By the time we made it into the bedroom, Jane was practically panting with desire. "I did good, baby," she cooed, proud of herself. "I took all of their tiny little cocks," they were each around eight inches long, but I didn't both correcting my spoiled - or more like vaginally ruined - wife, "and I took all of their cum and I barely felt them inside of me b...
As the weeks went by and the constant degrading by Ron began to take its toll. I was no longer the girl that had any other interest. My only concern was getting that big, thick black dick from Ron and feeling wave after wave of orgasms rush thru my body. I was a shameless slut when Ron was around. I have given him blowjobs in his car many times and people wo...
I wasn't always a black-owned little slut if you can believe it! Can you believe, at one point in my life, I actually refused to sleep with black men? I can't even wrap my head around it honestly. These days I belong to a number of hung black guys who use me whenever they want and now I refuse to sleep with white guys altogether! If it's not a black cock I d...
SILVERTON HIGH -- PRESENT DAY: "When the Great Depression hit they really couldn't afford to replace O'Reilly's, especially with more people checking in because of depression and suicidal thoughts from losing everything," declared Gina. "That's when they caught Dr. Frankenstein doing his experiments with the patients, wasn't it?" asked her boyfriend Paul....
It has been a while since I've written anything. I thought it was about time that I got back into the game and stop being a spectator. In my stories, I try to keep all characters as realistically and multi-dimensional as I possibly can. Both individuals in this story are flawed people, but I feel that they have endearing traits that balance them and make the...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Felicity Smoak had spent the past five years searching for people looking shifty, and she felt she got pretty good at it. At least, when it came to searching for them on her computer screen. She was a lot less aware of her surroundings,...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain and humiliation and a scene involving a mother and her 18 year old daughter. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual pe...
I tripped over a tree root, stumbled, fell, and scraped my knee. I inhaled the dank peatness of the mossy ground, still covered with last fall's leaves, just inches away from my nose. "Move, keep moving," I told to myself. The pain kept me motivated. I got back up, and scrambled through the brush. I couldn't tell which way I was going, but I knew he was comi...
Liz Bradshaw prowled around her spacious apartment, a double shot of vodka in hand. Her angular face bare of any makeup, revealed a good-looking woman just shy of forty who was both lonely and depressed. Mr. Bradshaw had left with no warning some five months back. Liz later learned he'd run off with a twenty year old, leaving Liz with all the bills. Fortuna...
"Aah!" Anna shook all over as her cunt began to leak once more. It felt so good. So good to just let it take her, to live in the moment. She couldn't come, but this, this frustrating, agonizing pleasure—it felt so good to just give into it. Up above, through a thick fog of mostly-denied lust, she heard the Arachne Girl gasp. "Oh, crud." Then she heard a...