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Michael trudged slowly into the crowded city bar. It was Friday evening and it had been a tough week, he needed a stiff drink before heading home. As he fought his way through the throng of early evening revelers towards the bar, he noticed several of his work colleagues drinking and laughing. They had not seen him and he had no desire to engage in the social chit-chat that inevitably involved long, protracted conversations about work. Finding a space at the end of the bar, he perched himself on a high stool and attracted the attention of the bar tender.
"Evening Mike, what'll it be?"
"Hi Phil. Beer please and a shot on the side."
"Hmm, sounds like a hard week!" said the bar tended as he flipped the top off the beer bottle and placed it in front of Mike together with a small glass of whisky.
"Yeah, thanks Phil, it sure has." Mike sighed and swallowed half the beer in one gulp, quickly followed by the entire contents of the shot glass.
"Again please, Phil!"
As the bar tender refilled his glasses, Mike looked around him. About six yards away from him sat a dark-haired woman in a sharp business suit sipping a glass of white wine. Mike guessed she must be around her late thirties. Probably waiting for her old man to join her for a drink after work, he thought, turning away. Not seeing any other obviously unattached females, he turned back to the bar where Phil had placed his fresh drinks. Suitably fortified by the first whisky still burning in his stomach, Mike now slowed his drinking considerably, taking his time and savouring the pleasant taste. Pulling out his daily newspaper, he turned to the crossword puzzle.
After fifteen minutes and only six clues of the crossword solved, Mike was finding it hard to concentrate. It was almost as if someone was watching him. He raised his head from the paper and, again looked around. This time his attention was caught by the woman at the bar. She smiled at him as their eyes met. Mike could see that her glass was empty and she was still alone. Perhaps her old man had stood her up, he thought. Draining his own glass, he took a deep breath and walked over to her.
"Hi. I'm Mike. Can I get you another drink?"
(tale # 21) get full text ... Tera patrick gets nude on the stairs.
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As Miss Simons walked through her house door, her mind and body ached terribly. It was an instant reminder of what she had witnessed tonight, and it made her want to cry. She had never been so used and humiliated like this before.
Dropping the keys she went straight for the shower. She desperately needed to wash off the disgust.
The warm water felt good on her skin as she tried to clear her mind. The mind that held knowledge of the nights degrading activities. She had to keep her mind clear of them, or she would go insane.
The soreness of her breasts lessened from the gentle shower spray. Her hand slowly reaching down to feel her tender stretched pussy. Quickly the image of that terrible black dildo popped into her head and she quickly shook it away.
Turning around, she allowed the warm water to flow over her back. She noted that her behind was still a little sore. She could still feel the stings from Trish's strong hand.
Taking some soap she began lathering up her hands before washing her face. She needed to clean that first. It was still sticky with Amber's juices. "Gosh Amber! How could I?" Mrs Simons couldn't help but remember the look on Amber's pretty face. A look of heat and desire as the former coach lowered her willing tongue to her....to her.....
Again she shook the memory away and moved down to wash her breasts. They indeed were still very soar as well. Miss Simons cringed as she remembered the cruel plastic stick. She continued to wash and sooth her large breasts for a few minutes before moving on.
Finally she had reached her poor vagina. It was still terribly stretched from the evil dildo. Easily 3 fingers slipped inside as she felt a sob coming on. "How could Trish be so demented?" She cried. "How could she use me like that and humiliate me in front of all those other women.....black women?"
At that moment the former coach could feel her pussy tingle. "Dame it stop that!" She yelled at herself. She knew why her pussy was tingling and she hated herself for it. The fact of the matter was that she had actually enjoyed being humiliated before all those strange black faces. She had wallowed in the expressions on their faces as she made a spectacle of herself for Trish.
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Julie had been on the phone for hours who could she be possibly be talking to for this amount of time. I was trying to work on my book, I kept being distracted with Julie pacing up and down the hallway the conversation sounded interesting, every time I gestured to Julie who was it on the other end she just waved at me, turned and kept talking. I think Julie finally understood that I was finding it hard to concentrate, and moved to the bedroom to continue her conversation.
Writers block can be hell and I certainly have had my fair share of it, my eyes were dry and irritated staring into a computer screen for hours on end. I was so focused on trying to find the right phrase I had not noticed Julie was still talking on the phone. I swivelled around on my chair to catch her attention, she had been on the phone a long time, and instead she caught mine. I could see her through the bedroom door, still engaged in the conversation, she was admiring her body in the full length mirrors of the built in robes, I watched as she ran her hands over her blouse and turned to check to see if her butt look good in jeans, then she walked to the dressing table rummaging around in the top draw. Returning to the mirrors with a pair of earrings, she put them on and turned her head from side to side admiring them.
I watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her jeans, she parted her legs and placed her hands on her hips, she pulled at her tummy and flicked her hair across her shoulders, it was amusing watching my wife checking out her body, it reminded me of some one buying a car, going over the body to see if there were any blemishes. I heard Julie say goodbye, and I quickly turned back to my computer making it look like I had been working all the time, expecting Julie to come in and tell me who she had been talking too
A few minutes had passed and Julie had not come in to the room, I turned to see watch she was up to, she was again in front of the mirrors except this time she was wearing a pink lacy bra and matching panties, I watched her pull the bra under her breasts making them push up and outward, she ran her hands gently across her nipples, she stood side on and indulged herself at how they looked, I had a perfect view I could see the front of her body in the refection of the mirrors as well as see the back of her. Julie cupped her breasts and squeezed them, stimulating her nipples with her thumbs and fingers, she ran her hands down her sides and along her legs to her knees and then moving them back up along her smooth inner thighs, she reached her panties and pulled them to one side, her fingers darting across her pussy, she stroked her trimmed blonde pubic hair, I watched as she enjoyed her own touch. Julie then stopped and walked out of my view, I assumed she had decided to go into the bathroom to finish off what she had started.
I was about return to my writing when I heard a whipping noise from the bedroom, I turned around to see what was going on, there was Julie standing in front of the mirrors with a cat of nine tails in her hands, she slowly swayed back and forth whipping her pussy and arse, her muffled groans only interrupted by the sound of leather against flesh.
Julie took of her panties and turned herself around bending over so she could view her pouting pussy in the mirrors, she spread her legs and placed the nine tails between them alternatively hitting the inside of her thighs. She then turned the whips attention to her pussy and arse, swinging the whip so that it hit the length of her cunt and the edge of the tails catching her buttocks. Each slap increased in force, her hips synchronized with each swing moving faster with the intensity of her pain. Julie was so close I knew she wanted to cum, as her cheeks reddened and her passion grew, it would be harder for her to reach orgasm as her mind traded off the pleasure of an orgasm for the pleasure of the pain.
Julie stoped whipping herself, she grabbed the handle of the cat and nine tails and pushed it deep into her wanting hole, pumping up and down as fast as she could, she ached and needed the relief, she pumped her pussy and spanked her hand across her arse dragging her nails deep into her cheeks, her knees started to shake, Julie rammed the whips handle in as deep as it would go and held it there, her legs closed around it, and her body moved up and down, she was biting her bottom lip, holding her cries of pleasure deep within her throat. Her body shaking involuntary, her juices flowed, her orgasm erupting deep inside, when the shaking stopped she pulled her make shift dildo from her still wanting cunt, she pinched her clit with her finger and thumb drawing every last ounce of pleasure from its swollen head, finally she slumped on the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning Julie was unaware that I had been the number one ticket holder to her show the night before, I would keep it that way, as I did not want her to close the door next time. "Who was on the phone last night," I inquired. Julie explained it was a girlfriend called Linda she went to University with, they had gone their own ways and lost contact over the years. "So why the sudden phone call," I asked. "Divorce" Julie replied. "Linda has recently divorced, and she tracked our number down, she is only in the next State and thought we should catch up for old time sake, so I invited her to stay this weekend, if that's ok?" "Sure" I replied. The thought of having two women in the house catching up on old times, giggling and carrying on wasn't my idea of a fun time, it would mean that I could watch the football on Saturday with out too many disturbances I guess.
It was Friday night and Linda was due to arrive, Julie had read me the riot act, no burping or farting in front of the guest. Julie was arranging the flowers when the doorbell rang; Julie checked her hair and makeup in the hall mirror and went to open the door. I could hear them laughing all the way down the hallway. Linda this is my husband Peter, " please to meet you Peter," Linda said, I shook her hand and took her bags up to the guest room, my god what a spunk I thought. I was excited having a gorgeous woman in the house this weekend and sleeping so close to our bedroom, like all men it doesn't matter how great your wife looks, how good the sex is, when a pretty woman comes to stay all logical thinking goes out the window and the drooling school boy returns.
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For the last couple of months the tension had been mounting in our house, I had completed my book and sent it to my agent Bob Hanks, the days dragged out as I waited for a telephone call from him. My next book idea on hold no point in starting to write something no one wanted, it was becoming harder to fill my days. I found myself wondering around the backyard day dreaming of Julie and our sexual exploits, she would arrive home after work and I couldn't keep my hands off her, I knew it was beginning to annoy her.
The telephone rang and my heart raced, I rushed to it and picked it up, " Hi Peter its Bob, I am afraid I have bad news your book was rejected by the ten publisher's, I'm sorry, Pete are you there? Pete,"
"yeh I'm here Bob what was the problem," no problem it's just the markets flooded with murder mysteries and these guys don't feel comfortable publishing an unknown, I really am sorry,"
"thanks Bob." I hung up the phone I sat dejected on the floor, all the long hours, the sleepless nights, the sacrifices of having only one income, how dare they fuck up my life, who the fuck do they think they are? This cant be happening to me, not me.
Julie arrived home from work, she passed the empty Scotch bottle on the kitchen table, she found me hunched on the kitchen floor. "Peter what's wrong?" she inquired, before I could answer she knelt down beside me and held me in her arms, "there's lots of other publisher's or maybe we could self publish the book?" Words jumbled in my head the only noise my mouth released was a pitiful groan. Days melded into weeks and I sloughed around the house wallowing in self-pity, I had hit rock bottom, Julie had tried to lift my spirits, it was useless nothing could snap me out of my depression.
I heard Julie's car pull up I glanced at the clock, 1.30 pm, a strange time for Julie to be home I thought. Her car door slammed followed by Julie running up the steps, she slammed the front door and race into where I was sitting, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down the stairs into the basement, she fumbled with the keys to the heavy steel door, she unlocked it and dragged me inside slamming the door behind her. " Now your going to snap out of this, do you hear me?" she yelled. Julie ripped off her clothes and handed me a large wooden ruler, " now I am sick of your piss weak attitude, you need to get angry, now stop being so pathetic and fucking take it out on me."
I stood there not being able to look Julie in the eyes, with my head bowed, I replied "Julie I don't think I'm up to this.' Julie ignored me, she walked up to a wall and placed her wrists into the shackles, she pulled at the chains, testing their strength. "Peter get over here now and spank me." I hit her across her buttocks a couple of times, my heart wasn't in it." Julie raised her voice at me, "your not half the man I married, you cant write, wasting you time fucking around making up stories, who does that?" I whacked her across her arse this time with more force, " that didn't hurt," Julie laughed out, I hit again harder this time, she just giggled, I draw the ruler back and hit her harder leaving a long red mark across her arse. " That's it hurt me Julie cried, come on you bastard, fucking give it to me.
I whacked the ruler across her arse a few more times, I could feel the rage oozing out of me, Julie kept taunting me, I felt the anger building into a crescendo, I spun her round and slapped her tits with the ruler she winced and then spat in my face, I spun her round again slapping her arse. "You don't scare me, if you really were a man you fuck me up the arse," Julie shouted. I pushed her body up against the wall its coldness sharpening her nipples, I pulled my cock out from my jeans and shoved into Julie's anus, I pushed it in deep. Call me names, show me what a big man you are" Julie gasped to get the words out, I grabbed her hair and pump my dick into her tight hole my balls slapping against her arse, " you fucking slut, you're a whore , Ill fuckin show you who is a man," as I uttered those words a warmness built up in my ball bag and I shot my load deep into Julie's arse, as she felt my warm cum splash inside her Julie screamed with delight, we both pushed against each other harder, until we were spent.
I love my wife, who else would taunt me into giving her pain, so I would become angry, sure pain was her pleasure, she made a sacrifice that day for me that I would never forget, she saved me. I underlined the sentence and closed my journal, my trusty journal I thought, my life in words and memories jotted into a dishevelled book, I cherished this stupid little book, I put it in my desk draw, and went to make some coffee, Julie would be home soon.
(tale # 24) get full text ... Secretary stuff a dildo in her pussy at the office.
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The sea was flat the suns reflection bouncing of its calmness the heat penetrating onto my back, time to turn I shuffled my body so my naked skin would not touch the scorching sand, I looked over at Linda and Julie they had both fallen asleep, " hey guy's wake up you'll burn," I nudged Julie with my elbow, she sat up, "ouch, oh that's interesting," Julie whispered, part of her buttock had touched the sand. Julie turned to Linda and spoke "hey I bet you I can sit on the hot sand longer than you can?" " your on replied" Linda. Both women placed their naked arses gently on the sand, I laughed as they both wiggled their cheeks side-to-side trying to avoid the heat from the sand. " That's cheating, sit down properly the both of you," I chortled, both women pushed their arses firmly into the sand, Julie held her breath and Linda bit her lip, they couldn't take it much longer I thought.
Linda jumped up and ran down to the water, the echoes of bitch leaving her mouth Julie quickly followed, they sat in the shallows whooshing their bums in the water, cooling them down. Julie and Linda played in the water for hours petting each other, splashing and laughing, diving in between each other's legs and hoisting each other into the air. The sun was setting and I called out that I would venture back to the house and organise dinner. I pulled the cork out of the wine, the sun had almost gone Julie and Linda were still on the beach deep in conversation, their hands gesturing that the subject was an interesting one, I rang the bell they both looked up gathered their gear and headed back towards the house still continuing the conversation.
The mood for dinner seemed solemn, Julie and Linda were very quiet, the sun and sea must have taking out the sting I thought. After dinner Julie said she was taking a shower and asked if I wanted to join her. The cool water cascading over our bodies felt great, it was nice to escape the heat. " I need to ask you something Peter," Julie said. "Sure, what is it?" Julie explained to me that Linda was intrigued about how turned on Julie became having her arsed pained, and that Linda had admitted that the hot sand stinging her own arse had made her wet, I listened closely,
"She wants to experience the feeling of the pain and pleasure," Julie explained. "No problem, Ill sleep in one of the others rooms for the night," I replied. " Peter you don't understand, I told her you had to do it that way she would feel what I felt, will you do it?" My eyes widened and I kissed Julie my hands wandering down to her pussy, "that's a yes then I take it, I am glad I told Linda you would." Julie pulled my hand from her shaved love mound, "now stop that you need to conserve you energy for later tonight."
Julie was in the bedroom setting things up, Linda and I sat at the dinner table not speaking, the atmosphere was a little awkward, we had shared great sexual pleasures, however it had been the three of us, now Linda and I would be alone together sharing in an intimate journey, one which she would lay her trust in me. "Ready," Julie called out, Linda looked at me her pupils wide her eyes searching into me, I felt they were touching my soul, it was the first time I had seen Linda timid, almost nervous, I held out my hand and led Linda up the stairs into the bedroom.
Julie had laid out an arrangement of whips across the bed along with two silk scarves, we walked into the room, the door closing behind us, and I could hear Julie walking back down the stairs. Linda pulled the clip from her head releasing her long red hair, " if you don't want to do this," I started to say, Linda placed a finger over her lips "sshh, I want to," Linda responded, she removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed on all fours. I tied her hands with the silk scarfs and attached the other ends to the bed posts pulling her arms tight, this forced Linda's head down and her arse to push up, my eyes looked over the assortment of whips, I picked up the riding crop, this will do it I thought.
Thwack.
"Oh fuck that hurt," Linda shouted.
I whacked the crop across her arse again and again, Linda lifted her head with each stroke gritting her teeth, holding her cries from coming out. My strokes had been short and swift, I wanted to ease Linda into it slowly, and now I pulled my arm back and drew the crop harder and longer against her silky arse, once, twice, three times, tears started to run down Linda's face, " are you okay? Ill stop." I implied, Linda lifted her head and looked at me staring deep into my eyes, her mascara trickling down her face, her red lipstick smudged, "no I want you to do me like you do Julie," she whimpered.
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