The bus ride was peaceful to her fortune. She didn't lust after any random Futanari she saw, and no one gave her any looks from what she saw, despite her stomach remaining massively bloated with cum. It sloshed with every bump in the road, the feeling odd but enjoyable. Those near her could no doubt hear the semen sloshing about within, dispelling any idea t...
Monday morning Sara, Shannon and I were on the highway heading back home to the ranch after a very good sales week at the rally. Nigel and his four girls were following close behind us in a separate van that they had rented to make the trip from the Twin Cities to the Sturgis Rally. Nigel's girls were going to entertain my cowboys for the next two days and...
Chapter 1 of this story got mistakenly classified into BDSM but since I had intended it to take a darker turn I've left it there. Chapter 2 definitely takes a darker turn and if the feedback is good, Chapter 3 will truly belong in BDSM. Thanks for the input. --------------------------- Two days ago I'd been innocently if self-consciously living with my ste...
"Let's do it". And with those words came the hope of a realization of an ageless fantasy. I had been chatting with Sascha, a work colleague from years' past. Of course she had been drinking a little, that makes these chat sessions even more interesting. People are already overly brave when chatting online and a little alcohol can push ideas right over the ed...
It’s morning, not particularly early, but overcast; if you are the romantic sort, or the depressive sort, or some easy combination of both, it gives the distinct impression of faded photographs. Those gray skies. It’s like the whole of the earth is encased inside of a slate chest that just had the lid shut; it’s foreboding and draining. It saps the strength...
Once the window was fixed, Daphne and Peter went back to stay in their own home. Oscar wasn't crazy about the idea but went along with it. The cops could never pinpoint who the perpetrator was that had thrown the brick. Danny had an alibi though no one bought it. Oscar, on more than one occasion, caught both Danny and his own shitty neighbor Evan having dr...
"Cute necklace, where did you get it?" trilled the diminutive voice of Chloe. She was pointing at the bright pink collar, locked around my husband, Mack's neck. At several muscular inches north of six feet, not many people will ask Mack, my husband, about the pink collar he wears locked around his neck. Whenever a man asks about the collar, they normally f...
In Chapter 3 Chris pressures Jean into more and more exhibitionist sex, often with strangers, and he takes her to Key West where she is gang banged, among other adventures. Now back in New York, Jean has put her foot down and their life has become more normal, or at least so it seems. This story involves two couples swapping partners. **************** We...
Full and ripe and round. Bulbous orange gourds in tangles of thick green vine and rustling leaves. A bumper crop again this year. "Thank you, Melvin," Annie said, leaning on the split-rail fence that surrounded the pumpkin patch. The irate caw of a crow was her only answer. She saw the bird take off, flapping-black, into the dissipating morning fog from t...
This part includes a short homosexual segment in order to reestablish the Warden deviant nature. If that offends you please skip: HOMO to HOMO End. She was s the first to be called with two other slaves she had lashed in the Madam's office plus one more. They were neck chained together outside the cell block and marched off. She knew this was not for the...