I had just gotten out of the shower, blow-dried my hair and was lying on the bed lightly running a finger between my moistening pussy lips when the doorbell rang. I groaned in frustration. I wanted so bad to touch my pussy and cum. As usual, after trying to entice my husband the night before, I went to bed without a cock. For some months now, Jim hadn't touc...
My name is Lisa, and Tom, my husband of 11 years is my cumwhore. It started years ago with me forcing my cum filled pussy on his mouth after he came into me. He of course protested at first, but after awhile, he got used to it. For about a couple of months now, I've made him eat every load of his warm gooey mess every time he cums. I love coming up with new...
In their own room, Izzy and Jerome made their escape. Below Dan and Finn would see to everything and soon enough the police would be wanting Jerome, so they took advantage. As soon as he closed the door of his magnificent master bedroom they were kissing, stumbling, yanking their clothes free. When they made it to the bed he still had his pants on, open, an...
The year was 1877. It was my eighteenth birthday and my wedding day. I am the fourth child out of a family of five girls. I can't say that my mother, a widow of five years, was sad to have me married off. She tried her best to be what she could for us after father died. But she had never really had a hand in raising us. My parents were wealthy aristocrats. W...
Maya was insatiable. Or, maybe I was. In any case, we fucked around a hell of a lot. I would patiently wait till Nita, my wife, would leave for school. My children left earlier, so that was no problem. Maya would be standing in front of the kitchen sink, working. I would walk up to her, lift her sari and fishing out my cock, thrust into her. She loved this...
News flash: just because things appear one way on the surface doesn't mean they're one hundred percent correct. Sure, from all outward appearances, the public version of me, the persona I live by is mostly correct. I'm not one to be fake. But sometimes it's what's just beneath the surface, barely hidden from prying eyes that tells a different story. Someti...
"Honey, I had to do it. The slimy little bastard had me over a barrel." "Nope, he didn't. Not a barrel in sight on that video." "Please don't be petty. Not now. If I didn't do it, he was going to block my promotion." "So why didn't you come to me and tell me about it so we could fix it together?" "If I'd come to you, what would you have said?" "Change j...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** As the two exited the school, hand in hand, Anne wondered if Bree was telling the truth about her sister. After being told the amount of power she had in this world, she thought that Bree could be putting her on - not just with the sister thing, but the whole history. How c...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Marethil, aspiring drow matriarch and part-time queenmaker of the underground realms, looked curiously at the stranger in the appealingly minimalist mask. "So what should I call you?" "Toranel." That was so obviously a surface-dweller name that Marethil nearly doubled ove...
"You may be seated." We all mechanically, like a herd of obedient sheep, dropped to our creaking pews. Everyone in attendance settled in as comfortably as they could onto the wooden benches, preparing for the long sit through Pastor John's sermon; that is, everyone but me. I was riveted, perched on the edge of my seat. My eyes darted to the stairs leadin...