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Master! Master! Part 2_(1)
Part 2: “Didn’t I tell you I was feeling sick yesterday? What do you mean you don’t remember? I definitely remember telling you. Well look, I’m not coming in today. Whatever I ate, it’s coming out both ends. I’m glued to my toilet. What are you, nuts? I don’t even want to get in my car, let alone my cubicle. Yes, I swear it’s the truth. Ok, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up the phone and Momo pounced on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and purring like a Ferrari. “My boss bought it. We got the day to ourselves.” “Yay! Momo wants to spend all day cuddling with Master!” “The feeling is mutual,” I replied, rubbing her ears. Whether or not Momo truly understood the implications and meaning of sex, she …
My wife’s no vegetarian
When you awake, you’re not sure how long it’s been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it’s a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness. You sense a movement nearby and turn on your side to see me sitting at the edge of the bed where I’ve pulled back the thin, white cotton drape that surrounds us. I’m motionless now and facing out into the room. You follow my gaze and discern indistinct shapes on the other side of the lattice screen dividing the two beds. You rub your eyes and, as they become accustomed to the light, you can gradually make out more recognizable outlines on the other bed. Two people. …
Quicky at the gym
I just finished undressing after a good workout at the gym, put everything back in my locker, grab my towel, put it on my shoulder and lock my locker. With my towel in hand I take the steps to the locker room level where there is the sauna, hot tubs and showers. I open the door to the ‘spa’ section and one guy is in the furthest hot tub relaxing. I walk towards the sauna, open the door, walk in and drop my towel on the highest bench and sit on it. As I lean my back on the wall behind me, I realize that I’m not alone—someone else is there, also naked, sitting on his towel. He’s probably late forties or early fifties, toned body, no hair on it what so ever, and a …
Brooke’s Step-Father
Brooke’s Step-Father Friday Morning 2am Franklin sat with his trousers around his ankles and his big hard cock in his hand as he typed with his other hand. His cock was glistening with precum that had started to trickle down over his hand and onto the chair below. He didn’t care. He was too excited. ‘So this is her?’ Came a message from the stranger at the other end of the internet. ‘Yes!’ Franklin typed. ‘You like?’ He waited feeling his hand tight around his throbbing manhood. He had been hard for what seemed like hours, well only since his wife had retired to bed and he was alone to chat to whoever he wanted. ‘She’s cute. 19 you say? Mmmmmmmmmm!’ Came the next message. ‘I am horny as fuck right now and so close …
First Time Sex Stories #6: Basic Instinct
First Time Sex Stories #6: Basic Instinct By Missy Younglove Author’s Note: This work is based on a true experience that was related to me via email. I grew up in India, the son of two doctors. We were quite wealthy by Indian standards and had a big house with a lot of servants. My aunt and uncle would often come over on weekends and holidays, bringing my cousin with them. We’d known each other since infancy and were quite close. She was very cute, with big brown eyes and fine features. Her skin was a very light brown, something treasured in India. A growing sexual tension began to form between us when I was 11 and she was 10. Our conversations drifted toward sex more and more often. We started exchanging information on the …
My Daughter in Law day1
A few years ago I went to visit my son and his wife. Living a couple of states away I decided to drive there, I was pretty tired when I got to their house. We sat, had a couple of beers and visited for a while. We were catching up on what was going on in our lives. As always when around my daughter in law , I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Becky is barely five foot tall and might weigh one hundred pounds. Her boobs are large in proportion to the rest of her petite body. She has the perfect little round ass that makes my cock hard. Her long brown hair and bright blue eyes and beautiful smile always make me think lustfull thoughts. She knew what she was doing as …
Explicit Powers Chapter 2
So in the last part I didn’t really introduce my characters so I think I will do it here. As always comments are welcome along with constructive feedback. As Chris drove home feeling satisfied with his night’s antics, he was despite to try it again and see how far he could make Emily go. He wanted to be able to explore her mind even more, but due to her having to work all day till late at night every day of the holidays it was going to be hard to find the time. Now Chris was an average build and just below average height but he wasn’t exactly short for his age. After sitting around at home for a few hours he got horny again and this being mixed with being very board got his …
My Girlfriend and I Have Sex in Front of Her Sister_(2)
Author’s Note: This story is heavily inspired by my other series, Exhibitionist Sister. My name is Alex. It was a Friday night, and I was sitting in the basement of my girlfriend’s parents’ house. My girlfriend, whose name is Brittany, sat next to me on a couch to my left while her slightly-younger sister Melanie sat across from us on a different couch. “Can you go get me a water bottle from the fridge?” Melanie asked. “Me too, please,” Brittany said. “What do I get in return?” I joked sarcastically. As I was standing up, Melanie said, “I’ll flash you my tits!” She immediately turned red and started laughing hard. Brittany just rolled her eyes and smirked. “Oh really?” I said suspiciously. I was still speaking with a playful tone. I gave Brittany a look. …
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Becoming a nymph
This place felt weird. Was this a dream? My senses suggested it. Too damped was the shining light, too hollow the sound to be real. But on the other side, it felt too real to be not. So it probably was something in between. I stood in a great hall made of quartz, looking like a Greek temple, mist swirled through the air, greatly decreasing my range of sight. And for some reason, I was standing there all nude. “Hello? Is there someone?” my voice echoed through the hall again and again until it started to sound foreign, becoming a whisper in my ear, asking me the very same question. What was this place? I felt a little insecure, but step after step I moved forward, trespassing crested pillars, ever seeing only 10 meters in …
Training Sarah PArt Seven – Ginny gets her due
As the next hand proceeded, Ginny seemed driven to make a quick win, by bidding high early hoping the others would simply fold, leaving her with Sarah’s services the rest of the evening. First Judy, then Mary dropped out, but Gail simply called Ginny’s incessant raises up to the last card. When Ginny went all in, Gail called the bet and goaded Ginny by saying, “Since I have more money than you, do you want to sweeten the pot a little?” “Yeah bitch, before you call, you should know that I’m willing to go all the way with these cards. You and Sarah will end up waiting on me the entire evening. Can’t wait to see your flowered underwear…” Gail, remaining quite calm said, “So, all the way huh?” Ginny shot back, “You don’t have …
Harry Potter: As One War Ends Another Begins Part 12
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Part 12 The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were all stood quietly in the kitchen of the Burrow. Normally the house would be full of laughter and loud conversation, but today they all stood around waiting. Today was the funerals of Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Hermione and Mrs Weasley had gone into muggle London the day before to buy everyone clothes for the ceremony. No one other than Hermione had attended a muggle funeral before so she had picked out black suits and dresses for everyone to wear. After the war there had been a lot of funerals to attend, but wizard funerals were a lot different and no one really knew …
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Journey of a Pain Slut – Act 3 PART 1
PART 1 – The Guy Even without the storm that had added a unique atmosphere to my first ‘session’ with the Little Girl, the woods still looked sombre, overbearing and scary. The trees were rugged, gnarled and stark naked … much like she would be tomorrow, and her little friend – if indeed she came. Smiling up at the looming structure before me, I knew that I had found my tree. It wasn’t a cross, but a very wide, almost flat trunk with branches sprouting at either side. Easily wide enough to nail the crossbeam onto, with my Little Girl attached to it. Nodding with satisfaction I also noted the dense surroundings and the nearby stream. Could I make it back here in the dark? Yes of course I could. I could even park my …
how kareena became a slut
My name is Kareena Khan. since started working as telephone operator for a low salary of rs.5000 because of the compassion of my husband’s boss. He made me the raandi of his office. I have to satisfy his clients. I also satisfy his friends. My husband is blind. So he does not know what is happening. He did not mind as long as he was getting money from me. I cannot live without sex even for one day. While i was a telephone operator, whenever some office collegue comes, they will pinch my boobs or my waist. They also know that i am a raandi because i slept with everybody. The important thing that one person does not tell the other person that he slept with me. One day some one came to my table …
BDSM Boot Camp 13
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 …
My wife traded me
Tuesday morning hit like a freight train. I barely remembered getting out of bed, kissing Kristen goodbye while she scrolled her phone with that same bright, distracted smile from last night. She’d said something about “maybe heading down later to see if Brad needed help with anything,” but I was already half out the door, mind on the pile of reports waiting for me. For once, the knot in my stomach loosened a little during the commute. Work had a way of drowning out everything else when it got bad enough. The office was buzzing when I walked in. People huddled in small groups, whispering, coffee cups clutched like lifelines. I dropped my bag at my desk and barely had time to log in before Carlos’s voice boomed across the open floor. “Everyone. Conference room. …
Shared Rent
Shared Rent Part One The Move It was a Saturday morning when I arrived at the apartment we had rented with Matías. I was carrying only a backpack with my last belongings; the rest had arrived the day before: a few pieces of furniture, the desktop computer, the dishes and kitchen utensils we had managed to gather, etc. You see, Matías and I are not close friends, more like acquaintances from a university course. However, we both faced the same problem: housing. The options were clear: each of us could move into a studio apartment, sharing the living room, kitchen, and bedroom in the same space. The alternative was to join forces and rent a three-room apartment together, which would give us a bit more space. Besides, by sharing the expenses this way, we would …
The new guard gets a sexy welcome.
The sun barely crested the horizon when Ethan Caldwell, 23 years old and fresh off a transfer from a low-security men’s facility, pulled his beat-up Ford pickup into the employee lot of Blackthorn Women’s Correctional Facility. The prison loomed ahead, a squat fortress of gray concrete and razor wire nestled in the desolate plains of upstate New York, 2025. Ethan adjusted his crisp navy uniform, the badge on his chest gleaming with rookie pride. At 6’4″, with a lean but muscular build from years of discipline and gym work, he carried himself with purpose, his short brown hair and sharp green eyes signaling a no-nonsense attitude. But beneath the stoic exterior, his nerves churned—this was his first day at a women’s prison, and Blackthorn’s reputation for tough inmates made his old post feel like a …
The Slave Princess Part 5
Waking, I wonder; What raiment does the breeze wear On this first day of spring? A fine spun, fragrant mantle Borrowed from the swaying blooms! – The Canticle of Menkeret. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I grew up and its life of happy, carefree idleness. In those days, my father would read to me daily from the many sacred books of our people, reserving the end of each lesson for selections from the Canticle of Menkeret. Parts of the sacred Canticle I quickly learnt by heart, but knowledge of other chapters …
Thru the Veil: The Collective
Disclaimer: This story contains thoughts and fantasies about abduction, being exposed and lots of forced masturbation. The idea being exposed to some faceless organization, which might have immoral methods but isn’t malicious plays a big role in this story. Similar fantasies would be abduction by aliens and their subsequent sexual experiments. The events in this story are pure fiction. An expression of my erotic and fetish fantasies – in which everything works out just fine for everyone involved. I wouldn’t want to experience such a scenario in real life, nor would I wish that on anyone else. (not without a heads up, and the usual talk about limits an expectations at least). Intro Nobody really knows who or what ‚The Collective‘ is. They are the secretive hunters of the night hiding in the abandoned industrial …