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Finding Picasso Ch. 09

by Jason_NYC on Oct 20, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Finding Picasso Ch. 09: A talented tongue gets it done —————————- AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the concluding chapter of "Finding Picasso." If you haven't been keeping up, no problem. Just search for one of the phrases below. They will take you straight to the good stuff: On our last night Violet is waiting ——————————- Perhaps because during the Cold War,...

The Prison Creature

by AlexClayton on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

*** Author's Notes: In this story, I wanted to do a quick side jaunt as to what was happening over in the Tillis Compound. This happens after the events in "Vampiress, Mine - Omnibus 02" and "The Snow Maiden - Omnibus 02". To recap, these are the twenty women currently confirmed to be held inside the Prison Creature: Kaitlyn - Breeder whose Lurker was kil...

Flea Market Sex

by cungy22 on Sep 17, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

My cock exploded, blast after exciting blast of warm horny male cum into the air and onto the floor as the lady next to me, a stranger, observed my cock having a volcanic cum spilling eruption. The expression on her face was surprise, then shock, and then awkwardness -- all in one. But not horrified or angry. That sent a signal to my brain and cock. All...

Flea Market Find

by Sir Galahad on Dec 9, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...

Flea Market of Lust: Sheila's Prize

by MackKnifely on Sep 14, 2020
Mature

Sheila closed the stall door behind her, casting the stuff-crammed area into almost a pitch black darkness. I heard fumbling in the dark and then a click as the fishnet hose-covered woman's leg lamp from 'A Christmas Carol' flickered on. Then Sheila went to the corner and started reaching up to turn on an over head light, one of those fake glass square 'chan...

Flea Market of Lust Ch. 02

by MackKnifely on Sep 14, 2020
Erotic Couplings

It was a hot as hell summer day and I was at the Nimitz Road Flea market, just walking up and down the long section of open tables. There weren't even any stalls here, just a long metal roof that that covered about 47 dealers. There were the standard socks, cheap shirts and jeans, sun glasses and knock off purses sold by the Thai and Vietnamese families. A f...

Flea Market of Lust Ch. 01

by MackKnifely on Sep 14, 2020
Mature

Two hundred and fifty six separate booths and stalls of treasures, collectibles, junk, shit, crap and stuff: this was the Nimitz Road Flea Market, the best flea market in the city. Most of the booths were open air with no air-conditioning, but we lived in the Southwest and were used to dealing with heat. Yeah, it's hot. Get over it. No, it's not the heat o...

Flea Market of Lust: Sheila's Pride

by MackKnifely on Sep 14, 2020
Mature

SHEILA SHOWS OFF. "Goddammit all to Hell!!" I was an entire fifty yards from Sheila's stall at The Nimitz Road flea market, and I still knew it was her screaming. She had that same redneck accent my family had, and a smoky rasp to her voice that was unmistakable. About three seconds after she yelled, I saw her come out of her stall and pull down the Garage...

Flea Market of Lust - Sheila Quickie

by MackKnifely on Sep 28, 2020
Mature

"Hey there sport." "Sheila, you're back!" "Aw, did ya miss me? I might just shit my pants with pleasure." Sheila was the proprietor of Stall 137, and no, she was not a Park Avenue debutante. She was a little younger than old as hell, brassy, bold and never took crap off of anyone. Me, I was a college aged kid just learning how to wipe my ass when I met S...

Flea Market of Lust: The Denim Queens

by MackKnifely on Oct 19, 2020
Mature

It was a Saturday afternoon, the high tide of buying and selling at the Nimitz Road Flea Market. I walked straight through the entire lot towards stall 137, where Sheila kept her shop. When I got there, the door was pulled down tight, and I could hear strange noises coming from inside. In two seconds I knew what the sounds were, even though I had never heard...