April's Fool

I smiled to myself as your name flashed on the screen of my phone. I glance around quickly to see if anyone's looking before opening your message. My jaw dropped at the picture you'd surprised me with... a reward you said, for being a good girl. It was a glimpse of your thick cock, nestled in your dark pubic hair... I felt my mouth water at the thought of wrapping my lips around it. It looked amazing and it wasn't even hard, I could only imagine how good it would look then... I felt my skin flush with excitement, a familiar heat spreading through my core. This was the first glimpse of you that you'd given me, and I certainly wasn't disappointed. As the day wore on, my mind kept drifting back to the picture of your cock, imagining how it would feel in my hand... my mouth... my ass... It was difficult to concentrate on anything else that I tried to do. After dinner, I ran myself a cold shower, trying to cool the heat building inside me. I soaped myself up, paying ex

A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER -- or so they say Chapter 7 This is not a subtle story; it features SEX and not a lot else!! The following story deals with incest, straight sex, gay sex, group sex, anal sex, bondage, medical scenes, hopefully romance and probably a lot more so if it's not your thing please move on, if it is your thing then ENJOY!! The family push their sexual boundaries, whether separately or together. ANNE Family life got better and better, Aaron and I still hadn't fucked, or is that made love? but I didn't care, I was getting fucked by the gardeners on a regular basis and it didn't involve any strings or awkward moments. Aaron always seemed very happy and he seemed to be close to the twins more now then ever, they always seemed to be joking, playing in the pool or touching each other in a Dad / daughter / son way, nothing strange about that. It had become a regular thing that at the weekend if we were all around I'd cook a big meal,

(This story is a prequel to The Wedding stories. The characters are the same, yet the story is written from a different perspective) My name is Cynthia Preston. I live in Pittsburgh, PA. In four weeks I'm getting married to a wonderful guy named Kevon Simpson. He's everything any woman could want. He's handsome. He's smart. He has a good job and a nice car. His tastefully decorated (by me) apartment overlooks a lake. He ain't no slouch in bed. I can't tell you the number of women I had to fight off in order to hook him. I got game. I also have three other lovers stationed in various cities around the United States--one in Seattle, one in Detroit, and one in Las Vegas. Don't get it twisted. I ain't no ho. Rather, I have a biological imperative that compels me to sample different men with different qualities. The men know nothing of each other. I'm fairly sure that each of them has a woman stationed in different cities that satisfies their biological

Breeding the Pony Girl, Pt. 13 (This story is set in a world where legalized, non-hereditary slavery is commonplace for serious crime, unredeemed debt, or voluntary self-indenture. All characters who are enslaved or have any intimate/sexual contact with slaves are 18 years of age or older. This is fiction; no one should ever be deprived of free will nor used sexually without his or her uncoerced permission.) (Once again, the Breeding Barn, Nancy Bradford, and the noontime exploits of her herd of MILFs are the intellectual property of Mr.Smith27, used here by permission.) * (Lois Spalding's Perspective) My risky behavior in pretending to be a pony girl slave had finally caught up with me, just as my boyfriend, my shrink, and my best friend had predicted. Rustlers had grabbed me while I was playing pony slave on my own ranch. They had stripped me, bound me, face-fucked me, and stuffed me into a wire mesh poodle cage, the kind used to transport slaves (as I had just become). Zip-tie

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Author's Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Jim (Mojavejoe420). We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it. We'd also like to thank Harvey for his editing expertise. Tag: Upheaval and a new beginning. All characters in this story are 18 or older. - - - - - "What the hell were you thinking? How could you have been so stupid?" In my 18 years I'd never heard my mother swear. Tears were running down her face and I knew how devastating this was for her, for both of my parents. Earlier that evening the DJ had made an announcement about the Rhino's new advertising campaign, which featured my somewhat-revealing picture on a giant billboard by the freeway. Tony told me before I left work that he'd rented space on 20 billboards and within a week my image would be plastered all around the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Not that it mattered now, but when I tried to protest my boss snidely reminded me that I'd signed his model re