1994 Mark DeMeo walked with his son Mike up the brick stairs to the split-level house. He rang the doorbell and a woman opened it. "Hi." She said smiling. "Hi, I'm Mark DeMeo, this is my son Mike, he was invited to Scott's birthday party." "Ah Mike, yeah come in, come in." She replied, stepping aside to let them enter. Mark and his son walked into the ho...
“Would you like another martini, sir?” The tall, raven-haired stewardess asked him. Rueben eyed his glass and shook his head slowly. “No, thank-you, I’m fine.” The stewardess nodded obediently and moved on mechanically to the gentleman beside him. Rueben cleared his throat, sighed, and settled down. The Captain had previously announced their nearing desc...
(preface'; if you're looking for line after line of pure porn, this isn't the story for you. In this I aim for the latter part of the site's title, a sense of unbridled, shameless erotica, and certain readers might, hopefully find it amusing and entertaining, . It does get very heated as it grows to inevitable climax. It's quite a long read, but if you decid...
It was my 60th birthday and despite being so broke that I had lost all hope of ever seeing the day when my bills were less than my income, I splurged for the first time in over 20 years. I had dreamed my entire life of visiting the baseball hall of fame in Cooperstown, NY. Actually, my dream began as being inducted into the hall of fame after the most spar...
Preface: I, Reginald P. Walcott, am a 37 year old professional bitch-slave, and until recently worked in the service of Ms. Beatrice Pennington of the law firm Kale, Pennington, and Shipwright. As of this writing I am approaching what would be my tenth year anniversary in this line of work. How, one might ask, does one become a professional bitch-slave? Tha...
This story, while using the names of certain historical persons, is a work of fiction. No insult is intended to the reverenced memory of Mr. Pope, or of his servants, friends, or fellow authors. Anno Domine 1722 Thursday, 1st January – My prayer for the new year is: may God confound William Park, who has left my service this morning without word or notic...
I seemed to come back from a deep, dark hole to find myself in a room that I'd seen somewhere before, but in my dazed condition I couldn't remember where or when. A tube was stuck up my nose, which I found uncomfortable and the noise of voices brought my mind more into focus. I recognized that of my wife demanding something from someone in a white coat. "Ho...
Landica, Book II, BadKittyXXX Chapter V, Lorelle the Housemaid Lord Tarbuckle's manor was an immense, gaudy monstrosity. Bad expected nothing less from the gaudy man himself. Tarbuckle dribbled on about how his high standing earned him an invite to what would surely be the party of the century. Bad simply smiled and nodded, each moment reconsidering headi...
Chapter One As Antonius sat by the fire in the den, his reverie was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Annoyed at the interruption of his thoughts of the enchanting Lady Elena, he gruffly responded, "What is it?" The door opened and in stepped his manservant and head of the estate staff, Jameson. "Pardon the intrusion, your lordship, but a messenger h...
Lots of blowjobs and deepthroating with lots of cum swallowing. This one is mostly about mind break and body modification and gender transformation. Although the pretext for the story is a bit silly, it's an excuse for loads of oral sex. Any comments and ideas for stories are welcome. Thanks for reading. ***** I chucked back another scotch and laughed at...