Fiction

My Weekend With Dawn – Sunday Shower

I love that I have casino points where I can stay in some pretty nice rooms and the shower in our room is very spacious. It has a bench seat at one end and as you move towards the shower handles, we are surrounded by shower heads in the walls with a detachable shower head in the center. When we turn on the water, it feels like we are in a car wash except the water is gentle and warm. It is amazing to have all this water around us as we stand in the middle holding each other, kissing each other and just letting the water cascade all over us. The kissing and the water was starting to have an effect on my growing member and you reach down between us and start stroking …

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Summer With My Granddaughter, Part 3

We decided to head my motor coach northeast out of Minnesota, through Wisconsin towards the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to see the sights up there. I wanted to show my granddaughter Kristy the beautiful Lake Superior and the tundra like landscape of this isolated part of the United States. Besides, I didn’t want to take any chances of being found in my coach just in case Carrie couldn’t resist telling her parents about what the three of us did the other night. Better to be safe than sorry. As we slowly made our way across the Cheese State, Kristy informed me that Mother Nature had called upon her once again and that we would have to show our affections by cuddling, kissing and being close for the remainder of the week. I can’t say that …

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The Chauffeur (#54) The Shooting

The Chauffeur (#54) The Shooting By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 Chapter 1 When I woke up, I heard my phone buzzing on the dresser. Being all entangled into Dakota and Jill, I really didn’t want to get up and check my phone. I just let the call go to voicemail, however, less than 5 minutes later my phone was buzzing again. This time it was a text message. Now, I reluctantly got up and shuffled over to my phone. I picked it up and tried to focus my eyes on the text message, but I was having a hard time. Finally, I read the text. It was from Tina’s Mom. It read “Shooting at the college campus. More than 50 dead and over 200 injured. Been texting Tina since I heard it on TV. Can’t …

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The Life of John Smith Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Never a Dull Moment The rest of the year was fantastic. For one thing, mother was employed by a fellow worker of Mr. Logan’s at a very good wage and there was no longer a need to cut off the heat to my room. There was no mention of me moving to mother’s bed. She was pleased with her job and no longer experienced the mood swings she had before. In fact, she was so stable that I no longer worried about her. She avoided going for drinks after work by insisting I take the car each day and thus she could say as an excuse, “I’m being picked up after work by my son.” This gave me the chance to spend more alone time with Andrea. Hardly a day passed without her …

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Fallen Kingdom 2

Fallen Kingdom – Part 2 Phaeka would do anything to save her daughter. That urgent motherly instinct surged in her despite the nightmare unfolding. The petite noblewoman had endured the worst of the rape already – or so she hoped. Now it was just one man fucking her, lying on top of her, pinning her to the patio table. He was a muscular specimen – brutish but not unhandsome. The whipcord muscles in his arms bulged as he tensed his body and kept thrusting. The Prythian noblewoman felt his cock plunge deep inside her with each merciless fuck, and to her abiding shame her body responded… almost craving each penetration. ‘I will endure anything if it means they will spare the life of my little girl,’ she thought. Her daughter Anaria was no longer a …

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The Third Richest Man in the World–Part 2

CHAPTER 5 We had been there for about fifteen minutes–grabbing and groping each other, sucking tits and cunts and my cock—when I saw Mark standing off to the side of the pool. Mark is my Chief of Security; there were signs of concern on his face. I excused myself and climbed quickly out of the pool. I grabbed a towel and walked over to speak with him. “What’s up, Mark?” “We had a small ship go by about an hour ago. It was in much closer than necessary and it was moving slowly. We may have a problem.” I clapped him on the shoulder and turned back to the women. “Everyone out…now. That’s it; dry yourselves. I need to speak with you.” I continued about five minutes later when everyone was huddled around me. “What …

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Down on the Farm – Part 2

Kyle finally released Jake’s limp penis and looked at the mess they had made on each other. Jake was leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. There was cum all over them. Kyle’s hand was covered, not to mention his arm, chest, and thigh. Jake had some on his chin still. “I think we need to clean up,” Kyle said as he scooted forward to the edge of the bed. Jake opened his eyes and looked down at himself, “Yeah. I think your right,” he said. “You can use the shower if you need to.” Kyle got up and walked down the hall. He got to the bathroom and quickly stepped out of his socks and into the shower. When the water warmed up he stood under it and replayed what had just …

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Feeding Petunia

Feeding Petunia by Lubrican Bob Davis was in trouble, and it was real trouble. His cock was stiff and he was getting a blow job of sorts, but not by choice and not the kind of blow job he wanted … maybe not the kind of blowjob he could even survive. It felt like his balls might just get sucked out through his dick. As he frantically tried to get away from the cute young female whose mouth was firmly attached to his cock, thoughts flashed through his head on how he got in this mess … Mandy was a cute girl, of average height, with nice round bouncing breasts, and wide hips below a slim waist. She had straw colored hair that was almost always worn in a pony tail. She was strong for …

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Being owned – Part 3

I awoke early in the morning. Birdsong drifted in through the open window. Yawning I got up, stretched myself and made my way to the small kitchen. Coffee before shower, before getting fucked. I had adapted to his schedule, developed a routine. In the mornings about nine he would come and get me. One of his dogs would fuck me and after a quick clean up I was free to do as I pleased. Around dawn he would get me for the second time. Sometimes a dog would be first, other times it was just him fucking me. I still did not enjoy it. I could bear it. A deal was a deal after all. Taking my coffee outside I sat down on the lawn in front of the bungalow. The grass was cool and …

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Georgia Part 04

Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 04 Arm in arm, daddy and I walked into the main hall with the steel balls clunking in my pussy. The ball was in a big room with a big dance floor surrounded by lots of big tables, all set out ready for a meal. A man greeted us then directed is to our assigned table. I couldn’t help noticing a few people staring at us, well me probably, you see my dress was doing what it is supposed to do when I walk; showing my slit. At our table we were greeted by 6 other people, all who stood to …

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The Chauffeur (#30) Red Door, Part One

The Chauffeur (#30) Red Door, part one By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 After the day of bowling, things went on in a normal fashion. Day by day BJ became more accustomed to the play group. At work, we are letting all the district offices of all the brands become aware that their district office will close over the weekend and on Monday there will be no access. Clearly that news was making the rounds as more than 85% of those who worked in a district office called Sharon or BJ and decided to move to the Hawk. However, there were still those few that acted like they get to make their own rules. By the time Thursday rolled around I made a company-wide statement. It said, “If you haven’t moved over to the …

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THE BRIDESMAIDS

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011 She looked so delightful in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly-fitted cut highlighting the budding curves of her slender sixteen-and-a-half year old body – her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips and her cute bubble-butt. Helen was a very pretty and attractive teenager even in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classically-simple and elegantly-shaped sheath of satin, she looked absolutely eatable – and I had plans to do just that. We two had been the maids of honour at the marriage of my sister, Samantha, to Helen’s brother, James. The bride and groom had met five years ago when attending the same university, and were now aged twenty-five. I am three years and seven months younger than Samantha, and a college student myself these days, …

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Onwards, the Will

“Not backward can the Will will; that it cannot break time and time’s desire—that is the Will’s most lonesome tribulation.* Willing emancipateth: what doth Willing itself devise in order to get free from its tribulation and mock at its prison? “ – Nietzsche, The Redeemed. Thus Spake Zarathurstra It was in her, the rape. It had been there for as long as she could remember. A dark simmering of silent awareness that hooked its million pinned proboscis into the drifting energies of the environment from which she’d grown. Consent classes, graphic news stories, harassment panics, extreme TV and virtual reality, a confused miasma of cultural expression that from one minute to the next, couldn’t decide its own intent. At once, it expressed itself in an elaborate edifice of terror and deterrence, yet, at the same …

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paradise spa

It’s the night of my twenty-fifth birthday and I’m alone, I think to myself as I slump on the couch smoking the thirtyth cigrette of the day. I was late for work and got ripped by my boss, and my car is toast. happy fuckin birthday. I sit there channel surfing, thinking about taking a bath and drinking the last of my tequila rose, when the phone rings. I grab it on the third ring,” Hi, whats up?” I answer. ” Hey, baby, get ready I’ll be there in twenty minutes and pack a bag for the weekend” It’s my man, he remembered my birthday. ” I’ll be ready” I reply. I hang up and head for the bathroom , I turn on the shower and rush back to my room stripping off my clothes …

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SOLD!!! – Pt.5

Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. Marlena really got off on being dominated, and I was getting off on dominating her. I took my dick in my hand and pointed at her wet hole. I touched the tip of it to her slit, the damn thing was positively soaked. She moaned LOUDLY as I slid my member up and down her cunt. I would stop at her entrance for just a second and then I would slide right past it just to drive her crazy. Marlena would whimper like a dog whenever I slid past her entrance. She needed my cock so bad, and began to beg me in a meek voice “P-P-Please Master! Please use your pussy. It – It wants you SO ba-aa-ad!”. I considered this just another punishment for her. She …

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How Diana Overcame Her Shyness Ch. 05

CHAPTER FIVE Diana had only been home a few days when James called. He apologized for not calling sooner, explaining that he had been moving into a sublet apartment in town for the summer as he would be working as a research assistant for one of his professors. Diana in turn told him what she was doing and they chatted casually for a while. Then there was a pause and after a moment James said, “I, um, got your…message.” Diana froze. Was he going to laugh at her? Tell her to leave him alone? “I…uh…” she began, but James interrupted her. “Is this really what you want, Diana?” He hesitated, then went on, “Because I really…” He stopped, and Diana couldn’t breathe. Then he finished his sentence, “I really, really liked that.” Diana was sitting …

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Taking Care of a Problem_(1)

Lily stirred uncomfortably, and realised she had rolled over onto her stomach. Still half asleep, she groaned as she felt the stiffness of a troubled night settle into her bones, and shooting pains run from her neck to the bottom of her spine. As she came to her senses, she realised it was still pitch dark. She was never one for waking through the night, not before all of the shit at work, but now she was lucky to get a couple of hours before she woke up drenched in sweat. That wasn’t all, though. The pain and stiffness in her spine wasn’t just from sleeping. There was a figure sitting on top of her, straddling her thighs so that she could not move, and fear gripped her in a vice. As soon as she …

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The Chauffeur (#37) Time For A Party

The Chauffeur (#37) Time for A Party By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 As the rest of the week wore on, Mom went into high gear prepping for our FBI party on Saturday. She had both Bobby and Sammy sitting down multiple times with her going over the food list, making changes each time she sat with them. At some point, I just told them privately that it’s her first west coast party and she wants it to be a big success. The chefs were both cool about the whole thing saying that they completely understood. Anita showed up at the office every day with a smile on her face. We didn’t play anymore since her first day, but it was nice to see the change from someone who felt like life was kicking …

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the naughty mom Part 7

Naughty Mom Chapter Seven: Two down and one to go! Those words kept pounding in Alicia’s head like a chant shouted by cheerleaders. She hadn’t showered. She hadn’t dressed. The unmade bed with Ricky’s cum on the sheet lay before her like a symbol, a symbol of her messed-up mind and soiled soul. She wandered around her bedroom, naked under her leopard-skin robe, sitting on the bed from time to time, sometimes leaning over to sniff the wet spot and get a whiff of Ricky’s cum. The smell reminded her of the smell of the cleanser she’d used today to scour out the sink. Two down and one to go, said that wicked voice in Alicia’s mind. Zenobia’s got nothing on you, Alicia. In two days, you’ve outdone Zenobia with all her stableboys. Zenobia’s a …

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Two Fridays – Part 2

This story continues on directly after my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 1. In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream. My come-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had tossed it before getting in, showed one thing- the part about wanking myself was certainly true, but what about the rest? I showered and put on fresh clothes for the day, and a short time later, Tina came to join me at breakfast, straight from her bed, and wearing her nightie and brunch coat. Although as usual, we talked and chattered over breakfast, Tina said nothing about last night, which suggested to me that maybe I just dreamt it, but it all seemed so real. Then, if it was real, …

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