The Man with Magic Hands Ch. 04

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Chapter Two I bit my lip as I dragged my suitcase up the curb. The small taxi pulled away and quickly left. It was a little before noon. After spending the evening luxuriating in my luxury shower, before a long, restful slumber, I've made my way back home. Mum and dad were waiting for me in the lounge. Mum waved the way she usually would as I walked past the window. Pulling open the front door, I swallowed my nervousness and stepped inside. "Hey sweetheart!" Dad called. "Have a good evening?" Setting my suitcase to stand, I walked into the lounge. Mum and dad were... Just... Mum and dad. Mum smiled warmly, while dad had that familiar gleam in his eye, that told me I had his attention since I was a little girl. "It was nice," I said softly. "We had some fun, got back to the hotel and made sure we all got some sleep." It wasn't an outright lie. Samantha made sure I was fine, before tying my legs together and ordering me to remain in th

I can't stop thinking about him and the way he manhandles me. He's definitely the best fuck that I've ever had and I need his cock in me as soon as possible. I know he's busy with his job and I need to be patient, but I just can't. I can't stop my fingers from finding my pussy and I can't control the way I diddle my clit until I'm a wet, throbbing mess. I know I shouldn't take pictures of my pussy and send them to him while he is at work, but better than sending them when he's at home with his wife and kids. My pussy pics could get him in a lot of trouble. I picture him in his lab coat, hearing his phone buzz in his pocket. He knows better than to check his messages in front of his patients by now. "Excuse me for just a moment. I'll be right back," he'll say. "Of course, Doctor," his patient will answer and he'll step into the hallway to open my messages. By then, I'll have sent a few pictures, some of them

I know, I know, it took forever, and unfortunately there isn't much in this chapter as a payoff. I just have some stuff that I need to put out there to build a story and here it is. As always constructive commentary is appreciated. *** As his mother sprinted to the restroom Jeremy felt a strong surge of annoyance. He hadn't given her permission to leave! He considered following her and dragging her back to the bed but once the horrible sounds reached him it seemed better to wait. He would teach her of course. For 19 years she had been in charge, it would take an adjustment period to come to terms with being his toy. She would have to understand though, he was the reason she had this new youth, as well as the reason she had become so animalistically horny. She owed him and he owned her body and soul as long as she wanted... Jeremy's thoughts rambled on like that for several more minutes, justifying the new order he meant to establish and how it was only right because he wa

Author note: All characters in this story are 18+. trigger warning: One of the girls in this chapter has rape fantasies, and is voluble about it. * He woke the next morning with Melissa curled up against his side, her breasts pressed against his chest, legs wrapped around his own, and her sleeping breath brushing against his skin. Her body was warm and pleasant as it pressed against him, and he couldn't stop himself from stroking her long black hair, running his fingers gently through the strands as she slowly roused to wakefulness. Melissa woke, curled against her master, his thick cock pressed against her though: She'd had the most delicious dreams of him breeding her and the rest of his future harem, of licking up the cum that escaped his whores cunts when he knocked the new recruits up. She was already wet for him, and couldn't resist a trio of kisses up his neck: she could feel his hands touching her, and shivered with pleasure. "Good morning, Master." he

Having started her fashion e-business six years ago Alison Fraser had become moderately prosperous. She still had her figure and her sandy blonde hair and complexion gave her the impression of a much younger for her actual age of 39 years old. In fact she had the look of a woman about ten years younger. So it was always a surprise for some people, when they found out the she had two handsome twin sons, James and Thomas Fraser, who were nearly 20 years old. All three of them worked in the family business started By Alison. She had was the head of the business and her son James Fraser was the photographer and technical manager. Thomas Fraser was stock and store manager. But as with all small business's they all did a multitude of other jobs and tasks that helped make their own family business a success. For example all three of them would make up parcels and post order out, they would all help unload deliveries from vans and trucks and they would also make a tea or coffee for each

So just to put you in the picture if you didn't read part 1. My wife Deb, had fulfilled a fantasy by being a stripper for a group of strangers. Things had gone further than we'd planned and she had let one of the men, James cum inside her. Perhaps the biggest deal though is that she had mutually masturbated with our friend, John and even made him cum. This followed directly on from those events. Both Deb and I knew that the acid test for our friendship with John would be how we all felt when we met up. I suspect John knew this too and didn't want to jump in with both feet. A few days after the events at James's retirement John text me and asked if I fancied watching the game in the pub at the weekend. I agree, after all it was something we always did. Have a few beer, shoot the breeze. Deb agreed I should keep things as normal as possible and so on the Sunday I met up with my best friend. I made sue I was driving and so on soft drinks. Otherwise John would have had