Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 THE PARTY-CHAPTER VI-ANNIE AND I ARE SEPARATED After Annie and I had said our “thank-yous” to the departing driver, our host dug into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and produced a black magic marker not unlike a Sharpie pen. He instructed Annie to stand before him with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs slightly spread. As she complied, he proceeded to draw the number three in four locations on Annie’s perfect skin: her right shoulder, her left hip, her right ass cheek and, finally, just above the nipple of her left breast. His hand rested comfortably for an extended moment on her left breast as he drew the number and Annie’s nipples responded instantly. I could tell that she was already excited to near orgasmic fervor from her previous maltreatment by the…
The Party Ch. 06
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 THE PARTY-CHAPTER VI-ANNIE AND I ARE SEPARATED After Annie and I had said our “thank-yous” to the departing driver, our host dug into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and produced a black magic marker not unlike a Sharpie pen. He instructed Annie to stand before him with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs slightly spread. As she complied, he proceeded to draw the number three in four locations on Annie’s perfect skin: her right shoulder, her left hip, her right ass cheek and, finally, just above the nipple of her left breast. His hand rested comfortably for an extended moment on her left breast as he drew the number and Annie’s nipples responded instantly. I could tell that she was already excited to near orgasmic fervor from her previous maltreatment by the…
If I Tell The Truth
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It would be at least another three days before Rebecca would talk to me. I could guarantee that. Yes, last night had been embarrassing for her. I’d gone off at her in public, but she’d deserved it. She’s a pretty girl and is constantly flirting with younger men. I’ve grown tired of issuing her with warnings about such behaviour. Now she’d thrown a tantrum a two-year-old would be proud of and had stormed off to her favourite refuge, the Shopping Mall. Fortunately, early in our relationship, I’d had the foresight to insist the bank limit her credit card to $1000. Yes, I’m a Merchant Banker, and so I earn a good income, but she has no idea how hard I have to work and how stressful having a career can be. She doesn’t pay the bills. In…
Humiliated Stable Sissy
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 After a long week at work, I was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxing in front of the TV with a beer, but my fairy godmother had other ideas. “Good morning sissy,” came her stern voice as soon as I woke up Saturday morning. I whimpered, immediately knowing I was in for a humiliating weekend. She frowned, not pleased with my whimpering. She’s an older woman, dressed smartly and respectfully, who appears on my left shoulder, like an angel. She tutted at me and shook her head as I curtsied apologetically. “In the shower now, sissy. And bring your paddle.” I curtsied again, picked up my horrible paddle and minced downstairs, making sure to keep my hands above my waist, palms turned out. Why am I so powerless to say no to her? “Its been…
First Time at Hedonism – Day 03
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Day three at Hedonism — the adults only all inclusive that would become infamous for adult behavior and debauchery but hadn’t yet when we booked the trip — and we were really getting into the whole attitude of the place. We woke up with pounding hangovers and yet still managed to have energetic sex after downing a few aspirin. The combo of the analgesic and the athletics seemed to help. We had promised Brenda and Dan that we would go on a diving trip with them, and barely made it to the boat in time. We hadn’t showered and smelled like sex, and Dan and Brenda laughed about our state but weren’t in much better shape themselves. Sherry had always been prone to sea sickness but the combination of a good quality morning joint and some fairly…
I Owe It All To Jimmy
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It all started innocently enough. My friend Jimmy and I had been down at the river horsing around and both of us wound up soaked from head to toe. His house was only a short distance so we hopped on our bikes and sped off. When we arrived there wasn’t anyone home. He handed me a towel and told me to take my shower first. Jimmy said he would grab some clothes for me and leave them in the guest room. I cleaned off the muck of the river and after turning off the water and wrapping the towel around my waist I padded off to the guest room. There were clothes on the bed as promised but not quite what I had expected. I thought it was a joke so I picked up the pretty lace…
I Found a Man
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Author’s note, Thanks to all my followers and the wonderful comments on my stories. Please excuse all my grammar and spelling mistakes. I am not a writer and only wished to tell this life journey of Robyn and give her a special life. This story continues and ends for my girl. She has become what he always felt she was, “a woman”. My first two stories explain how she has progressed to this point and I hope you enjoy my conclusion. (I know I did! It is a little long, but I wanted to build up a perfect ending for her. Kiss, Kiss, LOL) ***** I gazed into the mirror at my naked face and smiled at how much I’ve changed. My features were now totally feminine, thanks to my mother genes and some surgery to enhance…
Fatima Sayyid of Vanier Ch. 03
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “The best part of waking up is your man’s tongue up your butt,” Fatima Sayyid said to herself, and the tall, curvy Arab gal purred with contentment. For the first time in a while, her day was starting right. Life isn’t easy for immigrant women living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. It’s a good thing Fatima likes to make her own fun. Face down and big ass up, the voluptuous, bronze-skinned and raven-haired beauty was enjoying smooth pleasure of the most wondrous kind. For a handsome Haitian brother named Raul James held her big ass cheeks wide open, and buried his tongue up her asshole. And the young man couldn’t get enough of the way Fatima’s ass smelled and tasted… “Give me that booty juice,” Raul said, playfully slapping Fatima’s ass cheeks, and then he continued…
Fifteen Minutes Ch. 02
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 CHAPTER TWO — THAT FATEFUL NIGHT A New Start “I don’t understand!” Nate spat out the words. “You don’t?” Madison asked in a matter of fact way. It surprised her how cool she felt about this. She and Nate had enjoyed some fun times in their three months together. Heck, the four of them had. Ethan and Peaches had become inseparable from them and most things were done as a foursome. But her mind was made up. “I’ve explained it twice,” she continued, keeping her voice calm and flat. He ran a hand through his dark hair. Why did she want to end their relationship right now? It didn’t make sense. Just because they’d got up to some drunken fun last night, she was coming over all high and mighty. What did it matter which of them…
How I Met My Shemale Pt. 03
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It was early in the morning after a satisfying sleep. The cadence of bird sounds gave way to the rise and fall of passing cars below. Check out time wasn’t for hours, but deadlines always bothered me. Cheryl slept soundly. I wondered what mood she would wake up in after my misconduct of the night before. Lord, but she was beautiful. I was in love with every inch of her curvaceous form. I ran my fingers though her silky locks, baring her pretty face. Her lips were full and so very sensual in the light of the day to come. A stray strand of hair tickled her delicate nose. Curious at the private joy of surveying her, I caressed the small of her hip, and kissed her. Her response was immediate. Smiling, she returned my kiss; turning…