Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Dear Reader, A "THANK YOU" to 29wordsforsnow for kindly reaching out and being my wonderful Proofreader/Beta reader on this one! It is so nice to have a second set of eyes and perspective on things! So again, Thank you!! As always, characters are all 18+, fictional and h...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
I was beginning to feel somewhat lightheaded. I wasn't sure if the second-hand smoke from the marijuana inside The Coral Reefer was affecting me, or whether my nerves were reacting to the fact I was about to meet a powerful man, perhaps someone I knew, who'd made an interesting bid on my virginity. There was a slight commotion at the podium. I looked and s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** The last time Lynda and I returned from our romantic getaway cruise, she came back black bred and knocked up, cuckolding me and keeping me in chastity much of the time. I'm now the proud father of a three-month-old black boy, Mark, her bull's namesake; with strong prospects of havin...
Author's Note: This story continues the story of Vance, Marcia's friend introduced in "Marcia Goes Back to School". I have made an effort to make sure that this chaptered story can be read as a stand-alone or as an episode in a continuing series of stories set in the fictional town of Torquay, Connecticut. Readers of my earlier works will be familiar with Mi...
WARNING! This fictional story isn't for everyone. It involves cuckolds, male feminization, submission, interracial sex and breeding. If you're not interested, go find another story. * I am a white fifty something year old married cuckold and a proud member of the W.B.A. My wife is twenty years younger than I and we have four children (with one on the way),...
Disclaimer: this story may contain more mentions of the exploration of a little sissy's guts than some of you are comfortable with, but it does not involve any actual scat. Don't be afraid, there's nothing too nasty here -- just consider yourself warned. All characters are over the age of 18, so enjoy yourselves! ********* Light rain pattered on the roof...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... *********** I hear the female chatter as I come down the hall from your kitchen and main bar area. I have a tray full of margaritas. As I enter the room I...
Chapter Eight: The Red Letter and The Monster in the Mountain. I know... Tales of love take turns for the worst. Bad people bring bad things like shadows and strange omens of apocalyptic events. But, what if? What if the tale was about simply loving girl-cock and tentacles? And so the Red Letter remained unopened. The Monster in the Mountain stayed as...
The head of his cock pushes hard against the back of my throat. I struggle not to gag. I struggle to control my gag reflex. I feel my throat spread open as he pushes his erection all the way into me, pushes deep into my mouth. It never gets easier no matter how many times he's done this to me. I feel that brief flash of slight pain as he deep-throats me. Fro...