There was something about dancing that made Vascha feel alive. The deafening rhythm curling around the edge of her ears, the primal thrum and throb beneath her feet. Bodies pressed and slithered one on another, the most basic of public orgies. Looking around, she laughed, throwing back her head. Seth glanced at her with a curious expression. "Something funn...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
Another way I earn my keep is I work three nights and a couple of lunchtimes at a small pub, I don't know what the people pay to use me because either the guys or the landlord make the arrangements without consulting me. I'm told what to do, how to behave and what to wear. But I get to keep my tips, which is cool. Being the pub cunt has a nice additional l...
Okay. I'll admit it. It was me who first suggested swinging. And my husband's rejection of the idea was emphatic to say the least. The truth is, after twelve years of marriage and in our late 30's, our sex life had become, well, boring and repetitive. In our early days we had been quite adventuresome, trying different things and discovering what we liked....
In the previous chapter, I met Tony, who broke my ass cherry and also pissed in my mouth, and we had a great sexual adventure, now for chapter 2. * After our initial encounter, Tony and I talked on the phone almost every day until the next weekend came, my wife still being out of the country, Tony asked if he could come over for a good day's romp, I was e...
At gangbangs you get to meet all different types of people. Some you make friends with, other blow and go and others show you cant judge a book by its cover. At ours gangbangs, this guy would always show up. This started two years ago and almost every two weeks, there was this guy, Nathan. Always well dressed in black. Always had the best aftershave. Always...
"Pull it out again. Make that pussy gape!" The demand made Daisy want to cry. Her body had been forced to submit to such indignities before her father and a few of his friends, as well as her own former best friend and her brother, but this-this was different. This was intolerable. It just wasn't fair that this crowd of jeering, shouting women, strangers al...
We were enjoying a late night drink in a bar when my husband visited the toilet. As soon as he was gone a staggering, muscle-bound young man crashed down next to me, grinning like a drunken ape. "Hey Sweet cheeks! Y'fancy a hot beef injection?" His cider breath burping into my face as he leered at my breasts. "Nice sweater puppies, sexy pants, I'm Bry!"...
Gracie didn't notice John's withdrawal as they made their way to the top floor of the Hyatt Regency, where John's bank was wining and dining all their biggest clients and a few others they hoped to recruit very soon. Gracie was more occupied by the Dallas skyline, the room full of people that she had no interest in schmoozing and the soreness between her leg...
This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in thei...