Part 3: Because nothing else would do. Mr. Bigcock raises half my body by the ankles. My ass is in the air. My crotch is level with his. Through the cocktail of latex, fucked ass, and ever-present stale boyfunk, I catch a strong whiff of my vagina. The scent has notes of fresh sun and breeze through spring trees haha I'm just kidding it smells like sweat...
Part 2: Everything gets sort of loosey-goosey. As I suck Mr. Titgrabber's cock, I feel a pair of thumbs pulling apart my asscheeks. I try not to react; I don't want to break the spell with Mr. Titgrabber. Then I hear someone hack, and I hear them spit. I feel a feeling of cool slickness trickling down the crack of my ass, over my anus. I feel a thumb circl...
Previously: By the time Danielle relinquished my tits and moved downward, I was sweating profusely. The climate in my crotch was positively tropical. At least my nipples were cool. Slathered in evaporating saliva, they picked up a cold chill from the air. It contrasted with Danielles hot mouth covering my belly in wet, sucking kisses. They paused above my...
A cold gust fingered into the crowd. The solemn people huddled closer together. Their scratchy wool coats were touching each other. Another person shuffled into the forty person elevator. He stepped in firmly. Cautious to the touch, the front line shuffled a few inches back. The second line shuffled a couple inches back. The ripple effect made everyone shuff...
Lisa replies a few days later suggesting a couple of mail box stores in her area, and she includes her various measurements. Her bio is short -- she's a nerd, she's introverted, and it's hard for her to make friends. Her path was high school to college to a good job, and there wasn't a lot of dating for her in any of the three. She thinks she's too plain l...
The white, worn, low sofa stood beneath the wide window. The window overlooked the apartment complex courtyard with many handrails and fences circling around a deeply blue swimming pool with a red brick rim. The neighbor stood halfway in the apartment. She was low and round with many bulges. She looked a bit like an old gnarled tree trunk in a distant desert...
Note to readers: This short story is not part of any series. The setting and characters are based on those from my "Laura's Femdom" stories. My Mistress X stories stand on their own but are best read in order. This particular story describes an intense competition between female slaves involving vaginal torment. A contest that may lead to an opportunity for...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
Ever since my mother bought me my very own pair of black ladies' kid gloves after she had caught me wearing her kid gloves to pleasure myself with, I have developed a very strong affection for the ladies who work at the "Ladies Glove Counters" in the better department stores. Now I know that I am dating myself, but I go back to a time when every woman had sc...
I could not wait to get home to check out my new purchases and try them on all together. My cock was trembling with excitement with every package. When I opened the glove package and took out the box that held those beautiful black kidskin gloves, I noticed that there was a note inside the box with the gloves. I had not noticed her putting the note in the bo...