Auntie Marilyn , Chapter 2 SeXStoRY

Ronnie Goodge hoped that he had handled the situation correctly as he watched his eleven-year-old son saunter out of the house on his way to school. He had had a good talk with his son and had gotten the boy to finally admit that he and his friend Seth Roberts had been fooling around with young Jenny Phillips ... the only thing that troubled Ronnie was that Peter swore that the girl's sweater was down when his s****r-in-law had entered the room ... which meant only one thing ... that Marilyn had been watching at the door! It wasn't easy for Ronnie Goodge to bring up his young son alone, his wife had left him when the boy was only three years old and he had never heard from her since, nor wanted to for that matter. Over the years Ronnie had had more than one girlfriend and several times he had been tempted to re-marry but he had never quite felt strong enough about any one girl to tie the knot. He was fatally attracted to his s****r-in-law Marilyn, and now with his b*****r's death he had grown even fonder of her. He knew that it wasn't proper for a man to want his own dead b*****r's wife but he did. He never got very far with Marilyn, however, even on the occasions when they were d***k together, she was always aloof ... holding herself back, not quite letting her hair down altogether with him. Ronnie knew however that she must be madly frustrated, he knew that she hadn't had a boyfriend in a long, long time and now, realizing that she had virtually been a peeping tom with the c***dren, convinced him even more than she was ripe to be fucked. The only problem is, he thought to himself, how can I do it! * * * Later on that day, after school, young Peter Goodge and his friend Seth Roberts were hanging out at Seth's house, talking about their mishap the previous day. "So was your Dad hopping mad?" "Not really, he just told me that I was a little young for such things and that I should watch my step from now on, he was kind of embarrassed if you know what I mean and didn't really want to talk about it anymore." "Did he say anything else about your aunt?" "No not really, only one thing did puzzle me, after Dad made the remark. Do you realize that my aunt must have been watching us for quite a while before she came in because she told my Dad I was sucking Jenny's tits, now you know we heard her cough and Jenny shoved her sweater down, so her tits weren't even exposed when Aunt Marilyn came into the room." The two boys looked at each other, their eyes widening with excitement. "You realize what that means, don't you Seth," young Peter Goodge grinned lewdly. "No ... " puzzled the other boy. "It means that Aunt Marilyn was watching us through the crack in the door because she's frustrated. She hasn't had a man in a long, long time and I think she's horny." "What!" exclaimed Seth. "That's right and what's more I'm going to find out if it's true." "What do you mean Peter?" "Well ... I want to lose my virginity, you've already fucked your s****r and your cousin, how about if I get to fuck my aunt." "You're k**ding!" "Nope, I'm not ... I've thought about it all day long, I'm going to go to my aunt sort of tearful like, then I'm going to ask her to explain the facts of life to me, tell her I don't really know about girls or anything and that my Dad is too embarrassed to talk to me about it. Make her feel sorry for me, not having a mother and all. I've got something else too that will loosen her up a bit." "What?" "Some hashish." "She'll never smoke it, she's too uptight." "I know, but I talked with Jenny at school today, her mother is at work all day long and tomorrow Jenny said she would bake me some brownies. I'm going to give her some hash for the brownies and then I'll give one or two to my aunt, tell her they are Boy Scout cookies or something! " "Oh boy, do you think she'll go for it?" "She won't know what's hit her, she'll eat the brownies, then I'll start talking to her about sex, she'll start getting all worked up, because I'm telling you she's really horny and then hopefully after that everything will be a cinch."

Chapter 2 SeXStoRY

My wife's photos can be seen in the interracial section. April 28th. I know that what I'm about ready to say is very cliche on a site like this.. However, this is real.. No bullshit. I met her in college in New Hampshire. She was very nieve and would believe anything I told her. I was a senior. She was a freshman. We made through college without any crazy sex stories. I was a pervert and she had no idea. She fell in love with me to her own demise. We married, moved to the mid-atlantic. I ran a successful business and she was my wife. We had a couple k**s., etc. One nite drinking wine I suggested to her that I fantasized about seeing her with other guys. That nite she blew it off as if I were crazy. A few days later she asked if I were serious. Trying not to upset or insult her I answered very diplomatically. I may have said something like, " your so hot I just feel like it's unfair that I'm the only guy that gets to have you." That was the seed that grew within her own pyschic. She brought it up every time I fucked her. While I fucked her she would constantly tell me things like " you better be careful what you wish for." "Once you let me fuck another guy, I might never want to stop." Of course it was a turn-on. However, it was also something I thought about. I concluded that there was no way that my wife of more than 15 yrs. could enjoy another man more than she enjoyed me. I was VERY wrong. It began online. She started flirting with guys online. It was hot watching her have computer sex. Very hot. Then it moved in to phone calls. This guy that was younger than me. A black guy started calling her. She talked to him everyday. It was hot, but I was starting to get jealous. This guy was starting to get her. I was starting to lose her. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to witness my prim and proper wife become a slut. Some nights I would listen.. Other nites she kept her phone calls private. I asked her what turned her on the most about him. Her response. "He's black and he sounds like a thug." After about one month, she asked me if I would be willing to meet him. I agreed. We met in a hotel in Delaware, off of I-95. I swear to God. We met him after he knocked on our hotel room door. It was less than 5 minutes before she had his cock in her mouth. I couldnt believe my eyes. My guess is one month of phone talk put her over the edge and she couldn't wait to have his thick fat black cock passing her lips in to her throat. My wife would always be willing to try anything with me. This was different. She was his. She took his cock and made her mouth and throat his. He started talking filthy to her and she loved it.. This was not my wife. This was a black cock whore that I realized immediatly that there was no going back. After sucking his huge cock. Maybe 9 inches, but super thick. She finally begged him to fuck her. He fucked her. With a condom for a while. The whole time telling her to stop running from his dick. He fucked her so hard that it did appear as though she was running from his dick. After he came twice in two condoms. She walked over to me while he was in the bathroom and she asked me... as cute as she could., "Please let me fuck him without a condom." It was so hot. I was petrified but wanted his cock in her so bad without protection. I agreed. When he came out of the bathroom. She whispered to him that "no more condoms." With that he looked at her and asked. "who's pussy is it?" who does your pussy belong to?" Without hesitation, her response., "It's yours." "All yours."

The Bondage Whore, Chapter 2 SeXStoRY

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 2 - The Fitting The next day Rachel arrived at the office. It was mid-afternoon, around 3pm. Today Rachel was wearing her shortest denim miniskirt, too short to completely cover her ass, strap-on heels, and one of her favorite tops which displayed several inches of midriff. Monica greeted her, and introduced her to Phil, who would do the "fitting". "Come on into my office Rachel." said Phil as he directed her through another door. Monica followed. Phil was very business-like and proceeded to measure Rachel's neck, waist, hips, wrists, and ankles. He even measured through her crotch, front to back. Monica occasionally helped a bit, and wrote down the measurements. "Ok Rachel, go on out in the lobby and have a seat while I finish the sizings." Phil declared as they finished. Rachel stepped out back into the lobby. After about an hour, Phil reappeared and invited her back in. Monica was holding a shiny metal collar, about 1.5 inches wide. She approached and said, "Pull your hair back sweetie." Rachel did and Monica placed the collar and snapped it shut. It was very snug, and Rachel immediately thought, "I'd hate to have to wear this for long." Phil then said, "Rachel, we need you to take off your skirt and anything you might have on underneath." Rachel, after eight years on the street was hardly shy and immediately did so. She detected a slight smile from Monica as she saw she was wearing nothing underneath. Phil directed her to turn away, and then she felt something metal on her hips. As she tried to guess what was going on, she felt two separate pieces slide together into one larger one in the front "Damn these huge tits" thought Rachel, "I can't even see what he's doing." Quickly she heard two clicks as the metal now rested very very snugly on the top of her hips, just like a tight thong. But at this point there was no bottom. Rachel was confused, but not for long. Immediately she felt another metal piece coming up between her legs. "HEY! What are you doing!" Rachel blurted out as she realized a buttplug was attached to this piece! "Easy Rachel" soothed Monica. "Phil knows what he's doing. Trust him." "But that thing is huge" Rachel pleaded, "and why do I have to wear it?" Phil interjected, "Its in the contract, didn't you read it?" "Um, yes, of course, I guess I may have just missed that part." With that Phil continued. Rachel fought the urge to tense up, it wasn't easy, after a few minutes the plug was in place, and the metal bar holding it clicked into the front and back of the waist mechanisms. "That's it!" Phil happily declared. "Not so bad, huh, Rachel?" "I guess not." Rachel stammered as Phil exited to the lobby saying, "Take care and enjoy." Rachel turned to Monica. "He's leaving?" "Yeah, we're done." replied Monica. "You can go too." "But what about all this?" "All this?" "Yeah, how do I get this off?" Rachel was pawing at the collar, and could not feel any type of buckle or snap, or anything that could be used to remove it. Her hands also were tugging at the belt as well, which was terribly uncomfortable. "You don't." Rachel was aghast! An astounded "What?" was all she could manage. "You didn't read the contract did you?" Monica accused. "All this is clearly outlined in it." "Well I did, but I'm really, um, not that good at reading, you see." "Well Rachel, I'd suggest you have a friend go through it with you tonight." "Tonight? But how am I supposed to go to the bathroom with this on? And sl**p? And when can I get it off?" Rachel was in a near panic. "Ok, easy girl. Let me explain" Monica consoled. "The collar and chastity belt are to be worn for the duration of your contract. Let's see. You signed up for...." Monica paused as she checked something on the computer on the desk. "Four years." "WHAT!" Rachel wailed in despair. "Sorry, that's the deal", Monica continued. "The belt will be removed once you have arrived for work. Always be here by 4:30pm, as your shift starts at five. That will allow you a little bathroom time and cleanup before you're locked up for the shift." "Locked up? What!" Again Rachel pitifully wailed in despair. This was getting worse and worse by the minute. "Yeah in the stock. 'Bondage Whore', remember? You entertain the men that way." Monica grinned as she said that, staring right into Rachel's eyes. "For ten hours? Locked up while men.... have their way with me?" "Yup!", Monica was enjoying watching Rachel come to the terrible realization of what hell the next four years of her life would be. At this point, Rachel was almost ready to faint. She was feeling weak, and her mouth was going dry... A soft moan, "No..." was all she could manage. "Rachel, here, have a seat", Monica directed her to a chair. Rachel sat, and that brought on a new type of discomfort as the huge buttplug shifted inside her. Rachel was almost now in tears. "Monica", Rachel sniffled, "you have to help me. I can't do this. Please. And I can't wear this belt thing. I have to have this off now." "Well Rachel, I wish I could help you. But unfortunately you signed a valid contract for all this. Really, I know the other girls had a tough time when they started too, but you'll get used to it all. They did." After a while, Rachel started to calm down a bit. Monica was sitting next to her, still comforting her. In a few minutes she asked, "How do I use the bathroom when I'm at home?" Monica replied, "Well you can't actually. But at shift changes here, from 4:30 to 5pm, and 3:00 to 3:30am, you can stop by even on your days off. The shift foremen will be glad to let you out of your belt then for thirty minutes to tend to yourself. Of course you'll be chained into a stall when they do to prevent escape. One girl tried to once. Oh, and don't worry about your periods either. We give you pills twice a day and they'll be completely suppressed. No pregnancy worries either. Jimmy makes these available to all the girls free of charge". The phone rang up front, and Monica excused herself. Rachel let out a sad groan and started quietly weeping.