Dr. Beecher faced the auditorium. At least 20 of his collegues were assambeled. They all wanted to witness the first test and what he had planned. Some of them envied them for the chance to do those studies. He had just finished his presentation and short introduction. He now looked at them. Letting his gaze drift over them. Their eyes were fixed on him. He had their full attention. He smirked for a moment then he started to talk again “As I outlined in my presentation, the main focus of my studies is how various stimuli can be interchanged. How one reaction can move from one stimulation to another. Simply by association.” He pressed the button on his remote. Showing a picture of a young women. She was beautiful. Long legs. Athletic. Long curly hair. Her eyes had a shine to them that could captivate you. She wore a tight sprots outfit. Ready to head out for a run. “This is Magdalena. A young woman, full of life. More important however is her condition. Strong muscles, good breathing, a strong heart. All in all that should have a long healthy life in front of her.” He pressed another button. Showing the same woman in a hosptial bed. Her limbs missong. the stumps bandaged. Her eyes were sad. She had lost some weight For the shape she was in she still looked like she was in a fairly good condition. “This is her now. She had been on vacatin overseas and caught a nasty infection. Unfortunately by the time she was back home the infection had spread and we hat to amputate her arm just after her shoulder as well as her legs just under her hips.” He turned slightly, looking at the picture. “Unfortunately she didn’t have the funds to pay for her medical costs. Her family was also not able to help and pay for her bills. In accordance with the new medical laws she became property of the hospital.” He put on a sad face. It was a tragedy, no quetion about it. At the same time it had been the jackpot for him. The perfect candiate for his experiments.
Category: sexystories
Peeping Neighbor (mFf) (voy, mast, inc)
Coming home from school became Jeff’s favorite part of the day after his new neighbor moved in. He saw her during her move in the neighboring backyard by chance when he peered out his bedroom window. He watched a tall, thick, wild-haired blonde woman telling movers where to put her wicker chairs and other pool furniture. It was an enormous house, at least 5,000 square feet with expansive grounds. He watched and rarely saw the buxom amazon from his window, catching a glimpse of her only twice again during the last two weeks after school.
Everyday he came home immediately after school and peeped at his neighbor, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and jerk off. But today was different, it was the last day of school for Jeff.
He unlocked his heavy front door and flew upstairs as quickly as possible through the long hallway into his secluded bedroom. From one window he could peer into his neighbor’s backyard where lay a large square pool surrounded by trees and high bushes. No one could see in except for Jeff’s corner window. For the last two weeks of school, Jeff stared out his window after class hoping to spy his neighbor in her garden or her pool or anything for that matter.
Trump X Hillary, a presidential fucking (STRAIGHT)
Trump had just finished another New York rally, they were getting harder every day. The crowds, the security, the teleprompters, they were all to much for trump.
He wanted, no, he ‘Needed’ a good fucking. Sadly his wife was in Florida. And the only girl in town was his biggest political rival, Hillary Clinton.
He picked up his phone and shot her a tweet “hey Hillary, wnt to meet up @ my pad for a fck fest?” To which she replied “???”
She arrived wearing a stunning dress she had been saving just for this moment. It was a red, skin tight leather jacket with matching pants. She looked like cat woman’s grandma, needless to say it turned trump on.
“So trump, you know they don’t call it the oral office for nothin” she said in a fake southern accent as she took her jacket off, revealing a pink tank top.
“I gotta tell you, this erection, it’s gonna be h’uge” as he took off his onesie pajamas revealing his weathered body.
Hillary lowered her self carefully to trumps penis area, and pulled down his black thong, revealing a disappointing penis.
His time alone was all for her [M, F] [Dreaming]
Another morning returning home from work. Like every morning when he gets off his night shift at the hospital, he has his routine. He tries to stay up as long as he can, so in the afternoon he can sleep and get rest for another night in the ER. Those mornings when he gets off usually involve mindless tasks because he borders on delirium. Loads and unloads the dish washer. Loads and unloads the laundry. If he has enough energy he does light yard work, which includes attending his neglected garden. He doesn’t have much of a social life. He works and when he doesn’t work he sleeps. A cycle that has plagued him ever since he became a doctor. He has neighbors that are usually friendly and has met most of them. If he hasn’t met them, they at least exchange friendly smiles and waves. The neighbors to his left are an older couple. Their kids are all grown up and out of the house. The neighbor to the east is a younger lady that is a business woman. At least that’s what he thinks because she always wears conservative business attire and has a brief case.
A night with my slave [MF] [Fsub] [Mdom]
I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.
What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…
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My slave is dutifully waiting for me. As always, she has checked into the hotel ahead of me, has prepared herself, and is awaiting my arrival. My flight was long, and the sight of her there on her hands and knees, waiting for me, is enough to perk me up considerably.
Tonight’s sight is a bit different: the usual lingerie and bonds are gone. She waits for me completely naked, her crop balanced across her back. I grunt a slight approval, but otherwise ignore her, shucking my backpack and luggage into a corner, before I pour myself a drink from the minibar. I pull up a chair off to the side, take off my shoes, and kick my feet up onto her ass. I’m not sure why this never occurred to me before, but she makes the most amazing footstool…
My Discipline – Part 4 [M/f] [Humiliation] [Breast Spanking]
I knew from reading the old Victorian era punishment book that it’s philosophy was built on finding the exact sanction for each child or adolescent that will finally convince them to stop an undesired behavior or start a desired one. To that end, the book was filled with various methods of causing embarrassment and inflicting pain that should be tried on an ever increasing intensity scale. I sensed that turning 16 and finally being stripped completely opened a new chapter in the book. I figured it was only a matter of time before my discipline got escalated.
About ever one or two weeks I got more spankings in various states of undress for my misdeeds. Once I had to come down to the living room after my shower and drop my towel. The belt felt extra sharp on my damp bottom that night. Another time I had to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees as soon as I got home from school and waddle down to the basement for a spanking with the carpet beater. In every case I got extremely horny and masturbated as soon as I was able.
[M]y wi[F]e on display at a tropical beach resort teasing everyone… [exh] fantasy
My number one fantasy involves my wife at a beach in an extremely skimpy bikini or coverup. You know, those Wicked Weasel type bikinis.
Maybe I dare her to do it and she wears a tiny sheer top and bottom. The top barely keeps her boobs in and the bottom might as well be lingerie. When wet, her entire body is on display. The only way she agrees to it, is if I wear a small swimshort that barely covers and contains my soft cock, let alone if I got hard. It’ll be easy for everyone to know that my wife has a shaved pussy and my cock is shaved as well.
I want her to wear JUST this bikini all day long at the beach bar and walking around the resort. Go from the water, soaking wet and sheer and walking around the resort. I want her to keep her legs open just enough so her smooth pussy and asshole is being seen at all times. I want her whispering to me how surprisingly horny it is making her and she loves being on display. That it is making her more horny than ever before. That this should be a yearly occurrence at the very least.
Kerri and Me Pt. 2 [FF],[FF]
Part 2.
[Synopsis, from Part 1: Kerri’s marriage was collapsing and she thought it was because she was a lesbian. I have been friends with her for years, and for some reason, she chose to come out to me. But I am a slut and she certainly picked the right person to tell. It was serious fun, then it became a whole lot of other things.]
The next few weeks went on, Kerri and I shared each other’s house, bodies, it was a delirious time. We nearly got caught when we weren’t paying attention to the time one day. Luckily we heard the girls banging through the garage before they came into the house. Something held them up, Kerri and I ran to the guest room where whipped her clothes on and went out to meet them. I was dressed in very quick time and when I came out, I saw Kerri at the coffee machine and the girls sitting at the breakfast bar. A close call, our carelessness. Later, the relief of getting away with it hit and we were giggling like the girls.
Nekopara Fanfic – Edge of Paradise [FF] [Edging] [Mind control] [Drug use]
“Ny… I’m so fucking clos…nya…. NYAAAA~!”
A shrill cry filled the tiny room, and Saffron sighed in annoyance. She loved her twin sister, but it was so very difficult to get any work done with that constant moaning and screaming! With more than just an ounce of displeasure, the catgirl shouted to her younger sibling: “Can you please keep it down in there, you fucking slut?!” Even in the dark room, lit only by the soft glow of a monitor, Saffron’s sharp features grew as red as her namesake hair.
“FUCK YEAH~! FUCK NYAAAAH~! MORE, CALL ME MOR–” The voice, clearly lost to bliss, cracked and fell into a drawn out moan.
Saffron couldn’t blame her. The pleasure was addicting. If she took a minute to open her door, she was certain that her twin—Lavender—would have been spasming on the floor, holding on for any semblance of sanity (as futile as that might be). In fact, Saffron wish she could have joined her. She wish she could have been a panting, sweating, shaking mess; legs locked with her sister’s, juices staining each other’s’ lips as th–.
[Str8] [MF] Blind Guy Learning To Sculpt
She was beautiful. He didn’t need eyes to know that. The first time Theodora drove him home, his dad had said, “Holy shit she’s hot.” He heard his dad chuckle. “She waved goodbye.” “She facepalmed.” “Oh wow, she just flashed her boobs.” His dad liked to keep up a running commentary peppered with absurd exaggerations. There was a time when his father would paint exotic fantasy landscapes for his son’s overactive imagination, and Garret loved him for it. Truthfully, magical creatures still sometimes appeared in the backdrop of his mind’s eye. It didn’t matter that he was 28 and knew better.
SynePark was a daycare for blind people more or less. Part education, part therapy, they specialized in providing sensory stimulation for the vision-impaired, who often closed themselves off from their sight-biased society. There were cutting edge programs for sound design, chemical engineering, culinary arts, and a cache of materials that associates(patients) were encouraged to experiment with at every whim. Garret met Theodora when he signed up for sculpture classes. It was a medium conducive to communication, as Theodora explained, she rarely used her eyes when sculpting. “So yeah, if your piece turns out shitty, you can’t pull out your handicap card.” He could tell when someone was smiling through their words. Theodora had a way of treating him like he wasn’t impaired at all, just a different sort of human. She was a volunteer when he met her. At his request she was hired on. She spent some of her time with groups, and the rest as his…what? Assistant? Guide? Companion? He didn’t know, exactly, but he understood that he was diagnosed with exaggerated introversion tendencies, and so followed a custom curriculum. Until he met Theodora, his father was the only person in his life.