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Have a regular sized dick? Id love to see it! Do you want to show me all kinds of dicks? Shall i tell you what i think about them? Shall i tell you what i would like to do with them?
Kinks: regular dicks, small dicks, thick dicks thin dicks, uncur regular dicks Turnoffs: Big Dicks, Huge dicks
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 98: Masturbating Cocksucker (18++)
“Ahn!” Tabitha let out a moan when her perky tits were so suddenly and rudely exposed.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Beatrice asked in a dissatisfied tone, getting into her dominating role that Tabitha came to expect from the succubus. And Beatrice would be lying if she said that it was all for show and that she did not also enjoy ordering the horny girl around.
Tabitha’s eyes fell on Beatrice’s crotch, where a throbbing six-inch cock was already well out of the succubus’s panties, looking straight up at the mage.
“Haaah,” Tabitha grinned excitedly, salivating at the mere presence of the futanari’s manly part, anticipating the joy that was to come.
Hey guys this is my first story ever really hope you enjoy if you’d like a part 2 let me know
Ash millman was a huge gaming, horror and all things geeky enthusiast. Not only was this enthusiasm and fandom born out of genuinely being a nerd herself it was only amplified by the jux of position of what people expected a tall, former model with firey red hair and luscious thick lips to be into. Any room Ash walked into all eyes were on her and her long pale legs, she could easily have been a shallow, materialistic “it” girl, but lording these looks of hers over beta, a-typical losers, made her pussy tingle.
Which is why she enjoyed her growing group of fans from her time making whatculture and now PlayStation access videos. These videos have her a chance to not only talk about things she loved but also presented her with an opportunity to flex her wit, charm, humour and all around loveliness. To the naked eye it would appear as though butter wouldn’t melt, and Ash was just the cute “girl next door” type who also likes video games and is just “one of the guys”
Getting my feet wet… would love feedback. Thanks!
Ryan could not sleep that night after Maddy gave him a handjob. The touch and feel of her hand on his cock made him fucking horny. He jerked off twice before turning in for the night but he was still turned on. His cock was as hard as a stone.
He wished that he had seen her pussy while he ate her out. He knew that she was shaved and that she had small pussy lips but he wondered what it looked like. He hoped that next time she would let him eat her out without a blindfold.
The next morning, Ryan went to school and tried to focus on his classes but it was impossible. He had Maddy on his mind all day. The taste and feel of her was front and center in his brain.
After his last class, he met up with Corey and John. They walked over to a table in the common area and sat down.
“Hey man, Joanne wants to meet up with you,” John said. “I showed her a pic of you and she said she wants to hang.”
To preface this: I love erotic stories. They were my first introduction to the world of pornographic content. I don’t have much time to enjoy them anymore but nevertheless, they remain near and dear to my heart. They are some of my favorite messages to read. Personally I have only dabbled in writing excerpts here and there, never a full-length story. Today I’m going to tell of an experience I had a few months ago. Since it’s my first full tale, I don’t know if it will bring the imagery to you as a good story should, but I am hopeful you enjoy the read.
Steamy in Seattle…
The four of them lay strewn about the bed, Anna leaning against Moose’s bulk and gently stroking Bruce’s chest, CC snuggled up to the other side of her giant. They had managed to satisfy and exhaust one another, the feeling of content palpable in the room.
“Moose,” Anna says gently. “How tall are you?”
The big man lets out a deep chuckle. “Is that all you want to know about me?”
Anna turns and kisses his smooth, muscled chest. “No but it’s where I want to start.”
“Six feet. Eleven inches,” he says gently, though Anna isn’t sure his low, booming voice could ever sound quiet.
“And how big…” she starts to say.
“Does that matter?” he says, blushing slightly.
“No, it doesn’t,” she says sweetly. “But the soreness in my thighs,” she stops and snuggles into Bruce, “and other places makes me curious.”
Moose sighs, clearly having been asked this often. “Eleven and a half inches long. 3 inches around.”
“And as deep as you’ll let him,” CC giggles. She rolls over Moose to get closer to Anna. “And what do you want to know about me, babygirl?” She runs her fingers down Anna’s torso.
*Gabe*
If only my younger self could see me now as I spanked Kel’s bare plump ass I’m sure he would have kicked my older self’s ass.
But I’m not my younger self now am I?
Nope.
Yet here I am swinging a rubber paddle against Kel’s naked ass causing a resounded *THOMP* as it slapped against Kel’s ass.
If time were to slow down I could see the minimal fat in her ass ripple before her muscle took over and went back to its natural plump toned shape.
The spank caused Kel to groan.
I moved over to Summer and swung the paddle against her ass as another *THOMP* sounded closely followed by Summer groaning.
I had both girl’s penguin waddle just moments ago towards the sofa and bend over to rest their stomachs over the sofa and keep their asses bare, mainly keep their hands out of the way, as I proceeded to spank their asses with the rubber paddle.
I moved over to Kel and swung the paddle hitting Kel’s ass getting over the chained events as a red mark was beginning to form on Kel’s ass.
She likes to be in charge in a relationship, but in the bedroom, she’s a sub.
She didn’t realize how much of a sub until a few months back…
Now here she is, kneeling down on the bedroom floor. Eyes down, hands on her lap. Never felt more vulnerable.
He’s on the bed, busy with his phone. She feels his confusion as he looks at her. He stands up “What are you doing?”
She’s gets nervous, was this a mistake? What’s he thinking? What was she thinking, never mentioning her needs to him.
He stands infront of her know, her eyes dart up to his pants. She sees the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. A little smile forms on her lips while she quickly looks down again. Feeling the wetness gathering between her lips, her clit starts to tingle.
“May I sir?” She asks timidly.
His thumb caresses her cheek “Yes”.
She starts to unbuckle his pants, pulling it, and his boxers, down. His erection dangles infront of her face, ready for her mouth to slide over it.
Looking up at him with her big eyes. His hand is in her hair now, pulling her in.
Frank, the Predator
When I first laid eyes on her I knew she was trouble, but I wasn’t dead either. She looked nowhere near old enough to even be in this nasty-ass bar, but I wasn’t going to complain. The bleach-Blondie nymph, already staggering drunk, pranced her tight little ass in front of the fifty-year-old jukebox she had cranked up. Honestly, she looked a lot like that new movie star chick from those movie posters, little bits of dyed hair, and the palest completion I’d ever seen. Must be white makeup, ’cause if it weren’t then she’d burn in an instant if she ever saw the sun. But it worked with her stark blue lipstick.
It has been a long hard ride the last sixteen hours, and now that it was well past midnight, the waxing moon disappeared behind the hills making it quite dark out. Before I checked into a flea-bitten motel I needed a drink and figured there was at least a chance of getting lucky. The only place to do that in this shit-hole of a town was the dirtiest little dive bar. Going in, I expected to see most of the typical patrons. A few old men just waiting to die, a few winos who couldn’t see past their drinks, and one or two cheating divorcees who’d likely already fucked every other guy in the joint, grateful for anyone with a dick still willing to give them the time of day.