Michael rubbed his hand over her inflamed back, the skin already warm, turned a light pink. "Now that you know what to expect, let's try a more intimate part, Justine. How about if I flog your hanging breasts?" His hands reached down to one, grabbed it in his palm, squeezed it harshly before he moved on to her nipple, pulled and yanked until it began to harden, not sure if it was pleasure or pain that brought it about, Michael had not really cared, just wanted to give himself a bigger target to abuse. "You can't hit a girl there!" she exclaimed, but knew better. Headmaster Michael enjoyed inflicting pain and she knew that her breasts wouldn't be the only place. He had already threatened to whip her between her legs. He let the flogger fly, swung side-arm, got ... Read More»

His wife sat on the stairs, knees together but cleverly positioned on the seventh riser so he could see the gusset of her white underwear drawn taut across the cleft of her pussy. 'Hello, Daddy,' she grinned when he closed the door behind him. 'I've been waiting for you to get home.' The grin became a pout as she looked down at him, eyes sorrowful. 'I missed you. It's dark and cold and wet outside ... And I don't like it when it's dark. I get scared.' She stood, purposely pausing to allow him to appreciate the clothing she'd chosen, showing off her long legs. He stared up at her and swallowed heavily, muttering an obscenity in appreciation of the spiked heels, the pink over-knee socks, the briefest pleated skirt of the same shocking colour, and the tight, ... Read More»

DR. Jean Marlin was a sex therapist. She had a big house and lived alone. Always busy working; the DR hired a cleaning agency to do her housework. They assigned an older gentleman who she met at their office while signing the paperwork. He was black in his late 40's. He seems to have been there a while so the DR had no reservations in giving the agency the code to her alarm system. He was to come once a week at 2pm on Fridays. Light dusting, sweeping, laundry and sheet changing and bed making in her master bedroom were to be his duties. Things went well enough the first few weeks. The DR was an early morning runner, rain or shine. One Friday it was a run during a sheeting rain. The route often was muddy and soon it caked her sneakers. On she ran just like ... Read More»

Mona sat quietly in the passenger seat of the sleek jet black Mercedes SL 500. She loved the feel of the appointed leather upholstery against her naked flesh. She was lost in the music on the radio and the four kit leather gloved hands that were continuously caressing her hot flesh. Mona loved the sensation that she felt as the juices trickled down between her legs and slowly crept between the crease in her ass. It excited her to know that this fine interior was being lubricated with her scent and she was even more aroused to know that she had no idea whose hands were in those supple mitts. Mona shivered slightly at the thought and then exhaled deeply letting her distended ½ inch nipples brush against two different gloved hands. Mona was breathing sporadically ... Read More»

Winters Day Part 1 The house is quiet except for the hum of the fridge and heater. It's very cold outside on a Maine's winter day. The weather man said it wasn't supposed to storm to hard, but turns out there's a nor'easter knocking on their front door. Winters in Maine are like none other. Their brutal, cold, and hard. Keeping warm is especially hard when working outside or even snow blowing the driveway. The temperatures can hit twenty below zero. The winter is long and hard and it can snow like there's no tomorrow. Penny rolled over from her side of the bed and wrapped her arm around his midsection. He's a big guy so that's pretty much the only place that she can reach without having to struggle. She rubbed his soft underbelly and breathed in his ... Read More»

Of all of the stories that I have written this is the most true piece that I have as an author have ever gotten to write. For all of you that know me; if you are the least bit squeamish, put down the book, and stop reading now. For those that like a bit of freakish action, this one might be for you... So I have always wanted to drink a girl. Ha, this sounds impossible seeing I am not a cannibal and I refuse to drink blood... no not what I mean! I'm talking about drinking a girl's piss. So this may be close to it! I have read countless stories about girls that can do this, but I have yet to come across a guy that has the balls to aim his cock in the right direction while pissing to be able to swallow his own bile. I didn't think I could do it though; ... Read More»

Julie lay there on her back in her new babydoll lingerie, sweat covering her body. She spread her pale legs and raised her knee’s up as Tom removed his towel exposing his large endowment. Julie’s petite frame excited Tom has he kneeled onto the bed crawling his way up toward Julie. “Oh, now that’s what I called a cock” said Julie looking down over her large pointy breasts. Tom leaned back, his cock hardening. “Uh-oh” said Tom with a smile. Tom’s lurched forward feeling Julie’s smooth thigh and fingering her tender pussy flaps. He leaned into Julie as she arched her back ready to receive Tom’s oversized serving of man. Tom’s long extended rod lowered bumping its pointy head against Julie’s moist juicy vaginal lips. Fully aroused, with her pussy ... Read More»

Well, ladies, this is my first throwaway story (warning: it's very long). And yes, ButtplugThrowaway and ButtplugThrowaway1 were already taken. Several months ago my boyfriend and I bought ourselves a couple of vibrators, one for vaginal use and one for anal play. Up to this point we had never used the anal plug for its intended purpose. We had bought it for my boyfriend but so far he hadn't worked up the nerve to use it yet. Last Monday we were having sex and while in doggystyle position, he took out the butt vibrator, lubed me up and slid it in. This was the first time we were playing with any sort of butt toys. It was exciting and fun and all that, he was being gentle and everything. Felt great. And then... He moved it to either push it in a bit more, ... Read More»

The heading at the top of the screen simply reads: "What is your ultimate fantasy?" I don't know how I found this website but I have been staring at the screen for the past ten minutes too afraid to start filling out the survey. On the home page it states that once you fill in all of the blanks the company will write a personalized story based on what you have described as your ultimate fantasy. The cursor keeps blinking but I am staring at the empty boxes. "Type, type, type ..." I read the first part of the questionnaire. ARE YOU TO PLAY A DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE ROLE IN YOUR FANTASY? - Submissive. Click. HOW MANY PEOPLE, INCLUDING YOURSELF, ARE TO BE FEATURED IN YOUR FANTASY? - Three. Click. IS THE SETTING FOR YOUR FANTASY TO BE PUBLIC ... Read More»

I sure had a wild time at the poker game and it was something I never expected. After we talked about it, I was clear that our friends did not think any less of me and that they had a great time too. Cheryl and I were lying in bed, in our matching panties, the following night, just kind of snuggling and talking about it when she reached down and started caressing my cock through my panties. "I really loved watching you suck Bob's cock," Cherly says, "I hope you're going to give a repeat performance. Maybe you'll let me see you do Pete next." "Don't count on it," I said "It was fun one time, but I'm not gay. I like women." "I know you're not gay but you can be bi. What's wrong with that? I think it's hot. My pussy was sloppy wet watching the action." ... Read More»

Father John McMurray always felt a nervous tremor run through his body when winter was approaching. It wasn't the ice wind from the Atlantic that caused this sensation. Standing in the sacristy and preparing to carry out his clerical duties, with the first chill of winter pressed to his skin, his heart always leaps at the thought of what he would soon see. As soon as winter came, the body of the church was transformed into a soft heavenly ocean of fur, countless thick luxuriant coats of women young and old. As the priest would lead the faithful in their prayers his heart and body would ache with the delight that teased his eyes from every direction. His very conception of heaven was there before him, tantalizingly near yet far removed because of his station in ... Read More»

Sunlight in my eyes, burning through the eyelids, hot on the rest of my body, bad case of cotton-mouth, and an overwhelming need to take that nice long first leak of the day. Not the best way to wake up in the world, but not bad by any means. Last night came back slowly, and I recalled I was on the deck where I had curled up with a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream as the party wound down. My slight headache confirmed I had probably landed here as opposed to choosing to find a nice place to sleep off my happy buzz, but probably before I had completely ruined myself for today. Not bad. Still hadn’t opened my eyes. Wasn’t planning to. Bright sun, bad karma. I reached down to the deck and felt around, hoping… no, not a bottle… no, not that bottle… ugh, what was ... Read More»

Lixie is ordered into The Room Lixie needed to find somewhere else to live. At the age of 27 she decided it was time to move away from her parents and find somewhere where her Master could visit and spend the night with her so they could enjoy the pleasure of each other whenever they desired, which seemed to be most of the time. As she worked in Margate it had to be fairly near so it was easy to get there and back. She took it on herself to find somewhere suitable and trawled through the local papers and found a first floor apartment to rent in a nearby village. She picked up the phone and called the number. A man answered and told her about the accommodation and she arranged to go round that evening and view it. As Lixie pulled up outside the big double ... Read More»

As Conrad approached her desk, Debbie prepared herself to get pissed off. She hated Conrad, absolutely hated him. He was an arrogant prick, and he was fairly high up in the company's food chain. Debbie always made an effort to give Conrad a hard time whenever she could. "Good morning Conrad, forget how to turn on your PC while you were gone?" She asked with false sweetness. "Very funny. No, I forgot my password. Please change it for me." He returned, thinking to himself that even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her portly figure. "OK. I'll change it to something you can remember until you get back to your desk." Debbie told him, having an idea. Usually she changed people's passwords to "password", and they would log on set their own new ... Read More»

"All I see on my phone is this VIP Foot Massage," I said to Andrea, my wife. "The ad looks a bit sleazy," she replied. "But right now my feet hurt so bad I would take anybody. I'm calling them." She did too. A minute later she said, "We're heading over there. I think he said they can take us. He didn't speak much English, just kept saying Yes, Yes, Yes." "Hmmm, sounds like you in bed," I joked. "Oh stop it Wayne," she scolded me. The truth was we actually hadn't had sex a whole lot lately. We got there to VIP Foot Massage in a few minutes. There was a guy outside smoking. We went on in as he held the door and then followed us in. A woman met us inside and had us sit in these large comfortable recliner chairs right there in the main entry room. ... Read More»