His Daughter’s Friend is Trouble [Mf]

This summer at the lake house was supposed to be time for Marc to bond with his estranged teenage daughter, Emily. But Emily brought a friend, an internet bikini babe named Cat who turned his idyllic vacation into a living nightmare. The nineteen year old blonde sauntered around his lake house in skimpy bikinis, teasing Marc with her great tits and a peachy ass. He had already caught her giving a blow job to the pizza delivery guy and wondered if she was having lesbian sex with his seventeen year old daughter. Then he made the worst mistake of his life and drunkenly gave into Cat’s sexual advances. He laid in bed worrying what the vixen will do next.

Marc was nearly asleep when he heard his door creak open. Dressed in a t-shirt and panties, Cat walked into his room. Her blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight.

“What?” he whispered.

“Let’s do it again,” she said, crawling in beside him. “Let’s fuck.”

She kissed him with her pink pouty lips which ignited the fire in his loins. He took her eager body into his arms, becoming lost in the sensation of the warm young flesh rubbing against him. He stopped when he thought about Emily walking in. He got out of bed, grabbing Cat by the hand.

His Daughter’s Friend Is Trouble [Mf]

This summer at the lake house was supposed to be time for Marc to bond with his estranged teenage daughter, Emily. But Emily brought a friend, an internet model bikini babe named Cat who turned his idyllic vacation into a living nightmare. The nineteen year old blonde sauntered around his lake house in skimpy bikinis, teasing Marc with her great tits and a peachy ass. She was the biggest cocktease he’d ever seen. He’d already caught her giving a blow job to the pizza delivery guy and wondered if she was having lesbian sex with his seventeen year old daughter. Then he made the worst mistake of his life and drunkenly gave into Cat’s sexual advances. He laid in bed worrying what the vixen will do next.

Marc was nearly asleep when he heard his door creak open. Dressed in a t-shirt and panties, Cat walked into his room. Her blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight.

“What?” he whispered.

“Let’s do it again,” she said, crawling in beside him. “Let’s fuck.”

Dirty Sex in the Laundry Room [voy][MF][mast][monster cock]

It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.

Yes Headmaster [fM][role play][spanking][insertion][interracial Asian]

The school girl clothes were laid out on my bed. White panties, white knee socks, a white short-sleeve button down shirt, a short plaid skirt and a blue blazer; all a size small. I sighed before undressing from my jeans and t-shirt to put them on. Why do I have to look like a sixteen year old girl? At twenty one, I wish I had bigger breasts instead of 32A titties and a woman’s face like other girls on social media. I still looked the same as I did when I went to high school in my native Japan. I’m the typical Japanese girl; a petite body, fair skin, with long black hair. Nothing special. But then again, my looks are helping me pay for college and lifestyle here in the United States. As my friends here in the States say, it’s all good.

After dressing, I put a little sheer pink lip gloss on my little lips. I was now ready for Mr. Schaffer. I checked my bank account on my phone’s app to see he had transferred a thousand dollars into it. I was ready to go.

Sexbot, Come Home! [sci-fi][sexbot][Mf][oral]

Shelby’s eyes flew open from the homing signal booting up her system. With ninety percent power, she had enough to be on her way. She dressed and put on her shoes in the entertainment room, where she was left her face down on a couch, and walked from the house of the man who had illegally bought her. Her rightful owner had turned on her homing signal and she was on her way. At the end of his driveway, the pretty blonde sexbot set her bearings to a northwest pedestrian route and set about walking.

Five hours later, in the midst of Florida’s heat and humidity, Shelby’s sensors indicated she was close to overheating. Her coolant was evaporating from her skin in tiny beads of simulated sweat. And though she was operating on solar power, her reserves charged to capacity, she was still in need of coolant to complete her journey. She spotted a fueling station with a convenience store near a highway entrance, and headed towards it. She entered the cool store and walked up to the young male clerk behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Shelby and I require robot coolant. R260 grade.”

The Pleasure of Strangers [oral][Mf][Dom/Sub]

My eyes fluttered open. A soft grey morning light from an overcast day streamed through the window sheers. The mansion was dead quiet. I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower spritz on. I peeked up over the bed to see the Missus with her back towards me lying naked under duvet. I laid back down on the carpeted floor, pulling the blanket over my shoulders which ached from sleeping on the floor. My fingers lingered on the padded leather collar still around my neck. What the hell am I doing here in this sex club? Why did I allow myself to be sold to this couple; the dominant man and his beautiful auburn haired wife with boobs as big as mine. When they were done having fun with me last night, they kicked me out of the bed and made me sleep on the floor beside them. I awoke naked with my long sugar brown hair covering my face. I brushed it aside.

The mattress squeaked with movement and I looked up to see the Missus gazing over the side at me. Her hair was a delightful mess.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning.”

The Last Train at Midnight [MF, public sex]

Ever since Eden watched a couple having sex on a subway train on her commute home at midnight, she wanted to do the same. And when the same man, a devilishly handsome bad boy, caught her watching and told her to dress in lingerie under her coat and meet him on the platform at mid-night a week from that day, she laughed him off. But here she was, waiting for him on the subway platform, dressed in a black bra, panties and stocking beneath her winter coat on a snowy December night. She adjusted the coat, cinching the belt around her waist before wrapping her cashmere scarf around her neck. Her snatch was cold, hit with the cold updrafts seeping into her coat as she made her way down the subway steps to the near empty platform. She looked for him but didn’t see her and suddenly felt ridiculous being half naked beneath her coat. Then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see him. This is crazy. She doesn’t even know his name.

Escape From Mulholland Drive [Mf][BDSM][nc][anal insertion]

Maybe it was her adrenaline, maybe the discomfort of her body’s unnatural position, but Jenna emerged from unconsciousness to a drugged haze to see herself in a brick room filled with wine racks. Her jaw hurt from the rubber ball shoved in her mouth, held by leather straps across her tangled in her hair. Her hands yanked against the hard zip ties binding her wrists to rough iron table legs. Her stomach and breasts were squashed against cold glass and she moved her head from side to side to see that she was naked and splayed out spread eagle over a glass coffee table with wrought iron legs. Her tears smeared the glass beneath her face as she yanked at her bound ankles. They too were bound to table legs. Where was she? Given the dankness, the earthy smell, and bottles of wine, she could tell she was underground in a wine cellar with no idea if it was night or day or even what day it was.

“Sleeping beauty awakes.”