anal stories and histories

I only had one appointment left for the afternoon. I had actually planned to close early today, but when she called and told me just how tense she had been feeling, i thought i could fit her in. I opened my massage parlor a few years ago, and i learned a long time ago that if you treat people well, particularly when they really need you, that it would make for a great consistent relationship. Most of my customers were repeat clients and i really took a lot of pride in that. So, i thought what's one more per...

All the persons in this work are over the age of 18 years.
"I'm sorry Ash, but I think it is time that we break up."
Ash felt as if he had been hit in the guts.
His boyfriend, or should he think of him now as his ex-boyfriend, had invited him out to dinner to have a "talk". He knew from the outset that it sounded bad. But he didn't think it was this bad....

(*English version of: Am Schreibtisch*)
I'm still sitting at my desk when you approach from behind. I don't notice you. You watch as I wait for my latest video to be uploaded.
Apart from my black fishnet stockings, I'm wearing nothing and am completely naked. You get closer and closer to me. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I feel you grab my breasts from behind with your strong hands and start massaging them. You're not being particularly gentle, but rather brutal, but I like that. My nipples get hard all ...

Welcome to the City of Saint Paul, Minnesota. One of the biggest minority groups in all of Minnesota is the Somali American community. The heroine of this story, Ayaan Aden, was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to Somali immigrant parents and moved to Saint Paul, Minnesota, in the second decade of her life. Once upon a time, Ayaan had a bright future. The young Somali woman has a degree from Algonquin College, a reputable school located in the west end of Ottawa. Originally, Ayaan came to Saint Paul to ...

Episode 2: Part 2
Our relationship was now sealed in the frenzied rhythm of our bodies. We discovered a lot of common interests. We were both very fond of playing squash. As a little girl the Marker at Delhi Gymkhana had taught me to play a subtle game of squash combining deceptive angles with unexpected drop shots pitting the artistry and strategy of my game against the brute force of the heavier boys. Very few guys could beat me. In our common love of the game, we found another validation of the overwh...

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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

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....

Master was very demanding that night, I remember it quite well as if it just happened yesterday. Master had a hold of my nose and throat while his cock was balls deep in my mouth and I was struggling to breath. He held my nose a little too long and I could feel my mind going foggy, feeling my consciousness leave my body and I ended up going limp with my mouth still on his cock, tears streaming, leaving mascara trails down my face. I began to see the darkness and let it take control of my body as I passed ou...

The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is a strange place even in the best of times. The Capital of Canada has become immigrant central in recent years. Somalis, Haitians, Ethiopians, Guatemalans, Egyptians, Congolese, Lebanese, Syrians, Chinese, Mexicans, all kinds of folks from Africa, the Middle East and Latin America now call Ottawa home. The Capital of Canada looks like a bland and boring place, especially when compared to bigger cities such as Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver. What do Ottawa folks do for fun? Wh...

Day 6: I'm a brat 1000% I flat out make the decisions to break rules. I stand On the stage at the club with all the vips waiting to see who will punish me tonight. My ass is so sore from the last 5 days and the plug is my ass placed there last night is burning.
I pushed for this punishment and I will get it. As I stood there I could see there are restraints at each corner of the bed. The whipping bench had been brought out. But it was in an angle position which was normally used to ass fuck slave. I knew...

Waking up to the sound of rain tapping upon the window, my eyes slowly adjusted to the grey light of a blustery fall day.   I was immediately aware of the warm body I was spooned up against, and even more aware of my morning wood, safely nestled between the cheeks of the most amazing ass I had ever had the good fortune of seeing.   Still not believing my good luck, I lifted the covers slightly to peer down at the swell of her hip, delighting in the knowledge that I had indeed "gotten all up in that"... well...

Time passed. Victoria was stuffed full of cock, her cunt on top of and riding, no swallowing, Zach's Black beast like a hungry whore as her well-oiled butthole was pounded by my cock. Zach had shot one load up into her pussy, and while that come was draining down on his stomach, she was in what seemed like one constant state or shaking orgasm. Both were groaning and moaning, the air filled with human-animal sounds and smelling of sex, my sole focus--that rare and exquisite contact between my cock in her but...

Sean Ch. 02 - A Lonely Wife
Sean has the Lonely Wife and breeds her
WARNING: This story series involves scenes of sex, light domination, discipline, cuckolding, breeding, oral and anal with yielded wives. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old....

Note: all stories are fantasy-based fiction and mixed with actual experiences.
Nat initially fought to regain his masculine identity over the next two weeks, and what he initially hoped would only be a one-time event in the shower room, came true, and to his disappointment. He found it hard to step away from the taste of raw hard dick in his mouth, along with the powerful intimidating presence of the man who lent it to him to play with....

Welcome back, returning readers, to the ongoing pansexual adventures of our young couple Karlee and Tommy! Thank you for your patience, and thank you more for your continued excitement for this narrative. We hope you are all well and taking care of yourselves... both in the standard needful ways and, hopefully, in some fun ways as well....

For Jackie, embarrassment was inexorably linked to pleasure. Due to her unique anatomy, every sexual encounter she ever had involved some form of deep shame and embarrassment. Jackie was a dickgirl or futanari. Despite being a woman, instead of a tight feminine pussy between her thick black thighs, Jackie had a pair of round fat nuts in a dark ball sack and a massive, oversized bitch-dick to match. When fully erect, her trouser-snake was a huge 11 inches--the biggest cock Jackie had ever seen, even in porn....

Time did stand still, but my cock, buried in Victoria's butt did not. My initial load shot, it was in tantric gear, pulsating wildly through NEMO orgasm after orgasm. My mind had essentially checked-out. All I really know is that I was in a heavenly place. At some point I began to come out of my delirium, looked down at that tiny white butt sticking out from under the black pleated skirt. My cock was still hard and happy, her butt impaled. As my eyes followed her body forward, it became clear that she still...

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Kyle, please feel free to pretend this is about you.
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Jenny Ferguson had a reputation in her neighborhood as an excellent hostess. Everyone loved getting one of her invitations. This year's holiday party was going to be something special, but not the way everyone was thinking. In the privacy of her room, she let herself scowl, fuming. What had begun as a suspicion had led her down a long, ugly road, that finished off with the envelope she'd looked at for probably the hundredth time since she had gotten it....

The Unexpected Back Door Visitor!

This is a stand-alone story. (Er - ish)
NOTE - This story has elements of voyeurism, romance, mature and arguably incest but that has not affected the category as anal is the predominant.
Many thanks to FreyaGersemi for Beta Reading and sprinkling her fairy dust over it, buckets and buckets of fairy dust! But any remaining errors are my own. Read her stories here. Freya's Stories....

Hey guys it's me again and after I told you about my first time in general I'm open to tell you about my first time anal. At the time I was still an anal virgin. I'm skinny with good curves and have quite big tits too so I never had trouble with dating boys but never did anal with one yet. I did let my ex-boyfriend fuck me and even tho we did lots of positions we never did anal as I was too scared....

Pin me under you.
One fist in my hair, the other grabbing and pushing my ass up as you push your cock with torturous slowness in my wet and aching pussy. My whimpers muffled by the fluffy pillow my face is buried into, my need for you too strong as I try to reach behind to pull you closer.
"Such a greedy little slut." You growl in my ear and pin my hand on my back. "You just can't wait to be taken."...

Holy shit......
The peeking ring shamelessly dilated -- to a significant degree -- while quivering sporadically to reveal the fleshy hole punctuating the awe-striking bulbous bottom - wafting out a slight cheesy mist to the already pungent urinal.
It continued, breathing in the collective reek of agen dried semen plastered and splayed on the tiled walls of the filthy debasing urinal - all while her beautiful white-nailed fingers clenched and unclenched in trepidation....

Taken in the minivan
Short recap for new readers. This is the follow up to Taken in the basement which is a follow up Taken in the store, which is a follow up to Taken on the bus, which is a follow up to Taken on a short cut. Our heroine, affectionately called Fuckmeat, Fuckdoll or Bitch, was out for a short errand and was ravaged by three men walking through the forest, and then another four men on the bus, and two men at the supermarket, and finally two men and a woman in the basement of her building. ...

"SODOMIZE ME IN THE SAND"
Co-Written by Snowy_Secret & Uhl B. Wett
We had fallen asleep in each other's arms, at the end of day three of our weeklong cruise, with the sliding door to the balcony still open and the Caribbean moon shining brightly. We woke early the next morning, showered, and were sitting naked on the sofa kissing and groping as lovers do, making plans for the day when there came a knock on the door....

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. Comments are appreciated. All characters are 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
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I was just returning from the dorm shower to my room, towel wrapped around my nakedness and room key gripped tightly in my hand. Several of the guys, including my roommate Dan, were slinking suspiciously down the hall ahead of me....

The Therapist:
"I am not the kind who sees a therapist. I am a woman who is in control of her fucking life."
"Yet, here you are again," said Dr. Rene Vesper.
I sighed. I did not know how to answer that question. I couldn't admit she helped me. But, helped me with what? I changed the topic.
"I swear, some days, I'm the goddamn glue holding that whole fucking office together," I muttered. "Every crisis, every deadline--pile it on. I'll handle it. Because who the fuck else will?"...

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Chapter 4
Sylph saliva, in fact, did not wash off easily. For something that came from a girl made of wind and water, the substance was extremely viscous and never dried. Honestly, it would be the perfect lube if it were mass-produced. Feeli...

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. Comments are appreciated. All characters are 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
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"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, as Juliet stared unrelentingly at our entwined bodies. Alex and I were naked, laying in a puddle of crushed marigolds, sex juices, lube, sweat and cum. Dried sticky criss-crossed our bodies. Marigold stained the bedclothes a golden yellow....

Time passed.
Life for a cock, deep in the butt, is a beautiful thing. It just feels right. Sublime. Anyone who's been there knows that. No cock would want to leave. When it's your mother's butt, and your first time in any woman's butt, that's real special. Zach was loving where he was, even if he wasn't all that lucid at the moment. Victoria was loving where she was, doing what any mother would want to do--give it up for her son. Understanding him, what he needs, and what a joy to be able to give him jus...