arlorust, Author at NSFW story

Make me cum … I want to cum.

I have been having trouble with this young woman for some time now. If you want to write “good” you have got to have a focus and she is my focus. She has red hair but she’ll argue it is brown and she has bangs that go to above her eye brows and she is as innocent as the morning dew—be cautioned because she is just as fleeting. Her skewed smile is full of oversized little girl teeth and it says “Just love me and I will give myself to you!” She will fuck you all day long and longer until you beg for mercy but she will only do this when she gets in the mood. She is my ex step daughter Sarah. I am done fucking her mother and divorced from her. Now I usually fuck Sarah and sometimes some of her friends, I am a good looking and in shape hard working old drunk of a man. I would be happy just drinking until I past out in my la z boy recliner but her friends seem to want my dick in their holes.

The success story of Mona’s Botanicals Ltd or Stop Me Before I Write Again.

Mona became so successful selling her sensually scented soiled under things to men that she had to quit her teaching job to keep up with the demand for her product. At first she’d sneak off to the teachers lounge every chance she could to masturbate in a pair for the many customers who’s preference it was for such care and handling. As orders piled in she took to masturbating at her desk during class. Her clitoris in one hand and grading papers with her infamous “Red pen for marking” in the other, it was evident she was having trouble keeping up with orders. Mona’s success came quickly. Who could have guessed? This is a story of a young girl who grew up self conscious of her pussie’s pungent odor and her curvy body, which was an exact likeness of the one depicted in Alexandre Cabanel’s painting “The Birth of Venus”—the pencil thin model craze left her feeling undesirable and lonely. But today no man wants to be in bed with a stick. Mona has come into her own, and come she does.

I am not a well man, stop me before I write again.

Industrious little Sarah took a job at the Sit-N-Sip Inn, a cocktail lounge on the less populous end of Main Street in downtown Lapeer Michigan. Soon school would be out for the summer but for now it was school, study and work for sexy little and innocent Sarah. Hiring Sarah was the best move that Dirty Doug Garnet, the owner of the Sit-N-Sip Inn ever made. Although too young to serve alcohol, her bending over the ice chest and filling empty glasses with frozen water for veteran bartender Jimbo “Jinx” Rockney was doing wonders for business.

Sarah was a dirty blonde with pigtails and shorts so short you could taste her pudendum from the jukebox side of the bar. On the jukebox at the Sit-N-Sip Inn by the way were songs like this: [https://youtu.be/4N3iVHxP8FQ](https://youtu.be/4N3iVHxP8FQ) and in Dirty Doug Garnets bar there was never any confusion among the patrons as to which restroom to use. God, if only the rest of the country could be so obliging. Clever little Sarah deliberately perked her ass up high while bent over that ice chest so as to present the illusion of a wanting and waiting vulva. Old men with no teeth were suddenly staying out way past their bedtimes and congratulating Dirty Doug on his latest acquisition. When did you ever hear of the “Ice girl” bringing home more in tips than the bartender? Jinx no less. Read more »

More antics with John and Sarah. Remember for this post it’s opposite day up equals down!

John almost always knocks on Sarah’s door before entering but this time he did not. Whoa! What he thought he saw was his step-daughter Sarah wearing his dirty work shirt from yesterday and sitting at the foot of her bed with with the ball of the bed post pressed tight to her butt and fingering herself. The room had the unmistakable smell of aroused “cunt”. She was on her back and the shirt was open and her huge breasts hung slightly athwart. On her dangling feet were his worn out work boots that he had thought were lost. They were untied, dirty and too big. He backed out from her room pulling the door with him.

Sarah in the throws of her self induced passion called for him to stay. “Excuse me Sarah!” “Stay Daddy, stay, I want you to watch me—please I want you to.” Sarah had been waiting for this situation since she started masturbating six years ago. “Sarah! Really!” said John disbelievingly. “Daddy, you might as well stay and watch me, that which has been seen cannot be unseen.” John who has listened outside of Sarah’s bedroom door since she started masturbating six years ago folded his arms and deciding to stay he leaned a shoulder against her door jam. This is gonna be good he thought and so did she. He too had one of his dirty work shirts on, also unbuttoned and his work boots too, were untied. “Ok Sarah I’m all eyes!” he said warmly. “Ok Daddy!” she said brightly, “Um, Ah, give me a minute here, I’m nervous now!” Read more »

Sarah’s walk home.

Sarah walked home after the Lapeer High football team “incident”. She was nauseous. In addition to the gang fucking she endured by the promising young boys, virile and industrious as they are, after fucking her “cunt” —for lack of a better word, they formed a second line with its origin at her mouth. Little Sarah swallowed a lot of semen and sperm for such a petite thing. And a what a THING she was too—young boys can be so cruel. They chanted DRINK, DRINK, DRINK! They called her a Cumdumpster and shouted Fuck Doll. Hands from out of nowhere held her mouth closed and forced her to swallow, boy juice was coming out of her nostrils for Christ’ sake. Sarah was expecting an orderly line of civil young men each taking some time with her and maybe a kiss and a thank you. She didn’t know football teams had an offensive team, a defensive team, a kick return team and a second string to compliment it all. When I tell you the following you are gonna vomit like Mr. Roper the one armed Janitor did while cleaning the locker room floor that evening. Both Varsity and Junior Varsity were there that day! It got so chaotic that many of boys were just masturbating willy-nilly all over her. They stood shoulder to shoulder and squeezed against each other like pigs at a trough for a position next to the “Love Doll”. It was a fiasco, after the second hour her clitoris was raw and numb, with her vagina defeated she endured another hour of cunt pounding punishment without a single orgasm. Read more »

Big Daddy John and Sarah the Lilliputian.

We know John has a bit of the “taste” for alcohol. You could say he drinks because he’s had a hard life—yada, yada and yada—and that his once wife, Sarah’s mom, fucked a million guys behind his back, yada, yada, yada, but John just loves to quell his ever rampant running mind and look at a fancy colorful world that only exists in Hollywood. So he drinks.

John woke up tied to his bed and to the sound of his sweet little Sarah sucking on his penis. She was on her knees between his quite restrained and quite spread legs. She had her “Little Mermaid” nightgown on and he was tied all willy-nilly with odd bits of rope and string and a silk robe belt from a Hello Kitty bath robe pajama set he bought many years ago. It looked like the work of the Lilliputians of Gulliver’s Travels fame except for the pair of dirty panties with their cunt stained cotton panel out, on his face. “Sarah!” he grumbled. “Good morning Daddy!” she countered and she put her mouth back to sucking on his penis and her hand back to fingering herself. “Sarah!” He said with more depth. Read more »

Back to Daddy John and Sarah.

I told you earlier that two things have become evident; Sarah is a nymphomaniac and Sarah was instrumental in getting her mother out of the house. On Sarah’s being a nymphomaniac I will tell you now. Sarah’s mother incidentally suffered from nymphomania, I don’t know if you could say that Rose actually suffered from it but her husband John sure did.

John is like a large Diesel engine and like all things that have a lot of mass and are governed by Newtonian physics he is slow and lumbering and doesn’t change speed or direction readily or at all without the application of great force or forces. Sarah is as nimble and responsive as a gas chainsaw. She has gotten herself on birth control without her stepfathers knowledge and has quite a following of boys at school.

Those in call themselves members of Club Sarah and give each other obligatory fist bumps, those that wish to be in call Sarah a whore and the male teachers don’t dare say a word they just salivate at the sight of her nipples poking through her way too small and tight shirts. The girls are envious of Sarah’s new found popularity and all of the attention she is getting in the halls and the back of classrooms and the rear most seats of the buses of Lapeer High School. Read more »

Oh dear I forgot, back to Sarah and john.

Sarah chastised John for his insensitivity with respect to all she does around the house. “I cook, I clean and I do your stinky dirty laundry. I was on your side when Mom was fucking my soccer coach, and I was up all night answering those stupid 500 e-mails for you, so you could get some sleep. You don’t appreciate me Daddy!” she shouted, and in a huff she ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door behind her. A muffled, “I hate you, I hate you,” made its way through the hinges. Read more »

A second installment about Max the impotent magnate and Sarah.

Remember Sarah, let me tell you about what happened to her a few years back. She was a director at Simon and Schuster and a favorite of Max Schuster the third’s. Well Max ultimately made her a VP. She was the fair haired golden child as they say. She showed a lot of promise. “She delivers.” Max often told the others. The others were all envious of the relationship she had with Max, and the reverence in which he held her.

Tom Fink was the IT guy at S & S as they called it. An amorphous blob of bagel eating flesh. A day didn’t go by that there wasn’t a poppy or caraway seed stuck in his teeth, butter or cream cheese on his shirt and the tail, at least a half inch of which, wasn’t protruding from his pants zipper. He gave the impression that he was always angling for something. You couldn’t put your finger on it (another figure of speech, sorry but they are so effective) but he was the type of person one couldn’t let their guard down when one was around. He was bright just as most good programmers always are. The smell of Toms body odor was reminiscent of the rendering of blubber into sperm oil. Read more »

The story of Max the erectionless old man publisher and Sarah. A first installment.

They weren’t writing, they were dancing. These were in memo form. Their writings were thinly disguised attempts to win the favor of each other. It was a dance as much as it was a display of fine swordsmanship. Him a thrust, her a parry. The dance would take a long time to complete. The idea of the dance was to create tension and desire. When this dance was done and she surrendered her gift to him he would mount her and he would be forever lost in her event horizon. That’s why we are here on earth.

I am going to quit drinking but not as long as I can get away with it. The smell of a good smelling cunt is very distinctive and it makes a person—more so than a dog, which is known for a good sense of smell—rock hard and horny. A good smelling pair of a girls dirty panties with just the right stink can send a fella into a tizzy. It can make him do things that he’d only do drunk. Sarah left a pair of her soiled panties on Max’s desk. She was a long distance runner and she prepped these especially for him. She gave them to Mrs. Hathaway, Max’s secretary (Administrative assistant as you’d call her these days, I’m old, excuse me.) in a box and told her to be sure he got them. Guess what else Sarah told Mrs. Hathaway? “Don’t say where they came from!” said Sarah. Mrs. Hathaway, no stranger to love and a great grandmother winked at Sarah. Read more »