Indian Wife Swarna Ch. 02

From my imagination, any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Thanks to Karen B for her help. ***** Fate is a cruel bitch. It is mindless, heartless, and it just happens to you. You can't stop it from happening. You don't even know it is going to happen until it is over and done. Sometimes it takes years to happen. Looking back you understand how it happened and when it happened, but you are clueless at the time it is happening. After it has happened, the only thing you can do is try to keep it from destroying you. I was sitting in a little café in Big Lake, Texas. I think the coffee I was drinking had acid in it. It was so strong I thought I could use it as fuel in my old pickup setting outside. I really didn't care as I was just doing my time in hell on earth. I looked like a bum, but I wasn't. I had a couple of million in a bank in the Cayman Islands. I had on clothes that I bought at Goodwill. My jeans were ragged and dirty looking. I had o...

His cock was annoyed. He felt ready to burst with need for her as she now was tucked so perfectly against him. Her round little butt pressed into his swollen cocked, teased him. But he knew he still needed to be patient. He'd given her a taste of what her life would be. Of what he could stir within her. Though her mind still wanted to fight him, her body now lay soft and yielding against him as she recovered her breath. He stood, picking her up smoothly and pressing her into his chest. She whimpered but her hands clung to his arm as he made his way back to their camp. He couldn't help giving her butt a few squeezes as he carried her, happy when she didn't try to jerk away, instead she just tightened her grip on his arm. He wanted to hum with delight. All his searching had been worth it. He set her down gently on the thick fur blanket, pulled another blanket up around her shoulders as she curled into herself, wide eyes watching him warily. It was then he noticed the abrasi...

I always thought the night shift was the worst, but I got used to it. I have no family to get home to and the drive in the wee hours of the morning is kind of relaxing. The city is mostly peaceful and quiet. Going home I realized there wasn't much to eat there so I stopped at a 24 hour market on the way. I walked in the store, there was pretty Latina girl about twenty-five or so behind the counter who seemed oblivious to my presence. I grabbed some frozen pizza, a six pack and some snacks then went to the counter. As she rang up the food I noticed her name tag. "Mercy, is that short for Mercedes?" "Stop staring at my tits asshole," she yelled. Instantly pissing me off. "I'm not staring at your tits, I asked about your name." "Yeah, which you noticed while staring at my tits ass face, you assholes are all alike!" "Fuck you, I was not staring at your gorgeous tits, bitch! So don't start your bullshit with me. You put on a tight b...

Disclaimer: This story is dramatically fictitious and possesses depictions of completely unrealistic and unattainable body standards. If that isn't your forte then you may not find this story to your liking. If you decide to read the story regardless I thoroughly hope you enjoy it! Thanks! Notice: You should read the earlier chapters, so that the story makes more sense. Your choice though, hope you enjoy it regardless. Xoxo Chapter 7: More Than Sisters Luna played games and checked her phone, wasting time as the day progressed. She periodically checked on Riley to find her fast asleep. She had cooled down thankfully, and seemed very peaceful in her deep slumber. Luna let her sleep as she did things around the house. Luna was in the living room, when at around 5:30 PM, she received a group text from her mother. "I'm going to be a little late, probably get home around 7ish. Your dad is going to be even later. Maybe make dinner for yourselves." The text read. Luna sent...

The hour when Matthew was going to officially became a sex slave has finally arrived. There were so many conflicting emotions raging inside of him: fear, excitement, sadness, arousal... Even though he felt ready to being this new life, his heart was racing, in a negative sense. The house wasn't brand new, perhaps they've just bought it. It was modern looking, had few floors, a pool and it was certainly spacious - not that any of that was supposed to matter for the slaves. These were clearly benefits for the doms. Master Goldman lead boys to club's doors but stopped them before entering. His cold eyes and smug smile could mean only one thing: he wanted something that would bring them some kind of discomfort. "Before I let you into our sweet, little sex dungeon, let's discuss the most important rule that applies to all slaves here. Inside the house, you are never allowed to cover yourself from dominants' sight. That means few different things. Firstly, your roo...

This is a new series with Sam and Judith. I welcome voting and comments and emails if you want to chat. ---------------------------- It was a Sunday in late September and still quite warm and Sam suggested they take a run out in the camper van for a pub lunch. Judith liked going out and readily agreed so they clattered out over the North Downs and dropped down through Westerham then along the A25 to a road side pub. He'd been here many times and indeed knew the surrounding country side very well. 'Come on, last one in pays the bill!' And she laughed at that as she knew Sam would pick up the tab. He wasn't very tall but powerfully built about 90 kg with a Dad tum, grey hair and glasses, she by contrast, shorter and slimmer, shoulder length blond hair and a pretty face. Sam asked the waiter for a table at the back facing into the restaurant and he sat down beside her. They ordered their food and drinks and Judith chatted away about this and that, Sam barely listened but...

Usually My wife Lil, and me would go out to the local on a Saturday night. Tonight she is meeting some friends and going out with them. While I was driving Lil to her friends house. I decided that I would call by the local and see who was out. If there was a few out then I would take the car home and nip back. If it looked like it would be a quiet one, then go home and have some beers there. So, after leaving Lil. With her promise of the usual wild sex when she gets home. (In reality she is normally too pissed and falls asleep.) I ended up at a very quiet local. I had more or less decide to go home while I ordered my pint, when Dave come from out of the gents. After the hello's. It was Dave that started. "It's been dead in here for the last two hours. I was going to go home, but seeing that there is someone to talk to I'll have another with you." "I'm only having this one. Got the car and it looks like it will be like this for the night. I might as well...