Isla Fisher Stories

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My Lovely Wife's Great Surprise

by doncamillo on Nov 27, 2018
Loving Wives

I was away for a conference and a friend of ours was staying with my wife; Penny. She was younger than us and very beautiful. She started staying with us approximately a week before I left for my business trip. I loved the way she dressed around the house, tight leggings with nice cameltoes, tight tops that stretch over her C cups... I imagined fucking her m...

The Deal Ch. 02

by Peachyrome on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

Michael arrived just as Isla was paying the delivery girl for the pizza. He had thought about Isla all day. He had given thought to the strong attraction they felt toward one another and he thought even more about how she had kept Ryan away from him. He wondered how she was going to react when he told her about his conversation with his lawyer. She would pro...

A Love Story: Mia and Oman

by Iread2relax on Sep 25, 2017
Romance

Hey, I'm back with another installment of my series A Love Story. This is Oman's story. My first thought was to pair Oman with Emily, but Terrance came in and I knew that was not going to happen. So I decided to just write Isla and Brett's story next. However, Oman and Mia stood up and took control. So here is their story. Brett and Isla pop in, but they...

Carrie and Isla and Me Pt. 02

by carriesache on Jul 15, 2020
Romance

Carrie and I got up from the bed, her pussy full of my cum. I came so hard inside I am sure it would be running out of her as she made her way to the bathroom to clean up. Isla stayed on the bed and laid down, her head on the pillow. "That was so much fun. Your girlfriend is very sexy." Isla spoke softly. "Yes she is. She is the sexiest woman I have ever k...

The Deal Ch. 03

by Peachyrome on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

The executor of her grandmother's estate looked to be just barely out of law school. Isla wondered how he had met the Grand Dame. Isla sat starkly still. She listened to the executor speak endlessly about how her grandmother had been a great woman. He went on a tangent about how she was always firm but fair in her dealings with people, and how she gave him a...

Scottish Slut Hotel Fuck

by serginho on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Working away is the worst thing in the world - especially in the middle of a bleak Lothian winter. Having flown north in an aeroplane like a winged tin-can, and housed in a hotel with an ambience like my grandmother's living room, this particular trip promised to be particularly poor. Work was woeful, too. In town to re-train a team on how to use a new comp...

Dystopia Pt. 03

by Cathetel on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 12 Markem sat, cramped and nauseous, in the rickety carriage as it lumbered its way through the city walls of Dallas. He couldn't wait for this abominable ride to end. The stench of unwashed bodies were bad enough by themselves, but he doubted the torn and stained fabric covering the three person bench that now supported five sets of ass had ever be...

Dystopia Pt. 02

by Cathetel on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 8 Emil carefully pulled into the barn. There wasn't a lot of clearance on for the truck, and there were sharp tools lining the walls. Last thing he needed was to damage his precious U-Haul. Turning to the slave he just purchased he considered her form. Her skin was flushed and taught from the cold, and she was shivering despite the emergency blanke...

En la isla

by Mr5469 on Dec 7, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Ocurrio por accidente tu y sarah tienen unas semanas en la isla no intentaste nada con ella porque Primero ella es en extremo dulce y sencilla tiene casi toda su vida, viviendo sola en la isla por lo que ella te a dicho posiblemente ello aqui desde su infancia no tiene la malicia natural de las personas, ella es en extremo atractiva y si bien no tiene una no...

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Passing Tides Ch. 05.5-09.5

by MusicalMoth on Mar 13, 2019
Novels and Novellas

-Chapter 5.5- Sometimes I have pressured myself because I want to achieve and other times because I fear failure. It is not often I put pressure on myself because my body tells me to, pressure to fill a need; to scratch an itch. I fall back onto the bed and the mattress does little to soften my landing. I wish there were a clock in this room something...