Playing with the ParkersChapter 1 Young Marrieds
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“And then what did he do?” I asked, my eyes wide.
Millicent averted her eyes. “Well, he said he just couldn’t wait any longer. He tore off his apron, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me into the bedroom like a trophy.”
“ ... and then what?”
“Sara! My, my, I’m sure you can figure it out...”
“Don’t get bashful now! What happened? Tell me!”
She hesitated, but only for a moment. “He threw me onto the bed and ate me out. Then when I got close, he flipped me over and he made love to me from behind. It was just so primal and manly and passionate...”
“You’re blushing.”
She coughed and took a slow slip of her oolong tea. “It was quite memorable...”
I sighed. “That sounds like fun ... I wish I had a husband like Erik. Or any husband. Or a boyfriend...”
“You’ll find someone, Sara. You’re a wonderful woman! You’re intelligent, you’re talented, you’re beautiful. I’m sure there are plenty of men interested in you! In fact, Erik used to have a crush on you, before he and I met.”
I perked up. “Wait, he did? He never told me that!”
“I expect he was embarrassed to tell you. It was a long time ago, anyways. Back when you two were in college.”
“I had no idea! Really?” What a surprise! Erik and I had hung out a lot back when we were students together, but I hadn’t ever noticed that he had a crush on me. Of course, I had been focused more on my drums than anyone or anything else. He was certainly attractive. Not only in looks, but hearing how he spoiled Millicent and devoted himself so much to her pleasure, it was impossible not to admire him, not to use him as my standard of what a good husband was like. Was it really possible he had been pining for me that whole time? He had given me a lot of backrubs ... and he ate dinner with me a lot ... and he always came to see me perform...
Oh.
“Don’t tell him I told you,” Millicent instructed me. “I think he’d be somewhat chagrined if he found out you knew.”
“I won’t,” I assured her. I drank my coffee. What would have happened if he had asked me out back then? Would I have said yes? Would Millicent and I be switched right now, with me telling her all about my romantic, adoring, passionately horny husband while she moaned about a lack of good guys in her life? Or would I be at home right now, laying in our marital bed, Erik’s face between my thighs, his tongue licking my clit as I moaned his name, hungry for his cock inside me?
“Sara?”
“What? Sorry, I spaced out.”
“Yes, evidently. I was just saying I have to run. I’ve got a book club to go to. You’re welcome to join me. We’ve been reading The Master and Margarita.”
“I’m good, thanks. I’ve got a hot bath waiting for me at home.”
“Alright.” Millicent stood up and collected her things. “I’ll see you next Saturday?”
“Sounds great! See you then!” She put away her empty cup and walked out the door towards her car. I held my coffee up to my face and inhaled its earthy, comforting aroma as it warmed my face.
So, Erik had a crush on me ... I wondered whether he still did. Did he ever think about me while he was with Millicent? Did he wonder what life would be like had he asked me out and we ended up together? Did he fantasize about me, imagining what our sex life would be like?
When I went over their house to swim and sunbathe and relax in their hot tub, was he comparing us side by side in our swimsuits? Did he wonder what I looked like underneath? Did he undress me in his mind, picturing my naked body? I bit my lip as I realized that I hoped he did, and I wasn’t even sure whether I’d refuse him if he asked me to show him. I sighed. But the past was past. If I had ever had that chance, it was long gone now.
I set down my cup. Next to it lay a ring I hadn’t noticed before. Had Millicent left it behind? I picked it up. The band was white gold, and it held several small diamonds in a channel setting, with a midnight blue sapphire for the center stone. It looked absolutely beautiful. I held it between my fingers, admiring it. It was impossible we wouldn’t have noticed it when we sat down, let alone the entire time we had been talking.
I noticed an inscription inside the band and held it closely to read it. I nearly dropped the ring when I read, “To My Darling Sara.” I looked around. Was I on a hidden camera show? Was my reaction being recorded right now, ready to broadcast on Youtube should it prove hilarious enough for the masses? Where had this ring come from?
I slipped it on to my left ring finger. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help but think how beautiful it would look on me. And I was right. It fit perfectly, too. I held up my hand to admire it and literally gasped at the sight. If this were a prank, it was a well-planned one. I should have just handed it to the cashier and told her that someone had lost it, washed my hands of it, and gone on my way, but I couldn’t bear to take the ring off.
Had Millicent left this as a gift? She had never given me anything like this before, but where else could it have come from, why did it have my name on it, and why was it seemingly made for me?
I took out my phone and texted her. “Did you leave a ring behind?” About ten minutes passed before she replied, “No. Did you find one?” So it wasn’t hers, then. I’d reply to her later, I decided.
So ... we had a mysterious ring. It fit me. It was engraved for me, or at least, someone with my name. It appeared from nowhere, left by no one. Possibilities? A prank or a social experiment still seemed most likely. My reaction so far wouldn’t entertain anyone, though. Was I supposed to return it in a test of honesty? The engraving and size could just be coincidental.
I went up to the cashier. “Has anyone come by who lost their ring? My friend found one earlier, but she had to run and she wanted me to check for her.”
“No one’s mentioned anything.”
“If you hear anything, can you call me?” I wrote down my number and handed it over to him.
“Will do,” he said with a nod. Well, I had done my due diligence. I stole another glance at the ring on my finger. Surely it couldn’t hurt to hold onto it for a day. I’d wait and see whether anyone reported it missing, and in the meantime I’d keep it warm for them. It felt so comfortable and snug around my finger, like a missing puzzle piece had suddenly been found. Maybe I had a very wealthy and very stealthy secret admirer? I walked out of the cafe, half-expecting to be ambushed by camera crews admonishing me for my selfishness as I did so, but I was allowed to walk to my car unmolested.
My night passed by uneventfully. I took a bath, I made myself some simple sushi rolls for dinner with some miso soup and almond milk, and I watched a few episodes of television in my pajamas before getting ready for bed. The ring hadn’t left my finger the entire time, and my gaze had only rarely left the ring. I didn’t want to give it up. I hoped no one claimed it. Didn’t I deserve a little gift from the universe to compensate me for my love life? I certainly thought I did. I turned off my lamp, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t in my apartment. The second thing I noticed was that someone’s arm was wrapped around me. The third thing I noticed was that that same someone had a raging chunk of morning wood jammed against my ass. Where was I? And whose dick was that?
Mister Morning Wood snored contentedly behind me. I gently lifted up his arm and slid out from under it before gracefully falling onto the floor. “Ow...” I crouched up and peeked over the bed at whatever criminal pervert had kidnapped me and brought me to his surprisingly well-decorated sex dungeon.
“Erik?” It couldn’t be ... but it was. His beard and mustache were gone, but it was him, sleeping peacefully. And stiffly, apparently ... What the fuck was going on? And where was I? This wasn’t Millicent and Erik’s house. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My usual self looked back at me. Well, almost ... My hair was longer, and I couldn’t deny that my hips and stomach were a little ... softer than they had been when I went to bed last night.
I didn’t recognize my sleepwear either. I typically chose my pajamas for comfort. Not to appear in a Victoria’s Secret commercial, which appeared to have been the intent of whoever had chosen my dark blue chemise nightgown. It looked good, at least. It was definitely sexier than anything I had owned, well, ever, and the white lace along the top drew the eyes straight towards my half-exposed breasts beneath. None of which explained why I was wearing it.
I noticed then that things felt much draftier than usual downstairs. I lifted up the nightgown for an instant before gasping and letting go. It fell back down, but not before I had gotten a clear view at my bare pussy. And I mean bare. I had been shaved?! Okay, that was it. I needed answers now.
I climbed into bed and started rocking Erik back and forth by his shoulders. “Erik! Erik! Erik, wake up!”
His eyes blinked open. “Good morning, darling. What’s up?” he asked, his voice still gravelly and quiet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, his hard cock palpable through the covers, his hand grabbing my ass possessively. “Don’t tell me you’re already frisky. Well, I’m ready if you are.”
“W-w-w-wait!” I managed to stammer out. My best friend’s husband was grabbing my ass! I pushed against his chest. His broad, hard chest. “What about Millicent?!”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Who’s Millicent? If this is a roleplay thing, you gotta give me the script first, darling. I can’t improv at...” He turned to check the clock. “ ... seven in the morning.”
“No, she’s-” I stopped. Connections grew between the clues in my mind. I had woken up next to Erik. He called me darling. He treated me like I was his. He didn’t know his wife’s name.
And I was still wearing the ring.
No ... this couldn’t be possible ... But no prank show could make my hair grow three inches overnight, or put a couple of pounds onto my ass. And no show could get Erik to grab aforementioned bigger ass and proposition me for sex. I hoped not, anyway. So the only logical conclusion was ... I was insane. I had gone too long without any dick and I had snapped and gone crazy from sexual frustration and I was hallucinating all this.
“Are you okay, Sara? Did you have a nightmare?” Erik asked, his amber eyes filled with loving concern. He pressed his forehead to mine. “You don’t have a fever. You want some water?”
“Y-yes, please.”
“I’ll be right back.” He got out of bed, completely nude. Oh, wow ... I felt slightly guilty staring at his package, still vividly erect, as it swung from side to side. But if I really had gone insane, it didn’t hurt to stare, right? And if I hadn’t gone insane ... well, then what?
If I were sane, if this were really happening ... were Erik and I ... married?
I looked at the ring. My engagement ring, I realized. What should I do? What could I do? The only person who might even be able to help, Erik didn’t know. And if I tried to explain the situation to anyone, they’d think I was crazy. Hell, I thought I was crazy.
Erik returned with a mug of warm water and a bowl of orange slices. “Here, I brought you some fruit, too,” he said, placing both of them on the side table next to me, his smooth, shirtless chest so close I could reach out and nuzzle my face against it. “Can I get you anything else, darling?”
“I’m good right now, thank you.”
He kissed my lips suddenly. I froze as his soft lips pressed tenderly against mine, his nose brushing against my own. His musk, virile and earthy, filled my nostrils. He pulled away. “Are you okay?”
“Sorry, I’ve ... got a lot on my mind.”
“Nervous about the concert?”
“Yeah,” I lied.
“You’ll do great. You always do. I’m looking forward to it. You don’t have to worry about a thing, my love.”
“Thank you.” I took a bite of orange and a sip of water. Erik was my husband. And I gave concerts, apparently. And he was a really good kisser and he slept completely naked like he was some sort of primal caveman and his cock looks delicious and I’m really curious what it feels like ... Well, I was his wife ... I mean, I assumed I was. There wasn’t anything wrong with a wife copping a feel, right? “Um, there is something else I want...”
“Anything, Sara.”
My eyes went down from his tussled, dark hair down his smooth, broad chest, past his firm abs until my gaze reached his resting loins. “I want to touch you.”
He laughed. “You are frisky ... Well, if it will make you feel better ... Boom boom badum boom, boom boom badum boom,” he sang a capella, putting his hands behind his head and dancing his way towards me goofily. My cheeks smoldered. He turned sideways and winked. “You want to give it a spank?”
“Yes,” I replied hastily, instinctively.
He bent over suggestively. “Be gentle.”
I laughed nervously. Was this married life? I swatted his well-muscled butt firmly. I could get used to this... “Turn around,” I ordered him.
“Yes, ma’am.” I forced myself not to look away as the man who had so long been my close friend turned around naked. My friend’s cock appeared before my face, thick and circumcised, still tumescent from before. More nervous giggles escaped my lips. A slim happy trail led from his belly button into a thick bush of hair, but his large, heavy balls were smooth and pink. His head was large, and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining how it would feel between my lips, filling up my mouth, throbbing inside of me.
“Oh my god,” I whispered aloud, prompting yet another laugh from Erik.
“Still impressive, isn’t it?” He looked down, admiring his own manhood. My hand reached out. He waited for it to reach him patiently. I trembled as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. Erik moaned softly. His cock was warm and firm, soft, but there was a feeling of latent power within it, ready to be unleashed at any time. My heart thundered in my chest. I couldn’t believe myself, stroking my friend’s cock, my best friend’s husband’s cock, feeling it stiffen and grow in my grip, getting bigger and thicker and harder. Where had he been hiding this handsome manhood all these years? I felt his heartbeat pulsating through his cock, filling it with desire, readying it for its purpose. “That feels great,” he groaned breathily.
This had already been inside this body, hadn’t it? Inside my pussy, inside my mouth ... who knew where else? How many times had the Sara of this timeline made Erik orgasm? Made love to him? Slept in his arms? This cock was mine, I concluded, squeezing it firmly. Just as my body was his. I stared at the virile member in my hand. But I wasn’t sure whether I was ready to have my friend’s cock inside me just yet, even if he were my husband, and even if it did look absolutely magnificent. That was a whole nother level of intimacy.
“Do you, erm, will you...”
“Yes?”
“Will you ... eat me out... ?” I squeaked.
“So formal today. What, are you going to send me an engraved invitation?”
I took a deep breath. “Eat me out. I want it.”
He smirked. “That’s my frisky little darling.” A growl escaped his lips. He nodded down towards his crotch. “Don’t think you’re not going to take responsibility for this later. But you seem like you need a little pampering right now.” He pulled away the covers off of me and crawled between my legs like a tiger on the prowl. He leaned in closely and inhaled deeply. “You really do want it ... you’re already dripping wet, darling. I can smell your desire.” He lowered his head and kissed my lips. My thighs clenched against his soft, smooth cheeks.
I felt almost predatory taking advantage of this situation I found myself in. Was I really his bride? Wasn’t I technically a stranger who just happened to share the same past as her? But as Erik’s head bobbed above my cunt, as his tongue and lips caressed my pussy lovingly, I decided that if I was going to be facing an existential dilemma, I’d rather be satisfied than achingly horny. Horny Sara made bad decisions anyway. I ran my hand through Erik’s thick, messy, black hair and pushed him down with a moan.
He licked me passionately. Millicent’s brief descriptions did him no justice. The man was an animal. I had never been able to reconcile her tales of his romance with the quiet, studious classmate I had known. But now, looking down at him lasciviously lavishing my lips with lingual love, I finally understood just why Millicent was always so happy all the damn time. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I moaned, my head arched back. His arms wrapped around my thighs. He pulled me into his mouth, ready to devour me alive. His hot breath panted against my soaked cunt. He ate messily, sloppily, with a relish that refused to be tamed.
“Fuck ... I’m almost there...” I murmured half to myself. When was the last time I had been given an orgasm by another person? I refused to think too much about it. The answer would only depress me. I just laid back, clenching the sheets in my hands, bucking my hips, trying to force his tongue deeper inside of my lips, a hint he quickly caught, his thick tongue firmly penetrating me, sliding up and down. I felt like the entirety of my being was slowly being drawn into my pussy by his ministrations, coalescing into a singularity that would soon explode into an orgasmic supernova.
His pace was steady, his stamina impressive. He neither slowed nor faltered as his tongue continued to lick away. I watched him work. His attention was focused so completely on me that he didn’t even notice me staring. My friend Erik was really eating me out. This was real. I was his wife.
I moaned loudly. Why hide it? We were husband and wife. I surrendered myself to him, casting aside my inhibitions. “Erik!” I cried. “Keep going!” My legs pressed against him. My fingernails dug into my palms. The little star inside me threatened to burst. My entire body clenched and tightened and squeezed and...
Oh my goodness...
I screamed, raw and primal. Waves of pleasure shook through me as that supernova ignited. My body quivered, weakly, unable to withstand such ecstasy. I shook, my legs still squeezing Erik, hot bliss filling me, melting away any sort of rational thought. I wished it would never end.
But slowly, the pleasure faded. My mind slowly returned. My breath had left me. I panted deeply, trying to recover. Erik climbed over me, leaving a trail of kisses from my clit to my collarbone. “How was it, darling?”
“Oh my god...”
He laughed heartily. “Good to hear.” He kissed my cheek. “You want anything for breakfast?”
“Oh my god...”
“I’ll make us something.” He got out of bed and disappeared into the bedroom. By the time he had finished brushing his teeth, I was finally able to speak again.
“That was incredible,” I gushed. I eyed his body, drinking him in. There were so many details I hadn’t noticed before. The hint of muscles on his abs. Just how thick and strong his arms were. The heavy girthiness of his cock and balls swinging between his thighs. Any ambivalence I had felt was long gone. If this were temporary, I’d make the best of it. If it were permanent, I might as well get used to it now. Either way, the optimal course of action was to let Erik eat me out however much he wanted and maybe a few more times than that.
“I know,” he winked. “You think of what you want for breakfast yet?”
I usually just ate something simple, some miso soup or an onigiri or two, but that felt like a waste of my own personal naked chef. “Make me my usual,” I told him.
“You got it, darling. I love you.”
I paused only a moment before replying, “I love you, too.” I didn’t. Not yet, a small part of me added. But it felt good to pretend. And I felt happy knowing that he truly meant it. He left the room and found his way to the kitchen, if the sounds of drawers and kitchen doors opening and closing were any indication.
I didn’t want to leave the bed, but I knew I had to eventually. My crotch felt like a licked-clean plate, for one thing. The room reeked of my sex, too. I rolled out of bed and entered the bathroom. The turquoise toothbrush was still dry, so I assumed that was mine. As I brushed, I weighed myself. Turns out that ten pounds was the difference between single life and wedded bliss for me. I marveled as I looked around the bathroom. I had been too frazzled earlier to notice, but now that I was looking, there was a bizarre sense of familiarity. I had never been here before, but the decor was what I would have chosen, from the towels to the bath that was more than big enough for two to share comfortably, I thought with a smile.
I finished brushing and rinsed before entering the closet. What I found was an odd hybrid of my style, Millicent’s, and something new. I assumed the clothes like Millicent’s were to Erik’s taste. Were the thongs, too? I had stopped wearing those back in college, but now they made up half my underwear drawer. What had once been a drawer full of practical sports bras had given into integration and welcomed a vast variety of diverse brassieres ranging from the simple to the sexy to the barely existent.
I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted my husband to look at me with lust and pride, even if we had only been married less than an hour from my point of view. I picked out a scarlet thong and a matching, sheer balcony bra. I could scarcely believe I was wearing something so see-through, but modesty felt unnecessary after I had just been devoured from the inside out. I checked myself out in the mirror. I thanked my alternate self for keeping a good gym routine going. My ass looked amazing, even with a few extra pounds on it.
I grabbed a blue tank top and a pair of black shorts and finished getting dressed. I owned a lot more makeup now, I realized, but I only applied a small amount, including some burgundy lipstick, before going to find Erik.
He was in the kitchen cooking. Unlike me, he hadn’t bothered to get dressed except for an apron. He stood at the stove, a spatula in one hand, tending to two sizzling pans. His bare buns remained exposed. I spent a few moments just staring, enjoying the view. I even had my own personal chef now. And he cooked naked. “Don’t burn that sausage,” I teased, walking towards him. I hugged him from the side and gaze his buns a good squeeze. A noticeable bulge rose from his apron. I looked at the stovetop. Bacon fried in one pan, its aroma enveloping me, while scrambled eggs coagulated in the other, glistening golden and moist as they fluffed up and cooked.
“I’ll be careful. You look beautiful, Sara. I love that top on you.” That word again: love.
“I love you in that apron, Erik. You should wear it all the time.”
“If the police weren’t so uptight, I would, darling.”
“Breakfast smells wonderful.”
“It’ll taste wonderful, too, in a minute. You want to cut up some fruit for us? I’ve got some peaches on the table.”
“Sure.” I took one of the fruits and picked a knife at random from the block. I got ready to make a cut when Erik interrupted me.
“Oh, not like that, Sara. You’ll hurt yourself. Here.” He set down the spatula and stood behind me. His eager hardness pressed against my ass. His arms wrapped around me, taking my hands in his. I faintly felt his heartbeat through his chest. His soft cheek nuzzled against mine. “You have to curl your fingers in, Sara. I don’t want you to slip and cut yourself again.”
“Thank you,” I replied. He stayed against me as I sliced through the fruit properly, protecting me, my own personal guardian angel. “Like this?”
“Perfect. That looks delicious. Almost as good as your peaches,” he added, cupping my full, round breast and squeezing it gently. I squeaked in surprise. His hand lingered, massaging my chest. I rested my head against his neck and let him, my nipple hardening from the stimulation.
“You’re insatiable,” I dreamily whispered.
“I am. What are you going to do about it?”
“Finish cooking and I’ll show you,” I challenged. I turned my head to look into his amber eyes. He smiled back at me and growled. Goosebumps blossomed along my arms. “Don’t let the food burn, chef.”
He released me from his amorous embrace and turned back to the food. “Whoops!” He turned off the stovetop burners hastily. “You like your bacon crispy, right? Eggs look good, at least.” He danced from stove to cupboards and back, grabbing some plates, setting them down, scooping up a serving of eggs and a few strips of well-done bacon and placing them onto the plates, one at a time. He pulled out some forks from a drawer and closed it with a swing of his hips. He spun around and handed them to me with a kiss. “Breakfast is served, Sara. Just grab some peaches for them. What would you like to drink?”
“Almond milk?” I hoped we had it in the fridge. It felt so odd, to be a stranger in a house that I myself had filled and decorated. Even the art on the walls were familiar surprises. I could see an Alphonse Mucha print framed near the front door and a picture of me performing hung over the fireplace.
Fortunately, this Sara drank almond milk, too. Erik poured me a glass and himself some cow’s milk before bringing both to the table, where I had set our plates and now sat waiting for him. He took off his apron and hung it over the chair, sitting down naked next to me. I clenched my thighs together and bit my lip, enjoying his casual exhibitionism, the way his body was completely on display in front of me, but without any explicit sexuality. His penis lay unstirring and soft, and he took no notice of his own nudity as we ate and talked and laughed together. Yet I couldn’t help but feel naughty, as though this were all for my benefit, I his mistress and he my servant.
But he deserved a reward, too.
I ate my breakfast happily. The bacon was a little better done than I’d have preferred, but the eggs were just perfect, light and fluffy and well-seasoned, glistening with butter. The peaches were firm and fragrant and yielding to the bite, full of summer flavor. The juices dribbled down my chin as I ate unabashedly like a hungry child. I set down my empty cup. “That was delicious, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sara.”
I reached under the table, resting my hand on his upper thigh. He squirmed. “But now I want some dessert,” I told him, sliding out of my chair and onto my knees beneath the breakfast table. I couldn’t believe my boldness, preparing to suck Erik’s cock like this. Just yesterday he had been only a friend, and now here I was, eager to fellate him. But it felt right. I lazily pumped away at his cock with one hand as I looked up into his eyes, coaxing him to hardness.
He smiled back. “Are you sure? I thought you didn’t want to waste any.”
I kissed the swelling head of his cock. “This isn’t a waste. Besides, you deserve it.” His cock awakened quickly. All it took was a few strokes and kisses before it was rock hard and ready. From this perspective, it looked almost overwhelming. Would I be able to fit this between my lips? I was certainly going to try. I admired my new husband’s cock. Its long, smooth shaft. The strong veins running along its length. The way it curved just so slightly to the left. The manly aroma wafting off of it. The heat of his arousal radiating from it. His big, smooth balls dangling beneath. And that large, threatening speartip of a head, ready to penetrate his prey.
I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I tucked my hair behind my ear, opened my lips, and engulfed his cock. He moaned softly, his hand resting against my head. “Good girl,” he sighed, and despite myself, I felt like one, eager to please, eager to impress. I wanted him to think his wife was the best little cocksucker in the world. I cooed and bobbed my head. His cock throbbed between my lips, pulsating passionately, eager for relief, eager to release. Its size felt perfect inside my mouth, as though we had been designed to please one another.
I grazed my nails along his thighs, my fingertips circling against his sensitive flesh. His hips slowly rocked, his cock sliding deeply into my mouth. It had been too long since I had partaken in this primal pleasure, compelling a man to orgasm using only my mouth, an action so intimate, so personal. I sucked and licked as he trembled in his chair, his abdomen shivering. His palm brushed against my cheek. “That feels incredible,” Erik told me. “You’re such a good girl.” I smiled as much as I could with a full mouth and moved faster. His breathing told me that he couldn’t last much longer. “I’m about to cum,” he advertised.
I took him as deeply as I could into my tight, warm mouth. His body shook. He groaned loudly. “Sara...” Erik’s cock spasmed in the confines of my mouth. A hot burst of cum gushed out of his cock down the back of my throat, again and again and again, his manhood filling my mouth with his essence.
I greedily swallowed every drop and sucked his struggling shaft dry, making sure I didn’t miss a single delicious drop of his semen. And finally, when his body had emptied itself into me and his satiated penis began to wilt, I released his moistened member from my mouth and looked up at him proudly, awaiting my praise for a job well done.
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It's been a long, stressful day at work; I need to get away. My boss is a prick, annoying coworkers never quieting and Dan, from the cubicle one space over from mine, keeps leering at me with his peering, beady eyes. So, unsurprisingly, I was SUPER exhausted! I clock out and head for the car.After getting in my car and driving aimlessly, I find myself suddenly at the city's lake. I smile, the first time today, remembering all the hot, sunny days spent in this serenity. I shut off the engine,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiIt's been a long, stressful day at work; I need to get away. My boss is a prick, annoying coworkers never quieting and Dan, from the cubicle one space over from mine, keeps leering at me with his peering, beady eyes. So, unsurprisingly, I was SUPER exhausted! I clock out and head for the car.After getting in my car and driving aimlessly, I find myself suddenly at the city's lake. I smile, the first time today, remembering all the hot, sunny days spent in this serenity. I shut off the engine,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThe Boy Bride Three -- Married By Gingerfred Man Previously For some of you, I guess this is the part of my life story you've been waiting to read. The part where I, Dylan Griffith, a pantied little sissy, get into a lovely wedding gown, attended by lots of envious bridesmaids and adored by a legion of jealous men, then get my ass plowed again and again by a big, strong, snorting, rutting husband. Well you won't be disappointed. Telling you about my wedding and my marriage...
You wake up like an other day but something feels different like your no longer in the same world anymore. You look around and everything looks the same and you don't feel any different. All you can think of the feeling is it must be your imagination. But that feeling that your world has changed has happened and you have arrived in a world of pleasure where sex is the norm. Pleasure takes priority in these worlds where everone is game your mother, father, sister, brother, your friends,...
It was a normal Friday except it was the 4th of July, Sam my husband and me (Lynn) his wife were standing in the living room when someone knocked on the door about 9:30 in the morning. I answered the door and it was the lady across the street and two houses down, her name was Tammy. Tammy came in where I and my husband Sam were sitting there having our morning coffee and said, “Hi guys, I would like to talk to Lynn alone in private about girl stuff if that’s ok?” Sam said,...
Happily Married By Gingerfred Man Chapter One - TGIF Four forty-three p.m. On a Friday. An incredibly sexy, very beautiful, 25-year-old woman, who obviously had the hots for me, was flirting at me full force. Again. "So, Dan," Leila said as she batted her 1.5-inch lashes at me, "a bunch of us are going for drinks after work today. Why don't you come with us for once?" For the billionth time, I wondered why Leila was so persistent. She knew I was happily married and she...
The Friday afternoon, I was packing up a few things to take back home for the mid-year break when Murray Allen knocked at my door. “Great, you’re still here,” he said. “I was hoping to catch you before you left. I guess there’s still stuff to sort out for the wedding and honeymoon. I wanted to tell you, it’s not official yet, but we recommended that your thesis be accepted, and you will be getting your PhD. Now, it still has to go before the Professorial Board, and they will recommend that...
My name's Tommy and I'm getting married. Sounds like an AA introduction,doesn't it? It probably should because right now I'm viewing getting marriedlike a curse. You know, getting married is just something that most peopleassume they're going to do. Your parents talk about grandc***dren, your sistermight mention about what kind of aunt she'll be, and of course - eventually -your girlfriend will make little comments about getting married and havingbabies. So, I just kinda assumed that I...
Eric Stewart figured out that he’d put himself in a trap. Before he’d married Candy, she had gone to the State’s Attorney’s office to meet Miss Murphy. Everyone in the office she had asked where to find Miss Murphy would know that she was a rape victim; that was the only sort of case Murphy handled. He had thought that not inviting anybody to see his wedding would avoid their making that connection. Now, though, he was married and nobody at the office -- except the guy in the personnel...
Hi folks. This one is a bit different, but then maybe again it isn't. The reason why I think it's different is because I didn't make this one up. I also didn't read about this one on the net. This is a mostly true story. AlleyKat and I went to our first car show of the year, recently and an acquaintance of mine sat down and told me the whole story while people passed by and looked at our cars. He and his wife and daughter told me I could write the story. I did take a literary license and...
What is it that makes a man and a woman catch fire the moment they set eyes on each other? I've heard it called hormones, or pheromones, or just the accidental coinciding of two vulnerable personalities. I'm a scientist, but not in the life sciences, so I don't understand that kind of stuff. What I do know now is that it really happens, because it happened to me. Jan had just been hired, and her manager was taking her around to introduce her to all the people she might be working with. I...
Three and a half hours before he was about to get married to Emily, Ryan received the strangest text message ever. He shouldn’t have responded. It was bad luck, he thought, to see his wife before the wedding. Yet, here he was replying to her in an attempt to find out what she wanted.Ryan shook his head at the terse responses he was getting and the somewhat angry replies of ‘why he should get round to her house right now?’ He shook his head in despair, but he knew that when Emily got in a mood...
CuckoldA big ‘Thank You’ goes out to my editor ‘Techsan’ who is always there for me. * As I rolled off her soft warm body I thought what a beautiful and wonderful woman she was. Tender, sweet and everything a man could possibly ask for in a woman. I laid my hand back on her breast and kissed her softly. She turned on her side and pushed her butt up against my now flaccid member. I put my arms around her and we simply cuddled. I loved this women with all my heart and all my soul. Looking back over my...
Special thanks to Pete ‘the old fart’ 2018 for his expertise in reediting and reproofing. This was my day. For the last four months my mom and I had been arranging my wedding. From the guest list to my lovely dress, we did everything with military precision. Ron my husband to be had been very understanding. He left the wedding arrangements to Mom and me. His short guest list was his parents, a brother, his Uncle Don and five other couples. I had since met his Uncle Don numerous times. This...
Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware, I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiOn the belt, they have a saying: Minerals are controlled by capitalists, flesh is controlled by entrepreneurs. They say it's because people preferred the competition of smaller businesses and therefore put corporations at a disadvantage to small businesses. However, it was actually a government regulation put in place in an attempt to distribute more evenly throughout the belt. Either way, anyone with money for decent ship and a few licenses and tickets could start trading the...
‘World 794 was examined by the original Franklin team during the early days of their project and they marked it down as a possible destination for examination. When the team arrived they took these pictures’ – Peaches tensed her pussy muscles, and the slideshow behind her skipped on one image, to sow a photo of an uninterrupted stretch of green forest leading away into the distance. She squeezed two more times and two more, almost indistinguishable pictures skipped by. ‘Can we see those...
Peaches was naked except for a black leather sleeve that held both her arms tightly behind her back, and her body was folded into the space beneath the Prince's chair. Her head alone protruded through a gap at the front of the chair, leaving her mouth in an ideal position for the Prince to feed her his cock as he spoke. As Peaches obediently slurped on his cock, trying not to gag as he pushed into her mouth, she struggled to listen to the plans being made around her. 'We'll drop the...
Jaq’ asked to play with Peaches several times a day, and sometimes, in a spirit of good fellowship, Sir Ross shared her with their host. Jaq’ was uninhibited and relaxed about the whole thing, accepting without question that they came from another part of his own world and that Peaches was simply to be treated as an object. It came naturally to him, she had to admit! On their return to Slaveworld, Sir Ross was debriefed extensively by the Prince and by his peers, and even Peaches was...
In the course of my life I have had many names and worn several faces. Some have called me a traitor, others knew me as a faithful servant. I have been ordered to compile my story here for the benefit and legitimate pleasure of the reading public. After interviews with myself and others who were there, my manuscript was handed over to a team of professionals who produced the document you are now reading. It is dedicated to my sister, Elizabeth. Chapter One: Early in the Autumn...
Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue the tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiIntroduction: A nerd traveling to England is mistaken for a dead spy and is subsequently enrolled in a school that trains Spies so that American secrets can be extracted. New York one week before the start of classes, an American operative gets shot in the head in his NY Penthouse. A feminine shadow leaves the room and a few minutes later the room explodes, incinerating the body. *** Chris is a gifted student; he has a photographic memory and an IQ that makes NASA scientists look...
Introduction: Hi! Fourth chapter of my fanfic thing! Please comment? Peaches was attending another planning meeting for her next mission. Her original deal with Prince Samuel had been to attend every meeting and be allowed input, and hed agreed. He was true to the letter of his word, she reflected, but maybe it could be easier for her to talk… Peaches was naked except for a black leather sleeve that held both her arms tightly behind her back, and her body was folded into the space beneath the...
Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware, I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAn abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the park gave you will remedy that problem. As you turn and peer out of the crystal window, a small town slides into view: Sweetwater. It looks...
This multiverse was known to be a seemingly infinite space filled with an equally vast amount of universes. This fact caused there to be practically limitless possibilities. Allow me to tell you a story about one such possibility that I hope will pique your interest, with you probably being the kinky macrophile or macrophile who stumbles upon this story somewhere on the internet. This story takes place in the universe home to the planet named Omniworld, or Omni for short. All life in this...
FetishIt happened in an instant. You, a young man about 6 foot-two-inches in height and who is about 23 years of age, had fallen asleep after playing video games and doing coursework on a Tuesday night. You were studying for the chapter finals of a course covering theories and concepts on the existence of multiple universes. And you thought you were ready, when you awoke the next morning not to the familiar sights of your room, but to a confusing sight of dunes and endless sands. Your first question...
FantasyThe Futa Empire continues to conquer the small isolated Free Male States one by one. Your story takes place in a border territory of the Empire, in a medium size city of 500,000 or so people. The male population of the territory has been shrinking and if the trend continues, major problems could arise. A small mountain range separates you from a Free Male State (FMS). Although this protected them from the Imperial Army for many years, the end has begun. The state is large for an FMS (just under...
TranssexualThe man behind Enola removed his hands from over her face, and after a moment of allowing her eyes to adjust, a smile spread across her still youthful face. "What is it?" "It's a birthday pie," Helen answered. "What's a birthday pie?" "It's a pie," Helen answered with a chuckle, "to celebrate the day of your birth." Enola looked confused. "Is this the day of my birth?" "It is now," the Enforcer said from atop a nearby downed palm tree. "You didn't have one. You need one. No one has this one....
The Sexworld. An alternate universe to our own, where sex is as common as saying hello. The people there, always horny and nearly always pansexual, have integrated sex into every facet of society. Public and anonymous sex is accepted and normal. Unwanted pregnancy and STDs are a thing of the past. Monogamy is considered quaint and old fashioned. So go ahead, and look around! Watch as a waittress gets a nice assfuck from a customer in addition to her tip. Hang out with sorority girls all fucking...
You get home on friday evening, a little tired after a week of work, but glad and excited to be able to enter your fantasy realm within the VR machine you have in your bed room. The machines were invented a little over a decade ago. At first it came out that they were being developed for military purpose, but soon people got their hands on the technology, through illegal means or maybe even leaked by the government? Who knows. Either ways, you're glad it happened because they are now a public...
Jim sat in his dorm room and was playing on his computer when a mail popped up in his inbox with the subject line “Ready to become a WorldMaster™?”. On the first view it looked like spam, but for some reason he still opened it and started to read. Are you ready to become a true WorldMaster™? Have fun with every woman you want to fuck and use our WorldMaster™ smartwatch to adjust everything to your desires. Sign up today for the free beta test and maybe we will pick you to become a true...
Mind ControlAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiTowhom this may concern, I am writing out my adventures while living on the planet Rigel VI. It's a planet near the edge of our galaxy. It varies to inner system planets in one large way, here on Rigel it's culturally acceptable to own pleasure-slaves. These slaves differ from those of Earths past in the fact that all of these men and woman volunteer for this occupation, choosing to give their bodies to those able to afford it. These slaves are not mistreated, protected by a court of law to...
Fantasy & Sci-FiTo whom this may concern, I am writing down my memories and adventures while living on Rigel VI. For those who are unaware, it is the largest planet in the Rigel system on the very edge of our galaxy. It is also home to some rather odd traditions compared to inner system planets. The one that stands out the most is the “pleasure-slave” business that everyone on the planet seems to accept. This wasn't the same as slavery of Earths past, it was more of a legal contract that both parties had to...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware, I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. As previous readers are aware, I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy and I continue the story of my adventures with the amazing local custom of pleasure-slaves.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy and I continue the story of my adventures with the amazing local custom of pleasure-slaves.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the terrible...
Fantasy & Sci-FiAgain, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy and I continue the story of my adventures with the amazing local custom of pleasure-slaves.The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the terrible...
Fantasy & Sci-FiA warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy and I continue the story of my adventures with the amazing local custom of pleasure-slaves.As previous readers are aware, the rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the terrible...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThis is a complete story in and of itself, though I might decide to write a continuation. If I do it will be complete as well, and not reliant upon the first one. Worldcom Services (Story One) by: jo199 part 1 Joe got out of the cab, still looking at the piece of paper in his hand that said, Worldcom Services Inc., 29779 Beacon Shoreline. He was so distracted by his excitement that he belatedly thought to pay the cabby, but by the time he'd looked up from the paper the cab...
Sexworld By JRD It was Jay Caulfield's first cruise and he was astounded to meet Esmerelda, one of Hollywood's best new stars. She was a blond bombshell with hair to the middle of her shoulders, firm round tits and a perfectly shaped ass. She had taken an instant liking to the accountant from Alaska, and had constantly flirted with him since they had met at the opening party. It was the third night and Jay had been having wet dreams about her since that party. They always...
Sexworld II By JRD When Tara awoke, twelve hours later, she was on a bed big enough for two, in a room filled with other people, which had a huge mirror taking up one full wall. She looked around. There were both men and women, but each had two things in common. All were flat-chested with small nipples and each had a dick hanging from between their legs. Tara looked down at her own body. She had never had large tits, but now she was as flat as a tabletop. And standing out...
The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant plagiarism of this work. SWITCHWORLD: THE MOMENT OF IMPACT By Wyrdey 'I remember blinking as I activated the machine. When I opened my eyes, a fraction of a second later, I was here in this locked ward, I was 12 years old, and the world was completely transformed.' -'Switch World: Genesis' 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... The change blossoms. Billy is playing in the sun. Making little explosion...
Wild world Prologue As the judge enters the room, I stand up, just as everybody else in the courtroom does. He sits in his bench, everybody else, but me, sits, and then he looks straight into my eyes and says, "Having heard all evidences presented in this case, I concluded that the accused is guilty of raping and murdering a young woman." "Do you wish to say something before I give my sentence?" So, I am doomed, and with nothing else to save, but my pride, I answer, "Yes, your...
Westworld April 3, 2028 "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the CEO of Future Global, Malcom Sanders." The lights in the conference hall dimmed and a spotlight appeared on a man dressed in jeans, tennis shoes, and a Hawaiian aloha shirt as he walked across the stage. After an initial robust round of applause the attendees fell silent. Malcom Sanders was the latest Silicon Valley technology wizard that had quickly established himself far above his competitors in recent years....
Wild world by Sylvia Wechsel Prologue As the judge enters the room, I stand up, just as everybody else in themcourtroom does. He sits in his bench, everybody else, but me, sits, and then he looks straight into my eyes and says, "Having heard all evidences presented in this case, I concluded that the accused is guilty of rape and murder of a young woman." "Do you wish to say something before I give my sentence?" So, I am doomed, and since I have nothing else to save, but my...
NeverWorld Chapter One Randy Butler curled up in a comfortable armchair in the corner of the Student Center. There were students all around him talking, eating, and working. Even though they were all strangers, he felt comfortable here in the large crowded hall. Randy was lonely. He hadn't made any new friends in the two weeks since college began. He had hoped to meet other freshmen taking classes at Philadelphia College, but it wasn't happening. He wasn't meeting anyone...
NeverWorld Chapter Two Althea Smallwood found herself drifting off as the lawyer representing the group of fairies would not stop lecturing her about his clients "God given rights". She wanted to close her eyes and put her head down. She even considered taking a recess but wanted to end this case now. She tried what the other justices had suggested. She had pinched herself, she had tried chewing gum, she had pushed her fingernails into the palm of her hand. Nothing was going to keep...