i My fingers wrapped about some plastic feeling material as I reached behind the wardrobe. I thought there seemed to be something vaguely unpleasant about it but filled with curiosity I pulled it into the air and sunlight. I drew back my breath sharply as I looked at the thing in my hands. "Well that is ugly," you remarked. I had to agree. It seemed somet...
Jack woke up in the morning and was greeted to a beautiful sight. He watched Emily sleeping and was glad the day before wasn't just a dream. He reflected on how things had developed so fast and it was all thanks to Matt and his cock. As he thought of Matt's huge cock he noticed his clit had started to harden. He looked back over at Emily wondering if she wou...
Donna's toes felt so good, but she was right. I needed to slow down. It was shaping up to be like our discussions when we she was in the woman superior position. Only this time she was on her back and I was the one theoretically in charge my climax. The conversation would last only as long as I could. Donna began, "After our dinner where he told me about i...
Author's Notes: - Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. V ***** Tony thought that it would be a good idea for me to wear that collar with the rectangles skirt at work the next day. I'm sure that you can imagine the co...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** i lived the last years of my life enslaved body and soul to a man who broke me. He took all i was, and remade me in the image of his most loathsome desires. It's easier for me to think about it that way. It's easier to forget that i craved his afflictions as much as his affectio...
After I came down from my orgasmic haze, I was consumed with remorse. Shame filled me. Mrs. Reynolds hung around and held me and praised my slutty nature. She told me how proud of me she was. I had to admit, it helped. It didn't take it away, but it helped me continue. Mrs. Reynolds told me I needed to rest. I needed to clean myself up. She gave me specifi...
The people have spoken, and here are the poll results: "Mommy" the holstaur vs. Bobbin the hob, straw boss of the Ambrosia Ranch! The following is set deep in the past of the Monstrous Ranch, so you don't need any context to enter into it save the following: Bobbin helps run a ranch of imprisoned monster girls, and the holstaur is one of the most, er, troubl...
First time contributor, let me know what you think and if you want more. ***** Our daughter is in bed, so we both go to the kitchen, a little tired from a long day. We share a hug that is loving and helps us to melt away the worries of the day. After a minute or so my hands wander down your slim waist and they hover over the orbs of you fabulous ass. I slo...
As Bobby dressed me in the morning for work in my anal plug, latex panties with the dildo, thigh high stockings and my obviously altered-to-be-too-short pencil skirt, it felt predictable. Normal. The bra that let my nipples stand out, the tight-fitting button-up dress shirt ... the suit jacket that was never to be buttoned (the buttons on these jackets had...
Sheba awoke, a bit out of sorts. She hadn't remembered nodding off. Or maybe passing out was a more accurate description, she thought. However, she did know why she had drifted off. The cushion she had been sitting on was now coated with a layer of her juices, her skin had a sheen of drying sweat and her pussy felt as if it had just run a marathon. She remem...