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The Vault Pt. 02

by undherfoot on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

After Tiffany left, I found myself entertained for the rest of the evening. I had no plans for that Friday night, so I spent much of the night admiring the device that now kept me from my junk. It was a pretty ingenious device. It consisted of two clear plastic rings and a curved, clear plastic tube. My penis and testicles passed through the larger plastic r...

After the Flood

by hoo_hoo_boo on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The flood had done its damage. The internal walls all needed to be replaced as the plasterboard had swelled and disintegrated. It would be a while before new stocks would arrive, months at least. As so many homes had been flooded there was a big demand and finding new plaster board would be difficult. Jen hated living in the house and constantly informed him...

Another Submissive Slut Ch. 11

by Stillherer on Sep 19, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

My land lady's knowing look held me transfixed. Quietly Mrs. Lehrer purred, "What are you?" A spasm of trembling shook my body before I could mew out, "I am a sub sissy slut, Mrs. Lehrer." "Hemmmmm," She hummed, "And what else are you slut?" Her voice was quiet, soothing, inquiring. "I am a wanton cum whore, Mrs. Lehrer," I admitted, blushing at such an a...

Vanessa and Her Dildos

by Boxlicker101 on Sep 12, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

Vanessa hurried from the yellow school bus to her home, where she let herself in the front door, locked it after she was inside, and bounded up the stairs to her room. Once in that sanctuary, she dropped her backpack full of homework on the chair beside her bed. With that burden off her shoulders, she opened the dresser drawer where she kept her sex toys, to...

Mistress Takes a New Slave Pt. 02

by ConqueredSlave on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

I arrived at Professor Cooper's office promptly at 4 as she had requested. Her office door was open when I got there so I knocked on it lightly as I poked my head in. "Professor?" I asked. "Yes, come in, Steve." She said from behind her desk. "Shut the door behind you and please a take a seat." I shut the door and nervously sat down on the chair in front...

Ann's Art Project Ch. 06

by qexiqex on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

As soon as the dean waltzed away, Sue jumped to the column and yanked the handles upwards. She whispered, "Hey, Ann, are you OK? This... woman..." "I... I heard every word, Sue," hushed Ann, "Fuck, my tits felt like they would pop any minute! Thanks for releasing those handles. What a stupid, stupid idea. I should have seen that coming! I should have used a...

Four Days with a Dominatrix

by rickiee_2002 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

I am a very fortunate man, I made a lot of money over my career and I was able to retire totally at the age of 50 years old. That was two years ago and I try to keep myself busy and active. I divorced fifteen years ago and through the settlement, my ex-wife is well taken care of and I have no contact with her anymore. She got a lump sum settlement and that w...

T3SS4 M84U (Mile High Club)

by DZiegler on Sep 24, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I waited patiently for the stewardess to fix my drink. I watched her hands delicately work a pair of tongs to pull at cubes from the ice-chest resting on the airline beverage cart. She then poured vodka and tonic over the ice cubes and swirled the drink in her hands. I knew it was a perfectly measured 50/50 ratio. She handed me the drink, leaning over the b...

Orc Masters Ch. 05

by GoldenKitteh on Sep 12, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

DISCLAIMER: The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the...

Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 07

by NancyPan on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...