Road Stories is set in the same world as "The Consultant" and "Neighbors", but the stories will be standalone so don't feel like you can't jump right in!
All sex-having people in the story are over 18 years old.
After months spent away from home working with my biggest Chicago customer, we finally signed the contracts -- and I made a ton on commissions. But that was really just phase one. Phase two was planning and implementation, and that was going to take a couple of months at least....

Kinks and themes explored in this story: huge cock, huge tits, and literally nothing else.
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The sun was up high and quite stinging when this story happened, shining upon the student buildings of Brighton University. Among the buildings was the dorm facility, where Natalie Emerson just walked out from. The stunning blonde with the piercing blue eyes emerged from her building, her long sun-kissed locks falling effectively over her shoulders. Her hair was a nice complement to her flawless porcel...

Thornton wiped the sweat off his brow and stepped out of the sun into the shade of a tall pine. He patted the bark of its thick trunk and made a mental note to fell this one tomorrow. Having just chopped down two huge wagons-full of trees from the forest today, which also required each tree being hewn into thirds or fourths just to fit, he thought it was a good time to call it a day. Besides, the sun was now angled directly into his eyes, which meant only about an hour of decent sunlight left to get home by...

Introduction- The following is a work of erotic fiction. I used a social political backdrop that has undertones of current events to create a scenario in which two people met under circumstances they otherwise probably never would have been exposed to. It is not meant to express any personal political views so please just read it for what it is: a story about interracial sex. Hope you enjoy....

I have heard those that read my stories, and I am working on making them longer and trying to shorten the time between their release for your pleasure. As always this is a work of fiction, and I alone am solely responsible for its content, any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended. This story may not be reproduced, retransmitted or copied in any way known or unknow without the written permission of the author. If you like what your about to read be sure to like, vote...

Fail-safe Cruise the last day
This is a three-part series. This is the last one. To refresh your memory please refer to the other two.
Brief overview. I went on a cruise with my neighbor and her friend. The friend booked the last minute as a fail safe for my neighbor in case things became awkward, she had a place to spend time. As it turns out we all stayed in the same room the entire trip....

The sun glares down, I can feel it burning my pale blue skin and heating the hard packed earth beneath our knees and making my open head wound throb with pain. Three days of no sleep, no food, no water. Our group was set upon first by goblins then Syrte, a half demon, half orc, an usurper to the orc throne. The true heir Zyre, a half orc, half fae is in chains facing me and my companion. What happened to the other men in our band I know not. What matters now is how we are going to survive this. If Syrtes' w...

"Try not to take overlong in the shower. Ms Catawnee would like us to remember there is a drought on for LA county. And mute your SI App for the weekend, you won't need it."
I almost walked right past him in my half-awake stupor. Honestly, I should have stopped in the bathroom, thrown some water on my face and maybe hit the newsstand for one of those five-hour energy things that makes my chest ache but keeps me up for a few hours if I need it to....

While bartending at the golf course event, I was counting down to the time my manager said I could leave due to me not feeling well. I took the manager up on her offer, left my shift early, and headed straight back to Desmond's. On my drive, I began thinking of my ways to keep the second life I was creating for myself secretive. I also began to think back to ten years prior when I had my brief affair with my black neighbor Bryce. I was still curious where he was today and puzzled why he didn't pursue me aga...

Wednesday, Before School, I Eat Yogurt For Breakfast
"Making a fresh batch" My phone buzzes as I lay in bed in my jammies, giving myself my gentle morning wake-up rub, letting my mind wander to my yummy treats today to get things going.
Maybe I'll send him a new 'secret ingredient'. Help him with his own morning wake up rub, haha! I glance around, thinking of what to send, and consider the mirror on my vanity for a minute....

It had been a week since my previous encounter with Jenny. We'd enjoyed some fabulous fucking at her place, but the following morning she'd insisted I leave early, while it was still dark. And since kissing her goodbye that morning, I'd heard nothing from the woman. But I kind of expected that. She was facing the triple moral dilemma of being married, being my ex mother-in-law and being years older than me....

Due to some odd quirk of fate, young human trader Luca has been chosen as the new patriarch for a pride of leonin, the lion people. Thankfully, Aditi, the sweet and motherly matriarch of the pride has a plan to help him settle into his new marital duties, and has even recruited some help to do so.
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This is the second part of my tale about me and my wife Amy's early married life. I do hope you find it interesting. It has taken a while to commit the memory to paper... More chapters to follow.
CHAPTER 2 - THE WILLING WIFE
Amy went into the bathroom, and I followed her into the shower. When I came out she had put on a simple dress that showed off her figure perfectly. I lifted up her dress and felt her bottom. Yes -the plug was still in, and she hadn't put any knickers on!...

He watched her walk in to M&S and followed. It was his role to follow and watch, he enjoyed it. The blonde was younger than him, a lot younger maybe mid-twenties, half his age. She was dressed provocatively he thought even a little slutty to ensure she got attention which she got from him. He followed her deep in to the huge store and on to the escalator. He stood six steps behind her, he'd worked out that was the ideal distance to stand behind women in skirts and dresses. It worked perfectly in what the yo...

I had watched through binoculars the couple across the road having sex a couple of times and it had been fantastic, so much so that on both occasions I had cum without hardly even touching my cock, as the eroticism was so much that my cock had spontaneously shot its load.
The first time I had spied on them was clandestine, but after that they had told me they knew I had been watching, but they had enjoyed that, and subsequently I left my light on so that we could see each other....

Chapter 43: The Death of Meat and Red Blooded Men

The Temporal Social Justice Warriors:
Craig Fuller and Dana Slotkin were having sex again in the storeroom.
Dana felt her orgasm overwhelming her as Craig's shaft rubbed against her clitoris. "Ah," she cried. "Ahhhh... Ahhhhh....."
"Aahhhhhh!" they both heard in mock imitation, from the other side of the room....

It was now mid July, on probably the hottest day of the year so far. I had been out shopping for food and came back bathed in sweat.
As per our agreed arrangement, I would come in my front door, go to the back and slip into Rob's garden.
I was now past the point of no return. All I wanted was cock and ass, which Rob was happy to provide, along with his genuine affection. So what if he was fifty years older than me? We were sharing something special....

It was a Friday afternoon; Amos was in the middle of an overseas tele-conference call when there was a knock on the office door. He muted the microphone and spoke a vexed 'come in'.
The door cracked opened and Lindsey's blonde head peeked in. He gave her a 'come in' gesture as he endured the soul deadening corporate policy discussion with a dozen talking head view ports on the big screen....

Chapter 5: Morning of Day 2

Peter woke first that morning. Evelyn had shifted position in her sleep again and she had her arms sprawled out above Peter's head, as if she was grasping for something just out of reach. He gazed at her as she slept, her sleep scuffed dark hair rested down to her shoulders and the t-shirt she slept in had rolled up, revealing her belly button. She opened her eyes, as if she knew she was being watched and said, "Good morning honey."...

I clutched the Cosmopolitan and made my way upstairs. Mother and Father were away, Sister was fondling the phone receiver lost in her own world, and I looked forward to a quiet afternoon on the terrace. This was my haven, the huge sprawling terrace. Though we lived in a neighborhood where the walls were as cozy as they could get, running abreast of each other, I was at an advantage of altitude. I could spy on every building within leering distance, and from vantage points that promised discretion and forbid...

Once again, I needed a man. Or least the stiff part of a man. Hell, I was ready to go down the truck stop and offer my twat to the first guy who pulled in. "Hey trucker, wanna give me a ride?"
I got so desperate that I really did... I did drive to the truck stop, looking for a 'big rig.' Feeling slutty, I wore a tight t-shirt, a mini skirt, and no bra or panties. My heart raced when I entered the truck stop café and sat on a bar stool....

All characters are consenting adults. Occasionally they may be based on real people, in past experiences. But it's probably all fiction, maybe.
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The Lovely Enhancements
My friend, Mandy, and I had been consulting for a non-profit for about three months. Our backgrounds in Engineering and Business were a good match for the organization's desire to create a new online tool to help drive fundraising activities. Over the course of several working sessions, we had roughed out the infrastructure, des...

Niall fucking hated parties. Of course Jackson had talked him into coming to the stupid Freshers party, and of course Jackson had gotten pulled away by another group of friends, leaving him totally alone in a corner, sipping on a drink and pondering-
"Excuse me" came a soft voice in his ear "Is this seat taken?"...

Country/western bars are getting few and far between anymore, at least the bars where you can be sure there won't be a fight at some point during the night. That's a damn shame because I always liked the atmosphere.
You'd see a bunch of young girls in tight jeans and tight check blouses doing line dances on the dance floor and a bunch of young guys holding long necks standing at the rail around the dance floor and watching....

Author Comments
I want to thank everyone who has read this series and/or taken the time to leave a comment. I appreciate the words of encouragement and the feedback on the details.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

He plopped me on the bed and hovered over me, his arms on both sides of my body. He smirked, giving me that look that indicates he wants it.
He wants me.
"Yes, baby. I'm the only one who could worship you and make you into a new religion... and I'm not exaggerating."
"He muttered seductively. And before I could even answer, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss....

I stood motionless on the side of the country road staring into the trunk of my rental vehicle. The empty hole that should have contained the vehicles spare tire seemed to suck the last remaining hope from my body like some unnatural beast sent from the depths of hell with no other purpose than to torture me. An hour ago I was driving down the highway with more than enough time to get home before sunset. But an accident further along the route that caused traffic to grind to a halt forced me to quickly adap...

Chapter 1 -- Living Life
Before the breakup 6 months ago, I regularly visited this cute massage studio that goes by the name Venus' Touch. Once a month, sometimes twice I liked to get a full body massage. I can't say that I needed it for any medical purpose, I just liked how it helped me relax. I was a regular at the place and I enjoyed talking to Serena, my massage therapist. We didn't know each other outside of our meetings on the massage table, but catching up with her was always fun. Despite not bein...

CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 23

A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.
My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked by cock, I love spunk and piss and had, at last, realised that I was gay....

All characters are consenting adults. Occasionally they may be based on real people, in past experiences. But it's probably all fiction, maybe.
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"Hey dude! Are you free today? I need some help with a couple things around the house, and Ken and Adam are on a father-son long weekend camping trip."...