(Continuation of "The Mission") Chapter 01 - H is for Heather Byron Clarke looked at his watch. This new girl's punctuality and dedication were beyond impressive, they were amazing. For a moment, it flashed across his mind that she was overqualified, but he chose not to ponder on that notion. For the first time in over a year he had someone who could be fu...
Anya smiled and looked at the cute malfunctioning lady as she went past her to go use the phone to call the technician in the basement lab. Mike caught his breath and said "Wait." Anya looked at him. She was puzzled for a moment, but then extrapolated data from previously observed patterns to guess what he wanted to do next. "Let's see what we can do befo...
Chapter 2: Smith's Dilemma Author's note: This story is a continuation of 'Still Lost in Space'. You don't need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. This story is meant for a laugh. I took a little more time in writing this one and I hope you like it. Any comments are welcome as well as feedback through e-mail. There is another installment coming soon. I'm ha...
Author's note: This is story is M/M. ** You need to get laid," Dylan declares, and slides a piece of paper across the table. Charlie picks it up and widens his eyes. It's a coupon for a 30% discount. A 30% discount for a RoboGigolo. "W-what?" He's heard of EscortBot, because the first company to launch an escort service using sex robots has been all over...
((Be sure to hit Start Game on the right side! Stats will update there as you play and you'll be able to see some scenes tailored to your choices. As long as you don't hit Reset Game, you'll be able to resume your game any time. Cover picture to come! This is a simultaneously-developed sequel following MidBossMan's https://chyoa.com/story/Buster-Girl-and-the...
Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam, Saturday, 05 October, 2052 05:33 Marcus thought the heavy tits of his maid Agnes looked awesome as they bounced up and down inches away from his nose. He was sitting up in bed, his hands on her tiny waist as she straddled him. He watched in fascination as her very wet vagina slid up and down his engorged...
This is a different type of story for me. It is loosely, very loosely, based on my first son's birth. However, it is told with tongue planted firmly in cheek. This may be to right time to tell all of you our family motto: "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." Large parts of this story are true, though a lot has been embellished and a lot more...
"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" The mark-V Heracles model construction robot accelerates the piston function of its metallic artificial phallus attachment, sliding in and out of the wet pussy of Nickel with tremendous speed. With its duranium-fabre hands, the robot holds the waist of its naked owner as her torso hangs upside-down to the floor, panting and moanin...
The lights of the town faded into the darkness behind the woman riding down the country road on a bicycle. She was heading back home to her Father's farm after finishing work at the diner in town. It was past 9 pm and no sound could be heard except the crunch of the bicycle's wheels on the hardened dirt beneath them. The seat of the bicycle nestled between...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my second day with the firm) *** I rested my bike against the railings outside Maynard's and went in. Another young fellow of similar a...