Category: sexystories

After a leave of absence, I’m happy to say the story continues!

Thank you for sticking around, or if this is new, thanks for reading along!

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Lily wandered around the house absentmindedly flicking on the lights a night set in. She had done her chores for the day, and was already ahead on the next. As always, her caretaker had left before dawn. She rarely saw him during the daylight hours. And often when he did return home, she was put to work in other ways.

Sometimes she resisted, other times… She gave in to her pleasure. He was changing her. She wasn’t that innocent little stowaway anymore. And, although she’d never truly admitted it, she had moments where she thought of his hands on her, or his lips, or his cock. Being bent over his knee, or spread across the bed, or sometimes, kneeling in front of him.

“Pet, come here,” He said firmly, his deep voice breaking through her daydream. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, hair still wet from his shower. His hand and eyes indicating her to sit on the couch. He watched her intently as her small frame walked around the room until she propped up onto the soft cushions. She’d become such an obedient little thing in only a few short days. It had barely been a week since he had found her. Read more »

**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**

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Mercy was an easy concept to understand. It meant, to show compassion, or empathy, to an offender or someone under the power of someone else.

Meacham didn’t understand that concept.

He brushed the tip of his hard cock between the folds of my labia, collecting the dripping liquid, coating his cock head and slowly entered me. Perhaps it was my years of celibacy. Perhaps I was simply small. But this last reason, and probably the most truthful one, he was simply big. A lot of women claimed that they loved big cocks, that size was the only thing that mattered. I vehemently disagreed. As he pushed his way in, I felt myself stretch, farther then I had ever been before. Thank god for my juices, as it eased his passageway into me. I let out a long drawn out moan the further he went it, as he hissed in pleasure. My position was rather awkward, bent over the toilet bowl, my hands firmly grasping the toilet head, looking down at my collected piss. It was mostly translucent as I hydrated frequently. I could feel his warm hands on my breasts, pulling my puffy nipples and fondling the globes. As he finally reached his midway point, he suddenly thrusted in and rammed me from behind. My buttock rippled from the action, as I let out a shocked gasp. “Ahhhh… how can I not have tasted this cunt all this while” The old man muttered under his breath. I merely groaned in response. Now that he fully in my warm wet sheath, he held it in place, just enjoying the sensations, as my uterus was stretched to its limit. There was a minor amount of discomfort and an odd soreness I never felt before. Read more »