My Kitten Sara (Part 2) [MF] [Sleeping Kitten] [Punishment] [Loving Master] [Vaginal] [Anal] [Cum Eating]

Sara asked me to write a sequel since she loved being my kitten so much ;)

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A few months had passed since I first got my kitten Sara, and she had become a constant companion. At nights she would cuddle up by the fire as I read sometimes trying to get between me and my book for attention, in the morning she would wake me up by sitting on my chest and begging for her milk. She was quite the handful but none of that mattered, she was the best little kitten a guy could ask for. Sara was a cute kitten with blonde brown fur and a fluffy brown tail, she has the prettiest blue eyes and a smile to die for. Around her neck sat a red collar with a Golden little bell and a tag with my name and address. She was my kitten and I was her master.

Sex on the beach

“Hmmm…your body glistens like a diamond in the sun, babe…” Jay mumbled, his voice husky, his hands caressing his girlfriend’s bare legs.
“Ah…I love the way you touch me, darling…reminds me of that Enrique song…” Maya laughed, as Jay’s fingers straddled her inner thighs, sending thrills of arousal down her spine.
“Enrique…yes. How romantic…you took the right person’s name…I will love you with my body just the way Enrique loves you with his music,” Jay mumbled, his hands rubbing her pubis.
“Yes…I’m waiting for your hands and your tongue and your mouth to rove all over my body, and then your prick to ram into me like a human jackhammer…” Maya provoked.
“Oh my God! You’re waking the dragon, babe!” Jay gasped, his fingers reaching her clitoris.
“Let it rouse, and then let it rouse me, and then we’ll devour each other! Come on Jay, devour me!” Maya demanded, gasping.
Jay’s nimble fingers rubbed her clitoris, pleasuring her.
Maya moaned in ecstasy, craning her neck backwards, feeling Jay’s hot breath on her skin.
They lay on a mat, covered with a huge canopy, propped on a staff, which shielded them partly from the scorching sun. The beach was deserted except for the both of them. They’d just frolicked in the sea fifteen minutes ago- their bodies were wet, and the drops of water made their skin glimmer in the sunlight.
Their naked bodies entwined on the mat, Jay lay on top of his girlfriend, his tall body covering her tall one, limb for limb. Her breasts pressing against his chest, her legs wrapped around his hips.
Maya ran her hands along his back, as his hand- the one not buried between her legs, was around her neck.
“Oh my God Jay!” Maya gasped, as he pleasured her harder, and she felt herself getting wet.
“Yeah babe yeah!” Jay gasped, encouraged. Beneath their writhing bodies, the coarse sand made a sound that came out like a very low scratching sound.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Maya shouted, as Jay made her come five minutes later.
“This is just the beginning, vixen,” Jay whispered, and then kissed her neck and collar bone, then moved down her chest.
“Take them, suck them babe…I want them in your mouth right now!” Maya demanded.
Jay laughed, and then took one of her nipples in between his lips, and sucked. He grunted in the back of his throat with pleasure.
“Suck me…yes…suck me…” Maya moaned, grabbing a tuft of his hair with one hand, another hand sneaking down to his groin.
Jay sucked harder, his teeth almost biting down on her areola.
Once done sucking, Jay’s tongue wetted and licked her nipple, making Maya laugh.
Then Jay turned his attention to her other breast, where he took her other taut nipple in his mouth.
While his long member slowly engorged with blood, owing to Maya’s magical hands.
Jay performed orgy after orgy on what he endearingly termed Maya’s melons, while she stroked his prick till it became a hot iron rod.
“I can’t take it anymore!” Jay gasped.
“Take me darling…take me…” Maya egged him on.
Jay propped himself up and pressed his palms into the mat, then gently his phallus inside Maya, pinning her down on the mat.
Maya arched her back and moved her hips in rhythm to Jay’s, as he moved his shaft in and out of her.
“Yes! Darling! Yes…get it there baby!” Maya gasped, as Jay’s thrusts grew harder, and quicker.
Jay grunted and thrust harder, his eyes fixed on Maya’s large breasts jiggling merrily and rubbing against each other.
“Yes! Jay! Yes!” Maya gasped, as Jay brought her to climax ten minutes later.
“Are you ready for a second time, babe girl?” Jay asked, laughing, fondling her breasts.
“Yes I am!” Maya declared, pulling Jay to her and enveloping him in her arms.
Jay, who still had an erection which was still inside his girlfriend’s pussy, started moving in and out of her again. By then their lovemaking had acquired a frenetic rhythm of its own.
The cool sea breeze caressed their naked, writhing bodies, as the heat of passion evaporated the water from their bodies. The coarse sand beneath the mat they lay on now made a low sussing sound.
They made love till evening stole over the skies and the sun went to sleep.
And then, as the sun dipped, they collapsed, exhausted, in each other’s arms, drenched in the sweat born of love’s labor.
– Penny , http://bit.ly/1XmJvvQ

While Gentle, They Fall

So this is a prologue to a longer work that I’m currently writing. I left the man unnamed on purpose, because he will be significant later in the story.

But let me know what you think, all positive criticism is welcome. And of course, the most important question is: would you keep reading?

Edit: I feel silly for forgetting to do this in the title (will deff remember for next time) but this is [MF]

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The movement along the beach was synced to the onslaught of gentle rain. Waves roared against the battered shoreline, their claws of agony poised, their worlds colliding with the thunder above. Rain fell steadily on to trembling heads and shoulders; the trees bent silently in the wind. From time to time there came outbreaks of cursory thunderclaps, as the bloated clouds strained over the smoldering cabin that sang a plume of despair, the battered sands that crumbled underneath the kiss of every drop, and the blood that lay soaked into the ground where it had fallen between the trees.

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Kissing a Stranger [FF]

*I write erotica for my wife and she thinks I have a decent talent. Tell me what you think. If you guys and gals like it, I will continue the series. This is the first time I have let anyone other than my wife to read any of the erotica that I write, so critique and constructive comments welcome! Thanks and I hope you enjoy.*

The music drowned out everything but shouting, the beat thumping through Ariella’s body and into the booth. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t hear anyone talking, because there was no one to talk to her. Jonathan, her date for the evening, had stood her up again. They had been out several times over the last three weeks, but the last two dates they planned, he was a no show.

My Kitten Sara [Petplay] [Cat] [MF] [Cum Eating]

Its been a long day and I seriously need to get home relax and unwind. Work has been tough recently and I got a new kitten to help me deal with the stress. They say the dog is mans best friend but they obviously never met Sara, such a sweet little girl, and she cares so much about her Master. I found myself thinking about her at work, just waiting to get home to play with her.

Finally I arrive at home and as I approach the door I can hear her purr already. My heart lightens and I can feel the stress of the day slide off of my shoulders. The door opens and Sara is at my heels in seconds, I can feel her rub against my leg as I walk, and I can hear purr just trying to get my attention. I drop my keys on the counter, my jacket on the hook, and I was home with my little girl. I get her some food and some water from the kitchen.

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The Vixen’s Party [MFFF] [Rough] [Con NonCon] [Incest] [Objectification]

**DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT THE WAY I BEHAVE IN THIS STORY, IT IS A PERSONIFICATION OF THE OBJECTIFICATION KINK I HAVE. NATURALLY I AM A NURTURING DOM/PLAYFULL SUB. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.**

I have no idea **HOW** I got here, living in the wet dream of any sane man to ever walk the earth, but here I am wide awake. Believe me I have the bruise from the pinch I used to prove it. You’re probably wondering what on earth I’m talking about, I must sound like the ramble from the mouth of a madman. Well to clue you in I have to start at the beginning, and it may not be a place your comfortable with.

I am a 22 year old, hot blooded, American male like anyone else walking down the street. I lust after any girl remotely salivating. When people ask me what my type is I reply simply “alive”. I don’t mean that in the “all girls are special” way, I mean that in the “well shes still breathing so that means shes still got a hot, tight, hole or two that I can use” way… See what I mean uncomfortable… well buckle up we’ve still got a ways to go.

I found my sister’s Reddit account part 4 [FF] [inc] [mast]

[The rest of the parts are here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sister_hannah/comments/4j3laa/i_found_my_sisters_reddit_account_story_index/)

I didn’t go to bed that night, until much, much later. I had put my plan together. I’d been handed a golden opportunity here, and I didn’t want to mess it up. I wanted to milk Rori for everything I could get out of her (metaphorically, of course). As eager as Rori was to make a little slut out of herself, I didn’t want to push things too fast and scare her off. First, I was going to nurture her need for exhibitionism. Then maybe I could get something even better out of her.

When Rori woke up in the morning, she would have a message waiting for her; a homework assignment from her “teacher”. She had to spend a day wearing the shortest skirt she owns with nothing underneath it. Now, I happened to know that she owned one very short skirt. It was a pleated, plaid, wannabe Catholic schoolgirl number. She didn’t wear it much, because it barely covered her underwear. On more than one occasion, I’ve gotten an eyeful of her ass as she bent over for something or walked up stairs, and she didn’t even wear them that often.

Tonight’s Theme Party: Vicars and Tarts [FF]

Theme parties at the Miami Key Club are always fun affairs. Roman orgy toga parties and key parties are fan favorites, but tonight we are partaking in a time honored costume party from England; a vicars and tarts party, where men dress like priests and women dress like slutty streetwalkers. It’s my first time hosting at this swinger’s club theme party and I want to make sure everything is perfect.

The sexy nun costume which came by mail was shorter than I expected. My ass cheeks peeked from beneath the short black, white-collared mini dress. Oh well, I’m committed. I put on the matching habit, tucking my long brown hair underneath before putting on my reading glasses and applying some deep red lipstick to my lips. Thigh high fishnet stockings glided up my legs, which I secured to hanging black garters, before sliding my feet into my ridiculously high heeled black leather pumps. I stood to look at myself in the mirror, turning to look over my shoulder to see the bottom of my ass cheeks striped with black garters. With a smirk on my face, and a wooden ruler in my hand, I left for the party.

Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 1: The Opening

Ashlynn was filled with a delicious nervousness. While she had first heard Lisa refer to the man sitting in her living room as Erostopholes, he seemed so distant that a name didn’t suit him. In her mind, he was only The Master. Not her Master, mind you. She served Lisa, who served Erostopholes. Every time he looked in her direction, her breath caught in her throat. Every time he spoke to her, the rest of her world faded away, and she was wrapped in his words, basking in his attention and terrified she would disappoint him.

He looked human, sitting in the couch of her small dorm suite, but she knew better. He was a demon prince, and she knew she should be scared, but was merely thrilled. Amber, her roommate, was terrified. While Lisa was their shared Mistress, Ashlynn was a favoured pet, while Amber was a desperate slave. Amber was hiding in her room, and hadn’t come out since she saw him walk through the door.

“M-Master?” Ashlynn called out, her words catching in her throat. She looked down at her navel and blushed, and hoped he thought it was cute. “Do you want a drink or anything?”

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Pop That Pussy (From Kinky Tales Volume 1)

Pop That Pussy

It was the middle of August, and one of the hottest days of the summer. In fact, it was just too damn hot for clothes.

I had just gotten off of work and could not wait to get home and relax. On my way home, I had the air conditioner in my car on full blast. Looking out of the front windshield, I could see the hot waves moving through the air. It was steaming outside. The radio and news stations had been broadcasting a heat advisory all day and had deemed the outside conditions to be unsafe for babies and the elderly. Hell, they should have said all human beings because I swear I saw the Devil himself and almost passed out on several occasions.

I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a bag of ice and a bottle of red wine to help me relax and wind down tonight before bedtime. The stores were crowded, and everyone was stocking up on bottled water by the cases. I always kept bottled water at home and in the trunk of my car in case of emergencies, so I was good to go.
As I pulled up to my condo, I pressed the button to open the garage door. Normally I would park in the driveway because I would just run in, change my clothes, and head straight for the gym. But today I parked in the garage; there was no way I was going back out in that heat.