Velvet
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We were barely out of the parking lot when Mom slid across the seat to my side. She put her head against my shoulder and said, ‘Thank you for a good time tonight baby.’
‘Why thank you sweetheart.’ I said. ‘It’s been fun for me too. I’m really loving this role playing thing that we’re doing’
‘Me too sweetie.’ Mom crooned in a drunken way as she leaned in toward me and kissed me passionately on the neck. ‘It’s so exciting when you get to be someone else for a while.’ She slurred around kisses to my neck. She began running her tongue over my tingling skin for a few seconds, ‘Mmmm, you taste good, all salty, and sweaty. I love the taste of a sweaty man, and the scent just drives me wild.’
As she licked on my neck she slipped her hand onto my thigh and began slowly rubbing it, squeezing it, and kneading it, as I drove through darkened streets to Peggy’s place. Moving her hand inexorably up my thigh until it hand rested against my rock hard cock.
She shifted her hand to my rigid member and began rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. I heard her breathing deepen and the pressure of her lips against my neck strengthen as her hand gripped my crank tightly.
Mom pulled her mouth away from my neck and I heard her gasp. ‘Oh my god, uuungh, uuungh.’
Her body quivered violently against me, then as suddenly as it had started, her passions waned or were sated and she lay slack against me. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, all in all she felt like a sack of flour against my shoulder.
‘Damn that was quick.’ I mused. Judging from the even breathing Mom had succumbed to all the liquor she had consumed and finally passed out.
Peggy lived just a few blocks from the bar in a Victorian house that had been converted to small apartments. Peggy rented an efficiency apartment that was little more than a bedroom with a small kitchenette and even smaller bathroom on the side. It was fine for her needs and lifestyle. It was cheap, and the neighbors didn’t seem to object to the sounds of Peggy’s love making, which could be extremely loud at times.
I pulled up in front of the house and pushed Mom’s head from my shoulder. Her head lolled back and she began to snore quietly. I opened my door, stood up, and walked around to the passenger side.
I opened the door wide and reached in to take Peggy by the feet and pull her through the door. When her knees came even with the edge of the seat I dropped her feet and leaned in to grasp her hands. I tugged on her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position. She continued to come forward until her face stopped against my crotch.
I was about to grasp her under the arms when I heard a muffled voice, ‘It looks like little Kenny is all ready for Peggy now.’
I leaned back and looked down. Peggy turned her face up toward me. She had a sly smile on her lips and lust in her eyes. She reached up and gently stroked my still rigid cock through my pants. ‘Looks like you’re all ready for momma.’ She said huskily.
She didn’t know how right she was. I closed my eyes as she continued to stroke my tortured cock. It had so very many admirers but no takers tonight and it was full to the brim and in need of draining.
Peggy stopped stroking my rigid dong and unzipped my pants. My rock hard cock almost sprang through the fly and she began to stroke it again. ‘Mmmm, mommy wants to suckey. You want mommy to suck your big, hard cock?’
‘Oh yes mommy!’ I exclaimed softly. ‘I want mommy to suck my big, hard cock.’
Peggy ran her tongue over the head of my cock, licking the precum from the tip swallowing it appreciatively. ‘Ummmmm,’ she moaned, ‘That tastes so good!’
‘It feels good too, mommy.’ I moaned.
Peggy plunged her mouth down the length of my rigid crank and began to violently stroke its length with her hot mouth. She slurped appreciatively at each stroke, moaning and gasping as she reached between her legs and brought herself off while she sucked.
I was just at the point of blowing my seed into her throat when she abruptly stopped and pulled her mouth from my dong. ‘Not so fast sonny boy. Mommy wants a little satisfaction too.’ She said with a lascivious grin.
She released her grip from my dick and pushed me back so that she could stand. I pulled her unsteadily to her feet, and she kissed me briefly on the lips before she pushed past me and walked unsteadily toward the front of the car. I followed behind her with my very hard meat still sticking from the fly of my trousers.
She stood in front of the car and hastily shucked her pants and underwear, pushing them to the street and stepping out of them. Then she turned to face the car, put her hands on the hood of the car and spread her legs.
‘Fuck me sonny boy.’ She exclaimed huskily, ‘Your momma needs your hard cock deep inside of her.’
I undid my pants and pushed both them and my underwear down around my knees. Then I stepped up behind Peggy and in a single vicious stroke plunged my iron hard cock deep inside her wet pussy.
‘Unnnngh,’ she cried from pleasure. ‘Damn your momma loves her baby’s cock inside of her. Now fuck your momma good or she’s going to spank you.’
I began to ram my massive iron rod into her sweltering snatch. I listened to her grunt and curse with each thrust. The hot flesh of her pussy throbbed around my steely shaft as she came first once and then again in quick succession.
‘God damn, fuck me you big cocked bastard.’ She yelled before grunting gutturally, ‘Unnnngh, ooommmph, unnnngh.’
‘Do you like fucking your momma?’ She grunted fiercely.
‘I love fucking you momma.’ I responded almost as loud.
I closed my eyes and envisioned my mother as the recipient of my savage thrusts. She writhed beneath me as I slammed my balls against her shapely ass with each brutal stroke.
I continued to fantasize as I savagely fucked Peggy’s pussy. The strength of the fantasy along with the constant arousal of my gigantic meat throughout the night brought me to conclusion sooner than I wished. I felt the burn of my white-hot seed course up the length of my mighty lance and knew that soon I would shoot rope after rope of cum into the waiting and quivering snatch of the bar slut Peggy. In the world of my fantasy, of course, I would be exploding into the vessel of my birth and that made the deed just that much the sweeter.
Just as the first stream of cum blasted from the end of my might lance I looked past the quivering body of Peggy, looked through the windshield of the car, and looked directly into the wide-open eyes of my mother.
Gazing deep into my mother’s eyes I continued to plunge my steel rod into the hot furnace of Peggy’s snatch. I quivered with a series of ejaculations so massive as to make my groin ache. However even as I watched Mom, my mind was elsewhere, locked in a fantasy of the basest carnal nature, the fantasy of thoroughly ravishing my own dear mother.
I attempted to tear my eyes from hers but try as I might I could not avert my gaze from Mom’s eyes. Her gaze seemed riveted to mine, my mind seemed locked to her will, almost as if some sort of a connection had grown between us. As if she was experiencing what I was experiencing.
I watched the lust grow in Mom’s deep green eyes and an untamed smile formed on her normally tender lips. Her whole demeanor took on a feral cast that just made her that much more desirable and I knew that I needed to have her tonight.
I thrust into Peggy again and again as my mother watched intently. I felt like I was locked with Mom both emotionally and physically because as I finished my last spurt of hot cum into Peggy’s cream filled cunt I saw my mother tilt back her head, close her eyes and silently mouth a scream of what I assumed to be ecstatic completion.
Peggy collapsed face down on the hood of the station wagon, spent from passion and breathing raggedly. I remained inside of her p
ussy and continued to thrust weakly into her until my dick was limp and just dropped out.
I continued to watch Mom through the windshield throughout the entire process and her eyes never left mine except for those brief instances when her mouth would open, her eyes close, and her body would seem to quiver in completion.
As my cock plopped uselessly from Peggy’s cream filled cunt, I stepped away from her, slowly pulled my pants up, and stuffed my cum covered and thoroughly spent cock inside my trousers.
As I pushed my dick into my pants, I looked at Mom and saw that she was staring intently at my crotch. Discomfitted by the attention I turned away from her gaze and fastened my trousers. Then I reached down and helped Peggy to her feet.
Peggy stood and turned toward me. ‘You were great tonight.’ She said.
‘So were you.’ I commended honestly.
‘Why thank you.’ She said. Then she continued, ‘I have to go. My ass is getting cold and you have to take your date home.’ She turned to leave carrying her clothes in her hands. ‘I hope that I’ve left enough for her.’ She yelled as she raced toward the house still naked below the waist.
I watched Peggy run up the steps, across the porch, and into the door to the apartment house. As her lovely naked ass disappeared inside and the door closed behind it I turned back to the car and saw Mom still looking at me.
For the life of me I couldn’t read her expression and that was odd in its self. I didn’t know if it was one of pleasure or of pain and that disturbed me greatly. I was also bothered by the onset of guilt and remorse for what I had just done.
I had never allowed Mom to know the slightest about my love life, out of respect I suppose. And to have her witness, almost be a participant in one of my trysts, was after the excitement of the act somewhat embarrassing.
I walked around to the driver side door, her eyes seemed to be following me the entire way. I opened the door, sat down and closed the door behind me.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at Mom for a moment, I was feeling a mixture of shame, remorse, and embarrassment because she had watched me as I fucked Peggy right there on the hood. I felt like a little boy that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only in this case it was my dick in the bimbo’s twat.
Finally, I got up the nerve to look over at my mother. I looked mom up and down and what I saw surprised me quite a bit for some reason.
Mom sat in the seat with her head lolled back, her mouth half open, and her eyes half closed breathing raggedly. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, exposing her splendid thighs to my view. She still had her legs spread wide, and one of her hands was thrust into her flimsy black lace panties.
Her other hand lay limply on the seat beside her, but it was fairly obvious what it had been doing because one side of her dress had been partly pulled down and one of her lovely breasts was still partially exposed. I stared at the exposed aureole and nipple as it rose and fell with Mom’s fitfully breathing.
Shaking my head I tried to make things right. ‘Sorry that you had to see that Mom.’ I began. ‘I just don’t know what got into me.’ I finished remorsefully.
The sound of my voice seemed to rouse her. She opened her eyes and pulled her hand from her pussy before looking down at her exposed tit. Using both of her hands she stuffed the massive orb back into her dress before turning her face toward me, and gazing at me she spoke with anger seething in her voice.
‘I’m not your god damn mother, damn it.’ She slurred huskily. ‘Don’t you remember my name? It’s Sarah.’
‘I’m sorry Sarah. I forgot for a minute.’ I responded contritely.
She paused for a second and straightened her dress. ‘Oh baby, don’t be sorry. Just remember who and what I am tonight.’ She slurred hoarsely. ‘Watching you screw Peggy made me so hot, that I just couldn’t help myself, I really wanted it to be me that you were screwing and not that fucking tramp.’ She stopped for a minute to think and then inexplicably tears began to roll down her cheeks.
‘Oh god, I’m such a fucking slut!’ she whined drunkenly as tears flowed down her cheeks.
‘Sarah, that’s just a bunch of shit and you know it.’ I responded firmly while I watched the tears flow freely.
She looked at me like she had just been slapped. The tears continued to run down her cheeks, carrying the remains of her mascara with them, but her blubbering wails reduced to stifled sobs and then silence as I let the seconds pass.
‘You’re just a normal, healthy woman that hasn’t had any sex for over three years, except for what you could give yourself.’ I said softly. I stopped for a second before continuing, ‘You are a beautiful sexy female that needs to have a man make love to her. Being aroused by what you saw tonight is normal and needing to feel what you saw Peggy feeling is just as normal.’
‘Do you really think so?’ Sarah asked pleadingly between stifled sobs. ‘But you are my son…’ she continued mournfully.
‘Oh yes. I truly believe that.’ I replied quickly, tossing her a life ring in her sea of confusion and despair. ‘Besides, you’re my date Sarah, not my mother at all. And we are all hot sex and late nights. Remember?’ I finished as I reminded her of our role-play.
I leaned in and put my lips to hers. There was a moment of resistance or hesitation as I pushed my tongue between her warm lips, but it was so very brief to be almost non-existent. Sarah opened her mouth wide and I pushed my tongue deep within it. The taste of Sarah’s mouth was sweet and inviting, my tongue coursed over hers and they jousted for a second before she began to suck on mine hungrily.
My hand moved almost automatically to her breast, taking the firm melon through the sheer fabric of her dress. I felt the nipple rise against my fingers and a moan escaped Sarah’s lips and into my mouth.
‘Mmmmmmmgh.’ She gasped as my hand continued to knead her taut breast.
Moving my hand from her breast I allowed it to travel down her body to finally rest on the warmth of her cunt. I gently trailed my fingers over her crotch and felt the tremors of her arousal in her tight muscles. I pulled my lips from hers, she laid her head back and gasped for breath.
‘All you’ve had for so long sweet Sarah is the comfort of your own fingers to bring you satisfaction.’ I said softly and then paused for a second to listen to her pant. Not expecting any response and not getting any, I continued, ‘There is only so much that a hand can do, at least your own anyway.’ I said huskily.
I pushed my fingers deeper between her quaking thighs. I felt her body shudder as my fingers fondled her already wet pussy through the shear fabric of her panties. While my hand moved ever farther into the forbidden areas of Sarah’s cunt she spread her legs wider to accommodate me.
I massaged her swollen labia through her sodden underwear for a second or two before I moved aside the fabric and pushed first one, then two of my fingers inside of her moist, hot twat.
‘This is so wrong.’ She slurred drunkenly. ‘But god it feels so damn good.’ She continued softly.
‘You didn’t think it was so wrong when you were stroking my cock did you?’ I asked teasingly. ‘So how can it be wrong for me to massage your hot cunt?’
‘I didn’t…well maybe I did…no I didn’t think it was wrong at all. But what the hell has that got to do with anything?’ She ran on desperately.
‘Everything and nothing really.’ I continued as my fingers drove deeper into her steaming slit. ‘But you need to make up your mind now whether you want me or not Sarah.’ I continued softly as I inserted a third finger and pushed my thumb against her very erect clit. As I ground my thumb over her clitoris Mom spread her legs even wider and arched against my hand as she came to an orgasm around my fingers.
‘Unnnngh, mmmmmph, oh god uuuuunnnngp
h.’ She grunted softly.
When her convulsions had ceased I pulled my fingers from her seething cunt and gently pushed the fabric of the panties back over the brick red hair covering her pussy. ‘You see? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?’ I soothed.
‘Oh no….’ She replied dreamily as the drugs and the alcohol began to overpower her sense of guilt.
I moved my wet hand from her twat and brought it to her shoulder. Gently I pushed the strap of her dress from her shoulder and inserted my hand inside the bodice of her dress. My fingers made contact with her nipple and I gently ran my fingers over it. Instantly it sprang to erection and I stroked it slowly before reaching farther inside and grasping the bulk of the glorious globe with my hand and gently squeezing.
‘Oh god that feels good.’ She moaned softly like she was in a dream.
‘How much did you see?’ I asked, suddenly feeling very curious.
‘The whole damn thing baby, you were magnificent.’ She slurred huskily.
‘Do you want me Sarah? Do you want me to ravish you like I ravished Peggy?’ I asked softly while I massaged Sarah’s soft flesh.
I felt Sarah quiver as I squeezed her wonderful tit. ‘Unnnngh. Oh yes I want you baby. I want you so bad it actually hurts.’
She paused for breath before continuing in a soft slur, ‘I want you to do to me what you did to her. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man make love to me and I need to feel your big dick inside of me tonight.’
‘Why thank you Sarah. I can only hope that I can make you happy.’ I continued as stroked the soft flesh of her breast for a moment more before I pulled my hand from her dress and turned back toward the wheel. ‘Lets head for home, and to bed.’ I said softly as I turned on the ignition.
Sarah sat erect, slid over next to me and ran her hand over my face. As her fingers passed beneath my nose I caught the scent of her cunt. I extended my tongue to lick at her juices but she quickly moved it out of my range. From my face she gently moved her fingers down my neck to finally come to rest on my chest.
She unbuttoned one button and leaned over to kiss my hairy chest. Then she unbuttoned another, and another, until she had me open to the waist. She pushed the shirt open and ran her fingers across my hairy chest, stopping to squeeze my pecks like they were a woman’s breasts.
‘God that show turned me on.’ She gasped as she ran her nails across my chest. ‘I’ve never watched anyone else make love before. Damn it’s sexy!’
She put her mouth to my nipple and sucked on it, running her tongue over its tip. I shivered in pleasure.
She ran her hand down across my flat stomach as she switched her mouth to my other nipple and sucked on it too. ‘You like that?’ She asked softly.
‘It feels heavenly.’ I moaned softly.
She placed her hand on my hardening cock and gently stroked it through my pants. ‘Oooh.’ She sighed softly. ‘I think that you’ll have enough for me there,’ she whispered sexily. ‘Let me see it again.’ She pleaded.
I arched my back and unzipped my pants. She leaned back and watched as I put my fingers through the slit in my boxers and pulled my rapidly hardening cock out. I heard her soft intake of breath as my dong came into view.
‘Mmmm baby. Oh yes, I think that will make me very happy.’ She gasped softly.
Sarah placed her soft hand on my quivering cock and began to slowly stroke it. ‘God that feels good.’ She husked, ‘Do you mind if I kiss it?’ She slurred almost shyly.
‘No Sarah, please do.’ I gasped.
She scooted back so that she could lean over. She placed her lips to the tip of my cock and tenderly kissed it. Her tongue flicked out and she licked at the love juices still coating it. ‘Ummmmm, it tastes salty. I think I like it.’ She husked as she licked the accumulated cum of my recent union with Peggy from my skin.
‘God this turns me on.’ She gasped as she ran her tongue over my burning flesh. ‘I’m so hot.’ She slurred from around the head of my crank.
She ran her tongue once more up the length of my cock and suddenly took the swollen purple head of my cock between her ruby lips. I heard her moan as she engulfed my rigid dick deep within her mouth and began to gently stroke up and down.
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Blue Milk by [email protected] {Standard disclaimer- you must be 18 to read this story. It deals with sex, more sex, and dairy products!} Blue Milk, everybody had to have it. The first true aphrodisiac. One sip or mixed in another drink and the recipient was taken over by uncontrollable lust. Yea, right. But it was the latest craze sweeping the nation and my paper wanted a story. Kind of the latest fad of the month fluff piece. Before getting too far into the story I decided I...
Blue Movie by Tim Willows "What do you think he's whipped up for us this time?" Beth asked me. "I have no idea, but he sounded very excited over the phone." "But what could it be? A game? Another one of those robots?" "Just calm down, okay? How should I know? It could be anything." My wife Beth and I were driving to our friend Jacob's house. House-hell, it was more of a mansion. Jacob had been our friend since our college days fifteen years ago; we had all shared the...
Porter’s day to day life boiled down to one word: blue. He practiced under Fane’s tutelage in the early morning, dueled with his sword before lunch, and hunted with Kanji in the afternoon. He was still hesitant with his newfound magic, but his skills were growing. His sword master was not near as pleased as his Blue Hand tutor, badgering Porter about his lack of coordination. Still, He forgot, albeit bit by bit, the twisted fear of his near death and escape from Timisoara. His insecurities...
A warning first: This is not a sweet or sentimental story; it's a sex story. It also involves some crass stereotypes and naughty language. If you're looking for a story where the main character becomes a beautiful woman with the body of a stripper then this isn't it. This is something else. Enjoy! Blue Wicked By Miriam Grey The Ship squatted in the middle of the estate like a concrete toad. A single storey pub with a flat roof and no redeeming features whatsoever it looked...
The ancient forests to the west of the Waste were more beautiful that Porter remembered from over half a year ago. The tall trunks with their clinging vines gave him a touch of homesickness when he considered his first journey through these trees. Even the sounds of animals hunting, eating, and enjoying themselves were pleasing to his ears, much more so than the strange calls of the twisted forests to the north. Reconciling completely with Gilly took more than a few days, which was not an...
Blue was my niece.----I hadn’t seen Rachel for years. From what I’d been told, several years back she’d left home right out of high school, did her own thing and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her eyes and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.I got Rocket’s phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girls from the bachelor party.“They used to be strippers down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,” he said....
IncestI don't know why it attracted me so much; I mean I had never even thought about it before. But now, it was the only thing on my mind. Maybe it was because I was single now. The divorce from my wife had been hard, but we both knew our marriage was over and we no longer loved each other. So now I was single and available to go after as many women as I wanted. Sex would not be something that was rationed to only when she felt like it. After the divorce was final, I had vowed to try new...
Christina awoke. She was lying naked on some sort of low table. It had a metal frame but instead of a tabletop it had a strange plastic grill. She tried to sit up. She couldn’t. Looking around she saw her arms and legs fixed to the corners of the table. Looking around, she saw that she was in a large padded room painted surgical white. On one wall was a large mirror (Christina suspected it was one of those two way ones), and there were air vents in the ceiling. She was not alone, nerdy looking...
Summary – Tiffany, her father and brother continue their adventures. She decides to speak to her teacher, to see if he has blue-balls too. Previous Story Summary – Tiffany learns other ways to help out her brother. OMG! Does her dad have blue-balls too? Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real...
Blue Lights, Pulsing I don't need to hear the siren. It's the blue lights, pulsing against a darkening sky, that start the trembling. It's always been that way. I wasn't going all that fast. I never do, not down here. I like to linger on the long, low bridge over the river, to see how the wide water catches the light today, to sniff the faintest tang of salt, to watch the black cormorants wheel and dive. It was when I went away from that I got lost. Sometimes I...
Consciousness slowly creeps forward into my mind. I blink and open my eyes to stare at the white ceiling and blue-grey walls. I can also see my navy-blue shirt sleeve that ends abruptly at the fold of my elbow where my white arm emerges to dissect the rumpled navy-blue wave my comforter creates across my chest. I push myself off my mattress with my elbows to look at my alarm clock, but something is wrong. I guess that’s an understatement, everything is wrong. I don’t get up. I’m still staring...
My favorite color is blue. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eyes are blue. Girls I’ve been attracted to have blue eyes. My car is blue. I wear blue jeans a lot. Blue was always the one color that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.I was a teenager before I had an eye test and learned that I was the proud owner of a severe case of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to make more sense. Blue always stood out to me because it’s one...
IncestTheir conversation that night in the cave broke down the barriers that Porter felt separated them. The next morning was fresh and alive with the scents of autumn in the air. Entire trees, their branches, and piles of debris lay everywhere but the game trail was still discernable. They rode with the same deliberation yet finding companionship much easier to share. Porter felt more at ease with his choice to flee for the first time in many days. Gilly still treated Porter like a lover in...
“I thought we’d shake things up a little.”Megan watched her boyfriend produce the unassuming white letter-length envelope and lay it on the black laminate bar, nudging it her way. She watched his face for a telltale sign but his only response was to grin back at her and wink.“What is this?” she asked coyly, a slow smile spreading across her face.It had been five years to the date since they’d first met and while she’d been hoping for a small blue box from Tiffany’s with the clear-cut solitaire...
I woke up early and was standing at the front window, staring out at the street, when Kim wandered out of the bedroom."You're up early," she cooed from behind me."Yeah, the driver said he was going to be here at seven." The sky was just beginning to show the colors of dawn. The horizon was an almost majestic purple. "It's six fifteen," Kim slipped her arms around my midsection and nuzzled her face into my neck. I closed my eyes. She was still warm from our bed. She smelled like she had just...
Summary - Theo has a problem. Can Tiffany help? Previous Story Summary – Tiffany became more and more daring, flashing her brother, father and teacher. Then, her brother discovered her naughty prank! Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. In real life, incestuous relationships,...
Lucinda was standing at the porch of her little house. It was almost midnight on October 30th. Halloween was just minutes away and staring at the moon she sighed. This year October 31st will have a Blue Moon. Blue Moons usually appeared every three or four years, and in those occasions many unexplained phenomena happened. It was not so much that the Blue Moon usually caused a stirring in the gifted communities of witches, wizards and warlocks, but it also brought out monsters, demons and ghouls...
Porter had a clearer idea of how the world was laid out in his head. Not a perfect map by any means, but he was able to better pinpoint direction and distance than he had ever been able to before. He did not think it was some great insight into the so-called higher physics that were probably beyond his ability, but a matter of close contact with the being on the other side of the portal. He admitted that his trip through the portal had added new spice and unique bogeymen to his nightly...
Porter felt the world dissolve around him into utter disorientation. A terrible static grated his ears but he had no hands to stifle the sound. The world blinked rapidly for a moment of stomach churning effects and then the view turned black or blue. Every object in the universe was bleeding fractals that raced across his vision in an order that escaped his ability to grasp. He tried to count colors; they zipped away. He tried to imagine structures of geometry but anything remotely...
‘Yes! Yes! Oh, that feels so good!’ Christina screamed as Damon pounded her pussy from behind, his hard erection working on her sensitive clit to bring her almost to the point of orgasm. ‘Please master,’ she begged. ‘Please master I need to cum, I need to cum so bad.’ Damon smiled, he loved fucking her while she was still (partially) wearing her school uniform. He had her bent over the desk in his office and was pounding her pussy relentlessly. ‘Tell me how much you need it.’ Damon teased....
Porter was not comfortable shaking hands with other people. In the Empire, the typical hello/goodbye combination was a slight bow from the shoulders up. Not only was the custom less messy, bowing saved time because there was no need to approach every single person in a room; bow once at a conference table and the touchy-feely stuff was done. Besides, Porter knew few wanted to squeeze his fat, squishy fingers. However, he was not standing in the Empire and its cold manners anymore. He was...
Christina was sitting at home one day, getting ready to go to church. She was just arranging her cardigan when the phone rang. ‘Hello Christina’ Said a voice on the other end of the line, sounding both strange and familiar to her. ‘Who is this?’ asked Christina innocently. The voice just ignored her, ‘You are feeling very horny. The only way to get release is to uses the vibrator under your bed. Once you do this you will remember everything and call us for further instructions.’ It said....
Introduction: Its a history about a group of teenagers that live in a beach town called Blue Creek. The focus changes between them and their experiences as the plot develops. Flowing between romantic teen sex, fetishes of all kinds and brutal sex scenes. Itll approach it all. Hi there, Here are some considerations for you to understand what is this story: – Blue Creek is told from several different points of view, always in the first person. In total there will be 7 or 8 main characters....
For two years, John Doe had been working for Blue Diamond Escorts, unquestionably the most prestigious and exclusive such agency on the planet. Blue Diamond was for the cream of the crop: the richest, most powerful, most famous people in the world. Movie stars, senators, foreign dignataries, captains of industry, these were the clientele that Blue Diamond served. Just to be put on their list of customers required a security deposit that could have purchased a Ferrari. John was an escort, and...
With its romantic arches and ancient red brick walls and ceilings, it was the perfect cosy hideaway for our illicit trysts. The Dulham Laboratory just outside Axford had been built on the site of an old stately home that had been destroyed in a horrendous fire in the 1930s. During demolition the original cellars of an earlier building had been discovered and they were kept because of their historical significance. As I lay on my back, completely relaxed on the amazingly comfortable king size...
Office SexSummary – Tiffany plays with her mom and dad. Previous Story Summary – Tiffany gets frustrated. Mom and Tiffany have a little ‘talk.’ Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or...
Two days passed in Sky House and Porter finally believed that he had found a place to rest his weary bones. He had been content at Zeb’s house where he was able to rest and regain some sense of balance after his life was turned upside down. He had also been weak and recovering while trying to come to grips with a wild planet and an outrageous gift. Zeb’s had not been comfortable, but it had been stable and a source of many hours of delicious solitude. He had been given time to let the strange...
The second day after the death of Alin, Porter and Gilly were resting around a small fire they had lit in a grove of twisted trees. The wind was a soft breeze but it was enough to steal the heat from any exposed part of their bodies. Despite the cold, Gilly was sitting with her coat in her lap, sealing the hole from the arrow with needle and thread. Porter was trying to keep his mind away from the unanswerable questions and avoid falling into his bad habit of turning inward and ignoring the...
I see the neon sign flashing blue, thinking of you and the things we do, it turns to red – what more can be said, you are next to me in bed, then it changes to red and you are in my dream. I live on the edge of the city in Max’s motel (that’s me. Max I mean) although my real name Pete. I look out of my window before I slumber, your picture placed on my locker beside my bed. I watch the ‘welcome to Ontario and Max’s place’ flash on the Neon sign. It is blue and I am thinking of you, the...
A hand kept shaking his shoulder urging him to wake up. The glue around Porter’s eyes finally relented and his eyes looked directly into the gathered fabric of a maid’s bosom. The view was a new experience for him. “Erp?” squeezed out of his constricted throat as he tried to make sense of the scene before his eyes. “Sir, you need to awaken and get dressed,” the somewhat familiar voice insisted. “Your guests will be here soon and you’re practically naked.” Porter heard the word “naked” and...