Rick was careful to hide the lingerie and plug he brought into the house. He carefully washed them and left them to dry in his closet behind his suits and shirts. That night, all he could think about was the next day. What could have Jack thought of to make him smile the way he did? How much further could be taken and used by a man he still didn't know that...
Call Me an April Fool [A satirical attempt to fit into as many Literotica categories as possible.] by Robert Reams Many thanks to Pilot and one other for editing Goddamn! Shit! I am so pissed off. Who the fuck ever invented April Fool's Day anyway? Fucking asshole. Even so, how could she have done this to me? It all started last Friday, March 27th. I s...
The best hunting for lions in the Kingdom of Urartu was in the south, near the border with Assyria. This area was not the safest place to be in those years of Assyrian expansion into the region between the Caspian and Black seas, but it was where the lions were. So, when the prince of Urartu took his hunting party from the capital at Tushpa, on the Nairi Sea...
I became the sex slave of two big-cocked masters in Bangkok. Not simultaneously. Neither would have acceded to shared control. But one after the other. I tried to fight them off initially, but once they had nailed me to the quick and bathed me in their cum, I went docile and let them do whatever they wanted with me. I was not a promiscuous submissive—well,...
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I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
Author's note: This is the final chapter, good people. I want to thank you all for reading, and I also want to offer my apologies for the sadness and disappointment I caused with this little story. For everyone who still enjoyed the story, despite its flaws, a big, big 'thank you' from the bottom of my heart! I hope the conclusion will be pleasing. ***** A...
I knelt there on the artist's couch between Rafa's spread thighs, my hands gripping his knees—moving his knees out as I buried my cock in him and moving them together as I withdrew my cockhead almost to his opening, never, though, losing purchase inside him. The young Greek man, not more than nineteen by my reckoning and as handsome as Apollo, slitted his ey...
It had come in my dream again—the dream of the hunky yacht captain between my spread and bent legs, his muscular, naked body heavy on me, pressing me into the thin mattress of the bunk in the tiny cabin. His hands were gripping my wrists. My hands were gripping straps on the wall above the head of the bunk. His muscular, hirsute man's body was crushing my sl...
This is my forth story. I met Max on-line and would be his faithful, obedient sexual servant for a full year. My next few stories will be of him and my descent into an existence of sexual servitude. He took me to the dark side both interracially and sexually in ways I'd never imagined I could be persuaded. With great skill and mastery, Max molded me into his...