1. A Wedding


    Date: 8/15/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Boys/Teen Female, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    “It doesn’t,” he clipped one end of a leash to the collar and the other end to an iron ring in the floor “You stay here, I reckon if you eat a decent high alkaline diet then after a month or so when you are pregnant you can go back to school.” “Yeah right,” she sneered, then she realised “You are serious?” “Works for me” he insisted, “See any blemishes” She looked closely at Jamie, for the first time marvelling at his slightly tanned but unblemished back. “How do you do it, is it genetic?” Krista asked. “It is to do with diet," Jamie explained, "My dad did his uni dissertation on it but they could not accept his theory and they failed him, that’s why he cuts lawns, and why I have to work to get through school." “But it works?” Krista queried. He thought for a moment before replying “Yes, I’ll get you the right Alkaline balance then when in a few weeks time your Ph balance stabilises you will be fine outdoors, if you don’t overdo things but you should not need anti acid indoors, or any of those ridiculous bee keeper hats.” On Monday morning Jamie strode across the immaculate Lawns of Royston Duroe’s fine house, his shirt open to the waist as usual, he knocked twice on the front door and stood aside as it swung open, then he stepped within the airlock and waited as the air changed then walked more slowly into the house. Mrs Duroe spotted him “You beast” Kriska’s mother squealed. “Why am I a beast?" Jamie queried, "I love Kriska, no one else wanted her so she is mine now and ...
    that is an end to it.” “So where is my daughter?” she asked. “Tied up in my house, quite safe." he stated calmly, "Actually I came for her hand communicator.” “And her dowry” she stated with a knowing smirk. “I need her communicator, please.” Mrs Duroe. “Lizzy fetch Krista’s hand communicator, and her luggage.” Mrs Duroe ordered. “Just the Communicator, if you please. Lizzy," Jamie requested, "then Kriska can make contact.” Lizzy reached for the small grey unit and pumped the charge lever a few times. “Here.” She announced. “Now go.” Mrs Duroe called Lizzy to follow and turned and walked away leaving Jamie to find his own way out. “Mummy, is that Kriska’s husband?,” Lizzy asked and when her mother nodded she added, “Isn't he beautiful.” “Yes, isn’t he,” her mother giggled “Oh Lizzy you should have seen him, like an animal, pounding into your poor sister, Daddy never showed such passion, it was frightening. I was almost jealous.” But she was far beyond almost jealous, the image of Jamie’s rampant penis pounding her daughter made her damp in a way she thought she would never experience again. His refusal of the dowry bothered her, surely some trickery was afoot? Kriska sat on the floor and looked up with disbelief as Jamie gave her the communicator. “You tie me up, use me as you will, keep me naked and yet you fetch my communicator?” she switched it on and punched in the number, “Hi mom” she started to speak but as she spoke Jamie started to kiss her feet. “He is here, Mom he is ...
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