We went on like that for months; sneaking around my mom and trying to hide our shame. That wasn't the only thing I was attempting to conceal. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was pregnant. I didn't know how to confront Allen about our child, so I hid it the best I could until my first appointment. That night when he came into my room was different from the others. I wasn't waiting for him naked; I was cross-legged on the bed. "Allen, we have to talk" I whispered as he walked into my room. "What's going on baby?" He crawled in bed next to me and attempted to pull me into his lap like he did when I was a child. "This is serious." I sobbed looking up at him. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" I could see the worry on his face.
Category: sexystories
Jessica learns a lesson [Mf][MDom][reluc]
Nathan had been a teacher for 3 years when he started at the all girls school. He was young and athletic, he knew he wasn't the hottest guy in the world but he wasn't bad looking. Since taking the job, he'd had the inevitable ribbing from friends – how he was living the dream, teaching all those young nubile girls in their uniforms. In reality, it wasn't like that at all. Sure, some of the girls probably had a little crush on him but generally they were pretty disinterested. They were far more attentive to the kids at the nearby all boys school, with whom they would steal flirtatious glances or write notes on their folders about.
Jessica though, she was different. He noticed her straightaway. Where the other girls might roll their skirts up a little to rebel against the knee length dress code, Jessica straight up flouted the rules. She was your typical cliché naughty schoolgirl in a lot of ways, to the point where Nathan wondered whether she was for real. 17 years old, skirt a little short, shirt a little tight, long legs and cute blonde hair. He knew she was knowingly trying to tease him, it was clumsily obvious in her efforts. She may have been a fantasy of sorts, but she lacked the practised seduction of a grown woman. Nathan truly believed she was a cock tease, and speculated that she was probably much less experienced than she liked to make out.
A Harlot’s Story, Part IV (final part). [M/F, mdom, filming,
We drove in silence for about half an hour, finally arriving at a dark parking lot. Simon threw open the car door, and gestured that I follow him. I did. He took out a big bag from the car with him.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Toys.” I felt a tingle pass through my body. What did he have in mind? I couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he would do to me tonight.
“Let’s get started.” Simon said, pressing me against the hood of the car.
“Eager, ha?” I teased, as he slipped his hand under my skirt.
“Oh…” he smiled. “Look at that…a surprise.”
Two of his fingers started rubbing against my pussy as he slowly slipped his tongue in my mouth. We made out for quite a bit, before he slid his fingers inside me. I pushed my head back, moaning, excited as his fingers were digging through my pussy. He suddenly pulled out.
“Time for the toys babe.” He said, opening his bag.
“What do you have in there?”
Simon pulled out a pair of handcuff.
“Come ‘ere.” He said, pulling me towards the car door.
He turned me around, so that I would face the car and pushed me against it. I let out a yelp, but before I could, Simon cuffed my hands to the door handles.
“Oh my. What are you gonna do now?” I teased.
“You’ll see sexy.” He said, slapping my ass.
He took something else out of the bag.
“Hey babe…” He said. “You have a problem with filming?”
“What?!” I screamed. “No way…We’re not filming.”
Simon smirked, placing the camera in front of me.
“Simon, I’m serious…No filming!” I kept screaming. Simon just kept smirking and tinkering with the camera.
“Smile babe.” He said, as the camera started filming.
“Simon turn that off!” I yelled, tugging on the handcuffs trying to break free.
Simon moved behind me, and put his hands on my hips.
“Easy babe.” He said, gently massaging me. “It’ll be fine. You’re gonna be a movie star.” He slowly pressed me against the car and kissed my neck.
I started struggling harder, attempting to push him off.
“Babe…” he said, somewhat aggressively. “You’re kinda pissing me off now. Just relax.” He said, quietly, pushing his hands beneath my shirt, and gently rubbing my breasts and nipples.
In my struggles, I pushed my head back, harshly smacking the back of it against Simon’s nose. He tripped over and fell down.
While he was down, I attempted to break free of the restraints. But I was too slow. Simon was on his feet and gripping my hair from behind.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “I give you the time of your life and this is how you repay me?!” he ripped the clothes off of me and left me cuffed and naked. “I was gonna be gentle with you, but you don’t deserve gentle, you filthy whore.”
He took his cock out and quickly shoved it in my pussy. I cried out, but he choked my screams with his hand, pushing his fingers down my throat. He fucked me, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Tears filled my eyes and poured down my face. He slapped my ass, as his cock was ravishing my pussy. It was no longer the playful, fun, teasing slaps. He was really hurting me…and yet…I still enjoyed every second of it. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. It was exciting, dangerous.
It took about 10 minutes, for Simon to break me. I started moaning, crying in pleasure, begging him for more. And he gave it to me. He unleashed his load, blowing it all off in my womb. I cried out as the, now familiar, orgasmic pleasure took over my body again. Simon stepped off and uncuffed me.
“Anything you wanna say slut?” he said, angry, as I fell to my knees.
I looked up at him. I was quiet for a few seconds, looking up at his, amazingly gorgeous, body.
“Y…yes.” I mumbled.
“What is it?” he shouted.
“I…Thank you for…”
Before I could finish what I had to say, he shoved his cock in my face.
“Don’t thank me with words slut. Thank me with actions.”
I put the cock in my mouth and got to work. I used my mouth, to clean every inch of Simon’s delicious cock. He grabbed my hair, as I was working.
“You’re my slut Thea. REMEMBER THAT!”
“Yes…I know.” I said, quietly, with his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock getting hard again, in my mouth. He pulled me up.
“Ready for round two?!” he asked.
I looked at him, lustfully. As if he really needed to ask.
We stayed at that parking lot all night, fucking in every position Simon could think of…filming the whole thing. And I loved every single minute of it.
The sun was already up, when Simon and I were driving back home. We both were quiet. We arrived at Simon’s parent’s driveway.
“Look.” He said. “Things got a little…out of hand.”
“It’s fine…” I cut him off. “Just go…and…” I fell silent for a second, and looked away from Simon. “…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I wasn’t looking, but I could feel Simon’s smirk. He was proud of himself. He was proud of making me his little whore.
[Prologue] Terror of the seven orgasms
Note: I posted this on dpp, and thought others might enjoy it on here. It's more of a potential prolog for a fun story line that may or may not take a life of its own.
When you ask people these days about Pirates. What they all tend to think of is a very vivid and disnified version of Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Before Hollywood corrupted the purity and essence of what it means to be a Pirate. Before the jolly Caribbean pirates of the big screens were breaking into song and dance and become intertwined into modern pop culture we had the pirates of Carthage.
Carthage was a vast empire that controlled much of the Mediterranean and held the Straight of Gibraltar under iron clad control. No ship from Europe could conduct commerce, trade, or travel beyond its European shores without paying a heft tariff to the growing and wealthy Armada of Pirate Battleships under the Carthaginian empire. The Pirates of Carthage were rumored to be blood thirsty savages who killed, raped, and pillaged for the sheer ecstasy of seeing the terror and fear reflected in the eyes of their victims as they drank the blood of the slain and laughed at the screams and tears of their victims. Being captured by a Carthaginian ship wasn't simply a loss of your bounty. Grown men would cry in terror at the mere idea of being capture. Countless men would commit suicide and cross over the pits of hell a much welcome reprieve to the fear of what awaited them aboard one of those ships.
Janice and the Mushroom King Part 2.2 [Mf] [voy] [oral] [weird] [fantasy]
Billy circled around the swamp and clambered into the stump as quietly as he could. He undid the zipper of his overalls to expose his member to the air, which was a great relief in itself. He found a knot-hole at just the right elevation for his oak-hard cock and slid it through. He took moss and grass from within arm's reach and packed it around the hole until his thick and expectant cock looked like it had sprouted there as naturally as any woodland agaric.
The faery led Janice to the stump. "This should be a straightforward one," he said. "Though this variety may feel or taste a bit unusual. I can assure you that it looks like it's in quite good health, however."
Janice ran her hand down the bark of the stump. "I know this old tree," she said. "Daddy sometimes holes up here when he's out huntin'." Billy breathed as shallow and silent as he could. The girl was less than two feet away. The sticky-sweet smell of her perfume mixed with her sweat and feminine excitement and the woody mushroom musk that clung to her seemed to billow around Billy and he fought an urge to plunge his face into the girl's neck and clamp his thick arms around her and steal a deep draught of her. Instead he focused entirely on his penis, which raged just inches from her searching fingertips.
Janice and the Mushroom King Part 2.1 [Mf] [voy] [oral] [weird] [fantasy]
Janice emerged from the narrow crack in the hillside with all the grace of a breach-born calf, lubricated by the abundance of fungal fluids that coated her from her cute dimpled chin to her neat little navel. Billy was crouched close enough to see that her mouth was also full of the stuff, her cheeks bulging gerbil-like.
She made a grasping motion with an outstretched hand until the Mushroom King passed her his gourd, then she retched the mouthful of thick mushroom-drainings into the neck of the gourd and gasped for breath.
"Lord," she said, brushing away the stray hairs that clung to her cheek. "Them eager little fellers did half the work. I swear they were fightin' each other for room in my mouth."
She stretched and patted herself down, then found her cane and click-clacked in the direction of the stream. She knelt there and splashed herself with cupped handfuls of clear water until her face and chest were clean. The faery handed her a bundle of twenties which she took with a smile and folded into the rear pocket of her denim shorts.
"Where to next?" she asked.
The kinky games couples play [MF] [Anal] [Pegging] [Bd] [Fdom] [Long]
Preface: She is across the country visiting family so we took the opportunity to have some fun sexting and this is where we got taking turns. We are looking for a third to pick it up from here with us on Kik, so if you like what you read, shoot us a PM. Now the story:
It's summer break, and Lo, who is a teacher by profession, has been enjoying the freedoms that come with it; sleeping in late, not wearing cloths, smoking a lot of weed, occasionally drinking at noon and certainly a lot of self play-time. On this lazy weekday afternoon, she was quite a bit extra revved up since her and Jack had their favorite, once a week, kinky anal date night the evening before, (that started with a good finger-banging-to squirt at the movies and ended up with a fist sized vibrating buttplug up her satisfyingly large, yoga-sculpted ass while tied up and throat fucked by Jack's nearly 8 inch and very girthy cock till tears ruin her makeup, then spun around and ass-fucked with his throbbing, grool covered member till Lo's legs tremble. The result left a very large puddle of fluids on the bed.) She was just tipsey enough to have no problem playing with her pussy for an hour or so to her favorite porn, Bonnie Rotten in a strapon lesbian anal gangbang, and was getting close to orgasm when she hears the front door open down the hall and a familiar jangle of keys.
Motosicle [MF Mast Oral Infidelity Orgasm] [Normal Body Hair][Motorcycle]
Motosicle I get to the office at 930 today. It's a glorious summer morning, and I'm wearing a light floral print summer dress. I had decided to take my time this morning, and to walk around near the river, to listen to the birds and feel the morning sun on my face. It's nice that Sherry, my receptionist, has made coffee, and I pour a cup. Anything urgent? I ask her.
Nothing yet she replies. You're showing Hillside to the Parkers at 11.
Thanks, I guess I'll check my email and get things ready. I click the door shut to my office, and fire up the computer. Taking a sip of coffee, I notice an email from Michael. He's an ex boyfriend who stays in touch. We weren't particularly compatible, but we always had great sex and now he sends me dirty emails that always have a way of improving my mood. He's attached a photo of his chest and stomach, with just a peek at the beginning of his penis, leaving the rest to my imagination. His chest is hairy, and there's a trail of hair winding down his stomach to his pubes. He's not necessarily what you'd classify as fit, but I still think he's sexy as hell.
Watching My Friends Fuck [MF, voy]
A stifled moan awakened me. My eyes lazily blossomed open. The room was dark, the house otherwise quiet. I lay on the hard floor of the living room of Mike’s family’s beach house, snug in my sleeping bag. Another moan floated across the room. It came from across the room, intermingled with the muffled sounds of bodies pressing together.
The haze of sleep began melting away beneath the heat of my prurient curiosity. My friends and I were spending the week at the beach house for Spring Break. There wasn’t much to do besides swim, sunbathe, and drink, but it was a welcome relief from engineering courses. Sometimes you just needed to turn off your brain and satisfy your body’s desires for a while. And it seemed someone had decided to satisfy their desires with someone else tonight…
I closed my eyes and rolled over, turning towards the sounds. The noises ceased. I waited. For nearly a minute, the only sound was that of my rhythmic breathing. Finally, they decided I had merely shifted in my sleep. They started up again. I opened my eyes the merest sliver, just enough to see the culprits.
Wish Cums True Pt 5: The Business Trip (Long) [MF, Shapeshifting, Mind-control]
For those who haven't read the first parts of the series (since they were posted MONTHS ago) a TL;DR primer: I woke up from a very vivid dream where I had 3 wishes and my three wishes came true. I gained the powers to change physical form/skills/attributes for myself and others, as well as control/introduce thoughts in others, along with a shitload of money and some 3rd wish I haven't decided on yet. Also, my wife and I came to an agreement that I could fuck whomever I want as long as I tell her about it and then fuck her too…
It had been several weeks since my wishes came true and changed my life. I've had plenty of fun fucking my wife and many other women. I'd hooked up with my masseuse and the sexy college girl next door. I've even gone online and hooked up with several escorts a day because why not. But so far there was one woman I wanted to hook up with that I hadn't been able to crack and I just figured out a way to make it happen.