Initial Fucking of My Wife part 3 It was 2:00 when we arrived home and suddenly Jen received a text from Master. Excited we are moving forward my owned little slut. I would like you both to arrive just after the sun goes down. The reason for the change is that I want you both to walk to my place and will do so in the same under garments you wore to my offic...
There she sat, grey-haired and stern looking like always, in the middle of the long cherry-wood table on the dais, her lips barely able to contain that self-assured smile that annoyed me so much. Behind her hung the usual silly and perversely expensive depictions of tiny angels worshipping the Lord. Left and right of her, her fellow senior sisters in their b...
The great wooden door of the convent crashed open, and the chanted prayers of the women faltered and died. A small group of Viking raiders burst in, their leader barking orders: "Rolf, Leif -- up to the end, look for any other doors, make ´em secure. Baldur, Harald, Skriv -- get these women over into that corner out of the way. And keep them quiet, eh? Fafni...
The young nun staggered back to the sparse cell she shared with Sister Angela. She could feel the priest's spunk running from her battered cunt even though Mother Superior had sucked some of it out and cleaned her pussy with her wet tongue. As she passed some of the other nuns on the way back from the priest's dinning room, she thought that their knowing smi...
Philip Meyer had always dreamed of owning his own high-end women's shoe store. Having come from a long line of males doing it sales of shoes was in his blood. His father had done it so too his grandfather though neither owned the store they worked in. The grandfather came from a time the area of the city he worked in was known for its street hustling. 'We...
The clerical error which led to a cardinal sin. The new Bishop arrived and was taking over from the old Bishop who had been transferred to a much larger city. As he was leaving, he shook hands with the new Bishop and said his final words, "Find yourself a good housekeeper. It will help to make your stay here more enjoyable." The new Bishop dwelled on the w...
Alexis sat, spent, on Tyler's lap. She had her arms around his neck and her head was hanging between them. Their bodies were slick with sweat. They had just fucked for close to an hour, Alexis riding her teenage lover's cock. "Oh, God, baby," she groaned. "That just about killed me. But so, so good." Tyler cupped her asscheeks and picked her up. He carried...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15j: Another June Wedding Part 10 Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Spain 1937. Roland Wagstaffe. At the edge of the village we had the party cross some shrub land to the road leading up to the Villa. Miguel, Sister Hortencia and I crept towards the village centr...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I write stories most people find particularly depraved. To paraphrase Frank Zappa: If you are determined to be outraged, I can accommodate you. *** When I woke up, I lay in Jenna's bed for a moment, as I heard her fiddling around in the kitchen, and I realized that this was the first time I'd stayed out all night, and since I'd left my bedro...
Right now, I'm on my knees before the lovely and powerful Nubia Blackstone, the sexy African-American Goddess whom I worship. The six-foot-two, lean and muscular Black Amazon sits on the couch with her legs spread as I tenderly lick her pussy. My name is Caroline O'Bannon, a Canadian-born Irish dyke who simply worships superior Black women. Nubia orders me t...