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“Hey, don’t doze on me,” Antony said as I felt his leg nudge my hip. Great, I’m falling asleep. “Sorry,” I told him. I rubbed my hands over my face before I remembered how my day started and told him what happened. “I was nervous, so I wore my lucky underwear, well, for luck,” I started to tell him. “The purple Andrew Christian one?” he asked me. I still felt the sleep in my eyes, so I blinked a few times as I looked at him before answering. His hand was moving a little slower than it was when he sat down. “Yeah,” I answered. “My mom then dropped me off to make sure that I got there on time even though I knew which bus to take to get there,” I said without sounding embarrassed. “I ended up getting there early and was sitting around a few minutes before your dad showed up,” I continued. “He then walked me into his boss’ office saying it was good to see that I was so eager. He then reached over and held my chin, so I looked up at him as he leaned in and kissed me. I was surp...

This story was spread out over six posts with the same photo/drawing that got me inspired with this story in the first place. For those of you with a keen eye, you might see how or when I changed the direction of the story. I did have a few progression issues to work out at one point. If you don't see it, then great. I can cover my tracks. So to speak. 😄 Oh, FYI. The girl in the pic is from the movie "El Dorado". ==== PART 1 “We will not tolerate flashers in our city. Males or females. Once you are within our city limits, you will be dressed appropriately at all times. If you are found to be breaking this law, you will be jailed for the period of no less than one week. You will be denied the clothing that you have clearly shown a disdain for. You will forcefully have your private parts displayed continuously. You will be fucked for five hours every day. Your cries will not be heeded. Your sentence, with all aspects, will be completed before you are r...

When daddy said that he was going to help me work out, he didn’t say that I was going to be naked. At least I was able to keep my socks and shoes on. “How .. ah… how many.. oh.. more?” I huffed as we continued with my ass lifts. “Until I cum. The same as last time,” he told me as he pushed me up to keep going. “Ah.. but you.. ah.. ah.. take forever..ohh,” I complained. “It wouldn’t be a work out if it was easy,” he told me. I bit my lower lip and continued with my exercises. === I just checked and I didn't see this posted before. If you see it, let me know. 

“What are you doing out here?” Charles asked me as he skidded to a stop. He was in a rush to go see the talent show, while I had decided to just go home. I came for the food stands for the first part of the day because I was still new here and I wanted to see and taste some of the local dishes. “I’m headed home,” I told him. “The food stalls have all closed down,” I explained as I started to walk away again. “Whoa, whoa,” he said as he came over to me. “You have to see the talent show,” he said. I thought back to all the talent shows I had seen at my other schools. All of them weren’t completely terrible, but sitting through about 12 puppets operators, singers, and dancers, not to mention a play or two, wasn’t worth seeing the few that were actually good I decided this year. Maybe next year when I actually knew more of the students and would show up just to see them. “I don’t feel like it,” I said with a shrug hoping he would let it go. “Oh, you will thank me later,” he told me as...

“Once a month married women would put their names in a box to do overtime on the 28th floor. The Bachelor Floor, as it is known on site. Whether by design or luck, it’s an all-male staff of unmarried and unengaged men. At least in the beginning. This event might have started years ago by the men, or an elected man, picking a lady themselves. Either from inside our outside of the company for “moral” support for those late night projects. Over the years it turned into what it is now. A way for married women in the company to get something they want, need or just a little curious about for a whole week. One mom or wife or fiancee cannot participate in more than four weeks in one year. Only once or twice has a name needed to be removed from the lottery. The ladies follow the rules rather well, but then they were the ones that set them up. Including allowing moms into the mix. Ms. Nest deemed it unfair to women who had all the responsibilities of a married woman, without the benefit of ...

“You have to learn how to concentrate and do your work while in school,” Ms. Mook said as she continued to rub my clit through my panties. I looked down at the worksheet in front of me as I covered my mouth to hold in a moan. “You have only solved the first three problems. You still have twelve more to go,” she pointed out as I tried to focus my eyes. “Ms. Mook, can you go a bit slower please?” I pleaded. I knew that I was going to come soon if she didn’t slow down, never mind stop, then it would just be harder to concentrate with my pussy covered in cum. “No. I’m going as fast as I always do. You need to stop dreaming of boys in class and get your work done,” she told me. “You will do your work before you go home and I won’t stop until your work is completed,” she stated as she started to rub fresh cum over my flesh. I shook and bit my hand as a loud moan escaped. Maybe I should let her tire herself out, and then I could do the work when she’s recovering… “AH!” I moaned fully out...

A man of at least 6′4″ tall is holding a naked girl on the top of his dinning room table as he cums in her pussy and grabs her left breast from behind. Where as the lady under him was nude, he was still partly covered by a flowing white shirt.  She was gripping the table cloth as she also climaxed. One leg was raised to give him better access as she braced one hand on his chest. Off to the side is a maid who is barely dressed in the outfit that all the female staff wore. There was no bottom and her flat chest was on display. The room was richly furnished and there was a mix of light and darkness throughout the whole room.  Lord Torche was a particular man and my husband. He never touched a girl under the age of adulthood, but he couldn’t stand the look of a full breasted woman. A man with a sexual appetite, that he wasn’t afraid of showing off, resulted in rumors that lead my parents to introducing us. I was a twenty-three year old woman that looked like she should b...

One day Owen bought a dildo with a suction base from an adult sex shop. It was his first ever sex toy, marking the sixth anniversary of his move into the neighborhood. The shop he bought the toy from was located between his apartment building and his bus stop. So after talking himself into and out of just going inside, he finally went in and even bought something. The first time he tried to use it, he discovered that placing it on one of his chairs was better for him instead of a wall like the box showed. Owen appreciated his tightness even as he slightly cursed at how long it took to get it all the way in. But it wasn't something that he didn't expect. He'd only had sex three times in his life, and they were all a long time ago.  The smell lingered for days, and the fact that he used it almost every night didn't help in dissipating the scent. So after having to air the apartment out for most of the day when he had a few friends over and using air freshener for when...

I just wanted to explain why you are seeing so many updates on 'The Story of Maids' posts. I'm currently reposting them over at my Hentai Foundation page and I'm finally expanding and editing them. What I've been threatening to do for over a year now I'm sure. At the moment I only have 5 posted and a growing list of who is in this family. :) So this will be going on for a while. I'm also reading through and updated/editing 'Summer Seas' over at Wattpad and reposting the parts over at DA. If I didn't say before. I'm up to part 21. I'm posting one part a day. I don't really like flooding my 'work' anywhere, but sometimes... Well, take care. Later. 

She was warned this would happen if she forgot to keep the milk in stock. But as much fun as this was, she won’t do it again. It takes too long for her to supply enough milk for those unwilling to wait. The tape was placed over her mouth when a customer tried to put his cock in there. It was against store regulations. === I did write that little bit. I wanted to slightly turn the pic that I was presented into something completely different.   ===

“Mom? Are you in here?” Julie called out before she turned the corner. “Yes dear,” I answered as she looked into the room. I was seated in a straight back chair with my dress collected around my torso leaving the rest of me accessible for my current activity. “A new one for Dad or Frank?” Julie asked as she leaned against the door frame watching us. “He’s an anniversary gift to your father and kinda for myself also,” I explained as I slowly pushed the dildo into his mouth. He’s been doing great all morning. He could almost swallow the whole thing. It is a little bigger than my husband’s, but this way he will be more than ready. “You wanted something Julie?” I asked my second oldest as she continued to stand there looking on. My arm that went around his neck held his head up as he sat on my lap. As I got the head past his lips again, I stopped as I felt him shake a little. I looked down and saw as some cum bloomed from his stiff cock. “Oh yes,” Julie remarked as she remem...

Hanna, one of my husband's daughters was sitting at the table carefully eating her lunch as she leafed through  The  Book. Once in a while, her hand would find its way to one of her breasts where she would squeeze it for a moment or two before turning the page.  "Who is this tall redhead in the old fashioned outfit?" she asked as she held up a photo to look at more closely. Al leaned over to have a look at it also.  “That shouldn’t be in the book,” Al said as he pulled the picture from his sister's fingers. “Which one dear?” I asked as I now looked in his direction. He pushes back his chair to stand and walk over to show me. I look down, and I see him when he was seventeen. About seven years ago, when he liked trying out some of the uniforms. He was bent over at the waist, with his hand and face pressed against a wall as a man in a white dress shirt and slacks stood behind as they fucked. From what little you could see of his eyes, from his longish h...