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Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 04

by 0ra11yfix8ed on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

Mrs. Swanson was in the process of interviewing for the position of part-time weekend housekeeper when Miss Bridgeway interrupted and announced that Sara Lee Morton and her daughter Ruth were at the door. Surprised and at the same time delighted Mrs. Swanson nearly leapt from her seat and rushed to the door. "Sara, dear, why didn't you tell me you were comi...

Gill Ch. 01

by rmlooker on Aug 30, 2017
Fetish

Strong sexual content. ***** Voices...they are out there again...Who is talking...where am I? What is that loud roar? Now it feels like I am drifting away again. Voices again, seem closer this time... Gill; are you awake, can you hear me? Open your eyes. His eyes flutter open and there are people all around him. The voice sees him looking at her. She smi...

Denise and the Banker Ch. 03

by Marty Eagan on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Denise had spent less than five minutes on the phone with the man from the restaurant, who had called himself Robert. He was vague about what he did for a living. Denise assumed that he was, in fact, the head of the bank in Halldale, just as Sandi, the waitress, had reported. But he was above all else a devotee. He wanted to know all about Denise's disabilit...

The Guest Ranch

by rrspence2002 on Sep 2, 2017
Fetish

March was six months ago when Fern's left leg had been amputated high-upper thigh. She had adapted very well to her amputation. Her scar had healed and with her and Don's constant anointing of Vitamin E lotions, it was beginning to fade. She was now quite a masterful crutch walker and was very adept at balancing, hopping and heel-toeing to move. She regularl...

Deli

by PeggyBuxton on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Joan wears a white sleeveless tee shirt and faded jeans, her blue hair cropped short and her chest flat. From a distance, she gives the first impression of being a guy. The right arm is gone, less than a third of the upper arm remains. She walks with a swagger, nothing bothering her. "Hey, babe," Roger calls, seeing her walking across the parking lot to her...

Tamara in Space

by habilon on Apr 5, 2013
Science Fiction

Tamara woke up to her ships alarm clock, it was time for her to get up and do her runs about her little ship. Tamara is a freelance mechanic who owns her own little freighter called 'GUTS' which stands for Guns and Utilities Technical Support. Tamara is 5'6" tall with brilliant green hair and dark brown skin, her eyes are a dark yellowish brown colour a...

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He Hooks a Good One! Ch. 03

by rmlooker on Aug 29, 2017
Fetish

J smiled as Rob sat up on the bed beside her. She looked at his new arm and reached out and took hold of the hooks. She pulled it towards her and started looking it over closely. She was amazed at the quality of the work Sara had done on it and so fast. J asked Rob to stand up for a minute. His hard cock was standing straight up and the arm was hanging down...

Kim Ch. 01

by rmlooker on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

The doors of the elevator opened and Kim wheeled to her apartment door. Using her key she unlocked the dead bolt and the door knob. She pushed the paddle knob down and then pushed the door open with her wheelchair. The door to the fully accessible apartment was wider than normal and she had no problem getting through it. The door closed on its own after she...

Quad Fucktoy

by xo2222 on May 12, 2020
Fetish

My back is to his chest as I sit on his lap. It's a weird feeling and I'm not talking about being impaled on his dick. That's also new but nothing I didn't anticipate: Some pain from having a ten-inch erection forced up my asshole, excitement and arousal at trying something new, and forbidden, largely underestimated pleasure from massive penetration so close...

Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House

by 0ra11yfix8ed on Sep 25, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

'Mr. Morton, what is the meaning of this?" Mrs. Swanson had summoned Carl Morton her newest boarder to her parlor. Displayed on the coffee table were two white sheets; white. that is. except for the yellowish stains that Carl could plainly see. "I..I..I d.d.don't know!" Carl stammered embarrassed to be questioned about the obvious semen stains on the otherw...