SMOTP NightCaller #10

It was very cold in Ohio where we live, and my wife and I needed to get away for a while. Chuck and Jessica, another couple who have been friends of ours for years, felt the same way. We hit upon the idea of renting a place to stay for a week in in Texas, in a little town on the gulf coast. The place we found was an AirBnB condo. It was right on the beach and had two big bedrooms, each with its own bath, and a nice balcony and deck. I was hoping for a re-occurrence of what I called "vacation sex", where my wife would get a little more adventurous and a little more horny than our usual cycle of fucking every couple of weeks. Jessica is about my age, a year or maybe two younger. She and my wife have known each other since high school. I've always liked her, and she's fairly attractive. Not usually my type, to be honest, but nice looking and I like her personality. I had gathered from the occasional comment from Chuck, her husband, that they very rarely had sex any mor

The sun beamed down upon an idyllic English summer afternoon. A light breeze prevented thoughts that it might be too hot to do anything much. Along a country lane came a girl on a bicycle. A pretty, yellow and white striped dress showing off her shapely legs as they went up and down moving the pedals in a steady rhythm. Down the lane she came under a canopy of trees, their overhanging branches shading her, without fully blocking out the sunshine; a stoat hurried across the road in front of her causing her to brake a little - not, though, with any risk of her coming off again. Hannah had not liked her earlier tumble on the drive of Mumble Hall one little bit. A few hundred yards more and Hannah turned out of the lane onto the gravelled drive and through the gates of the hall, the sturdy brick pillars standing guard. Beside the entrance was Bradshaw, the gardener's cottage. It was Hannah's intention to go and see the old gardener and thank him for what he had done for her. She

Anahid woke slowly. Her shoulder throbbed. Groaning she felt her aching head, moved the hand to her shoulder, surprised to find it bandaged. Snapping her eyes open she looked around, hoping the dream of the man attacking her in the forest was just that. A dream. She lay on a thick fur blanket on the ground. A small fire smoldered across from her. She was alone. She sprang to her feet and ran from the camp. She didn't know where he was, how far he might be but she would not lay there and wait for the savage man to return. She stumbled through the unfamiliar forest, unsure how far she was from her village. She pushed down her mounting panic. If she could get far enough away before the man returned she might have a chance. Could hide if he came searching for her and eventually make her way back home. Her mind spun as her feet scrambled through the thick undergrowth. Why had he attacked her? Why had he kidnapped her? He'd seemed to know her...which was impossible because she sure

I hope you'll enjoy it and feel free to leave your comments and votes at the end. Hannah ------ Copyright (c) 2021 B00kl0ver314 - Hannah Teylen, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------ This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters are of age, even when not specifically stated. ------ Thanks to my editor Ravey19 for making this an even better story ------ Ella I love sex. I love reading about sex. I love watching sex. And I love it when people watch me having sex. Well, in my fantasies anyway. I have little to no experience with voyeurism but I'm very intrigued by it. I read many stories, watched a ton of clips, and masturbated enough times at the thought of it. It was always on my mind, somewhere tucked

I woke up groggy and naked, except for my pink crop top which read 's l u t .' across my chest. Unsure of where I was for a few seconds, I heard the shower running in the master bath. Daddy had gotten up before me and I guess he was in the shower? Like a caring lover, he had taken off my heels and thong, and hadn't awakened me. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'What the hell did I just do last night?' Those terrible sissy questions of self-doubt popped into my head, but as I looked around the hotel suite - panties over there on the floor, a flogger over here, Daddy's belt over there - my doubts went away and I was filled with what felt like joy. I wanted to scream, 'yes yes yes!! I did it!! I finally let Trisha come out and be herself, and be me!' And Daddy took me there. He gave me permission to be free, to be the obedient, eager, femme slut that I am inside. Oh wow... As I lifted myself up from lying down, I saw the heels that Daddy had so nicely plac

Chapter 28 - The Nudist Candidate The morning after Eveline's 2nd appearance on "City-Chat with Giselle" aired, Nancy decided the moment had come to pitch the idea of Eveline participating in the upcoming City Council election as a candidate. At first Eveline thought the idea was totally absurd. However, Nancy reminded her that her contract stipulated she needed to make herself available to whatever publicity campaign in which the auction house wanted her to participate, and a political candidacy was nothing more then another type of publicity. OK, if she was going to be a political candidate, what issues would she pursue? Nancy responded that since nudism was usually associated with a healthy lifestyle, Eveline's platform would revolve around promoting health-related and environmental issues in the county. As a student, she would also be in a position to talk about the need to improve public education. She'd stick with local issues, stuff that would make sense

It had been three months since renovations had begun on my house. And while initially it was supposed to be only a small remodel to fix the damage caused by Daphne and her friends, the contractors had discovered some faults in the foundation, and it had extended the renovations. This meant my stay in my brother and his wife's house had been extended as well. I couldn't say I really minded the excuse to prolong my time in the house, and it was of course much more convenient to be living down the hall from Daphne than over an hour away. And I had made damn good use of that opportunity. I had fucked my niece in every way imaginable in every room of my brother's house. To say I was making the most out of having my own private sex slave, would be an understatement. If my brother and sister-in-law knew the depraved acts I had committed with their daughter, often in their own bed, it would shock them to no end. But then, maybe they would just be glad that at least someone was ge