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When I was in my late twenties, I moved to another city to follow a job opportunity. It was a job in the Media and Public Relations department for a communication company. I began as assistant manager and after about six months, Simon, the manager, called me in his office to announce his resignation. 

“What? You’re kidding, right?” I asked, in dismay.

“No, Linda. We are having a family issue and we have to move to New York within the end of the month,” he said, clearly sad. Then added, “Believe me, this is not something I’m doing lightly, but I have no choice. One day maybe I’ll explain you. Right now, I need you focused on the task.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll do anything to make things easier for you. Do you know who’s taking your place?” I asked, perplexed. In my experience, once you lose a great boss, you’ll get a mean one. There was no hope to get two great bosses in a row. 

“I’m recommending you, and I’m pretty sure Mr. Lawrence would listen to my recommendations,” he said.

“Me? Why? I have been here for six months. There are others more experienced. Steven, for example, or Nycia,” I said, puzzled.

“Because you’re the right person, and they know that, I’m pretty sure. Can you imagine Nycia? She can’t find her glasses on her nose, and Steven never leaves a minute later than his hours,” he explained. Then he added, “Linda, you’re the right person. You’re organized, focused, you know our partners, you know the team and you have the enthusiasm for this job. I’m sure I leave this place in the best hands. You’ll do great. Starting tomorrow, I want you to shadow me. I’ll explain everything during the weekly meeting tomorrow morning. OK?”

That night, of course, I couldn’t sleep. The following morning, I arrived in the office at 8 sharps, as usual. At 8:10 I got a call from Laura, Mr. Lawrence’s assistant, saying I was expected in his office. Mr. Lawrence was the CEO of the company, and he confirmed I was going to be the new Manager of the Media and Public Relations department. I was excited and scared at the same time. I was excited because I loved challenges, and that was a big one. I was scared because I wasn’t sure I was able to fill that role, and I didn’t know how the rest of the team would take the news. 

During the 10 am meeting that morning, Simon gave the announcements of his resignation and my new role as manager. As I expected, at the first announcement the whole team was clearly sad. What I couldn’t expect was the reaction at the second announcement, that I’d be his replacement. A few of them applauded with joy, some had a sigh of relief, and some stood up to hug and welcome me. I really didn’t expect such a warm reaction. They all seemed sincere.

After three years of being the manager, I can say that our team is working like a well-oiled machine. Ours was one of the most profitable departments. I was in charge of the department for two years when, during a kick-off meeting, I presented the idea of an internal radio station. Mr. Lawrence loved the idea and gave me the green light to go ahead. Of course, I had to hire new people, consult with experts, find the space for the station and all the equipment necessary, and do that within the budget given to me. 

To find the best team, I spent part of my free time googling and listening to the radio stations and podcasts to find the right speakers. I already had an idea for a woman speaker, but I wanted a male voice to pair with her. 

I needed someone with a nice voice, good diction, and who had the ability to capture the listeners. One morning, while I was stuck in the traffic, I heard a voice that was perfect: happy, perfect diction, and I was mesmerized listening to him. He was talking about World War Two. A man with culture, what was better than that? I immediately called my office and asked Phillip to find a contact for the speaker. 

I hired David after five minutes in our interview, and he didn’t hesitate to accept. He liked the idea, and the paycheck, of course. To work with us, he had to move from out of town and we gave him a good incentive. 

In addition to a great voice, David was handsome, probably my age or so, light brown hair and eyes, tall, and a butt that screamed "Squeeze me!" I didn't squeeze it, of course, but he was the subject of our gossip that day at lunch with my pals.

The day he arrived to start working with us, I welcomed David, showed him his desk, the radio station studios, and then I introduced him to the team and to Sofia, his work partner. 

I have to admit I felt jealous. I know there wasn’t a reason as David had clearly no interest in me. But I liked him. Not only his butt and his incredible eyes, but all of him.

After a couple of weeks, I went to his desk to check how he was doing, "Hi David, how's it going?" Yes, I did the same for Sofia, but with less enthusiasm, I admit.

“Everything's ok. I like the team and the job is inspiring. Sofia is a great partner,” he answered. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, though.

"Cool. And did you find a place to stay yet? Do you need any help?" I asked, curious to know where he was living.

"Actually, not yet. I should see a couple of houses this weekend, but..." he hesitated, then said, "Well, never mind. I will deal with it.”

"What? Is there a problem? I might help. Except for more money, that’s all I can offer,” I chuckled. 

I really wanted to help him. Yes, I was trying to engage with him, finding an excuse to talk to him and spend more time with him. Was I flirting? Well, maybe. 

"I really don't know the town, I don't know where a good place to live is, and I've never been house hunting. I have no idea what to look for,” he said, hesitant.

I giggled then I placed a hand on his arm, a firm, muscled arm, and said, "David, please, don't worry. If you'd like I can go with you. Not that I'm an expert, but at least four eyes are better than two. And I know the right neighbors where to live."

"Are you sure? You won't mind? You are my boss, are you sure it's appropriate?" he asked.

"Let's make it clear, I'm responsible for this department, but I don't want to make anybody feel uncomfortable because I’m the manager. I’m trying to be friendly. The other team members will confirm to you that I'm a very friendly boss. Tell me which hotel you're in and I'll pick you up Saturday by 9 am," I said, while in my stomach a swarm of butterflies were coming alive.

"I can pick you up,” he promptly said.

"I know but I know the roads and it’s easier if I'll be the driver,” I explained. 

Friday afternoon before leaving, I stopped by David's desk, but he was in a meeting. I left a note reminding him of the appointment and leaving my phone number in case of a change of plans. 

After we visited a few houses that Saturday, we had pizza for a late lunch, or an early dinner. 

I told him about a few places to visit in town, when he said, "I love movies. Do you like movies?" 

We talked about movies, actors, and Oscars. At the end of that day, I knew a lot of things about David, and at that point, I knew he wasn’t only handsome but also smart and a good person.

Monday morning, he knocked at the open door of my office.

"Good morning Linda, thank you for your help Saturday. I've decided on the house on Meadow Street. I'm going this afternoon to sign the lease,” he said.

"A very good choice. Congratulations!" I answered, but he didn't leave my office, not that I minded, but I asked, "Can I do something for you?"

"Actually, yes, but I want you to be honest if I'm asking too much,” he said.

"I promise," I said, trying to hide my excitement. 

"Would you mind going with me to Ikea to buy a few things?” he asked, “I need at least a bed and a couch to start, and a few accessories for the bathroom and kitchen and you probably know better what I really need."

I could see the hope in his eyes. He got me at “bed”. A girl is always allowed to dream.

"Sure, no problem. Do you have the measurements already?" I asked.

"I'll have the floor plan tonight," he answered.

"Well, before buying the bed, it'd be better to have some measurements and decide how to arrange the house. I have a little experience in that as I had to help my sister. If you want, Friday after work we can stop at Rosati's, grab a pizza, and eat at your new house while deciding how to decorate it,” I proposed, hoping he'd say yes.

"That's an amazing idea! Thank you, Linda. Thank you, thank you,” he said with a smile that lighted up his eyes.

I helped him to decide how to decorate, we ordered the bed, the mattress, and the couch online, so we didn’t need to rent a van, then we went to the store to buy other things we thought it'd be better to see in person, like sheets, towels, kitchen’s tools, and stuff like that.

I also helped him to assemble everything after work the following week. Then on Saturday night, after we had the house furnished and decorated, I was collecting my stuff to go home, when David asked me to stay.

"I can't,” I said, "I need a shower and a change of clothes."

"I have a shower here. And the new shower curtains and the new towels," he said. 

“And the new bed,” I thought. I didn't say that, of course, but I wanted to. Instead, I just said, "I don't have a change of clothes and I can't put these clothes back on."

"Well, I have plenty of shirts and sweatpants, you can wear them while I run the washing machine and fix dinner. I'm a good cook."

I couldn't find any other excuses, and I didn't want to. I simply said, "Well, if you insist, I think I can do that."

After my shower, I put on his sweatpants and his clothes and no underwear. It was exciting. His sweatpants were large, even if I wasn’t really in the small sizes.

When I opened the bathroom’s door, I smelled food and I felt a little rumbling in my stomach. In the kitchen, David was fixing dinner. I stopped by the jamb to observe him - bare feet, blue jeans, and a blue t-shirt. From behind the view was entrancing. What’s about men in jeans and bare feet? Why are they so sexy? And that butt should be illegal.

He probably sensed my presence because he turned to look at me, he scanned my body and said, “You look nice in my clothes. Do you need socks?”

Looking down at my feet, I said “No thanks. The floor is warm enough. Can I help?”

“Well, if you don’t mind, there’s the salad to dress and the table to set while I’m taking a quick shower too,” he said. 

Jeez, I was setting the table and working with my fantasy imagining him in the shower. I heard him whistling and his steps getting closer. I sensed that I was leaving a wet spot in his sweatpants.

We had dinner chatting of futile things, then I said, “Well, I have to admit, you’re good in the kitchen. This steak with stir-fry vegetables was delicious. Thank you.”

“I always prefer a homemade meal than eating out where you don’t know what they really serve on your plate. And I needed to thank you for all your help.”

I was nervous. I’ve never learned how to answer a compliment, probably because I wasn’t used to them. Instead of answering, I said, “Now you’re probably tired. If the drier is done, I better go home.”

Reluctantly I took my clothes from the drier, changed clothes, and left. I wanted to stay, I hoped he’d invite me to stay, but, well, I didn’t feel his interest in me in that way. I was the team manager after all, and he already said it wasn’t probably appropriate to ask for my help. Now I had to convince him it was ok. 

The firsts few days of the following week I was busy at work, meetings, reports, phone calls, but once at home, I had time to think about my feelings and find if it was appropriate or not. I thoroughly read Internal Employee Handbook and found that the dating policy provided guidelines our employees should follow when they’re romantically or sexually involved with a colleague. There were some standards for acceptable behavior when flirting with colleagues in order to avoid awkwardness or problems in our workplace. This policy applied to all our employees regardless of gender, sexual orientation, or other protected characteristics. That meant it was fine if it was consensual. Good. I felt better.

Thursday morning, we had a scheduled meeting to take stock of the situation. At the end of that meeting, I was collecting my stuff when I found a sticky note that wasn’t there before, “Call me after work, please. D.”

I didn’t know why he wanted me to call, but I was looking forward to the end of that day to make that call.

When I got home and changed into a more comfortable attire, I called David.

He picked up and said, “Hello, Linda. How is it going?”

“I’m fine, a little tired. It’s been a tough week so far, but I can survive one more day. What about you? How’s working with Sofia? How’s living in the new house?” I asked.

“Work with Sofia is ok, I never worked with a woman before, so I have to adjust a little. She’s a little whiner, but I’m handling it well. I love the new home. It’s warm and cozy and I can be at work in less than fifteen minutes. But…” he hesitated a moment then said, “I feel a little lonely.”

“You should organize a housewarming. I can help you, if you’d like,” I said, but in reality, I was hoping that he felt lonely without me. I’m a hopeless, romantic dreamer. I sighed.

“Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow? Well, today would be better but I don’t know if you already made other plans,” he asked.

That was unexpected. 

“Actually, I’m already relaxing after a long day and I’m about to immerse my tired limbs in the bathtub. Tomorrow will be fine,” I answered.

“Deal. And bring your pj’s so you don’t have to drive home, and we can drink,” he said with a happy voice.

“Sounds great, but last time I checked you don’t have an extra bed,” I replied.

“I can sleep on the couch. See you tomorrow then,” and he hung up, leaving me hopeless. When a man suggests you bring your pj’s, that means he has no interest in seeing you naked. Darn it, another one-way situation in my life.

I took my bath with my loyal friend, my new vibrator that I called My Master, because after his touch, I felt totally helpless.

The day after was casual Friday, so I had a button-down shirt and blue jeans, with 3-inch heel leather shoes. As for underwear, I had my favorite set of black lace thong and bra. Thong and jeans are my favorite combination. Actually, my favorite combination is jeans with no panties at all, but that was too much for a workday.

It was a long day, but eventually, it was five and David knocked at my open door.

“Ready?” he asked, winking.

I have a weakness for a man who winks at me.

“You have no idea how ready I am,” I thought. But I said, “I am,” clearing my desk and turning off my laptop. I locked the door, as per company policy, and we left, together.

In the elevator, I said, “My car is in the garage, first level.”

“Oh yeah, you’re the boss and you have your spot in the garage. Sorry, we mortals have our cars in the lot outside, under the sun. See you at my place then,” and winking, he left the elevator, leaving me alone for one more level. My legs could barely hold me standing.

He caught up with me at a traffic light. I saw him from my rear mirror, and he was waving at me. I waved back. When we arrived at his house, he opened the garage and gestured me to park inside as it was a two-car garage.

When we were inside, he said, “I'm going to put on something more comfortable. Make yourself at home. If you want something to drink or a snack, well, you know very well where to find everything,” he said chuckling, while I pulled off my shoes.

I was about to suggest that if he felt comfortable naked, that was totally fine to me. But I didn’t say a word. Sometimes I have the insight of disconnecting brain and tongue so as to not put myself in an awkward situation. I probably needed something strong to drink, but I thought better and opted for a lemonade, and I took a beer for him. 

“How did you guess I wanted a beer?” he asked, startling me, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he promptly said.

“It’s not your fault, I was lost in my thoughts, and I didn’t hear you. Well, I don’t know, I just pictured you as a beer type,” I said while sitting on the couch. “Can I put up my feet?” I asked, pointing to the coffee table.
“Make yourself at home,” he said.

“I like how this is turning out. The house, I mean. It’s warm and cozy, as you said,” I said while he turned on some country music in the background. Then I added, “You probably need some pictures on the walls.”

“Yes, I was browsing online. If you want, later I can show you what I like,” he said, sitting on the couch beside me and putting his feet beside mine on the coffee table.

“Gladly,” I said. He could have chosen the chair in front of me, or a further spot on the couch, instead he chose to sit right beside me, our thighs almost touching. I could feel the warmth of his body through my clothes. I leaned my head back on the cushion and closed my eyes.

“You look tired. D’you wanna take a nap while I fix dinner?” he asked, looking at me.

“Oh, I can help you,” I said, opening my eyes and starting to get up. 

“No way. You rest here. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready,” he said, placing a peck on my cheek. Once he disappeared in the kitchen, I touched that spot where he left his warm peck and closed my eyes smiling. The feeling was pleasant. After a moment, I felt his hand on my cheek, and I heard him calling my name.

“Linda? Linda, honey?” he was whispering. 

“What?” I asked, opening my eyes, and finding his smiling face right in front of me.

“Honey, dinner’s ready,” he said, smiling.

“Already? That’s the fastest dinner ever,” I said, checking around to find what time it was.

Laughing he said, “Well, you slept an hour. I had time to make a cake too.”

“An hour? You sure?” I didn’t realize I was sleeping. 

“I still cannot believe I fell asleep without realizing it,” I said stretching and yawning.

After dinner, massaging my full belly, I said, “I cannot believe you’re such a great cook. And the cake? That was delightful.”

“Because I’m a man?” he asked.

“Probably. Men can cook, if they want, and those who cook are great, but generally, they are not into baking cakes. At least for my personal experience,” I replied. Personal experience, like I had a horde of men in my life.

We cleared the table and together we washed the dishes, talking some more.

“You know,” I said, finishing drying the crockery, “I like talking to you, it comes naturally. I feel I can tell you all about me and you can tell me all about your life, and I’d never get tired. I feel at ease with you. You’re a good friend and a good listener.”

“Having three younger sisters helped,” he chuckled.

I was hanging out the dish towel when I felt his hands on my shoulder. He made me turn to him and hugged me, and it wasn’t a hug of a friend because I felt a lump pressing against my stomach. 

He then placed his hands on the sides of my face and stared at me, at my mouth. 

“Am I just a friend?” he whispered in a husky voice.

“I hope not,” I manage to say, wanting to rub my belly against his erection.

“I want to eat you up,” he said an instant before pulling me against his mouth and kissing me. 

It started as a soft kiss, then he began to trace the edge of my lips with his tongue. I slightly opened my mouth to allow his tongue to enter. After a few moments, our tongues were making love going back and forth from my mouth to his.

He broke the kiss, lifted me up and carried me toward the bedroom, while I kissed his neck with small, soft kisses.

When he put me down to pull down the covers on the bed and turning on a small light, I started to unbutton my shirt. When he turned to look at me, I was in my underwear.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he said, and hugged me and I could feel his cock very hard, pressing against my now naked belly.

I helped him to undress and when he pulled off his pants and briefs, his erection jutted out, proof that I wasn’t the only one aroused. His body was toned, firm.

“Wow!” I said, looking at him head to toes and back, “talk about sexy!”

He hugged me, he unclasped my bra and, bending down, with his firm and warm tongue, started to lick my breasts, all around my nipples, the curve beneath each breast, and then he sucked my nipples one at a time.

My leg became noodles and I had to hold on to him to stand.

He then squatted in front of me, leaving a wet path with his tongue, from my breasts down to my belly button, and down to my mound still covered with a black lace thong. He groaned stroking my butt cheeks with his hands and teasing my mound with his nose. 

I combed his hair with my fingers, holding his head against me, enjoying that sensation. 

He got up and helped me down on his bed, then he sprawled out beside me. 

We kissed again with more and more passion, while he moved a hand over my body, discovering every single curve of my soft body, and I kept my hand busy on his body, down, down until I reached his very hard erection.

Stopping my hand, panting he whispered, “I want you to cum first, but if you touch my cock, I’m not sure I can keep the promise.” 

I snickered.

Then finding a boldness I’ve never felt before, I pushed his back on the mattress and straddled him.

Surprised, he said, “Oh, I like it!” moaning.

I pulled his hands on my breasts and he began stroking. 

“You’re so incredibly sexy,” he said.

Never before that very moment I felt sexy, but with him, I felt it.

I rubbed my pussy against the length of his cock. It was excruciating but amazing. I spread my wetness on his cock and it was so erotic.

Meanwhile, he played with my breasts. He then sat up to suck my nipples, first one, then the other. 

I let my head fall back, gasping at these amazing sensations. I got up on my legs, with my hand I guided his cock right to my entrance, and slowly, oh so slowly, I went down again, impaling myself, feeling his cock stretching my pussy, touching that hidden spot, so sensitive it made me cry. 

Still sitting up, he hugged me, we kissed, he went back to suck my nipples, stroking my butt with his hands, spreading my cheeks, and stroking between. It was a delirium of sensations. I wanted to hold the moment still, but I couldn’t, it was too much. Going up and down on my legs, feeling his cock thrusting deep inside me, his fingers teasing my rosebud, and my nipples inside his mouth, was all incredibly exciting. I could smell the intense, musky scent of sex around us.

Suddenly I felt like a warm waterfall inside me, I couldn’t control my body and I let go. My movements became faster and faster; holding my breath, I slipped a hand between us to open my lips and feel my clit rubbing against David’s groin, and that was it. Crying and panting, I reached an orgasm like never before. 

He waited a few seconds and when my body stopped shaking, he wrapped his arms around my waist and started thrusting faster. I saw his jaw tightened, I rubbed my pussy some more against his groin and I came again, with him this time.

We fell on the mattress; I was still on top of him, with my breasts mashed against his chest, exhausted, panting, and happy.

Once I recovered and was able to breathe again, I said, “Well, that was something. I think I want to do that again.” 

“Later,” David said, still panting and sweating.

Giggling I said, “Of course. I give you time to recover.” I kissed him, then I moved down to his neck, his collarbone, down to his chest, taking time to suck his little nipples, then moving down to his hard stomach. I took a moment to rub his cock between my breasts, and I felt it was coming back to life. I moved down and, with a hand stroking his balls, I slowly took his now hard cock in my mouth. I never gave a blowjob before and I wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing, but the twitches of his cock in my mouth and his moans were a clear signal that I was doing something right.

After a moment, he began pulling his hips toward my face, but he suddenly stopped. He sat up, grab me from my armpits, and flipped me on the bed.

“Sorry, it was amazing, but I can’t do that,” he said. He kissed me, preventing me to say anything. 
He broke the kiss and quickly moved down. He made me bend my legs to spread them open wide and began literally eating my pussy. He made me cum in a way that never happened before. Nobody ever ate my pussy so deeply, with his tongue literally fucking my pussy. 

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming David,” I cried out, feeling a warm waterfall down in my groin, probably drowning his mouth.

When he kissed me, I tasted my excitement in his mouth, and it was so arousing that I closed my eyes, rubbed my clit with my fingers, and I came again.

When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes finding David looking at me with a smirk, “You are something, my dear,” and I felt his cock twitching, “This is going to be a long night.”

“I guess I don’t need the pj’s after all,” I said giggling. 

The following week our radio station was on-air and David’s broadcast was a success on all our sites. Well, David and Sofia… Well, his voice was amazing, and all the women of the company loved him. 

Nobody knew about us, yet, and that allowed me to hear all the hot comments from the women, in the restrooms, at lunch, at meetings; they all were talking about him and how they’d use him for their pleasure. Instead, he was mine, and I was his.

One night I tried again to give him a blowjob, but he wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t know what kept him. In the end, we made an agreement, he allowed me to complete a blowjob if I allowed him to tie me on the bed. I couldn’t say no, could I?
 

 

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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The Speaker of the House

He called and said he would be over if she wanted him. She knew she should say no but she needed him. She loved how strong and wild he was in her bed. He was married and would never leave his wife and k**s as it would destroy his career. She wasn't sure she wanted him full time either. She had met him at a governor debate. A few drinks and a lot of flirting and he spent the night in her room. She learned later he was a married Speaker of the House. A very powerful man was why he was so good in...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

The Fappening
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On Becoming Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport 2

From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...

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On Becoming Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport 6

From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...

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On Becoming Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport 5

From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The week prior to Miranda's wedding was a hectic and crowded one at Golden Bluffs. All of our relations came to Newport for the event and many of them stayed with us. Unfortunately, we also had many friends and business associates staying as well, which did lead to some difficult choices. Father was a self-made man who had family he wanted in attendance, but they were from a lower rung of society. So, since the rooms were assigned to...

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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

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Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

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Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

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Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

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Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...

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New Sheriff In Town

"New Sheriff In Town" The Sheriff sips coffee from his tin cup as he stands by the cast iron stove looking out the jailhouse window across the street at the saloon. A commotion had caused him to rise from his desk. He checks the rounds in his six shooter and gives the drum a spin before clicking it shut. He adjusts his gunbelt and sees more riders arriving, tying up in front of the saloon laughing and slapping and tipping their dusty hats back as they tie up their horses then stretch...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

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EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

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New Life in a Small Coastal Town

New Life In A Small Coastal TownBy Sonya EsperantoIt was a very very busy day at the cafe.  People were sat down on tables,  both outdoors and inside the shop itself.  Sofia Shevernadze was busy serving the customers, dressed up in her waitress uniform.  Sometimes when she would pass by tables,  some of the men would be rude enough to pat her on the ass or even saying to her face, ?Nice tits, love.? She did not like that one bit.Sofia was an attractive young Lithuanian woman,  working at this...

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EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

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Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

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Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

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Katherines Style Part Two

The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...

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Esther IV

Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...

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Katherines Style Part 3

The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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Esther stone

Esther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...

2 years ago
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Esther Stone part 2

When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

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