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Carolyn S.
As time went on I could see that my erotic massage clientele was building. I didn’t want my massages to become ho-hum boring, so I decided that next time I order supplies I would add a few new items. Along with a case of Astroglide I also ordered some adult sexual aids and toys. You know what I’m talking about; vibrators, dildos, vibrating dildos with clitoral stimulators, butt plugs, rabbits, etc. Some of these toys look so lifelike that just seeing them in with my large supply bag full of lotions and other goodies more often than not would bring about a little curiosity from my horny clients. Some would get a little bit aroused in anticipation that I might use some of these on them. And then the women who knew what they wanted …
Money is Power (Part 8) reformatted
Mindy is having the worst day of her life. For this weekend, Mindy is my very reluctant sex slave. Today is Saturday, 6 PM, and I’ve just finished whipping Mindy with a riding crop, violating all three of her orifices, and finished by cumming in her mouth. With my orgasm compete, I made her show me the jizz, before she gulped it down. Why would anyone put up with this, you ask? Well, Mindy, over the course of a couple years, stole $30,000 from her church building fund. The church books are to be audited on Monday and Mindy will be busted. In addition to worrying about jail, Mindy was only able to take the money because her boyfriend/fiancé is the church treasurer. He will be disgraced and certainly dump her. Mindy is twice divorced, …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior
The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. All characters in this work of fiction are 18+. Wednesday, January 22nd “I wish my sister was healed!” Kyle demanded, cradling Fatima’s head on his lap. Aaliyah closed her eyes, shuddering, “It’s an enchantment. It’s beyond the scope of my power.” “So you could heal her if she was hurt?” She shook her head. “Healing isn’t hearth or harem.” “And neither is breaking a spell?” “No,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I tried, but my father’s commands still restrict my powers.” “So disobey him! You come from some old-school culture. Shouldn’t your husband supersede your father?” “But my father is the Sheikh of the Jann Tribe. His word carries the weight of law.” A …
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Missy Brother and Dad
Missy Brother and Dad (5) Mom went to work, but her mind was on Josh. Her life had changed way for the better and she felt horny like she did as a young woman. She daydreamed about him all the time now. She just wasn’t expecting this to happen. She hadn’t had wet panties for years, and now each thought added some to her pussy. By noon, her panties were soaked. Josh went to school and was in a daze. He wonder if his buddies or anyone could tell he was fucking his mom and his sister. He felt double good inside and felt like he was walking on air all day. Missy was happy too. Her new friend Jen, wanted to have sex with her dad, and Missy was helping her with ideas to …
My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3
My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3 Intro: Literotica.com author en_extase crafted three fabulous characters in his 2 part story, but left the second part at a cliffhanger. This is how I imagine it to have continued. Please read his amazing stories here: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=688377&page=submissions That was weird. Jennifer, my girlfriend, said to stop by her place just before noon, and sure I was a little early, and she’d said to just come in since she would leave the door unlocked, but here it was open just a little bit. I pushed it open all the way and looked in. There was a purse and some clothes on the floor of her living room. I entered cautiously and closed the door behind me while asking in a loud voice, “Anybody home?” The clothes seemed to be a pair …
Draconian Law, Part 2
Darian snapped his fingers again to command the rattling chains to release Roxanna’s wrists from hanging from the ceiling. He needn’t have worried about the princess escaping just then, despite her feisty spirit of rebellion. The girl collapsed unceremoniously to the stone floor, too sore to move a muscle, much less leap to her feet and run. Only her eyes moved, the bright unsettling green of their irises flickering from behind her eyelashes beaded with sweat, and she watched him with shallow clouded breaths from behind her gag as Darian strode calmly around the cave. A bubbling sound registered in her ears then. There was a spring inside the cave, she remembered. Roxanna must have closed her eyes longer than a second, because the next thing she knew she was shocked by the feel of …
THE TRAINEE MASSEUR
“Did he approach you in the showers? Were you flaunting your large cock for him?” “Better still, I told him he can practice on both of us. You know I would love to watch his hands all over your naked body.” “Does he have any experience with females?” “Let’s find out.” A few days later at four in the afternoon Brian is topless in tight, white shorts and sneakers after setting up his massage table. He is a good looking twenty-five year old boy, twenty-years younger than us, with a toned six-pack body. I am naked under my short silk dressing gown while I anticipate his hands on my body. My voyeuristic side is also anticipating watching his hands on my lady’s naked body. Will she enjoy it? Where might it lead to? “I am …
Doing Amsterdam with my niece and sister
I had rented an apartment in Amsterdam for 2 weeks. A medical professional I know had recommended me ( off the records) to try some indica cannabis for my pains. The budtender smiled as he handled the jars of dense, sticky flowers. He was a lean man with tattooed knuckles and an eye that twinkled with a hint of mischief. “Listen, mate,” he whispered, leaning over the glass counter, “if you want the pain to vanish, the Indica will put you in a cocoon. But be warned: this specific harvest is a bit of a tease. It doesn’t just relax the muscles; it wakes up the skin. Every touch feels like a spark, and suddenly, you’re looking at everyone as if they’re made of candy.” Tor let out a hearty laugh, leaning back as he …
CyberPunk 2077: Vanessa’s mission to save the Night City
Vanessa was a member of a group of rebels – hackers, sympathizers and daredevils – fighting against the ever growing power of the corporations that ran their world, the Night City. The corporations had a plan for an elite to exterminate most of the population, a plan that one of their lead scientists was about to expose in his whistleblowing. To prevent this from happening, Mr Chow, the corporation’s ruthless frontman, killed the scientist and persisted his consciousness on a chip. The rebels learned about the plan and plotted a daring heist to steal it back. Vanessa volunteered for it knowing that this is her only chance at survival and countless others’ as well. She was determined to get into the penthouse no matter what – even if it cost her life. With all her …
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A THIRD PARTY FOR MY LOVER 2
Even though we are both much older now, I had to ask myself was it too late to share a sexy young guy with her? Had the opportunity been missed? The more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen, for Mireille’s sexual pleasure and mine. I was determined to organise a sexy young guy for her sexual pleasure. Mireille has an intriguing, bilingual French background. She is an incredibly classy, confident, elegant and sexually sophisticated woman. She loves a challenge. Wonderful chemistry from the moment we first met. Far sexier than she realised. The way she spoke, the way she commanded attention. I can still recall the first time she told me, “I am to please and be pleased. I love being teased and licked by both sexes. And I really …
My wife traded me
One week had passed since the creation of the “Building Husbands” group chat, and the new reality had settled over our apartment like a thick, humid fog that refused to lift. I came home from work that Friday evening utterly drained, the weight of another $400 payment to Brad still pressing heavily on both my bank account and my chest. Kristen was already waiting for me in the bedroom, wearing nothing but one of my oversized white button-down shirts, left open just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. The moment I stepped through the door, she gave me that soft, knowing smile and patted the space beside her on the bed. “Come here, baby,” she said gently. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I sat down heavily. Before I could …
BDSM Boot Camp 18 & 19
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality, or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but …
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The Gang Part 2
The phone buzzed against my thigh, snapping me out of the DVD’s hypnotic glow. Vicky’s name flashed on the screen, third call today. My thumb hovered over the decline button, but guilt twisted my stomach. She’d texted again: *Seriously, Sarah, wtf happened? You vanished.* The clock read 9:47 PM. I’d been watching the footage on loop for hours, my body sore from relentless touching. Jay’s voice echoed from the TV speakers, “That’s it, take it deeper, slut” as my phone buzzed again. This time, I grabbed it, my voice hoarse from disuse. “Vicky. Hey.” “Jesus Christ, Sarah!” Vicky’s voice was sharp with relief and irritation. “I’ve been calling hospitals and everything. You just disappeared!” “I know, I…” My voice cracked as Jay’s laughter from the DVD drowned out my thoughts. The footage showed me arching …
Mr Stephensons Fucking Machine Part 3
Mister Stephenson’s Fucking Machine part 3 As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny Will our working class hero George with his steam powered cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion. =========================================== Arthur Cleghorn sat at his magnificent dining Table in his brand new red brick Mansion entertaining the Dowager Lady Maplethorpe arguably the most awful person in the whole of Newcastle and even in Yorkshire area she would have made top two hundred, and her effeminate stuck up prat of a son Arthur, seventeenth Baron Maplethorpe. “Arthur went to Cambridge, studied classics” “What does he know about mining?” asked Arthur Cleghorn “Lord Maplethorpe is a gentleman of leisure father.” Fanny replied. “How much brass thee got?” Arthur Cleghorn was blunt, to the point and no fool. …
a change in lucy….part 2
What a difference a day makes, or more precisely a few days. Only three days had passed since Lucy Camden had lost her virginity, and had it been taken by her sister Mary’s boyfriend. So far Mary hadn’t said anything to her about it. So Lucy assumed she didn’t know. But on the fourth day that would change drastically. Lucy was in her room laying on her bed and thinking how good to would feel to have a cock in her right now, and it didn’t really matter if is was Mary’s boyfriend’s cock or someone else, she was just in the need of getting laid. As she lay there she began to have nasty thoughts and slowly found herself sliding her hand into her hot pink sweat pants and she began to play with …
Taxi For Cheryl Cole
I work as a cab driver in the north London area and one Saturday night I was working the night shift, which meant the normal amount of drunken lads throwing up and dropping kebabs in the back seat, and girls who flash just about every part of their bodies. Well one night after about 2 in the morning I got a call to go to the Embassy Club one of London’s posh club’s to pick up a VIP which wasn’t that bad I had picked up a few VIP’S in my time and they were all very nice always gave a decent tip. So I drove over there and found the pavement covered in photographers all trying to get pics of someone I couldn’t quite see and as I pull up people bounce off my …
The Big Dick Auction
THE BIG DICK AUCTION, PART I First, there was an ad about it in the Vegas Sun, clearly stating: Attention, all men with big dicks. Felix Entertainment, a new porn-based motion picture, is seeking three male porn stars, who are to be chosen at the coming Big Dick Auction to be held on 6 July at Hermes Hotel. If you think you have a dick that big enough, please visit our website below for more information. Jeremy placed the newspaper down on the bar table and looked at his pal seated beside him. “Have you seen this big dick ad in the Vegas Sun?” He asked Taylor who was sipping a glass of beer slowly. “Big dick ad?” Taylor’s eyes stuck out. He was on the verge of passing out. “What is this big dick …
Sucking for Tattoo’s
tattoo’s are so expensive these days, who can afford to get them anymore? I know I can’t, but fortunately for me, I have a deal worked out with one of my local tattoo artist that gives me a huge discount on the work I’m getting done. everyday on my way home from work, I stop off at the shop and I spend about an hour in the back room with him sucking his cock. I’m not gay or even the slight bit attracted to men. but it gives me the discount and I think it’s worth it. besides, its just a dick in the mouth and the cum doesn’t taste that bad. it began some months ago when I moved into town and started looking for a shop that could give me sleeves and cover …