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Dwayne again on my laptopI was still out and so far from home that long weekend.My business trip had been delayed another couple days; so I called my sweet Ana and told her I was very sorry, but I would come back home on Monday.She laughed and answered: “Do not worry, hun, tonight Dwayne will come again to warm you side of the bed… I will set my laptop on the night table… you can watch us”.I was a little bit mortified, after watching that huge black bastard enjoying Ana’s cunt and even...
It was mid morning when I got out of bed, no school this week because I am revising for exams and with mom away to work, I had a long undisturbed wank looking at her underwear. Finally entering the kitchen for some breakfast I saw mom had left a note on the table for me.My laptop has gone funny, could you look at it for me! Love momPS can you organize my work in to folders again if you have time XXXMom is terrible with computers, for...
Black lover Dwayne on my laptopI had been away from home during three days on my “quick” business trip… but still I had two days more to come back to my sweet Ana.Sitting down on the hotel bed I opened my laptop and it took just few seconds to connect the signal with Ana at home.She had been sitting at our marital bed waiting for me and replied instantly. Ana told me she was ready to provide me a nice show to watch.She explained that had invited home one of my own co-workers, Dwayne, a huge...
I was in my bathrobe, just taking the waffle out of the toaster, when I realized I’d left Lushstories open on my laptop. I was downstairs in the kitchen, my laptop was upstairs in my bedroom, and my son was using my laptop.I ran to the stairs, then stopped and thought about it. The browser window was minimized... maybe he wouldn’t see it? I started up the stairs slowly. If he did see it, so what? What page was I on when I left? I’d forgotten... I’d been reading my emails for the previous...
IncestThis story may be offensive to some and contains scenes of hardcore sex, incest, religion and rape and underage sex. Please be warned and do not read on if you are offended by any of these things. It is only after an older man loses his wife to cancer that he rediscovers his true deviant sexual potential. Roger’s Laptop Paul entered his Father’s study cautiously and glanced around at the tidy room. He still felt a pang of sadness after the recent funeral but knew he needed to...
Becky lurked by the kitchen window, a black notebook open in front of her, pen in hand as though writing a story - but she didn't put a single word to the paper. The closest the pen got to the notebook was when she set it down, only to nervously pick it back up a few minutes later. The sheltered teen stared outside, like she had the past few days, waiting to see if the mailman would stop in front of their mailbox. Because finally, after so many years, she had finished all her homeschool...
COLLEGE INNOCENTS BROKEN "That was an excellent idea we came up with." Sam said. We really out didourselves this time. " Setting up our contacts to throw an alcoholic free party." " Thisattracted exactly the type of female coeds we were looking for." Coeds thatwere very cautious about being taken advantage of once they had a little tomuch to drink." The party had so many attractive, innocent and virginal beautiesto choose from. Another great idea was to have the party just before everyonewas to...
Broken Image By Nuuan Robert Hatt, more commonly known as Bob to the other migrant workers, plopped down heavily on one of the benches of the stained and faded portable camp table. A rusty Green pick up behind him, paint faded and worn so much that the primer underneath could be seen in places where the sun could do the most damage. The bed of the old truck held a once white aluminum camper, the paint oxidized to the point that it appeared more like a chalk that could be easily wiped...
Recently my wife got a new laptop, and she made a mistake she never makes - she left it open and unlocked. So I took a look of course. I found a folder where she apparently keeps photos of herself that she sends to the men she talks to. In that folder, I also found this reply. I’m not sure if it was an email reply or a texting reply, since she had just saved the body of the reply as a text file. Still, it’s clear she must enjoy this particular man degrading her verbally, and perhaps more… I...
Part 8 - “The Broken” If you want more chapters, vote and comment. I’m heavily influenced by what readers think of my stories and how they should follow. This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, slavery, and sexual torture. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here. This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of...
What are Broken Latina Whores good for, anyway? It’s kind of a trick question, and the answer is going to depend a lot on your perspective and honestly, your masturbatory preferences as well. You’ve probably figured it out from the title, but this next site ain’t your typical premium Latina site full of big bubble butts and Spanish-speaking bimbos. I mean, you’ll find them in spades around here, but the action is a bit rougher than you’d expect from a joint like SexMex, MamacitaZ or Culioneros....
Premium Latina Porn SitesIn the basement of a local church men were gathering together for their weekly meeting; making cups of coffee and engaging in small talk. As it was almost eight o’clock they began to seat themselves in the folding chairs arranged in a circle so they could all face each other. They were all seated when one of the men stood up and began to speak, “Good evening everyone.” “Good evening Paul,” the group recited in unison. “I call to order this meeting of the broken penis support group. It looks...
Breaking in my daughter’s bestie at a hockey match....She was wincing. Close to tears. I was applying real pressure. Yes I was taking in her thighs and close heaving busty chest but Krystal was still fully dressed. Suddenly I was actually pervy happy I had been roped in as the emergency first aid officer for my daughter’s Robyn’s hockey match. Here was her bestie needing close personal attention and boy oh boy was I in high spirits dispensing it, even as she flinched again.“Krystal, it’s a...
Laura wanted to pick up some clothes for our honeymoon. The weekend before the wedding, we all piled into Laura’s car to go to the mall. It wasn’t my favorite destination, but I was with my girls. We went to several shops and she wasn’t finding what she wanted. Finally, there was a store that held promise. Laura was trying on several outfits and coming out from the dressing room for my approval. I watched the girls and we formed a voting team for each pairing Laura modeled. She went back to...
The Broken Chain Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown I wrapped the light nylon jacket more tightly around my chest, but the chill of the night was still seeping into my bones. My shivering was as much from cold as hunger. It had been almost two days since they gave me food at the shelter ... two days since they laughed at me when I said I'd been thrown out of my home because I'd told my parents I wanted to be a girl. My legs were starting to cramp from crouching in the shadows of...
Crysatal Maid Crystal Broken Mariam eyed him with her big doe eyes as Hamid entered the room. He gestured at her to join him at the small padded bench in the middle of the room. With a single finger he slipped the bra strap of her shoulder. No words were needed and Mariam unhooked her red demi cut bra and stepped out of her matching knickers. He noted with satisfaction her little cock was standing erect. Hamid patted the bench and obediently Marian climbed up and knelled on all...
The secret diary of tiny broken jadeNOTE: Below is a series of journal entries I found anonymously posted on the web. I do not know the author and I do not know if I have the right to publish those journals as my own, but I was fascinated by those journals, as they are almost mirror images of my own internal feelings and of my own existence. I edited some minor misspellings but left most of the content intact. I do not know how much of this is true, and how much more just the ramblings of a...
Honey, I been having a secret from you for a few years and want to now tell you. Remember I used to chat much on Y Messenger with a lawyer from Chicago? His hair was red and he had nice chubby body and come to Philippines, Korea , Japan and other places sometimes for work. We chat about our lives and he was married and had two teenage k**s. We chat sexy too and see each other body with web cam ; his cock get hard and he cum, and I let him see my pussy too when I play with it for him....
I was broken, not broken like the "Need Help Guy" standing at an intersection. Broken in the sense of being lost inside. It wasn't like my life was in a shambles or anything. I had a great job, a great house, and a new car. Most people would say, 'What does he have to be broken about?'I couldn't feel anything, not for my wife of twenty-five years, not for my grown daughter, and not for my granddaughter. Feeling anything just manifested itself as physical pain, so my life was only...
ThreesomesBroken Glass By Jenna Hitch and shalimar "Thank you Mr. Spielberg for coming here to listen to my story," I said to the famous producer. "I know you want to record stories of the Shoah by those of us who witnessed and played a part in the Holocaust. As I was not born Jewish, I hope my story is not wasting your time. The incident of the returned box of cigars occurred on November 9, 1938. Yes, Kristallnacht. I met Maure, my husband, on May 8, 1945, the day my country finally...
BROKEN ECHO by Jenny North Antanaclasis /ant-an-uh-KLAS-is/ n. From the Greek, antanaklasis ("echo" or "reflection") from anti- ("against") + ana- + klasis ("breaking or bending") 1. A play on words in which a key word or phrase is repeated in a different, often contrary, sense. **************************************************************** STORY ONE: The Ballad of the Broken Blade (Act I) **************************************************************** It was the...
The following is my response to a Craigslist ad. The secret sissy in question claimed to be a young, successful man, heading his own department at work and living the good life. But he yearned for his teen years, where he would passably dress up and meet men off the internet. He wanted to be completely broken and feminized to the point of no return. Here is what I had to say, and after writing the little scenario at the end I thought it might be a good enough start for my first...
Jessica walked alone along the dark sidewalks towards the bus stop after another Saturday late-evening workout at the university gym. Some weights and a swim followed by a nice, hot shower left her feeling refreshed and energized. Not that she had anything fun lined up for the evening to put that renewed energy to good use. No, she was heading home to study. To look at her, people would be forgiven if they questioned why a pretty and personable, 19-year old university sophomore like herself...
Broken Little Thing: Chapter 3 "So, how is she?" My sister-in-law asked me from the other side of the line, from all the way south, in Florida. Ava was upstairs showering again, getting dressed so I could take her out to dinner. And I thought, how was she? Perfect. That's what I thought. The loveliest person and the best sex I ever had. A girl who had for only a couple of years stepped into her teenagehood, who still struggled with how her body developed, and that had graced me with the...
She could arrive unannounced at any moment, unceremoniously push him up against the wall or flatten him on the filthy floor and have her way with him, using his body to sate her pleasure, defiling his body and wearing down his resolve one pounding at a time. She would usually visit once in the morning to deliver him his ‘breakfast’ and while the food he was given was a poor substitute for the diet he was used to in terms of taste, Ariela was making sure to give him enough to ensure he didn’t...
There Are Things Far Worse Than Death by Millie Dynamite NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. It contains descriptive scenes of graphic sexual nature, graphic rape, graphic violence, and graphic depictions of abuse or torture. By reading this eBook, you assert that you comply with your local or state laws. This book is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product...
Beth’s Agony Light was fading as the sun fell beneath the rolling hills. He couldn’t stop staring at her swollen face, her right eye closed, her eyelid purple, angry black bruises beneath both eyes from her broken nose, lips distended. Her fine blond hair framed a hideously disfigured face. Her fragile form remained still beneath the hospital blanket. The constant rhythm of the respirator was the only sound in the room. A nurse arrived and hung another bag of fluids to be drained...
Any pop psychologist knows of the catch phrase, ‘The broken wing complex.’ It refers mostly to a man who will go out and shoot quail, pheasant, ducks and geese, never giving a thought to the pain and death of the bird’s experience. But if the same man comes across a bird with a broken wing, out of pity and compassion, he may very well nurse the bird back to health and turn it loose. It is sort of like the ‘damsel in distress’ who is saved by a knight on a white horse who slays the fire...
I moved into a Town House in a new area after my divorce. Soon after I needed an electrician to undertake some repairs to a fan in the bedroom. Not knowing anybody, I went on-line to see who was available and selected a local contractor.A few hours later there was a ring on the door bell and obviously the electrician.I opened the door to see what I believed to be a familiar face.“My God is that you, Mike,” I exclaimed.“Jan,” was his reply.I was a little flustered as the memories of another time...
Love StoriesThe phone rang in the middle of the night. Paul fumbled through the dark reaching for the phone he saw that it was nearly three in the morning. “Hello,” he answered somewhat in a daze. “Hi, is this Paul?” “Yes.” “Paul it’s Walter from the meeting a few weeks ago. I don’t know if you remember me but you gave this number to call if I had any problems.” Paul remembered Walter just as he remembered many others who had been to meetings of the Broken Penis Support Group. Paul had come to the...
This story contains NON-CONSENSUAL SEX and VIOLENCE, and depending on how well received this is, it will contain TORTURE and EXTREME contents in the following episodes. *READ ON YOUR OWN DISCRETION.* The rest of you, enjoy it and leave me comments if you have any constructive criticism, would like this to keep going, or have your own ideas on how you would like this to follow. I pay attention to what my readers have in mind. (If you are worried about the other stories, don't. I will keep...
I had been married to my husband for over thirteen years and we were not getting along together very well. The love that once existed had gone for no reason. We still lived together but had decided to divorce.Bill decided to take a break and go back to where he had lived as a teenager to see if some of the old families still lived in the area. My guess was he wanted to look up a few of his old friends and decide if he wanted to return to his old hometown. I was aware before we were married, he...
CheatingShelly, I hope you don’t have any deeply hidden secrets in there that will shock me. Not that there is much that would surprise me these days. She still had a few hours to go on their replacements and had some screws in her vertebrae to replace with stronger ones for the upgraded brace. I shouldn’t go into someone’s head to poke around in their memories, but I felt there is a reason I wanted to do this for her. The place in my head has done a pretty good job guiding me to do things for...
Note : This story is completely fictional! The hurricane did lots of damage to our area but thankfully our condo complex was spared.The fence between our backyard and our neighbors was about the only thing that was damaged;two slats were broken out.The damaged part is in front of the garden and is hidden by a bush on our side. I guess thats why our neighbors never noticed it.Our neighbors Terri and Sal are both county police officers and Terri is the only female Sargent on the force and a real...
VoyeurI've written before about Sherry and Susie, 2 girls who used to live with me. Both girls were BBWs and both were sexually amazing, in their own ways. Sherry was my girlfriend at the time, she was 22, short and plump, about 5'2" tall, with short brown hair, and brown eyes. She had nice 40D tits and was very pretty, especially when she smiled, which was most of the time. Sherry was very friendly, but not particularly adventurous sexually, and she had not had a lot of partners. She was kind of...
SUSY Q IS WRITTEN FOR FEMALES ONLY AND SOME POLITE INTELLECTUALS PERHAPSSUSY Q IS TOO BORING FOR ALMOST ALL MEN HERE -- MOST OF WHOM ARE MORONS -- SUSY Q IS TO LAST MANY MORE INSTALMENTS THAN THIS INTRODUCTION WITH WORDSSUSY Q SHALL SEDUCE READERS WITHOUT GIVING THEM AN EASY IMAGE OF 'R BEAUTYSUSY Q SHALL BE AS ENIGMATIC, AS SHE WAS TO ME WHEN WE STARTED TO TALK HERESUSY Q IS MY NAME FOR HER FOR CONVENIENCE SAKE - SHE IS AN ALL-AMERICAN TEENSUSY Q IS MY NAME FOR HER FOR CONVENIENCE SAKE -- SHE...
"Hi, Brian," she called out as she crossed the street, "What 'cha doin'?" "Hi, Susie," I replied as I turned to face her. "I'm going to the garage to enjoy a little privacy." Susan Quentin was a year younger than I. I had known her all her life or at least since her parents had moved in across the street from us when she was a toddler. We were friends, but nothing more. "Yeah, right," she sneered, "You're going in there to play with your willy, aren't you?" "That's...
You've probably never heard of Susan Wills. For, indeed, in the past ten years or so she's kept a very low profile. In spite of having had sex with over 1,500 men from coast to coast. None of these guys knew, or know, her real name, either. They knew her by her self-imposed nickname, Ms. Susie Cream Cheese. She'd tell the men, when they naturally inquired about her odd name, "I'm the girl who's easy to spread! Just like cream cheese. Only a lot tastier!" And spread her they did, over...
"SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS NOT TO BE BOTHERED BY ANY MEN: PLEASE LEAVE NOW"SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS NOT TO BE READ BY THEM, AS IT IS NOT ABOUT ANY SEX! "SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS EXOTIC EROTIC ESSAY IN PHOTOS & SHORT SENTENCES"SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS TO EDUCATE TEASY TEENS, YOUNG YEARNING YUMMIES"SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS - AS ALWAYS AT US - WRITTEN FOR ANY WANTON WOMAN"SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS INTERESTING TO THEM, AS UNATTRACTIVE TO MOST MEN"SUSY SEXTEEN SHOWS" IS A SET OF PRETTY PICTURES - TO TELL THIS...
A/N: More Vincent-oriented stuff. Not so kink-filled this time. All human forms. Small bits of boy love fluff here and there. —– SemiBroken Eggshells Denver, CO: It seems that these young people are still on their hunt for their friend. The head of the group, Nathan Winters, had this to say, ‘It’s apparent that Vince doesn’t want us to find him, but we are going to. If everyone else drops out, I am, at least, going to continue my hunt for him.’ Vincent Fox, 23, left his home city of Denver...
The feel of the cool cement floor against his face allowed John Anderson to be revived momentarily. Drool pooled beneath his cheek, seeping uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. A single, uncovered red light bulb hung precariously from an extension cord that had been duct-taped to the ceiling in the middle of the basement, providing the only source of illumination in the make-shift dungeon that had been his coven for the past three days. He was still disoriented from the pain, pain...
The Saga of Susie (m-teen+/F, wife, nc, voy, b**st)By Anonymous (No address provided)***My pretty wife, Susie, was ****d by three black men and a dog. It was humiliating and disgusting, and we wanted nothing but to forget it and keep the knowledge from our community. We knew that we'd be ostracized if our neighbors ever found out. What we didn't know was that Lonny; a 14-year-old neighbor k** had seen the whole thing. And now Lonny wants Susie for his pleasure or he's threatening to tell...
Part one inst necessary to read this, but it includes some minor details, and its rather short, so go read it and then this, unless you don't want to, or already have. Susie was shaking, and letting out soft, sweet moans. Her breathing was steady and slow. The buzzing metal butt plug in her ass was giving out a steady low buzz, causing a deepening tickle in Susie's now wet; red hot; pulsating pussy. It had been almost three minutes, or maybe four, since she orgasm-ed without permission...
The next day.Susie had put some blankets on the floor at the foot of her bed where I slept for the night. She told me that if I really wanted to be dominated by her we would have to do it properly. Of course I accepted, after the events of the previous night I felt unbelievably lucky to have met somebody like Susie. She took my perversions and fetishes in her stride, even taking great pride in fulfilling my fantasies of degradation and humiliation.I was awoken the next morning by Susie...
Susie Prologue: Hit by Reality "Shit! This cannot be right, can it?" I was reading through my first payment statement from Big Nameless Fucking Bank Inc. for my college loan and was not at all happy. Since I am now the proud possessor of a degree in finance and economics, you'd think that I would have known that my living expenses plus this loan payment would be more than the starting salary of the job I accepted. I had envisioned working at a large bank (like the one that I...
HumorSUSIE CATCHES HER FATHER IN THE ACTCHAPTER 2David and his daughter Susie lay on the bed, their naked bodies snuggled together like spoons, for a full five minutes while they caught their breath and the shock of what they had done had begun to fade. David checked the clock, and sat up."We have to get dressed, sweetheart. Mom will be home soon, and we have to have supper ready! Hurry!"Ten minutes later, they walked into the kitchen at the same time. Susie had dressed in baggy shorts and one...
IncestThis is a totally fictional story about a new hot wife, Susie, and the rest of the typical words about the characters, etc.. She is a lovely wife, enjoys sexual adventures, and more, so stay tuned, she might go more places than the adult motel represented here. Susie's Hot Adult Motel Adventure Begins- Chapter 1Although we had spent a couple of weekend nights at this adult motel, this was the first time I was able to convince my sexy wife to venture to the pool area. The pool was enclosed, and...
I took a walk around the dark cellar that I had prepared for her, taking in her body. I had not cut away any of her cloths and she was still drop dead gorgeous. The picture of her I had found online did her no justice, those pictures that I had spent my lonely nights with. She was just what I had been looking for. Young and naïve. She was a solid ten out of ten, her ass was a nicely curved and she had perky c-cup tits but why she had become so popular online was her face. It was perfectly...
Affairs of Angels: Bruises on a Broken Heart A Christmas romance from Calibeachgirl Copyright December 2012 An entry in the 2012 Holiday Contest …edited by Bill, Deep Blue… * Kevin turned his head to the other side of the car wondering where the quiet tinkle of a glass wind chime was coming from. Unseen, the angel sat next to him watching the traffic which he had forgotten about, making sure the man who had once been her husband was safe. She reached across and kissed his cheek, something...
The wife and I were on our first vacation alone without family or friends in quite some time. In fact, it was the first time the two of us were totally alone in some time, and we were really looking forward to it. From the time the plane landed, we were in "party" mode. We grabbed a few beers at the airport waiting for our ride to the resort. When we arrived the room was not quite ready and they treated us to some champagne, as we waited and toured the grounds. When we finally got to our room a...
I couldn't believe it. What was she thinking? And with Jones, of all people! I needed to get away. Jumping on my motorcycle, just a modest Honda 500, I took off out of my neighborhood, away from my cheating girlfriend. Images of walking in on her fucking that douche, Jones, refused to leave my mind. I never saw the car, before it hit me.* * *An annoying beeping sounds wakes me up. My eyes are slow to open, and even slower to focus. What happened, and where am I?"Ahh, Mister Dickens, glad to see...
Wish Shift: Chapter Thirty-One Spreading Her Broken Wings Year 1 A.S. Day 173 The sound of the washing machine rumbled through the kitchen. Jenny had just turned it on after loading it and walked into the dining room. She needed to sit down. The effort of loading the bedding had made her a little dizzy. She saw Derek at the table. He had his laptop open and was writing down some notes occasionally on a scrap piece of paper. He flipped between the open tabs and frowned before writing...
Broken The feel of the cool cement floor against his face allowed John Anderson to be revived momentarily. Drool pooled beneath his cheek, seeping uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. A single, uncovered red light bulb hung precariously from an extension cord that had been duct-taped to the ceiling in the middle of the basement, providing the only source of illumination in the make-shift dungeon that had been his coven for the past three days. He was still disoriented from the pain,...
Chapter 3 - Broken For the following days and weeks I settled into a routine of Masters design. With my resolve to comply with the commands of my Master and see out this month I surprisingly found satisfaction in the simplicity of being a slave and following orders. I had worked so hard to follow all of Masters rules and apart from a couple of unconscious misdemeanours, that Master accepted were not malicious I had found myself enjoying the life. I mean I would have preferred my...
"I, Amanda Claire Stephenson, do solemnly swear, that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God." There was some polite applause. The Army Surgeon General reached out to...
The following characters appears here and in other parts of the story: Fritz Herkimer Ley Line Wizard, 6’-2’’ tall, 220 pounds, 38 years old, blond hair, blue eyes The Guardian Keeper of the Books, about 5’-6’’ tall, neither young or old, very long blond hair, deep blue eyes “Stop here and turn left,” Al told me. He was sitting up in his cat seat and looking out the side window of the car. We were on our way back home from the bookstore and still had a good ways to go. “You need...
"Soft little balls ... So sweet..." The woman played with my dick and balls like she'd never seen any before. "It's almost time to go," the man sighed and stroked my hair lovingly while I moved my tight, soft lips up and down his long cock. "I don't want to!" Stephanie pouted from behind me and I felt her mouth on my hairless little sack, her tongue playing against it. She had her nose pressed against my butthole like she wanted to fuck me with it. "I know, believe me." The man,...
Somewhere nearby an alarm went off, or maybe some lights blinked, it didn't matter. I'd gotten barely three meters through the door when a large black man with a dragon tattoo flying around his massive bald skull stopped us. "Excuse me, miss ... Would you like to check your purse?" He was polite about it anyway and I had little choice in the matter. "Whatever," I shrugged, slipping my purse off my shoulder. Ransom and Viv exchanged looks, but didn't say anything. I seriously doubted...