The Man with Magic Hands Ch. 04

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Maid for Him She danced around the room in a French maid outfit, fully equipped with a thick feather duster. The music was playing full blast, and she was shaking just about every part of herself, as she dusted from the ceiling to the floor in his living room. She had on white thigh-high stockings and platform red stiletto heels in addition to the skimpy maid outfit. He could see the hint of the bottom of her butt cheeks under all the white frilly under-skirt. Her shoulder auburn length hair was pinned up and she had a black ribbon around her neck tied with a small bow, the dangling ends brushed enticingly across her boosted and exposed cleavage. Her back was to the door and she hadn't heard him enter. He quickly put his bags down and made no effort to hide that he was watching. He wondered how long it would take her to realize he was home, hoping it would take a while; he was thoroughly enjoying himself. It wasn't long, she had felt the cold breeze on the bare parts of her l

The early morning was bright as sunny as Amber, Pixie, and I were lowered into the ocean in a small rowing boat pointed at an unfamiliar shore. The huge, living ship we had just left, now crewed by free men, raised its sails made of leaves and made a long, slow turn before it headed away from us, towards the bright morning sun. We hadn't even had time to get our oars out. It was almost as if they wanted to get rid of us. I was in a foul mood, and this didn't help. First of all, this boat was even smaller than the one the wicked witch Sprite had use to bring me to the city of Lamplight. It wobbled even though we were only three people and had a lot of luggage stuffed into the bottom. There was no way of sitting that felt comfortable. In addition, the itch in my cock had grown worse over the last four days since we had been set free, and now it was burned like the kind of serious infection that means you have to go to see the doctor and blush a lot. Not only that, but it had be

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to my new editor Sai_dias_29 for his help. ***** Chapter 20 -- Las Vegas Bump. We just landed in Las Vegas. I am very nervous. There will be thousands of people here. I am wearing my old combat fatigues. No way I am going back to my dress uniform. A lot of older men salute me, I feel terrible, I am not active duty. I don't deserve this. Beth is holding my hand as we walk down the concourse. She can see the salutes I get and how it makes me feel uncomfortable. Beth lovingly says to me in a whisper, "Suck it up buttercup. You may not be active, but you gave your share, and risked it all. You deserve that as much as they deserve the return salute." Beth knows me so well now, always says exactly the right thing. It's been six months since we got together. We check in which

The Super-8 hotel on Freemont Road on the outskirts of Atlanta was, for a Tuesday, relatively scarce save for a few occupants, the hotel had seen its fair share of sin taking place on a daily basis, but this particular sin was in a league of its own. The activities going on in Room 313 could only be described as outright unholy. "Tits," Chloe begged, "Please," she whimpered, once again on the cusp of precipice. Through hooded eyelids, the woman watched as a hand surged forward, twisting the screw and tightening the device, eliciting a throaty, grateful moan. Chloe's lip quivered. Her entire body trembled as release ached to get out. As the clamp tightened, Chloe took in the equally naked person before her, her literal carbon copy. Darla's face remained cold and impersonal, while she gave her twin what she wanted. That was their system, ever since this thing between them started when they were seventeen. They'd given up on trying to put a label on it. T

Any and all characters are 18+ "Hey, did you pack the cooler and enough water?" Mom called down as I checked the pressure on the tyre. "Don't worry mom! All's cool, just hurry up now," I shouted back. She finally came down and started fussing with our stuff. So, after some bad planning and some more bad planning, mom and I were taking a rather lengthy road trip to some family thing. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to spending a week in some rural town. But, I'd be lying if said I wasn't looking forward to the road trip with mom. And who wouldn't? With tight pants, tank top and loose shirt on her athletic body, mom looked absolutely stunning. She had her hair up in a messy ponytail and with sunglasses on, she had a half nerdy, half sporty look about her. Her fussing done, even she looked excited to get going. And we were off. Listening to music and just randomly chatting we soon started getting bored. We enjoyed the views for a

I was trembling in fear and trepidation as I stepped into Aarti's house along with Aarti. The house was just next door to that of Shobha. Nobody else was home at that time. Aarti took off her clothes as soon as she closed the doors and threw them to me. She said, "Now my maid, you are going to wash these clothes of mine." I stammered as I said, "But Aartiji I had never done it before." Aarti smiled and after coming closer put her arms around me. She whispered in my ear, "I know. But there is always a first time maid. Give it a try. The detergent is over there." I knew it was futile to argue and hence decided to try the same. I had accepted myself as a plaything for Shobha and Aarti long before, and being a maid for them was also a part of it. I took water in a bucket from the handpump and took a handful of detergent. Aarti immediately stopped me. She said, "Hey maid take care of the quantity. This much detergent will clean off all my clothes!&qu

*Hey, it's Oghma! Long time no see everyone! I've been caught up in a lot of stuff going on in my home life, and as a result this chapter just kept getting trashed and rewritten. But I hope you enjoy the fruits of my efforts, and I thank you all for your patience. * **Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes, dark subject matter, and metaphysical weirdness ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older. * The sounds of impact rang through the gym. Again and again flesh and bone met padding and pleather with ferocity. The recoil shot through Marcus' knuckles, leaving behind a powerful sting. Yet it did not sway him in the slightest, rather he just continued to push through it and ramped up his ferocity. Every now and then, he threw out a kick to break through the combo. Fatigue and pain were meaningless concepts to him. What wasn't obvious to an outside observer was that he wasn't just practicing combos and fighting an imaginary opponent;