Bindi Irwin and Jennifer Lawrence’s adventures in bestiality. [FF, Ff, beast, cum-swap, piss, anal, ass-to-mouth, strap-on]

disclaimer: this story is purely fiction; a work of parody. it is not in any way meant to depict, represent, or portray the real selves of the celebrities it stars. once again: the story is purely fantasy.

just perfect, bindi thought, tears running down her face as she stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror. here she was, 21 years of age, on her wedding night… unhappier than she’d ever been in her life.

her husband was wonderful. this was not his fault. he was kind, loving, and attentive; their relationship was happy and their wedding had brought flutters into her heart. she truly loved him, and he loved her too. but that wasn’t the problem.

for her whole life, bindi had harbored… what some might term unnatural desires. ironic, because the animals she fantasized about fucking were nothing BUT natural. throughout her entire time on earth she and her family had worked with animals, helping them, helping people understand them, and she was proud of her work, genuinely and truly – she wouldn’t change a single thing.

Bindi Irwin and Jennifer Lawrence’s adventures in bestiality. [FF, Ff, beast, cum-swap, piss, anal, ass-to-mouth, strap-on]

disclaimer: this story is purely fiction; a work of parody. it is not in any way meant to depict, represent, or portray the real selves of the celebrities it stars. once again: the story is purely fantasy.

just perfect, bindi thought, tears running down her face as she stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror. here she was, 21 years of age, on her wedding night… unhappier than she’d ever been in her life.

her husband was wonderful. this was not his fault. he was kind, loving, and attentive; their relationship was happy and their wedding had brought flutters into her heart. she truly loved him, and he loved her too. but that wasn’t the problem.

for her whole life, bindi had harbored… what some might term unnatural desires. ironic, because the animals she fantasized about fucking were nothing BUT natural. throughout her entire time on earth she and her family had worked with animals, helping them, helping people understand them, and she was proud of her work, genuinely and truly – she wouldn’t change a single thing.

My first time getting fully fisted and rimming my Daddy Dom [Mf]

About two months ago I had an amazing escape with my Dom Daddy Darcy. We rented the most incredibly beautiful cabin made of glass, perfectly perched on a cliff overlooking a secluded beach and the Pacific ocean in northern California. Darcy has written a pretty detailed account of that trip, but there were a few stand out moments for me I had to share. One of my favourites, which still boggles my mind to think about, was being fisted for the first time ever. 

This happened on the last day of our vacation, and I had already clocked 38 orgasms in less than 3 days. Suffice to say, Darcy had kept me “busy”… but he wasn’t letting me go home without checking the major item off my fuck-et list. I knew this when I walked into the bedroom and saw the towel and my toys spread out on the bed. Darcy was seated in a giant leather lounge chair beside the bed, just close enough to touch me as I crawled onto the bed towards him. I laid down and let my long legs, clad in black thigh-high socks, fall open and expose my throbbing pussy. I wasn’t sure if I was aching from want or from the previous two days to be totally honest. But when I looked up and saw the grin on Darcy’s face and his camera in hand, I knew nothing was going to stop me from enjoying this particular memory. 

Dr. Callum Bonds With His Stepdaughter in Costa Rica [nsfw] [taboo] [barely legal] [m/f] [erotic romance].

“Daddy?”

I was sitting up quietly in the bed, drinking coffee and reviewing my notes under the warm glow of dim lamplight when I heard Grace’s gentle voice. Turning to look at her I said, “good morning, sweetheart,” and smiled, surprised to see her awake. She looked so soft and beautiful in the early hour. As badly as I wanted to throw her face down and fuck her again, I remained still and watched her as if she were a butterfly preparing to fly out among the flowers and drink the day’s nectar.

Rising up naked out of the bedsheets, she scooted over and snuggled warmly against me. “I thought you would be gone by now,” she said as she lay her messy head down on my shoulder.

“I thought that we should spend the day together. I would like it if you joined me today out in the park.” I placed my notes aside and pulled her into my arms, and pressed a kiss on top of her head. “We can go have breakfast at the Coral Cafe. Then visit the shops on the way to the park. I know how much you like shopping,” I added. “Then I figured we could go swimming. There is this wonderful little spot that I have been wanting to take you to. It’s quiet and we’ll be alone,” I said as I lightly grazed my fingertips over the soft slope of her shoulder.

Royal Flush (Futa on Futa Story)

Rolling her neck back until it hit the back of the sofa, Jade sighed in content as she listened to the cooing sounds of slurping and suckling. Her eyes fluttered shut as her lips curled upwards in appreciation for her partner’s technique. Gwen’s tongue rolled and twisted on the underside of Jade’s veiny cock, which was thick and pulsing with pleasure as it slowly entered Gwen’s hot mouth.

The two gals had just finished a round of strip poker. Jade being the winner, was left in her unbuttoned red flannel shirt. While Gwen, the defeated, had been stripped down to her birthday suit, and was now wagering her body in thelast round of the game. If her hand was better than Jade’s in the next round, she’d be freed from the task of having to get her off. And if it wasn’t, she be choking down a wad of Jade’s cum.

Jade had Gwen’s strawberry blonde hair wound up in a fist at the top of her head, gently encouraging her to move her plump pink lips further down her shaft. Jade had her legs spread wide, allowing Gwen to kneel in front of her. She’d scooted up to the edge of the sofa, her sack threatening to spill over its edge.

Dr. Callum Bonds With His Stepdaughter [nsfw] [barelylegal] [taboo] [erotic romance]

“Daddy?”

I was sitting up quietly in the bed, drinking coffee and reviewing my notes under the warm glow of dim lamplight when I heard Grace’s gentle voice. Turning to look at her I said, “good morning, sweetheart,” and smiled, surprised to see her awake. She looked so soft and beautiful in the early hour. As badly as I wanted to throw her face down and fuck her again, I remained still and watched her as if she were a butterfly preparing to fly out among the flowers and drink the day’s nectar.

Rising up naked out of the bedsheets, she scooted over and snuggled warmly against me. “I thought you would be gone by now,” she said as she lay her messy head down on my shoulder.

“I thought that we should spend the day together. I would like it if you joined me today out in the park.” I placed my notes aside and pulled her into my arms, and pressed a kiss on top of her head. “We can go have breakfast at the Coral Cafe. Then visit the shops on the way to the park. I know how much you like shopping,” I added. “Then I figured we could go swimming. There is this wonderful little spot that I have been wanting to take you to. It’s quiet and we’ll be alone,” I said as I lightly grazed my fingertips over the soft slope of her shoulder.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 22 Rejected Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“See we here at Beaver Rewards tend to focus more on the juicy details of.. well let’s just say gossip. You know the kind that make our readers wet” Raz paused for effect butt still pacing his office. Holding up a finger as it traveled to his lips then into a fist, “You do have skill.. that is apparent butt you lack the.. Ah, pizzazz needed for in the field reporting. So with that being said.. our data files could use some organization” Raz finished just as his office door slammed in Clarissa’s face. “I take it didn’t go well” a all too familiar voice spoke before Clarissa could sigh. “He said I lacked pizzazz.. so I shall go to the data management desk and find out what they need” hanging her head as she was forced to walk the hall of shame.
“Your in a better mood, did ya quit cuz it looks like his cock is no longer pricing your ass” Angie said out loud, in class with everybody staring at Clarissa including the Professor. “What do you intend to do next” Mrs. Donovan asked as if she was apart of the conversation. “What nothing? Oh my don’t tell me you have nothing else to say? Clarissa, Angie see me after class now if you don’t mind I think the paper that you where supposed to write is due” the shock when the Professor collected it.
After class..
“In this class I am judge, jury and (giving Angie the look over) titacator” watching in shock as Mrs. Donovan touched Angie’s tit.. and mine tOoo. Pressing her double D’s into Mrs. Donovan hand, gripping the Professor’s padded desk. “My fuck, she, she is going for it! I am catching the hint of (sniffing the air) cum” Clarissa thought butt was just on the verge of cuming her self. Leaning into Mrs. Donovan, Angie’s tit was mashed with the grip of the Professor. Their lips touched, Clarissa came as their tongues clashed against one another. “I have never seen Angie.. cum before! Oh fuck I want to cum like the little bad girl that I am..” was Mrs. Donavon reading her mind or was Clarissa speaking out loud. Grabbing Clarissa by the hair, pulling her around the desk, “What, what do you want me..” All that had taken the straight out of her knees, a slight tug as Mrs. Donavon’s skirt gave way. “Wait this is my.. Oh my (yes I came again as Angie was laying across the teachers desk, tit in the Professor’s mouth, hand working up Angie into a frothy orgasm)..” pushing aside her little butt, plunging my tongue so deep into Mrs. Donovan’s sweet tight pussy. “My goddess I hope I am doing the lesbian goddess proud (I pray to the Titty Goddess if you can’t tell.. I have ever since they started to grow).” Going from the deep plunge to the shallows, attacking Mrs. Donovan’s clit, “Wait what’s going on.. let go of my hair, I don’t want to.. to Ooooh fuckkk yesss..” Mrs. Donavon moved Clarissa’s mouth, not kindly butt by force (a wet orgasmic force butt still by force). The sweet taste of the trained ass, one that gave Clarissa her first taste. Butt just one taste, “You are a good sub aren’t you” being brought to her feet by a simple complement. Looking to respond Clarissa opened her mouth just to find Mrs. Donovan’s tongue being shoved down her throat. “No no this can’t be happing to me.. what am I gripping (feeling the flesh as it was mashed through my fingers, feeling the nipple as it protruded between my middle and ring finger), I am so turn on.. I could almost..” Mrs. Donovan’s tongue snapped Clarissa back to reality as it mauled over hers. The feeling of one more orgasm gripped Clarissa, this one a lot stronger then before, “Don’t close your eyes.. no no look look at what your doing..” listen to her subconscious thoughts slowly opening her eyes. Watching Angie doubled up in intense orgasmic pleasure. Feeling her tongue as it darted in and out of Angie’s smooth box, sucking on her clit, ramming her tongue so deep into the torrent pink sea of lust. Trying to put the on cuming orgasm from her mind, “Must keep Angie orgasming.. must keep.. must.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” all this time watching Angie cuming, Angie having a major orgasm and never giving any thought to the torture that her body was weathering. From Mrs. Donovan rubbing her clit to thumb fucking her pussy coupled with Mrs. Donovan eating out Clarissa’s ass. “.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm fuckkk yesssssssss..” finally breaking Clarissa’s hold in Angie’s pussy. Forcing her chin to grate along Angie’s clit as the loudest part of the orgasm busted through Clarissa’s submissive side.

Did You Mean It? [MF] [Oral] [Public] [cheating]

“Is he asleep?” the message I’ve been waiting for finally flashes across my screen.

“Yes.”

“Open the door, Slut.”

Holding on to my phone, I sneak out of bed, tip-toe across the hotel room, grabbing a room key as I go, and crack open the door just enough to peer out, keeping the light spilling in from the hallway from reaching the bed. I wonder what he has arranged for me to do. I look out into the hall and there HE was. Owen.

I feel my lungs empty as my heart starts to race. I lick my lips and swallow hard as he smiles. My knees literally go weak at the sight of him smiling at me there in the hallway. Thankfully, my grip on the door and the wall are enough to keep me upright. It’s only our second time being face to face, but I know I will never tire of this man.

“You just gonna stare at me?” He says, with a chuckle.

MY FOOTBALL BET…

**My husband Gary is a huge college football fan, especially for our home state team. Although he has never owned season tickets he always took pride in being able to find tickets so that we never had to miss a home game. We had been married about 3 years when his luck had finally run out.** 

**It was about half way through the season and “the Big game” had arrived. Gary had been trying to get tickets to this game all year and felt that he eventually would. But tickets were scarce due to both teams being ranked extremely high in the polls as well as being undefeated.** 

**When he came home from work the day before the game he was upset because he still hadn’t gotten any. After dinner, he made a few phone calls without success and told me that there was no way we were going to miss the game and he would do anything to get a pair of tickets.** 

**He said that the plan he had would be for us to stand out in front of the stadium with everyone else who would be looking for tickets and try to buy several from someone hopefully at a good price.** 

Soaped Up [FM] [straight] [fiction]

*Thanks to GarnetAndOpal for inspiring this story.*

 

The empty water bottle sailed through the air and landed in the recycle bin. Thirty nine year old Beatrix Rhodes had just jogged two miles on the treadmill in her home gym and was feeling as fit as ever. She was arguing with herself whether to do another round with the weights when she heard the doorbell ring.

Opening the door, she found a rather handsome young man in his early twenties standing in front of her with a box. He was just as sweaty as she was, but in a worse way because his uniform was drenched. Beatrix immediately recalled the company he worked with. It was a new one she had written an article about a few days ago. A small business that specialized in toiletries.

“Hello there.”

“Hi. Beatrix Rhodes?”

“That’s me.”

“I’m from HomeScent. You wrote an article about us and we would like to say thank you with this box of our top of the line handmade soaps.”