The Stocks Part 3: Breaking The Seal [Mf] [Piss] [Oral]

Catherine awoke to the sound of riotous laughter emanating from across the green. How she slept she wasn’t sure, her neck and wrists were held 3 feet in the air by wooden stocks and her naked body draped below in a patch of stinging nettles. But it had been a long day. Her stomach and pussy were filled with semen, her fat body was bruised all over, her throat was sore. And in her ass painfully nestled a large parsnip. Remembering this, she flexed her asshole trying to summon the strength to eject it. Her raw, round hole widened and the vegetable pushed against her rim, but it was impossible, the circumference was too big.

She slumped back down and observed where the noise was coming from. A tavern about 50 yards away was in full boisterous swing. Men, young and old, jostled outside swilling ale from huge metal tankards. The evening was warm and the atmosphere exuberant. In the dark she struggled to see more than the orange glow of lamps and the buoyant movement of silhouettes. She saw one wander behind a tree to urinate. Then a few more staggered onto the green looking for somewhere to relieve themselves. Good spots behind trees were quickly used up and several men wandered aimlessly in the dark towards her.

One of these things is not like the other

Two of these three work stories are true. The other one starts true but have the ending I wish happened. Can you figure out which one?

1) At one of my jobs I worked with the organization’s education department frequently. The main trainer for our area was a barely 5′ tall blonde that weighed maybe 100 lbs, with a larger than expected percent coming from her chest. She was engaged to an asshat, who she has since divorced, that treated her like crap. But I digress. Her and I flirted a lot. Somehow our conversations always led back to sex or boobs. One day we were talking about oral sex when she started telling how much she liked sucking dick. I shared how much I love giving as well. Shockingly she told me that she didn’t enjoy her pussy eaten. “Well, if you ever want me to change your mind, just let me know,” I told her.

Servicing Guests at the Euphoria Hotel P3 (FFF) (freeuse)

Gabby finally caught her breath, while laying naked on the bed, covered by cum, sweat, and spit, while the men chatted happily about their recent adventure and poured everyone a drink. The rum brought Gabby back to life and she excused herself for a shower. While the hot water refreshed and cleaned her, Gabby felt electric after the trio had fucked her so thoroughly. She knew they left happy, but selfishly, she felt she was serviced more than they were.

She jumped as a hand appeared in the shower. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that. I just wondered if I could join you in the shower?” Ben asked, peeking in. They shared a steamy hot shower, starting with tongue filled, groping kisses leading to Ben kneeling to lick Gabby’s swollen, sore pussy, and ending with Gabby swallowing another of Ben’s loads.

They split after walking down to the pool and Ben saw his friends at the bar with some topless guests. Gabby circled the pool, bringing drinks and jumping into games. As she passed a cabana, two pale, curvy women called her over. “Hey sexy, can you rub tanning oil into us?”

Fantasies of mine #1 [Fiction]

These are jus going to be a series of fantasies I’ve written. I hope you all will enjoy!

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I want to hold you, touch you, love you. I want my hands to run up and down your body, passing over ever crack and crevice just to hear the little whimpers you’ll make. Have you undress and model your perfect body for me.

I’ll eat you out, making it agonizingly slow, having you at my mercy. I’ll have you begging for me to let you cum at which point I’ll stop and let you recover. I’ll edge you over and over until I feel that you’ve earned the main course.

A Mom’s Unsent Letter to Her Son – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are over 18. My stories are intended for an adult audience and may contain offensive themes such as incest, dubcon and pet names.

I’d love to know what you think in the comments. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Enjoy! x

To My Dear Son,

I’m writing this letter to out of love, because I cannot express the way I really feel about you yet. I sat down to write this letter to you as I can hear you in your bedroom, beside mine. I can hear the porn video that is playing on your TV and how the pornstars refer to themselves as Mom, or Mommy. I hear this and often wonder if you have feelings towards me too.

The wall between our rooms is quite thin and as I hear your bed creak with every stroke of your dick, I slip my hands down my skirt. I hear the grunts and groaning of the pornstars, wishing it was you that fucking me, wishing it was me that was moaning so loudly while screaming “Fuck your Mommy.”

[FFFMM] Sex Ritual Follower – Personal Testimonial

[WELCOME TO THE MEDITATION CENTERS OF ROSCOE FORTHRIGHT](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/copy-of-welcome)

I am Bill Nordquist. I became a Follower of Roscoe Forthright last weekend. **In Zebulon, North Carolina.** These are smart and cautious people. Roscoe and two local girls (members of the local Roscoe Forthright Lodge) met me at McLean’s Ole Time Cafe at 11am. Friday April 2nd, 2021. The four of us had coffee. Roscoe ordered Meatloaf, a great lunch for $8.89! And I had Sisco Chicken. With Sawmill gravy! I think the girls had salads.

They wanted to check me out, to make sure I was not some looney-tune bozo, looking for a free fuck. I said, “Roscoe, I am 32 years old, fairly good-looking, with a good job. And I own my own truck and my own house. I do not need free fucks. I can get those whenever I want them. **We have plenty of eager girls in North Carolina**.” And Roscoe said, ”Bill, you are exactly the kind of man we enjoy having in our Lodges. Bat-shit crazy is everywhere. Especially when people find us on the internet, thinking we are a porn site, or a hookers-for-charity outfit.”

Make Me Bigger! – [BE][PE][FM][OC]

Hey, all! Just started writing naughty stories/captions a few days ago. I generally get inspired by pictures, so I’ve thrown some in for flavor. Here’s my first attempt at a fetish story. Feedback welcome, and I hope you enjoy! :)

Make Me Bigger

The falling shadow of the empty coffee mug on Paul’s desk finally disappeared, as Paul sighed deeply. His wife had already fallen asleep and it wasn’t even 8pm, there was no chance of sex tonight. He remembered back to the days when he and Sarah would have sex almost every night back in college, that was the best time of his life. He’d often spend hours touching himself to the thoughts of their love. Unfortunately, Sarah hadn’t been interested of late. It was almost three months since they’ve last done it. Paul was losing his mind!

He always had a very strong libido, and he craved Sarah’s curves as soon as he locked eyes with her. His eyes would dart immediately to her wide, round hips which gave a delicious view of her ass, even from the front.[ Paul couldn’t get enough of her jiggly bottom-half, and was constantly distracted by his sexy wife.](https://i.imgur.com/6EeF3gf.jpg) He loved grabbing and squeezing her thick booty meat, and Sarah would often ask him for butt massages when she was relaxing.

first business trip #3

“Well, you know how I was dressed, and I have to day, I look damn good tonight” Chrissy said

“Every night, baby, every night” Her husband replied.

“So, we had been talking and laughing, and definitely some flirting, and a lot of drinking. Next thing I know we are dancing. Close. His hands wandered down to my ass”. Chrissy didn’t realize that her voice was getting husky, and dreamy, obviously aroused and excited about it. Her hand had absently slid under her dress to her very wet pussy and was gently stroking it.

“He mentioned that I he could tell I wasn’t wearing any panties. I don’t know why, but I told him it was your idea. He squeezed my ass then, and it felt so good I actually came a little bit. I am so wet.”

“Are you touching yourself right now baby?” Her husband asked. “because you are definitely excited. I can hear it on your voice.”

“Is it bad that I am playing with myself thinking about it?” Chrissy asked. “I’m sorry I let it go that far. I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I never meant for it to go that far. I was just having fun, and then we were dancing. I am so very sorry honey”

First business trip #2

As Chrissy entered the banquet hall reserved for her group, it was about half full of people milling around and drinking, making small talk, laughing. It looked like everyone was having a good time.

There were place settings with names on them for assigned seating, and so everyone would be able to see what everyone else’s name was.

Chrissy found her seat, and saw David M was sitting next to her. She couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Hello beautiful”, a familiar voice said softly from behind.

“Hello David” Chrissy replied as she turned.

Chrissy kept control of her face so that her surprise didn’t show.

David was a few inches taller than her husbands six foot. Very broad at the shoulders, obviously worked out. Dressed very sharp in a pink shirt and grey tie. Dazzling smile. Maybe ten years older than her. And black. It had never occurred to Chrissy that he was black. Not that it mattered to her, he was very smart and capable and friendly.

As a coworker he was great.

Chrissy had never been with a black man before. Had never really considered it even. She wasn’t prejudice; she had just never found herself attracted to a black man before.

Angel Interrogated by a Succubus (MF)

{Bit of a slow start, so if you want to skip right to the good stuff, I put a line where it starts so you can scroll to that. Feel free to leave feedback, and I hope you enjoy!}

Thousands of years ago, before a god with a capital G was even a thought in human minds, there was a great and terrible war that puts all human conflicts to shame. This War in Heaven was fought between the armies of angels led by the archangels themselves, and the demons of Lucifer, who were invading Heaven to avenge Lucifer’s exile. The casualties of both sides measured in the tens of millions, and each side did whatever they had to to win. Anything.

As such, whenever an enemy soldier was captured, the other side made sure to milk them for as much information as they could provide. Even the “holy” side wasn’t above torturing a demon or two to get intel on where the next attack would be, or how many demons were truly left up above.