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Mighty MILF – Chapter Two [Public], [Humiliation], [ENF]

“Excellent work out there, Mighty Woman,” the man said. “I’m glad to see you back in the field.”

Michelle grimaced. A few hours having passed since the battle, she found herself in a military base near the capital. Her costume had mostly repaired itself, and her womb had mostly been drained of the villain’s seed, but her stomach was still somewhat swollen. Almost immediately after the battle, she had been ordered there for a debriefing, and a conversation with Malcolm Maddison. Head of the Department of Superhuman Affairs, he was a tall, muscular man with a handsome face and a bald head.

“Well, I’m just glad I could help,” Michelle replied.

“You’d sound more heroic if you smiled when you said things like that,” Malcolm said with a laugh. “You haven’t cracked one since you got here.”

Michelle crossed her arms. It was easy for him to say that. These suits didn’t need to fly into the field to do any real work, and they’d certainly never been publicly humiliated and violated like she had.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m not looking to sound heroic,” she muttered.

“So, I take it you’ll be retiring again?” he asked. Read more »

Meditations on Girth [MF]

She has ambitions for her cunt. Plans for that sleek little hole. She wants to fill it. Not just fill it, but *fill* it. Meanly. Violently. She wants to get her hand in there. Her whole hand, closed fist, fingers pressed together. Down to the wrist. That’s something she fantasises about. Looking down and seeing her wrist disappearing into her hungry cunt. Swallowed whole.

It frightens her a little. How, in the moment, there doesn’t seem to be a limit to it. When she’s horny she fantasises about penetration. Imagines fucking herself with an anaconda dildo. Pornstar cocks thrust into her cunt. Two cocks at once. How would that feel? She imagines it. She imagines it often.

They’re odd fantasies. She acknowledges that to herself in the aftermath. Silly ideas. One cock fills her perfect adequately. Four fingers is about the limit of what she can endure before it becomes painful. And yet, in the moment, she cannot help but want more. And not just a little bit more, but an absurd excess. Read more »

(MM) Respect Me Pt 1 ( Incest )

” Damien! ” I hate that name.

I got it legally changed years ago. Everyone else respects that but not him. Certainly not the  Incredible Batman . Incredible my ass a hebephrenic ephebophilic sex demon by day; a stalking lunatic in tights by night. Few know him like I do, I wish I wasn’t one of that few.

“Damien” He’s heavy sigh quickens my heartbeat as he bounds up the narrowed oak stairs. Many tricks I have used in the past few years have kept him well within arms length. His tenacity and brutish sexual appetite has just recently finally driven Timmy from the coop. Dick and Jason have been long gone after he torn a gapping hole in them during Christmas three years back.

I manage to escape by my teeth most nights, despite how rarely I dwell here. On that night in particular he threw a raging tantrum after I hadn’t drank from a specific cup. I found it strange how persist he had been. Going as far as baking cookies, which I didn’t even know he knew how to do. Read more »

[MF] On a rooftop in Manhattan

*Quick intro note: I’m a handsome, vaguely articulate, well-educated, married and generally successful 39 year-old, pervert. I have a long history of dirtiness, and there’s something about the year and a half of basic confinement that has had me reminiscing about my past and some of my hottest experiences. I’ve decided I’m going to start chronicling them here, to keep them from disappearing altogether. Let me know if they’re enjoyable and feel free to say hello. I like penpals.*
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Caroline and I met, very briefly, smoking a cigarette outside of a bar on Bleecker Street. She was on her way out, I was on my way in, and she asked for a cigarette. She was tall, blonde, and beautiful in a way that was immediately intimidating. I’d imagine that she could count on a single hand the number of times she hadn’t been the prettiest person in any given room. You might expect a person like that to be entitled, bitchy, and cold. And you’d be right. Read more »

The perfect girl (fisting/large insertion story) short

My perfect girl;
Her pussy should have a natural gape. If not I know we can train it to be loose, dripping consistently.
Practiced, everyday training to make sure she stays gaped.

Yet untouched, her ass. Meant to be a tight oasis. A change from the well trained grooling hole.

She’s my perfect girl, she’s also my goal.

My little girl has been bad. Part 1

My little girl has been a naughty little slut just like I
like her. But she is getting a little bratty lately and it is time for her to
be put in her place.

I tell her to meet me at my hotel and she is excited as she
knows when I have her at a hotel, I’m going to be using her and she loves that.

She walks in and strips just like I like her to do. But
today I don’t even look at her. She keeps trying to get my attention but I keep
watching TV.

She knows one of my favorite things to do is watch her
masturbate. So, she walks over and sets on the coffee table. She puts her legs
up and starts to play with her pussy.

I slap her hand away to stop her and she whimpers. She slides
off the table and gets between my legs and she starts to undo my pants. Again, I
slap her hand away and say, did I tell you to touch my cock. Read more »

the beginning of the end of the night

He waits for her in a room naked stroking his cock.. She walks in an plays a sexy song.. Does a strip tease dance for him an takes off one layer of clothes..under neath she had old clothes an and approaches him as he grabs her by the throat tightly and kisses her passionately.. As he reaches down and feels her wet dripping pussy.. He says ” u good little slut”.. He rips all her clothes off.. He then throws her on the bed face down and takes her with force.. He then gets the riding crop and slaps her arse back n legs with it while he fucks her hard n deep with his huge cock.. Read more »

My Sluttiest Dreams Come True… he brings me to game night and shares me with his friends [mf] [group] [oral sex]

I was putting our dinner plates in the sink when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Leave those,” he said quietly and kissed my neck.

He’d been touching me all day long, even going so far as to slip his hand under my dress when we were at the grocery store. And he made us take an extra long time in the freezer aisle just so he could stare at the way my tits showed through my dress without a bra on. He made sure I noticed when other people were staring too, because he knew how much I liked it. It was a good thing I was wearing undies or my thighs would have been slick with how wet he was making me. He had woken up to my mouth on his morning wood – the covers were tossed aside and he looked so good that I just had to taste it – and since then he kept saying he wasn’t ready for round two yet. I was aching to be satisfied and I thought maybe now he was pulling me away for ‘dessert’. Read more »

Finish Her [M/F] [MILF] [Tickling] [Foot Fetish] [Big Feet]

Let me tell you about Kristen. I had worked with her for three years, and I was interested from the day we met. A bit older than myself (she was pushing 43), the woman was–for lack of a more descriptive word–hot! Unfortunately, she also caught the attention of other co-workers, much to my irritation. But, while those chumps were obviously after sex, I had different goal altogether. There are perks to having a foot fetish, you know.

Kristen looked every part a professional businesswomen. She certainly dressed smart, but her shoes were my favorite part of her wardrobe. There was a fondness for boots, I noticed; however, on summer days, she could be spotted walking around in open-toed heels. Unbeknownst to her, this would drive me nuts for the rest of the day.

As for appearance, she was a tall woman of around 6 feet. Brown, highlighted, wavy hair was usually left down around the shoulders. Her makeup was always nicely applied, though perhaps a bit overdone. Her bosom and bottom were smaller, though I wasn’t concerned about such things. She was free of tattoos and piercings, and jewelry was kept to a minimum. Read more »

Naughty Night School: Part 4 – Use Your Words [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

How can anyone answer such a question? Yes. *Obviously*, yes. Of course you are making me nervous, Val, and you’re eating it up.

“Gwen? Are you here?”

A tentative voice calls from the classroom, it’s Chloe. Thank the stars for keen students, I’ll be marking her next assignment with especially kind eyes after this well-timed interruption.

“Y-yes!” I call back, straining to be breezy.

Val is staring down at me, an amused smile on his face. I start to place my hands on his chest, meaning to push past him, but if I *touch* him I think my knees might buckle. Instead, I float my palms in front of me, unsure exactly what to do with them, stupidly looking like I’m trying to signal my surrender. I clear my throat and I step to one side awkwardly, hurrying out the supply room, and closing the door behind me.

“I was just—We have a new model this evening,” I gesture behind me as I cross the room, “Tyler had to cancel.”

Chloe looks visibly disappointed at the news and I watch her expression drop. She is a sweet, delicate thing, and definitely one of Tyler’s biggest admirers. I’ve caught a blush blooming on her face more than once this semester. Read more »