An ex husband takes his ex wife into the bath room and fucks the shit out of her, he even goes for her butt and he doesn’t care whether she wants it or not…
“See it’s not that difficult,” Denis whispered.
His hot breathing and hot body made me shiver. He kissed me on the neck again. His hands were playing with my C-cups. His fingers pinched and fondled my nipples, he was licking water off my neck. I just couldn’t help moaning. He painfully pinched my nipples and pressed his erect dick at my round smooth buttocks.
He pressed me against the wall, I was helpless to do something. Denis’s hand slid down from my breasts to my stomach and my freshly shaven pussy.
“Damn! You’re leaking! You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” He asked while his breath was tickling my skin and his fingers were tossing off my clit.
I moaned and nodded. His touch made me so hot.
“On your knees bitch,” he demanded, I obeyed.
I wasn’t afraid of him anymore, moreover, I didn’t want him to stop the game. I felt my juices stream down my hips. I got on my knees and pressed my nipples against the cold tub bottom. My pussy was pulsing. Scars on my back and butt hurt when warm water hit them. (more…)
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Even if you divorced your husband it doesn’t mean that some day he can visit you and give you a really good fuck, if you refuse, he’ll take you by force and you’ll like it…
I had an awful day and just got back home. I thought the day would never end. I was exhausted, tired, and sweaty. The only thing I really wanted that time was a hot bath with bath salt and slow relaxing music.
I threw off my clothes on my way to the bathroom. I turned on the tap and was about to get inside the bath when I remembered I left my shampoo and bath salt in the bag in the kitchen. I went shopping the day before and just left the bags in the kitchen, was too tired to sort everything out. So I ran to the kitchen. Half way there I suddenly realized there was somebody else in the apartment.
I could hardly stop myself from crying when I saw Denis, my ex, sitting in the kitchen.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I was livid to see him again.
Denis grinned smugly, I suddenly realized I was completely naked standing in front of him. It’s not that I was shy, he’d seen me naked for all the 8 years of our horrible marriage.
“Hey, relax! Why do you think I can’t call on my wife?” He said calmly, still grinning.
“Your EX wife!” I corrected him. (more…)
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A guy gets to live with three sexy chicks, what can be better for him? But he’d better watch his attitude or he’s gonna have real problems…
During my sophomore year in university I started having major problems with my folks. It seemed to me that my parents had no idea about life and common sense as a whole. I know it was just a teenage maximalism: everything divided in two – black and white, I didn’t understand there were other colors and shades.
My parents suggested I try living on my own if I was so independent.
I had my own apartment that was inherited to me by my grandparents after they died. My mom was renting it out to some tenants. It was a three room apartment downtown. My dad told me:
“Go ahead, tell the tenants to move out and live in that apartment. It’s actually nice over there.”
The tenants were those three girls. I never saw them before. My mom used to deal with them.
And so I went over to the place and told them they had to find a new place. I said they could live there till the end of the month and then I would move in. (more…)
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A husband introduces a ritual of punishing his wife by lashing her with a belt, it’s strange but she likes it and is always looking forward to being punished…
When I got home from work I saw a belt on the bed side table and a note: “You’ll get birched today.”
It’d been five years since my hubby introduced a new rule in our family. He punished me by birching at least once a week for my faults. It did me good. I felt calmer and even-tempered after his “lessons”. It first happened after my alcohol spree with my friend. I came home really late an absolutely wasted.
My hubby didn’t say a word. I went to bed. I had an awful headache in the morning. I felt really sorry. So I took a belt and came up to my hubby asking him to punish me for being such a bad girl.
“All right.” He said and told me to take off my panties. (more…)
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A married woman finds a lover who is really rude to her, he whips and slaps, humiliates and submits her, but she finds out that this is the thing she loves and she feels it’s the thing her husband hasn’t been giving her…
I hurt me to think we had to stop our sexual games in a day and had to have regular sex for my husband not to notice the scars on my body. We could hardly wait for the night to come to get in his room apartment after a workday. He dressed me off and tied me to the bed, not even letting me have a meal. I was lying tied waiting for him to cook dinner and eat it alone. He was having rest for about two hours then he pounced on me to torture me more and more. Feeling that we actually sinned made the sensations brighter. I was an obedient slave who accepted humiliation thanking him for the pain and abuse he gave me. My husband was always too kind and gentle to me. He had to spend a plenty of time turning me on. But I was leaking all the time now.
I started gushing the moment the whip touched my body or even before it when I was lying tied to the bed waiting for him to come and lash me, when I was dreaming of what he would do to me. I was lying on the bed, trembling, while he was frying meat and vegetable, while he was eating it, then he was looking through headlines in a paper, then he was watching TV news. I wasn’t daring to say a word all that time, cuz he could punish me for that. And it could be something more painful than lashing with a whip.
Once I asked him something while lying tied to the bed. He was in a frenzy of violence. He was lashing my vulva lips with a thin wire whip, then he raped me violently. I couldn’t stand up from the bed at all. Though I loved pain I didn’t dare to say a word any more.
I was inhaling smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. I was shivering with excitement. He remembered about me at last. He came into the room and saw me lying on the bed, leaking with lust. He undid his shirt slowly, then he threw off his pants. He took a scarf out of the wardrobe, nobody could hear me crying. He took a whip in his hands. I moaned and he turned me on my belly. I didn’t move feeling the first hit, then I started bucking and trembling. I was tossing about the bed, my lover never stopped lashing me, trying to cover every spot of my body with the whip. All my back and my ass were covered with red scars. (more…)
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A young babe meets a mature guy in the park, he looks handsome and gentle, but is that really true if you want to get to know him better?
I was sitting in the park, devouring a hotdog. Birds were twittering around me, it was a very nice spring day. Wind was playing with my long hair, I was sitting on the bench with my legs crossed, I was wearing a skirt. I saw happy couples passing me by, kissing each other. I was looking at them enviously as I hadn’t had a real wild romance for such a long time… I was deep in my thoughts and didn’t notice a man sit on my bench and start talking to me. I looked at him. He was a handsome man of about 45. He looked like he used to be a real skirt chaser in the past. He looked me up and down, paying significant attention to my mouth when I was eating my hot dog. He moved up closer and put his warm hand on my knee, raising up the skirt rim.
I must say that I had two different feelings that moment. I wanted to stand up and leave. And then I decided to stay cuz I was damn curious what would happen next (I guess all 18 year old girls are curious about such things, right?). I liked what he was doing, that’s true and I can admit it. We started talking, I said I’d love to live in one of the houses overlooking the park and the river. He said he had an apartment in one of the nearby buildings, and he would love to show me the view from his windows. In less than 30 minutes I was standing in the elevator going to the 25th story. All of a sudden he pushed the stop button and came up very close to me.
He pressed me against the wall, holding my hands tight, not letting me move. He raised my skirt and stared feeling me up. He was gentle at first. But then he became very rude. I was about to cry when he closed my mouth by his, sticking his tongue deep in my throat. His hand was touching my panties through the stockings. Two fingers were lying on my clit. I was trying to escape. I wanted to have some adventures, but I wasn’t dreaming of that kind of adventure, really. I was kicking him when he suddenly took cuffs out of his pocket. He chained my wrists. He was very rude. When he chained me to some handle behind my back, he closed my mouth with his palm and tried to turn me around. It wasn’t difficult for him to do it, he was a strong guy. (more…)
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Interview for the job can be a nerve-racking experience, but imagine that you are being interviewed by a horny nymph who is going to put you down in every way possible…
We were sitting in one of McDonald’s drinking coffee. There was a girl sitting opposite me, she was young, cute blonde with long locks, blue eyes and black sagittate eyebrows. Her name was Evie. Sensitive lips, languishing look, beautiful face and sun tanned skin made her be a tasty morsel… my glance reached down her panties, slipping all over her body and stopped on her cleavage. She had very nice legs, shaped and seducing. “Yeahh, I should be dreaming about boss like this!’ I thought but remained calm on face. We met apropos of a job. I gave an ad in net and she called me asking to meet. She would like to see and talk to see how well I would suit proposed position. She was a manager of one big insurance company; she offered me a promising position that would keep me right on the beginning of my career. They terms was convenient with my plans and we started thinking of interview because I was also supposed to have it with their HR manager and talk to their superiors.
“As log as our team is working very well and effectively, we have no lack In our clients, most of them are very successful businessmen who just want to protect their life and business in case of some… occasion” she started while my eyes were fixed on her breast. Whether she noticed it or not but she went on informing me: “at first time you will be responsible for receiving and working on orders and all available correspondence. Your wage makes up a fixed rate plus bonuses and award fees”. Their promised gladdened me a lot, so I was dying for getting this interview as far as possible. “You suit us well, but I want you to have some more of your duties…” she said looking at me closely. (more…)
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A guy gets a prostitute for himself and wants to make a night with her special and memorable, he knows she’s had thousands of men before him, but he’s sure she’s gonna remember him for good!
Jess came right in time. She knocked on the door. The door flung opened in several seconds. She saw a handsome young man, wearing a white shirt, dark pants, and shoes.
-Hi! Come in! – He had a pretty nice voice.
Jess came in the house.
-My name is Greg. Come on in. Make yourself at home.
Jess liked it when guys were polite and courteous. Jess was 24. She’d been working as a prostitute for about two years. She was a first rate slut, so she could earn her living that way. She wasn’t a street walker. She got her clients with the help of her friends, so they were rather rich and estimated people. She had a great body, men loved her dark brown hair.
She came into the living room and sat in one of the large armchairs situated there. She was waiting. She expected everything to be pretty trivial – wine, fruits, chocolate. So she was very surprised when Greg suggested looking round his place. He showed her where the bathroom was. He turned on the tap. (more…)
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A man hired a housekeeper and treats her really bad, he is mean to her and really looks down on her as if she is an inferior to him, he always abuses her but one day she’s gonna get her revenge…
We extend our thanks to the author JOHN SMITH.
I was a very busy man who needed a housekeeper to clean up my place. I hired Jen who was between 35-40 with dirty blonde hair. She was about 5′5 and average weight. She generally worked twice a week. In looking back, I was nasty towards her. I was under a lot of stress at work and I treated her like a bastard.
She was a single mom who did this to support her family. I remember that she needed time off during the holiday’s and I said no. I came home one day early and went off on her on how the place was a mess. Another time, I was working from home and she told me that she needed extra money to pay for the car. I told her that the kitchen floor needed cleaning. I walked inside the kitchen. I said you missed a spot, get down on your hands and knees to get it. She was on her hands and knees, there is another spot that you missed. She looked up at me, I don’t see it. I unzipped my fly and took out my cock. If you don’t want to be fired, this will be cleaned. Her lips gently placed on my cock as her head went back and fourth. I soon came and shoot my load all over the kitchen floor. She just looked at me calling me a bastard, I hate giving head she yelled. I will get even with you she yelled. (more…)
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This guy wants to fuck his girlfriend in the ass and when a nice opportunity comes up, he grabs at it….
There was a doorbell early in the morning. I kept lying in the bed. But someone persistently rang the doorbell. I had nothing to do but to open the door. It was Ann. She stood leaning against the wall and stared at me with her big drown eyes.
- Well, come in if you came – I muttered trying to hide the emotions.
On the eve Ann and I were visiting our friends. And this ass got loaded on wine and began flirting with the hostess’ cousin. I warned her of my leaving if she didn’t stop it. But my jealousy excited her even more – she laughed and kept flirting… I went home just as I warned her. I was angry. But having gone to the bed I came down pretty soon. That was not her first time doing like that.
And here she was early in the morning on my threshold.
- Mike, darling, can you give me the slippers. – She said entering the hallway.
- Nuts to you! – I snapped at her.
Ann took off her shoes and followed me to the bedroom barefooted. I lay down to the bed and she sat in front of me on the chair cross-legged. I watched her bare feet. Ann smiled. She was proud of her feet as well as other parts of her body. She was wearing a white short skirt and parti-colored T-shirt. (more…)
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