Cut Clit Stories

237,002 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll

Friggin Dog Ch. 02

by jaqi1978 on Sep 17, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

After I watched Sandy leave, Gina joined me back out by the hot tub. We both giggled like little school girls. I couldn't believe I'd just had this conversation with Sandy. I looked at Gina, "Shall we enjoy the rest of the afternoon in the hot tub like we started to before?" "I left my digital recorder here in my purse, it was on and I recorded the conve...

Peta's Valentines Day Weekend

by clarepanties on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Day 1 of Valentine's Day Weekend Peter Longbury was an investment banker in the City. When taken into overall balance, life had been pretty good to him. He was successful in his specialist area of micro-derivatives; this allowed his clients to make risk transactions with smaller amounts of money and increasing complex sophistication in their structure, the...

Hello Sir

by Sami_Kitten on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Hello Sir, Last night after we spoke I sat in my bed and wondered what I could do. I remember your explicit instructions, to make myself reach an earth shattering orgasm either by methods I normally use or with the use of things You have been making me do this past week. I went back into my mind Sir, back into the depths of where all of what W/we have been...

Good Morning, A really Good Morning

by Yarhooo on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

We are both lying in bed, naked. We are still asleep from the late night of bondage that I imposed on you. You are spooning me, pushing your marked arse into my groin. Although you are not fully conscience, you can feel my cock pressing into you. Into your arse which is still tender from the last fuck we had the night before. We do not notice the scantily c...

Darker Lives

by StephanieSilvers on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I clenched my fist, crumpling the paper, my stomach in free fall. "4056 N. Hamill St, 7PM" was the only thing written on the neatly folded school stationary paper, now slightly damp with sweat. The note didn't need to be long, the implication was clear. Shit. How did this get out? My career as Principal of Elting Grove High School would be over in the b...

Slut Tastes like Candy Ch. 01

by Mnprnwriter on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

This is the first part of Candy's story and her ongoing remembrances of her slutty adventures, please vote and leave comments good and bad. The party was a dud, it had been going on for about five hours, Tom and his guy friends were engrossed in the Play station and x-box, going from one lame game to another. Candy was bored out of her mind and the other gi...

My Special Maths Teacher Ch. 01

by lowhangers on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

It was a day to remember. I was in my last year at high school preparing for my university entrance exams, the day before I'd celebrated my eighteenth birthday with a party, I was now experiencing my first hang over and then ..... IT happened. My final class for the day was Special Maths with two other students, the teacher Miss Beverly Hall. The sessions...

Amanda and Anastasia

by RustedPantheress on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I stopped at the entrance to the private bar. So few had heard of it, much less been invited, and here I was. Answering her call. Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the arch, hands clasped to stop quivering, glad my skirt hid the trembling in my legs, walking in that submissive way she loved so much. It was dark inside, empty except for her and the bart...

Christmas Present

by bitterbucolic007 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

It had been a long day at school, studying for finals, winter weather was nowhere to be found, of course this is Texas, so a halter top and skirt is completely acceptable in December. I pulled up to my friends' brother's house, where it is actually quiet enough to study. I went in and laid my books down on the couch, sat down, lit a cigarette and got to work...

A BMW & a Pair of Green Panties

by KillerMuffin on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

His beat up old Ford shuddered under the power of the idle; he really needed to turn it down some. The cop in the intersection hadn't moved. At least the procession of Santas on Motorcycles had finally begun to creep by. Santas in July, stupid. Behind him, someone honked. Sighing, he cut the engine and slouched in his seat. The headlights from the motorcycle...