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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
DISCLAIMER: Contains scenes of extreme fetish, golden showers, and cuckolding; if you are offended by such content, then do not proceed.This story is a “Companion” to “The Return to San Ramiro,” only, it is that story as told from the perspective of the “Bull.”To make any kind of sense, I’ll have to go back to
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
“Do you see something you like, M’Lord?” the perky blond asked, leaning over the display case and offering a stunning view of her full breasts, barely contained in a low-cut peasant blouse.”Absolutely,” I replied, trying not to stare. Pointing at a silver pendant, I said, “‘Ow about that one?”With a dazzling smile, she took it
(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
There’s a thing about thin garments: if you don’t want people to see your underwear, then better choose something that’s close to your skin colour… or wear nothing at all underneath!I’m generally a good girl. In a kinky sense of way… Eager submissive material for Sir, whose happy place is “kneeling in front of Him”.
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
The sun, that had filtered through the trees at the Exeter’s now shown hotly on my back. As I rocked back on my heels to survey my morning’s work, a trickle of sweat ran down the center of my back and into the crack of my ass. I looked at my hands and saw the
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
The mahuts, robust yellow birds of impressive size, hauled the carriage down the jagged canyon using thick ropes. The carriage, designed for stability over speed, carried its three passengers leisurely down the rocky incline. With little to do or see, the journey could have been more varied. The view from their window was a repetitive