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Cunt

by slut_4daddy on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

He calls me cunt because that's all I am to him. A cunt for him to do as he pleases with. I have no name, I have no face, I have no purpose but to serve him. "Cunt!" he yells through the house. "Get your slutty little twat over here." I scuttle into the kitchen where he stands, looking at me with disapproval. "What the hell is this?" he demands. I look aro...

Cunt

by KingsWoman on Sep 14, 2017
Text With Audio

Cunt Copyright © 2014 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Written by Charlie the Wanking Wanker, voiced by Kingswoman. A number of fans wrote to me to say how much they enjoy hearing a lady say 'cunt'. Inspired by this, and by my Bus Ride story, Charlie the Wanking Wanker has written this beautiful prose poem on the theme. Imitation is the sincere...

Cunt Mouth Whore

by RawHumor on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

You are on your knees before me, paying homage to my semi-erect cock. Holding it gently in your fingers, you kiss along the length, and then hold it up to lick my balls. You know I enjoy having attention paid to my balls, so you take your time, kissing them, licking them, sucking them gently, even just rubbing your face in them. The whole time you worship my...

Cunt Caning Carnival Ch. 02

by AlphaBeatHer on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Henry's head was swirling from a mixture of champagne and the heady delights of cumming twice into Sheila's throat with Serva's tongue up his ass. Tom called to him to throw the dice for Richard. Taking the dice from Tom, Henry threw them onto his side table. A four and a three. Richard looked a little disappointed as Tom called out. "Seven minutes." He wa...

Cunt Caning Carnival

by AlphaBeatHer on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

As soon as Master told her that they were going to hold a cunt caning carnival Sheila knew that she was to be the cunt. There was no other possibility. she had no idea what the carnival would involve and there was no way that she could ask, but caning was clear enough. There was no doubt that she was to be caned. How much? By whom? A carnival sounded more t...

Cunt Be Tamed

by RoseDiamond on Sep 12, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

In the bedroom that stayed dark save for dozens of flickering candles situated on a dresser, Miley stood before the full-length mirror, the familiar flames of excitement coursing through her body. She had been horny all day, but now had a long private moment to satisfy her desires the way she knew how. She stripped her tanktop over her head with practiced g...

Cunt Eater

by rxstories on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

This story may be a bit long for some of you. There is no clever, action-filled plot. Just lots of sex! My wife and I lay in each other's arms, basking in the after effects of incredibly good sex. Nikki had seemed to reach some higher plain this time. She had been extraordinarily enthusiastic this evening, and she had cum four times! I glanced over at her...

Our First Time

by cunt.licker on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

This is a true story about me and my first girlfriend. I met Rachel in high school. We went to different schools in neighboring counties. I went to a birthday party for a girl I knew there and it turned out that she was one of Rachel's best friends. We hit it off and I left the party, but turned around to go back to ask her out. We went out and were togeth...

Cunt in the Bush!

by MScunt on Aug 30, 2017
Humor & Satire

In the back country of Canada, there once was a man who's job was to ride a Caterpillar. He was so good that he became know far and wide as a Master. One day, he was out riding his Cat and spied a cunt, with her head jutting out between a bush and a hard place. He asked the Cat, "Did you see that cunt over there in the bush?" Of course, Cats don't talk -...

Miss Yoga Pants Shows It All

by CuntinghamChestercock on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I stared straight ahead, as I slowly pushed the weight above my head, squeezing at the top, and then slowly bringing down the weight, keeping tension on my muscles. My forward gaze happened to line up with a thin, pony-tailed girl in the thinnest, pink yoga pants that modern science has ever created. With dumb-bells in each hand, she arched her back and bent...