"How do you want it?" She asked.
"I want to fuck the hell out of you and then fuck your face like it was a cunt until I come again."
She watched as he undressed. He was a big man, tall, with wide shoulders and a muscular chest. His hands looked mean. Meaner than his face. She didn't like big men; they were often cruel, and some would beat a girl afterwards and then steal her money. She wasn't sure what he would do if she tried to send him away but she had a fail safe mode....

Dicktionary Brown Shemale Detective
The case gets complicated Part 3
With her sidekick Betty Dyke-Dom
Copyright Catcher78 all rights reserved
Author's Notes: This is a story cross-dressing sissy cuckolding and heartbreak, interracial hot wife love, her first analgasm, HRT and surgery in Mexico, lesbian BDSM and thugs who bring our heroine on her first case involving a cheated on wife and a twenty million theft, that leads to exposure of an international cartel of Russian and Columbian gangsters....

The Acolyte
Chapter 4
"Come," General Brennon growled at the sound of a knock on the wooden pole outside his tent.
The tent flaps opened and he looked up from the maps scattered on the table as a soldier entered.
"Report!" he barked when the soldier straightened from his bow.
"My Lord, the Temple has been secured and the prisoners have been contained as ordered," the soldier said with a grin....

All characters represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen.

As soon as you graduate from nursing school, you become the de facto medical consult for all of your friends and family. Ask literally anyone you know who is even tangentially a medical professional. Pharmacists, phlebotomists, nurses, CNAs, doctors, whatever- if you work anywhere near the hospital setting, you're going to start getting pictures of gooey rashes and descriptions of upper respiratory infections ...

Nasreen was lying in bed and could feel the heat coming off her bottom as tingled and stung from her bare hand spanking and the spatula. Each time she turned and her bottom made contact with the bed or the covers, it was a sensitive bottom stinging, reminding her, not that she needed a reminder, this was something that no one ever dared do to her. Yet with a sore bottom and instead of being angry, she had a dripping wet pussy she so desperately wanted to touch and play with it. She put both hands under her ...

(This is the far-too-long-awaited continuation of my old classic. It's not a sequel but a complete rewrite, so you don't need to read or remember the original to read this one. If you like rampant wish-fulfilment, this is the story for you. I hope you enjoy!)
Among the dazzling lights and thumping music of the disco, Megan emptied her drink. She was a beautiful young woman with chin-length brown hair and green eyes. For her night out, she had put on a red crop top, skinny jeans, and knee-high boots - a f...

Author's Note: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

Authors note. This is a Femdom story with a corruption theme and many different kinks that has femdom at its core. If that's not for you. No need to write anything bad about it, or even read it. But if you like it or/and you have constructive criticism. Feel free to comment what you thought about it. That is much appreciated....

God he's such a pig. Like seriously he acts like a teenage boy. He basically said that I only matter to him for sex, so since I'm not giving it to him, I'm worthless.
That's it for me. When he gets back from his next trip that will be it. I'm going to tell him I can't do this shit anymore.
And so the texts came, every few weeks like clockwork. My best friend and her husband fighting over their sexless marriage. I was happy to listen and be there for her. I love some drama now and then. But Dara was on...

1. When I first moved in, I thought Mo and her boyfriend had a rigorous sex life. Our bedrooms shared a wall, and sometime after 9pm, the jingling of the bed began. Mo had a pleasantly low voice for a young woman, and she was not afraid to direct her boyfriend during sex.
"Stick that big cock in me you bastard," she taunted, as the banging got louder and louder. "You're too quiet, talk dirty to me. Tell me what a slut I am!" The man began to scream, but he didn't speak. She had to cajole him more....

Wake up hard as hell, my dick tenting the bed sheet like it's trying to pitch a friggin' camp. I peel off the sheet, strip of the PJs, and stare at the ceiling. It's not even 10, and my room's already an effin' oven, the damp August heat pressing down on me like a horny priest. An old table fan just pushes the hot air around and fills the room with a static hum....

A Note from the Author:
Full disclosure: This story is uncomfortable for me, and has sat largely finished for days as I wondered how it will be received. It rightly falls into the category of Horror, but has very strong non-con elements. I'm honestly not a fan of non-con, but that's where the story went. The full scope of the horror becomes apparent in the final act....

I remember clearly the first time I saw them. My father and I were cleaning out the attic of my great grandfather's place. He'd passed a few months before and the family was finally getting around to settling his estate.
"Dad?" I called across the space. "What's in this big box thing?"
"It's called a steamer trunk son." My dad explained....

I'd been having an almost long distance relationship with my parents' married next door neighbor. She'd even had a cam session with me and several guys from my fraternity, and that had made me sort of a hero - everybody else had had to trick their girlfriends into being on video but Sue had known what was going on and did it anyway....

CHAPTER 1
Springfield, Ohio, USA
JULY 20th 2021
My name is Michael Wilkins. I am 20 years old and this is my story.
I have always grown up in an environment where I have been cursed by my intelligence.
Between the time that my parents had married in their early 20s in early 1999 and when I was born in July 2000 they had moved from their home town in South California to a town in Western Ohio that while still large was more rural and spacy than Southern California....

My island in the sun Ch 02
A man finds his Greek roots and his dream island
This is part 2 of a series. You'll need to read Chapter 1, for the story to make sense. There will be no sex in this chapter, so scroll past if that's not what you're looking for. I would greatly appreciate honest feedback to help me improve my writing style....

The thrill of unprecedented and unexpectedly sensual fucking which I had received from Vicky was filling my heart and also every pore of my body, which had been loved like, never before. My nighty was completely drenched in my perspiration which was oozing from all over.
The sex-dew which had got frozen in all of my body, over the years, had suddenly melted with the heat and friction of Vicky's fucking of my cunt and was flowing out from wherever it could. I was feeling feather light and my delight was c...

Mike left me at the hotel and we arranged to meet again at about seven that evening but, this time, rather than standing in a doorway, he'd meet me in a nearby bar. It was a really nice lounge bar with soft lighting, a red tartan carpet and deep red chesterfield seats, gentle music and a cosy atmosphere. We had one drink then set off in search of somewhere to be alone....

A few days passed and I continued with my duties with the children but saw little of the master and mistress of the house. I couldn't stop thinking of the wonderful experiences they had given me and reddened at the thought of more.
One day I had just finished putting the children to bed when Lady Blackheart knocked on the door....

Wendy was awake before her alarm went off. She expected to wake up refreshed and ready to take on the day. Instead, her mind was instantly back to the events of yesterday. The embarrassing scene at the Christmas party, Michael's cryptic conversation about a new account, even her evening with Jon left her... frustrated....

Authors note: The story continues to evolve from my previous entries.......... and are based on a real, loving relationship, so nothing too extreme.
He woke abruptly, in pain as his cock tried futilely to get 'morning wood'.
Unable to get back to sleep, he thought back to the previous day's events, her continually edging him again and again, leaving him desperately unfulfilled. How she leant against him and brought herself to climax, re-caged him and finally slipped a pair of her panties on him. He st...

Now it is too late... I'm hers forever...
... and I love not having a say in it.
I meet her on a sissy site. I had been, for over a decade, going deeper every day into the sissy rabbit hole, eager to find the one who would break me--and it finally happened. She discovered my weakness soon. I'm addicted to getting high and becoming so mindless that I ignore the consequences, seeking people to abuse me online. When high, I not only consent but cooperate with anyone willing to make me their sissy sex sla...

Billy was your typical 30 year old guy. He'd grown up in a small town, went to college, gotten into a career. He thought he had it all figured out. His only issue is that he had only dated a few girls. One in high school and two in college. Although he was tall and considered handsome, he naturally had a submissive nature that did not fare well in pursuing women who wanted a more aggressive Alpha male. It didn't help that he had an unimpressive manhood (5 inches on his best day), plus an abnormally feminine...

Trigger Warning: Implied sexual assault off-page
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I'm not good with people, I never have been. I don't like small talk. I don't like when people ask too many questions. I don't like... well, let's be honest here--I don't likepeople. All of this, though, does not apply to him.
Andrew....

After an intensely stimulating Limo ride, we arrive at Carlo's and Bernadette's
Wow it's a rather large mansion, the uniformed chauffeur hustles ahead to open the huge wooden door. A 30-foot ceiling, a circular staircase on either side of the expansive room in front of us, marble floors, huge artwork. I follow her past a sunken seating area with 4 off white leather sofas, out a set of glass doors to an enormous deck area, outdoor kitchen, hot tub, bar, firepit, a cascading rock waterfall at the far end o...

I bury face in Helen's pussy, her juices are flowing and I'm eating her pussy up and getting every drop. She asks, "do you love my juicy pussy?" I replied I do! From now on you will reply "Yes Madame Helen" from now on, you are my slave."
I reply, " yes Madame Helen."
She grabbed my hair and pulled my face tightly to her pussy and locked her long legs around my head and grinds her wet pussy on my face. She said lick it up slave, "three guys shot there wads in my pussy, do you like their cum steeped an...

Oliver walked up to Megan's house with the memory of last Saturday night at Giorgio's party fresh in his mind. She sent him a simple, yet kind text that read: "Hey. Can you come over? I feel awful and I really wanna talk about what happened Saturday. I promise I'll make it up to you and make you feel better." Oliver read the text with excitement. He leapt with joy and got ready to go over to Megan's. He remembered how Megan told him that she let him fuck her if he obeyed orders, and a part of him believed t...

My butt always gets me into trouble. Well, that and my penchant for making horrible promises to myself.
I looked over my shoulder to examine myself in the mirror. My poor butt was covered in bruises from Mr. Davies' hand, especially the area near the base of my left cheek where his ring had repeatedly hit....

EVENING OF TEMPTATIONS
My wife Janice and I were driving back from a conference at Lake Tahoe, returning to our home near Sacramento. We were driving through the mountains when I mentioned a place where we had stayed before we were married.
"You remember the night we stayed at that motel in the mountains?"...

The Fun Room at Hedonism II
I have had seven wonderful years of marriage with my sexy wife Carol. I have never met anyone in my life so willing to experience new adventures together. I love a woman who is not afraid to express themselves sexually.
I am writing about one of our most daring real-life adventures. We discussed vacationing at Hedonism II in Jamaica for a long time. For a while we kept chickening out, finally, two years ago we built up the courage to book our vacation adventure at Hedonism ...