"Please! No! Stop! Please!" Krystal begged as my fifth client of the day pounded my asshole. "My ass is so sore, I can't take anymore!" Actually, my ass was fine, but I had come so many times that my body was one sore, gigantic ball of spasming goo. Renee continued to pimp me out to others. I lost count of how many I gave my ass up to. IRL, my body expe...
Jesus San Jose is the name and sexual wickedness is the nature of my game. I'm a young Spanish-Canadian man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I stand five feet nine inches tall, slim and fit, with Black hair, light bronze skin and pale green eyes. I recently graduated from La Cite Collegiale with a diploma in Police Foundations, and I'm curr...
The Sahara Africa DUPREE AND STONE HANG NEARLY SUSPENDED against the far wall of the busy room as technician after technician rush back and forth between stations. Before them are a group of monitors with various satellite images and diagrams surrounding a very large central monitor with a scene that just finished playing out the destruction of London, the...
[This story will make more sense if you read the first three chapters first (all in Part One). They are all together in the story titled 'My Two Daughters' which is in the 'Mature' section of Literotica. All persons in this story are eighteen years of age or over.] Chapter 4 The next couple of weeks were pretty intense for all of us as Samantha and Lucy s...
The lights were bright. The music was loud. The crowd was jumping. This was his house. He ruled the airwaves every Saturday night. This was his night, his time and his music. He belonged here, and the crowd knew it. What he played, he played for them, but mostly for himself. He was Rico, the hottest disc jockey the club had ever hired. And they were glad t...
A/N This is my first story ever. I would love to receive your feedback. Good or bad. *** In the big city there lies a coffee shop catering to an exclusive list of working women. These women range from titans of industry, elected political leaders, prize winning authors, to everything in between. Powerful woman from all across the globe come to this small...
Ryu's POV The calendar read September 17th. Unfortunately, I didn't feel like going to work today. Ever since the news this morning, I was a little on edge knowing that there was a murderer on the loose and if he/she could kill five werewolves, then who's to say the killer isn't capable of killing other non-human races. So, I called my place of work and tol...
Author's note: This is my fourth story with the lovely Amanda James starring. It takes place a few weeks after "How to be a Hucow". It is for Adults only and audiences interested in Hucows, lactation play, humiliation, and enslavement. Enjoy. ***** Amanda looked down on her laptop as she sat on her bed. The title "My week as a Hucow" was displayed at the...
While Jon was, for the most part, enjoying his sojourns across the wilds of Kul Tiras, he did miss his daily trip to the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind. The citizens of Kul Tiras did not worship the Light, but rather their spiritual needs were met by a clerical order known as the Tidesages. The Tidesages were devoted to the Tidemother, and the wind and sea...
*My first story based on a character I like to roleplay as. Just the first chapter in a long running story so has a lot of set up. Please be kind, cruel, honest in the comments* Lucy arrived at the large estate on the edge of town early Friday evening, excited and curious for her weekend. A reporter for the local Tribune, she had so far spent the week in th...