I always knew monsters where real. When I was little mum and dad would shine a flashlight under the bed and in the closet to prove it, but that just meant the monsters knew how to hide good. Eventually I just stopped saying anything. Then I actually saw one for the first time. Oh my God. It was beautiful. In the dark it's long, curly hair wrapped around my wrists and ankles and pinned me down while it silenced my screams with a tongue that made my cunt drool. I was only 14. What could I have done?
Now I call it Daniel, and it's still beautiful. It still has its long hair and an athletes physique, but now it has tentacles sprouting from its back, ropy things with suckers that are strong enough to lift me from the bed and penetrate me whether I let them or not.
Daniel visits me every few days. There's no pattern, I never know when I go to bed if he will come in the night or not.
It usually starts with the creaking of hinges. That's what stirs me. I don't know where it comes from because I keep the hinges to all my doors oiled. But there it is. Then the covers shift, only barely, but I feel it, snakelike appendages sliding surreptitiously beneath my blanket to wrap around my ankles. And suddenly the sheets are thrown off and my legs dragged up into the air so high that I'm left resting on my shoulders. I feel tentacles around my waist, supporting me, around my wrists, holding me tight, and around my throat, strangling my screams. I see Daniels face between my legs and I'm so wet my pussy is practically dripping on to my face. I know whats coming next and I wouldn't miss it if you brought me the moon on a stick.
More tentacles surround me, some simply to support me in a position no human could, some to wrap around my tits, squeezing and kneading them and suckers tugging on my nipples. One appendage slides across my lips and I can't help myself, my mouth opens and my tongue savors the musky flavor, just a hint of saltiness and all delicious. Daniel lifts me clear of the bed, my knees spread, legs folded, arms behind me and I am truly, utterly at his mercy, completely helpless. I wouldn't have it any other way when finger-like tentacles pull my labia aside and expose my pussy.
I can't help but coo when something penetrates me, something thick and strong and flexible enough to push at my most sensitive spots. It was enough to make my toes curl and my eyes roll back into their sockets. Daniel settled into a rhythm fucking me, not very fast but determined, forceful while the end of its appendage writhed inside me in a way that nothing else could.
I felt my orgasm coming, building slowly, relentlessly. I felt it deep inside first, a fierce heat that couldn't be soothed, then it spread to my thighs, making my muscles twitch uncontrollably. I sucked on the thing in my mouth like it was pure, precious oxygen to a drowning woman.
Daniel was holding back, keeping me on the edge. I knew he had more to give and I wanted, needed it. When he let me have it it felt like liquid lightning throughout my body. It felt savage, my asshole stretching wider and wider, finally filling me to bursting. Within seconds I was convulsing in climax, my filthy screams muffled by the tentacle in my mouth. It felt like it lasted for days.
Finally, reluctantly, my orgasm subsided leaving me weak and gulping down air. Daniel withdrew itself from me slowly, tenderly and lay me back on the bed. I never remember it leaving, I'm fast asleep by then.
Alleyway [MF, exh, repost]
"You – you wouldn't dare! I know you too well!" Claire said, taking another swig of rum straight from the bottle.
"Oh ya think so, huh?" Chris answered, snatching the bottle from her and taking a slug himself.
"You can't even walk straight," she sniggered "let alone fuck me against a wall!"
Chris threw the bottle, only dimly aware that the glass shattered as he planted his lips on hers, silencing her cry of dismay at the waste of alcohol. The kiss was fierce and passionate, demanding and dominating. Her drink riddled mind just couldn't cope and she melted into his arms, returning the kiss just as fiercely, their tongues snaking over each other.
They broke the kiss and Chris smirked at her dazed expression.
"I still say you wouldn't do it…" she whispered
Chris grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her into an alleyway, pulling her up against the rough brick wall "You're so sure, this can't be happening then, right?" he growled, planting his lips back on hers and sliding a hand up her tshirt, groping for a breast. She moaned into his mouth, completely unwilling and unable to fight back, her hands scrambling under his tshirt to run her nails along his back. Without warning he spun her around, pressing her face against the brick and pinning her there in an arm lock. "I'm gonna make you cum" he growled in her ear "I'm gonna make you squeal like a bitch in heat in a dirty alleyway in the center of town, and then I'm gonna fuck that tight little cunt of yours over and over." He slid his hand into her jeans, into her pants and plunged two fingers straight into her pussy.
"Ohmygod yes-" she moaned, knees almost buckling under the sudden fingering. She lost all control of her hips, grinding on his palm and not caring that even past midnight the main road less than ten yards away was still roaring with traffic. He was not gentle with his fingers, ploughing her sodden pussy while his cock poked into the small of her back. She wished it was his cock in her but she couldn't form the words even to beg.
From out of nowhere an orgasm blossomed from her pussy, taking her breath away and turning her knees to jelly and just a suddenly as it arrived it was gone, leaving her breathless and trickling liquids down her thighs.
"We have to fuck right now!" She gasped "please, I need your cock in me!"
"I don't have any rubbers on me…" he groaned.
"I don't care," she snapped back "I want you in me!"
That was all he needed to hear. He dragged her by a fistful of hair and a hip to stand on top of a wooden crate, breathlessly he tugged at her jeans fastening, pulling them and her pants down to her knees, exposing her rounded ass and thighs to the warm night air. He quickly dropped his own jeans and boxers and, bending her over, plunged his cock into her with a groan of satisfaction. It was all she could do to keep her knees straight, to lean against the wall to keep herself from collapsing as he pounded into her, stretching her wet, wanting cunt around his girth. With one hand on her bare hip, pulling her back onto each powerful thrust, his other hand covered her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. Without thinking she started sucking on his fingers, imagining another dick in her mouth.
He grunted and paused, pulling out of her, his fingers digging into her hip. Without warning he spun her around again to face him, pinned against the wall. He pulled off one of her shoes and tugged her leg out of her jeans and then lifted her feet clear of the ground, her jeans and pants hanging from one foot, balancing her on his hips and spearing her to the wall with his now throbbing, glistening cock.
"I'm going to cum in you Claire" he snarled in her ear as she slid down his dick, taking all of it down to the root in one motion.
"I'm going to fill your cunt till it's overflowing and it's going to dribble out into your panties on your way home!"
With each word he fucked deep into her, hard enough to make her toes curl and her nails claw into his shoulders, her hips grinding back of their own accord.
"Yes!" she panted, "Don't stop! Oh god don't stop!"
Claire felt it rising, slow and explosive, an orgasm that made the muscles in her thighs twitch in anticipation. Each thrust filled her up a little more, sent the world a little further away until all that was left was one last penetration that sent her over the edge with a cry. Her legs clamped around his waist, ankles knitted together holding him in place, her face screwed up in climactic agony and her nails leaving deep marks in his shoulders. She was only dimly aware of the blast of warm liquid spurting into her pussy from Chris's cock, of his grunts and of his nails digging into her waist as she came down after what felt like an eternity in the throws of climax.
Panting, reality returned to both of them slowly. Still connected at the hips they smiled at each other and kissed, the fierceness gone but all the passion still there. Gingerly they disengaged, her stiff legs lowering to stand on the crate so he could put her down and dress themselves again.
"ahem" Claire cleared her throat as they reached the end of the alleyway, "Wow."
"Yeah," Chris replied, still a little out of breath "you… you sure you have to go home tonight…?"
Kate and Ben: Kate’s Secret Finally Comes Out. [Incest] [Furry] [straight] [M/F]
Kate and Ben: Kate’s Secret Finally Comes Out.
“Why?” Kate cries wondering why she has to have such an attraction to her brother. She lays on her bed still wet between her legs from her little adventure into his room. She holds her soft pink pillow against her chest laying her snout on top of it. Still crying she lays longing to just come out to her brother. She Knows she never can because her brother would never want anything to do with her again. The tears of lust turn into tears of pain as she wishes she could talk to her mother. After their father died their mother soon could not take the pain. Instead of killing herself she turned to hard drugs to relieve the pain. Soon She would just wander out the house for days at a time without calling or anything. About a month ago she wondered off and still has not come back. Kate rolls onto her side as the running thoughts keep feeling her head.
After Class [Str8, bd, Fsub, Mf]
School Girl
My Wife Lost Her Top Diving Into the Pool [exhibitionist, MF , hotwife]
We had a pool party with a bunch of friends over this past weekend. My wife dove in at one point and lost her bikini top. A buddy of mine from work was in the pool already and he grabbed her top and held it over his head to tease her. She giggled and struggled to get it back and I watched as she pressed her bare boobs against his chest. He tossed it over the fence as a joke and the other men hooted lewdly in response. She just laughed and talked to him for a while while he ogled her boobs through the water. It made me sort of conflicted because I had to admit it was pretty hot. Especially when all the guys present watched her climb out topless, covering her nipples with her hands.
Washed pt. Two [Mdom, Fsub, oral, bd, anal]
To read pt. 1 http://redd.it/2cydzl
In a million years I could have never pictured myself in the position I am right now. Especially not in the parking lot of a car wash. I'm here in the backseat of a car almost completely naked. The only thing I have on is this button down shirt. But It's not just any car, it's his car and it's his button down shirt, but the best part of all is, I also have his fantastic cock in my mouth.
I'm laying down in the back seat of his car, with his shirt fully open, my nipples still hard from the beating he had given me outside. My ass, still deliciously sore, rubbing against the leather seat. He's thrusting his cock deep into my throat, while reaching down to pinch or slap my nipples to keep them hard. I can feel the dampness between my shaking thighs.
I hear him moaning. It has to be the sexiest sound I have ever heard and it makes me wish I could see his face. I can feel my eyes starting to water as he shoves his cock down my throat. I gag as he chokes me with it. As he slips it back out from between my lips I can taste him. Salty and sweet. I want to taste more of him. I swirl my tongue around the head lapping up as much of his pre-cum as I can.
Washed Pt. One [Mdom, Fsub, oral, voy, bdsm]
It's late. Almost two in the morning. I'm not tired. As usual. I decide to go wash my car. It needs it, badly. It's really dark out so I just go in my pajamas. My black drawstring shorts, that just barely cover my butt, and a loose purple v-neck shirt. I throw on my flip flops and I leave.
It's hot and humid out. Sticky. I turn up the radio and put all my windows down. Feeling the wind all around me. The song on the radio is one of my favorites. It's a slower Rock song with a great beat. I would love to strip for someone to this song.
I pull into the car wash. There is only one other car in there but I don't see it's driver. I put it in park and go to get my change. I've found him. Standing there at the machine. He is incredibly handsome and burly. Almost everything I love in a man. Tall, dark features, great beard, but what i really notice is his arms, incredibly solid. He looks like he could pick me up above his head. The next things I notice are his hands. I can see how callused they are and I automatically imagine them all over me. Feeling his rough hands all over my bare skin and I can feel myself begin to blush.
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The Bar Bathroom [MF] [anal] [anal fingering] [verbal abuse] [humiliation]
I didn’t usually go out to bars. The noise bothered me. But ever since Mindy dumped me for some guy with a huge dick, I was lonely, and I was tired of beating off. I washed my genitals thoroughly and went to a grungy bar. I saw a hot blond piece making out with a guy with a lot of hair product. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he fingered her vagoo. I thought she’d go back to his place to get inseminated, so I ordered a drink.
I zoned out for a while. Being around people was stressful. Then a goth tapped my shoulder. She said, “What are you, some kind of faggot?” I stammered and looked at her hot gothic tits. “The gay bar’s down the street, faggot!” “I’m, I’m not -“ I said as she rolled her eyes. She grabbed my arm and started walking toward the bathroom. “We’ll see,” she said.
“A Caribbean vacation interlude” — comments, please! [mf] [oral]
The day had been as picture-perfect as either of us might have imagined. The previous evening's late clouds had disappeared with a brief yet dramatic after-midnight rain, giving way to a cloudless sky upon waking. The sun-brightened sea had shown off its most dazzling range of turquoise and cerulean, calm for the few hours we'd spent exploring its depths that morning.
Still a little high from two exceptional dives, we pass the afternoon seated at the resort's swim-up bar, relishing the simultaneous luxuries of cool water, warm air and strong drinks. As we enjoy the relaxed passing of this part of the day, our freshly-sunned bodies barely covered by bathing suits, each of us grows increasingly desirous of the other, quietly appreciating an attractively firm line of muscle or a particularly appealing curve. As the afternoon and the beverages progress, we find ourselves torn between a rum-infused desire to retreat to the starched white haven of our bed, or the urge to give in to too many hours without eating and a serious craving for the island's exceptional seafood. Hunger wins out, and despite the mild ache of lust, we wander up the beach in search of a meal.