**The following is a messy fetish story about a woman hired to be filthy as her job. Don't read ahead if you don't like stories of women messing themselves with watersports, scat, mud, trash, skipping baths, and general unwashedness. That will be in here.** Tara paused as she woke up. She was a touch nervous, and rather smelly. She hadn't washed in five day...
Chapter One: Mike was downstairs on the Internet. He'd had a hard day at the office. His boss was on his tail again about not making enough big sales. His colleagues were gossiping about him, since he'd lost the big contract with Schmertzel's. When he got home he got a call from his brother who wanted to know when he was going come up with the $100.00 he lo...
A Tale of Inaction and Masturbation Once upon a time there was a lonely nerd. This lonely nerd had no girlfriend, no one to love or to hold. He wanted a girlfriend, someone to love and to hold, but he couldn't seem to get one because he was extremely shy, shy to the point that when he talked to girls, he'd freeze up and become a statue. The Nerd had many f...
Chapter I: Trash Can Calls a Friend It all began a year ago, almost to the day. Caleb had been working late in his office; the one with the antique mahogany desk, the flags in the corners, the bookcases filled with worn law books and the green leather sofas and chairs. He was studying transcripts from a case, which he had heard a few days earlier and was jo...
This was one of a number of stories I published on anon.penet.fi in the 1990s. I found a trove of them while browsing through some old CD-ROMs, and decided to give them new life on Literotica. *** Proper attire can make almost any activity a pleasure — even taking the trash out. I often liven up this mundane chore by leaving it to Noreen — my tarty TV pers...
After years of flashing her shapely body to any and every man looking her way, after years of struggling to control the urge to flash and wrestling with guilt, when she couldn't, after years of private psychotherapy and group therapy, Susan thought she was cured of her sexual disorder of flashing. Nearly raped the last time she showed herself late at night o...
I hope you all had a wonderful Fourth of July. My evening was...explosive. My boyfriend, Jack and I had plans to visit a couple we know that lives near the beach in Los Angeles. They were going to have a barbeque and invite a small group of friends over. Since they live so close to the ocean, it would be a short walk until we were on the beach where we cou...
Following Valerie's recent humiliation and abuse at Joel's pay cam site she gently touched her body all over wishing the red weal's would soon pass. They were still sowing proud all over her body as she lay there naked on the bed; she noted the ones going across both nipples and along her cunt and curling up to her clit seemed to show much more, proving thos...
Please read chapter's 1 and 2 before this, to fully appreciate this story. ***** For the next three weeks Steve watched his wife take black cock after black cock into her ever-gaping holes while her body healed, but of course some added to her marks as most of them slapped her around. But Valerie being the whore she now was smiled through everything even e...
THE WHITE TRASH YEARS Dez is a proper African American. He was born and raised in Africa. At the age of 12, he moved with his mother and two siblings to the USA, specifically to Denver, Colorado. Living in a predominately black community, Dez soon became aware of the racial tensions and divisions in the so called United States, when his mother started datin...