John was short, not crazy short, but short for a guy, he was maybe 5’6″. Mike was crazy tall, he looks like he might have to duck slightly to get through doorways. Both were in decent shape, late 20’s to early 30’s. John was compact, dark hair, tan complexion and friendly smile. Mike looked like a fucking Viking, with a buzz cut.
They were on the last train leaving the city, besides one other person (me) there was no one else in the car. I watched the two of them eyeing each other, I could almost taste the sexual tension. Mike looked a me, a silent question, I glanced at John and then back and Mike, a coy smile and nod of my head in answer. Mike moved over to John and roughly grabbed a fitful of dark hair and tugged while reaching down and rubbing John’s already obvious hard cock through his shorts. John’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in pleasure at the mix of rough and gentle touches. John reaches for the waistband of Mike’s pants and swiftly unbuckles the belt and opens the pants to release Mike’s cock. John’s eyes bug slightly at the sight, and even I let out a soft moan at the sight of this monstrously huge cock, standing at attention a small drop of precum glistening at the tip. John’s tongue darts out and quickly licks up the precum before he uses his mouth to worship the cock before him. Mike holds John’s head with both hands as John greedily sucks and licks his cock. Then Mike starts thrusting, holding John’s head in place and fucking his face, forcing all of himself in and down John’s throat. John’s gasps and moans are muffled but it’s very obvious that he’s enjoying himself, his shorts now have a damp spot from the precum he’s been leaking. Mike pulls John’s head away and then pushes his face towards his balls. John eagerly starts licking and sucking, his tongue swirling around and over Mike’s balls as Mike moans in pleasure. Then suddenly Mike shoves his cock in John’s mouth again, all the way to the hilt and holds him there as he lets out a huge bear-like growl as he cums. Slowly John pulls away from Mike’s cock, and I can see that John chin and chest are covered in Mike’s cum that had spilled out. John hungrily licks his lips and uses his fingers to help him lick up every last drop of cum. Both men smile at each other as Mike tucks himself away and does his pants up and John cleans himself up. Eventually they remember me and both shoot me shy smiles which I return with a smile of my own letting them know that I’d enjoyed the show. The train pulls into the last stop and quietly we all exit the train and all head in different directions. Idly I wonder if I’ll ever see them again, but mostly I can’t wait to get home to my vibrator, my greedy pussy is begging for an orgasm after the show I just saw.
Category: Erotica
Battle of the immortals (Part II) [ff]
Liz, not to be outdone, spat back on Kate’s face. “Looks like this will be a dirty bitch on bitch fight then!” Liz yelled.
“No, this will be a bitch vs slut fight!” retorted Kate, and let fly another wad of spit at Liz’s face.
“Yeah, and you’re the slut!” responded Liz in kind, with a wad of spit of her own.
“Slut vs slut it is then!” spat back Kate.
“Come, fight me like the dirty slut you are!” With that Kate let her sexy mouth open wide, challenging her sexy rival.
Liz, recognising the challenge, spit directly in Kate’s open mouth.
“Spit back bitch!” growled Liz and opened her mouth wide.
Kate spat back into Liz’s open mouth and yelled “Take my spit you filthy slut!”
The two filthy ladies continued their spitting war for some time, each spit followed by insults.
“Fight me dirtier, slutty bitch!” Liz roared at Kate.
As if both could read each others minds, they both took a step back and started to piss on each other. Their golden liquid washing away the dirt on each others naked bodies, leaving them glistening in piss.
Battle of the immortals
It was not a widely known fact that Liz Hurley and Kate Beckinsale were actually immortals who would come together once every 50,000 years to battle each other for several thousand years. Their hatred for each would drive them to fight with increasingly dirtier tactics and with more brutality every time they met.
The time of their meeting was once again at hand. The last time they parted, they agreed to fight with swords so each could taste the others blood. However when they saw each other this time, a more carnal desire came over them.
So instead of a sword fight, they engaged each other in a catfight, ripping and tearing each others clothes off, pulling hair and slapping each other with abandon. They were writhing against each others sweaty bodies and slamming their wet cunts together. As their bitch to bitch combat was heating up, they shoved their tongues in each others mouths, swapping spit and moaning while their cunts gush into each other.
Liz then says to Kate “Lets finish this bitch!”, and Kate responds “I’ll finish you slut!”
Sexy glade, sexy sexy
Lady: “Mister, what are you doing alone in my wood on this dark night?”
Lahdy: “Oh, hello! What are we doing in this glade?”
Lady: “This is my grandpoppy, Dicki’s.”
Lady: “Look at my vagine!”
Lady: “Wow! I’ve never smelled an egg in a glass vagine.”
Lady: “Well, let’s play a movie.”
Lady: “On Netflix?”
Lady: “No, in the vagine.”
Lady: “Can we not handcuff me to the gopher?”
Lady: “But whips are not painful for this soft mommy! ;) “
Lady: “Ok, let’s play a dominating game.”
Lady: “How?”
Lady: “Well, first strip me from these burdens. Next, lather me in coconut oil. Then, pull out a deck of cards. Finally, nibble and exfoliate me.”
Lady: “How soft your skin is, m’lady!”
Lady: “That’s because I play this game alllllllll the time.”
Lady: “Can I invite my walrus?”
Lady: “Where will he put his tusks?”
Lady: “Obviously, they both can be used as decoration on the cake for my party later.”
Lady: “Fantastic! Where should flap his tail?”
Lady: “HE should flap his tail alllllllllll over me.”
Lady: “Great! But, what should I do with my snow leopard? Can HE come too?”
Lady: “No, his nails are too sharp. They would cut my vagine.”
Lady: “Waaaaait a minute. I thought you liked that.”
Lady: “Yes, people often assume that the trail of cuts running from my inner thigh through my vagine are from sexual scratches. However, that’s just because I too own a snow leopard.”
Lady: “Wow, how fast does he ride you up the mountain?”
Lady: “He rides me sooooooooo fast.”
Lady: “Cool. Cool cool cool. I recently was thinking about whether bestiality or incest would be more likely to be accepted in mainstream sex. Glad we on same page, betch!””
Awake in the middle of the night
I’m in bed alone, asleep, when something wakes me. I turn my head to look at the clock, but I can’t see anything, and I realize there’s something covering my eyes… I’m blindfolded! When I try to move my hand to uncover my eyes, I discover that I can’t, and my legs and arms are tied to the bed. I struggle against the bindings for a while, but it doesn’t help, so I give up.
I try to listen for any sounds that could give me a clue who is doing this to me, but there is nothing. I try to wriggle my wrist free, but that doesn’t work either. I test my bonds to see how far I can move, but it’s only a couple inches, not enough to reach anything that could help me get free. I’m so frustrated that I thrash around and scream, and when I give up doing that, I hear a low chuckle.
Hot Grease
The day was hot, but not as hot as the burning passion that engulfed Grimace as he walked into the Golden Arches of discovery that summer day. It was a slow one, with the current top 40 hits playing on a seemingly endless loop, “Motherfucker, how long ’till my shift ends?!”, Ronald asked himself, checking the clock for what felt like the 30th time this hour.
His whole world changed when Grimace walked in, at first it was just a leap of his heart, then he knew he had to get some of that sweeeeeet purple stuff, RIGHT NOW.
Without either of them saying a word, Ronald jumped over the counter, his sudden attraction giving him the strength and agility of an Olympian. All Grimace could manage was a small blush before he was dragged into the break room for some customer service.
Ronald shut the door behind them and pressed Grimace against a wall, kissing him and whispering softly into his ear, “I want you”.
Grimace’s dreams had finally come true, now was the time, now at last he could confess his love to the clerk he’d spent many a night fantasizing about.
Mother May I Part 3
Dear Diary,
My relationship with Victor has taken an interesting turn. Since he moved back into the house with me our relationship had been all but perfect, we spend time together often and have formal dates out. We have been a happy couple with an amazing sex life and have experimented with a lot of new things, but what happened tonight is something I had never expected.
Earlier this week my daughter Lexi came home from college for a visit, she had gone off to college in Europe at 17 with a scholarship, I was a very proud mother. We kept in touch but I hadn’t seen her in person for over a year. When she came home I barely recognized her, she reminded me of myself at that age. Her long brunette hair curled around her pink cheeks, she had started wearing tight denim shorts that hugged her firm, round ass, her perky young breasts peaking out of a sheer top. She was gorgeous and so grown up, the three of us spent the week together as a normal family, we didn’t tell Lexi about our relationship but we had a feeling she knew something was going on.
The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]
The Don
Present Day:
I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.
My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.
Read The First Hot Part Of My BDSM/Spanking/Daddy Dom Romance & Sequel to Daddy’s Rules
Hello,
I have had a wild day! My divorce is finally drawing to a close, contracts exchanged on my house and I am now moving to my own place and a new life next week. I did want to write a sequel to Daddy’s Rules based on the original characters but after today, I was inspired to write about new ones and events in my own life which I did in the original book. On top of that, the pic of the model I used for Return To The Chateau seemed to fit more with the male character in Daddy’s Rules: The Rescue.
I hope that you enjoy the first part and if you haven’t read the first, Daddy’s Rules, remember you can early download the digital version straight to your Kindle and on to any other device now at Totally Bound Publishing’s Website. You can also pre-order the PRINT version and on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. This book will be on general release on the 25th July.
Happy Reading! Let me know if you enjoy it.
Arabella
Daddy’s Rules: The Rescue
The Ripe Redhead (Part 1) [MF] [nc] [bd]
I’d very much like to get some feedback, as this is my first attempt at a story outside of patchy RP on forums. I’m hoping to get constructive criticism that I can use when writing the continuation of this story.
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He was a wicked man. A cruel, sadistic monster. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had just arrived in a fresh town, having just made a hasty exit from the last town after his most recent escapade. He had just his van still, his would-be infamous van, of not for his pristine record. Poor girl, he thought, reminiscing their last moments together, before he planted her in the garden behind the cabin. She was such a beautiful creature, but the woman was spent, and he had to find a new plaything.
He pawned a few of the previous girl’s valuables at a seedy pawn shop, the kind that never asks nor answers questions, and used the money to buy some food. He never kept trophies, and never left a trail. His victims always disappeared into the ether, and always arrived in his domain on the other side, to live through hell and pay with their bodies for his pleasure.