Her head bobbed furiously as she sucked him. Up and down, up and down. Slurp slurp slurp! The president winced as he scrunched his face and clenched his tiny little fists…. Slurp slurp slurp slurp!!!!! “I’m sorry. It’s just not working. Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
“I’ve sucked a dick before! I swear! I work at Fox News you know.”
“Right…” The president rolled his eyes. “Well sweetheart, I didn’t think it was possible, but you give head worse than Ann Coulter.” The president sighed and snapped his fingers. Two secret service men instantly appeared and pulled the conservative pundit to her feet. “Come on now… You gave it a go.”
“But please… I’ll suck harder! Give me another chance!”
“You had your chance sweetheart,” the president replied. “It looks like your show isn’t an act after all. What a frigid bitch. I bet you’re better at eating pussy. Is that what you’d like? Would you prefer a nice pussy? When it comes to sucking dick, looks like you DON’T have the right angle.” He chuckled, obviously quite proud of himself. “You make me sick. Get her the hell out of my face.”
“But sir! Sirrrr!!!!! Democrats hate America! Black people are lazy welfare defrauders! Mexican immigrants are rapistsssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she pleaded and struggled as the secret service dragged her away. The president hesitated and arched his eyebrows for a moment at her enticing words before letting out a condescending and disappointed …. “Tsk tsk… Typically hysterical. Nice try, but too late. Bring in my regular.” He waved his hand, shoeing the pundit away with displeasure.
The secret serviceman hesitated and cleared his throat.
“What is it?”
“Sir….”
“Oh right right…. She’s at the Olympics…. Well then, how about a threesome… Actually, make it a foursome.”
“Of course sir. Right away sir.”
The president closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard the door open. He kept his eyes closed as he heard them shuffling in like school boys.
“Nice bow tie douche. Did O’Reilly give it to you?”
“Shut the fuck up Ross. You know that’s the only reason you got the job. You look exactly like him!”
“Will both of you calm down? We hardly ever get bumped to this slot. Let’s make the most of it. This is the president of the United States of America, the greatest, best country God has ever given man on the face of the earth. ”
The president kept his eyes closed and tried to forget about Mueller as they argued and crowded around his shriveled genitals.
“Move over. Just because you have your own show now doesn’t mean you get the head.”
“Oh please. You’re only one fifth of The Five.”
“Shut the fuck up both of you pipsqueaks. I’m the 9pm! I compete with Rachel Maddow! I get the head!”
“That’s enough talking all of you. Do you’re jobs or you’re fired!” The president let out another sigh as he felt the three mouths fasten onto his tiny dick.
“Don’t think about Putin. Don’t think about Putin,” the president chimed in his head. He was still soft. “How about a little more effort people. More motivation.”
“Robert Mercerrrr,” one of them whispered.
“National Rifle Associationnnnn.”
“Sheldon Adelsonnnnn.”
“Now that’s more like it,” the president said, growing harder.
“Lock her up.” That did the trick, and Donald Trump ejaculated all over Sean Hannity’s face.
Category: sexystories
A Night Like Any Other [FFF/M] [Oral] [Elves]
The tavern is grimy; the braziers lining the room are poorly stocked, and the flames flicker meekly and cast long shadows onto the rugged walls. The bartender scowls at us when we enter, but says nothing; three elf women, each more scantily clad than the next, with dark skin and darker lips, each of us holding the arm of another, each of us wagging our hips like only the most professional of whores might. To my left is Syndra, she of purple hair and purple eyes, and whose clothes are red and sheer and draped around her perfectly feminine form in a single, flawless motion. On the other side of her is Ghilanna, whose white hair reaches her waist, and whose eyes glow a crimson red above her pert, pretty nose. Her golden silks only serve to accentuate her hips and her chest, and had it not been for her umbral skin and fierce eyes, people might have thought her an angel.
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 2/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, satire]
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica
by DiscipleN
– part 2 –
Patrick kept me on a short leash, supplying my vape only when he thought I would crack. If our outing hadn’t been so fun, my cravings would have caught up with me. I might have cracked more often. I stayed close to him, to get my fix ASAP. After a fix, I was ready to conquer my husband.
“Are you sure you brought along enough charges and spare batteries?” I huffed a fix nervously, outside of our cabin. The night air was cold and a little spooky.
“Yeah, Mom. If not, they’re sold everywhere.”
“Not in a national park, they don’t.” I had been keeping an eye out for emergency supplies. “And hey, aren’t you a little young to be buying vape goods?”
“Took you long enough to notice. I don’t. I pay adults to buy it.”
“Where’d you get the money?”
“I stole it from you.”
“Oh.” I’d almost forgotten he was limiting my funds. “Are you having fun?”
“Kinda,” He admitted in a teenager’s, half surly way. “I wish we were home.”
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 1/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, anal, satire]
Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F satire]
by DiscipleN
*For extra context, please read my first, “S.M.O.M.S.” story. (“The Origin” is not the first one. This story breaks-out from the first. All are self-contained.)
“My name is, Jessica Mayhew, and I will have been under my son’s control for one year, five days from now.” I despise every one of the needy cunts in the room. They try not to stare at my nearly naked, shaved body. More than one are probably bi. I’ve heard their stories. I’ve watched them listen around the circle of chairs in the dim light of one candle. They soak up each other’s guilt and grief and shame. They need reassuring, that their suffering can be eased by sharing with other victims of the same weakness.
I am neither weak nor ashamed. My son, Patrick, pays for his transgressions. My husband has caught us on several occasions, and I may have hinted the possibility to Ron beforehand. Remembering the first time we were caught still gets me off when I want alone time. Ron sent Trick to the hospital. The police were called. Trick told them his father had actually saved him from a beating by a mugger. We were a tight-knit family, getting along on a knife’s edge. Patrick has his mother’s genes for strength and arrogance. Ron is simply a bastard.
It’s Better to be Pissed On than Pissed Off [MF] [piss] [cum] [mast] [anal play]
I had to beg my girlfriend to piss on me. It was more dehumanizing to beg than to actually be turned into a toilet. She just wasn’t into it. I should give her credit for at the very least, trying to appease my needs, but she hated every second of it and you could tell.
One time, she got a little drunk and actually told me to get into the tub. I was surprised. She put the plug in the drain and standing over me, let it rip. A thick hot stream of piss sprayed out of her pussy and soaked me.
“Drink it,” she commanded.
I raised myself up and put my open mouth under her cunt as she unleashed a stream into my mouth. I gulped it down and licked the piss from her thighs.
“Did you really do it?!” She asked, amused.
I nodded.
“Jerk off,” she commanded.
I wrapped my hand around my thick cock and used her piss as lube to masturbate while she continued to stand over me, letting out a little bit of piss at a time until I was done.
Still Feeling You [F4M] [morning after] [afterglow arousal] [solo play][First person] [short]
My eyes blink open and I can make out the first beams of the morning sun. I sigh and stretch in our bed, my hand gliding across the pulled back sheets. I thrust up to my elbows, you aren’t here. It takes me a few moments to remember you had to be up early this morning.
I lay back down, the comforter only covering my legs up to the knees. My sigh when I do so is one of breathy disappointment. I furrow my brow and look at the ceiling. *I wish you were here.* Lifting my left leg, I cross it over my right. Suddenly a twinge between my legs. It jolts me wide awake. I’m immediately aware of every sore muscle and any nerve ending below my waist. I cross my legs a little tighter and my thick thighs squeeze my labia together. My mouth falls open and I pull it to a close to quickly bite my lower lip.
Peepshow [ff][mf]
This is the beginning of a longer work that has yet to be written. I’d like to do a pilot test here for writing style and content. It’s only lightly edited, and all formatting errors are (probably) due to posting on my phone. To that end, all feedback is welcome. Enjoy!
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So now that the big day is here, I’m sure you’re just dying to know the story of how I met my soon to be husband. Well, I suppose you’re ready to hear it. But fair warning, it’s not exactly a fairytale. You’ll find out some things about the two of us that are frankly shocking and not really appropriate for polite discussion. So this is your last chance to back out. No? Well if your view of us is irreparably shattered, all I can say is “I told you so.”
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“Aha! I found one!” Mia shouted triumphantly, pulling herself up from where she was folded over the back of the ratty sofa we had picked up from the side of the road. After proudly displaying the quarter she had liberated from the confines of the cushions, she smoothed her long red hair back into some semblance of order. “Finally ready, Izzy. Let’s go get that coffee,” she declared.
[MF] Fucking the Realtor in Someone’s Apartment
This was one summer when I was first looking for an apartment in NY. I had reached out to a bunch of places and the first realtor to get back to me was named Yolanda. We emailed back and forth for a bit to set up a time to see the place. I inferred from the way she wrote she was professional, but high energy. A picture started form in my mind about her being hot.
I arrived at the place at the agreed upon time, but got a text that she was running late. I didn’t mind, I had nowhere special to be. When she finally arrived, I was defintely awestruck. She was HOT! She had great long legs, a tight waist, nice full tits and sharp eyes. She was wearing a dark blazer, white blouse, and a somewhat tight knee lenght skirt.
She introduced herself and was very friendly. It was a third floor walk-up, so I followed her up the stairs. Her ass swayed in front of me and I felt myself getting a little hard. The place was duplex unit, meaning there were two floors inside the apartment. We walked around the first floor, she showed me the living room and kitchen. I was trying to listen to what she was saying, but I couldn’t help but stare at her. She didn’t drop her professional attitude, but I swore I saw her glance down at my crotch.
The Mont Clair School for Girls [free use] [light fdom] [creampie] [FM] [FFM]
The Mont Clair prep for girls would bring a few of us over each weekend to “take care” of the girls. We’d be put up in their dormitories, one of us to each floor, and all we had to do was whatever the girls had asked.
It was the first time I’d been called on to do the duty that term, and I was quite surprised when the first request of the day came from Clarisse. The expected salutatorian and captain of field hockey came in and wordlessly took me by the hand.
She led me back to her room and quickly stripped me down to just boxers. Her roommate, Harriette, was unperturbedly doing her French homework.
“Clarise I didn’t know you ever used us when we were here. Last term Steve told me you were disgusted with the whole idea”
“I lost my v-card over Christmas. Now shut up and get on the bed, they don’t send you boys over here to chat”
“She’s just pissy because she bombed French, and I told her your nice big cock would make her feel better” Harriette giggled
I laughed a little. Harriette ALWAYS made me work hard for her.
Dollface [MF] [First person]
It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen you.
Three weeks.
That’s a long time.
I’ve been anticipating seeing you ever since I left.
You’re on your way over now. My heart is racing. I’m prepping myself, making sure I am fresh and ready to go for whatever the night may bring. I decide to surprise you and slip in my jewel plug for you to find.
I slip on some short shorts, no underwear. I pull them up so the bottom of my cheeks hang out a bit to drive you wild. I figured a loose top would be easy for you to slip your hand under and to remove easily. I check myself out in the mirror and make sure there’s a little cleavage. I lay down on the bed on my stomach with my leg askew to lure you in when you see me. It’s getting late and I’m getting sleepy. I close my eyes.