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A roman Slave part 3 [slave] [interracial] [mf]

The guards at the compound opened the large wrought-iron gates and let our cart through. Cato had spent the entire journey staring off into the distance, fondling me idly with his free hand. I wished that he would place his fingers down between my lips, as the time in the box had made me shudder and shiver with anticipation, but I dared not make the request. If he wished to use his fingers on me then I could be certain that he would.

As the guards secured the gates Cato finally came to his senses and ran his fingers through his hair and slapped his cheeks to wake himself up.

“Draw me a bath when we get inside,” Cato commanded when the cart stopped outside the entrance to the building. He went into his chambers while I went to the well and began to draw water. It was a long process to draw a bath, as first I had to drag bucket after bucket of water to the vats for boiling, and then from the vats to the enormous square stone bathtub. Read more »

Prison Shower Short Story [ff] [strap-on]

Amy ran her fingers through her long, silky black hair and washed the shampoo through. That was the only good thing about this place: in Carson’s Locke Prison, the female inmates were the most valuable commodities, so they didn’t spare any money on high-quality moisturizers and shampoos. They wanted the girls to look their best—it made them more fuckable.

The showers were spaces evenly apart so close that Amy could have reached out to touch the naked woman next to her. This, too, was done for a purpose: there were close to ten cameras covering every inch of the showers, and the tapes were sold to the highest bidder.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, turning quickly.

“Calm down, girl, there’s no need to throw a fit.” Butch. Amy couldn’t decide if the woman was as bad or worse than the prison guards. Butch was a favorite among the men running the place, simply because she was more than happy to take advantage of every naked girl she came across, and she was so big and burly that few girls would even resist. She was their little star, and though they would often come into her cell to drop a load off down her throat, she maintained the position at the top of the food chain among the inmates. Read more »

[mf] [public] [oral] Dinner with the folks

“Delicious bolognese, Mrs. Walters,” I said, smiling across the table. I was nervous meeting Sammy’s parents but so far the dinner was going fairly well. Mr. and Mrs. Walters were from old money, meaning that instead of a home they had a mansion and were only a hair’s breadth away from having servants.

“It’s an old family recipe. Sammy will make it for you one day, or have people make it for you,” Mrs. Walters said with a smile. I could see where Sammy got her good looks; Mrs. Walters was a true American beauty, with soft skin and a lithe figure, complete with pearls and a thousand dollar dress. Mr. Walters was very much her counterpart: the strong quarterback type with the muscle slowly running to fat as the years passed by. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see an old letter jacket framed and on the wall in his study.

“I do hope that Sammy is going to be up for some dinner once she’s finished,” Mrs. Walters said with a winning smile. I looked down beneath the table, where my girlfriend’s head was bobbing level with my crotch. It wasn’t a proper dinner without Sammy on her knees sucking my cock beneath the table. Read more »

Confessions of a Cum Dump [mf, BJ, swallow]

“Huh? What?” He grunted, barely awake. I lifted my head out of his crotch and smiled at him from under the blanket. “Oh, okay,” he mumbled, dropping his head back to the pillow.

I went back under and brightly his shaft into my mouth once more, relishing the feel and the taste of his meat. Brian had been one of those men that was really awkward around women when I first met him. Being a beautiful redhead with a slim figure and a naturally large bust, he had barely been able to string a sentence together when talking to me. But that had changed when he’d found out about my not-so-secret passion…

“Mmmmm,” I moaned as I drew him in deep to the back of my throat. I couldn’t live without my morning cock-worshipping routine, bringing pleasure to a man was my only purpose in life.

He began to slightly buck his hips and I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go down his shaft so that it tickled his balls as his moving hips caused him to thrust in past my tonsils. I couldn’t disguise a smile as I let him fuck my throat, drawing in his scent and his taste. I wished the feeling would last forever, but unfortunately, it didn’t last nearly as long. Read more »