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*****This is a stand alone short story, not part of the Uncle Jack series*****

**Premise:** what happens when you can’t pay your cab fare

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I put my hand out for Mr Kleinman, he’s got big hands and a firm handshake. He looks like the sort of guy you want to be in business with; clean suit, good smile and 30+ years experience in the industry. Today’s a big win!

“I look forward to working with you, Adrianna. I’ve already called Peter downstairs to fetch you a cab. We’ll speak soon!” and with that Mr Kleinman turns on his heels and walks back towards his corner office.

Once I’m in the elevator I can’t help but beam, I have been working on this project for months – all those late nights, thousands upon thousands of emails and I’ve finally done it! We’ve got an account with Kleinman.

As soon as I step out of the elevator doors I’m greeted by a well-groomed 20 something man with nice suit and phone in hand. “Ms. Marks, we’ve got a taxi ready and waiting for you. I hope the meeting with Mr. Kleinman went well?” I smile and nod at him, thanking him for his help. He guides me to the exit and opens the door of the taxi for me. Read more »

The Daydream

I hear the knock on the door and it makes me jump.
I don’t know why. I knew you were coming, I saw you park your car on the drive. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I had your dick in my mouth before; this is not the first time we’re doing this.

I open the door and step back to let you in. You do and I open my mouth to say ‘hello’ but you bend down and with your hand around my neck you push me against the wall and kiss me. My lips remember yours instantly and I kiss you back, my fingers in your hair.

I feel the cold air on my chest and your other hand on my tits, lifting my top and exposing my nipples. You release my neck and your hand glides down, past my tits, my belly, down still it goes inside my leggings. You stop, surprised. I am not wearing any panties. But it only lasts a fragment of a second. You shove two fingers inside my cunt without warning. I am soaking wet, you slide in effortlessly. Read more »

How I Finally (Almost) Fucked My Oldest Crush [MF]

The end of college was bittersweet. After 4 years of partying without consequence, the get-togethers finally started to feel like going-away parties.
Shannon and I had gone to high school together, but hadn’t ever really met because of totally different friend groups. We stayed on the same co-ed dorm floor our freshman year and hit it off and had run in the same social circles ever since then. Everyone loved Shannon. She was involved in clubs, study groups, organized events. She was brilliant and everyone was just kinda drawn to her. It also helps that she’s drop dead gorgeous. Long, beach blonde hair, skinny, maybe 5’4” with a smile that takes up her entire face. She has one of those genuine laughs that makes you feel like you’ve known her your entire life. Shannon didn’t dress purposefully sexy all that often – could usually be seen in leggings and a tee shirt – but now and then when she went out, she’d really show off. She has a perky ass that was obviously built by squats. Her tits are almost big for her build, maybe just bigger than a C cup. She’s fit, with a toned stomach that deserved to be seen. Shannon was a huge flirt, even when she had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. She was always standing just close enough to make you nervous. Read more »

Ruin Me (MF)

When we met three years ago, the first thing I said to him was: “I will fucking ruin you.”

And I did. Three rounds of poker and I beat him and everyone on the table every single time. He thought it was funny the first time. The second time, he playfully accused me of cheating. The third, he barely said a word. He was so cute getting all upset.

“Chill, it’s not that serious,” I chuckle at him as I take all $50 of my winnings, $40 of it his. At that point I knew I was being mean. I’m a bitch, what do you want me to say? I saw him and decided, yep. That one. I’m picking on that one.

Not that he was a helpless little nerd. He’s actually not bad looking, if we’re being objective, and he can hold his own with all the ribbing. Not my type though, but I can understand how he’s almost never single. Never alone at least. Read more »

Submitting to My Billionaire Ex: Punishing My Virgin Best Friend – Chapter 1 [MF] [bd] [BDSM]

**Chapter 1 – Mia**

Dragged by the hair in a place I didn’t quite recognise, sharp daggers pulled from the inside of my scalp as I thrashed in Eden’s fierce hands. The pain was both agonising and pleasurable, and although I knew this was a dream, I could feel my pussy getting wetter at the too real sensations.

These dreams never ended. It had been too many years since I’d seen Eden, and the regret of having ever left him haunted me in the darkness of my sleep. It’s a dream, I tell myself, but you don’t have to wake. Stay asleep, please. Let him use you. Let him abuse you.

Flailing wildly, dragged up the stairs covered in broken glass that doesn’t penetrate the skin our reflections in the shards are invisible. They reflect the staircase as if I’m not there struggling to be taken to my destiny by the only person who has ever mattered to me. Read more »

Submitting to My Billionaire Ex: Punishing My Virgin Best Friend – Chapter 1

**Chapter 1 – Mia**
Dragged by the hair in a place I didn’t quite recognise, sharp daggers pulled from the inside of my scalp as I thrashed in Eden’s fierce hands. The pain was both agonising and pleasurable, and although I knew this was a dream, I could feel my pussy getting wetter at the too real sensations.
These dreams never ended. It had been too many years since I’d seen Eden, and the regret of having ever left him haunted me in the darkness of my sleep. It’s a dream, I tell myself, but you don’t have to wake. Stay asleep, please. Let him use you. Let him abuse you.
Flailing wildly, dragged up the stairs covered in broken glass that doesn’t penetrate the skin our reflections in the shards are invisible. They reflect the staircase as if I’m not there struggling to be taken to my destiny by the only person who has ever mattered to me.
The staircase falls away, and I’m thrown onto a bed of roses. Like an unexpecting woman being raped, I slap, and punch, fighting Eden with every ounce of strength I have in my petite body as he takes me. I fight for the thrill and not because I don’t want him but because I hope that my antagonising might make him hurt me. A lucky strike meets his face and responds in kindness smacking me round the face with his mighty oak hands.
The pain as it meets my skin is everything that I could have ever dreamed but instead of my face, it is my pussy that seers from his heavy touch. As the pain stretches me open the bed of roses, Eden’s titanic form, and the room I do not recognise drifts like a morning fog into oblivion.
Why could I never make it to the end? Why could I not spend another minute with the man I missed so dearly? The man who made me feel things normal people couldn’t even dream of. And why was my pussy still searing in delightful pain?
Opening my eyes, the room I didn’t recognise was still there. Eden’s titanic form loomed over me, and my bruised backside pulsed fiery breaths throughout my body reminding me of how I got here. The punishment I so rightly deserved for having left him woke me up fully with a smile on my face like I hadn’t felt in too long.
The head of his cock, the size of a fist was stretching my pussy wide open as he took what he wanted from my body. Bearing down on me with just a fraction of his weight my punished ass did away with whatever sleepy haze was left in me.
Nothing quite so thick has entered me in a long time, and as I stretch to accommodate him the pain in my tight hole was unbearable but unbearable was what I loved. The sight of him, the pain in my back, and his phenomenal cock disappearing inside me made my pussy wetter helping him in inch by inch.
Fighting through the pain radiating all over, I clenched down on his cock that was already gripped tight around my lips. My contractions made him twitch inside me, and his already ungodly length grew further inside me.
“Yes, baby girl, squeeze that pussy tight,” Eden said to me as he lustfully gazed over my pale naked body, dwarfed beneath him.
His member was the biggest thing I’d ever seen. Even bigger than the gargantuan porn cocks that made little men feel inferior. Being the fairy-like creature I was, something so large had no right fitting inside of me, but my body was made for him. My hole was deep, my desire for pain was unquenchable, and my love for him had me wetter than a rainforest.
The monster dangling between Eden’s legs disappeared a little more with each thrust. Halfway in, my pussy was already fuller than it had been in the last few years, and there was still so much left to take. The puny men I had dated couldn’t compare to Eden, and I accepted the punishment onto my backside willingly for having been with them.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I moaned, hoping he didn’t take my cries of pain as a reason to stop.
“We both know you can take it,” he said pushing further inside me.
“I can take it,” I said wincing as more of him pushed inside. “Stretch me. Hurt me. Fuck me,” I said, daring him to abuse me.
Eden retreated his cock slowly keeping my gaze until just his bulbous head remained inside my deep hole. My pussy walls gripping tight to his shaft had turned me inside out. The sight of it was a delightful testament to our size difference, and I knew what was coming was going to be one of the best feelings in the world.
Leaning up using the help of my arousal to fight the pain searing in my bending back I took his cock in my hands. My tiny fingers only just met as they wrapped around his girth. Squeezing as tight as I could, Eden’s veiny shaft throbbed in my grip as I masturbated his length that was teasing my lips with strong twitches.
“Do it,” I said, looking up at him with deranged lust.
Letting him go he slammed down hard. The wild snake disappeared inside my carnal depths and the scream it produced from me was harrowing. Crunching towards him, yesterday’s punishment threw me into the air as waves of pain from my backside met the fire burning in my cock filled pussy. Read more »

Love Pill – Part 5

Links to previous parts in the comments below

**Chapter 5**

I had to wait half an hour until Ava came out of the bathroom. And fuck me, it was worth every second of the wait.

My sister stepped out wearing red and white, the skimpy cheerleading uniform showing *plenty* of her creamy skin. Her hair was probably the reason she took so long. It was styled in a pulled back ponytail, curled in stunning Hollywood waves.

“Well?” My sister walked towards me in a slow, sensual catwalk. The skirt was so short, from where I was sitting on her bed, I could see a flash of pussy every time she took a step forward. She stopped a few feet away and flicked her pink ponytail with confidence I wished I had. “What do you think?”

“Pretty,” I murmured. There were a hundred other adjectives running through my mind, and a random one just stumbled out from the mess.

She frowned. “Aaron, I put all this effort in for you and that’s the only thing you can give me?”

I shrugged. “Hot? Fucking… erotic? I don’t know what you want, Ava.” Read more »

Love Pill – Part 5

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tc9pfj/love_pill_part_1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/tcz36r/love_pill_part_2/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/u5q4vk/love_pill_part_3/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/ukykd8/love_pill_part_4/)

**Chapter 5**

I had to wait half an hour until Ava came out of the bathroom. And fuck me, it was worth every second of the wait.

My sister stepped out wearing red and white, the skimpy cheerleading uniform showing *plenty* of her creamy skin. Her hair was probably the reason she took so long. It was styled in a pulled back ponytail, curled in stunning Hollywood waves.

“Well?” My sister walked towards me in a slow, sensual catwalk. The skirt was so short, from where I was sitting on her bed, I could see a flash of pussy every time she took a step forward. She stopped a few feet away and flicked her pink ponytail with confidence I wished I had. “What do you think?”

“Pretty,” I murmured. There were a hundred other adjectives running through my mind, and a random one just stumbled out from the mess.

She frowned. “Aaron, I put all this effort in for you and that’s the only thing you can give me?”

I shrugged. “Hot? Fucking… erotic? I don’t know what you want, Ava.” Read more »

Kali – Part 3

Features violence including sexual violence

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https://samanthajwright.com/2022/05/29/kali-part-3/

This thought seemed to short circuit his brain. He woke up sometime later, covered in a sticky substance, his ass sore and burning but he was no longer restrained. She had moved onto other things. He sat up and ran his hand down his chest, grimacing at the malodorous fluid that webbed his fingers when he held up his hand.

A muffled sound caught his attention. She was sitting within the centre of a circle of men now; around eight in number. His theory that she was the Hindu goddess Kali was confirmed by the fact she appeared to have sprouted multiple arms and was now a pale blue colour. Each hand she used to either masturbate the men or fist them analy. Sometimes alternately and occasionally simultaneously. She would dig her long talons into their ball sacs, breathe fire onto their chests, removing hair and blackening nipples. Her hands were a blur of motion. Her face crazed and hungry. The men’s faces contorted in expressions that were mainly symbolic of agony but now and then when she wished to provide a contrast, she would let them cum before ramping up the torture levels again. Read more »