Indian Piss Stories

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The Prostate Exam Pt. 05

by His_fag_wife on Sep 18, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Since giving himself away in his first prostate exam to his Dominant Doctor Megan he had been prepared for use by an old Master, now Sissy was on her way to be used. Sissy was breathless as she read the text from Master V, she looked around the small airport to make sure she didn't know anyone, whilst she was looking at her texts. Thank goodness she didn't....

I Begin to Undress

by JohnWesleyWalsh on Sep 11, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I begin to undress. Trying to think of other things, other than sex, other than the beautiful woman standing in front of me, telling me to undress now. "I have to be able to asses your ability to hold a pose, and I suppose that you are comfortable enough naked, when I'm not. That you won't, well, chicken out on us, on the night." "Uh, sure, um, I just was...

I'll Be Back

by Harddaysknight on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

I squeezed my Harley between two parked cars and rumbled across the sidewalk and stopped near an old oak tree. Every eye was on me as I dropped the kickstand and stepped away from the bike. It gave me more than a small amount of pleasure to see the confusion on all the faces. I removed my leather jacket and unstrapped my helmet. I could see Steve getting up...

Birds of a Feather Ch. 01

by treborkat on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was March; the weather was warming and in my part of the country, we were having some nice days. It was 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, the weekend started in thirty minutes, and I should have been in a great mood. Instead, I was in kind of a piss-off attitude; it had been one of those Murphy's Law Days if it could go wrong it did go wrong. Nothing you could...

Cindy's Young Dream Stud Ch. 01

by HungExecutive on Sep 26, 2017
Mature

As Cindy sat sipping on her Martini at the bar, her mind wandered. It wandered to the same place it always seemed to be wandering of late; to her romance novels and the sinfully delicious sex that she so desperately craved. At 41 Cindy had had her share of sexual partners, but none of them had ever been like the men in her novels. Strong and virile, gorgeous...

Faith Debased Ch. 5

by JordonLynn on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

Author's note Ok, so the title of the last chapter was a bad play on the tightening of the screw, and this one's a tongue-twisted version of the plot thickens. So, sue me. * * * * * Chapter 5: The Thot Plickens The ringing of a phone startled me awake. I fumbled it off the hook before the third ring and gasped at the chuckled greeting, "How's it going, Sl...

Supermodel Super Enemas Ch. 02

by Satyr2005 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

My own arousal at fever pitch I just can't hold back a moment longer. I put the cane aside and walk over in front of Isabelle and Sonia, Anna and Patti turning to look. "Watch this, you cunts!" I say, taking cock in hand and smacking their taut, pained tummies, using it as a club. This cock of mine, so electrifyingly alive, now craves contact with the smoo...

Suzanne: Labor Day Ch. 01

by mountainboy on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Over the next 3 weeks after Buck and Suzanne returned from the desert several things of note happened. The first morning Buck had said he needed to get up at 5:00am to go to work and would return to take Suzanne to school. As Buck started to awaken that first morning he felt Suzanne's soft gentle hand massaging his stomach and chest. She was sitting on the...

From Slut to Slave Ch. 03

by Pirlouit on Mar 5, 2018
BDSM

This is the 3rd Chapter describing the increased domination of Rachel and her path towards greater humiliation. I hope you enjoy the read as much as I did the writing. Note: I wish I could thank the Anonymous User who pointed out a great deal of times when I inverted the names of the protagonists, which made the story quite confusing. This has been fixed....

Mind Games Ch. 05

by DragonCobolt on Nov 7, 2017
Erotic Horror

The elevator door opened on gold and gilt and blood. I stepped out, shotgun in hand and looked around the corporate section of Virgil station, my lip curling slightly. I wasn't sure what disgusted me more: The gaudy art-deco designs of the walls, with angelic figures holding aloft the ceiling by upthrust palms, like recreations of Atlas...or the bodies. It l...