She cowered in the corner of the room, straining against the ropes that bound her hands behind her back and her ankles together. The chiffon and lace of the gown shed been forced into rubbed against her plump thighs, the soft sounds of the material echoing in the empty chamber. Her tongue brushed against the red rubber ball in her mouth, the leather strap keeping it tight and in place, turning her cries for help into soft, pathetic mewls.
My wife Daytona & I met at a mutual friends singles New Years Eve party. I really didnt wanna go, but my friend (the host) wanted me to come. I arrived about 10pm. The host had valet parking, a Rose for all of the ladies & even a door man. He was skinny kinda nurdy looking with tape holding he eye glasses together.
It was Saturday, alone. There was nothing going on but the sickening sight of Big Brother torturing 8 house mates over a glass of water or so it seemed. This intellectual exercise was going way over my head and I was in desperate need of something a little more down to earth. But what is more down to earth than a pizza and a porno flick? Ah, yes! But what… but what do I want on the pizza? Pineapple? Mushroom? Sweetcorn? HA! HA! Ill get all three – Pineapple! Mushroom! & Sweetcorn! Better yet, Ill get everything – the works!
I got fucked by my husband with my bosses cum still on me.After an affair with my boss I come home with another mans cum in my bra.
Belinda was a wonderful person, great personality, bubbly; jocular and always full of fun; she’d a list of friends as long as your arm. However, she had one large problem and she herself would be the first to admit it; she was built like a brick shithouse. At 275lbs, she had to be huge, but her friends, girlfriends that is, loved her to bits. She was no problem to take out with them, if fact they jumped at the chance, knowing full well that any male’s attention would be attracted to them.
My name is Pete, I am 28, live in the UK and have a good job. I am a fairly good looking guy, 60, and quite muscular. I live with my mother Denise who is 54.
I hadnt been laid in 3 years.
After breaking up with my first real girlfriend, I had a problem. I had the taste for sex, but no outlet. Thus began what I call my period of shame. I used a power many have, but few realize or act upon. I used my power to manipulate people.