. No matter what I felt for Madison I still wanted to bone her sexy daughter too. My manhood was still hard as a rock and I was still in need so I stripped off my shorts, and walked over to the bed.

“Babe?” I whispered, kissing her face. “Hey my sexy lady, wake up.”

I got nothing more than a sleepy sigh in response. I pulled the covers back from Madison’s sleeping body; I gently kissed her neck as I took my index finger and caressed my way down her spine to her ass crack, then finding my way down to her warm pussy, I rubbed her clit with my finger, then dove two fingers into her pussy.

“Umm…” Madison moaned as she arched her back and spread her legs open further. She turned her head so it was now facing me.

“Morning my sexy momma. How about a little gift for the birthday boy?” I said as I continued to slowly, and lightly stroke her pussy.

Without getting her answer, I grabbed her hips, rolled her over onto her back and forced my face between her legs and into her sexy pussy. What greeted my tongue was the sweetest, most succulent cunt. I immediately slid my tongue as far into Madison’s twat as I could trying to find her g-spot while at the same time running my fingers around to her firm ass. The fingers of my right hand had just found her sensitive puckered asshole as Madison erupted in an intense orgasm. I tried my utmost to keep up with the copious amount of fluid but soon found that my chin was dripping with her secretions.

Madison then pulled my head from between her legs and brought me up to her. I felt her soft hand on the side of my face, as I kissed her shoulder moving up towards her neck, my warm breath trailing along her smooth skin. She seemed to relax from the touch of my hot lips, pressed against hers. I felt her tongue moving between my lips, letting it slide in and I closed my lips around her tongue and sucked it quietly into my mouth, as my tongue moved into touch hers. She suddenly stopped, and pushed me onto the bed. Madison had a mischievous grin on her face, as she winked at me. She then climbed over me and slowly lowered her wide open and wet pussy onto my throbbing dick. By the time she was seated fully on my crotch I had all eight and a half inches inside her soaking cunt. I watched her eyes roll back into her head and she gave a satisfied gasp as she began to bounce up and down. I once again started to picture Trina on top of me riding me, pleasing me instead of her mother.

“Oh yes.” She hissed.

She moved up and down as my hands squeezed her bottom. She moved her hips forward as her bottom came down, pulling every bit of me she could into her. I closed my eyes and began moving with her and against her, my hard cock in her soft silky pussy. I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft.

“Wait for me.” I said

“Hurry.” She replied.

I moved my hands from her bottom to her waist, moving her up and down on my cock, pushing harder every time she came down. Madison was now moaning as her body began to shake, and lose control as she released her juices all over my cock. I felt her pussy contract one last time as I pushed deep into her, and released my load into her very wet pussy. Madison went limp on top of me, resting her head on my shoulder, and breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her fore head, as I laid there in guilt. I really loved her, but I still dreamed of her daughter. Was I a freak of nature?

“I’m going to go jump in the shower.” Madison said as she climbed off me and headed to the bathroom.

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The best train ride ever takes a turn for the worst

 

 The best train ride ever takes a turn for the worst

A continuation of my last story that mesteriously posted twice…please leave me a comment on how I can improve 🙂

I had calmed down by the next station and had just started reading my book when hayden jones stormed towards me. He had short blonde hair blue eyes and was a bit on the chubby side. Most people at school hated him because he acted gay but was straight and sang to all the Justin beiber and Hannah montanna songs, badly. I hated him because he betrayed my trust and picked on me.

He looked at me like he had just won a trillion dollars. 

” what do you want creep?” I asked him, uncomfortable with his staring.

” you should watch what You say to me. And call me master” he replied.

” fuck off. I’m not calling you anything, and you are being creepy. Staring at me like I’m a prize you just won”. 

 He sat down really close next to me. “Are you and Nathan going out now? I haven’t heard anything and it’s a little bit slutish to have sex with someone your not going out with.” he said with a grin, leaning in to whisper in my ear. I jumped up and sat on the other side of the train. 

” you watched, didn’t you! You are such a sick freak. I bet you were jealous that it wasn’t you, hey?” I accused him. He stood up and stepped in front of me. I was planing in my head to punch his balls and kick him till he blacked out. 

” yes actually! I was jealous. You are so sexy and you don’t know it. You can say hi to a guy and they will want to be with you. You don’t even realise how much influence your little smile can have.” he almost screamed at me, I was about to speak when he cut me off and continued. 

” and if one day we make one mistake, you never make the cute smile at me again. You just glare at me then smile at some other guy. You dont know how much that hurts. Knowing that I have lost my only chance with the most perfect girl in the world. So yes when I heard you scream no, I looked over to make sure you were okay. Next thing you know you are straddling him and I have my camera out filming you. Yeah I filmed the whole thing. As much as it pains me to see you with another guy I snuck closer for a better view. You two were enjoying yourselves so much, you didn’t notice me. I can use it against you though. I can get you to have sex with me. And if you don’t. The video is going on Facebook and YouTube for all to see. How do you like that?!” 

I sat there and stared. I tried to think of ways to get out of it without having sex with him. 

” can I see what you have filmed?” I asked politely. 

” I’m not that stupid. My camera is down my pants and you can only have it if you fuck me!” he said. 

Obviously he was that stupid because I now knew where it was. I stood up close to him. Pressed my body to his. I put my right leg between his legs an felt a small rectangular camera toward the back of his underwear. 

He got an excited look on his face. I pushed him down on the chair and straddled him. He looked at me like a kid on Christmas. I leaned in to kiss him but just before our lips met I screwed up my fit and punched his balls, hard. I got off him and he crumpled to the floor.

 I shoved my hand down the back of his pants and felt for the camera. I squeezed his balls with my nails hard before grabbing the camera. With that and my bag I ran off the train. I saw him puke before the train left.

 I stood at a train station complimenting myself on a job well done. I walked over the train line and waited for a bus. The next one was in ten minutes. I sat and looked at the photos on his camera.

He did have friends and judging by the wild photos, they did alot of drugs. One of the photos was a girl giving a dog a blowjob. Umm Eww. 

I had enough on here to last me the rest of the year. Then there was the video of me and nathan . It was rather blurry and you couldn’t hear any names. It really wasn’t that bad though. We looked good together. 

I found my portable hard drive and loaded the pictures on. I then deleted all the pictures on the memory card and turned the camera off.

 A train stopped behind me but I thought nothing of it until I heard ” give me my fucking camera bitch!” it was him.

 And he was furious.

 I threw his camera over the fence and it smashed on the ground. He looked up at me with pure rage and I took off. I ran down to a near by park and tried to hide.

He soon found me. I started to scream but he covered my mouth and said I would die if I didn’t shut up.

 He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my skirt. Nathan had my underwear so my bare ass and pussy was exposed to him. I heard him laugh and then a zipper sound.

Without warning he shoved his fat cock into my tight pussy. I screamed and he hit my back. He tore in and out of me, laughing menacingly.

” your pussy is still tight, even after you whoring session! But fuck his semen make nice lubricant!” Hayden said thursting deep. He continued going and I felt my body just five in.

” OOOHHH! Fuck!” Hayden screamed thrusting into me harder then he had before. He laid flat on me until he finished.

He left his deflated cock in me, trying to catch his breath.

He stood back a bit and

Just looked At me. I still hadn’t moved but could see

Him stroaking his cock. He moved back behind me and I felt him spitting.

He spat a few times in my hair. then twice more on my ass.

 He was going to anal rape me. I’d never had anal before. I was so scared it was going to hurt.

 He rubbed his spit all over my ass, gripping each cheek roughly. He shoved his finger in me.

 I screamed.

 He slapped my ass twice and hit my back several times, so hard the cheeks stung like a giant jellyfish sting and I hurt all over. I wanted to scream again but I bit on my lip and silently cried. 

He put two fingers In me this time and bent them this way and that way, trying to stretch my hole before putting his cock in. He took his fingers out my ass and shoved his penis in. He was so rough and painful. A small part of me started to enjoy it. I even found my self moaning quietly, untill he shoved his fingers ( that had just been in my ass) down my throat and said ” lick them clean”. It was so disgusting. 

 I bit down on his fingers as hard as I could. He screamed and pulled his hands way from my face. ” now your in for it whore!” he said turning me over.

 I punched him. This time in the face. He held his jaw and looked away from me. I pulled away from him straightened my skirt and kicked him in the ribs. He fell and I couldn’t resist kicking him a couple more times in the stomach and face.

 I ran down streets and side streets searching for my friend Abigail’s house because she lived the closest. I saw it and sprinted into her back yard. I had no clue whether he had followed me or not. I knocked on her back window softly. 

She opened the curtains and was surprised to see me. I motioned for her to let me in. She nodded and opened the back door. I went inside and she was closing the door when we heard him scream out my name. 

I filled with fear because he sounded right out the front. I closed the door carefully and locked all the locks the door had. We went into her room and I texted my mum saying I was spending the night at Abigail’s and asked if they could pick me up in the morning. They said okay and that I had a lot of explaining to do. 

I filled Abigail in on all the gossip. Me doing it with Nathan, kicking shit out of the pervert and him coming back to chase me like I’m an animal. I didn’t tell her about the rape. I was too ashamed. I didn’t want anyone to know he had gotten anywhere near me or worse, that I started to like it. 

We pigged out on her secret stash of chocolate and then fell asleep. Morning came and I realised the curtains were wide open. 

I went over to the curtins and there was some weird twisted silver on the ledge. Next to it was a note that said ” I found you, you whore. See you at school” I screamed and started to cry. Abigail woke up and asked what was wrong. I pointed and she started to cry to.

Showering with Jack

 

0

Explore the World of Adult Sex Story – A Portal of Tafirst noticed Jack in the locker room. He came in while I was getting into my gym clothes. I didn’t really take particular notice, since I obviously see lots of guys in the locker room, and occasionally appreciate their good looks. Little did I know how much I would appreciate Jack’s. I finished getting ready, closed up my locker, and headed out of the locker room.

As I was resting in between sets of leg lifts, I saw Jack again. He was in the middle of a set and glistening with sweat. I thought about how long it had been since I’d been attracted to a man, much less actually been with one, and felt a small stirring in the pit of my stomach. As is common for me, I was already a bit horny, given how long my wife and I often went between having sex. I was sure at that point that I would have to get off soon, or else I’d be pitching a tent for the rest of the day. I finished my workout shortly thereafter, and headed back into the locker room to get cleaned up.

I stopped for a minute on the way down and took a piss, and by the time I got back down to the locker room, Jack was already there, beginning to get undressed. I went to my locker and stripped down, trying to hurry since my cock was starting to get hard. On my way into the showers, I glimpsed Jack walking behind me, and immediately sized up his more than ample cock and flat belly. He was very cut, and I figured there was no way he would be interested in anyone who was a bit overweight like me. I made my way to the last shower on the left (for more privacy). When I was pulling the curtain closed, I just happened to catch Jack’s eyes, as he was entering the shower across the way, and lingered there for just an extra second. I thought I caught the faintest hint of a smile as he pulled the curtain in front of him, but dismissed it as nothing.

I turned around and flipped the shower to its hottest setting and went about the business of washing myself, caressing every part of my body as I did so. Now that I was cleaned up, and horny as fuck to boot, I put some body wash in my hand and started slowly stroking my now hard seven inch dick. I soon lost myself in fantasies about Jack’s hard body pressed against mine, kissing me passionately, and only came back to reality when I heard a curtain move.

I turned around and almost broke my nose on Jack’s cheekbone as he slipped into my shower stall. Startled, I tried to protest, but he just grabbed my cock and kissed me. I gave in, and responded in kind, running my fingers through his hair and pulling him towards me as our tongues duelled vigorously. I pulled away and began kissing my way downwards, wanting to feel that gorgeous cock in my throat. I kissed his cheek, and bit his neck, then stopped to tongue his nipple for a minute. At that, he let out a gasp, closed his eyes, and urged me downwards, putting pressure on my shoulders. I took my left hand off his cock, and as my head went down, it went up to replace my tongue on his chest. As I neared his package, I could still faintly smell his sweat, which only encouraged me more. I licked down the top of his shaft, pulling back his foreskin when I got to the tip, and lightly flicked my tongue back and forth across his frenulum. I then proceeded to swallow his cock whole while I gently fondled his balls. Bobbing my head up and down on his hard cock, I caressed his chest and worried his nipples with my fingertips.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t stand it any more, and had to move back up to kiss him again. As we made out, we stroked each other’s cocks and I pressed him against the wall of the shower.

I had to have him inside me, so I turned my back to him, and holding his cock with one hand, leaned back to kiss him as I lined him up with my asshole. I leaned forward and he grabbed my hips and in one smooth motion, pushed his cock past my sphincter and deep into my ass. He pulled out slowly and began fucking me steadily, increasing the pace gradually. I braced myself against the opposite wall and pushed my ass onto his cock in time with his thrusts. As I was getting closer to cumming, he reached around and began rubbing around my cock and playing with my balls. I wanted to cum with him though, so I leaned back and kissed him over my shoulder again, arching my back so I could ride his cock at the same time. We stopped kissing for a moment and I began slamming my ass onto his cock faster and faster, and he whispered in my ear “Do you want my cum in your ass, or your mouth?” I turned back towards him and mouthed “My Ass” and then nibbled on his ear. This was obviously what he had wanted to hear, because he grabbed my hips again, and as we were kissing, pulled me towards him harder and faster than ever. Only moments later, he broke away from our kissing and slammed his cock deeper than ever, hitting my prostate so hard that it pushed me over the edge. As I attacked his mouth in a fit of passion, my cock pulsed nearly in time with his as he pumped hot ropes of jizz deep into my man cunt.

I leaned back against him, exhausted, and nearly fell down as aftershocks shuddered through my body. We stood there for a minute or so, until his cock softened enough that it slipped out of my ass, and I finally turned around to face him again. We shared a look, and one last long lingering kiss, and he poked his head out of the stall to make sure the coast was clear, and then he left without another word. I cleaned myself up again, got dressed and went back to my normal routine and I only saw Jack from afar after that.

First Swing Goes bi

 

 First Swing Goes Bi

My husband and I had never done any swinging before but had talked about it many times. It was just kind of a fantasy thing that we shared. Then through a friend of ours, we were invited to what was billed as a swing party although it turned out to be more like an orgy.

The party started out mildly enough. Val, our host had only invited couples. We kept to ourselves at the beginning and found ourselves in a darkened room. We took off our clothes and tried to fit in with the groups of people in the room. That’s when I noticed one pair of couples on a mattress at the far side of the room. What surprised me was that the two girls were kissing each other and the one of the guys was sucking the other one off. I whispered to David to look and as he did, I reached down and squeezed his balls. I whispered to him that this was a lot kinkier than I thought it would be. He took hold of me and embraced me and we kissed. Then he asked me if watching them turned me on.

I just nodded yes as I again began to stare at the scene. I said, “God, look at that guy suck that cock. That’s so hot.”

David was rock hard by now and I was playing with his cock and balls as he moaned, “You get off on that man to man stuff, huh?”

I just sighed, “Oh, yes, I’ve never seen such a thing and it really turns me on.” Then as I watched the guy shoot cum all over this blond guys face, I moaned with excitement, “Oh god, David, he’s shooting his load in the guy’s mouth. God, that makes me horny.”

That’s when David entered me and began to pump me. I was so wet and so turned on by what I had seen and got a strange but exciting thought. I began to visualize David sucking a guy’s cock and watching him take his cum load into his mouth.

David moaned, “I kind of like the girl/girl thing. I think that’s pretty sexy.” I glanced at the two girls as they were embracing and kissing and I could see one girl’s hand buried in the other girl’s pussy. Then I noticed that the guy had finished unloading his cum in the guy’s mouth and one girl got up and began kissing the blond guys cum drenched face with the guys cock still in his mouth.

David began pumping me harder and I went just wild. I whispered, “Oh god honey, just look at her lick that cum off his face. God, I could really dig that. Watch you suck a juicy cock and have him cum all over your mouth and then lick it off and kiss your cum soaked mouth. Oh god, yes, that’s so hot and wild.”

This must have struck a cord with David because he bucked and came in me like crazy as he moaned, “Oh, honey, yes, tell me what you want. Tell me to suck it. You want him to fuck my mouth and shoot cum in my mouth.” Our climaxes lasted what seemed like an eternity. After we settled down, we noticed that the foursome had left and we were alone. We got up and left the room and went downstairs to the bar. We had a few drinks and talked with some of the others. I began to get horny again and I noticed David’s cock was growing in size so I knew his cock was coming back to life.

We went back upstairs and went into another darkened room. We found an empty mattress at the far end of the room and settled down. I began to stroke David and he lightly touched me back as we slowly drifted into some light foreplay. I then moved down and went down on David’s cock. I sucked his cock for a minute or so and began to think about what we saw in the other room. As I glanced up, I saw this guy, who was still half-dressed in that he had a pair of tight leather jeans on. The guy was leaning against the wall and was watching us intently. I licked up David’s shaft and then smiled at the guy. Then I move back up and kissed David full on the mouth and then stuck my tongue deep into his mouth. I knew he could taste his own cock juices and I heard him sigh. “Oh yes, honey, get me hot for it. That makes me want it. It makes me want to suck it for you.”

I knew that I had David hot for cock sucking now and I just had to make this happen. I pulled away from David and looked deep into his eyes. They were on fire with lust. I blurted out, “Will you do it for me, honey, really do it?”

David replied with a passionate, “Yes, honey, only if you watch me, help me do it, make me hot for it.” I then looked over at the guy with the leather jeans and smiled and then motioned for him to come over. A smile came across his face as he moved toward us. He began to speak, but I motioned with a finger to my lips to remain quiet. I didn’t want anything to break the passion of the moment. I lifted David off me and we both sat up. The guy began to tug at the leather clasp of his jeans but I reached up and pulled him down on his knees on the bed and said, “Let me, let us do it.”

I took hold of David’s hand and moved it up to the leather clasp. I wasn’t sure if the guy was into it so I looked up at him and smiled as I did so. He just grinned and arched his hips forward. I placed my hand behind David’s head and pushed his face down toward the man’s crotch. Again, I looked up at the man to see his reaction as I gave him a grin. He smiled back a strange kind of smile and I noticed a burning look in his eyes as he again arched his hips forward thrusting his leather clad crotch into David’s face. To my surprise, David stuck his nose up to the leather bulge in his pants and then licked the leather. My emotions stirred wildly as I saw David’s saliva glistening along the black leather bulge that seemed to grow larger as David continued to lick up and down.

David then paused and I was amazed at the wild look in his eyes as he struggled with the leather clasp. His mouth was opened and his tongue protruded slightly from his mouth as he licked his lips in anticipation of sucking his first cock. I was on fire as I began to use my own hand on myself as I watched in anticipation. David finally released the clasp and pulled on the man’s leather waist-band and I stared intently as the mushroom tip of the man’s penis peeked over the top of the waistband. David bent over and licked up from the still leather covered shaft to the tip of the man’s penis. As he did so, the man let out a moan. I could see traces of David’s saliva on the now exposed tip. David pulled down harder on the tight leather jeans and soon all of hardness was exposed. David continued to lick the thick silky shaft and as he pulled the leather jeans down further, I could now see David running his tongue all the way down the man’s seven hard inches to the sack of balls hanging at the base.

I watched closely, my own pussy on fire, as David ran his tongue along the man’s balls and then took one of them into his mouth. It was really hot seeing my husband with a man’s balls stuffed in his mouth. “Oh yes, honey, do him, suck his cock for me”, I cried out.

David let the man’s balls fall from his mouth and slid his tongue all the way up the shaft. Then, I sighed again as I watched and I saw the mushroom tip disappear into David’s mouth. God what a great turn on, watching my husband suck a hard cock. “Oh yes David, suck it, harder, feel how hard it is in your mouth. It’s so hot watching you suck it, I can see it in your mouth, I love to see it slide between your lips, it’s so hot baby, it’s so hard in your mouth, oh god baby, suck it for me, suck his big cock.” I was going crazy watching inch after inch slide between David’s lips only to see it slide back out to the point where the now purplish tip came into view, poised at David’s open mouth, and then plunge back in. David continued to suck faster and more wildly.

Just then, a girl came over and said, “So there you are” to the man that was now fucking my husband’s mouth. As she noticed who was sucking him, she giggled, “Oh baby, I know you like blow jobs, but this is pretty kinky, oh yes, really kinky.” Then she looked at me and gave me kind of a strange twisted smile as she knelt down on the mattress so she could watch David closely. “I always wanted to watch Mick get a blow job from a guy. That’s a really hot mouth he’s got there. Oh yes, Mick, let him have it. Stick that big hard cock of yours into his mouth. Fuck his mouth like you fuck my pussy.”

Hearing this girl describe this scene the way she did really was getting me off and I had my first climax as I heard her say “fuck his mouth.”

“Oh yes, honey, he’s so hard, he’s fucking your mouth so hard, it’s so hot watching him fuck your mouth, I want to see him fuck your mouth so hard, I love it, god it makes me so hot, I want to see him shoot, yes, baby, make him shoot his cum in your mouth, oh yes, baby, I want to see cum on your lips, I want to lick his cum from your mouth.”

David went wild as he heard me and Mick began to buck as well. He was pushing his cock deep into David’s mouth and David sucked him harder. Then the guy let out a deep groan and I knew he was about to blast off down my husband’s throat. The idea that another man was going to shoot his cum load down David’s throat was such a turn on, but I wanted to see him shoot his load on his face like the guy we watched before. I cried out, “Back off, let me see it shoot in your mouth.” As David heard me cry out, he backed off and took his hand and pumped the man’s shaft while his tongue swirled around the purplish tip. Then I heard another groan from the guy followed by a loud splash as I watched a huge load of creamy white cum gush out all over my husband’s tongue. David swirled his tongue around and then closed his mouth and rubbed the spurting tip all over his lips. Gooey cum spurted all over his cheeks and his lips and was oozing down his chin. I came again as I rubbed myself violently as I watched the hot cum spill out all over David’s face.

The girl had begun to rub herself as well and just as her boyfriend came, she moaned and bucked as well. “Oh yes, Mick, fuck his face, cum all over his face, shoot that spunk all over his face, that’s it Mick, cum hard baby, shoot it in his mouth.”

Once I calmed down from my latest orgasm, I realized that Mick must have finished as David, cum all over his lips and dripping down his chin, now had Mick’s limp cock between his lips. I moved up and licked a big glob of the cum off David’s chin and then rubbed more on my face as I placed my mouth on David’s still cock filled mouth. As he felt me, he let the now flaccid cock fall out of his lips and his cum splattered lips met mine in a deep tongue dueling kiss. We shared the cum as we swirled our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths and soon, David laid me down and entered me. Our lips remained locked in a cum soaked kiss as David humped me wildly and shot his own load inside me in seconds. I had another climax as I felt David stiffen and shoot his cum into me as I still savored the taste of Mick’s cum on his mouth.

Eighty One – Pt. 03

Leaving the bathroom, fresh from her shower, Laura entered the bedroom. Andrew looked up from his laptop and watched her. She paused as she passed the long mirror just inside the door, before looking down at the freshly denuded area between her legs. She had to admit that Mason was right, it did look good. Slipping her hand down she confirmed that it felt good too.

“What do you think?” She asked turning to face the bed.

“I like it. You should have done it before. Was that one of his orders too?”

“Sort of, but I think you’ll be the one to reap the benefits.”

“Your backside’s still marked. Does it hurt?”

“No, actually. Not at all.” She made her way back to the mirror and turned to look over her shoulder. She slid her hands over her buttocks and massaged the soft flesh. Faint bruising remained the only physical evidence of her ordeal but her memories would last much longer. The initial pain had soon subsided leaving a hot prickly sensation which, she had to admit, she’d found quite pleasant.

“We’ve had a few more moves.” He showed her the board. As always it meant nothing to her.

“And what’s the outcome, are you winning?”

“Too early to tell but we’re doing all right. Lost another pawn though. That’s two you have to find now.” He looked at her as he passed the news, ready to judge the reaction.

“It doesn’t matter. We have a secret weapon to use against him, ‘Super Abbie’. She’s going to help me find out who might have the pieces.”

“Abbie knows about this?”

“There wasn’t much option. I think she first suspected something unusual when she heard me screaming my head off as some thug whacked my backside.”

“I see what you mean,” he said, laughing, “so it’ll be the four of us then on Team Laura.”

“What do you mean?”

“Me, you, Alice and Abbie. Working together to win the game.”

“You have to win it on the board, you can leave the rest to us women.”

“I don’t think so. I’m going to make sure that you see this through and return the pieces. Graham called me today after he’d spoken to you. By the way, I think he was impressed with your handling of this mornings little incident. Anyway I got the impression that he really wants you to succeed with all this and implied that I should play a part in making sure that you do.”

“What? What do you mean, your my husband. You’re supposed to be here to help me not him.”

“I know that, and I am here to help you, of course I am, but it might not always seem like it.”

“Like how, for example?”

“Well the obvious one is, say things get on top of you and in the heat of the moment you want to quit. What should I do? Support you and let you give away your shares or force you to carry on and let you thank me later?” There was no answer to that. Of course she would want him to make her carry on. “I don’t have a role in this beyond trying to win the game on the board and supporting you in the game off the board.”

“Are you saying that you’re happy for me to be treated like I was this morning? Do you know how humiliating it was being spanked by a stranger and how embarrassing it was facing Abbie afterwards?”

“I’m not saying I’m happy about it. I’m just saying that there don’t seem to be many options at the moment apart from playing along. And we’ve been together long enough now for me to know that your objections to being treated like that were probably not one hundred percent genuine. Am I right? Wasn’t there just a hint of a fantasy fulfilled?”

“Of course not. Don’t be so stupid.” She sounded genuine enough but still felt the flush in her neck and cheeks.

Andrew tried to reassure her. “Not knowing how this will pan out is scary, I know that. But what are you scared of most, being forced to do things or having your secret exposed and admitting that you enjoyed it?”

Lying awake in bed while sleep eluded her Laura mulled over their conversation and what Andrew had said. Of course he was privy to her secret thoughts as she was to his. He knew of her inclination for the unusual things in life. What her friends regarded as the normal elements of a relationship didn’t seem quite enough to her even if she couldn’t quite put her finger on that elusive missing part. Would he now use those secrets against her and share them with Weston?

She couldn’t let herself believe that Andrew would divulge her secret thoughts–he loved her. He wasn’t an uncaring person; he didn’t only act in his own self interest. Surely he would see this as a shared challenge and guide them through the uncertain times with what was best for her at the forefront of his mind. But wasn’t that the danger? Now they were aware of how Weston and his colleagues conducted themselves toward women, might he match their needs to hers? What he thought was best may be too much for her. Would she be brave enough to see this through and live up to his expectations?

She wanted to play her part in the game, however wacky it may be. In the end she would get her reward, she would make sure of that. She knew how vulnerable she was and it frightened her and there was no doubt that she was in for a rocky ride. Even so, the fear and anticipation combined to generate that familiar tightening in her throat and suggestive itch between her legs.

7

Laura called Abbie into her office, her obvious excitement getting the better of her.

“Abbie, look at this,” she said passing her a formal looking document. “The jewellery people loved the proposals, we’ve got the contract.”

“Wow, well done you.” She scanned down the sheet. “Oh my god! They’re going to pay that much? I assume I’ll be in line for a huge Christmas bonus due to my enduring moral support.”

“Of course not but I might reconsider my decision to fire you instead.”

“Oh thank you Ma’am. My lazy husband and seven kids will be so grateful. We could even upgrade to a bigger slum.”

“They want a full presentation with all the details. What have we got on in the short term?” Abbie rushed back to her desk, returning shortly with her tablet. A couple of quick taps produced the calendar.

“There’s nothing pressing that you couldn’t pass to one of the others. You’ll want to handle the Hampton’s thing yourself, that’s in four weeks.”

“Brilliant. Can you get back to Simpson’s then and set that up for about three weeks time. If there’s a problem go for slightly longer rather than any less, we need time to get this just right.”

“Will do. Anything else?”

“Yes, can you go and see Shaun Cooper to check what he’s working on, we’ll need him on this.”

“Oh, do I have to?”

Laura tried to reassure her. “Yes, go on. He’s all right, he’s just a bit of a geek, that’s all.”

“He looks at me funny, gives me the creeps. I don’t know why you took him on.”

“Yes you do, because he’s the best geek around. Now off you go and none of your chat up lines, you know office romances always get complicated.”

“You’re so gross.” As she reached the door Laura called after her.

“And by the way, I’m meeting Alice for lunch, fancy joining us?”

“Sorry, I would have loved to but I can’t today, I’m taking my mum to have an eye check, thanks anyway.” Abbie picked up the notepad from her desk before returning to Laura.

“Despite the shameful way you treat me I’ve been doing some research into this pawn you have to find.”

“It’s two now. Andrew lost another one last night.”

“Bloody hell. Does he know what he’s doing?”

“He seems pretty confident, says it’s normal to loose bits in any game.”

“Oh well, It’s not my arse on the line. Anyway it’s really hard when there’s nothing to go on and no idea where to look. All I’ve come up with so far are these.” Laura took the pad and read through Abbie’s notes. “There’s an old fashioned pawn shop in Southwark who use the phrase ‘Searching for Pawn?’ in their advertising. That’s their number, might be worth a call. The next one,” she pointed it out with her pencil, “might be more what you’re looking for. There’s a sex shop in a place called Pawn Lane. The address and number are there. And the last one–I love this–didn’t know there was such a thing. There’s a pub along the river called The White Pawn. And get this, the last Thursday of the month they have an amateur striptease night. The winner gets a prize.”

“You’re kidding!” Laura doubted it to be true.

“Nope. The details are there have a look for yourself. Just think, you might be able to pop down there, get your kit off, better than anybody else of course, and win a pawn.” Laura slowly shook her head from side to side, unconvinced that these things actually happened.

“Worth a try,” Abbie said, “but I’ll carry on looking just in case you don’t win.”

“You’re loving this aren’t you?”

“Not at all it’s just retribution for sending me to the geek cave. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes you’d better come looking for me.”

8

Two trendy slate platters arrived at their table, both piled high with club sandwich, fashionably fat chips and avocado salad. They loved the place. The small café was tucked away in a side street off the tourist routes but handy for them both to walk from their offices.

Half the tables were occupied, mainly by office workers in suits, some tapping away on their laptops, taking advantage of the free wifi,. The waiter soon returned carrying their usual: two large coffee’s. That was another aspect of the place which influenced their decision to return: there was no need to study the menu they just ordered their favourite.

After catching up with each others news Alice got round to what she was dying to ask.

“So how’s the chess going?”

“He’s lost two pawns now, which apparently is normal, and says he’s in a good position on the board.”

“And have you got anywhere with finding out where they are, or who’s got them?”

“Not really but Abbie’s been looking for ‘lines of enquiry’ as the police put it and come up with these.” She dug deep into her bag for the notes. “A sex shop, a pawn shop and an amateur striptease night at a pub, all with ‘pawn’ connections.”

“Let’s have a look,” Alice said, giggling. Laura handed her the notes which she slowly read. Her expression turned from humorous to thoughtful as she read. “And what did they say?”