OK, so I am stupid. It was easy to see why I am stupid, I was sitting on a chair in an Indian casino pushing buttons on a 3 coin slot machine. $15.00 each little push of the button, real clever. Unless a person is so flush with capital that losing makes no difference at all, let me tell you, that is stupid. I can't say I was exactly flush with capital. W...
Being milked felt so GOOD. After the agony of helplessly feeling my loose, full breasts sway and bounce, with my hands bound behind me, the sensation of the suction tubes attaching to my nipples filled me with relief. I may have even cried out. The suction was gentle, not rough, and the sensation of milk leaving my body was so sensual, so physically amazing...
She could hear the 'clok' of the guard's boot-heels on the stone floor as he approached her cell. With a squeal of metal, her cell door swung open and a hooded man entered carried large manacles. "It is time, Princess." He said as he clasped her hands in front and shackled them, leading her out into the corridor. As they climbed further and further from the...
It was a typical Monday evening. Finish work, come home, get everything ready for Work the next day and head to the club. The club, as we call it, is a private local bar that serves food, plenty of adult beverages and has plenty of machines for your gambling addiction. We arrive around 4:45 and get our favorite beverages and head out to the patio machines...
Early next morning Louise's text arrived. 'Was it a good night?' It was clear I had been seen at Anita's. I pondered for a few seconds, and sent a reply. 'She invited me over for a chat. Trish is working on an interview for Steve.' A ping and, 'A long chat! But thanks from Steve. Miss you.' I replied, 'Miss you too.' The phone went quiet. Andrew was...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 18 It was 'Fucking Machines' night at the club. I was excited as I'd never been on a fucking machine before. When I got there I had a quick look behind the closed curtains and saw some things tha...
This story is racist and sexist...just what you'd expect from a porn site. But since Lit is a higher-class site, the writing is better than you'd find on most porn sites, if I say so myself (because no one else will). Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I am not the narrator, although much of this story, if you can call it that, is derived from actual...
It had certainly given me ideas. The fact that I had this basement full of toys and games that young men liked. It seemed to me that I should make use of it. After all, I was now a true MILF. I'd given pleasure to a young friend of my son's. He'd left here that weekend rather happy. Wanting more, of course, but happy. I'm Wanda Ferguson. My husband is busy...
Ricky had sworn off gambling, scores of times though no resolution had ever stuck. With a marriage and a mortgage already in the wind because of his addiction to slot machines, you’d think this young man would have learned his lesson already. But he’d be the first to ‘fess up' that, next to sex, nothing got him off like a long, smoking run on the tables down...
This story is inspired by the single chapter short story "Kidnapped" By LaurenWestley, posted here on Literotica, in the TG/CD forum. Since the original story left the protagonist in such a sorry state, I became motivated to consider a continuation of that story that started out just as dark as the original story but eventually resolved itself with a happy e...