In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home. When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good frie...
Warning: Contains scat scenes *************** Later that evening Danny was lounging around on the couch watching tv, feeling a little bored. God was it good to have a mother like his around! She walked in the living room just in time for a little fun with her son. Dianne was in her soft cotton sweatsuit which draped off her bit titties and fat butt. "H...
Maddie was a good girl. Most of the time. She did her homework, ate her veggies, and listened to her parents. But she sometimes did something quite unladylike. At eighteen years old, she lived in a house near the outskirts of town, a small town in Central Ontario. A creek ran behind it, meandering through a wood, bushes and other undergrowth dotting its sur...
Being a bidet service technician had been a decent job for me so far. My company, Squeaky Clean, manufactured high quality bidets used to clean customers' nether parts, and while the field was not especially glamorous, it wasn't a particularly difficult job. Installing one was not difficult at all for me, so in most cases I would be in and out of the house w...
I'm not sure why Emily asked me to write this story down. It's just a funny, gross thing that happened to us a couple weeks back. My name's Roweena. I'm a college student in my mid-20s, a little older than most of my classmates. I can't afford the student housing, so I live at home and commute to campus every day. My best friend Emily lives at home, too. S...
Author's Note: This is a fetish story involving gross bodily functions. ***** My name is Emily, and I'm a gross person. There's something bizarre about my digestive system: I produce a pheromone that makes people horny, and whenever I poop or fart I release it into the air. I'm not immune to my own scent, either. I don't release my pheromones carelessly...
This story is entirely a work of fiction. ***** The meeting was winding down again. But I came as I had been doing for the last several weeks, to people-watch, and there she was, standing across the room, talking to a pretty blonde woman with a healthy figure. It was hard to say whether she was in charge. But I spent a lot of time tracking Holly around...
Julia's seat gently vibrated. She closed her eyes to enjoy the delicate tingle on her spine as the wings extended out of the Humming Bird 709, a small seater that fit twelve people for those places that were rarely traveled to. The orientation of the spacecraft reconfigured from shooting through space like a rocket to that of an airplane to glide down to the...
It's been a few days since Anna and her mother had their little incident. Anna has gone to the bathroom, pee that is, without any problems or accidents the last few days as well. She also hasn't eaten the popcorn that usually gets things going. Anna wakes up from a long nights rest and slides out of bed stretching. She's been cooped up at home for too long...
Cristina was my Dad's new wife. She moved in about six months ago when they got married. I'm 19 but she insisted that I call her Mommy which I found very uncomfortable. I complained bitterly but Cristina uses her beauty to get her own way. She said, "I know you've been sniffing my underwear in the basement while you're on laundry duty. If you learn to reco...