Chapter 09: The Penis Flytrap I had a land-line phone installed for joeie. I had it placed in the corner, on a very short cord, situated near the floor, close to his little mattress. The phone cord allows him to travel no further than the edge of his mattress. I have him trained to answer on the first ring, and God help him if he fails. The phone is a direc...
J. has the back of her right hand pinned to her cheek, palm arched upwards, attempting to obscure her face. The coquettish act initially strikes R., not the most perceptive of creatures, as redundant, seeing he is roughly fucking her mouth. Then he realises it is the porn stylisation, her relegation to a corporeal prop, and that she possesses a keen sense of...
In spite of my stepmom’s intern Hussein becoming the new man of the house, my stepmom and I were still getting along great. Even though I was her son, she talked to me like one of her close female friends. My stepmom loved to talk about Hussein, but sometimes she would hesitate. I could tell she wanted to tell me so much more about him, but was worried about...
"Duh, of course, you should dump his sorry, abusive ass! That dickhead doesn't own you, hon! Trust me. You're NOT his property. He doesn't have the right to treat you like a chattel slave. You're not his private pussy, to be used as he sees fit without any input from you. Just trust me and stick around. We like each other, right? Here you can avoid your pare...
Andrea Vargas stood in the kitchen of her large, South Florida home, chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients for that night's dinner. The 38-year-old curvy housewife wore pink leggings, white flip flops, and a light pink t-shirt she had tied off at her belly button to give her tight midriff some air on the warm afternoon. By that time, her husband and...
Before I met you I'd never heard of a wedgie fetish, the thought of it when you finally mentioned it, not only made me curious, but also very nervous. I didn't know what you mean by that, as far as I knew wedgies were for embarrassment or to hurt someone, something bullies did to people to make them feel small. Which now makes sense to me, during sex you lov...
Her fingers gently traced a path along my thigh and up, casually brushing the shaft of my small, hard cock. Princess paused her fingers at the head, brushed against the ring of my prince albert piercing and danced down the shaft. "I think you're all healed and better now, baby" she said, carefully lifting by balls and running her finger lightly over my vas...
Mrs. Jones is a 42-year-old physiotherapist, married to a wealthy lawyer whom she had a son with. She named her son Jimmy and he is currently 19 years old. Despite giving birth at a young age and unlike most moms, Mrs. Jones had a great tendency to improve the look and feel of her body. Many years have gone by and not a single time where her husband, Jared w...
All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters, despite their feelings of humiliation, are deriving some sort of pleasure from the story's events. This story is heavily inspired by "Little Brother" by Chubby Chinese, a story not found on literotica, but that can be found by googling in quotes its first line: "Mike lives with his beautiful yo...
"No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth." ― Plato Dried snot caked his nostrils, forcing the playground bully to breathe through his mouth. Fists balled into cords of sinew, he perspired amidst the four square diamond, in the midday Sun. He'd definitely lost control of the situation. Across the pitch, staring him down, was the entire student b...