Coercion

Edie, Dave and Don’sdick

As the 28yr old brunette was sucking life back into the old man’s cock, a tear rolled down her pretty face as her thoughts traveled back… Her neighbor, Dave, was a fairly nice looking guy and had a really great smile. It was easy to be attracted to him, although both of them were already married. His two kids’ ages put them a year ahead of her two girls, who were in first and third grades. Edie was barely 18 when she and Jack married and got pregnant immediately. They moved to the small town when the first child was ready to start school, thinking that a smaller school system would provide a better education. Dave and his family moved in, on the street behind them, just a few months ago. Edie had flirted a …

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Chili, Booze, Nightmares, and the Girl Next Door

JackassTales…Tale #70…Calling All Writers story #13…As many know, I am a writer of mostly young, incest tales. Here I depart from usual and write about monsters, nightmares, horror, and the horrible. Yet, not all is beastly. I have thrown in a bit of humor and romance. Oh yeah, and quite a bit of sex. Be forewarned; some of the sex is of the nightmarish nature. Sorry for my brevity. Chili, Booze, Nightmares, and the Girl Next Door [1] Liar, Liar, Belly on Fire The chili cookout challenge my neighbor and I had sponsored turned out to be a huge success. More than a two dozen neighborhood and family member friends had submitted mouth-watering entries. The theme of the challenge was, ‘How hot can you get!’ Of course, as with many sporting contests, some asshole ringer …

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Good Bitch

I hope you all like it, This is the first time I’ve posted something like this. with more talking than actual sex. This story does have a little bit of animal abuse but only one line, And I hope you don’t judge all my work on any mistakes in this one. ———————————- Cally banged her knee and scraped her elbow as she reached under the dumpster outside the grocery store, but she managed to get her palm around the baby kitten she’d seen run under it and which was hiding there all by itself. Gently now she retracted her bare arm, keeping the hand holding the kitten suspended midway between the pavement and the bottom of the dumpster — in order not to hurt the baby — but the physics of that move insured more …

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One Asshole Is Enough

Fbailey story number 543 One Asshole Is Enough She said, “I’m not letting you get in my panties, I’ve got one asshole in there already.” I laughed my ass off. That was Brandi my beautiful sister turning down an off from one of her teachers for a better grade on a test. Then she said, “I don’t need a better grade as long you are fair when you grade my test. If I think for one moment that you’re trying to fuck me that way, then I’ll have some words with your wife.” As Brandi turned to exit in a huff I was blocking her way. I made sure that her teacher knew that I had overheard the entire conversation. Then I walked her home. She told and retold the story of what had happened …

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The Pumpkin Patch

“There are only two tragedies: One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” -Oscar Wilde *** Most of the year it was just an empty lot, dusty and overlooked. Little ever grew there, and no one ever tried to build anything on it. But people knew, deep down, that it was a special place, and they treated it with deference. It was a place of power. Jezibaba’s little house crouched across the street from it, and that night she drew her curtains aside and peered through the gloom. It was the first new moon in October. When the clock struck half past, she went out. Alone, at night, she did not stoop or hobble, as she did when other people may be watching. She carried her old rocking chair, hefting …

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Hell House

Copyright 2018 by the author. All rights reserved. Hell House By Randy MacAnus As I sat checking my monitor wall, I said to myself, “It’s good to be rich.” You can afford the most delightful hobbies! I have lots of hobbies, but my favorite is breaking straight college boys and turning them into whores for men. There are easy “thug” ways to do that, of course. But I like being creative and elegant in my perversions. Now mind you, there are a lot of really good and decent young men out there, that don’t deserve to be fucked over like that. I leave those guys alone. But you would be amazed at the number of misogynistic young butt-holes out there. The date rapers, the girlfriend beaters, the gay bashers, and on and on. So how …

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Amy Emily and Me Part 6 Good Morning

The light from the morning sun was blinding me. My head was still on Amy’s ass cheek but it appeared that my sister Emily was already up. I could feel a light touch on my cock. My hand rubbed Amy’s ass and I realized that everything wasn’t just a dream. Good morning stud, I heard Amy’s soft voice whisper. Good morning sexy, I replied while trying to see her face silhouetted in the sunlight. Amy’s fingertips were gingerly tracing my morning hard-on. Up and down the shaft and around the head. She tenderly squeezed my balls, feeling the rubbery firmness. Her ass felt so good against my cheek. I kissed it and asked how she slept. Pretty damn good. I had the weirdest dream though. She answered. Dream…??? Like what? I inquired. I dreamed that …

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Seduced

My name is Anne Wilson. I was 35 when my husband walked out. There had been a frosty relationship for some time. Frankly, I was glad when he left. He promised to pay maintenance but my son and I really struggled but we made do. The first year was the toughest as I came to grips with being abandoned. Finally I thought “bugger this” and joined a gym, made friends there and started to feel human again. Sex? There wasn’t any. Hadn’t been for a long time. I rarely got myself off but as I worked out, got fitter and happier I did enjoy orgasm. It was after, when I felt empty, that was hard to take. Finally I really never bothered. I turned 40 and I was working full time. My son Toby, now …

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Lovely Tyrant

“Hey Trey, wait up,” I hear Miki call to me from somewhere behind me. I turn back toward school to see her long brown pony tail wagging behind her as she runs to catch up to me and I cannot help but get hard watching her big breasts bounce with her hair. “I got a project for you,” she announces as she slows up next to me. I groan knowing trouble when I hear it. “What is it now…” Probably just more of her homework. She’s a senior now while I’m only a sophomore, but she has me help her out with homework, which end up with me doing it for her more often than not. I want to tell her to do it herself, but she’s always been like a big sister to me, …

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A Young Girl’s Adventures with Rape – Part Three

Time seemed to slow, as he crunched across the gravel towards me. Whoever he was, I could hear his boots grinding against the dirt, his tread loud and heavy. He sounded big. He sounded really big. “What are you doing here, hun?” He said, stopping in front of me. My heart beat faster in my chest. He sounded older – a lot older. Fuck, what would he do? What would any guy like him do, if he found a girl tied naked like me? Fuck, could he smell me? Did he know? “I asked what you’re doing here. Did you do this yourself?” I nodded, without thinking. Fuck, was this going to happen? Everything I’d wanted for so long? My cunt began to tingle anew at the thought, and I felt myself grow even wetter, …

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No Longer Virgins

“Hey, Mary, it’s time to get up.” Chad told his girlfriend’s daughter. “It’s almost 9 in the morning.” “Can I sleep in today?” she asked blearily. “I was out late last night.” “What time did you come home?” he asked, knowing full well it was after 11 when she got in, despite having a 10 30 curfew. Her mother had already been asleep in bed for several hours by then, because of her early shift at the diner where she was a waitress. “I dunno, 10 or so.” Mary lied, not opening her eyes and turning onto her stomach to hide her face in the pillow. “Please, just let me sleep a little longer?” “If I do, are you going to do some things for me later?” he asked. “I promise, you’ll like them.” “What …

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Spanked at Work

The First girl that I had to spank was called Julia. She was 18 years old and worked at our largest store near Chesterfield. She had been working as a key timer every weekend and bank holiday since she was 16 and was good at her job. My office was 20 miles away but I still visited every six to eight weeks to check on things and sort any problems out, as well as completing staff assessments and product training. During an unannounced visit to that store I caught Julia kissing a man in the staff kitchen leaving the shop floor unattended as the other sales person had popped out for lunch. As we sold Home Entertainment goods, leaving the floor unattended was a serious matter. I waited until the other sales person returned before …

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African Pirates – Journey into Sex Slavery 3

Somewhere off the coast of Africa, a cruise ship had been taken hostage by a brutal group of Somali pirates. Their leader, General Khari, had captured an entire ship’s worth of innocent western tourists. He and his men had wasted no time in separating out the attractive young men and women from the rest. Stripping them naked, they’d raped the women and forced the young men to participate. Soon all would be sold as slaves, netting General Khari a tidy profit. Three of the westerners in particular had caught General Khari’s eye. Scott and his blonde wife, Amy, had taken this cruise as a treat for their 1-year anniversary. Amy’s younger sister, Jennifer, a slender, knock-out gorgeous brunette, had joined them for the fun. Now all three were in the captain’s quarters below deck, being …

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Behavioral Adjustment In Jail – chapter 1

Chapter 1 She was just a petty thief, it wasn’t fair, she should’ve gotten a fine or something it was ridiculous to sentence her to a three year imprisonment. April looked out of the window as the barbed wired fence came closer and closer. A three year sentence just for some stolen nail polish. She banged her head against the window and the officer that was driving looked at her with a stern look on his face. ‘Sorry,’ April mumbled. A deep sigh. The gates opened and they drove onto the grounds. She got out of the van and she was led inside. She got a check-up and some clothes and then she got appointed a bunk. She just had so much anger pinned up inside of her. She threw the blanket on the bed …

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Corn Girl_(1)

This story is fictional. It has to be, musn’t it? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all representations herein, are purely figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or dead is purely conincidental. Yeah, sure! Corn Girl Indiana. I’m on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month engineering visit. Of the four required visits each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course Chicago, were close enough to the regional headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the same as driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to drive. With great late summer weather, I preferred to drive. …

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The Succubae Seduction 2: The Twins, Chapter 14

What’s a girl to do after finding out that the other half of her heart is possibly her sister? In Shelly’s case, it’s pick up the pieces and try to save to worlds. Hopefully she stays alive long enough to try. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 14 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Honest Senators? Jessica cursed as she ducked behind another building. The sun was coming up and it’d taken her all night to reach this city. She was tired, filthy, and cranky. Why had she told them? It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair! Her plans weren’t ruined. She was sure …

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FIVE SUNDAYS, FIVE PARTNERS

“This month I want us to share two boys or men, and two women or girls on alternate Sundays,” my lady Cynthia told me late in the preceding month. “Or perhaps a man and boy and a woman and a girl. If you organise the males I will organise the females.” Cynthia and I are gender fluid, just past forty, both of us with strong sexual appetites. Sunday afternoons are our favourite time for entertaining and enjoying new sexual partners. We both insist on outer sex, oral sex only, no fucking, though that does leave many exciting opportunities, very exciting with the right vibe. In the past I have sourced boys from my local gym for our joint sexual pleasure. We commenced with one boy for Cynthia. She expected the boy to tongue fuck her …

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I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 4

I pulled up to Amanda’s house and parked the car on the street, concerned. Who the fuck is here at this time of night? There was a sparkling black Corvette parked in her driveway, in front of her SUV. I got out of my car, and Amanda threw open the front door and came running to meet me. She was wearing a black two piece pajama set. She had a massive smile on her face, and enveloped me in a big hug. “What’s . . going on?” I asked slowly. Amanda was hopped up and down, ecstatic, unable to contain her excitement. “I bought you a new car!” She squealed. “And it matches mine!” There’s no fuckin’ way. “You didn’t have to . . What?” I stuttered. “I mean, I don’t need a new car, …

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How to Fuck Your Son – the founding of The Book Club

“How to fuck your son” – the founding of the Book Club My name is Sara, I’m 40, and I’m the founder of a women’s book club. I’m going to skip past trying to make up some shit about what kind of books we read and how it brings us ladies together to socialize and form sisterhood and crap, and get to the point.. It’s not a book club, it’s a sex club. And because I already know what you’re thinking.. No, it’s not about having sex with each other, we’re not closeted lesbians (although that has happened before). The club serves many purposes, depending on who the lady is and what her needs are. It’s mainly a safe space where women can discuss sex (ie. Their desires, fears, fantasies, questions..) and the rest of …

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A FUN LITTLE WEEKEND – Pt.1

I was totally stunned, as I swiped my thumb across my step-sisters Iphone revealing yet another nude selfie. This one was from above as she held her blonde hair up and pouted in that stupid duck-face way that teenage girl do these days. There was even one in a mirror. She was on all fours and had pulled her bikini bottom aside. Freaking breathtaking Gina was three years younger than me. She was 22 and she was the biggest pain in my ass you could imagine. She was the ‘it’ girl at our small Uni and she walked around like the world owed her a fucking debt of gratitude, while I was already out in the working world and was only here to get the last of my things, having moved into a new place. …

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