"Fuck me, fuck me with that huge cock, you old bastard. Take my little girl cunny. Fill me with your seed, plant a baby up in my belly, you perverted old fart. FUCKKKKKK MMMMEEEE!" "Not bad, Kayla, not bad at all. Nice touch with the 'perverted old fart' part. He'll really love that. Dr. Love gets into nasty mouthed little bitches when you talk like that. I...
Author's note: This is the last episode of this series. I have decided to end it here & move on. I am grateful for the encouragement I have received from my readers. *** Mumbai's long, hot & humid summer continued to unfold lazily, making everyone sweaty & enervated, eagerly waiting for the rains to come. Savita's hubby Kantibhai was off...
(Author's note: This was my first attempt at writing any story. It would be deeply appreciated if you could leave feedback in the comments section.) An encounter with an unexpected Indian MILF Hi, I am D and today I am going to tell you about my special unexpected encounter at work. I am now 33 yrs old and married but this story is about the time when I wa...
Dear Diary, Not even two weeks after I finally graduate from high school and I got a letter, it's from the Bureau of Human Resources; I have been drafted into becoming a "governmentally employed milk distributor". Whatever that means. I know that America hasn't used cows for dairy products in, like, twenty years but I've never even been to a farm. This soun...
14. Taming Matombo The next morning, the new mares were surprised to see their breasts swollen and heavy. They were brought to the milking shed, where ten new machines had been installed. The mares lined up and waited for their turn to be milked, talking excitedly about the novelty. Almost seventy pints were extracted from their perky, turgid breasts. Lin...
Wake to the alarm and go to roll over but am caught by Fred. Look around and find am quite close to the edge so would have fallen to the floor again. He is chuckling since I am calling him things because he moved us so close to the edge of the bed. Alarm off we are into the shower and work on getting clean. Squeak when I am grabbed up and Fred pulls me up...
Susan yawned as she walked down the automated production line. Night shift was boring and she was worn out. As head of maintenance she was responsible for finding any faults and ensuring that they were fixed as quickly as possible. Downtime was money was what she was always being told. The factory was an automated plant which produced a wide range of pick an...
Chapter 1 Suzee McCloud had left her home city in an effort to escape the unfortunate situation she was in. Some of the occasional females she engaged in sexual encounters with, would at some stage of the cuddling-plus would cry something like, 'Oh là là, Suzee' and she regarded that as unwelcomed branding. She didn't consider herself to be exclusively...
Dear LIT Readers, however many you are, I decided to try my hand at a longer story with an ongoing line of events. Since I’m an artist living in a small New England town with many remnants of its failed industrial heritage in evidence, it seemed like an apt setting for a longer story. The invention of “The Art Factory”, a large industrial complex converted...
It's Oh Five Thirty aboard the seven hundred foot container ship 'Venus Trader' Twelve days out of New Orleans towards the Suez. It'll soon be time to get out of bed and fetch the Captain's breakfast. I'll lie in for a bit longer. I hear the door for the head open and close. I feel the bunk as Captain crawls in beside me. I pretend to be asleep. Our little m...