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A Hard Day's Work

by volescamper on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to...

Tracey at the Plant Institute

by volescamper on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Tracy was all in a flap. Her car which usually started first time, decided that on today of all days it would be temperamental. Fortunately her neighbor Mr Green came to her assistance, but not after 30 minutes had passed and she just knew she was going to be late for her appointment at the Plant Research Institute. Only yesterday her boss had called her in...

The Torment of Tatarina Ch. 02

by volescamper on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

For the Records After breakfast the door is unlocked and a guard enters holding a plastic bag. She cowers on her bed expecting to be raped again. However he barks out an order and she is told to strip. She does this at once, not caring about the man seeing her naked, she does not want to be punished again. He tells her to stand with her hands on her head as...

WACS - Weekend Correction Ch. 02

by volescamper on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Another week past and still Edward had failed to run into Miss Brown at school. What a pity some of the staff couldn't be ill, so she could be called in. He felt like pushing some of the old dears down the stairs so they would need to take a week off, in the vague chance of getting her back to fill in for classes. His nights were filled with images of her,...

Another Life

by volescamper on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Let me tell you a bit about myself as I'm sure you are interested, especially in my vital statistics, or should I say my sexual statistics! I'm 25, medium height with a good figure, some say very good. I have slightly larger than medium D cup breasts, but they are not so large as to be gross, and they have small aureoles with large nipples that readily erect...

The Torment of Tatarina Ch. 03

by volescamper on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Daily routine The night passes as before, twice she is fucked, by complete strangers, one of them up her arse. Every day starts with the same routine. In the morning, after showering and going to the toilet, there is exercise, and then a fucking. In the afternoon there are sometimes dancing lessons, where they are taught the traditional dances of the Guff,...

The Torment of Tatarina Ch. 06

by volescamper on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Several days past and Tatarina was hopeful that she would not be singled out for any misdemeanors. Of course she still had to perform her daily nude exercises and subsequent fucking. Also she was still visited during the day and the night. Men would just open the door and use her for whatever they wished. Her anus was still sore from one particularly well e...

The Motor Show

by volescamper on Sep 1, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Tracey looked over the bonnet of the Lansdowne Sprint as it sat on the podium at the Royal Annual Car Show. The gleaming bodywork reflected the many lights from around the hall where other companies had their latest products on display. Her eyes slid over the fine lines of the bright red car following them down the length of the body, before lingering on th...

A Photographer Reminisces

by volescamper on Apr 13, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Beginnings -- A Glamour Photographer Reminisces. Tom looked at the display screen of his digital camera at the girl kneeling naked on the dinning table, adjusting the focus to lose some of the background clutter to hone in on the prize, her amazing breasts. "Push your right arm forward a bit luv, the punters like to see your tits," The girl did as instruc...

Caught in the Light Ch. 02

by volescamper on Aug 29, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Alison was in despair, how could she have been so reckless, but then maybe that's what had turned her on. She never ever believed that she would be caught. Every day at school this week she had awaited the dreaded call to Mr Peterson, the headmaster's, office, but fortunately it hadn't happened. It was 7.40pm on the fateful Friday, as Alison hurried along...