Chapter 9 Vidya Ketteridge—Fucking the Belly Dancer Vidya Ketteridge was from the sub-continent of India by way of Britain where she had married the weasel, St. John Ketteridge. He married her for her money. She married him to spite her father or mother or both, so any cock would have sufficed equally well. In retrospect, she likely thought many cocks woul...
Mark looked at the ceiling. He was getting agitated. No point checking his watch, or his phone, or straightening his tie, or fiddling with his cuffs; it wouldn't make any difference, wouldn't alter the one single fact: he was going to be late. He tried to stay calm by reminding himself that this was an occupational hazard, that, if you do business around th...
“If I might advise you, Miss Carstairs-Browne, I don’t think you should be alone in Carstairs Manor. I mean, a great rambling place with not even a servant left.” “I know Mr.Roberts,” I said, smiling, “and I know the story that is told about the curse, but you see, I don’t believe in old curses.” I was talking to Mr.Roberts, the agent who managed Carstairs...
Kyrhan just recovered from having ass fucked Kira twice. For her it has been the final step of her complete deflowering by her master. - Master, It was tremendous, I never felt anything like that. - You seem to have enjoyed it. Remember how you were frightened by it. - It s true, Master. I swear I will never doubt anything you tell me. - Will you obey my...
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I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed, with this lady whose situation most would say was desperate; totally hopeless, helpless and subjugated. In fact, this lady is my wife Asha and she's had four orgasms already and I can see another building inside her, judging by her muted sounds and movements of her hips. So there must be degrees of desperate, hopeless...
"You're a really great husband, Mike," she said, as I pulled my deflating cock out of her dripping cunt. "Thanks," I said. "You're a wonderful woman and I really enjoy fucking you." Looking at the lovely blonde on the bed, who wouldn't? "I really hope my husband and your wife have as good a time as we do. It's wonderful that you let her have time with anot...
Chapter 8: Don't Touch We loved Rome. George made us take the historic tour first; the Ancient Romans sure did build a lot of stuff that fell apart. We also ate some great food and drank lots of wine. I took twenty pictures of her making faces in front of Roman fountains and statues. Then we went to the Spanish Stairs, which apparently is like the ass pinc...
My first night, with my lover, turned out to be a rollercoaster ride for me. I hadn't thought sex would be such a wonderful thing in a man-woman relationship. Dinner had been ordered. Before it arrived, I wished to take the showers. I entered the bath. Kishan and Vijay were in the hall, perhaps, having chitchat. When I came out of a leisurely long bath, I...
After reading many religious books of Indian sages, I have come to the conclusion that a human always tries to find love in worthless worldly things. One goes here and there but never gets satisfaction, therefore one should try to gain it from God who never breaks our heart, never wishes evil about us, or never behaves badly towards us. He is the only perpet...