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Letting go of his cock, heedless of the roll of the transatlantic liner, the flexible Louise raised her leg, planting her slender bare foot on the seat of the chair standing nearby so that her thighs were wantonly spread for him. Biting her lower lip, her eyes closed, her clit pulsing, she kept the lewd pose through the rolls, holding onto the man as he began slipping his middle finger deep into her sodden pussy.
When you live on a typical suburban street and you've got the ability to Mind Control, well you've got to take advantage of your remarkable ability. Don't you?
The maître d'’ approached my table, followed by a striking woman. Her long blond hair flowing onto her bare shoulders, the black dress coming down to her knees, and being low cut enough to be really exciting. The maître d'’ pulled the chair opposite back for her and in a languid movement she settled down in it.
I wanted to go further. So for eight hours, I would stand and resist nothing. The doors were closed, though it was open to the public. No one walking by would see anything. And for those eight hours, I consented, in writing, signed and posted, and confirmed in a video of myself I left playing in the corner of the room. I consented to everything.
I listen to his wonderful moans and soon my own joins his, I ride his cock until I make myself cum and then I feel him grab me and pull me off his cock I protest, but he pushes me onto the ground half way into the curtain, grabbing my hips and pulling my butt up and he slams his cock into my still contracting pussy and starts to pound into me hard and fast, he slaps my butt clearly more gently than he could, and I cry out as another orgasm...
When I shared my frustration with you that I can’t orgasm when I masturbate on my own, I didn’t expect you’d actually try to do something about that. I just wanted you to listen and understand that this is important to me. I was scared that me saying I want to be able to come on my own would hurt you, as if coming with you wasn’t enough for me. But you didn’t make it about you.
Teaser: What happened next was too amazing to describe. Lexi reached around behind her back, unzipping her dress and letting it fall down off her. My mouth must have been hanging open a mile wide, as my eyes drank in Lexi’s beautiful body.
Her full teenage breasts encased in a white lacy bra, the unbelievably firm and flat tummy, and her amazing slender thighs. My eyes continued to move downward, taking in the cute pink bikini panties she wore....
“Take me then!” She said it quietly, short of breath. Little more than a gasp. Weak and nervous like myself. It takes me long moments to realise what her words mean.
I lose track of what's happening! I'm pushing her striped shirt up as the record dies and keeps running round in the void. She's wearing no bra. Her nipples are a warm brown! Wow! Inviting! Inviting me as she presses my face where I wanted to go since the first time I saw her lithe figure. First time tasting a girl's tits. She smells like heaven; with suave notes of Bologna sauce and pinot grigio as the background for my début in adult life.
She stood, stretched slightly, and said “I could use a break.” The words were innocent. Her tone was the kind that made my heart leap. Hannah stepped closer to me, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she said softly. “And I want to be with you.” Another step closer and her voice softened to barely above a whisper, “right now.”
The supervisor blew sharply into the whistle, and observed the truck to back into the loading dock. Two guards with automatic rifles took their place on the mezzanine. As the truck cam to a stop two more of his man wearing blue overalls, and heavy boots stepped briskly towards the canvas closing of the back, throwing it open. They raised the two-foot-long metal staffs with their prongs at the end and stepped swiftly inside, beginning to move the...
What happens when a young man meets the girl of his dreams? What if she's married? What if his boss is friends with members of an exclusive club of rapists? What lengths will they go to for their desires?
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Chapter One
Kelly flipped over the open sign to shut then pulled the door of the small hot dog cafe behind her , then turned the door handle making sure the door was secure , she...
Alison receives a message with her private, intimate content from an anonymous sender. She doesn't know who it could be, but she must do as he instructs or her most sensitive images spread to her family and beyond. Structured primarily as back-and-forth messages.
No, no, no get awamMMM!” Cherry pressed her lips against Iris’ mouth. Iris’ head thrashed as much as it could, but Cherry gripped her head to keep her in place. Cherry held the kiss, exploring the slack, protesting mouth with her tongue. Her lips softened, coaxed Iris’ lips open wider, deepening the violation. She pushed her tongue all the way in her pretty little mouth.
The young whore who had been so entranced by Parata getting massaged swam up to her, close enough so it was natural to exchange greetings. ‘I’m Nymphe of Clitor,’ the girl introduced herself in Greek-accented Latin and, smiling, stood up on the bottom of the pool next to Parata.
‘Clitor? Where’s that?’ Parata checked out the lovely face of Nymphe and her perky breasts sitting high on her chest.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an...
She could feel him throb and expand inside of her, the warmth of his cum entering her. It made her cry. For all her defiant thoughts of how she would get back at him, he had raped the proud woman out of her and reduced her to a crying girl at his mercy, at least for now.
Humanity hangs by a thread. Men huddle in their stockades as the last bastion of civilization while roving bands of feral women roam the land. They prey on one another at will in a complex ritual of mating and violence. Does the future hold any hope, or is humanity destined to scrounge its way to a final doom?
Wendy just wants to meet her girlfriend Hanna's family for the Christmas holidays and make a good impression. But things don't go as planned when their flight is cancelled and the rental car tire blows out. Neither of them know how to change a tire and there's no cell service in the mountains. Maybe the nearby house can help...
Glug, glug, glug was all that could be heard as the cock fucked her mouth. Drool, snot, and tears all mixed together on her face. She could barely breathe.
Warning: The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules. The aforesaid story is about rape fantasy. It is fiction. Its author does not condone rape or sexual abuse in any shape or form. All characters featured in this story are fictitious and all characters featured in any sexual depiction are...
I land at the Las Vegas airport. I am here on business, attending a conference for my company. I am away from my wife and kids. I don’t gamble. I barely drink or smoke. I don’t enjoy singers and dancers and magicians. So what do I do?
Kris feels the weight of her family's dishonor. Her uncle was a monster, and her best friend the victim. Rightly or wrongly, she must atone for his crimes, and atonement must fit the crime.
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Cameron becomes a pledge in the Sigma Iota Mu fraternity. But SIM brothers build bonds for life. And tonight, those bonds are built with the help of Alison, an unconscious freshman lying on a bare mattress after a night of drinking.
The dryad lay panting and weeping, curled up on her side. With the collar, she couldn’t merge. She was stuck in his world until he freed her. That she could run escaped her, but with the collar there she’d be locked out of her true world anyway.
“Why! Why?” she finally sobbed. “You could have been nice! You could have seduced me instead!”
Maya gulped and took an involuntary step back. “Wh…what are you g…going to do?” She stammered.
He answered her by quickly closing the gap between them and twisting her arms behind her back. “Ow!” Maya screamed. “Don’t hurt me please!” He cackled, “I can do whatever I want
“Please stop,” she said, voice desperate. “Please. Please. Please.” She kept moving, wriggling, writhing under him, her body refusing his every attempt to claim it, and the more she did the more he wanted her.
We stayed in each other’s arms for a while. Then Hannah spoke, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I looked up at her face and saw the love she had for me. “Yeah,” I said, “we’ve both been busy in different ways.” Her eyes sparkled, “Do you want to?” My body tingled, “yes.”
I lie down, my legs splayed open. Carlo fumbles with his trousers, pulling out his cock. With a grunt, he shoves it inside me, driving deep with a single brutal thrust. I cry out, my body tensing up. Heedless of my discomfort, Carlo begins to pump in and out of me. Tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I lie under him. My body, acting as nature intended, gives up a little moisture just to help me make it through...
