Chrysler 349 Cam Specs Stories

6,168 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll
SmutMD: The World's Biggest Erotic Literature Search Engine.
© 2025 SmutMD.com

War Porn

by pakled on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Yours, Mine, Ours by Pakled Warning - contains violence, probably politically incorrect, but hey, this is Porn, not Proust...;) Sometimes heroism has its rewards. In the near future... The squad was halfway into the souk when they started the ambush. As soon as Jerry saw the faces of the merchants in the marketplace, he knew what was coming. They all kep...

My Master was a Matchmaker

by justincbenedict on Aug 8, 2018
BDSM

SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY JULY 2018 STORIES THE MAN FROM MOUNT EIDERDOWN Cheverus Glass knelt before Specs, looking a little ill at ease out of his gray suit from Rogers Peet. Cheverus began stroking his penis slowly, biting his tongue as he did it. "Haven't touched this in a long time." Cheverus said, looking up at Specs, who was a little bored. Chever...

Master Specs 'n his Special Effects

by justincbenedict on Jan 1, 2019
BDSM

Master's a Bastard Ms. Ponsonby grasped the counter with all her might, and bit her lower lip. Five harsh painful lines on her upper thighs, two on her back and three already on her bottom. And oh, she wanted to masturbate! Specs swung the rattan cane hard against her small but curvy buttocks. "How many is it?" "Oooh!" Ms. Ponsonby screamed. She reached...

Bachelor's Notebook

by Husky59 on Oct 6, 2020
Erotic Couplings

"My god, Glenn, who are those girls? They're so sexy. They make me feel so inadequate!" My live-in girlfriend, Samantha, was looking over my shoulder while I was browsing through vintage porn pictures on my laptop. "Stop pouting, Samantha. You have a fabulous body at least as sexy as these girls. Anyway, these are pictures from years ago. I was obsessed wi...

A Favor For A Friend

by Talespin on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Returning from my Thursday afternoon class, I saw the fresh sticky note on my college dormitory room door. "Dan. Call your aunt. Today before five if possible." The message, taken by another dorm resident, sounded innocent enough to the casual reader, except I have no aunt. The message was from Eileen Hamilton, a 44-year young farm wife from my home town,...

A Bi Beginning Ch. 2

by C_Duke on Aug 31, 2017
Group Sex

To tell the truth, I would've been shattered by this time in the morning normally – I certainly wasn't a student anymore! It was past 2am and the five of us; the lovely Yannah, big boy Chrysler, chick with an attitude Fin, bloke in a dress 'Anne' and myself were sitting in an all night pizza joint somewhere near the Southampton seafront having bid the club f...

A Bi Beginning

by C_Duke on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

This continues from "Anal at Last". * * * * * The week after we first met and had sex Chrysler (my online lover, now real) took me to one of his favourite clubs... a place that has a bi' night... girls looking for girls, guys for guys, couples for thirds, and crossdressers and beyond invited. We planned to find a girl to put on a show for, and screw like...

Anal At Last!

by C_Duke on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

It had taken me a while to get up the courage to meet my online partner. We had exchanged suggestive and teasing emails and exchanged stories of conquests and fantasies for a while, and more recently had met for "cyber sex" on more than one occasion and both have enormous appetites for sex in many different shapes, forms and positions with members of the opp...

Selling the Car

by randallangdon on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Shannon had just undressed and thrown on her terry cloth robe. She was putting away some dishes and then was going to jump in the shower. She was going to night class for her masters degree when the doorbell rang. She was surprised to see a young man, about 5'9" and obviously fit smiling at her. His olive skin and dark hair conveyed a hispanic heritage, tho...

Paradise by the Dashboard Light

by emcnotsquared on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Hot, late and pissed off. That pretty much described my state of mind as I barreled down Interstate 35 on the Fourth of July weekend. The sun had gone down two hours before, but the midsummer heat lingered like the smoky remnants of a dying campfire. The humidity hung thick in the air, and I had no way to escape it. This old car's air conditioner was very t...