This is the latest installment of the (P)Rick series. While this story can stand on its own, it may be helpful to read the previous stories to get a better sense of the main characters featured in this installment.Fair warning: Cuckolding is a central theme to this story and there are graphic scenes depicting sex
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHYPART – 41HE, ME AND NEETA, FULL FUCKOnly I know how difficult it was to make my husband ready to fuck my lesbian partner Neeta. When I had my last lesbian sex encounter with Neeta, in her house, a month back, Neeta was keen for fucking by my husband with me. Not only
This story is true as I remember it… through a thick haze of pot smoke Baked MelissaThe MallBy the end of my sophomore year I had been dating Jamie for a full six months. Surprisingly I had been totally faithful to her the entire time, with the exception of one night with Katie at the
During the next week I again taunted Dan with flashes of my pussy and arse and suggestive remarks. One morning, when Mon asked me to wake Dan up, I went into his room and gently lifted the covers. His limp little cock looked so cute I couldn’t help using my lips to fondle and suck
My wife is a dance instructor at one of the local studios. She has always been very introverted and awkward, never had a whole lot of friends. Sometimes she would hang out with another of the instructors, Chelsea, a seventeen year old girl from the local high school. My wife and I are only twenty
And following that brief romantic interlude betwixt Master and Mistress, we rejoin our nameless slave… He wakes to the smell of crisp fried bacon, with warm, soft lips pressed to his. He opens his eyes slowly, smiling up at his Mistress as she serves him breakfast in bed, nude save for another apron and her
This story is fiction; any correlation to actual people, the living or the dead, is luck. The place is a fictitious generic portrayal of a small town, “Mooresville,” in the midwestern area that touches the appellations on the state’s east side. The tale continues in the second part of this work. This struggle for power
I am a thirty-eight year old woman, and I have never had sex. Yes. That’s right. I am still a virgin. All through my childhood my sainted mother drilled into me the knowledge that all men were pigs. They would use a girl for their own pleasure and then dump her. Men were put on
This is the ongoing story of a rape, torture, and snuff victim who survived. Poor Tabby looked stricken, she’d never seen me as affected by anything as I had been by my fear for her life after finding out one of her rapists was still at large. She asked me, “Jack, what’s wrong?” I realized
I suppose my interest in Rusty started with the rumors. I’d seen him around school. He even came over to my house a lot to hang out with my younger brother, Lee. His real name was Steve but I doubt anyone but his mom ever called him that. His hair was rust red and his
“I have the female CEO of large organisation enquiring of your services,” my concierge contact at one of five-star hotels in my home city tells me. “What can you tell me about her. Is she alone or with someone?” “She gave me a very specific brief, a discrete younger man, well hung, capable of satisfying
I awoke early the next morning to the painful sensation of my cock straining against its cage in yet another futile attempt at morning wood. Apart from the single hard-on I achieved in the mere seconds of freedom you allowed me the day before, the plastic prison encasing my manhood had prevented me from forming
I never expected to find the man every girl dreams of right away. And of course, I didn’t. I dated a bunch of guys my second and third years of college but only one guy in my freshman year of college. I went to a party with my closest girlfriends in the world and tried
When I arrived at the pool, from fucking Kerry and Lainy, Crush and the girls were in the pool laying on a couple of floaties. So I headed to the bar. Then I waded up and said hi. Acted like I had dropped a big one back at the room, and we went about our
This is the fourteenth in the series. Following the series in order is helpful for context and continuity. However, reading the first one “Penthouse 01 – Who Am I” explains the main characters and setting making it easier to enjoy subsequent vignettes including this one.Your comments, good or bad are most welcome and helpful.This chapter
A model/slut cheats with black men in different cities. If you don’t like fictional stories of cheating wives, going black – it’d probably be best to move along to another story. If this is your cup of tea, feel free to read on.Wife Stories: SuelynIntroductionHis hands, his big, strong, black hands. They slide up my
The Breaking of Tracy part 8 Tracy’s First”She’s ready for you, daddy.” The Whore tells me. The latex clad slave stands beside the door, back straight with her arms behind her, looking straight ahead.I ignore it. I open and close the door gently but without pause. In the center of the novice room stands Tracy.
A story set in a post-apocalyptic Zombie world. The story focuses on Troy, who has an underground shelter he uses to survive. He can use this to force women to do whatever he wants in this new, lawless world. Troy was going a little crazy. He had been inside for a while and he was
This is my first story, it’s semi true. Feel free to leave ANY criticism you want to. Names have been changed. It began in my freshman year of highschool. My parents sent me to live with relatives in California so I could get an education there, and so they could get me out of the
Wrong Turn, Right HallwayA Wade Wilson Storyby The PreveBased on the character and story created by Wade Wilson, and illustration by LechonoThe Author wishes to thank Wade Wilson for his permission in writing this story (and no, it’s not that Wade Wilson :D).Part ThreeThe Executive Suite:Part TwoOdetta Welles, chief quantitative analyst, arrived at J&B, just