Bobby would text once a week with orders for Jenny. Sometimes early in the week to set up a weekend session other times a last minute booty call. But she always complied because she dare not risk losing out on a chance to be fucked so well. For three months it was pretty much a one night a week thing. He would fuck her silly and send her on her way. He never asked her to stay and made sure she knew she was to leave after they finished without cleaning up. She loved the slutty feeling of being used and riding home full of his cum leaking out of her now loose pussy. She had started doing kegals and exercising her legs in hopes to offset the damage Bobby was inflicting on her vagina. But the long sessions he put her through made it impossible to fully recover. ... Read More»

I woke up that morning to the sound of something in my room. I rolled over to see the lovely sight of my two favorite girls standing next to my bed. Jen looked down at me smiling, "Hey sleepy head. You know you should be careful about who you give your house key to." Carol was standing next to her and laughed at what Jen had said. I yawned trying to wake myself, "My God, what time is it?" Carol looked at her watch saying, "Its just after ten this fine beautiful morning. I think we need to wake you up." Having said that she threw back my covers and jumped on the bed next to me. Jen laughed and did the same, saying, "Yep time to wake you up." It had been two weeks since I last saw them and what a day that was. I was so sore after what they had ... Read More»

Julie was a slut. She loved cock. She loved to get fucked. She liked it down the throat and up the ass. She got off on the taste of cum. She wasn't just any slut either. She was beautiful. Her long blond hair framed a pretty face with big blue eyes. Her body was spectacular. Her tits were just the right size - big, but not too big. She kept herself in excellent shape. There was just one problem. Julie was in love with a man who had no idea that she was a slut. Julie met John during a party her parents had thrown at Christmas during her junior year of college. He was funny and witty. He made her laugh. He asked her out on a date. He treated her like a lady opening the car door and saying "thank you" and "please". After the movie he brought ... Read More»

I could never quite put my finger on what was wrong. But the fact remains that I fucked Jane for a year, we were actually going together, seeing movies, having dinner, the stuff you do when you go together, but I never told people we were seeing each other, and would even deny it when someone asked. Once, my former boss brought her up in a conversation -- we had all worked together -- and said "She's probably great in bed. The ugly ones always try harder." I didn't think Jane was ugly, she was kind of cute. But I thought maybe the reason I hid our relationship was I was worried what other people would think of me. It was a lot later that I realized the real reason was that she was kind of nuts. ..... But really, the sex was great. I'm not exactly sure ... Read More»

Mary sat and waited for her husband of three years to return from work. She had a special treat in store for him tonight. Her husband Frank had a foot fetish and it wasn’t easy for Mary to play his games. She wanted to try and had tried several times in the past, but Frank liked humiliation with his feet and it was hard to give him what he wanted. She always felt silly. She sat on the couch watching the evening news and sweating. She was sweating for a reason. She had on a light, white, cotton T-shirt that showed off her small breast and dark nipples perfectly. She wore a pair of athletic shorts and thong panties underneath. She topped this off with a pair of Nike tennis shoes that were all leather, solid white, and relatively new, with a pair of new cotton socks ... Read More»

Sadly i dont have a mistress or master anymore.. i like feeding so if you like what you read.. meassage me or comment. may it will be a silicone fist, or may a champainbottle that i will ride until you come home. May i will blow up a pump-plug so big i cant hold still cause of the lil pain it creates. my pussy will be, by the time you come home, pumped up and swollen, big, shiny and wet.. and you just can shove your hand in my asscunt to lead me somewhere. i will crawl, my boobs already touching the ground and my belly jiggling around while i crawl. i need to sit down on a chair wich have a big plug on it, when i sit down you enlarge it, so i cant get off.. and then you start to feed me. you let me eat huge amounts of food. when i start to beg to stop, ... Read More»

He had been hinting about it for quite sometime. Pushing things as always, he had latched onto a new role play: Daddy/daughter play. At first it made me squeamish. The ick factor was quite high. When he first used that term I had frozen. I stopped kissing him and quickly pulled myself off his lap. "What did you say that for?" I asked. He had a smile on his face. "What?" "Uhhh, don't go there." He tried to tempt me and reached out to touch me. I pulled away from his grasp. "Not cool," I told him and left the study. I never had a good relationship with my father. To him, I was someone to be relegated to the background. Sure he loved me, I guess, but to him, well I was someone to cook and clean and to be ... Read More»

I got the call right after I saw Molly pull into her driveway. The 60-year-old, lean, sinewy single blonde was home for her usual half-hour break from her retail job in a small store in town. She was wearing a dark pantsuit and shoes. She called immediately after she got inside. "Come now, I need to be relaxed and don't have much time," she said plainly. I'm her 22 year old neighbor just down the street. I've been her oral slave for two years, ever since the time when I was delivering pizza, I went to her house divorced and she was drunk, half naked and took me by force, making me eat her asshole. To relax her. That's how she put it that night as she held me into her ass flesh with her strong legs, making me eat her sweaty asshole over and over. It relaxed ... Read More»

The streets she frequented were the seedy side of Castro, not that there was a not-so-seedy side of Castro, but San Francisco never the less held it’s charm. She was a charmer. Rhiannon was her street name. She had lifted the name from that Stevie Nicks song and promised long ago that he would use it if he ever became a she. Well, he was as close to being a she as it could get without really having a pussy. Such a crude word! Rhiannon could hear the voice of her mother now, hushing the small child, the boy that always snuck into her room to wear her oversized stockings, no matter how ridiculous triple Queen sized panty hose in dark nude color looked on an eight year old boy. The flickering neon light on the side of Molly’s Bar on Polk Street had finally burnt ... Read More»

Once John was on a trans-European overnight train. He never knew what an experience was in store for him. As he entered the cabin, an extremely fair lady welcomed him with a sensuous smile. She was traveling alone. Her perfume made him mad. She was a slightly fatty lady in her mid-forties. She had enticing breasts and sensual lips. She had a very pointed nose, the tip of which would be delicious to kiss and suck – thought John. Through the openings of her very short sleeveless dress, lot of her glistening shoulder and waist flesh was visible. Her name was Janette. After lots of sweet talks, they became very friendly and close. After dinner she went to a corner of the cabin and put on a loose fitting sleeveless dress. Before that she was struggling ... Read More»

Anne Tan was turning 18 and I was 21 then when the story occurred. She was Pasir Ris’ (Our local neighbourhood) U-18s Ladies basketball’s team shooting guard, the cream of the crop among all the players I coached during short 2 years stint with them. I first saw Anne when she was 15, dressed in plain T-shirt, shorts and a baseball cap, in-line skating around the basketball court, during one of the Fridays U-18s Men basketball team training session. As I was the player and Assistant Coach then, I had to ensure everything’s in proper storage after every session. And there she always would be, still skating round long into the night. It wasn’t till the end of 5th session, about ½ hour after the whole team gone for the night that she approached me, during my personal ... Read More»

Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping, oxygen bubbles streaming, deepest rivers of super biological life. Veins are my art etchings. Outside the gym I wear Euro-trash chic clothes like 'People Of The Labyrinth' from Holland. I have earphones on almost all the time and they block out the noise of the senseless madness of the unschooled world. I am a god but you don't know me. You don't see me. Most people can't see me. I live a secret double ... Read More»

Nightmares are supposed to end, aren't they? So, why haven't I waken up? I'm trapped is some nightmarish dream, one that never seems to end. And although some of the details change each time, the nightmare always begins the same way. I'm walking, naked and alone, across some vast endless plain, lost in impenetrable fog shrouded darkness. The cold damp air sending ominous chills of foreboding coursing through my naked chilled flesh. And then, just as I'm just about to give up hope, through the dense wind swept fog I see a faint glow of light in the distance. Somehow, despite the feelings of ominous dread sending chills down my spine, I feel an irresistible urge to walk toward the light. Then, when I finally reach the edge of the light, unimagined horror that ... Read More»

I was on my way to work one warm summers morning. I had a very long day ahead and I didn't really want to go, but with bills to pay and little mouths to feed I was struggling to make ends meet and I took this job on a few weeks ago. I was working in a busy office, taking calls for the most snooty woman I've ever met. When I wasn't taking her calls, I was writing nasty letters on her behalf to her clients that had turned her work down, mainly because she was no good at what she did, and thought nothing of talking to people like a bit of dog shit that hides in clumps of grass and you don't notice till you step on your carpet at home. Standing on the platform, feeling tired and fed up, the tannoy announces the arrival of my train. It's only a 20 minute journey, ... Read More»

You can call me Dana, because I can’t tell you my real name, and I have a secret that would be devastating if anyone knew. I live in Dallas and I have done something that could ruin my husband’s career. You see, I finally got accepted into a local fetish group, and fulfilled a fantasy of mine. Let me explain…. My husband is a high profile political figure in Dallas and the State of Texas, and a total pussy. I need to be dominated, to be used, to be forced to do things that no “self-respecting” woman should do. I have been trying to be accepted into a secret society of fetish loving swingers….and I finally did it. I had to wear a mask to hide my face, and I hope you don’t recognize me on TV standing next to my husband. I got the call last night. The ... Read More»