Justincbenedict Stories

445 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll

She's Cheap, but Effective

by justincbenedict on Jul 30, 2019
BDSM

"So we gotta talk, Auberon." Yat-Pang said. He looked at Auberon over the table. It was a nice restaurant, and how cheap she looked! Auberon was popping her gum and her cleavage was almost falling out of her tight crop top. Yes, it was hot, but Yat-Pang's Mother had told him that he had to find someone new. "She is so vulgar, and Yat-Pang, you used to date...

The Restroom Deity

by justincbenedict on Jul 30, 2019
BDSM

Everyone in this story is over 21 *** TOMMY, TOILET BOY I'm Tommy. I hang out in the rest area-the bathrooms-at Lennox National Park. Not the john where the families and nice people go to, but the other one, near the highway. The rangers call our toilet "The Place Where Time Forgot". They don't even bother to police it no more. It's like faggot heaven, y...

His Korean Goddess

by justincbenedict on Aug 6, 2019
BDSM

Nevitt lay still, with his mouthful as sitting on his chest was Bubba, Meilani's latest idiot boyfriend. Bubba was shoving his cock into Nevitt's mouth, and Nevitt, the normally buttoned down statistician, now quite naked, was sucking away. As this went on, with Nevitt lying in front of the couch, Meilani, Nevitt's beautiful wife was lounging, though her f...

Letter from Shebogyan

by justincbenedict on Aug 7, 2019
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom, The way he stares at my tits is so cute. I really have my poor husband hypnotized. Of course there is all the begging. "Fleur, please let me touch them." But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I'd rather just run my hot pink nails over them, my marvelous mammaries, as they poke my little gray sweater out. I have a little heart tattooe...

Letter from Schenectady

by justincbenedict on Aug 7, 2019
BDSM

Dear Taryn, here is one for your "Interesting Tape Recordings" series from my wife's old college buddy, and my Dominant Mistress. Hope you enjoy! "So, Marseille--" "My parents were pretentious assholes. Just call me Mars." "Um, okay. I came here to see Georgene and Nivens, and I probably shouldn't have just dropped in, but this is weird. Who's the guy in...

A Pilloried Crotch

by justincbenedict on Aug 7, 2019
BDSM

"So how is it going, Cedric?" Autry was amazed at his stamina. The Penis Pillory was like the old fashioned colonial stocks they kept in the basement. The difference was, the stocks had three holes, one for the neck and two for hands, to keep the subject (Always Cedric) bent over and hanging there... This thing was a rectangular block with a hole, just one...

Mr Glodstone's Ordeal

by justincbenedict on Aug 7, 2019
BDSM

"Don't look, Taffy, but Mister Glodstone is right there." "Yeah, he has been real weird today, he turns beet red whenever he passes our office." "Yeah. He is the sweetest boss, and I think he always had a crush on me, but something happened last night and I think it's freaked us both out, Taffy." "What happened, Addisyn? You can tell me." "Like you won't...

Mistress Vavi

by justincbenedict on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

Desmond Carne looked worshipfully at Mistress Vavasour across the table at the Paincafe, Buttermilk Falls's restaurant that served the kinky set. Vavi was so delicious, her impudent curls bouncing around in the close crop on her head...She grinned at Desmond as she speared her last asparagus. "What's on your mind, Desmond?" Mistress Vavasour asked. "Rememb...

Jocko Trains Colin

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

When Lisbeth invited me to move in and help with Colin's training, the cat was a basket case--heart problems, ulcer, depression. But after all that adult worry went out of his life, his health improved. All he had to worry about now as a 50 year old professor was answering to his 23 year old black Daddy. Take last week, when I caught Colin with a cigaret...

Soames's Seminar

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Lynne crashed the thick wooden paddle again across Willoughby's bare buttocks... "I struck blood!" she said triumphantly. Willoughby was sobbing. Lynne, at fifty-four, was still a blonde vamp, her boobs pushing against her pink top. Her husband, about sixty, had his chubby form across her knees, his suit pants and underwear around his ankles. So many of...