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THE SEMEN-POPE HIRES ANDROID SUSIE!

**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**

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Because Susie proved herself a spiritually enlightened droid, having shared her consciousness with Jenny and Dr. Praxilion, she drew the attention of the Semen-Pope. He needed an Oral Sex Instructor in his Sacred Jizz Temple in Seattle, Washington. Her oral interview went exceptionally well, and Susie was hired immediately. Susie’s first job was to rustle-up some business, get some horny young men and horny bisexual women through the Temple Gates, masturbating joyfully before the Altar of Come.

Android Susie posted a video on several x-rated sites frequented by horny Pacific Northwest humans between the ages of 15 and 30. That was her target audience. The first video was made specifically for male humans. Below is the narrative of **Android Susie’s Epistle to the Washingtonians.**

“Jack it for me. Take off those pants and get comfortable. I am Holy Sister Susie. An android girl, former sex-bot to diamond miners of Pavonis Mons, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of the Semen-Pope, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss, and caress miraculous erect cocks. Read more »

Tribal Traditions (Part 2) [Breeding] [Cuckold] [Interracial] [Ritual] [Tribal]

The couple was tired and exhausted as they made their way into the depths of this seemingly endless jungle for over an hour now.

Ann’s arms and legs were covered with cuts and scrapes. In Marks blind rage he had forgotten the fact that he had given the guide their pack to carry earlier during their trip since he was too exhausted and the weight was too much for his smaller frame.

All their survival equipment, From Medicine to Food was within that pack.

Ann was dehydrated and ready to collapse, but she simply went on behind her husband with her gaze downtrodden on to the ground.

Mark went on completely oblivious to his wife’s condition. Fueled by rage and spite as he tugged her along every step of the way.

The couple continued their trek in complete silence. Hours seemed to pass by as they traversed this endless hellscape of a jungle.

As Mark made through a clearing of vines he tugged on his wife’s arms only to find that she was no longer walking alongside him.

She had passed out from exhaustion. Read more »

Tribal Traditions [Breeding] [Cuckold] [Interracial] [Tribal] [Ritual]

Far in the eastern hemisphere in a jungle that few men dare to enter. There is a legend regarding a tribe who’s customs have lasted generations.

Every attempt at contacting this tribe has lead to those who venture within their territory to disappear without a trace. After multiple failed expeditions and armed man hunts hellbent on destroying the tribe were completely wiped out. the nations around their territory decided to shelter its existence from the outside world.

No one would venture in and no one would venture out of a place that simply did not exist on any map.

Well, mostly no one.

Ann Lockhart was a woman who had it all in life. Her father owned a massive oil company. Which meant the Lockhart family had never had to worry about putting food on the table or chasing careers.

She was able to attend one of the best ivy league colleges in the states, and by the age of adulthood she had owned a share of her fathers company that would be able to provide for her a thousand lifetimes over Read more »

[FM] My Night Out

It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.

The reason I told him no was because I had been seeing my boyfriend for the past six months and was loving the way things were going. He was sweet, caring, and thoughtful. Even though he worked full-time and went to school full-time he always figured out a way to have enough energy left for me. In a different world, this may have been the end of Chase, but fate had other plans. My friend Lori fell head-over-heels for his friend Brain, so our ‘girl’s nights’ became something else.

Not to sound too full of myself, but I’m not a stranger to guys shooting their shot and have turned the rejections into a kind of art. Luckily, vodka and soda with lime is my drink of choice so I can usually play off a “Sorry, I can’t drink. I’m driving.” I make a bit of a pouty face and a shoulder shrug before turning back to my friends. If I am really desperate, I can drop a quick, “I’m not 21,” but due to the contents of my cup actually being alcohol this is something I normally don’t advertise too loudly. Either way, as skilled as I was, nothing seemed to work with Chase. When I broke the news to him that I had a boyfriend it didn’t do anything but encourage him further.

Eventually, it just turned into a kind of game. He would make flirty jokes and I would pretend to be annoyed or disgusted, but I think he knew this couldn’t be further from the truth. We would dance occasionally, and I would let him run his hands up and down my sides or even lean into him a bit, teasing him with just the slightest bit of pressure from my curvy butt. I loved that he wanted me so badly, and he was terrible at hiding it. I always waited until his hands began to move from my thighs towards my tight little ass or started working their way up my front before I would swat his hands away and leave him stranded on the dance floor. I thought it was hilarious to send him home alone and frustrated. While I was needy as well, Travis was always eagerly waiting for me to get home.

Our game of ‘Cat and Mouse’ was all good fun, but that only lasts until the mouse has a few too many drinks. I had gone a little crazy shopping that week and my bank account was showing the damage, so when Chase made his weekly offer to buy me a drink, I accepted. Though the forensic evidence is still inconclusive, I firmly believe my single shot vodka and sodas had transformed into doubles, and shots of tequila began coming to our table in waves. It was hopeless.

This time when we were dancing Chase’s hands didn’t get the playful slap. I leaned back into him, and his hands traced a line up my stomach, stopping to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and couldn’t stop a slight moan from escaping my glossy lips. Never one to miss an opportunity, Chase leaned down and I felt his warm breath on my neck. His kiss sent shivers across my shoulders, and he gave the lobe of my ear a playful bite.

As foggy as my memory is, I think we were still doing some semblance of dancing, though I can’t be sure. His hands worked back down, and he tucked his thumbs teasingly inside the waist of my skirt. The thought he may just pull it down any minute in the middle of the dance floor was both terrifying and exciting, but nothing came of it. He moved on, his hands sliding further down to my bare thighs. He squeezed hard enough to make me jump. He laughed in my ear and continued to explore my body with his hands, sneakily slipping one underneath my skirt and getting a slight feel of the wet spot forming on my panties.

With no secrets left to hide, he brought that finger to my lips and grazed them slowly. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his digit. It was official. Our game was over. Read more »

An attempt at 3rd person

He arrives home to find her cooking, she’d had the day off and has been expecting him. A cursory glace and immediately she could tell the mood, his energy overwhelming the warmness of the room. A chill runs up her spine. She avoids eye contact after the greeting, excited for what’s coming next.

With silent feet against the floor the only thing to be heard was the faint music of the kitchens speakers and the rustle of his clothes. Now standing behind her, breathing down on her neck, “smells delicious” he whispers. He plunges a cold hand down the back of her loose fitting trousers and gropes at her already soaking cunt. She pulls away from the initial shock, nipples erect and covered in goose bumps; she tries to resist by turning towards him.

Reaching past her, he turns off the hob, “get on your knees”. Trembling, she slowly lowers herself to the ground, the chill of the floor prickling her knees. She never looks away from his eyes, they are his tell. Read more »

[MF] Speaking/Opening up about previous sexualised relationships at home with mum for a number of years.

Evening 👋🏽

The reason Im here is to chat to some buddies/folks online about the past relationship between me and my mum which by anyone’s standards to be fair was or is fairly toxic and has left some baggage.

About 4/5 years ago my mother was involved in an accident in Europe and & was under medical care for a number of months, I gave up work at the time because my dad couldn’t & done everything around the home from bills & housework to her care but I guess throughout that period I never before anything else addressed her personal care in terms of toilet duties, bathing which was performed all in good faith there’s no punchline to that.

The red flags in terms of like us becoming close, me not dealing with my emotions, no one facing the facts we was depressed and living in a bubble, my mums heavy reliance on me and replacing my dad after her recovery, I done what a lot of people would do and have done and bury my head in the sand at the time because it seems easier than dealing with it. Read more »

Big Dick Shawn (my wife and our friend) Part Two

So we’re all naked in the hot tub. My wife and I and our friend Shawn. After “accidentally intentionally” showing my wife his cock, he then cozy’s up right next to her. I move over next to her as well, thinking this is just his way of being funny. I reach my hand under the water to rub her thigh up to her pussy. Instead, my hand bumps into his arm because he is already rubbing her pussy with his fingers. I look over at her and see her eyes rolling back as she moans with pleasure. I desperately start to say it’s probably time for us to think about leaving. In between gasps, she replies that we’re not going anywhere. Shawn looks at me and tells me it’s time for me to get out of the hot tub because only big cocks are allowed in his hot tub. I tell him that I am big. He proceeds to stand up right in front of my wife as she still sits in the tub. Looks down at me next to her and asks her, “is he this big” as his cock is literally inches from her face. She laughs and says, “not even close.” Then she tells me to get out of the hot tub as she takes him into her mouth. As I climb out of the hot tub like a pathetic cuck, Shawn tells me he’ll allow me to sit in the lawn chair and watch as long as I keep my mouth shut.
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[FM] Pool Party (Repost from Old Account)

Let me begin this one with a disclaimer, some things happen in random sexual encounters that may cross some boundaries. Even in these situations, it is important to be respectful of your partner and be able to ‘read the room’. This is not one of those stories…

It was the start of my freshman year in college and for me, that meant pool parties. I was away from home and on my own for the first time and I took full advantage of the situation. I made friends quickly and from my first weekend at college, the party invitations never really seemed to slow down, so neither did I. This particular party was off-campus in an uppity part of town. I rode over with some future sorority sisters and was shocked when I saw the size of the house we were going to. Luckily, I was dressed for the occasion. I wore a white two-piece bikini that contrasted my summer tanned skin perfectly. I’ll never forget the hungry stares we received as the host walked us through the house and back to the patio. Read more »

For the Love of Stars part 7&8 [Sci-fi horror, fantasy, tentacle aliens, breeding, long]

These are the final parts of my short story and the most dirty parts of the whole story. You can find the rest of it on my profile or just enjoy this dirty scene. I hope the ones who read the whole story have enjoyed the build up. This is it, what you’ve all been waiting for! Merry Christmas you filthy animals.

Enjoy!

7. The Offering

A distant pinging came bouncing through the tunnels and into the creature’s lair. The aliens did not notice the sound but It did. It had intended on breeding another one of the aliens before going back to grab the others in the cave but they were getting too close and doing damage. They could not be permitted to harm the forming nursery. Read more »