What Happens in the Locker Room [mffff][Str8][Bi][Group][Oral][Mast][Fdom]

Coach Klein blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice for the day. Ryan finished his lap in the pool and pulled himself out, glancing around the indoor pool complex. He noticed the rest of his team gathering over in the far corner of the pool, and jointed them.

“Okay guys, good practice today,” Coach Klein said. “Now I don’t have to tell you all about how important tomorrow’s meet against McLane High is, you already know that. So get a good night’s rest, make sure you eat a healthy dinner, and pack some healthy snacks for the bus ride there and back. The bus will get here around 9am, it’s a two hour ride, and the meet starts at 1pm. Everybody clear on that?”

“Yes coach,” the team replied in unison.

Coach Klein nodded. “Okay then, you’re dismissed! See you tomorrow, guys.”

As the team got up and made their way over to the men’s locker room at the far end of the complex, Ryan made his way to the coach, taking off his swim cap and shaking the water out of his short brown hair. “Hey, coach, you got a sec?”

Walking you home [M/F][Non-con]

The rain is coming down hard and fast. I'm just glad I have an umbrella. I'm casually walking home from the pub after a couple of beers and some laughs with my friends. As I'm walking past a bus stop I see you taking cover underneath the shelter desperately reading the bus schedule.

"The bus won't be running until the morning," I say, "If you'd like I can walk with you and we can share my umbrella."

"Oh, that would be great!"

As we walk I can't help but notice how tight your wet clothes are fitting. Your tits look particularly appetizing and I can only imagine what your pussy tastes like. You seem so thankful that I figure I might be able to get a kiss and grope a boob when we get to your place.

We turn onto the block where you say you live. It's a bit out of my way, but I don't mind. I'm just helping somebody out. Or that's what I keep telling myself. I walk to your door and you invite me in for a hot cup of coffee to warm me up before I continue on to my apartment. "It's the least I can do," you say. I follow you into your house. It's bigger than it looks from the outside. I look around at all the pictures and nick nacks. "So do you live with anyone here?" I ask.

It Was My Oh So Sweet 16… [f] [fantasy]

It was the day of my sweet sixteen and that was when I experienced my first golden shower. It was also the first time I was ever gang-banged. It all started innocently enough. I had a thing for my best friends 25-year-old cousin, Bobby and she ended up telling him, so one night he invited me over to party with him.

I've had a nice body, since I was 12 years old, but by the time I was 16 I was smokin' hot. I dressed casual, but made sure I looked sexy!! I was bound and determined to fuck him!! When he opened the door, I wish I could say I creamed my panties, but I wasn't wearing any under my tiny skirt. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. He was muscular and tan. I almost jumped his bones right there, but managed to stop myself at the last second. His apartment was amazing. As he showed me around, I found myself getting wetter and wetter.

Let me know what you think – My Daughter’s Boy[f]riend

It'd been a pretty slow year since my husband left, just me and my eighteen year old daughter in a great big house. I go to work, she goes to school, we come home, I make dinner, and we go to bed. Hardly a word is spoken at all most nights, when her boyfriend comes over they generally keep to themselves up in Sarah's room, watching movies and whatever teenagers do. It's not like I haven't tried the dating scene, it just feels like I keep going to dinner with the same man. Not a big selection around here. My daughter however, doesn't seem to mind the drought of men, she seems more than happy with the twenty-one year old she's with. Numerous occasions I've come home early for work only to catch two sweaty kids pretending to be doing something innocent, like reading an upside-down fashion magazine together. One afternoon however, I came home from work a little late, having called ahead I must have exaggerated how late I'd be; they didn't expect me. I was pretty quiet coming in the door and up the stairs; my daughter occasionally uses my shower because she enjoys my massager, so I didn't think much of the sound of running water. When I reached the top my bedroom door was open a crack, and I could see her boyfriend sitting on the edge of my bed, completely naked, stroking his fully erect cock slowly, as he watched my only daughter taking a shower with the curtain open. Red hot rage ran up my back, neck, and I could feel my face turning beet red, but I also felt my insides tingle. Angry and getting fairly horny, I stood there watching both my daughter rubbing her clit, and her boyfriend pleasuring himself. She kept the water running, but got on her hands and knees and began to crawl out of the shower towards him, pawing at the carpet as she crept, with her hips swaying and her ass in the air. By the time my sweet little girl's pouting lips wrapped around her man's engorged cock, I noticed I was rubbing my clit with my thumb, and entering my pussy with my middle finger, my skirt pushed up by my wrist and panty-hose pushed down. A soft moan escaped my lips, but thankfully at the exact same time Sarah moaned as though her throat was a second pussy. I gathered myself up and decided I probably should go downstairs before I was caught. "Oh, hi Mom, we didn't hear you come in, what's for dinner?" Sarah asked as her boyfriend and she came down the stairs a short time later. I was behind the counter, sautéing some vegetables for stir fry. "Stir fry chicken, how was school?" "Good, pretty boring. We rented a movie if you want to watch it with us." "Sure, what'd ya rent?" "Bullit. I've never heard of it, but Steve said it's a classic." "It sure is, but when your father took me to see it I fell asleep in the theatre." "Then it'll be new to two of us!" "Alrightey then. Dinner's ready, come dip it up. I'm gonna go eat in my room." I left them to fend for themselves and took my plate up to my room and ate by myself, and looked at the corner of my bed where Steve fucked my little girl's face; the carpet was still wet from her shower. I turned myself back on thinking of them, and this time I ached and throbbed even more, it hurt a little bit I needed it so bad. The lights were off as I came down the stairs, and I heard my daughter's voice asking Steve if he was ready to put in the movie. He replied to the affirm, so she reached into the entertainment center to the mess of dvd's she'd placed it on earlier. I sat down to Steve's right, she placed the disc in the tray and came to the couch on the other side of him. I still couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to wrap my lips around his cock, couldn't get the image of my daughter's body out of my head either. It mirrors mine, although she doesn't have to work out nearly as much due to her metabolism. I've even had to get my breasts augmented; they're nearly as perky as hers now. I expected to see the opening credits, some Steve McQueen and such, but instead… I was mortified! There I was on the television, on the couch we're sitting on, getting fucked from behind by my ex-husband while sucking one of his poker buddies! We sat in silence, my daughter and I completely stunned while my ex pushed the back of my head to get his friend's entire dick in my mouth. Her boyfriend shifted uncomfortably, I could see the outline of his cock in his shorts getting more defined. I was too afraid to move, just watching, and remembering how good it felt; how dirty I felt, to be treated like a slut-wife for the first and only time. As I glanced at the screen and watched her boyfriend's cock grow next to me, I could feel my thong become sopping wet. I wanted to get up and turn it off then die. I wanted to throw something through the television set, run upstairs, and never see my daughter or her boyfriend ever again. As the embarrassment and wetness grew, I noticed my hand moved over and into Steve's shorts, I gripped the head of his cock, throbbing in my hand, and began to slide my hand downwards. He gasped and moaned softly, but then I felt another hand as small as my own, and looked towards my daughter who I could see had her hand down his pants as well, she was staring intently at the side of his face, watching him come close to climaxing. It was too much for me, the light from the television set reflecting off their faces, the sounds of me coming in the background, Steve's soft moans growing louder, I removed my hand quickly, got up, and escaped to my room. When I got here I turned out the lights, took off my clothes, and immediately started caressing my own shaved mound under the covers. I teased myself, and hoped I'd get tired and fall asleep, but I knew that wouldn't happen. I could hear them downstairs, my daughter moaning loudly, almost to make sure I could hear it. I was sure I heard him say "I'm gonna…" but then he was cut off by my daughter's soft voice, "I think it's time for bed now." I heard the steps creaking as they walked up, my pussy grew hotter and wetter, I fit four fingers inside as they came closer to my bedroom door. It sounded like they stopped in front of the door, I was frozen. I didn't move a muscle. I heard another moan, could have been from either one of them, and then I heard my door open. The sound of teenagers groping, kissing sloppily, came closer to the edge of my bed, until I felt the bed move. My eyes finally adjusted and I could see my daughter straddling her boyfriend at the edge of my bed, he laid his head back against my inner calves, and her movements became fiercer. I couldn't take it any longer. I sat up in bed and grabbed her head with both hands, and kissed her deeply, she moaned loudly in my mouth. The top of her boyfriend's head tickled my wet pussy, and I began to sway my hips with whatever I could touch against my softness. Suddenly, I saw him lift her up and off of him. I was now sitting next to her, kissing her softly. She was touching my breasts and teasing my nipples, when he grabbed both of our hands. He stood us up against the wall side by side, and moved in between us. One hand for each of us, he pinned us up against the wall, finger fucking us. Our chins on his muscular shoulders, we both tried to lift our legs to wrap around something, anything, but he stayed right where he was. I could hear my daughter whisper a plea, "Pleeaasse fuck me baby." She kept whispering it quicker and quicker as she neared climax, she held my hand as hard as she could and I felt her shake, and moan louder than I'd ever heard her moan before. I saw his moonlit body push her to her knees, she immediately began sucking his dick, hungrily. His lips jumped for mine, and we kissed while my daughter sucked him, three of his fingers still as deep as they could go inside me. He asked me if I wanted his thick cock, I could only stammer out an "uh huh" in a small voice. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her off his dick, gripped my ass and lifted me up against the wall, and held me their as he entered me in one swift movement, he was much thicker than my husband, but didn't have any trouble as I've never been this wet before. I must've come a half-dozen times in front of my daughter that night, while her boyfriend fucked me.

Blackmail Bitch Part III [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

Three weeks later…

Samantha is sitting on a bench eating a banana. For once she is not wearing her cock. A tiny little thong and a short skirt with a nice loose swirl felt good. Purple silk top open enough to show off the pretty purple lace bra. Black Boots that reached up to her knees completed the outfit. She was a combination of classy and slutty. Normal for her.

She is waiting. The two girls sitting across the table for her are babbling. Explanations. Excuses. Blaming the system. Their parent's expectations. People are so dull she cannot help but think. Finishing the banana she tosses the peel on the table and pulls the pocket recorder from her pocket. She waves it in the air and the other stop sputter to silence.

"Yeah. Blah blah blah. You two blew and fucked the guy who came here to administer the SAT. Getting test booklets from him you took them home. And wow! When you gave them back to him and he tossed the ones you pretended to take on the actual day… what a shock you kicked ass!"

She puts the recorder back in her pocket.

Bradbury Hill – Part 1 [M][f][oral]

Bradbury Manor, the sign on the gate read. The gate guarded a long, winding driveway with small trees on either side. The driveway lead to a large wooden house at the top of a hill. It was an old house. All alone at the top of the hill, surrounded by the forest below, it looked like a it had emerged from mother nature herself. Far from the rest of the population, far from the buzzing city, this place felt stuck in a time long forgotten.

The Maiden-Mothers of Haverach, Part 2 [ff] [anal] [oral] [preg] [monster] [weird] [fantasy]

Kate woke to an urgent tug on her arm. She stared at the stone ceiling in disbelief; it felt impossible that she would find herself still in the alcove and not wrapped up in bed. The red girl looked down at at her wide-eyed, wearing an expression of concern. “Come. Come,” she said. “The rings are heating.”

True enough, the concentric metal rings beneath her were warm to the touch. “They will be red hot in a moment,” said Yewet. “That would burn even me. We must retreat to the Mating Hall until the heat subsides. Kate–it is rare for the Father to force us out of hiding like this.”

Kate felt cold terror run from her throat to somewhere in her belly as they stumbled out of the gap and into the vastness of the hall. “Is it because of me?”

The Maiden-Mothers of Haverach, Part 1 [ff] [anal] [oral] [preg] [weird] [fantasy]

Kate's phone droned twice in her handbag, urgent and insistent. She took her gaze from the road for all of a second. Her bag chose just that moment to come adrift from its place on her passenger seat, rolling up the seat-back like a thing alive. Her glowing phone and sundry other personal effects spilled weightlessly from the bag's open zipper. The horizon beyond the passenger window rotated with ponderous slowness, the bright morning sky and the dark of the Dakota hills exchanging places twice. Her engine keened like a wounded animal so she eased her foot off the gas. Somewhere glass shattered. Before she had quite realised her mistake she was subsumed in darkness.

Kate woke with a hypnic jerk, the sudden sensation of falling that causes sleepers to reel from the edge of dreaming. She gasped for breath, arching her spine and kicking her legs. She threw out her arms as if to halt her fall. She expected to feel her bed, or even the ceiling of her car, but the floor beneath her was naught but cold, dewy stone.

Blackmail Bitch Part II [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

4 hours later….

"Hiya Unca Frank." Samantha waves as she walks in the big office.

Frank Jenkins is the CEO of the security company her father owns. He is not really her uncle it was just a little joke between them.

"Sam! Good to see you. I bet I know why you are here." he smiles back at her.

He is a big man. 6' 4" tall and built like a linebacker. He was one in college and he still kept in shape. Frank worked his way up from the security teams to CEO of the company and he was still a top contender in the yearly combat trials. He did not have to participate but it was a point of pride that he not only could but did well.

Sam walks across the big room. Moving around behind the desk she puts both hands on his shoulders and pushes him back. His chair rolls away from the desk as she perches her round teen butt on it.

She flashes a big smile as her hand slowly starts to move down her body. Running slowly over the curve of her left breast.

Blackmail Bitch Part I [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

It is noon, 5th period….

Samantha Osborn has a secret.

It is not that she is a rich little bitch. Her family is possibly the richest in Boston. She goes to the best private high school, dresses in designer fashions and drives a Ferrari.

It is not that she is a lesbian. Everybody knows that especially the poor boys who are foolish enough to flirt or try to get close to her. Her acid tongue leaves them in smoking little piles in the hallways of her school. Most people have seen that happen at least once.

Certainly not the fact that she knows far more about a lot of people than anybody should. Her father owns a large security and detective firm. It is no secret that she has daddy wrapped around her well manicured little finger. What the princess wants she gets it is as simple as that.

No the secret hangs between her legs.