The Damaged Stowaway. Part Three
Part three of the series, where Lily finds herself trapped with a cruel older man who’s sexual desires push her to the edge.
Part three of the series, where Lily finds herself trapped with a cruel older man who’s sexual desires push her to the edge.
Matt falls for the temptation and takes one more step down the moral ladder.
Lauren has to get back to college but her mom Grace decides to drive Red back down 95 to Virginia.
never know what can happen on late night walks
Another fantasy of mine. Let me know what you think. Constructive feedback is helpful. Thank you.
Mark and Mary gave their sex slaves the choice to stay or leave, and the sluts grapple with their decisions.
After some hesitation , Erica finally tries anal
Chapter 1 – Steve Teaches Jill
A dirty “old” man at a party finds a horny young playing with her self in an upstairs bathroom.
Laura’s Hunger is Exploited as a Fantasy Becomes Reality
This is my first story, only constructive criticism, please? I’ve seen many stories on the points of view on the dad, but not too many on the views of the daughter/child. So this aught to be interesting! Enjoy my fantasy!(long winded introduction)
The saga continues……
story continues, comments if you want more, or to fill in gaps.
This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine. She had found herself In this situation once, and through discussion, we talked about the basic lusts and passions between two individuals and the internal conflicts they would have to overcome to basic religious morals and overall societal mindfucks the youth of today have to go through concerning sex.
I can empathize with the characters, but legally cannot condone sexual relations between a minor and an adult.
Laura and her Youth Minister
Chapter 2
And yes it was those thoughts that he carried with him to the church that day. He was able to concentrate on the immediate tasks at hand, but when idle time came over him, he drifted back to those thoughts. They were confusing him, and he was torn inside. For once in his life he was feeling very ignorant. All of the sudden sex and his own take on it, his wifeâs, the churchâs and even society in general was swirling around in his head. He felt woefully ignorant on this, and had to do some serious thinking.
Those thoughts were in his head when she walked in. They just vanished in thin air. All his cares and confusion just always seemed to go up in a puff when she was around. It wasnât like love or you know, being in love. But just this feeling of comfort, that he was her escape from the drudgery of day to day life. The same rut he felt he was getting bogged down in.
Michael was working on the audio system and she didnât see him at first. She walked over to the piano and set some pieces of music on it, then used her finger to polish a small spot on the top, one that she always polished, but it always came back.
He relished the times he could watch her, look at her, and study her when she wasnât aware. He had a little voyeur in him and it thrilled him to see her completely unguarded. He got to let his eyes rest on whatever he liked, and spent the better part of a minute on her body. She was a little at an angle, and he could see the profile of her left breast, or the top of it, as the shirt was one of the striped jersey tops she loved to wear, and it hung down over her tit, instead of molding to it. This was a new top, too, something he didnât fail to recognize. It was looser, maybe she had bought it thinking she was going to grow into it. Didnât matter, it looked good on her.
His mind raced back under that top in a heartbeat. Something about how this new top wore on her thrilled him. Maybe the idea that under it, there was open space, and in his mind he imagined being small and in that space, feeling the soft satiny skin below her breasts, and looking up to see a delicate bra concealing the gentle swell of the underside of her breasts as they rose from her chest.
Oh man, he liked that! But it was a short lived moment. Soon she moved to sit down and he rushed to catch a glimpse of her ass, but she had on a full skirt that hid it well today. He wasnât sorry he had dwelt on her belly and boobs after all.
As she started playing some pieces she was surprised when all of the sudden her piano went from fairly soft to filling the room. She stopped and looked around and saw him standing at the door of the A/V room, grinning at her. She faked anger and yelled at him that that was NOT FUNNY! Scared her to death he had!
But she was grinning as she turned and played a few more bars, letting him tweak the balance, tone and then played with a few special effects before he turned it off and emerged, only to stand behind her. She was lost in a piece she had just learned, and he couldnât help approaching her from behind and laying his palms on her shoulders, standing over her.
She swooned a little and played more as he told her how good it sounded, how he loved to hear her play, and she rolled her head over to lie on his hand briefly, which was new to them both. Physical contact had just been the next phase of their flirting, and they both did it, pretending how innocent it was. The unintended consequence was he could view down the scoop neck of the new top. His gaze landed on the delicate swells again, not in fantasy like before, but in reality. Yes he approved of this new garment, he smiled inwardly.
When she lifted her head, he shifted slightly and bent over her to turn the page for her then withdrawing just barely back, but in a better place to continue to enjoy the view down her top. He couldnât see a whole lot, but he could see enough, and it excited him. Was he looking at her breasts, or seeing his wifeâs? The shadows of her cleavage was just there, and mesmerizing. Again that fantasy that was becoming more common in his mind cued up, and he was once again wondering what her nipples looked like, what it would feel to touch them, take them in his mouth.
Bending closer to look at a difficult line in the music, she asks him if he can make out a particular note. He takes the opportunity to bend over as well and looks at the blurred part of the staff, giving his best idea of what she is trying to figure out. She continues to lean in close, and he moves to her side, unable to resist giving himself a better view down the gaping top. He thinks she is fully engaged in deciphering the music and takes his time getting the best look he has ever had, even seeing the lacey white bra edges. He gasps as she moves a little, squirms some and the cup falls away a bit. He can make out the edge of her areola. He feels his crotch stir!
Wow! He thoughtâŚthat hasnât happened before! Not sure what to do, at first he was expecting this huge wave of guilt to wash over him. But it didnât. It felt natural, like something he could share with her. He chuckled inwardly at that thought, of telling her. She straightened finallyâŚturning to look up at him.
He shrugged and apologized for not helping, blaming poor eyesight. Rubbing her on her head playfully, he told her how good that sounded, but he had to go shuffle some paper. With that he walked off to his office.
Michael got there and sank down on his couch, his head swimming. He hadnât been in this position before. All his life he had always knew where to be, what to say, what to do. He was confident and loved other people and loved helping them. He had stumbled across the church and found it a good fit. He loved to be able to be there for others, to lift them up, or comfort them, or give them a boost. He didnât agree with all the dogma of the church, but he kind of bent things to meet his own beliefs. Didnât everybody?
He didnât know all the answers now, but what he did know was that there was a special little lady out there who made him very happy, and he was becoming more and more attracted to her. Could he figure out a way to get closer to her? To have her without screwing up her head? He didnât know, but he was sure going to try to figure out a way to make it happen.
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My name is Michael Stevens; I am a successful real estate lawyer, married with 2 sons, and 45 years old. I am a better than average looking guy â if I wasnât I donât think I would have ever been able to get my wife to start dating me as she is still stunning. I keep in just decent shape with lots of golf, tennis, and plenty of sex with my wife. I donât have a huge penis, about 7â long but it is pretty thick â my claim to fame is shooting very large thick loads.
My childhood friend Tom, who is a successful Finance lawyer, and I went to law school together. Tom and I have been as close as brothers for most of our lives always living just down the street from one another, until after our law careers began, now we live just a few miles apart with our respective families, Tom has just one daughter Jennie who just turned 16, his only child.
Life is enjoyable and quite comfortable. My family is happy and we have a nice home with a lovely pool and spa, a vacation home in Bermuda, hell even my law practice has a gym, and sauna for the employees. My wife, Kelly, is still very attractive and we have a very active sex life, we even enjoy spending time together watching TV, going out to dinner and the movies, and just laying outside together talking on the hammock.
While I golf with clients, play tennis when I can, and kayak on vacation, I really have only one hobby â masturbation. I masturbate at least once every single day. I fantasize about girls and women I know, that I see on the street, in a store, in a restaurant, or even celebrities. I am active on the internet posting videos of myself cumming on pictures of girls, any girls I find attractive, and have developed a little following of like minded perverts.
I have made a practice of hiring very attractive young ladies as secretaries, paralegals, and associate lawyers for my office, there are a few guys running around as one cannot be too obvious. One great perk about hiring so many sexy young women is the sense of competition that naturally develops. They all want to be the best looking girl in the place, one reason I picked a building that had a gym I could easily upgrade and made it a benefit of working for me, it keeps them all looking good and lets me see them in spandex.
My wife, Kelly, is fine with this as I almost always home by 5:30, and we are almost always rumpling the sheets together before 11. In truth I have never touched another woman since I began dating Kelly. When I do have to travel she and I have phone sex, send naughty pictures and videos back and forth to each other, and she often slips a nice dirty pair of panties into my luggage for me to enjoy cumming on.
She is 5 years younger than me, with black hair and deep blue eyes. She has always had a great body, curvy but firm and small c-cup breasts. Having two kids hasnât changed a thing about her body; I guess she won the genetic lottery there. For almost our entire relationship we have had sex almost every day. I hope that never changes.
A couple of years ago, shortly after installing a real security camera system with an alarm and fire protection upgrade, I installed hidden wireless cameras throughout the office.
I use these cameras to watch the attractive young ladies who work for me. I can spend an hour at a time watching them bend over filing cabinet drawers, stretch their sore backs as their tits try to burst from their shirts, or try and get a good view up their skirts when the light happens to be in just the right position.
I sit at my desk masturbating as I have the only real office in the building and keep my door closed. I never get tired of spying in the gym and the locker room, good lord do those girls look great.
As I said I have built a successful real estate practice and only deal with particularly large clients myself. The rest deal with lawyer associates or paralegals, leaving me time to oogle and rub one out when I feel like it. I have a secretary who is instructed to ring my intercom before letting anyone into the office, safety first after all.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Now, as I mentioned, my friend Tom has this daughter Jennie. I have watched her develop closely these last 2 or 3 years â masturbating while fantasizing or watching her whenever I get the chance. One particularly naughty thing I enjoy after Christmas every year is shooting a load all over her picture on their Christmas card. I like to think of it as her last gift of the season.
She a tiny little thing about 5â2â or 5â3â tall, 100 pounds soaking wet, she had maybe b-cup breasts that are incredibly firm and perky, darker blonde hair and amazingly lively blue eyes. She was also a natural athlete, running, biking, and tennis were her favorite sports â all of that exercise has made her ass one of the natural wonders of the world.
His family decided to host a small lunch-time BBQ one Saturday before school let out for the summer. A few people were using the pool, we are in South Carolina and it can be easily 80 by June, including young Jennie. I had been watching her in her lovely white bikini for a bit and wondering why bathing suit manufacturers even made suits out of white material. It always seems that, no matter the material just a hint of nipple is visible once itâs wet â well maybe thatâs why they do it.
After watching for a bit, I guess Jennie decided to just lie out and sun bathe. There she was, just lying in the sun, nipples erect. Her tummy is just unbelievable, firm and flat. I found it hard to take my eyes off of her – I was getting a raging hard on.
I decided that was it, I had to relieve myself or I was going to go insane. I was going to just go inside to the bathroom right near the back door but it was occupied, so I went down to the bathroom in the hallway by the bedrooms. It was in a more private area of the house but I figured no one would mind, we were close friends.
When I got there things changed a bit, however.
This was Jennieâs bathroom, there was make-up spread all over the counter, and the hairdryer was pink with a daisy floral design. There was also a hamper in the bathroom. Obviously I couldnât resist checking the hamper for dirty panties. I was not disappointed there was three great pair for me to play with. I found a little cherry red thong, a pair of blue lace satin panties, and an amazing pair of black lacey boy shorts â all size extra-small.
I had also noticed that the bathroom had a window that looked out on the backyard and if I lifted the curtain just a bit I could see Jennie laying there in the sun. She had pulled her knees up with her feet flat on the lounge chair; the fabric on her bikini bottoms was pulled tight against her young and pretty little pussy. I had the lacey boy shorts up to my nose and inhaled her beautiful pungent aroma. Almost without knowing how it happened I had those blue satin panties wrapped around my cock and I was stroking away.
I was dizzy with pleasure, stroking my hard seven inches with those smooth satin panties. She couldnât have been 20 feet from the window; I could see the outline of the shape of her pussy lips in those slightly damp bikini bottoms. I felt the cum rising in my nuts and suddenly realized I couldnât risk getting ropes of semen all over her panties.
I dropped the blue panties and aimed for the sink, inhaling deeply from those pungent boy shorts I let loose one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. Ten long, thick ropes of cum shot across the sink and counter, one even hit the mirror just above the counter. I normally have very large loads, but this was more than I had cum since I was in my twenties.
I used the opportunity to take a couple of nice pictures with my cell phone of Jennie, her panties, and the mess I made â my perverted followers on the internet would like those. Cleaning up took a couple of minutes, which I needed to catch my breath anyway.
When I had given everything a double-check I sprayed a bit of air freshener to go along with my cover story for why I was gone so long â I would say something I ate must not have agreed with me, if anyone asked where I had been.
When I opened the door Jennie was standing in her room with the door only partly closed â buck naked, drying herself off with the towel she had by the pool. I thought I was going to feint as so much blood immediately rushed to my hardening cock.
She looked up and she covered herself up with the towel.
âUncle Mike,â she said wrapping herself in the towel over her breasts like women do âIâm sorry I didnât realize anyone was in the bathroom.â
She was smiling and coming towards the door âAt least it was you and not one of the clients dad invited over.â
Rather than close the door she opened it and took my hand, I almost came in my pants. But instead of one of the dozens of fantasies I had been having over the last couple of years she just said.
âCome in for a minute I have wanted to ask you a favor.â
She took me inside her room and sat me in her desk chair, while she sat on the bed. Her towel rode up very high on her thighs. Her skin was almost perfect, lightly tanned, like it had been kissed with honey, I had just seen her in her bikini which showed even more leg â but not this close and now she was naked with just this towel.
I regained my composure and asked what this favor she wanted was.
âI decided that I want to be a lawyer, no big surprise I suppose, but I am thinking of real estate law. I was wondering if I could intern at your office all summer, for free of course, I am only 17 and I know you would be doing me a favor and I probably wouldnât be a whole lot of help â but I am your goddaughter so pleeeease!â
She was just the right mix of adorable and pure oozing sex. I couldnât resist so I said of course.
âOf course you can no problem at all. I would love to have you around all summer. You can start whenever you like.â
She jumped up and grabbed me in a big hug, I stood up and she pressed up against me in just that towel. She had to have felt the erection up against her, but then again she is probably used to feeling that whenever she hugs a guy.
âThatâs so great Uncle Mike! I will be as big a help as I can, and I canât wait to use your gym!â
All I could think was âNeither can I.â
* * * * * * * * * * *
That night, after a long day of this unintentional teasing, my wife Kelly got pounded like she hasnât been for a while. While we were getting ready for bed, I found her at her dresser getting a nighty out for bed â she was just in her panties. I walked up behind her, admiring her fantastic ass, and kissed her gently on the nape of her neck and ran my hand up to her breasts – as she pressed her ass back into my hard cock.
âYou are just a stunning woman,â I whispered into her ear âI am going to take you right now, right here.â
âOh, baby do it to me!â Kelly closed her eyes and reached behind her to feel my hard cock.
I just bent her onto the dresser, pulled her panties to the side and fucked her from behind. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled firmly. She moaned like an animal â we hadnât had this kind of raw lusty fuck in a while and I could tell she was loving it.
âOh fuck baby you feel so good inside me, give it to me like Iâm your little slut.â
âI knew you needed this you dirty little girl.â I said back as I pounded her wet pussy.
When I felt her pussy spasm and felt her wetness flood over my hard cock I couldnât hold back anymore. I let waves of semen into her pussy – at least as much as I left on Jennieâs bathroom vanity.
We lay on top of each other, still against the dresser, my semi-rigid cock buried in her oozing hole.
âNot that I am complaining, but what was that amazing fuck all about?â Kelly asked.
âYou are just too sexy baby; sometimes I just canât control myself around you.â
* * * * * * * * * * *
School was out a couple of weeks later and Jennie was due in this morning. I had made arrangements with the office manager, who was also a sexy piece of ass named Susan, for Jennie to get set up. We picked out a desk and talked about what kind of work she was going to handle. When Jennie arrived I greeted her, introduced her to Susan and any other people that were around, got her settled at her desk and returned to my office.
I spent a few days zooming in on her chest while she sat at her desk, and on her ass when she bent over filing cabinets â having a great time masturbating away in my office. One morning, however, I noticed some things were not where I left them in my office. My chair was not right, pens and pictures on my desk were a little off, I couldnât figure out what was going on. So I decided to check the video.
Zipping through hours of myself masturbating I found what I had been looking for. Little Jennie was apparently pretending to work late and when she was the last one in the office she was sneaking into my office and masturbating on my desk and chair.
The first evening she came into my office, slid gracefully into my chair and pulled her skirt around her waist and slid her fingers into that beautiful bare pussy. Then she pulled the picture of my family closer to her and stared at it while she fingered herself to orgasm.
I thought this must be crazy, was she hot for one of my boys? Last nightâs video showed her playing with that same picture but slowly stroking my own face in the photo. She wasnât hot for my sons, she was hot for me. She was sitting in my chair fingering herself to orgasm while fantasizing about me.
I hadnât even realized I was stroking my cock watching the video until I was about to burst. I barely had the time to grab the wastepaper basket next to my desk and if I hadnât pointed straight t into it I have no idea the size of the mess I would have made. I sat there thinking about what to do.
I avoided seeing much of her during the day while I was deciding what to do. Eventually I thought I would leave a note on my keyboard. The note said âI will be back at 6:30 tonight; if you are here we can play together.â
When I arrived at 6:30 I found Jennie nervously pacing my office, when she saw me enter the front door she stopped and brushed her clothes and I saw her lick her lips and then smile.
âJennieâ I said âI had no idea you felt this way. I have been dreaming of you for a few years myself.â
âUncle Mike, I have always thought you were so handsome and being so close to you all the time now has just made me so hot. How did you know what I have been doing or that it was even me?â
âThe security cameras. I noticed things were moved in my office and checked the footage. When I saw you masturbating on my chair I couldnât control myself. You are just so sexy, and seeing your naked pussy while you masturbated was incredibleâ
We stood there staring at each other for a few moments, both wondering what to do next. My cock was fully hard, and I could barely stand it anymore.
âI was hoping we could masturbate watching each other, sweetie. I will strip naked if you will and we can both masturbate together.â
âThat sounds so dirty and fun, Uncle Mike.â
âGreat so why donât you use the couch and I will pull my chair over and we can start.â
When I turned around to get my chair she was already topless and I had the best view of her stunning, young, firm breasts that I ever did. Light pink areola and hard nipples capped her b-cup breasts. As she reached down to undo her skirt I was drawn to her incredibly firm tummy. Her skirt slid down and revealed a sexy black lace thong and the lacey tops of her stockings. She slid the thong down slowly and I saw her smooth shaved pussy in person for the first time.
The only word that came to mind was perfect.
I asked her to keep her lace stockings on while I stripped down for her. I noticed her never take her eyes off me as I disrobed. Her hand began to slowly rub her slick pussy lips as my fully hard cock was released from my boxers.
âUncle Mike this feels so incredible, I canât believe how big you look. I have never seen one before for real.â
âJennie you are one of the most beautiful sexy little girls I have ever seen.â
We sat there looking over every inch of each otherâs bodies. I could smell the sweet odor coming from her rubbing her slick, wet, bare, and as I just learned, virginal pussy. I could barely contain myself; it took an incredible will to hold back.
I saw her eyes close tight, her breathing became labored, and all at once she let out a loud gasp and shook as she came.
It was incredible to watch.
When she recovered and opened her eyes I could see she felt embarrassed so I let myself go over the edge.
âOh, Jennie. Oh, Godâ I let a huge stream out and it flew 5 feet onto the floor between us, followed by 10 others landing on the floor and all over myself. I heard her moaning as she watched my orgasm.
When my vision cleared I saw her with her fingers buried inside her pussy shaking as a second orgasm rocker her firm little teen body.
It took us a while to come down from our orgasm induced high. It was Jennie that broke the silence.
âUncle Mike, I am so glad you found out what I was doing and left me that note. We definitely need to do this more often.â
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The Sexual Misadventures with Hermione Granger. H/Filch
My first story. Total fiction. Hope you like it.
A continuation from “it started with my mom 4”, if you haven’t read the previous stories of this saga i strongly suggest you do read them before reading this, this has a bit of character building towards the middle end of the story so be warned đ
After teasing all the older men in the apartment complex 13 year old Ginger is trapped by 30 year old Ryan who rubs her to orgasm through her panties. After she cums he tells her she can go, but before she can make good her escape, he catches her at the door. Little does she suspect, her lesson is far from over.
Single father finds interest in the young latina waitress at the diner is frequently visits.
Sorry if this sucks guys, it’s my first time writing so it’s not that good, before if people like it, I’ll be sure to continue with the story.
Chase plans the downfall of her parents and their Theocracy.
My first story in a while, rather vanilla in comparison to my older stuff I deleted.
This is my first ever story. This story is one where you might dream-dream that it’s happening to you. (Not the abuse part) Enjoy!
18-year-old daughter is consoled by Dad.