This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in thei...
(This is my first attempt at stream-of-consciousness. Apologies if it's awkward at times. The speaker is Marilyn, my wife.) Why are we in this little room I don't remember how we got here I think I had too many martinis, you're taking off my clothes, my dress, shoes, bra, panties, step out don't fall, I'm naked, why are you tying a knot in my panties, you'...
For a number of years I have enjoyed a strong, sometimes kinky, but always eventful, sexual relationship with a very, very sexy woman. She is still married to her husband, a guy who does not perform in the bedroom and is somewhat under endowed. His sex drive and potency is nonexistent which as much as she loves him it leaves her extremely sexually frustr...
From this point on I will have to hand the story over to Jean, as who would be better regaling the tale than the slut who was there. Dave left me at the table so I could enjoy a night of sexual passion with the three guys. True to form, the second Dave left, I nodded at the guys and Harry, Ross and Mike were back over at my table, knowing full well they'd a...
You're not sure how it happened, you were just at home taking a nice warm shower, but when you reached to grab your large cock, your hand was left wanting. There was nothing there, nothing to grab, save for some short black pubic hair. You bent forward to inspect your barren crotch, but as you do, you feel two weights being pulled down by gravity, hanging of...
I turned the key in my front door, opening the large panelled oak door slowly. Stepping in to my hallway I could hear the muffled sound of moaning coming from my lounge. I crept quietly toward my lounge where the door was partially open. Looking through the gap I saw on my sofa my wife sprawled across the sofa wearing a red quarter cup bra with her newly p...
I offer conclusive evidence of the scientific difference between voyeurs and exhibitionists. "Brenda, wouldn't you agree that guys are voyeurs?" "God, yes," said Brenda wiping a wisp of blonde hair that fell across her blue eye. "Guys are pigs." For the time being, I let that comment go unchallenged. "If you agree that guys are voyeurs or in your words p...
Two weeks ago James and I invited Dean over to James's house for some much needed exhibitionist fun. We hadn't done anything in a while and I was very eager to have both Dean and James give me a sensual body and butt massage. To our dismay James's brother stayed home that night so we didn't have the house to ourselves. Never the less, we decided to go ahea...
Neil smiled at my flushed face, the cum from Brian’s cock, slithering down my throat as my exposed breasts heaved up and down with every orgasmic breath. Brian’s cock was sparklingly clean as every slither of spunk had been removed and swallowed. Neil took a few more photographs then smiled lustfully at me. I placed my feminine hand on my swollen excited l...
This is the actual events my wife Jean and I encountered just a few weeks back. We'd stopped off at the Hotel closest to our nearest Airport for a quick drink before we headed off home. What we didn't expect when we entered the bar, is that the entire bar was full of bored business men waiting for their next connection flight. Some of the guys were in thei...