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**The Incubus**
**Part 2**
I walk away from the table where Elyse is bound naked and spread-eagle. I open a large cabinet against the wall. The cabinet is made of very old oak, standing nearly 7 feet high and 10 feet wide. Opening the huge french doors reveals a large assortment of floggers, single tail whips, riding crops, paddles and canes. At the sight of this collection Elyse releases a loud scream.
“No, you can’t.” she pleads. “You can’t torture me, this is sick, this is so fucked up.”
NOTE:
Originally written as a script for an erotic audio, if you’re interested in the audio you can check my profile.
The Story:
Good morning sleepyhead. And it’s a good morning for the both of us every time we wake up next to each other. I don’t know if you woke up already excited or you were still sleepy, but I’m sure you are going to enjoy my good morning kisses all over your beautiful body. I’m kissing your lips to then move down to kiss and gently bite you on your neck.
Then I whisper some of my dirty thoughts into your ear, maybe something like “I woke up so hard next to you this morning, so I’m going to make you feel how hard you’re making me”, and afterwards I lick your earlobe to then proceed down to lick and kiss your shoulders and then further down to lick your chest.
Long story but wanted to share and encourage others to share their first time of being a Hotwife in lifestyle. We love erotic stories and would love to read others adventures. This one happened about 9 years ago. Here goes;
We were not in the “lifestyle” at the time but certainly tried to keep things interesting in our own way every now and again. We were in our mid 30’s and one evening I challenged my sexy wife to wear something very revealing and to go into a classy hotel bar an hour before me and flirt and let herself get picked up, (get drinks bought, etc.) but that once I got there we would go on with our evening together and have dinner. She reluctantly agreed and off she went.
Summary of Part 6 if anyone skipped: The Valentine was attacked by Space Pirates. Lead by Captain Rays’ ex-husband. Mckayla and her team of skilled fighters were joined by Lucy and Willingham to help fend off the overwhelming force. After saving the captain, Mckayla and Senior Investigator Angela Bishop from the pirate leader’s sick plans. They released the Antibody Protocol, a system which eliminates any threat on the Valentine. Willingham was promoted to a Tier 3 and Rays was suspended from duty, leaving Angela in charge until his return.
The lights flashed a bright red, a rowdy whoop of an alarm sounded across the ship. “There’s a fire!” the spunky flame haired Lucy called as she reached under the ships console to retrieve a heavy extinguisher. Leaping out of her co-pilots seat she battled the small flames with a press of a button; thick white foam blasted out of the small hose which quelled the ever dangerous fire. A few moments passed as the klaxons which raped the ears of the twosome died down. She sighed hard as she let the heavy canister clang onto the ships bridge wiping the sweat from her forehead.
have an insatiable appetite? perhaps a double penetration spit roast is what the doctor prescribed; primed at both ends. A nice fat Cock the ass pressing down on your g spot from above while another works on your g spot from the bottom stretching your walls and prodding away at you; as you arch your back and soft moans tremble your voice; a third is playfully offered in your mouth for you to suck on and satisfy your oral fixations; all holes filled at once. simultaneously the stuff dreams are made of; the princess treatment as id like to call it. I think this would be an ideal punishment for perhaps coupled with a blindfold and some copper nipple clamps. if you can’t tell i write fan fiction and the princess treatment is indeed a very strong taboo.. would you not agree?
It was that same Saturday that I had a brilliant idea. She was wearing a turtle neck to hide what was a pretty clear bite mark but it was going into the 80’s today and I wanted to see my handy work. I came in and told her to get changed we are going to take the Whaler out, she loves being on dads boat but I could see the hesitation in her face. I look her in the eye and said “Now woman!” just as I had seen my dad do so many times, she was up and headed to her bedroom to change. I got a bag together for the boat and headed down the dock to lower it in the water.
I had just got the boat fired up when my came down the gang way. She was wearing a black one piece suit, with a blue jacket thing women wear, a big straw hat and had a blue scarf tied around neck covering where I marked her last night. We got underway, I was headed to one of the sandbars that we would play on as I was growing up. Mom asked if we could go somewhere not crowded and I saw why, her jacket had blown open in the wind showing the cleavage she couldn’t cover up. I could see parts of the hickys I put on her last night and while she won’t mention them, there is no denying what they were. I did a good job marking mom and she was trying hard to ignore the marks.
First time posting here. Sorry if there’s any grammatical/general mistakes. I hope it’s decent!
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Elliot Hampton was about to take a sip of his French press coffee when there were three rap knocks on the door. He recognised them, smiled slightly and opened the door to meet his beaming daughter, Vanessa. It had been 3 years since she moved for college.
“Hi Dad!” She dropped her duffel bags and ran into him for a tight hug.
Elliot wrapped his tree trunk-like arms around her with reciprocation. He could smell the familiar coconut scent from her brunette hair. Vanessa Hampton was 4’11 with an athletic build. Her skin had a light tan from her long-term lacrosse training.
“Hi sweetie. Hope the flight wasn’t too bad.”
“Oh, I’d rather take the 9 hours of transit than deal with Mom and the new boyfriend.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. Elliot couldn’t help but shrug. He and his ex-wife separated two years ago and she supposedly moved on pretty fast. Guess there was confirmation now.
He moved forward to pick up the duffel bags and turned to see a full view of Vanessa bent over in her olive green Lululemon tights, tying her shoelaces.
PART 1:
Anna laid there. It wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before, but her reaction was always the same. Initially, uncertainty. Was it them again? Was it the pipes? Who knows. All she knew is that after 30 seconds of ignoring it, her ear inevitably ended up against the wall.
Kneeling against the cold paint, her flushed cheeks pressed into the masonry…trying to make sure she wasn’t imagining it. But the slow thudding of wood against wall started soon enough. The squeaking mattress and breathiness began and it wasn’t long until the muffled moans of her mother could be heard.
Anna’s long auburn hair brushed against her aroused nipples and she allowed herself to touch the outer fabric of her panties. She felt the burning heat of shame and hunger as she listened carefully to her mother try and suppress her own pleasure. Anna’s wet fingers circles her clitoris as she her father pick up the pace; as the thudding grew louder and faster and Anna’s mother pronounced through a pillow that she “almost there” and that she wanted it “harder”. Of course, as he always did, her father obliged. Anna felt her urges growing, and pressed her fingers inside herself – Hearing the slapping of skin-on-skin made Anna feel alive, and her mother’s eventual orgasm push Anna over the edge. Her fingers explored inside her and her palm pressed against her clit, causing her hips to twitch and a breathy and suppressed orgasm to escape from her lips. Her hips jerked and quivered against her hand as she came, and her father grunted shortly after she stopped.
Weeks can stretch in ages. Everyone was suffering in quarantine but James knew he was suffering more than most. His knuckles were raw, his knees ached, his cock caused him crippling pain every time it twitched. He had never been happier.
It wasn’t the release his new mistress provided that made him glow with pleasure. It was a highlight, but it wasn’t the point. It was the service. It was knowing that his service made her happy. It was knowing that slowly he was becoming part of her life. Everything she touched he to had touched. Everything she wore he got to see as she dressed. Every inch of her body he had been allowed to worship and he was proud to have earned that honor.
He glanced up from the granite tiles he was scrubbing. She was leaning over the counter scrolling through something on her phone. He paused to admire her long lean legs. He had seen a lot of those legs over the last month, Julie’s favorite round the house attire was only tight high cut satin panties and a baggy t-shirt. James liked to think she chose those outfits just for him, of course he wasn’t sure if they were her favorites before he entered her life, but either way he admired them.
My work frequently takes me to a variety of locations, often for up to a couple of months at a time. This was one of those occasions and I was expecting to be resident in my new, temporary location for at least three months.
Having been a swimmer for many years, whenever I am posted to a new location I always make a point of seeking out the local leisure centre to ensure that I can keep up at least a minimum level of swimming and this occasion was no different.
Having located a local swimming pool I noticed that they had a local swimming team, and reasoned that I may as well join, given that I’d be in the areas for a while; at the very least go along to see what was happening.
So that Wednesday along I went and having been introduced to the team coach, I was subsequently introduced to a number of the club members; a variety of people ranging in age from say eighteen to mid-forties. One stand-out member was Amanda. Aged perhaps thirty-nine, she was a couple of years younger than myself and had a body to die for: Approximately 5’6″ tall with striking pale blue eyes and wisps of blonde hair protruding from the bottom of her swimming cap, she had a slender frame that was exquisitely complemented by the red Speedo one-piece swimsuit she was wearing.