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It was about two hours before punishment time. Isabella had removed her mini-skirt and was sitting on my chest. Her lovely legs astride my face, her pussy on my mouth. She had slipped a fifty per cent PPP into her vagina. That was her preferred method of PPP delivery. I certainly did not object to her 'preferred method'....

Chapter 10
Priya's pussy in front of him was more trimmed than usual. Her thighs also seemed thicker. Her pussy started to gush again and then stopped. Frank looked up and his brain couldn't make sense of what he was looking at. Priya's stomach and hips, her breasts, looking extra swollen, but then a mess of shapes above her neck. Legs? What was happening?...

Temptation at Eddie V's
The warm glow of the chandeliers bathed the dining room at Eddie V's in a golden light, the soft hum of jazz filling the air as couples sipped their wine and murmured in low, intimate tones. At a corner table, tucked away just enough for privacy yet still in view of the lively restaurant, Carol and George sat across from each other, drinks in hand, the energy between them crackling with unspoken tension....

A short Little Emily Dreams story


Suck, Plug, Spank


by Emily Miller

I'm waiting. Waiting and apprehensive. But also excited. I'm actually a nervous wreck, pterodactyls battling with each other in my churning stomach. My heart beat seems to echo off the walls, and my mouth is dry. I'm sitting on the side of my bed in my studio apartment. Hands clasped. I realize that I'm jiggling my legs, both nervously, and in anticipation....

If looks could kill, I would have been dead when Anne got home. She'd obviously built up a head of righteous anger on the flight home and proceeded to blast me.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!"
"HOW DARE YOU GO BEHIND MY BACK!"
"WHAT KIND OF A SICK PERVERT WANTS TO HAVE ANOTHER MAN FUCK HIS WIFE!"
"HOW DARE YOU SEND INTIMATE PICTURES OF ME TO ANOTHER MAN!"...

I have always had an interest in Black Females. I love the way they ooze sexuality & the Dominance. Also I am an Ass man & years of watching rap videos. Of Black women. Twerking their Assess made me more than Interested & I needed more.
I started off just watching the odd interracial scenes with Black Women & White Men having sex. Then wanted to see more of their Voluptuous Black Booties....

My name is Sandy. I have been happily married (well, mostly happily), to my second husband for 15 years. I'm 59 years old, have long brown hair (as long as I keep up with the dye to get rid of the gray), sparkling green eyes and a little bit of a pudgy face.
Yes, I'm fat. My husband calls it Rubenesque, the porn sites would call me a bbw, but I'm fat. I'm average height and weigh about 220 pounds, most of that is in my belly and my ass since my breasts are only C cup. Everything is saggy, I have belly ro...

I finish my tasks at the office in a rush, watching the clock inch toward the early afternoon. Vasso had already left for the day, having told me about her upcoming trip to the capital. A sense of urgency tingles through me, I'm due at Madam Olivia's house, and she never appreciates tardiness.
My heart pounding as I dash through the streets. I step in quietly, removing my shoes at the entrance, then proceed along the brief hallway. Inside the living room, I catch sight of her....

Chapter 2: Gym Bunnies
Bob and Suzanne lay awake, limbs tangled as they sprawled on his bed, sweaty, euphoric, and reeking of sex. Early morning sunbeams streamed in through the skylight.
"You seem to be my rebound boy," she said softly. "I feel like such a weight has been lifted."
"You're pretty good about lifting weights," he said, trying for deadpan....

A female enforcer in red came down the little aisle toward Andrea, still sitting in the Debtor's chair with her dress pulled up to her navel.
"Please vacate the Section in a timely manner," the woman kept her voice courteous. "There are showers to your right where you may wash up."
"Yes, ma'am," Andrea replied automatically, her brain still in that urgent obedience mode, her fear of the cost of petulance driving her to bow and scrape....

CHAPTER 3.
"How did baby sleep last night?" I hear my mom's voice calmly say.
"Good Mom, what's for breakfast?" I ask.
"Ok sweetie, A few ground rules. I've read the 'Age Play Guide' again, and this is what's going to happen. You will only call me 'mommy' for now on. During your daily activities, you won't speak unless spoken to, and will mainly use 1 or two word sentences. If you need to talk to me about important stuff, we can have some normal dialogue, only if I approve....

"Steven Collins?" The announcement of my name brought me round from my daydream in the surgery waiting room. My wife and I rose and headed for the room where my young Doctor stood at the door waiting to greet us.
"I hope you don't mind that I asked you both to come today. There are decisions to be made which involve you both."...

I return to the sauna through the locker room with my guest pass. Hard won but humiliated beyond measure. I'm tempted just to change back into my clothes and head home, but Alexander is waiting for me, wearing only a towel.
'I hope Maria didn't give you too much of a hard time, James.' He says lazily. 'I heard you walked all the way from the sauna in just your little panties.'...

Chapter 7
One day Frank sat down to write and noticed that the last save on his file was just a half hour prior. Yet he'd been out most of the day, so it couldn't have been him. Priya wasn't home either, so he chalked it up to some kind of error. He finished the editing on the voluntary squirt slavery story and closed the file....

Looking at her naked self in the mirror shes reminded again, like she could ever forget, exactly who she belongs to.
Running her hands down her body over her bite marked shoulder, with bruises cascading down her breasts, over her hard nipples tender to touch after daddys abused them.
All she did was walk out the shower in a very silly little towel and passed daddy slowly. In less than a few seconds he had her against the wall hand round her throat ordering her to drop the towel....

Chapter 1
Leon sat at his desk. Nothing interesting was going on and he'd finished his work early, so he was bored. He knew the boss would be watching if he left early, and it made sense to just sit and soak up money anyway. Looking out the window he saw someone walking near his car and looking in through the windshield. He was concerned, but waiting to make a decision on what to do based on whether the guy was about to put a flyer for Chinese food under his wiper....

I shouldn't have fucking let her wear it.
It was spring break, three years ago. A big group of us from college went to Miami for the week. Most of us were going into Junior year, but we had a few upcoming seniors in the mix who were mainly there to buy us alcohol.
My girlfriend, Elsa, brought three of her best friends. Two of them had boyfriends who came along. My best friend, Chase, was one of them. It was through Chase's girlfriend Alexa that I met Elsa. Alexa is a loud, outgoing type, just like Cha...

The University of Spades
The University of Spades stretches across an idyllic sprawl, a postcard-perfect campus where ivy clings to honeyed stone buildings, their arched windows glinting under a sky of endless blue, and emerald lawns roll gentle and pristine, dotted with ancient oaks and benches carved from polished walnut. The quad hums with life--flowerbeds bursting with crimson tulips, cobblestone paths winding past bubbling fountains, the air sweet with fresh-cut grass and blooming lilac, a deceptive...

The following content contains raceplay themes, which involve explicit and consensual roleplay exploring racial dynamics, stereotypes, or power imbalances. This is a fictional narrative intended for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect real-world beliefs or endorse racism. Reader discretion is advised; if you are uncomfortable with depictions of race in this context, please proceed with caution or skip this story...

"What a little slut," I thought to myself, completely turned on by her misbehavior.
I guess she deserves for me to say her name. Fuck it. My ex-wife, Karissa, continued grinding on Slash. He was head-to-toe in fake leather as well with his jacked unbuttoned. I was jealous that clear into his 30s, maybe older, he could still pull off that look. Plus he was grinding with my 24-year old wife....

Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, half-heartedly rolling his shoulders back in an attempt to make them seem broader. He had been doing push-ups earlier, hoping the burn in his arms would make him feel stronger, more solid--more like the man he was supposed to be. But the more he tried, the more unnatural it felt. His reflection in the mirror didn't exude strength or confidence; instead, it showed hesitation, like someone wearing clothes that didn't quite fit....

If you have stumbled upon this story its the third in the series. The first explains how I got to where I am now. The first being just my porn searches for Black Femdom. This is On going training by my Black Queen Gemini.
Slowly I woke up & look around my room. To my surprise the light is on. I am laying down on a bed with all my limbs tied to each bed post. Facing upwards I can feel the material under my naked body. It's s like some satin waterproof sheeting. To my dismay my Cock is still in its cock ca...

Can begged, saying, "I beg you, Faika Hanım, get me out of here, if you want money, I'll give you money, if you want a business, I'll give you the business, but please get me out of here." Your feet and shoes are so dirty, she said, and then she got slapped. She put a ball in her mouth and prevented him from talking. She crushed his penis with her ballerina. Faika Hanım started talking and said, "Now Mr. Can, you're mine, you'll get used to it. I don't need your money or your business, I have very good plan...

Context: Trevor is beginning to explore his desire for piss. He has booked a run-down motel for the weekend to experiment.
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Finally arriving at the motel he had booked, Trevor had fully come to accept that he was badly turned on by pissing. Wetting himself in the parking lot had felt phenomenal, if a bit embarrassing. He wasn't keen to repeat the involuntary public pissing -- he had simply misjudged his capacity there -- but he had loved the feeling of to...

After Ellie left, I sat in our empty room and thought. I said to myself that there's no way around it. You have to endure it. There's no use in feeling restless, uneasy, or rebel against; this is your fate. The path is clear, bow your head, and follow your fate.
There was no point for protesting or pretending. My feelings or objections did not matter for her. And feeling bad about her attitude wouldn't make any difference. I had two options; first to put an end to this and disappear from her life, or jus...

Therapist: Memory Maker - Part 5
I was driving to the Foster house just before 8:00pm and found myself reflecting back on what I'd been doing to the pair. They'd come to see me about three months ago about a marriage problem they were having. Jake was having a difficult time having sex with his wife and Emmanuelle was getting frustrated. She'd tried so many things to attract him, to get him excited, but nothing seemed to work. I worked with both of them together for a time and then with them individually...

Ours started out like many cuckold relationships do. It had been close to a year since my longtime girlfriend Alexandra and I first talked about her fucking someone else, but only three weeks ago that it got real. All those months we teased each other with the idea, fueling our passion with the fantasy of another man. It was my fantasy at first, and she had to drag it out of me. I was so afraid she'd be disgusted by my shameful desire....

For warnings and story summary, please see part 1.
The elevators are large, made to accommodate rush-hour crowds, with doors on the front and back of the car and benches to either side; an elevator ride can take up to ten minutes, given how large the district is. Mirrors around the walls discourage pickpocketing or other illicit activities when the elevators are full--but right now, Vera and the three girls have the car to themselves....

Digital Dominatrix 7
I returned to my desk after sending through photographic evidence of the fact that I was wearing a thong to work. I had to slip into the bathroom to do so but I wasn't too worried about it at the moment. Mostly because Emma, my co-worker, had already seen my thong!  
She didn't say anything about it, but she didn't have to, I had seen her reaction, then I had realized that my thong strap was on display above my pants thanks to an untucked shirt.  ...

The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Your lesson over with, you finished showering Miss Scarlet and Miss More's boots with kisses, then followed them dutifully out of the dungeon. With every step, your aching, thoroughly spent cock hung useless between your legs, drained of every last drop of cum just as your mind was drained of nearly every bit of who you once were....