I was bored one night, and began to email wanted ads on craigslist to see who was hosting in my area. I lived in spokane, wa at the time in the east central area, sorta behind the fred meyer. This night was boring, my friends had left a while ago with their girl friends, jealousy began to set in. I wanted to my friends, but didn’t tell them. I was always jealous of their girlfriends moans, and screams,. I wanted that. I wanted their dicks in my mouth, ass,. I wanted their cum,. deep inside and all over my face… I wanted them to fuck me all in a row, one right after another,. load after load… I wanted to scream… My phone beeped. It was a dude from the craigslist responding back to my email and pic. we exchanged a few more pics, said I was looking for some fun, ... Read More»

Development For the three days it took to to do my writing I was very frightened about the punishment that I was to receive. I had never had punishment on my vagina and the knowledge that the penalty was increasing daily, made me very worried indeed. In the hours before my husband came home on that day, my vagina and pubic area was waxed completely free of all hair. I took great care to make sure that the lady doing the waxing did not see my marked bottom. I showered very thoroughly, taking special care to clean my anus as far as possible. At the proper time I prepared my husband's evening meal and removed all my clothing ready to receive him. As soon as his car came into our drive I went and knelt in the front hall with my knees apart so that he would see as ... Read More»

"No, Ali, I didn't give the paperwork to Janice," Sami's voice said over the speakerphone. I thought that Ali was going to stroke out when we heard that bit of news, then waiting the 'right' amount of time for the hook to be set in our mouths, Sami followed with, "I gave it to Gina, who drove over to pick it up for Janice," hesitating a second, then laughing. "Gotcha', didn't I, girls," Sami boastfully said to us. "Sami, I'm going to spank your ass when we get home for almost giving me a heart attack," Ali said, trying very hard not to chuckle at having been 'got'. "Promises, promises; Oh wait, that's what you say, isn't it?" Sami laughingly said to her. Getting serious now, Sami went on, "Janice had to go to Baton Rouge to meet with a client, Ali, ... Read More»

"You are going to let me up, right," said Brian. Becca looked down at him with a mischievous grin, "absolutely." "How long have we known each other, since third grade?" Brian had always cared for Becca. Even when they were funny, skinny kids, their teeth in braces, living next door to each other in the Charleston neighborhood. They had done everything together. They played baseball in T Ball league. They went skinny dipping in the stone quarry when they were ten. They played jacks and skipped rope together. At twelve, they both got grounded, after Brian's Father caught them playing "doctor" in Brian's boyhood tree house. Now, after college graduation and Brian returning to his hometown, they had run into each other in ... Read More»

"That's not helping me work" Cassie jokingly complains as my lips begin to trail down her neck. "No?" I reply smiling, "Not being distracting, am I?" Cassie turns her chair round to mockingly glare at me as I retreat to her bed and sit cross-legged, failing to pull an innocent face. "Okay, sorry. You're right. I'll just stay here until you finish" I say as I fall back on the bed and stretch my arms over my head, pushing out my chest, knowing that my nipple piercing will be just visible beneath thin material of my shirt. "Don't worry about me; I'll be fine here...just waiting." I purr. Cassie rolls her eyes and returns to her essay, her mind now unavoidably elsewhere. In tight jeans and a loose top, I know she wants nothing more than to throw it all off ... Read More»

He saw her in profile as he turned the corner, his eyes quickly finding the round, heavy forms of her breasts in the lightweight sweater that hugged her torso. She turned her head to gaze in his direction, a sultry look in her eyes, pouting lips moist with gloss, inviting him to approach her. He knew the look, though it had been some time since he'd seen anyone this lovely offering herself on the street. The thought crossed his mind she might be a cop, waiting for a sucker just like him. He drove slowly by, his eyes moving down the length of her well curved body. She followed him with her own eyes as he drove away. It was a risk he wasn't willing to take, not now anyway. He parked farther down the block and walked back toward where the girl had been standing. ... Read More»

CHAPTER ONE: BREAKING MARY Rolling over in bed, Jeff Urqhart put his hand on his wife's nightgown-clad hip and slid it slowly up along her side and around to her belly. He could feel the warmth of her soft skin radiating through the thick flannel as his hand travelled up towards her breasts, and his cock swelled even more in his shorts. It had been well over a week since the last time they'd had sex, and Jeff was starting to believe he would explode soon. He wormed his way closer to Mary under the duvet, until his hard cock pressed against the crack of her firm arse. Jeff's hopes for the night were brutally shattered (again) as his wife gave an irritated shrug of her shoulders and pressed her right arm hard against her side, trapping Jeff's exploring hand ... Read More»

I'd always known that my tastes were...less than conventional. Not that one can put a quantity of less or more, so perhaps it's better to say that I strayed happily, breathlessly, away from convention. Granted, there was a time and place in my life where conventional lovemaking was preferable. This occurred with only one person-the only person, to this day, that I have even come close to being truly in love with. But this story is not one of love. If my exploits consisted only of loving moments, I daresay I would be quite a different girl. So imagine that one's sex life is a journey through a woods. There is a beaten path, with dappled, sunny light, and the scent and sight of flowers lining the edges. But beyond this path, to the right and to the left, ... Read More»

Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to muss my eye shadow. My full lips hung agape, my mouth drying with each deep, slow inhalation that caused my prodigious chest to rise on my chest, stretching the striped white blouse whose buttons were already clinging to their sockets, the top four simply unable to clasp over my immense, pert 36FF cup bust. Of fifteen candidates, each requiring as little as ten and as much as thirty minutes per interview, every one turned to jelly at the mere sight of my mountainous ... Read More»

“Oh shit, fuck my black ass with that thick white cock you fucking tranny.” He moaned. “Harder, **** my tight fucking ass baby.” He screamed “Quit screaming like a bitch and take it like a man cock-whore.” She exclaimed. He could feel a growing sensation of pleasure in his taint, a feeling of unnatural pleasure building up inside his loins that has never been experienced before. He felt as if he were about to cum but his hands were handcuffed to the bedpost and his female/male rapist was not touching his member. “Stop! Something is not right, I feel like I'm about to explode please stop!” He begged his beautiful captor. “Is that so, you're telling me that you are such a cock whore that you are about to come from being ass ****d.” She said coyly, ... Read More»

Although I felt myself becoming addicted, I still did not stop my early morning explorations or my after-dinner trolling. Logging on, 'going visible' with my catchy, slightly salacious screen name, I raced through the list of chat rooms, found ones populated by people ten years my senior and scanned the list 'chatter's' profiles. Having courted, exploited, used and abused my fetish since sixteen, I now had another sixteen years under my belt to get what I wanted (or at the very least, angle myself into position for what I wanted). And it was all about 'positioning' really; what I wanted most was to find a lady, preferable one close enough to where I lived so we could actually meet, and then 'position' myself over her lap for a spanking. I have always been more ... Read More»

there is a certain part of the big city where the community partys everyday of the week called boys town i worked in the area and never knew but what i did know is i had a fetish for an extremly large ass i love big bootys and desired a tranny after watching shemale videos this didnt happen until i was 28 or 29 yrs of age anyhow,one payday i decided to hang out in boystown there are clubs and bars maybe a 20 block radius,so i parked my car and decided to walk, people were everywhere my god so many trannys all different sizes and ethnicitys i felt like a kid in a candy store,i knew i would fulfill my fantasies this day i have even ran across some shemale pornstars,i,m kinda easy on the eyes and had no problem attracting one of these goddesses there was this one ... Read More»

He walked slowly around her, watching her, and for a minute, she forgot to even breathe. she had no clue what he was about to do. He might kiss her gently, tenderly. He might yank His belt off and smack her with it. Or He might simply force her to her knees and ram His cock down her throat. she had no way of knowing. It was one of the things that made her so hot for Him. He had spent the evening stripping away her veneer; turning her from the independent woman she spends her day being, to the needy greedy submissive painslut He would use all night. The thing that always surprised her most was how easy it was for Him, the simple way He went about reducing her to nerve endings and need. Leaning over at dinner to give her a gentle kiss and vicious nipple pinch, ... Read More»

I still visited my straight construction worker, Terry, once a week at his apartment in Oakland. I never got tired of sucking his magnificent manly-uncut cock, and he never complained of my service. He would call in the late afternoon when he was just getting off work, and tell me to come over to his place. I could hear the background noise of a bar where he usually had a beer with the other construction workers before going home. He would say to me in his commanding deep voice. “Dick. Pick up a six-pack of Bud and come over to my place. I had a hard day today and need to get my nuts off before I hit the rack. Be there at 8. “ Then he would hang up. When I arrived at his apartment, he was usually naked, except for a sweat stained jockstrap and construction ... Read More»

"Here. This one's on me." Kyra looked up in surprise to see the bartender standing in front of her, holding a tall glass filled with milky brown liquid. She swiveled her head left and then right, half-expecting to see someone next to her reaching for the drink, but there was nobody nearby. "Um, thanks," she said, accepting the glass. "What's the occasion?" It wasn't Ladies Night at 'The 100', and it was too late for free drinks even if it was. It wasn't that Kyra was unused to getting free alcoholic beverages, but usually they were from cute guys. The bartender's sudden generosity made her just a little bit curious. The bartender smiled tenderly. It was a little incongruous on her; between the shaved head, the half-dozen piercings in each ear, the studs and ... Read More»