Category: sexystories

AMY Vs. THE STRIPPERS (part 2)

The cop holding the door open for Amy & the two cops, looked down at her groin, did a double-take and said loudly, “Looks like roast beef is on the menu today !”, laughed and left through the door.

Looking down, Amy realized what the cop meant: her thong was still pushed towards the side, leaving her completely shaved pussy exposed to view. She freaked. “WAIT ! STOP ! I have to adjust—”, but the two cops weren’t listening and dragged her forward in spite of her protests. *Christ ! My whole cooch is out and these idiots won’t let me cover it up !*

Pissed off, the dyke cop turned to Amy and said, “If you keep acting out like this, we’re going to tase you !”as she dragged her forward by her right arm, with the male cop dragging her by her right arm.

Paraded past other amused cops and lowlifes, Amy was dragged to the booking desk where the older desk sergeant was watching the game on a portable TV set. The male cop asked, “What’s the score ?” Read more »

AMY VS. THE STRIPPERS (part 1)

As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body glitter and a light sheen of sweat. Amy would letter find out their names were Cherry Pepper and Lulu) writhed around the pole and fondled each other as men threw dollar bills on the stage, Amy was writing a first draft email on her phone that she planned on sending to corporate tomorrow, explaining in full detail how allowing the sales dept to facilitate business with clients at strip clubs was an inappropriate and unnecessary use of company resources. Especially this one. Of all the sleazy strip clubs in Sierra Diabla, America’s Moist Wanted was perhaps the worst; dark, dank and with a reddish haze over the place from the bad 80’s neon lighting. And the place had a stupid name, even by strip club standards. Read more »

In Bloom [Mf][nc][abduction]

Staring at the rain collecting on his windshield, Jason Conine was searching for reasons not to turn around and leave the school parking lot. As the smell of coffee became more intense in the cabin of the small car, he went through a mental checklist. The pro side was not winning.

It had been 45 days since he was last in class. He took advantage of extended winter holiday and added on some of the vacation time he had been saving to have a nice long vacation with his wife, Karen. He thought they would finally try to start a family. She had different plans.

When they were married 8 years ago, the plan was for them to wait a couple years before they tried to have children. Karen had just started at her law practice and the expectation had been that she was okay with taking a couple breaks early in her career to have the two children Jason had so desperately wanted. As time went on and Karen began her ascension up the practice roster, she was no longer talked about taking those breaks. Read more »

[Fiction][Mf][nc] Finally Putting an End to My Niece’s Baiting

[Comments:

* The below story is entirely fictional – a fantasy concocted in the darker depths of my mind on a train journey written for my own, and hopefully other’s, enjoyment.

* While reading it, if you think it sounds familiar, that’s because it’s a resubmission of a previously deleted story, which I’ve made tweaks to (for the better I hope).

* Yes, there is a foot fetish element to it. Though it’s not the whole story, and I don’t think I go overboard. But if this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read on.

* This is my first such story (excluding the previously deleted one) so please do leave feedback.

* Finally, if the story triggers some unpleasant memories, please do speak to someone, ideally a professional.

Enjoy!]

**Finally putting an end to my niece’s baiting**

“I’m home, babe.” I announce after an especially long day at work.

Silence. No reply from my wife. But then I hear bare footsteps patter from the bedroom opposite mine, and a chirpy, youthful voice.

“She’s still at work Uncle Jay, they were short staffed and she’s doing the full day now.” Read more »

The good slut – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was building all day. A slight touch of your neck making you shiver in anticipation and your pussy flood; breaking the tiny amount of concentration you were already struggling to keep with me keeping close company through the day – last nights orgasms fresh in your mind.

You know that I have plans for you. You know that you’re going to give yourself to me. The thought of being used as my fuck toy consuming your thoughts; with me grabbing your throat and whispering how much of a slut you are for me in your ear whenever we have the office to ourselves.

In the passenger seat of my car – you’re mine. My hand between your legs rubbing your pussy through your pants, making you wetter and wetter until I can feel it through the fabric. You try and stop me by moving my hand away but quickly realise there is no point. I own your pussy and will do with it as I please, wherever I please. You want this. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 2 [oral]

A few days had passed in the office since Penny had slipped Steve her number during their first meeting together. Steve wanted to text her but wasn’t sure when he should. Finally, after about a week, he casually text her: “Penny, it’s Steve. Would you like to have coffee with me this Saturday morning?” and locked his phone immediately after so he couldn’t just stare at the screen, awaiting her text back.

It was Thursday afternoon and Saturday seemed like the right amount of time away when considering how long it took him to text back. He felt good about the text, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and continued through out his morning. Around lunch Penny responded. “Can’t wait. Tell me where and I’ll be there.” She seemed eager so he took advantage of the moment and responded, “my house, I make a great cup of coffee.” He didn’t even know her, he worked with her, and he was inviting her over. He momentarily second-guessed himself but then his screen lit up: “Send address and time. XO” and it was on. Read more »

Things I never knew about my roommate, part 1[MF][grinding][cumplay][hairy]

As I stand petrified at the threshold to our apartment, I realize I probably should have let my roommate know I was coming home a couple of days early. The living room is not as I left it, to say the least: the plastic sheeting on the floor and furniture, liquid pooling on it in places; several gnarly looking dildos littering the coffee table; two bottles of lube discarded on the floor next to the sofa. In the midst of it all, my roommate. Eyes closed, headphones on, laying with her upper back on the floor and her legs and butt up on the sofa, she is oblivious to my presence. She is pounding her hairy pussy with a dildo the size of her forearm – Jesus Christ, is that molded after a horse? – her whimpers rapidly turning to loud moans as she starts squirting, a heavy rain over her body, hitting her open mouth and close-cropped hair.

As the waves of her orgasm subside, her eyes open to find my face, burning with embarrassment. Her previously still face goes as red as my own – the last thing I see before I cover my eyes with my hand – as we both start talking, me retreating towards my bedroom. Read more »

Futa Orcess and her Submissive GF [fantasy, Fdom/Fsub, hum]

On the other side of the city a different scene unfolded as Ayisha walked home, her cover robe billowing out around her scantily dressed body with slumped shoulders. She pushed the door of Nyssa’s home open and just barely contained a little sniffle, shoulders shaking a bit.

Nyssa may not have been an elf, but her own ears heard the entry and the little sniffle. “Ayisha?” She called out, her voice much deeper than an elves but feminine for an orc. She put down the bit of leather work she had been threading at her work table to get up and peek into the entry of her little home. Yellow eyes narrowed a bit and she stepped towards the curvy blond. “What happened?” She asked.

That was all it took for the petite female to loose a few tears and sniffle a bit louder, trying her hardest to keep her elflven composure. “The bath master yelled at me again…” she answered with a trembling voice.

Nyssa sighed and scooped the smaller woman up and carried her to the large couch that had been built just for the large orcess. “You know he’s only so hard on you because you are so good…” she cooed, holding her little lover to her firm breast. Read more »

Coming Home [MF] [Romance]

“Damn, it’s good to be home,” said a restless, but relieved Brian Porter.

The decorated marine, having achieved the rank of Staff Sergeant and served multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, stood in the driveway of the modest suburban townhome he shared with his wife, Wanda. At just a few minutes past midnight, it was more than just a return home after another long tour overseas. It was the end of a journey that began ten years ago.

“Ten years,” Brian mused, “has it really been that long?”

That was a trick question, the kind that would’ve pissed off his old drill sergeant back in boot camp. It really had been that long. He vividly recalled the day he graduated high school and enlisted in the marines less than an hour after receiving his diploma. With his father, grandfather, older brother, and uncle having served, Brian knew back in middle school that he was going to serve as well.

He just had no idea how far it would take him. It started as a three-year commitment. Then, it became five years after he got deployed. Two more years followed, complete with tours, injuries, and multiple missed holidays. Somehow, within that span, he managed to meet his future wife at a Marine Corp Ball of all places. They’d married three years ago, but had to cut their honeymoon short due to another deployment. Read more »

Trapped at the Rock Gym [mf]

Trapped at the Rock Gym

(disclaimer: this is a FANTASY which involves depictions of people doing things in a manner that might not be acceptable in real life)

Marcie’s car was accumulating so many problems that she wasn’t even sure it would make it to the gym. But that wouldn’t matter soon. Marcie had in her possession a ticket that said “Thirty Gyms in Thirty Days” and 29 of the gyms were crossed out. The prize for completing this ticket was a lifetime membership to one of the gyms and, more importantly, a cash prize of $1000.

Marcie hadn’t actually completed all of the climbs herself. In fact more than half of them had be done by better climbers in exchange for favors…but there was no way anyone at this gym could possibly know that. As long as she could make it up the final route, that prize was hers! And she would stay there all fucking night, no matter how exhausted she felt or how raw her skin got, in order to make that happen. Read more »