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Synopsis: Gary Oak, pokémon researcher and heartthrob extraordinaire, never yearned for anything his arch rival Ash Ketchum had, not until a chance encounter introduces him to Ash’s new girlfriend…
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I met him on the tube on the way home from meeting a friend for lunch one day, he looked so proper in his business suit and leather shoes, but you could tell he had a fit body beneath it all. He had seen that I was running to get on the train, but the doors were already closing. He decided to grab and prize the doors back open just before they shut on me. I wasn’t sure exactly why he did, passengers hate when people do that, and there’s always another train on the way in a few minutes, but he did. He was 6ft with a handsome jawline and short neat facial hair that blended into his short black hair. There was something quite innocent about him for someone who is that handsome, having said that I know I give off an incredibly innocent vibe, but people don’t know the things I do to myself at night, let alone if I have a chance to be alone and naked with someone who looks this good. I’m only 5’1 so I could feel him towering above me. I was wearing my shirt button through yellow summer dress, which allows me to show off my smooth legs. He invited me to coffee near his place and hit it off. He asked me back to his place and before I knew it I was standing in his living room at 3pm on a Saturday. I could see what he wanted from me, but he was too shy to say it, I wanted it too. Once we were at his apartment I leaned into him, letting him know I wanted him.
NO DADDY! OHHH DADDY…. second encounter
( NOTE TO READER ) This story is fictional, all characters are over 18 years.
PLEASE read NO DADDY! OHHH D. Before reading this. It will be more enjoyable!
It had been nearly a month since my first sex encounter with Daddy.
I haven’t forgotten what Daddy had promised
Me.
It seems like we’re never going to play together again!
What if he doesn’t want me again?
Maybe he feels bad about what happened between us because I’m his little girl.
He knows I liked it.
I’m getting ready to go meet my friend Brittny at the lake.
She’s really my only friend so, when she asks me to go out with her crowd I almost always say yes.
I tugged my Bikini top up over my breasts.
Wiggled my booty into my thong bottoms .
Mother would have a bitch fit if she knew what I was wearing.
Just the very thought of that look on her face makes me giggle.
I grabbed a short little summer dress to cover up my bikini.
And towel .
I dialed Brittany but, she didn’t answer.
I hung up and started playing with my phone.
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Vashtin felt like someone had kicked him in the gut. The stomachache made playing the game all the more foolish but he wasn’t about to just let Nijia win. That would just be dumb. His eyes lazily looked over the screen on the ball. The sphere itself had a diameter of barely a foot and its weight made it easy for just about anyone to toss. The screen that the grungy looking spacer was observing showed grid with light and dark slots that were occupied by the game pieces. His fingers hovered over the two analog controls as he set up his move.
Nijia looked like a statue for all the Kaleesh showed off about his emotion. His modified clone trooper helmet lay on the small stand set near his chair and it seemed that he had two fierce looking competitors in the game. “You have to put that there?” Vashtin asked while not letting his eyes leave the board.
It was a couple of years ago, on a buisness trip to San Diego. After a long day in the office I drove the rental car back to the hotel, intending to freshen up and then head to the bar to relax with dinner and a couple of drinks. The craft beer in the US is surprisingly good. I get to the hotel, park up and enter the lobby then head to the lift to get to my room. Waiting at the lift lobby are a few other people, two men and a woman. I can’t remember the men but the woman was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. I quickly scanned her curves, picking up on her well apportioned breasts and glancing the sight of her white lace bra through a gap in the buttons of her silk blouse. Not wanting to get caught staring at this attractive sight I quickly focussed on the lift door. After a few minutes of waiting the lift arrived, opnened and the small group waiting entered. The two men were closest to the lift door and panel so selected their floor, I reached over and pressed the button for floor nine. One of the men asked the woman which floor she wanted and she said responded saying that she was also on floor nine. The doors closed, jerked slightly and started moving upwards. Everything seemed normal but after a few seconds the lift jerked to a halt and the lights went out, leaving it in complete darkness. We all stood there waiting for something to happen, eventually one of the men asked ‘what do we do?’. The other man got his phone out and turned on the torch mode to look around and found the emergency panel. He pressed and emergency intercom button, eventually there was a response and a crackling voice said that they would call the emergency services. To save phone battery he turned off the light and we all waited. After a few minutes my memory went back to the sight of the woman at the lift lobby, now standing next to me in the darkness. I recalled the sight of high heels, black nylons and figure hugging skirt. The thought was intoxicating, and I began to feel desire for the body standing next to me in the dark. I slowly moved my arm out, searching until my hand brushed against a fabric. I quickly pulled my arm back, my heart racing. What was I doing? This was crazy, I could get into so much trouble if she called out or screamed. But I was so turned on by the thought of her body that I wanted to touch her, feel her curves. Again, I moved my arm out until it touched her. This time I keep my fingers in contact with her skirt, waiting to see what the reaction would be. She did not flich or move. I turned my hand so that my palm was holding her thigh and moved it around her skirt to feel her bottom, moving in circles feeling the softness of her rump. There is no movement from her so I slide my hand downwards, noticing the transition of material from her skirt to the smooth material of nylons. I felt the back of her thighs then slowly moved my hand back upwards, this time moving up her leg under her skirt. I felt a button at the top of her nylons with a strap attached and realised she was wearing suspenders and stockings. The though turned me on further and I started feel my cock hardening. I continued upwards until my hand was on her bare ass which I squeezed slightly and moved across to the centre where the two rumps meet and felt the material of her thong. I followed the thong downwards, between the rumps until I felt her mound. I started to move my fingers across the fabric of the thong that covered her mound feeling the lips underneath. I was fully hard by now and with my spare hand I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock which I started to ver slowly stroke, feeling the foreskin moving over the penis head and enjoying the sensation while I felt her her pussy through her underwear with my other hand. Unexpectadly, I fely a hand on my trousers, sliding upwards then searching around until it found my stiff penis. The hand tenderly glided over my blood filled shaft until it found the head, which the palm of the hand then started to rub the back of head. I stopped moving for a while I was I enjoyed the amazing sensation and started to feel pre-cum dripping out. In the ongoing darkness, my heart beating, I stepped across to be behind where the woman stood, put my arms around her waist and pulled her close into me. My hands moved to her front, moving upwards on the surface of her blouse to feel her breasts and the fabric of her bra underneath. I moved my hand downwards and untucked her blouse so I could put my hands underneath it and feel her waist then her back and the material of her bra straps around over her shoulders. Moving to the front again, I caressed her breasts noticing her nipples which became hardened and pert as my hands moved over them. My hands reached back to her skirt which I pulled up, and then I felt my hard cock against the bare skin of her bottom. My hand moved to find her thong again, I slid a finger under it and pulled it to one side. My hand moved to her now exposed slit feeling the wetness. I rubbed my finger inbetween her pussy lips wile I fely my pre-cum move over her ass. Then I moved a single finger into her cunt, sliding in easily. It felt hot and wet. I added another finger and started moving them in and out slowly. Her hand reached back to me again and held my waist. This time I could feel she was trembling slightly and as I continued to move my fingers inside her started to feel the grip of her arm on my tighten. I pulled my fingers out of her and used my hand to move my penis close to her till I felt the head against her pussy lips. I pushed until the head parts the lips and my cock moved into her. I moved my other hand to move my up and down her legs and thigh again feeling the suspenders and garter belt. Then I moved back to feel her bra and breasts and I started ot move in and out of her tigh, wet cunt. The feeling was amazing, fucking a total stranger whose face I cannot picture, in the dark. I kept thrusting slowly, enjoying the feeling of being inside this unknown sexual woman, moving as I started to feel the sensation building up in the base of my cock. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came deeply in her, releasing my cum in a tremor as I heard a muffled groan. The release felt sublime cumming as my hand gripped her breasts. The sensation subsided, pulled my penis out of her, zipped back up and stepped backward. My heart was racing and I controlled my breathing to slow it down to regain control and leaned backwards against the lift wall. A number of minutes later, the lights of the lift flashed back on and it started moving upwards again. I looked over to the woman who I had not long ago been inside of and saw that she was smart and tidied back up, her skirt neat again and blouse smartly tucked in again. The lift reached floor nine and the doors opened, the two men stepped aside and I walked out of the lift followed by the woman. As we left the lift I looked at her face for the first time, noticing her dark black hair and striking features. We made eye contact momentarily, she smiled at me briefly then turned away and walked down the corridor in the direction of her room. I walked back to my room, entered and sat down on the bed thinking back to what had just happened. It was the stuff of fantasy, feeling up an unknwon woman wearing lingerie in darkness, her response of sexual desire and unloading inside her. The recollection moved me to pull out my cock again and masturbate to the memory of what had just occoured until I felt my warm cum splatter my stomach. After a shower and fresh clothes I headed back down to the bar in the lift again wondering if I would meet that woman again.
“You’ll want to be in third gear here, Emma” I advise over the increasingly loud protestations of the engine.
“Sorry!” you say, depressing the clutch and shifting up a gear.
You’ve been taking weekly lessons with me for a month now, in anticipation of your upcoming driving test. You’ve generally been pretty good in your lessons, but this week, you’re missing gear changes, drifting in the lane, and generally making a mess of things.
“Watch out for the…” I shout, just before there’s a terrible noise of grinding metal. “…the curb.”
“Oh no! I’m sorry!” you exclaim, sounding as if you’re nearing tears.
“It’s alright, you just scraped the wheel a little. Why don’t you pull over and stop.” I say, reassuringly.
You pull over, put the gearshift into neutral and apply the handbrake. As the engine is idling, you slump in the driver’s seat.
“What’s the trouble, Emma? You’re usually better than this. Is everything alright?” I inquire.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Edwards. It’s…it’s just that I broke up with my boyfriend last week. I’m having trouble thinking straight.” you say, sounding as if you’re nearing your breaking point.
After a sweaty, nasty Thursday night fuck session, Brian was turning to leave when he dropped a shopping bag on Lisa’s desk. “Show up at my house tomorrow after work. 6pm sharp. No working late. And wear whats in this bag.”
“I don’t know your address.” “Look it the fuck up.” And Brian left. He had been trying out a number of workplace fantasies with Lisa and now he wanted to bring his workslut home and try some more games. He wasn’t ready to give up midday blowjobs or bending her over her work desk at night, but he wanted to really test his sexual control over her. The once sex-starved bitchy boss had become the willing personal whore.
In his excitement, he floated through the day and rushed home after work to wait. Promptly at 6pm, his doorbell rang and he let Lisa in. “You aren’t dressed properly. Change right now.” He stood back and watched as Lisa stripped off down to just her thong. Brian’s pants tightened at the sight of her luscious body, which certainly didn’t go away when she slid on a small, tight lacy black maid’s costume. Her skirt barely covered her juicy ass or any of her shapely legs and the top propped her massive tits.
It happened again, and it was getting worse. Ensign Cook was used to sexual harassment before she’d joined the navy. She was a petite girl who people mistook for a teenager even now. She compensated with tattoos and hyper sexual attitude,which was biting her in the ass now. This ship was the worst it had ever been. She was one of only 2 women on board. The other, Christina, kept her head down and was rarely seen on deck. They’d been at sea three weeks now. At first it had just been the ordinary lewd comments. Sailors asking when she’d go to bed with them. What she was hiding under her uniform. Then they’d started touching her. Pinching her ass as they passed in the narrow hallways. Grabbing her hips to get her attention from behind. Today was something different. Since she was a small girl they used her to do jobs in tight spaces. Between bulkheads and in narrow crawl spaces. Today she’d been checking wiring halfway into a panel, her upper body all the way in and her legs sticking out. Footsteps had come up behind her. Before she could shimmy out someone was groping her, firm hands held her so she couldn’t get out. Her protests echoed through the bulkhead. A hand squeezed at her pussy from outside her pants and pressed hard into her. In trying to free herself she hit her head against the metal wall. She heard laughter echo in from outside. While she was woozy they fumbled with her belt and tried to get her pants down. They got stuck around her ass halfway. fingers worked between her ass cheeks. A dry finger probed at her asshole forcing pain in with it. Her assailant tugged to get her pants the rest of the way down. As they pulled she used the momentum to force herself free. She tumbled back and pulled a socket wrench from her tool belt and came out swinging, only to see a pair of boots disappear around the corner.
PART 9…..Lisa had been texting, emailing, or calling constantly while Vicki and her husband were away. Vicki ignored every attempt, deleting the evidence of her almost frantic pleading to respond. She hadn’t spoken to her in month’s, even raising a few eyebrows at work when people noticed the change in their relationship.
Finally she could stand if no longer. Lisa had texted begging for just a few minutes of her time, anytime, anywhere. Not sure how she would react to seeing her, and not wanting to be seen with her, Vicki told her she would come to her house when no one else was there. The next morning, wanting to get it over with, she pulled down the winding drive to Lisa’s lavish home.
As soon as she opened the door, it was plain to see she was a wreck. Nervously she asked her inside, then led her to the back of the house into the family room. “ I have some things you need to know, and if you would just let me explain… “
“Yes, why don’t you do that !” Vicki lashed out. “Why did you get me involved in whatever sordid behavior you and your father in law engage in?” Vicki was still shaken and confused about seeing Earl at the beach, having to pretend things were great between them while he entertained her and her husband, then took every opportunity to further abuse her. She brushed aside the confusing reaction she had to his advances.