The Big House Brothel. A venerable institution which has stood the test of time. It existed since the 1800s. Catering to the needs of gentlemen with peculiar proclivities which they would rather not let be known. It still exists today, providing the same service but under new management. That's just the way it works. What this House provides in the modern ag...
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking" (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) After the Brubakers had left The Presence had visited again. "You did a great job, Sport! Really proved my point! Thanks, but the bad news is you can't keep that oversized sex stick! Besides, no human woman could handle it!" But don't worry,...
Chapter 13 ********** When he had settled, she rolled out from under him, going to the bathroom. It must have been good she thought she felt quite queasy. She climbed back into bed snuggling up against him, and let sleep take her. Twice during the night she had to use the toilet to be violently sick, by morning she knew that she was ill; spasms of pain...
There are six chapters in all. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. The story has been edited by Estragon. * I couldn't believe I was more nervous going to meet Tina's two teenage daughters than I have been meeting heads of companies. I wanted it to go right, my future with Tina depended on it. I had no idea what to expect....
**** This is my first attempt at submitting some writing to Literotica. Please be kind! This is a stroke story series that contains futanari, transformation, and incest. It also includes somewhat exaggerated (though not absurdly unrealistic or hyper) descriptions of human anatomy. Most sex scenes in this series are futa on futa, or futa on women. If that's...
My doorbell rings and I rush to the hallway. My heart leaps into my throat, my pulse quickens and my skin becomes moist. I have been waiting for you, here in my house, for so long. Now you have come and I can hardly wait for you to enter. I stand at the back of the long hall, itching to rush to the door and loving the exquisite prolongation of this moment, m...
Her hands hurt; of that much she was sure. She looked at her fingers, and the joints in her hands now came to her as the roots of a gnarled oak might - if pushing up through the dry grass of late summer. "Can this be me," she gulped, the sight tearing at her mastery of the moment. "These can't be my hands...can they?" Yet, when she moved her fingers she fe...
2: Cenation This time I'm just going to get straight to it, dive into the show. Enjoy. The Ninth Wonder Returns: Part two. John Cena's music starts Monday Night Raw as the Road to Wrestlemania continues. He runs to the ring in his typical fashion, all smiles and throwing his hat. He knows he has some time at the top of the show to discuss his match tonigh...
I've often been called an arrogant bastard with psychopathic and megalomaniac tendencies. That's not very flattering. I'm a free-spirited visionary who lacks a conscience and inhibitions. That's what I call myself. In the eyes of the world, I am Paul Jackson Billings, a student at the Alabama Institute of Technology. The world is mine. Nothing you or anyone...
"Now, Henry, tell me some more about how your wife finds you inadequate in bed," Rosetta pushed, adjusting her enormous rump in her specially designed leather chair. She was very interested in getting deep into the psyche of this client. A very small man, only about 100 lbs, he was slightly intimidated by the African-American amazon with hips nearly as wide...