Grundy and the horse girl

Large factory stations listlessly spiral beautifully against the expanse a black void. Humming and blasting steam and smoke they truly are a thing to behold
These occupy space very near to The Cave Planets but The Caves Planets appear as stars from the windows of smaller crafts drifting by observing these marvelous factories.

The short muscled woman stood and stared at Grundy, his massive girthy cock limp between his knees
She stamped a hoof, large muscular horse legs as thick as a tree trunk.
Her vagina began to quiver and drip. Her eyes lolled and she fell to her knees desperately grabbing Grundy and taking him in her mouth. The veins surrounding his horse cock engorged and he began to stiffen in her mouth . Her whole body quivering she took his piece as deep in her throat as she could fit, she savored the sensation of his enormous girth pushing against her throat dripping hot seed into her stomach.

She slides his cock out of her throat and stands up abruptly. She studies the massive man before her, monstrously large hands flex next to massive thighs thick threaded muscle rippling and drenched with sweat. His whole body is dripping and bronzed. Heavy muscle hanging from his chest and back. Big veins pumped from his massive thighs and Apollo’s belt, spidering up the length of grundys huge pulsing meat.

Malfoy’s Revenge Pt1 (fan fiction)

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have both returned to Hogwarts as professors at the request of new the Headmaster – Professor Flitwick.

Malfoy, the new potions professor, had no idea that the defence against the dark arts post was open, let alone newly filled by that bloody mud-blood.
The enmity and tension between the old rivals had been simmering for weeks, both of them walking a fine line.
At the end of a busy week, as Professor Granger was clearing away test papers, Malfoy ghosted up behind her, grabbed a handful of her shoulder length bushy hair, twisting her head up and back towards his face.
She gasped, too shocked to process what was happening as Malfoy’s free hand cast a warding spell on the classroom door, slamming it shut.
He twisted her further round so he could look straight into her eyes. He whispered, holding eye contact without blinking;
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. It’s time to take what you owe me.”
His free hand snapped up, giving her a sharp, hard slap across her face.
She staggered from the shock, held up only by the tight grip on her hair.
Grasping her quickly and tightly by her throat and releasing the grip on her hair, he spun her to face him and pushed her back against the desk.
Hermione noticed something strange. Malfoy’s skin was cold, dry, unlike anything she’d felt since…since the battle. Since the Dementors.
She shivered with fear and anticipation, reached both her hands up to try and wrest Malfoy’s cold grip from around her throat but his grip tightened as she started to choke her. Dimly, as her vision popped and sparked, she realised she’d wet herself.
Another hard slap and a callous whisper
“Struggle if you must, you disgusting mudblood. It won’t achieve anything.”
He leant forward, his tongue flicked out and licked the flushed, livid mark on her cheek.
“You’re mine, Granger. I’m going to enjoy this and in time maybe you will too.”
Hermione’s last thought as Malfoy pushed her to her knees was that his tongue was ice cold too, did that mean…?
She knelt, opened her mouth willingly, oddly excited despite the shame and fear and waited for Draco.

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into “[consensual]” cuckoldry.…(Chapter One)

**The Christmas Party – 20/12/19**

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.

But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time.

Toy (Master/sub | BDSM | NC | Gangbang)

I am not even sure how long had passed since you placed me in the thick latex hood. It has blocked all light and most of the sound. My long braid protrudes from a hole at the top. My mouth is dry since I am forced to breath through my mouth. The mouth opening is the only exposed part of my head. I am grateful that the o-ring gag is not currently in place. You removed it so that I could eat and drink.

A thick leather collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs round out my attire. The rest of me is uncovered, well let’s say unrestrained. I am technically covered in red welts and purple angry bruises from the days of beatings. I, of course, cannot see them, but I know them to be so.

I feel you clip the leash to my collar and you give it a tug. I immediately get on all fours. You tug me once again and I follow the leash. I am disoriented and not sure what part of the house we are in. The cold tile floor turns to cold, smooth concrete. We are in the playroom.

Getting dominated….. by the Security Guard (F/19) (M/21)

Me being a 19 y/o female I can honestly say I like living life the way I do. My attractive appearance has let me get pretty much anything handed to me. I’m a young, white brunette with perky 36D sized tits and a curvy ass. Just my body alone seems to allow me things that most people would have to constantly struggle to get. I know this makes me sound a little privileged but I could care less. My appearance has granted me a job that I would have never gotten on my own, a sugar daddy that grants every one of my wishes, and basically a life that is so easy to navigate. I like to get what I want when I want and if I can’t I just take it. It’s the best and most fulfilling way to live in my opinion as I can’t see myself living any other way.

I must admit that the vice of mine is that I’m a kleptomaniac. I love to steal as it gives me such a rush. I don’t even care about getting caught as all of the security I’ve encountered has just let me go after I cry or after I reveal some more skin. It’s so easy being me sometimes it’s not even funny. One day however changed this whole philosophy of mine.

Looking for Literotica story where guy ends up having threeway relationship with wife/gf and her best friend.

In the story the wife/gf’s friend hates the main character but shows up at their house one day after being abused by her husband/bf.

The couple take in the friend and its revealed throughout the story that the reasons for the friend’s hatred of the main character is that she is in love with him.

The three of them then begin a threeway relationship.

Anyone know think they know the title/have the link for this particular story? Been stumped for a couple days now.

Sneaky Catholic Schoolgirl [masturbation, barely legal, F]

My name is Val. My parents immigrated here from Columbia and are strict Catholics. On top of church, I go to a catholic school, and a youth group every week. I don’t buy into religion, but my parents are extremely devout and have to make sure I am not “being led astray”. I’m 16 years old and I have zero independence. Even though I’m the legal age of consent, there’s no way I can have sex until I move out of this house. Every day while I’m sitting through class, all I can think about is sex. I feel like I’m crazy because I’m just constantly horny! I masturbate at least once every day, but I have to make it quick and be quiet because there’s no lock on my door. Normally I love to spread my legs as far apart as I can, and watch myself squirm in the mirror as I bring myself to orgasm. Being completely naked is the hottest part for me, because I can rub my hands all over my narrow frame, caress my little breasts and squeeze my nipples.

The babysitter (M/F)

My wife and I came back from a night on the town a little early. We sneaked into the guest room because we wanted to fuck before sending the babysitter home. We’d done this a few times and one time I’m pretty sure she caught us as we were finishing up.

Tonight, I felt like a porn star. We’d gotten pretty worked up dancing, so we were pretty good to go as soon as we got into the room. I’d already fingered her on the way home, giving her two orgasms. We kept a set of restraints tied to the top of one of the posts on the bed. My wife put my wrists tightly into the leather cuffs and secured my arms above my head. She spun me around and used my belt to playfully spank my ass a few times. Each thwap got my dick even harder. Finally, she ordered me to turn around. When I did, she stroked my cock as she kissed her way down my chest until she got to my throbbing dick. I nearly blew my load as she took it all the way into her mouth and slurped as she slowly pulled it back out. I quickly regained my composure and held back my load. She kept sucking and stroking.

Part 1 – An encounter under Moonlight

As the clock struck midnight, the moon illuminated the gloomy path to home. My footsteps echoed against the concrete road as i tread slowly back from my late night shift. I was working part time as a Barista in order to make my ends meet while i finished the last year of my University. I planned to get a decent job once i graduated so i could live a decent lifestyle. I had already completed an internship and was all set for a good pay in the near future. Even i never expected myself to endanger all that i had built over feeling her warmth again.

As i carried on walking, it would be another 10mins untill i reached my apartment. However as i crossed an alley, the moon light reflected on an angle on the mirror of a car, providing me with the image of the musky alley. Instantly my footsteps stopped for my vision was grasped by the sight of a pale woman, her back resting against the wall with her head in her arms. She was wearing scarlet gown, which had slits on various areas. My eyes were fixated and my mind could not focus elsewhere. My legs began to move towards her without my consent. I would have normally batted an eye and left but there was something about her that just enchanted me.