Kate’s New Job…. ContinuedPlease read the following stories in order to continue:Part 1. Hot Slutty Night.Part 2. The Job Interview.Part 3. Kate’s New JobSaturday morning, Tom woke alone at home in his own bed for the first time without his wife Kate beside him. But excited knowing she will be home today and tell him
Hi, this is Brian again. If you remember my last adventure it was with Amy’s mom Beth. They live across the street and I have been fucking Amy for awhile now. Amy’s mom Beth came over one day and kind of forced me to have sex with her. I actually enjoyed it alot. She had
I stared at my step-dad amid tumultuous celebration around us. The din of a hundred girls and their guardians was incredible. Keith kneeled before me again and I stepped forward, clutching his head to my stomach in euphoric delight. I couldn’t help twisting my ring finger around so I could see it, admiring the engagement
A/N – Hello all! While I’m not finding a lot of time to write too much lately, I still have plenty of ideas knocking around in this old noggin of mine. If you look at my list of stories, I generally write in four categories at most with the occasional branching out elsewhere.Not the usual
Author’s note: This is one of my shorter stories; light on background and heavy on action. There’s still a buildup, but less than I normally use.The story contains hot-wife and group sex themes. You’ve been warned.And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal
LXXIII: The Best Slut EverBlake and LexiBlakeBlake moaned as the tip of the slippery dildo Liam had chosen slowly spread her ass. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks, spreading them as he pushed inch after inch inside her with little resistance. Though she didn’t need to spread her ass to get it in, Blake
She rolls over to snuggle deeper beneath the slick warmth of her duvet, sliding her arm around her pillow and feels a sharp prickle beneath her outstretched hand – her eyes fly open wide on the cloudy view outside and jerk to the bedside clock – late – late –Her squirms bring the small hairbrush
This story Is posted on the Literotica website, Do not repost anywhere else without the Author’s consent.As with all my stories, all characters are over the age of eighteen, this story has a possible incest storyline, although they are not blood-related.I am not always grammatically correct, so please show a bit of leniency in that
notes: No sexual contact between people under 18.Ruby’s cries for help continued.After tucking Catlin into bed down in the rumpus room, so she was protected from the sexual romping that was about to explode upstairs I walked back into our own sweat with glee.To my delight, my mum’s Dani and Jane were giving my husband
I woke up before Keith, stretching tight muscles and sinews slowly and carefully while enjoying his ripped physique. Our bed bathed in direct sunlight from a slightly opened curtain. We’d fucked each other mercilessly through the night, making up for years of pent up sexual desire.Keith was magnificent and claimed I was as well, but
(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent
Madison was, first and foremost, a businesswoman. This was something that Lexi had forgotten in the 9 months since they had first met. But it was something she remembered now while she stood on the podium, a chain around her neck bolted to the floor by thick heavy links. After a few hours of standing
I pulled up to Sir’s house exactly five minutes before my designated arrival time that Saturday morning. I slipped off my short dress and walked in my five inch heels to attach my leash to a hook and kneel on the side porch, naked except for my heels, a chain collar with Sir’s initials, and
About a week later on a Saturday afternoon Chrissy’s mother stopped by for a visit after doing some shopping at the nearby mall. I answered the door and said, “Hello Jessica, this is a pleasant surprise. Come on in. We were just watching an HBO movie in the den.”Jessica said, “Hello, Joey. Since our last
I had been awake for about half an hour, simply lying in bed and recounting the events of the night before.Sometimes, reality and dreams mix, and the true circumstances become clouded. Did I dream that I made love to my granddaughter last night? Did I dream that her mother was there encouraging her all the
While my heart beat like a drum, I swam to shore. Reaching land, I quickly whirled around, seeing Mom helping my crying twin sister, Lucy. “Do you need any help?” I shouted at them.Mom shook her head while keeping her daughter’s arm draped over her shoulder, making sure her head was above the water. “I
Please read the Bimbo Dust-New Batch before reading this or something’s will not make much sense. No foul language in the comments. All players are over eighteen years old, so now sit back and enjoy the next chapter in the Bimbo Dust SagaBimbo Dust Dirty Grandpa.Chapter 1.It was a Saturday morning, and Ernest was making
Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.*****Walking down the street, you are kind of in your own little world. Enjoying the sunset and the sounds of the cars as they rush by you. These are the sounds of the
Tom was nervous as he left school and started off for the mall. Today was his first day working as a grocery boy at the local supermarket. “Four to six most Afternoons after school and two hours on Saturday Morning,” Mrs. Millie James had said when she offered Him the job.“What the hell do you
I got the bug to write this story last night and finished it quickly this morning. I don’t use an editor so normally I’ll put stories away for a period of time and then pull them back up, read them objectively, and correct errors (there always are some). But lately I’ve tended to put away